OLD SCHOOL ENCOUNTER

BY LIKO

Background: A mid-aged man returns to his old neighborhood after
being away for years, during his vacation, to discover that the
only thing to change is he himself. Eventually he decides to
visit his old stomping grounds including his elementary school.
While sitting on a old, worn-down and mostly broken bench lost in
old memories he hears a commotion from behind not far away
overgrown bushes. From the sound somebody is getting smacked
around big time. "Probably some young punks trying to prove how
though they are." He thinks. At first the man deseeds that that
does not concern him, but soon his curiosity get the better of
him. As he approaches careful not to be seen the man is in for a
surprise.

The assailants were three girls not older then six grade, two of
which were holding their victim pinned to the ground facedown and
could only occasionally hit her with their fists. However, the
third tormentor was in good position to kick the restrained
girl's back and sides and did so with enthusiasm if not skill.
Their target was sobbing softly, but did not look seriously hurt.
She was probably crying out of fear and feeling of helpless
frustration then any serious pain. The standing girl was also the
one to notice the man's presence.

"Go away-this does not concern you." The kid certainly had gall,
since she was less then half his height and was outweighed nearly
three to one.

"I could probably trample her and not even slow down"-he thought.
-There are other ways to get even. He said to the trio of
elementary kids glaring at him.

The "leader" gave him a measuring look for a few seconds then
gestured him to go on saying: "Go ahead, big brother." The two
other girls did not look convinced but raised no protests as he
approached. [Those two are more afraid of her then of me] he
thinks with amusement. [In another instance I would gladly have
spend some time changing that]

Near the human pile lay a discarded schoolbag, which probably
belonged to the victim, since it was the only one in sight. The
man opened it and rampaged a little until he found what he was
looking for- a pen box. After retrieving a pencil he approached
the pinned girl, who was trying to squirm away without success.
He used one foot to secure both of the child's legs. Afterwards
the man lifted the victim's skirt, which was covered with several
footprints, to reveal a pair of cheep- cotton, yet so enticing to
him, panties. Those did not stay up for long, for after taking a
moment to enjoy how they looked while covering the kid's young
butt the man hooked his left index finger on their middle and
with one quick motion lowered them to nearly to the back of the
knees. After taking another moment to appreciate the sight before
him, he used his left hand to spread the small globes before him.
He then pushed the pencil eraser first into the small rosebud.
The small wooden rod entered easy exacting a gasp from surprised
little girl, the process then met with surprisingly strong
resistance as the bared ass owner clenched with desperation.
Instead of continuing to push and risk the pencil snapping and
doing some serious damage the man let go of it and then delivered
a sharp smack on the right cheek casing the cheeks owner to
squeak. "You better relax" he started menacingly- "or you will
really get hurt." His words or maybe just the tone seemed to get
to the girl, because she started to relax, slowly. While he was
waiting, the man looked with amusement as his handprint developed
brightly on the young white skin. He then pushed the pencil in
more then three-quarters in meeting much less resistance, then
amused himself and the other girls by pulling nearly out and
pushing it back in occasionally twisting the small rod, thus
causing the victim to wiggle a lot and beg trough tears to be let
go. Soon though he grew bored of the same thing oven and over
again. After pushing it in nearly completely the man turned to
his co-conspirators: "Why do you hate her so much then?" Not that
he particularly cared, just looking for excuse to exact new
torments. "She squeaked on us. Now we have to stay for detention
for the next week and a half." Said one of the two girls keeping
the partially naked kid on the ground. This was said with such
outrage the man was hard pressed not to show his amusement. Week
and half, big deal! Still this gave him what he needed- an
excuse.

"So you had been naughty"- he addressed the terrorized, helpless
girl on the ground, trying to sound stern and mostly succeeding
–"telling on your friends. Causing them to be punished because of
you."

The girl started to cry harder as he lowered her panties even
farter. "Yes, indeed you need to be punished. What you need is
getting your naughty bottom properly spanked."

