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Old 13-Jan-18, 05:41
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Little Serial Killers
Pt 2

For a few minutes, all four combatants were involved in a slug fest, each one giving as good as he or she got. Al in particular was doing a pretty good job of landing one punch every time Yelena scored a direct hit. He could also block punches better than Bill, as he had pretty good reflexes for a man his age. He could see the fight between Bill and the other little girl out of the corner of his eye, and it obviously wasn't going well for his friend. Knowing by now how dangerous these girls were, Al was concerned, not just for Bill but for himself, as he knew that if Bill was knocked out or otherwise incapacitated, he would have to fight both girls by himself. He was barely holding his own against one girl, and knew that he wouldn't stand much of a chance against both of them.

Yelena launched a devastating haymaker punch to Al's face, knocking him to the floor and almost putting him into dream land. He didn't even try to get up right away as he was so stunned, not to mention in pain. His young antagonist had no patience with the old man's reluctance to get back into the fight, so she nudged his face with her bare toes and said, “Get up. Come on, get up and fight me.” He apparently didn't give her as much of a challenge as she wanted.

As he slowly got to his feet, he noticed the other girl knocking Bill to the floor with a punch that didn't appear to be nearly as powerful as the one that nearly knocked him out. While he was distracted, Yelena grabbed him by the collar, then fell backwards, taking Al with her, placing her feet on his stomach and monkey flipping him over her head and behind her. As he struggled to his feet, she was once again waiting for him, jumping into the air and drop kicking him, slamming her bare feet in his face before he could completely get up. Once again he found himself on the floor.

Meanwhile, Bill was struggling with the younger girl, desperately trying to defend himself from her vicious punches and kicks. He was flat on the floor with the little girl's bare foot firmly planted on his face. Poor Bill was so out of it he didn't even feel humiliated. He mostly felt pain and a disorienting feeling that the room was spinning around. The girl removed her foot, reached down and pulled him up by his collar, then knocked him down again with a hard punch to his nose, causing a spurt of blood to fly onto her face.

The little killers gave each other a knowing look as the two men lay on the floor at their feet, as they each realized their victims weren't going to last much longer unless they slowed the pace down. Brianna once again placed a foot on Bill's face while Yelena prowled around Al's body, nudging him occasionally with her toes and ordering him to get up and fight. After a few seconds he slowly began to stand, and a few seconds later Bill also slowly got to his feet as well.

“Since you boys can't seem to fight worth shit with your fists, we're gonna wrestle you instead,” said Yelena as she pulled off her jeans and stood before her beaten foe in nothing but her black one piece bathing suit.

“Yeah,” said Brianna as she peeled off her Lycra shorts. “I like wrestling better anyway, as I like men to feel my muscles pressed against their bodies.” If these girls had been about ten years older, Al would have sworn she was saying she got off sexually on fighting men.

“Me too,” Yelena said, as she circled her prey, arms extended in a wrestler's crouch. “So come on and let's wrestle.”

Al was once again wondering where the hell the others involved in the attack were, the ones who probably killed the students. Bill, on the other hand, had decided these young girls were the only ones they would have to deal with, and that they were the ones who killed those boys, killed them with only their bare hands and feet. And he felt they were more than either of them could handle.

Brianna charged Bill, knocking him down and falling on top of him, quickly getting him in a schoolgirl pin. She locked eyes with the older man, her stare seeming to dare him to do something. He did, but it didn't work out too well, as he simply fell into a trap by rolling to his left, taking the little girl over and onto the floor. Bill made the mistake of going with her, figuring he would pin her, but she simply threw her legs over his shoulders and clenched his neck between her powerful thighs. Years of gymnastics training had given her powerful leg muscles, as Bill was learning the hard way.

Meanwhile, Yelena locked up with Al, grappling with him as she shoved him back against the nearest wall, where she karate chopped him in the throat and kneed him in the groin, causing him to bend over so that his face was now an easy target for the same knee, which slammed into his mouth, busting his lower lip. She grabbed his shoulders and Al grabbed hers, expecting to grapple again, only to have the girl simply shove and pin him to the wall. She then pressed her upper body against his, standing on the tip toes of her bare feet as she wrapped her fingers around his throat and started strangling him.

Both men were completely taken aback by the strength of these two children. Besides genetic factors and the gymnastics and swimming experience, they worked out with weights that Brianna's dad had left in the basement of their house when he ran out on the family. He had left some books on weight lifting, and once the girls learned enough from reading them, they spent lots of time working out and increasing their strength, which was pretty impressive to begin with. Two young men had already had the misfortune of experiencing their power firsthand, and these two old men were now trying to find a way to deal with it, but so far with no success.

Yelena stared hard at her victim as he looked back into her eyes, thinking he probably looked to her like a scared rabbit, which is how he was starting to feel. He looked over and saw Bill struggling to escape from a brutal neck scissor, and realized with growing fear, like Bill, that these girls were a big enough threat to them without any help, although he was not yet convinced that they could actually kill them, at least not without a weapon.

Al grabbed the girl's wrists and tried to wrestle them away from his throat, but without success. He grabbed her hair with his left hand and punched the side of her head with his right fist. He had wanted to hit her in the face, but she was so tightly pressed against him there wasn't enough space between them to hit her anywhere but her back and head. Even if he could, he knew by now these girls didn't seem to feel pain at all, or if they did they were tough enough not to react. Al had gone from being embarrassed, to worried, and now, as much as he hated to admit it even to himself, frightened.

He was getting desperate, as he couldn't breathe, so he took a page from the girl's fight book and slammed his knee into her crotch. Due to her close proximity to him, he wasn't able to hit her with much force. It seemed to startle her more than anything else. However, he still had a grip on her hair, and at the same time his knee connected, he pulled her head back. She released the strangle hold and reached up and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away from her hair.

Al was able to wiggle out from between the girl and the wall, but the girl was not about to let him get very far. She turned around so that he was still in front of her and jumped on him, taking him down to the floor where they wrestled, rolling over each other a few times. When he landed on top of her, he thought he had the advantage, but she got her legs around his midsection and locked her ankles behind his back, trapping him in a body scissor. Yelena squeezed as hard as she could, hurting Al more than he would have ever believed possible while literally taking his breath away. To make things worse, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him and squeezing so hard with her arms and legs that if felt as though she were trying to absorb his body into hers. She could have exerted even more pressure on him if she released her hold on his neck and stretched her body out, but what she was doing with both sets of limbs was more than enough to cause Al pain and discomfort.

Both men were now snared by the powerful legs of the little girls, and neither had a clue as to how to escape. For several seconds, Bill, who was still suffering from Brianna's cruel neck scissor, just lay there, pulling at her legs, which accomplished nothing. He then pounded on her legs with his fists, but he might as well have been tapping her with his fingers. Finally the girl got bored and released him, then stood up, put her hands on her hips and glared at the man, who was still on the floor, trying to recover from the ordeal and catch his breath.

After a few seconds, Bill still hadn't made an attempt to get up, figuring the girl would simply take him back down. She put a bare foot on his face, then moved it down to his throat and pressed down as hard as she could, strangling the poor man after he had finally gotten his breath back after the neck scissor. Her grabbed her ankle and toes and tried to force her foot away from his throat. Nothing doing. He then jerked it one way and then the other, causing the girl to lose her balance and fall backwards.

Realizing he was going to have to go on the offensive, he got up and started stomping her in the stomach and chest. Now it was Brianna's turn to grab his lower leg and pull it out from under him, causing him to fall forward so that he landed on top her cross wise. He had no idea what to do then, but the girl did. She grabbed a handful of his hair with one hand and his throat with the other, then pulled and pushed him back and threw him off to the other side and then rolled over on top of him.

