The Daughters of Artemis Part 3
By Utrea.



Chapter 1.

By now it was clear to the two Artemis operatives, that the Skorpion soldiers,
to whom they had been sent to deal with, were not particularly well trained
and the girls' next two targets were no exception. The problem was for Lopez'
men was that the islands defences were geared toward an overt attack from the
sea by the Columbian National Defence Force or the DEA. What they were not
prepared for was the arrival of two insurgents skilled in the art of silent
death. The Skorpion troops had been brought to a state of readiness as the
agents' Cessna had been tracked by the island's radar but the girls HALO
parachute jump had gone undetected and the soldiers stood down as the aircraft
had turned back.

Amanda, lay flat on the ground like a sleek black panther in her one-piece
leather cat suit. On the parapet of the second gun emplacement, not two metres
away from the tall buxom blonde, sat her next victim, smoking. The English
girl was in no particular hurry. Let the condemned man enjoy his last
cigarette, she thought.

Meanwhile, the lithe dark haired Russian girl, Natalya had located her quarry.
He was lying on a bench, which ran around the inner perimeter of the
emplacement, snoring gently. She was half way down a flight of concrete steps
waiting patiently for her friend to make her move. From her position, Natalya
could see the soldier's legs dangling over the edge of the pit as he continued
to enjoy his cigarette. The Russian readied herself. She must be prepared to
move fast when her friend struck..

Eventually the man with his back to Amanda gave a last drag on his cigarette
before sending the spent butt spinning into the night. He stretched out his
arms and yawned. As he did so, the blonde rose from the ground. She covered
the short distance between them in silence. By the time the soldier had
finished his yawn she was on him. Using nothing but her bare hands, she
brought them down savagely chopping at both sides of the soldiers neck, the
blows momentarily compressing the carotid artery and causing him to black out.
Amanda knew that it wouldn't take long for the man to recover but it was long
enough for what she had planned for him. She clamped her right, gloved hand
over his mouth to prevent him from screaming and pulled him back from the
parapet with one swift jerking movement. She dragged him into nearby
undergrowth out of sight. She calculated that it would take her several
minutes to dispose of the guard and she didn't want to be disturbed. She fell
to the ground landing on her back, taking her victim with her so that he lay
on top of her, the back of his head resting between Amanda's full breasts. The
blonde assassin spread her legs wide and brought them up and over the slowly
recovering man's body. Crossing her ankles she clamped her thighs together,
trapping the man's arms to his side. Having immobilised him, she completed her
deadly manoeuvre by pinching his nostrils closed with her left hand. He
immediately began to struggle in the girl's lethal embrace, his frantic
movement already beginning to stimulate a familiar orgiastic warmth in the
loins of the blonde killer but without the use of his arms, she was easily
able to control him.

Amanda's assault had caused a scuffling sound, which although slight, had been
enough to waken the second soldier. As he slowly began to open his bleary
eyes, they suddenly snapped wide open staring at the apparition stood before
him. For a moment, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was the most
beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her long dark hair pulled severely back from
her face accentuated her cheekbones and full sensuous red lips. He thought he
was still asleep and must be dreaming the leather clad beauty stood before
him, feet apart and hands on hip. He was abruptly brought out of his reverie
as the girl suddenly raised her left leg and brought the sole of her knee
length, booted foot crashing down onto his exposed throat. She looked down on
him with cool brown eyes as she slowly but inexorably applied pressure to the
soldier's neck. The Skorpion man gurgled as his airway was closed and he
screwed his face into a grimace.

"Shhhh", Natalya soothed her victim "go back to sleep".

The soldier grabbed at his killer's ankle with his left hand. He placed his
right hand against the back of her left thigh and pushed upwards, desperate to
relieve the crushing pressure of her foot. He partially succeeded, but Natalya
countered his efforts by placing both hands on her left knee and leaning
forward adding her weight to the already considerable strength of her legs. It
was too much for the struggling man trapped beneath her and his airway was
soon sealed again. The former ballet dancer held the soldier down with perfect
balance, when a noise behind her made her twist at the hip.