Giving her a moment for the sentiment to sink in, he dropped on
his knees. After wrapping one arm around her thin waist and
securing a firm hold on her left hand the man motioned the two
girls holding her down to let go. Lifting the small child and
placing her over his lap went without a hitch. Now her bared
behind was in very accessible position, just begging to be
abused. It was just that … he had forgotten to secure her feet.
The child quickly took advantage of his lapse and started kicking
soon after he begun her panties flying away. The man reached and
pinned the flailing legs to the ground, then turned to the
leader: "Could you please?" The girl just nodded, and approached
and used her own legs to secure the other girl's, eyes never
glancing away from the protruding tip sticking out of the
tormented girl's ass. The man then returned to his intended work,
delivering fast cupped handed slaps on the upturned bottom. He
alternated between cheeks careful not to hit too close to the
center. He did not count, but to his estimate he delivered around
thirty blows before stopping to admire his handiwork. The
individual handprints overlapped, melting into satisfying reddish
glow. The girl cried admonished.

"Onto the next part"- he thought.

He then asked the "leader" to spread the crying girls legs apart
as much as she can. The girl complied uncomprehending but
curious. The man then started stroking the more revealed bald
pubic area, especially the lips. He then delivered a sharp smack
without warning. The legs of course closed, hitting the one
holding them on the head. "Hold her securely"-the man admonished.
The two other girls come to their leader's help, helping her pin
the legs one again. He then proceeded to spank the girl's tights
only occasionally hitting the small pubic opening. Soon he
switched to exploring the undeveloped sex. He enjoyed immensely
the tightness. He could feel the pencil in her anus trough the
thin vaginal wall. The rough interaction caused his victim to
moan. Before letting her go the man took his time in locating and
exploring the uterus opening then pinching it between his nails
drawing blood and a bloody scream. Good thing the kid was already
too exhausted to be too loud. He did not want her to be able to
walk fast anytime soon. What it did not result was a stream of
urine-just a few drops. When he mentioned it to the other girls
something like "I am surprised she had not peed herself yet" they
smiled and told him she went to the toilet before leaving school
"and takes her time" and that if fact that was how they managed
to ambush her without drawing attention. Finally he removed the
pencil not-too-gently, collected the discarded panties and while
the trio was trying to intimidate the wrecked girl into silence
opened up the schoolbag under the pretext of returning the soiled
writing utensil back in his place. I fact he was looking for a
specific item he wanted to keep-the abused kid's keys. As he
suspected she kept them inside her schoolbag. No one saw him take
the keys and put them in his pocket, before slipping away. He did
not go very far, hiding just out of the kids' sight. The trio
took off soon after, and he was not particularly worried that
they will report this. After all they were involved too. The
other girl however took much more time and appeared to have
trouble standing up. After unsuccessfully looking for her panties
she struggled away holding her crouch with one hand, while the
other was massaging her reddened ass cheeks. After a few steps
the girl stopped to clean her face, dust her clothes and wipe
away the trickle of blood coming down her leg. The kid obviously
(as he expected) did not want anybody to find out. Then she went
her way-slowly. The man was not worried that she will be back
soon, elementary students usually went to a school rarely more
then half mile from their home. And since it was still mid-
afternoon and she carried keys it was unlikely that there was
somebody to meet her at home. His deduction bared fruit close to
half an hour later, when the child came back, just a little more
steady on her feet, looking for the missing keys. It did not take
long for her to get frustrated and start crying again. He waited
a little longer for maximum effect before approaching quietly.
When she heart him she quickly looked up, and after realizing who
it was started to back off putting her bag between them as a
pitiful barrier. He stopped to take the keys out of his pocket
and jingle them.

"You seem to have misplaced this"- he teased.

"Give them back!"-her voice cracked with hoariness and quite a
bit of fear. "May be we can come to a deal".

At this the child looked even more frightened, but finally
gathered enough courage to ask: "What sort of deal?"

"I want… Your ass." The schoolgirl hands unconsciously went back
to protect body part in question.

"You already spanked me and…and" she burst into tears hiccupping.

"I want to do it again."

The child managed to cry out an comprehensible: "Why?"