Meanwhile, Al was still trying to figure out how to free himself from Yelena's strong legs. She was inflicting a lot of pain with them, but Al's main concern was the fact that he couldn't breathe. She exerted maximum pressure, then after a few seconds relaxed long enough to give herself a chance to catch her breath, which also gave him some respite. Then she bore down on him again, seemingly with more pressure than before.

Al was desperate. He didn't think she was going to let him go any time soon, so he knew he would have to find a way to free himself, or God knows what would happen. Until now, he still had doubts about these children being murderers. Two little girls, not even in their teens, could not possibly kill men with nothing for weapons but their bodies. However, when the girl began to crush him harder than ever, he became a believer. He had little doubt that these children had killed and would kill him and Bill and probably others after them if they weren't stopped.

He somehow managed to gradually pull himself up, straining due to the pain, exhaustion, and the fact that he was pulling her weight up at the same time. She may not have weighed as much as he did, but it was enough to put an additional strain on him. She still had her arms and legs around him, and was still squeezing him so hard that most of the time he couldn't breathe.

Al succeeded in standing up, but now he had to figure out what to do. Suddenly it occurred to him that if he could run with her attached to him, he could slam her into the wall, and hopefully free himself. He only hoped such a move would hurt her more than it would himself. If not, he would be in more trouble than ever.

Al took a deep breath and ran, surprising himself probably even more than he surprised his little nemesis. He slammed the little girl into the wall, hoping he could hurt her badly enough to take her out of the fight. Both collapsed to the floor, and although the child groaned and didn't move, he also caused tremendous pain to himself. Neither one moved for a few seconds, but then the girl slowly began to rise, gradually lifting herself and facing the man she intended to kill.

Al was so terrified when he saw her getting up that he forced himself to make an attempt to get to his feet so he could be ready for her inevitable attack, as he had no doubt she would soon be after him. She glared at the man and started walking slowly in his direction. Al stumbled when he was halfway to his feet, but when he saw her moving his way, he somehow managed to pull himself all the way up and retreat, trying to buy some time to at least partially, if not fully, recover.

Meanwhile, the 11 year old had Bill in a schoolgirl pin as she stared into his eyes, giving him the impression that she was silently daring him to do something about it. He knew that if he rolled her off to the side, she'd take him with her and wrap him up like a Christmas present. He had to avoid her legs at all costs, but he also had to do something. Finally, the little girl got bored and stood up, nudging his face with her bare toes and ordering him to “Get up. Get up and fight me, you worthless piece of shit.”

When she tried to nudge him again, Bill was able to grab her bare foot and push, throwing her off balance so she fell to the floor to his left. He slowly started getting to his feet before she could recover, but it didn't take long for her to stand up as well. They faced each other and the child began circling him, arms extending in an invitation to tussle with her. “Come on,” she dared him, wriggling her fingers in a gesture for him to bring some fight to her. “Come on.” Bill circled with her, making sure to stay in front of her, even though he had no plan as to what to do.

The little girl suddenly ran up and locked up with him, her hands on his shoulders and his on hers. They grappled, but the girl was too strong for the man. She pushed him to the wall and held him there, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't break free. The little girl was just too strong. She punched him hard in the face, causing his head to hit the wall, then doubled him over by punching him in the stomach. She wrapped an arm around his neck, getting him in a headlock as she punched him in the face again and again and again, then released him after the third punch and watched him fall to the floor. She slowly walked around him, once again nudging him with her toes, telling him to get up and fight.

Al continued to back away from Yelena as she slowly stalked him in a wrestling crouch, arms and hands extended in anticipation of tangling with him. He backed into a chair and lost his balance, causing him to fall to the floor. He quickly got up, but the little girl was on him, quickly wrapping her fingers around his throat, strangling him. The man knew he had to do something more than just react to her attacks. He had to do something aggressive to get the advantage on her, but first he had to free himself from her strangle hold.

He punched the child in the stomach as hard as he could, startling her and knocking the breath from her, allowing Al to pull her fingers away from his throat. Quickly moving behind the child, he decided turnabout was fair play, so he put an arm across her throat and starting choking her. He grabbed his wrist and pulled back on his arm, putting pressure on the girl's throat. She grunted and struggled, pulling at his arm, but he appeared to have her.

“Okay little girl, playtime is over,” he said. “If you and your friend will agree to get out and leave us alone, I'll let you go.”

The girl continued to struggle without saying anything. Al put even more pressure on her throat and hoped his largely unused muscles wouldn't cramp up.

“Promise you'll leave, or I'll break your neck,” he threatened. Silence. He put a little more pressure on her, knowing that he had just about reached the maximum that he could apply.

“Uh uh,” the girl finally said.

“What?” Al replied, dumbfounded.

“I'm not letting you go,” she said, rather ironically in Al's opinion, considering who had who at that moment.

“I'm not through with you, so I'm not going anywhere,” she continued.

“Little girl, you're in no position to call the shots now,” he said.

“Oh yes I am,” she replied. “You think you've got me, but when I get loose, we'll see who has who, so you listen to me.” Speaking with the pressure of Al's arm on her throat was not easy, but she managed, as she was still able to breathe. The man was unconsciously holding back, not wanting to really hurt or suffocate the child, no matter what she had done to him and no matter what she intended to do when and if she escaped his grip. At that point, he just couldn't go all out to hurt a little girl.

“First of all, this ain't playtime now, it's a fight,” she said. “It's a fight you and your friend don't have a chance of winning. Just wait. I'm gonna finish beating the hell out of you with my bare hands and stomping the shit out of you with my bare feet, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. You're gonna die, and it won't be quick, 'cause I'm gonna kill you real slow, like we did those college boys. They never stood a chance, and neither do you.”

Despite the beating he had received, and despite the torture Bill was being subjected to by the other girl, Al still couldn't believe what he was hearing. This little girl was struggling in what he naively believed was an unbreakable hold, and yet she was trying to intimidate him, and he had to admit she was doing a pretty good job.

Suddenly the girl began to push on his arm, putting more muscle into it than she had so far. Al trembled a little as he struggled to maintain the choke, but the girl was able to move his arm about a quarter of an inch, relieving the pressure on her throat. She pushed harder still, and he felt his arm give a little more. Within a few seconds, his arm was visibly shaking, and he knew he was now losing this battle.

Al was exhausted, scared, and in pain from the thrashing he had received at the hands of this little girl, and he knew he couldn't take much more. He had to hold her and somehow beat her and get a submission. Otherwise he feared the little girl would actually kill him with her bare hands and feet. He glanced over at Bill and the other girl, and saw she had him pinned and was slamming her fist into his face. Bill was obviously in no position to assist, as he seemed to need help even more than Al did.
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Little Serial Killers
Pt 3

Al's struggle to hold the girl was all but over, as she had pushed his arm about two inches away from her throat and was still making progress. He still had the fingers of his left hand on the wrist of his right arm, and was pulling harder than ever so as to increase the pressure, but to no avail. He was already exerting the most that he could, and she was still winning.

After a few more seconds she had his arm completely pushed away, breaking the grip he had on his wrist. She held on to his arm and pulled while bending down and flipping him over her shoulder so that he landed on the floor in front of her. Before he could even think of getting up, she planted a bare foot on his face.

Meanwhile, Brianna still had Bill pinned, but she had stopped punching him, as he was now in a semiconscious state. She slapped him lightly on the face until he completely regained consciousness. The girl then got up and moved around behind him, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head between her legs, wrapping them around his neck and pulling one foot into the crook of the other knee so that he was in a figure four neck scissors. He flopped up and down like a fish out of water while slapping and punching her legs. He was starting to panic as he could not breathe at all. He started pounding and slapping on the floor, then lightly tapped her thigh with one hand, trying to let the little girl know he was submitting. However, it didn't seem to matter to her, as she kept choking him with her powerful legs.