Chapter 2.

Captain Hector Ruiz was awoken from his slumber by the radio operator. Ruiz
was the guard commander of the Skorpion troops stationed in the bunker.

"What do you want?", he muttered irritably to the soldier who had dared wake
him from his dreams.

"Sir", the operator began," one of the patrols is not responding to their
radio. They should have reported in fifteen minutes ago and I can't raise
them."

Ruiz considered sending another patrol out to look for them but then decided
against it. Before being recruited by Skorpion, he had been an officer in
Castro's revolutionary army in Cuba, where he had commanded proper troops, not
the undisciplined rabble he commanded now. In all likelihood, they would be
asleep and if he sent out another patrol, they would only cover for them,
probably claim that their radio was not working. No, he would go himself,
catch them out so he could get rid of them and persuade his Skorpion masters
to invest in better training. Swearing, Ruiz hurriedly dressed and left the
bunker. Apart from the radio operator the eighteen soldiers, who made up the
rest of the guard were asleep in their bunks. He quickly set off in the
direction of where the he thought he might find the wayward patrol, his black
mood hardly lightened when he thought about the men's fate when he caught
them. His journey took him close to the gun emplacement, when he heard a faint
but strange sound, a kind of muffled gurgle. Suddenly, everything became clear
to Captain Ruiz. The bastards were in the emplacement with the gun crew,
probably playing cards or getting drunk. He, Ruiz would personally string them
up for this. Furtively, the captain made his way to the emplacement. He
slowly, silently made his way down the concrete steps, fully intending to
catch his slacking troops by surprise. But it was the captain himself who was
surprised. As he entered the emplacement, he froze. His jaw hung open as he
gazed at the bizarre spectacle in astonishment. Here was one of his men, flat
on his back, being choked by a beautiful woman dressed entirely in black
leather. His amazement quickly turned to alarm as he realised the base was
under attack. He could not see the second soldier who should have been there
but he assumed that he too must be under attack. His right hand went
instinctively to where his pistol holster should have been and with mounting
horror he realised that in his haste and anger, he had forgotten to bring his
weapon with him..

"Shit!", he exclaimed quietly, disgusted at himself for making such a basic
error.

Ruiz' curse was barely audible but was enough to alert the Russian girl. She
twisted at the hip to survey this latest threat and the Skorpion commander
found himself gazing into the cold, calculating but beautiful eyes of the
assassin. Ruiz weighed up the situation. He was unarmed, but his adversary was
only a girl, however he couldn't be sure if she was working alone. The
disappearance of the other soldier and the failure of the patrol to report in
only strengthened his belief that the girl was not alone. He decided that his
best plan of action would be to alert the rest of the guards back at the
bunker and raise the alarm for the troops in Lopez' stronghold.

It had only taken a split second for Ruiz to arrive at this conclusion, but it
was enough for Natalya. The girl reached down with her right hand and released
the hunting knife strapped to her thigh. In one fluid motion she sent the
blade flying toward the fleeing captain. Ruiz had only managed to ascend the
first two steps when the knife took him in the small of the back neatly
severing his spine. He gave a little cry as the blade struck home and suddenly
finding his legs useless, he collapsed forward onto the steps.

Satisfied that the intruder no longer posed an immediate threat, Natalya
turned her attention back to the soldier. While she had been dealing with
Ruiz, she had had to let up with the pressure on the soldiers neck. Now she
saw that he had been able to regain some breath and some strength. He was
still clawing at her leg and the girl decided that she would have to finish
him quickly. She again clasped her knee and bore down on the captured males
neck with all her strength.

"Ah!", she gave a little grunt of satisfaction as she felt the cartilage in
his throat give way and collapse. The man was now doomed and all she had to do
was to keep him pinned beneath her foot until he died. The soldier made
horrible gagging sounds as he tried in vain to draw life-giving air past his
ruined throat and his frightened eyes began to bulge from his head.