"Because you have such a nice butt and I enjoy hurting it."

After a while the girl calmed (surprisingly quick) and asked with
thoughtful expression:

"Does this mean that you like me?"

Taken aback a bit the man quickly regained his composure and
replied: "Sure things darling, I like you"-finishing in his
mind-[like to have my way with you that is].

"Granma says we always hurt the ones we love." Explained the
girl.

"Do you think that those girls back there liked you too?" he
teased. "No they were just mean and… and vicious and…and bad."
Said the child with genuine level of conviction." Bu they are
just children."

In his mind he finished-[while I am an adult and thus it cannot
be true that I could possibly enjoy hurting you.]

They continued to speak and gradually he established a profile
for her. She was being raised by a single parent her mother, who
worked until late. The kid's thirst for affection caused her to
act as goody-two-shoes in order to get some compliments from the
teachers. These of course made her a target for the rest of the
kids. Indeed the reason she always went to the toilet after
school was to avoid getting into confrontations with her
schoolmates.

"So you do not really 'go' while you are in the little girl's
room after school" he teased her.

"Well, as long as I am there anyway" the girl admitted shyly.

Now that he gotten to know about her more he could not but feel
some sympathy for her, he too was bullied as a child until he
started to lift weights in fifth grade. Then after blooding few
noses he suddenly had too many "friends". Not that his sprouting
feeling was going to stop him to milk the possibilities as much
as he can, but a seed of a plan started to form. That trio of
snotty bullies did seem a bit too cheeky for their own good.

The man would not mind to do something about their cheek (and
some things to their back cheeks as well). After all he cold not
leave a good deed unpunished. (Or a bad deed in this case)

******

"You know what kid? I think you did get it a bit too rough. I
apologize."

"So how would you like me to correct this mistake? How would you
like to get even with those bullies, which had been making your
life miserable?"

The girl was reluctant at first, but after some careful
persuasion and he was careful to include things like "nice girl
like you" and "undeservingly wronged" she relented. From her the
man learned that they are all from problem families, their
parents never having the time to look after them and leaving them
to run wild, in other words- easy prey. According to his
informant those kids parents did not check on them and he got the
impression there could be couple of days before they are noticed
to be missing. Good news indeed. So a plan was born.

He told his new partner that, knowing bullies they will not let
go once they find an easy victim. They will wait for her after
school again the next day to terrorizes her. She was to follow
her usual routine – go hide in the toilet. Only this time she was
not going to use it but slip out the window and wait. Once the
three get tired of waiting for her to come out, they will go in.

Here his part came in. He still knew some people in the
government. It is suppressing how some of the wildest kids one
knew as a child often ended up in politics, or may be not so
surprising. In any case he knew whose palms to grease to get what
he wanted done. In any event few hours latter, couple of drinks
and lighter pocket got him a fake order from the city's health
department stating he was supposed to spray insecticide in his
old school. It also landed him a free one hour or at least as the
guard out it "until I finish that bottle of brandy you brought"
access to a warehouse in which the city stored old junk. This
junk included pesticides, which were deemed too strong to use in
heavy inhabited areas. The pencil pushers in the mayor's office
had ordered the chemical to be stored away, and afterwards forgot
all about it. Half an hour later the man had made his selection:
several canisters of the strong pesticide, an well worn uniform,
spray equipment including a gas mask adapted from old war
suplass, few other small odds and ends and a push cart to carry
it.

The guard at the gate at first did not wanted to let him walk
away with the cart, but after the man promised to bring it back
in a few days and sweetened the deal with another bottle, the
older man reluctantly agreed.

The next day the man put on the pilfered uniform and set off
early morning to execute his plans, they included bringing some
cruel retribution on the female bullies, but also milking the
situation for all it is worth.

The school officials of coarse have not heard about him coming
over to "treat" the building, but were not about to look a gift
horse in the mouth. After politely dodging few offers of a drink
(one for coffee and others for vodka) the newly appointed health
worker started his rounds. All in all the place was as he
remembered it.