Al was still on the floor with Yelena standing over his body. She had removed her foot from his face and was straddling him with her feet on each side of him, hands on hips as she stared down at the frightened man. He saw Bill struggling with the other little girl as she choked him with her legs. Yelena sat down behind Al as he tried to get up, but she decided it was her turn to choke him with an arm across his throat. She started pulling him back so that he was lying on his back with the girl underneath him. He knew she intended to trap him in a body scissor, and that he had to somehow keep her from getting those deadly legs around him. Still in her choke hold, he rolled slightly to his left side.

The girl went with him, just enough so that she was able to throw her right leg over him, bending it at the knee and pressing her heel in his stomach as she tried to pull him back and in between her legs. He grabbed her foot and pulled it away, but not for long. She was able to pull her foot lose from his grasp and slam her heel into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. She then went back to work trying to pull him back over and on top of her so she could get him with her legs. Al somehow found the strength to roll further to his left and onto his stomach with the girl now lying across his back, still choking him with her arm.

She straddled him and released the choke as she grabbed his hair with both hands and started slamming his head on the floor. He bucked like a bronco, trying to throw her off, but she rode him as she continued to pound his head on the floor.

Yelena finally released, stood up and began stomping him with her bare feet. Al rolled away, but she simply followed him, continuing to pound the shit out of him. He landed so he was facing her, and she stomped his face before he could catch her foot and push the girl backwards. He quickly followed up, jumping on the child and pinning her to the floor, his hands on her wrists behind her head.

The girl rolled to her right, causing the man to topple to the floor beside her, as she sat on top of him and reversed the pin, only instead of grabbing him by the wrists, she punched him in the face three times, then grabbed his throat with both hands and started choking him. Al tried to push her off again, but to no avail. He put his feet flat on the floor and pushed so that his body was raised off the floor, with Yelena still on top choking him, and tried to roll her off, but once again he failed. She then placed her feet flat on the floor on either side of him, raised herself up, then slammed her crotch down on his stomach, knocking him back to the floor while knocking the breath from him. She did this several more times, then released the choke hold and stood over him.

As Al slowly started to sit up, the girl walked behind him and sat down, then put her arm across his throat while wrapping her powerful legs around his midsection. She then scooted around so that she and her captive were both facing Brianna and Bill. The girl still had her strong legs around Bill's neck, and he was still pounding and slapping her legs and the floor, trying to signal her that he was submitting. However, it didn't matter to her, as this was a fight to the death - his and Al's death. Both girls were dead serious about that, and the men knew it by now.

Al could tell Bill hadn't been able to breathe in a while as his face was noticeably blue. He stopped punching and slapping and tried to pull her legs from around his neck, but he might as well have been pulling on steel cables. Everything he tried was an act of desperation and panic, as he was growing weak from lack of air.

“Let him go,” Al yelled. “LET HIM GO!” Brianna looked at him, smiled, and said “You're next.”

Yelena whispered in his ear, “You really are next, but it's me who's gonna be doing you, not her. You're mine.” She then kissed him on the cheek.

“Why?” Al yelled. “Why are you girls doing this? We never did anything to you. We don't deserve to die, please, let us go, we want to live.”

“Oh, you'll live a little longer. You'll suffer, but you'll still be alive for awhile, until it gets so bad you'll be begging me to kill you.” She then crushed him harder with her arms and legs, causing him to groan.

Meanwhile, Bill had stopped struggling. His arms had fallen uselessly to the floor, and his eyes were closed. Still, the little girl continued to put pressure on him, flexing her leg muscles without any intention of relaxing them any time soon. She wanted him to die, and she was going to see to it that he did.

When Yelena relaxed her leggy grip long enough for Al to catch his breath, he screamed “NO” at the other child, who was still crushing Bill's neck. He wasn't sure if Bill was still alive, but the sight of the child's continued torture of the man's broken, beaten body was too much for him. “STOP! LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

Brianna casually grabbed one of the man's wrists to check for a pulse. “Is he dead?” Yelena asked casually.

“I think so,” Brianna responded. “But I'm not really sure I'm doing this right.” The children were still not very experienced in the art of murdering people, and they weren't sure how to take a victim's pulse.

By now Al was sobbing openly, unable to say anything else for now. If someone had asked if he was crying for his dead friend or himself, he might have responded “Both.” The fact that these psychotic, evil little girls had killed a man right in front of his eyes and were going to kill him next suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. Until now he had been in shock. The reality of the situation was worse than anything he had imagined, however. Much worse.

Brianna finally released Bill's body, letting his head fall to the floor between her legs. As she got up, she lightly kicked his head with one bare foot, then placed the other one on his face for a few seconds as she looked at Al.

“Wanna come kiss your friend goodbye?” she asked with an evil grin.

“Fuck you,” Al responded.

The child continued smiling at him as she said, “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” Al just glared at her, thinking these girls were probably the two most evil creatures he had ever encountered.

He had almost forgotten that he was still wrapped up in the other child's arms and legs, but she reminded him by giving his midsection a hard squeeze, taking his breath away. Brianna walked over to the struggling man and placed her bare toes on his face, then told him to “Kiss and lick my bare feet and suck my toes, loser.” Al just glared at her.

“DO IT,” she demanded, kicking his face. “Do it, or I'll do to you what I just did to your friend.”

Yelena crushed him harder as she said, “Better do what she says. You're the one who is not in any position to call the shots or say no to anything we tell you to do.”

Al still refused, but the blonde kept the pressure on him with her arms and especially her legs, while the other little killer kept kicking his face.. She then placed one foot on his face, then slowly moved it downward until her wriggling toes touched his lips.

“Do it,” she hissed. “Kiss, lick and suck.” He still refused, choosing instead to simply glare at her. She glared back, then slammed her heel into his already injured nose, causing it to bleed again.

Finally he acquiesced, kissing and licking the sole of one foot. He couldn't help but notice the rusty, somewhat dirty calluses, which probably meant she hadn't worn shoes since school let out for the summer break a couple of weeks earlier. His tongue picked up much of the dirt, causing him to gag slightly. After finishing with one foot, the little girl raised her other naked foot to his face, making him kiss and lick that one too. Al had never felt so humiliated in his life, but he also had never been so frightened, either.

“Now suck,” she demanded. Al began sucking the toes of one foot, then the other. He realized now that Bill was dead, he would not only have to fight for his life against both little girls, but would have to be subjected to this kind of humiliation, and probably some other forms of torture, now that they only had one victim to deal with.

“I wanna wrestle him,” Brianna told Yelena when Al finished worshiping her feet.

“You can play with him a little while, but remember to give him back. You did that one, so I get to do this one,” the other girl said, shocking the man by referring to brutal murder as casually as if she were agreeing to let her friend play with one of her dolls.

Yelena released him and the girls slapped hands, Yelena tagging out, the other girl tagging in. Brianna stood before him with her hands on her hips, bare feet spread in an aggressive pose. Al believed the little girl's body language was supposed to intimidate him. If so, it was working.

“Get up,” she said.

Al began slowly getting up to face the girl. Since he had not yet fought this girl, he was reluctant to throw the first punch or make the first move, even though she had already kicked him and made him kiss and lick her feet when Yelena still had him in her clutches. Before he could completely reach his feet, Brianna settled the issue as to who should start the fight, as she threw a right hook to his chin, knocking him back down. Instead of telling him to get up this time, she reached down and pulled him up by the hair.