Amanda's victim's face had turned purple. He had stopped struggling but the
blonde had kept her grip on his mouth and nose, just to be sure. She
experimentally released his mouth and felt on his neck for a pulse, ready to
resume her suffocating grip if she detected one. There was none.

She uncrossed her ankles and pushed the corpse away from her. She then stood
and looked over the side of the pit

Natalya's victim had stopped trying to prise her foot from his neck and had
gone into spasms. Slowly they began to subside as death claimed him until
eventually he lay still staring up into the sky with sightless eyes.

"Took your time with him didn't you comrade? Amanda teased the Russian.

"It wasn't my fault", the Russian replied with mock petulance "I had to deal
with him as well" she said indicating over her shoulder with her thumb.

"With who darling?" Amanda enquired sweetly.

"Him" Natalya said turning to the steps. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed.

Ruiz had gone.

Chapter 3

Although paralysed from the waist down, Natalya's knife which now protruded
from Ruiz' back had amazingly missed all of his vital organs. The captain had
instinctively played dead until the girl had turned her attention back to
choking the life out of the guard. He had then slowly, at first, only being
able to use his arms, dragged himself up the steps of the gun emplacement .
Now he had to crawl back to the bunker as fast as he could. He was desperately
afraid but knew that his only chance of survival would be to make it back to
the safety of his own troops. Every so often he stopped, looked about him and
listened, trying to detect sounds of a pursuit. There were none. His hopes
began to soar as at last the bunker came into view. It was still over a
hundred metres away but it was sanctuary. He forced himself to stop, fighting
the instinctive urge to press on as quickly as possible, risking detection. He
looked behind him but could still see or hear nothing. He made to go forward
again but his progress was immediately checked. He found himself staring at a
pair of black leather booted feet. With a sinking heart, the captain's gaze
travelled upwards, past the knee-length boots, up the powerful columns of two
shapely, leather-clad thighs past the flat stomach and full breasts straining
against the skin tight fabric and up to the beautiful face of his adversary.

Amanda stood for a moment, hands on hips her blue eyes locked onto the
captain's despairing brown ones.

"Going somewhere?" she asked pleasantly.

Ruiz knew that it was all over. He had always anticipated a warrior's death,
killed in battle and showered in glory, not at the hands of a mere woman.

The two Artemis operatives had not been particularly troubled by Ruiz' attempt
to escape. They had guessed his destination and had quickly tracked him down.
In silence Amanda had had pointed to the fugitive, then to herself, before
drawing her right forefinger across her throat, indicating to her companion
that she would deal with him. Natalya nodded in understanding and made her way
to the bunker. Amanda strode over to her quarry and now stood before him like
a leather clad, amazonian angel of death. Balancing perfectly on her left foot
she placed the sole of her booted right on Ruiz' head and began to slowly
apply pressure. The captain instantly realised what the blonde was about to do
and tried to resist her. But it was no good. With the girl increasing the
pressure with her powerful leg, the commander's head was forced inexorably
toward the sandy ground.

"Por favor...," he tried to plead, but it was as far as he got as his face
touched the earth. Still Amanda increased her pressure on the soldier mashing
his face into the ground. He tried to breathe but only inhaled sand. He
spluttered and choked, tried to lift his head but it was firmly pinned. He
reached for the girl's ankle tried to remove her boot from his head but that
too was useless. With the struggling man slowly suffocating beneath her foot,
Amanda glanced up to see that the Russian had reached the bunker.