The school had five floors, first three occupied corresponding to
the their number and last two floors occupied by the upper three
grades. Each floor but the first had two bathrooms-one for boys
and another for girls. The first floor had two pair – one close
to the classroom and the other close to the gym.

The false health worker spend most of the day on the first three
floors, one to avoid being seen by his acquiesces from yesterday,
but also because he knew that lower grade children will have
harder time dealing with what he had in mind. He tried to pace
himself so there was roughly an hour for each floor. He left the
gym's rooms for last, as there the ambush was to happen.

In the boys rooms he spend as little time as possible, only
enough to seems like he been there- dumping as much chemical as
he can in five-six minutes then getting the hell out. The rest of
his self-appointed hour he "worked" in the girls' restrooms. Here
he sprayed in all but one of stalls. He left the one in the
corner farthest from the window untouched. Not that the heavy
nauseating chemical cloud could not be felt there as well. On the
contrary it was almost as bad as the other unusable stalls.

Once his "trap" was set he stood around waiting for his first
"visitors" pretending to be working. He did not have to wait
long. As most first graders the current badge of students were
not used Oto waiting before going to the rest room. Before twenty
minutes had passed individual girls started to arrive. Once each
stepped in the strong smell make her retreat back out, only to
return a minute latter back in and back out all the while dancing
what he named the "want-to-pee" ballet. Finally a brave (or
desperate) little one took a deep breath and rushed in. In about
twenty seconds (he counted) she came was rushing out knickers
damp and dripping a little- she could not quite stand it long
enough.

Others tried different strategies-some going in couple of times
for few seconds, most of those not even bothering to pull their
panties up, some even saving time by not closing the door
completely.

Apparently they though just because he had glasses on (part of
his disguise, he had laser surgery 18 months ago) and was not
looking directly at them he could not see them. His only regret
at this point was that he have not brought a camera with him, he
could have make more then two year salary selling pictures of
what he saw in the first half hour.

After couple of the kids tripped and fell face down and he had to
help each cute crying doll up, nose dripping blood, lift their
lowered panties up (way up, he took the chance to make them ride
the crack and enjoy the view) and escort the child to the nurses
office, the man decided he was going to attract too much
attention it this cycle continued. He opened the windows and with
regret moved on.

The second hour (and floor) started the same. A little less
number of girls were coming, but still plenty to keep him well
amused.

Soon however he noticed a strange thing, he could not see the
girls to longer pull their panties up in while exiting from the
stalls. Either they were getting more used to the smell or… Next
time he had a "visitor" he pretended to be examine some crack on
the floor, thus when the child quickly exited half a minute
latter he get a glance of the cause for this unexpected new
twist- the kid was not wearing any panties! It did not matter to
him where they we doing it-those brats were cheating him out of
hard-won entertainment!

So he did something about it-"incidentally" spilling some of the
liquid soap he brought with him on a piece of the floor the next
brat had to pass in order to get to the corner stall as quickly
as possible. The man did not have to wait long. Not even ten
minutes latter a petite brunette with braids rushed in and not
looking where she was stepping slipped as he planned. As she felt
backwards her skirt flipped up exposing her naked pubs. The young
girl's uncovered posterior make a heavy contact with the hard
tiled floor with a loud "thud". As she was squirming on the floor
in her moment of pain her criss-crossing legs offered him another
opportunity to see the small immature opening between them.

In too short seconds however she recovered enough to rock up on
her knees. Just as the man though the show was over the child
while still on the floor turned around flipped her skirt up and
started to massage the affected area. The sound of his heavy
breathing eventually got to her, for she stopped what she was
doing (much to his regret) and stood up covering her most
interesting region. The first grader started to give him an
apology, saying she did not mean to "moon" him. Quick on his feet
the man apologized on his turn saying that it was partially his
fault for spilling some chemicals on the floor. The innocent kid
as expected asked if the chemical was dangerous with worried
voice. No he replied as long as it is washed off fairly soon
after contact At this the child panicked as predicted. "What to
do what to do, there are two more hour until lunch break. I might
die by then" He assured her that she would not die, the chemical
was just going to dry up and make her bottoms very itchy,
advising her not to scratch when it happens. Somewhat relived but
still appealed by even this the grade-schooler pleaded him to do
something. So being the nice gay he was he offered to help her
wash. She immediately accepted. The man took her to the janitor's
room next door, then closed the door to the hallway and looked it
"so nobody walk in and embarrass her".