As he was lifted up by the evil little girl, he glanced over at Bill's body, the body of a man who just a little while ago was full of life, yelling at the umpires in the ball game they were watching on TV and complaining about the service he got the last time he went to Walmart. Now Al was more than ready to hit a girl.

He punched her as hard as he could in the stomach, but it was almost like hitting a boulder. There was very little give in her stomach muscles, and the girl did not even flinch. It was like she didn't even feel it. He struck again, this time punching her on the right side of her face. The punch knocked her head to one side and she stumbled back a couple of steps, but she quickly turned back to him and stepped back into her original position, then sneered.

“Is that it? If it is, you're up shit creek without a paddle,” she said. He tried to hit her again, but she was ready for him, catching his fist with her hand and stopping it cold. As soon as she let go, he punched her in the face again, trying his best to hit a little harder this time.

The girl's reaction was about the same as it was after the first punch to her face. She just smiled and said, “Nuh -uh. That ain't good enough either. Now it's my turn,” then slammed her fist into his face.

Al crumpled to the floor and stayed there a few seconds trying to recover. He couldn't believe a little girl could hit that hard, but there were a lot of things he couldn't believe about these little girls. When he finally stood, she hit him with a knee to his crotch, and he fell to his knees. He thought for a minute he was going to throw up, but didn't.

She showed no mercy and gave no respite as she kicked him hard in the face, toppling him over backwards before he could recover from the knee to his crotch. When he looked up, she was standing over him, straddling his body with her hands on her hips. There was something about this girl, and not just the fact that she had murdered a man a few minutes ago. There was something about her that was more intimidating than the other girl. He suspected that she was more cruel and sadistic, and more dangerous than the other one, although it was the other girl who claimed the right to kill him.

Speaking of the other girl, the little blonde said, “Don't tear him apart so bad that there won't be anything left for me.”

“I won't,” she promised, smiling at her friend before going back to glaring at Al.

The man didn't move, as getting up would be kind of tricky with her standing right over him. Brianna must have read his mind, as she lent a helping hand, pulling him up by the collar. His heels slid across the floor between the legs and feet of the little girl, and in a few seconds he was face to face with her, his legs bent slightly due to the difference in height. Suddenly she spat in his face, something that angered him more than if she had hit him.

He brought his fist back and sent a side winding haymaker punch to her face, striking her on the right cheek. This time the punch did have some effect, taking her by surprise and knocking her down. Her fingers were still clutching his collar so that they both fell to the floor, side by side. They both sat up facing each other. The child then stood up completely while Al was still on one knee, getting to his feet more slowly. She jumped straight up and drop kicked him, slamming her bare feet into his face and knocking him back to the floor.

Brianna slapped hands with Yelena, who came back into the fight, standing over his body and straddling him with her hands on her hips. She nudged him in the face with her bare toes, ordering him to “Get up. Come on, get up and fight me.”

Al's head was spinning around and every part of his body seemed to be in pain. He believed there was no advantage in moving right now, so he didn't. Naturally, the little girl reached down and pulled him up by the hair until he was face to face with her.

“I've missed you,” she said. Instead of spitting in his face like the other girl, she gave him a quick little kiss on the lips. Suddenly, she stepped back to give herself a little more room and kicked him hard between the legs. Al doubled over and once again he almost threw up. As he stood there, still bent over so that he could see nothing but the floor and the little girl's bare feet, he wished he had worn a protective cup. Hell, to protect himself from these savage, vicious children, he'd need a suit of armor.

As if to emphasize that point, she sent her knee into his face, knocking him backwards but not down. She slipped behind him, placed her hands on his shoulders and jumped, wrapping him up with her legs around his midsection and locking her ankles in front of him. Al stumbled around, trying not to fall, but it didn't matter. She could crush him just as hard while he was standing as she could have if they had been on the floor.

The man groaned with the pain and once again found himself not only hurting, but unable to breathe. He then changed his mind about falling to the floor, deciding to lean backwards until he lost his footing, taking not only himself but the girl to the floor. Yelena was sandwiched between the floor and Al's body, back first. The fall knocked her breath out for a few seconds, but she did not relinquish her leggy grip. To emphasize the fact that she was still in control, she squeezed him as hard as she could as she circled her arms under his armpits and secured him in a full nelson, then jerked his body back and forth with her legs while holding him captive between them, causing more groans as he attempted without success to breathe.

(To be continued)

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The cruel little bitches are just playing with him now. I should feel sorry for him. To be passed back and forth by the girls, crushed and mocked, while his best friend lies dead on the floor only a few feet away... I love mixed wrestling but I don't think I can possibly understand what is going through his mind right now.

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Pt 4 - 4 parts down, 1 to go.

Al pounded and pulled on her legs, which he knew would be totally ineffective. He considered getting up and running backwards into the wall to break the hold, but was too exhausted to even try to get up, as he knew the weight of the girl would be too much for him. He knew this girl was the one who was going to kill him if she could, unless he could find some way to beat her or escape, neither one of which seemed possible right now.

Yelena finally released him, apparently bored with holding him in what for him was an unbreakable hold. She rolled him off to the side and pushed him away with her bare feet, then got up and stood over him, waiting for him to recover and get up.

Al knew that he was going to have to make another escape attempt or find some way to call for help. Brianna was sitting on the floor between him and the patio door, and Yelena was between him and the side door. He thought about trying to make it to the front door, but that escape route would take him too far from his car. If he could get to his car, get in, close the door and lock it, he would be safe. Even if his old clunker didn't start, his smartphone was in the car, and he could call for help – if the battery hadn't died since the last time he used it.

He knew Bill had a landline in his bedroom, which was on the other side of the house from the side door where the girls had broken in, but he wasn't sure which room was his. The master bedroom was on the left, but Bill had not slept there since his wife died of cancer ten years ago. Too many memories, he said. Of course now he would no longer have any memories ever again, thanks to these little bitches.

There were two other bedrooms on the right side of the hall, but Al didn't know which one was Bill's room. If he made it to the wrong room, he would not likely be able to get to the right one without one or both of the girls attacking him before he could even get back to the hallway. Nevertheless, he felt he had to try. Even if the girls jumped on him before he could tell a dispatcher the situation, all he'd have to do is dial 9-1-1 and they would be able to pull up the address and send someone out to see what was going on. That was the advantage of a landline over a cell phone in a situation like this.

Once again the little girl was nudging him in the face with her toes. “Get up,” she demanded. “Get up and let's fight some more, you chicken shit.” Damn right he was a chicken shit. After all, this girl intended to kill him.

He slowly got to his feet, but with no intention of fighting. Instead, he started running to the hall where the bedrooms were. Both girls went after him, of course, and they were as fast as they were strong. Al had already decided to place his bet on the first bedroom, as the other one was right across the hall from the master bedroom. He figured Bill would have chosen the room the farthest away from that room as possible.

The good news was that he guessed correctly, but the bad news was that it wasn't going to matter, as Yelena took him down in the doorway with a perfect tackle, dragging him down with her arms around his legs. Brianna was right behind, but apparently did not know why he had run that way, as she didn't seem to see the phone on an end table on the other side of the bed. Maybe she had never seen one, as landlines were practically antiques now.

Yelena was pulling him up by the hair and dragging him back into the hallway and into the den. Al turned around and decked her with a solid punch to the face, then made another run for the phone in the bedroom with Brianna on his heels this time. He took a shortcut, jumping on the bed and scrambling as fast as he could to get to the phone. Brianna then figured out what he was up to, and said, “Oh no you don't,” as she jumped on the bed after him, catching him by the ankles and pulling him back when he was about two feet away from the phone.