Natalya quietly opened the door a little and peered through the crack. She was
looking into the guardroom and if the plans had been correct, the sleeping
quarters would be beyond it. She could see only one man. He was sitting on a
wooden chair. In front of him was a table on which stood a large military
radio transmitter. The man had his feet on the table and was leaning back on
the chair gently rocking it on two of its four legs. He was wearing a pair of
headphones and Natalya realised that she need not be so cautious as he
probably couldn't hear anything. She had to make this quick and not give the
man time to fight back. She didn't want the slumbering soldiers in the room
beyond to be disturbed..just yet. Natalya took a deep breath and suddenly
wrenched the door fully open. Moving in behind her target, standing with her
feet apart, she grabbed the back of the man's chair and pushed down sending
both it and it's occupant toppling back. She allowed the chair to fall to the
ground, but as the man's head passed between her legs, the lithe Russian girl
clamped them tight around his neck cutting off his little cry of alarm.
Natalya twisted savagely with her hips and was rewarded with a dry snapping
sound as his neck broke. Instantly paralysed, the radio operator's brain could
no longer command his lungs to breathe and he started to suffocate. With a
satisfied little sigh, Natalya released her victim's neck and the stricken man
fell to the floor.

Little by little Ruiz' struggles began to diminish as death claimed him. His
hands stopped trying to prise the blonde's foot from his head his grip on her
ankle was relinquished. He made a few spasmodic twitches and then was still.
When she was satisfied that the man beneath her was dead, Amanda released her
grip, quickly gathered together her and Natalya's packs and made her way to
the bunker. The Russian girl had opened the door to the sleeping quarters a
fraction and was peering inside as the English girl arrived.

"Sleeping like baboushkas," she said softly, not turning round.

"How many?" the blonde enquired stepping over the body of the radio operator.
Dead eyes stared upward and his neck was bent at a grotesque angle to the rest
of his body. Amanda could tell by the surprised look on the man's face that
death had been swift.

"I count eighteen."

"Good, that's nine each then," she said, then added "here."

Natalya turned and took the equipment Amanda was offering her. It consisted of
a small, silver coloured metal cylinder with a mouthpiece, a piece of gauze
and a small glass phial. Both girls placed the mouthpieces of the miniature
breathing apparatus in their mouths before breaking the phials and pouring the
clear liquid they contained onto the absorbent pieces of cloth. When they were
ready, the Artemis agents exchanged a quick glance of confirmation with each
other, then slipped through the door into the sleeping quarters. It was gloomy
inside and for a short time the girls just waited until their eyes became
adjusted. The room was silent save for the sounds of gentle snoring. Presently
they were able to make out five bunks running either side of the room with a
central gangway between them. At the other end of the room was another door.
Light shone from beneath it and the girls guessed that the room, which lay
beyond, was probably the ablutions area. Wooden footlockers stood at the ends
of the bunks on which was placed the individual soldier's rifle and ammunition
belt. When they were ready the operatives silently rose and moved in on their
first target. Standing on either side of the first bed, they looked down on
the sleeping man. He was lying on his side. That was no good. Gently, Natalya
eased him over so that he was now lying on his back. Perfect. Holding the
gauze in her left hand, Amanda knelt down next to the soldier and firmly
placed the cloth over his face covering both nose and mouth. Both girls were
taken by surprise at what happened next as the deadly nerve agent impregnating
the gauze went to work. His eyes flew open and he started to convulse
violently. Natalya had to fling herself across his body to hold him down and
Amanda had to use both hands to keep the cloth in place. It only lasted about
ten seconds before the soldier's struggles got noticeably weaker. Finally his
eyes glazed over and he became still. Natalya felt on the man's neck for a
pulse and finding none nodded to her companion.

It was an experimental weapon devised by the girls back at the Artemis
laboratories. Based on a synthesised version of potassium cyanide, it attacked
the nervous system, disrupting the bodies' ability to supply oxygen to the
vital organs and so suffocating the victim. The two girls had been asked to
use the weapon on this mission to evaluate its effectiveness and report back
on their return. Neither Natalya nor Amanda could fault the weapon's potency
but something would have to be done to modify the reaction it triggered in it'
victims. In the meantime the girls would just have to modify their attack.