The he told the girl to take hold of her toes, of coarse she was
not limber enough to keep this position without gradually opening
her legs little at a time until they were more then shoulder
length apart. Meanwhile he soaped his hand taking his time to
enjoy the spectacle. Once he was ready he approached and
methodically "washed her" running his hands repeatedly over her
bum making sure some foam ended in the crack. Then without
warning he pushed his smallest finger in her anus. When she
protested the man explained that that area need to be washed too
"just in case". The child wiggled more but did not protest when
his ring finger joined the other in her backhole. Knowing that
they told kids these days a lot of nonsense about "good" and
"bad" touches (in his book it could not be a bad touch if it make
you feel good) he did not try to push his lack and he did not try
to explore the other tempting target. Next the man took out a
small syringe and filled it with water. (In his younger days he
had spend sometime working as a night guard in a hospital, the
pay was bad but one could get to bring a lot of interesting
"office" supplies home. Hey at the time everybody was doing it!)
The kid tensed up when she saw the syringe, but one once she was
certain it did not have a needle she submitted reluctantly to his
next ministration. Namely him sticking the thing in her and
empting it, this repeated four five times with the brunette
growing more and more uncomfortable with each dose stepping from
foot to foot in futile attempt to find relieve from the cramps.
The man was enjoying her little dance very much, but decided not
to risk more that five dose since he did not want a mess to
clean. But once she was finally allowed to go relive herself the
poor kid faced another problem- the insecticide filling the air.
In moments the kid came back crying that she could not possibly
stay in the stall to purge herself without fainting or at least
loosing her breakfast. The resourceful "uncle" found a solution
to this too- namely an old bucket. The brat did do look trilled
but with little other choice relented in second. Then there was
no particularly good way to squat over the rusted container
without getting in contact with it. The "nice" man offered his
services once again: he took hold of her legs at the back of the
knees and holding her close to his chest for support suspended
her over the bucket. Eventually the girl asked to be let down,
the man suspected she was not completely done, but did not push
the issue. It did not matter to him if she has an "incident" as
long it cannot be traced back to him. The janitor's closet had
several cases of the rough toilet paper every school had been
using since before The Soviet Block fell apart. The man insisted
to "help" her clean up, making sure that the rough tree bark
texture visited the soft cheeks and especially the crack between
them all over. By the time he was done and before the girl
stumbled back towards her classroom her tushy looked painfully
red, but was clean.

[Time to move on.] the man thought as he emptied the fitly
bucket. [I been here for far too long already.]

On the third floor he did not get to see nearly as much as he
expected. Apparently word has gone out and the students were
using the facilities on other floors. A bit risky, since if a
student went to a different floor except as a part of a class
activity or recess he could get in trouble (with the
upperclassmen if he went up, with the teachers if he was caught
on a lower floor). It was all a part of stupid system that did
not work as it was supposed to-namely to prevent bulling between
kids in different grades. When he was student here he was one of
the few toughs in his third grade who dared go to the forth
floor. They were all eventually cornered by the older boys and
beaten. He lost two teeth (luckily neither of them permanent) the
upperclassmen working him over lost one. But he did not cry, and
gave almost as good as he got. Soon after the thugs in forth make
friends with him, and he even fought (and won) few times against
the "fifth grade biaches" as his new friends called them.
[Personal note: At least in the place I (the author) grew up in
biach means literally hit man or mafia "enforcer", or in street
slang somebody who like to pick fights and looks like he has been
drinking steroids since the cradle] To make up for his
disappointment the man patrolled outside the school during lunch
after a quick bite. As he suspected the some of the grade school
kids had gone and done their "business" in the bushes. He chooses
an ambush cite and actually managed to catch a group of five
second grade girls in the act of peeing. After scolding them he
offered them an option-he could report them OR they will all
submit to a punishment of his choice. After short deliberation
they chose him over the principle. His method of chastisement?
Bare bottom spanking, of coarse. He made them stand in a circle
facing in, bend over forward with skirt flopped over. He then cut
a brunch from the nearby tall bush. The wooden switch was not
very hard, but still managed to give a sting. If pain he was
after he would be better using his hand. No, turning pink those
offered posteriors was just part of the plan, more importantly
the brunch had many branching green leaves. Once he was done with
the spanking, he made (after more protests) each one open her
snitch placed the brunch diagonally trough the offered opening
and pulled the wood towards him, fast. Afterwards he let the
girls go. They did walk funny.