She was close enough to the edge of the bed that she was able to back up and put her bare feet down on the floor as she continued pulling him away from the phone. “No fair trying to get other people to crash our party,” she said. “This is a private party, just me, my friend and you.”

Al jerked his legs free and back kicked her, as he scampered back across the bed toward the phone, but by then Yelena had recovered and was racing around the bed and on her way to getting there first. As soon as she did, she jerked the base of the phone off the table, then grabbed the cord and pulled it out of the wall jack as hard as she could. She then lifted the phone over her head and threw it as hard as she could, hitting Al in the face.

Al was once again at a loss as to what to do, other than look for the first opportunity to make another run for his car, which was on the other side of Bill's car out back. However, now was not the time to attempt another escape. He'd just have to fight them as best he could and survive until he saw a chance to get away.

“I want him again,” Brianna said, crawling halfway across the bed to tag in.

“Okay. Just remember, I want him back. His time will be up soon,” Yelena said, as she slapped hands with Brianna. Al's blood ran cold when he heard those words from the little girl who had claimed the right to kill him.

“I'm just gonna have some more fun with him, then give him back to you,” Brianna said, as she grabbed Al's lower legs and began pulling him off the bed.

He fell face first onto the carpeted floor as the girl pulled him off the bed. After dropping his legs she straddled his back, then grabbed his arms and tucked them into the crooks of her knees. She laced her fingers together under his chin and pulled his head back in a camel clutch. These kids seemed to know more about WWE type wrestling than anything else, although they could hold their own in a fist fight, too. No matter how fake this wrestling stuff on TV might be, what they were doing was anything but fake, and the pain they inflicted on him was very real.

Yelena walked by them on her way back out into the hall, where she lingered, watching Brianna work Al over. She was pulling back even harder as he began to slap his hands on the floor, trying to keep from giving them the pleasure of hearing him scream. However, the further back the child pulled, the more intense the pain, and he finally unleashed a loud, anguished scream of agony, while at the same time pounding on her bare feet with his fists, hoping to somehow find a nerve that would cause her at least a small taste of the pain both girls were putting him through, not to mention the pain Bill suffered before he died.

The little girl finally released him, letting his face drop to the floor, hurting his injured nose again. She turned around and straddled him again, this time facing the other way, while lifting his feet and lower legs, trapping him in a painful Bostom crab. Once again, the beaten man pounded his fists on the floor and cried out in pain. He didn't know how much more he could take, but that wasn't his decision. It was theirs, and they were obviously having too much fun to stop any time soon. The only good thing about that was that they would hopefully decide to keep him alive a little longer than Yelena had indicated a few minutes earlier.

“I GIVE UP,” he screamed. “PLEASE, LET ME GO. I GIVE UP,” he continued as he started to sob, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Brianna finally released his legs and stood, turning around again to face him. She then picked up his feet and started dragging him out of the bedroom and into the hallway, where she dropped them and walked forward a few steps until his head was at her feet. She bent over and pulled him up by the hair, then wrapped an arm around his throat. Maintaining her grip on his hair, she then pulled him into the den, both facing backwards, with the man's feet dragging, then stumbling along behind her.

When they reached the middle of the den, Brianna threw him to the floor, then stomped his face three times before placing her bare foot on his face, putting pressure on him as she ground her foot on his bloody nose and busted lips. He couldn't help but think that the humiliation was almost as bad as the pain. He grabbed her ankle with both hands and tried without success to pull her foot away.

Suddenly she removed her foot and fell on him, straddling the man and rolling him over so that he was on top of her. Before he could stop her, she threw her legs up and around his midsection, locked her ankles behind him, and squeezed. Both girls had crushed him with their legs, but not like this. The girl pressed her legs around him so tightly that her eyes were scrunched shut and her entire face distorted with the effort. Her legs were wrapped around the bottom of his rib cage, and his ribs were under such pressure he expected them to start popping at any time.

“Don't kill him, Brianna, please don't kill him,” Yelena said, obviously concerned about the amount of pressure her friend was placing on him.

Brianna didn't respond, she just kept squeezing and crushing. It was a full minute before she relaxed enough so Al could catch a breath, and when he did, he screamed in pain.

“Oh God, PLEASE STOP! I can't...stand it...Please...STOP!” But the girl tightened up again and seemed to find even more strength with which to punish the poor man, who could do nothing but punch her legs and try to put his fingers between them and his body in hopes of separating them from his waist. The evil little girl finally opened her eyes and stared at him, a smile forming on her face as tears rolled down his cheeks.

A few seconds later, there was a muffled pop, indicating one of his ribs had cracked under the pressure. The man was unable to scream until she relaxed a few seconds later, and then he screamed so loud the girl was afraid someone might hear him, so she rolled over until she was on top of him, legs still encircling his body, and placed both hands over his mouth. She had relaxed her grip slightly and rolled again so he was once more on top of her. Lifting him in the air with her powerful legs, she once again crushed him, causing such unbearable pain that he passed out.

When he came to he had no idea how much time had passed. He was on his back on the floor, and the child was slapping his face lightly with a bare foot. He was so badly hurt and exhausted, he just lay there and took it.

“It's been fun, and I'm gonna miss you, but my girl friend here is ready to turn out the lights on you,” she said, withdrawing her foot and tagging out as Yelena tagged in. All Al could do was whimper, knowing he was about to be killed.

Yelena did not attack him immediately. She just walked up to him and straddled him with her feet as she stood over him with her hands on hips, looking down at the sobbing, pathetic wretch of a man who lay beneath her.

“Please don't,” he begged, as he began to sob. “Please...I want to live.”

The little girl ignored his pleas and instead placed one foot lightly on his face and began diddling his nose and lips with her toes. “Kiss and lick my bare feet and suck my toes,” she demanded. “Then maybe I'll let you live.”

The man continued to lie there without moving, crying softly. “DO IT!” she yelled, then stomped his face. He did. He kissed, he licked, and sucked her toes. Like the other girl, she had calluses and dirt on the soles of her feet.

“Now the other foot,” she ordered him. He kissed and licked that one too, then sucked her toes. He was too frightened to worry about the humiliation of what she was making him do.

She withdrew her foot and slowly sat on his chest, both feet and legs on either side of his battered body, her toes splayed out and gripping the carpet like claws. The little girl was in a mood to tease the old man, just to see how he'd react. She placed her hands flat on the floor on either side of him, lowered her face until it was about an inch above his and licked his nose and lips lightly with her tongue, then kissed his lips softly and slowly raised herself up.

“You weren't really stupid enough to think I'd let you live just 'cause you kissed and licked my feet and sucked my toes, did you?” she asked. “If so, you're so stupid you don't deserve to live. So I'm still gonna kill you.”

Although he never really believed worshiping her feet would save his life, Al still felt chills run down his spine when he heard her say she was going to kill him. He started sobbing again.

The little girl started sliding further up his body, so that she was soon straddling his throat, capturing him in a schoolgirl pin. He felt her naked thighs as she pressed them against his face, not tightly enough to hurt, but enough so that he began tensing up in fear that she was about to wrap him up in a head or neck scissor. He knew that whatever she had planned, it was intended to be a death hold, something that would take his life, and more than likely, slowly, as these sadistic little girls wanted to inflict as much suffering on their victims as possible.

His terror, and a sudden burst of adrenaline, gave him the desperation and the strength to make one last attempt to save himself. He reached up and grabbed her long hair with both hands and pulled her off to his right before she could consolidate a scissor hold. At the same time, he rolled to his left, away from the little killer, and got to his feet. When the girl started to get up, he kicked her as hard as he could in the face, knocking her down, even though he knew it wouldn't hurt her.