Natalya approached the bed opposite the first soldier's. The man who lay
before her was already on his back. Natalya indicated for her blonde companion
to stay back. The Russian had a plan and wanted to see if was possible for a
woman to dispatch her victim on her own. When she was ready, she pressed the
gauze over the sleeping man's face at he same time straddling his supine form
keeping his arms pinned to his sides with her knees. As he started to convulse
the lithe brunette sat down heavily on his chest. It was like riding a bucking
bronco but by squeezing with her thighs, Natalya found that she could easily
control the struggling man until death claimed him. Amanda seeing the
effectiveness of her friend's method of execution adopted it and quickly
straddled the next man, pressing the gauze securely over his face.

And so the girls moved from bunk to bunk, dealing silent death to their
defenceless victims,

adjusting and refining their method of delivery, until they reached the
furthest two beds. The one Natalya had selected had a slumbering soldier in it
but Amanda's was empty. Her brief moment of confusion was allayed by the sound
of a toilet being flushed. The blonde moved to the side of the door, stood her
back to the wall and waited. Light flooded the sleeping quarters when the door
opened and the soldier, clad only in a pair of olive green boxer shorts froze
at the bizarre scene being played out and his jaw dropped open in amazement.
He saw, what he thought was the most beautiful girl he had ever set eyes on,
dressed entirely in shiny black leather straddling his friend Rodrigues. Both
of the lithe woman's hands were clamped tightly over the man's face, covering
his nose and mouth and all the soldier could see was the man's frightened
eyes. His body was convulsing and bucking but the dark haired girl rode him
easily, gripping the violently struggling torso tightly with her legs.

It only took a couple of moments for the soldier to regain his wits but by
then it was too late. Before he could react, Amanda stepped in front of the
doorway. In one fluid motion she seized the soldier's right wrist in both
hands. She then stepped back on her right foot and pivoting on it pulled the
soldier out of the room. She swung him round in an arc sending him crashing
face first into the wall. Not giving him a chance to recover, the blonde
released his wrist and seized his throat. She turned her dazed captive and
walked him backwards toward his bed all the while squeezing his neck with her
powerful hands. As the back of his legs made contact with the bed, the choking
man collapsed on to it. Amanda straddled him and sat on his chest. She
released her grip on his neck. Linking her fingers, she then placed them
behind the man's head and pulled it forward and up forcing his throat tight
against her crotch. At the same time the tall English girl snaked her legs
around his neck and crossed her ankles. She let go of his head and placed her
hands on the bed, either side of his body, for balance. Gazing down on her
victim's face framed by her powerful black leather clad thighs, the blonde
suddenly straightened her legs and concentrated all of her energy into making
the gap between them as small as possible. Unfortunately the soldier's neck
was in the way. He moaned miserably as his pained face began to darken in
colour and his eyes bulged from their sockets. His hands tried to pry the
ever-constricting thighs apart but it was useless. The grip she held him with
was just too strong. After about ten seconds the victim began to weaken, his
hands fluttered like dying birds against her thighs and his bloated tongue
lolled out of his mouth as unconsciousness claimed him. Still Amanda
maintained her hold on him, calculating that it would take about another
thirty seconds for her legs' lethal embrace to kill him. Now that he wasn't
struggling, Amanda was able to reach forward and grab one of his wrists. She
felt for his pulse. It was faint and erratic. Still she kept the crushing
pressure concentrated on his neck. She glanced behind her to where Natalya
still sat astride her victim. His violent struggles had all but stopped.
Suddenly his whole body gave one last spasm, his legs straightened and the
relaxed as he breathed his last.

Amanda turned her attention back to the Skorpion soldier trapped between her
thighs.

His pulse had stopped. She gave one last almighty squeeze, and then unlocking
her ankles, opened her legs allowing the dead man's head to fall back onto the
bed. She climbed off him and together the two Artemis agents quickly set about
placing incendiary devices around the bunker.

The forward ground troops had all been neutralised. Now the girls could
concentrate on the inner guards in the stronghold and on Lopez himself.

To be continued