The man did not expect another victim to show up. He was
distracted, absentmindedly stripping the brunch in his hand off
its leaves and thus almost missed another opportunity.

Almost. A girl bit older than his latest victims (he found out
bit latter she was a forth grader) had crept in the bushes not
far from his position and apparently was trying to do a dump.
Throwing subtleties in the wind the crafty man just thundered
trough the underbrush scaring the crap out of her (literally,
well not that it took much). After giving another scolding the
man offered the poor schoolgirl the same options- face him or the
principle. It was not much of a choice. First he made her clean
up (she had brought some toilet paper with her) then the
punishment begun. This time the switch, stripped of most of its
leaves was more effective leaving a clear signs on each spot it
landed. After the brat was nice and crying he proceeded to phase
two. Telling her "I cannot undone what you did, but let Mother
Earth herself punish you." It sounded pompous granted, but kids
always had been suckers for mysterious sounding phrases. The girl
did not have any idea what he was talking about, and truth to be
told neither did he. However that rarely stopped him before. At
first he though to shove some soil in her ass, but then he
noticed that an oak tree was not far of. He makes her fallow him
to it and after taking some time in selecting few not too big
acorns (about 3cm long, 1cm broad) make the girl bend over
exposing her abused cheeks. The child was trembling at this
point, having some irking of what was about to happen. She did
not have to wait long- the man approached her and using both hand
spread out her cheeks bending over to better examine his exposed
target. The satisfied that the acorns are going to fit, without
too much of a stretch he used only his left hand to keep her hole
visible he started to push the first nut in. Since she was
actively resisting it took a moment. The ones that followed went
in better. After five acorns were in he let the rest drop down
and reached for the stripped brunch. After inserting the thin
head he started to push in slowly, pushing up the 'corns further
in where they could not be reached easily by just a greased
finger. Since the grade schooler had gone #2 fairly recently and
had already been tanked up to max while he was inserting them the
acorns were going to spend the next few hours inside her.

Since the look of discomfiture was too plane to see on her face,
the man decided to not take any chances and told her to go home,
advising her to claims tummy ache as an excuse (not that far from
the truth). After escorting her partway to her family apartment
the man hurried back to the school just catching the echoes of
late bell as he approached. He smiled to himself; so much for
picking on innocents and minor rule breakers-the second part of
the day has begun. It was time to set a trap for some really
cheeky bitches.

******

Based on "Gunslinger girl" anime. If you like anime and have not
seen this series- you should (read the manga too, it is awesome).
If do not know what this anime craze lately is all about, go
watch this series - you just might get hooked.

Ok, if you read my previous stories you know that I like to
experiment by putting short stage like direction in line of
dialog. (If you did not know, now you do.) I like to think it
helps represent how things are happening (people doing something
more than just standing there while talking.)

Background: "Officially, the Social Welfare agency is a
government-sponsored corporation that is in the business of
saving lives. In reality, it is an agency on the fringe of
technology. They give terminal patients another shot at life
using cybernating implants. The conditioning process then shapes
the patient into efficient machine for handling all of the
government's dirty work."

Tonight mission was to capture several high-ranking members of
the Padana in order to extract information. The Agency was
attempting new strategy- send Section Two agents after a head of
a cell and after securing the last of members pass that
information to Section One, thus unraveling the Padina's web a
strand at time. Rico-Jean team was one of teams dispatched on a
midnight raid. Their target was a high placed politico,
well-regarded family man and a secret member of the terrorist
organization. Taken by surprise the man's bodyguards managed to
give only a token resistance before being eliminated.