He had no idea where Brianna was at first, but fortunately he saw her sitting on the floor in front of the hallway leading to the bedrooms, so he had a wide open opportunity to flee through the glass doors, across the patio and to his car, hopefully before the girls could catch up with him. They were almost on him as he opened the door and ran. Knowing they could catch him before he reached his car, he grabbed one of the patio chairs and struck Yelena with it. Yelena fell back on Brianna, who was right behind her, and both girls fell to the patio floor. It would have been comical if the situation weren't so critical.

It was now dark, but Bill had a flood light attached to the house that came on with a timer. The back yard and both cars were very visible in the light, so there was nowhere to hide nearby in which the darkness would have provided protection.

The children were up and after him as he passed in front of Bill's car and headed for the driver's side door of his car. He opened the door, jumped inside and tried to slam the door, but Yelena reached the car and grabbed the door with both hands from the outside, keeping him from closing it.

Realizing he wasn't going to be able to beat her in a contest of strength, he instead reached for the smartphone, which was located in a small compartment under the car stereo. His fingers shook, causing him to fumble it slightly as he withdrew it. As soon as he gained control of the phone, Yelena jumped into the car, landing across his lap, then sat up so that she was between him and the outside of the car. She saw the phone and immediately went for it, grabbing his wrist and pinching him with her thumbnail.

Al held on to the phone despite the sharp thumbnail cutting into his skin, as he knew it was his last and only hope of living. The girl continued to pinch him as she reached out with her other hand and grabbed the phone and tried to pry it from his fingers. He tried to jerk his arm free of her grasp, but was unable to do so. The struggle continued as Brianna appeared outside the car door.

Upon seeing them fighting over a cell phone, Brianna surprised Al by slamming her bare foot into his left leg, distracting him long enough so that he lost his grasp on the phone. Unfortunately for Al, it fell on the passenger side, and Yelena was able to stretch her body out across his lap, reach down and grab the phone. She then withdrew from the car and threw the phone in the direction of a wooded area just off from the back yard. In the darkness, Al knew he'd never be able to find it.

Meanwhile, Brianna reached in and grabbed Al by the collar and started pulling him out of the car. Yelena was already there waiting for him, but he was prepared. Before she knew what was happening, Al kicked her as hard as he could in the stomach, doubling her over. He then followed up with a kick to the face, knocking her to the ground. He knew it didn't likely hurt her, but as long as she was out of commission for a few seconds, it didn't matter as much.

Unfortunately, while his back was turned, Brianna trapped him in a rear naked choke hold. Al responded by slamming his elbow in her abdomen and stomping her bare toes, surprising her enough so that she lost her grip. Turning around quickly, he knocked her to the ground with a fist to the face, then turned back around to get in his car. However, by then Yelena had recovered, and she grabbed him by the hair before he could do more than put one foot inside the car.

He turned to face the girl and bulled his way into her, forcing her to back peddle for about five feet, until they were next to the passenger side of Bill's car. Al slammed the girl into the car and wrenched her hand free of his hair, then grabbed her and threw her to the ground. Where was all this strength and aggression before now, he wondered? Better late than never, he figured.

Brianna was on her feet by now, and Yelena was also getting up, so he knew he had to move fast. Since the little brunette was between him and his car, he turned to Bill's car and tried to open the passenger side door. Locked. Stepping over the strawberry blonde, he ran around behind the car with Brianna hot on his tail, and Yelena soon right behind her. Please, God, let the driver's side door be open, he prayed. Thankfully, it was.

He was barely able to hop inside and lock the door as Brianna got there. While she tried in vain to open the door with one hand while pounding on the window with the other, he looked in the back of the four door sedan to see if those doors were locked. They appeared to be. By then Brianna was trying to open the back door behind the driver's side while Yelenda attempted to open the front door on the passenger side, which he already knew was locked, then tried to open the back door on that side. All doors were locked now. All he needed was a car key for this car or a phone, neither one of which he had.

At least he was safe for now, anyway. However, these little girls were not stupid. They would figure out a way to get in and get their cruel little hands on him again. Bill's keys were probably in his pocket, so all they had to do was get them and unlock the door. It was an older car with no remote key, so they'd have to figure out how to insert the key into the door and unlock it, but if they understood the danger a landline phone presented to them, they could probably figure out how to use an old school car key. Al figured he could keep his fingers on the inside lock and keep them from unlocking the door, but since he'd never been in a situation like this, he wasn't sure. Unfortunately for the man, the key was not going to be an issue after all.

(To be continued)

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Damn, these two girls are relentless! The more Al resists, the more enjoyment they are getting out of the whole situation. He should just lean on the car horn and make as much noise as he possibly can while they can't reach him. The last cliffhanger sentence made it seem like things are going to escalate soon, anyway. Can't wait to read the next installment. Thanks a lot for writing this for us, Dirk.
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Damn, these two girls are relentless! The more Al resists, the more enjoyment they are getting out of the whole situation. He should just lean on the car horn and make as much noise as he possibly can while they can't reach him. The last cliffhanger sentence made it seem like things are going to escalate soon, anyway. Can't wait to read the next installment. Thanks a lot for writing this for us, Dirk.

The car horn! I knew Al was overlooking something. Of course, his late friend's house is so isolated, that there is no one nearby to hear it. Still, that is probably what most people would do if there were no other alternatives. Thanks for the suggestion. I'm sure Al will appreciate it, even though it is not likely to do him any good, poor fellow.
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Little Serial Killers
Pt 5 of 5

Both girls were searching the back yard, apparently for something they could use to break into the car. Yelena suddenly ran in the direction of the far corner of the house, apparently having spotted something. Al's blood ran cold when he saw what it was, and in desperation, he sat on the car horn in hopes that someone was near enough to hear and come to his rescue.

Bill was a pretty good housekeeper, but not much of a groundskeeper. His grass had not been mowed in a couple of weeks, and the yard was slightly littered with objects that currently served no apparently purpose, like an old rusted out grill that had not been used in about fifteen years, a two by four that was beginning to rot, and one other thing that could seal Al's fate.

The little girl was holding a concrete block over her head as she approached the car and glared at the man whose eyes were growing wide with terror. She placed the block on the hood of the car, then placed one foot and then the other on the bumper and stepped up onto the hood. Picking up the block, she approached the windshield and stood with her bare feet spread and the block over her head.

Al scampered between the bucket seats into the back to avoid being hit by the block or by shards of glass. Just as he turned around, she slammed the block onto the windshield, causing it to partially shatter. In no hurry, as her victim was in no position to go anywhere, she casually picked the block up and raised it again, then dropped it to the windshield, leaving an opening big enough for her to step through, although she would be taking a chance on cutting her feet and hands. Since pain was not an issue for her, however, she stooped over and put one foot inside and on the dash of the car as Al, still in the back seat, pondered his next move. In a few seconds, she had the other foot on the dash as she placed the first one onto the side of the passenger seat.

Naturally, Brianna was on the outside of the car, waiting for him to try to escape. She was between the car and the house, so Al unlocked the door on the passenger side, which was on the side away from the house, and tried to flee toward the woods, but Brianna was, of course, running that way before he even stepped out of the car, trying to head him off.

He veered to the right, away from both the house and Brianna. There was nothing that way but an open field with no place to hide, and the girls would leg him down in no time if he kept going, so he kept moving to the right until he was headed back toward the house. Unfortunately Yelena, having gotten out of the car a few seconds after he did, was directly in front of him. Brianna was headed straight for him from the right, and there was nowhere left to go except to the left, which was the open area that he was trying to avoid.

Al had to make a decision – fight or flight. He knew that the latter would do nothing but delay the inevitable attack, as they would catch him in less than a minute, so he chose to run directly at Yelena, hoping to run right over her. She was waiting for him in a wrestler's crouch, with open arms.

“Come on, Daddy,” she said, then smacked her lips and said, “Kissy, kissy. Your little girl is waiting for you.” He lowered his head and plowed into her as hard as he could, taking her down.

Yelena wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as he hit her, taking him down with her. He landed on top of her and rolled, taking her with him so that she could not get those lethal legs around him. Instead, she rolled on top of him, pinning his shoulders while grabbing his wrists and forcing his arms above his head. Brianna suddenly appeared to his left, and Al knew he had lost the final battle to escape the girls. He was too tired to try to think of another plan but too frightened of the little bitches to accept his fate, which he knew would be slow death.

She glared at him, giving him time to contemplate what she was going to do to him. The longer he lay there, the more his hope drained from him. The little girl finally got off and pulled him up by the hair, then wrapped one arm around his neck and began dragging him toward the glass doors. The man did not even put up a fight or make an attempt to escape, preferring instead to save what little strength he had left for what he knew would be the final battle with Yelena.

Brianna followed along behind them, kicking him now and then. She had agreed to let Yelena have him but couldn't resist the opportunity to inflict at least a small amount of pain on him. Al was still having difficulty accepting the fact that these two little girls, not even in their teens, were capable of killing men with their bare hands and feet, and of course their legs, but then he saw his friend, still lying on the floor as Brianna opened the glass door so Yelena could pull him inside. He remembered the two college boys. He remembered his hard fought struggles with the girls, and knew he was going to die, slowly, unless a miracle occurred.

This would be it: a continuation of the fight with Yelena, who was planning to kill him; the fight from which he had tried so desperately to escape a few moments ago; the fight he had to win if he wanted to live, but a fight he knew he had virtually no chance of winning. He was on the verge of breaking down, but knew that if he did, if he displayed any sign of weakness at this point, that little girl would be all over him, like a hungry wild animal pouncing on its prey.

Yelena, who still had one hand in his hair and an arm around his neck, threw him to the floor while Brianna stood in front of the glass doors, guarding against any further escape attempts. “It's time to fight for your life, you sorry piece of shit. Now get up and wrestle me one last time,” the little girl who vowed to kill him ordered.

He slowly got to his feet, determined that if he was going to go down he would go down fighting as hard as he could. Yelena circled him in a wrestler's crouch, waiting for him to make a move. He started crying softly, unable to stop even though his tears were the last thing he wanted this little bitch to see. They locked up and grappled, pushing each other in the center of the room. Al disengaged and ran at her, taking her down to the floor, where they wrestled.

He positioned himself on her left side so as not to be captured by her legs, then pinned her to the floor and punched her, but as usual, she did not even grimace. She responded by circling his neck with her arms, then pulled him as close as possible and captured his left ear lobe with her teeth. She not only bit it, causing the man to scream in pain, but chewed on it, refusing to let go. Al continued to scream, rolling around on the floor with the little girl holding on to him, refusing to let go of his body or his badly bleeding ear.

He ended up right where he started, on top of the little girl, but she was the one in charge. He pounded on her head with his fist, and eventually she let go. The little girl, still pinned by her victim, placed her bare feet flat on the floor and pushed herself up, sliding out from under the man. He was too tired to react to the obvious escape attempt, and by the time he tried, it was too late. The girl pulled her legs out from under him and threw them up over his shoulders and around his neck.

Yelena grabbed his hair with both hands as she clenched his neck hard between her thighs and started rolling, taking Al with her. She stopped and lay on her back with the man's neck still trapped, then started jerking her legs up and down, shaking the man's head like a cat with a mouse between its jaws. All he could do was hold on to her legs and try to pull them apart until she stopped. He then punched and slapped her legs, but as usual, that didn't work, either. Tucking one foot in the crook of her knee, she consolidated the lethal hold into a figure four neck scissor, then rolled him so that she was sitting on his face.

He knew if the little girl had her way he didn't have much time left, so he fought and fought hard, jerking his body, bucking the child up and down like a bronco, but she refused to be dislodged from his face. He rolled, taking her down, but her legs held him tight. He pushed himself up to his knees and tried to stand, but the child took him back to the floor with an expert twist before he could get very far. Then she squeezed as hard as she could, crushing his neck. She relaxed her leg hold just enough to allow him to breathe, then adjusted her position slightly so that her crotch was not only covering his mouth but also his nose, making it more difficult than ever to breathe. Her plan was to suffocate him that way, as slowly as possible, rather than simply use her leg strength. Her legs were there to inflict pain and keep him in position more than anything else.

As usual, the child was causing tremendous pain with her legs, but the face smother was making it impossible for Al to get more than a little air. He had read of killers who wrapped towels around the faces of their victims, probably as a gag to keep them from screaming, but the result was often slow suffocation. One home intruder apparently meant for it to be a method of execution, as he put a husband and wife back to back in the tub and wrapped towels around their faces. It took them two days to die.

The man knew this was it, this was the way the girl planned to kill him. She would not be releasing him and standing up to nudge him with her toes while telling him to get up and fight her. This was the slow death she intended for him. He had to fight, and he had to fight harder than he ever had in his life, just to stay alive a little longer.

He was lying on his stomach with the girl on her back, continuing to smother the life from him. The man pulled his legs up, bending them at the knees, trying to stand. As soon as the girl was lifted a few inches off the floor, he put his arms around her back and continued trying to get up. Once again she twisted her legs, and Al fell, but immediately got back up, still trying to reach his feet. Yelena twisted the other way, but Al put his hand on the floor, using his arm to brace himself.

He surprised himself by actually succeeding. He was standing up with the little girl still coiled around his neck, suffocating and squeezing him. She also pulled his hair, just to add to his suffering. Al could not help but contemplate the seemingly sexual implication of the position she had him in, as his mouth and nose were separated from her most private part only by the cheap polyester material of her bathing suit. However, he was unsure as to whether she was getting off on it, or if maybe she was trying to distract him with a sexual tactic. If so, he would not allow it to succeed, as he was more concerned about his life than he was about a possibly seductive move by a precocious 12-year-old girl.

Like a child trying to summon the courage to take his first dive into a swimming pool, Al summoned his courage to fall to the floor in hopes of breaking the child's devastating hold on his neck. They landed hard on the floor, and the little girl's grip was loosened sufficiently for the man to pull his head free, but her fingers were sill gripping his hair, and she pulled him back toward the waiting trap of her legs. However, Al was a man on fire, finding strength he never knew he had, as he knew he was fighting for his life.

He quickly placed his hands on the inside of her legs, just above her knees, and pushed, keeping her legs from coiling around him again, or at least that was his intention. He gulped as much air as he could during this respite, trying hard to keep her from capturing him in her leggy noose again. Unfortunately, her legs were much stronger than his arms, which soon collapsed under the strain. The man was once again in the crushing grip of her legs. The little girl rolled, taking her victim with her, and she was soon back on top, straddling his face, covering his mouth and nose as she slowly smothered him.

Al realized that anger was gradually replacing fear as his driving factor. It was a slow process, but since he had given up escaping this little killer, his flight instinct had been pushed into the background by his need and desire to fight, to fight for his life. He clawed and pushed at her legs, trying to lift her body up just enough so he could breathe. The little girl responded by placing her hands behind his head and pulling his face deeper into her suffocating crotch as she clenched his neck with her thighs more tightly than ever.

Al rolled, taking the girl with him, until he was on his stomach with the girl on her back. She still had her legs around his neck, crushing him while keeping her crotch glued to his face with her hands still holding the back of his head to help keep him there, making sure his breath was kept to a minimum. The little girl once again started jerking and shaking her victim, rolling him one way and then back the other way before finally settling on his face, suffocating him.

He punched her legs and rolled her off to the right, then once again tried to stand, only getting to his knees before collapsing and breaking her grip. Before he could free himself completely, however, she rolled him and ended up on his face, straddling him again so that his face was pressed against her crotch. She relinquished the scissor hold but continued to clench his head with her strong thighs as she continued pressing her crotch on his mouth and nose so that breathing was almost impossible. He was in even greater need of air than ever and on the verge of total panic, his heart beating so rapidly in his chest he could not only feel it, but hear it as well. The poor man was having a nervous breakdown, and there was nothing he could do to save himself, either from the breakdown or the child's determination to kill him.

The little girl panted hard as she pulled his hair while smothering him. Al grasped her legs with his fingers, clawing them, trying desperately to get her off of him. Placing his feet flat on the floor, he pushed up and over and succeeded in taking the child over and off of his face. Rolling the other way, he got to his feet, but Yelena jumped on his back and took him face down to the floor.

Still on his back she grabbed his hair again, then knee walked toward his head, where she straddled his neck and laced her fingers under his chin, stretching his neck as far as she could, like in a camel clutch. She leaned over to one side, taking him with her, legs loosely circling his neck. Al grabbed her wrists, trying to pull her laced fingers away from his chin. He succeeded, but by then she had tightened her legs and had started crushing the hell out of his neck. It seemed he needed four arms to wrestle this little girl, and it probably still wouldn't be enough.

Al knew by now this was not the way she wanted to kill him, so he waited for her to make a move. After a few seconds she released him completely, but did not get up. Instead, she rolled off and pushed him away with her bare feet. As he tried to stand, she pounced, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing him down so that he was once again on his back while she straddled him.

The little girl pinned his shoulders and arms above his head, then began sliding upward toward his face. Al jerked and bucked, upward and from side to side, but was unable to dislodge his little nemesis, who glared down at him with a look of pure, savage hatred, a child possessed. She climbed aboard his face and laced her fingers behind his head as she pulled his face into her waiting crotch, while at the same time falling to one side to embrace his head with her legs as she locked her ankles behind him, determined this time to hold and keep him 'til his death did they part.

“This is the end for you,” she hissed at him. “You're gonna fucking die.”

They grunted and groaned as they wrestled, the girl breathing heavily while the man struggled just to breathe. Al could still see the look of fury in her eyes as he desperately tried in vain to free himself, knowing that if he didn't, his time on earth was almost up. He glared back at her, refusing to look away, then rolled over, taking the girl with him, for what good it did. He pulled his legs forward and struggled to his knees with the little girl still crushing and smothering him. He fell forward, but was unable to break her death grip.

He tried again, but Yelena twisted her legs and took him back down, continuing to twist his head until she was once again sitting high atop his face. The man punched her legs, pounded the floor and clawed her thighs, fighting as hard as he could, but the little girl was stronger. A girl not even in her teens was stronger, and she was not only beating him in a hard fought struggle, she was killing him.

They continued to stare at each other as they wrestled, Al trying as hard as he could to keep the fear out of his eyes. The man felt he had no choice but to lay there gasping for what little air he could suck into his lungs. He couldn't fight back very much until he replenished his lungs, and that would probably take awhile. Suddenly the girl fell to the side, taking her victim with her, then turned the pressure up a notch by grabbing one bare foot and pulling on it, crushing him even harder with her leg across his throat and cutting off his air altogether.

Al went into a panic, flopping up and down, jerking and twisting from side to side, but all he did was exhaust himself, something he didn't need to do when he couldn't breathe at all. The look in his eyes was now one of pure terror, while the child's eyes reflected confidence and determination. His struggles finally subsided as the room began to go dark. Soon his eyes closed, and he lost consciousness altogether.

When he came to, the little girl was straddling his neck, just below the chin. He gulped precious air into his lungs, but before he could get nearly enough, she raised her crotch and lowered it over his mouth and nose, once again smothering him, making him suck in far less air than he needed to sustain his life for any length of time.

The little girl wasn't expecting much fight from him at this point, but the old man surprised her as he grabbed her shoulders and somehow found the strength to push her off. He tried to stand up, but she grabbed his collar and pulled him down. They rolled over and over each other on the floor, the girl on top, then the man.

“Oh...uh...ah...” they groaned as they wrestled. She ended up on top as he lay on his back. She once again laced her fingers under his chin, pulling him so tightly to her crotch he was once again not able to breathe at all. Looking him in the eyes, she said, “This is it. You're a dead man.” She rolled to her side and wound her legs around his neck again and shook him.

All he could do was flop, jerk and twist, as no new plan for beating her or escaping came to his mind. The little girl was just too strong for anything to work long enough for him to get a clear advantage. Any respite he had was short lived, as the powerful child always ended up on top, back in control, with her strong legs putting deadly pressure on his neck as he tried in vain to suck in life saving air while also suffocating him with her crotch. Soon, the darkness gradually returned, and he accepted the fact that his life was over.

She was no longer scissoring his neck but was still straddling his face and suffocating him when he came to again, but this time he had no fight left. All he could do was lie there, looking up into her eyes with an expressionless look, no longer defiant, no longer begging and pleading. She glared back, just sitting on his face and enjoying her latest conquest, knowing she could take him out any time she chose.

He lost consciousness again and came to a few minutes later. Once again all he did was lie there with nothing left to give. She crushed and smothered him again, and once more he came to, his eyes almost lifeless as she continued to glare at him.

Memories flooded through his consciousness, memories of his life and career, his wife and his children, as well as his three grandsons; his early adulthood, the years he spent trying to find his way in life, the time he spent in college and before then, high school, all those years came rushing back, along with thoughts of his childhood, his mother touching his forehead with a cool hand when he was sick; his father, teaching him how to ride a bike; childhood friends, including Bill, whom he had known since they were preschool, the same Bill who was now lying lifeless a few feet away, soon to be joined by his lifelong best friend.

He passed out again, waking briefly one last time to find the little girl still sitting proudly on the face of her beaten foe, still gazing down at him as he looked up at her one last time. Pulling him once again firmly between her legs, she rolled to the side and locked her ankles as she secured her death grip, crushing him for the last time. Having given up the fight, he accepted the fact that there was no way he could win, or even survive any longer. Now that he had accepted total defeat by the little girl, he went to sleep and didn't wake up this time.
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I don't think I've ever seen facesitting used in such a vicious and non-sexual way before, but it was clearly the right way to approach it with Yelena being so young. She would not have been aware of the intimate implications of what she was doing; it was just a means of suffocating and controlling him while he was fighting back as hard as he could. Very well written and highly appreciated, mate. Thank you for writing this for us.
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I don't think I've ever seen facesitting used in such a vicious and non-sexual way before, but it was clearly the right way to approach it with Yelena being so young. She would not have been aware of the intimate implications of what she was doing; it was just a means of suffocating and controlling him while he was fighting back as hard as he could. Very well written and highly appreciated, mate. Thank you for writing this for us.

These days I think a lot of 12 year olds COULD be aware of the intimate implications of face sitting, but I didn't want this one to be, or for it to have anything to do with why she was doing it. Obviously, I wanted to avoid that kind of controversy in a story, and almost changed the method of the girl's murder of the man for fear some would make an issue out of it. Thanks for the comments.
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Good story, I'd like to see more upper body strength used next if possible
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