Unluckily the target happened to walk in his study moments before
the attack commenced and before the cyborg and her fratello
captured him and bound him to a chair he had managed to set on
fire the content of his safe eliminating important information.
Even worst during the attack his young life had been badly
wounded by ricocheting bullet.

Jean treated her wound, but it did not seem likely she would
survive the night. Now the terrorist had clammed up obvious to
any intimidation attempts by Jean. The handler reluctantly
decided that he would need to take his time to work the man as
the timely information was of the essence.

Jean while removing his jacket: "Rico, make yourself useful and
double check the premises."

Rico uncertain, while lowering her gun: "Are you certain you
don't need me here, sir?"

J annoyed: "I have the situation under control! Go!"

As Rico was exiting the room her partner had already started by
placing a taiser and a nightstick in plain view of the captive.
The government-trained assassin did a method sweep starting from
the grounds up.

The only man alive she found on the first floor was bodyguard
with a profusely bleeding face wound, who was trying to reach a
phone. Rico quickly finish him of with bullet in the back of the
head. The second story did not have anybody alive who should not
be.

The third story contained the master bedroom, a playroom and a
child room with two beds in it. At first it did not appear that
there is anybody here as well, but as she was getting ready to
check the attic her better then normal hearing pick a suspicious
noise. The noise did not repeat, but she was too well trained to
write it off as nerves. So Rico cautiously did another sweep on
the floor. When she re- entered the child-room the cyborg noticed
that while both beds were made it was done haphazardly as if the
doing it did not have much time. Also the cover of one of th beds
was pulled closer to the ground as if to hide something beneath.
Rico immediately dropped down on her knees taking aim at the bed
and ordered whoever hiding to come out. When the only response
was a stuffed cry, Rico curiously went to take a look. Beneath
the bed a pair of twin girls were hiding. The sisters dressed
only in night robes, were cuddling one another in fear. The two
were around 11 or 12 just a bit younger then her. Rico shielded
her gun and no wanting to waste time trying to coax them in
coming out went the easy route and just lifted the bed then threw
it so it was blocking the only door. As the twins tried to blend
with the wall behind them Jean called her by the means of the
communication piece in her ear: "What is going on? What was that
noise?"

R: "Everything is under control. Somebody was hiding below a
bed."

J: "Next time try to be more quiet! Jean out."

As Rico approached the pair one of them suddenly spring up a
metal flash in her right hand. The assassin quickly pivoted to
the side easily avoiding the desperate attack; with one hand she
caught the attacker's exposed wrist, the other grasped the
shoulder and before the assailant could recover her balance the
girl was brought face down on the ground. The other twin did not
show any indication of coming to her sister's aid-she just stood
there too scared to even cry out. Rico then squeezed the wrist
until the nerveless hand let go. The thing in the attacker's hand
turns out to be a short blade, likely a letter opener. Now that
immediate treats were gone Rico stood in indecision what to do
with the twins. She wished that some of her friends were here.

Trila will defiantly know how to proceed as she been on more
missions than any other. If Caise was here she could site an
example from one of the books she had read. Henrieta could
contact her handler for advice without being reprimanded. After
giving it some thought Rico decided to follow her partner's
example and try collecting information. It was unlikely that
their father can discussed his underhanded business in front of
them, but kids tended to pick much more information then most
adults realized. The girls in Section Two have had one or two
lectures on information retrieval, which included techniques
under the category better know as torture. Still Rico had neither
the real experience, nor any specialized tools like Jean.

She would have to make do. From what she remembered from the
lectures, it was pointless to immediately start asking questions.
One has to break the captive's will first and get him to the
point he starts volunteering information on his own. First step
was to make the prisoner feel helpless by removing his mental
defenses, saying things like "there is nobody who can help you"
and "I can take as much time as I need" repeatedly until the
victim was convince it was true.

Another example she remembered was removing articles of clothing
one at time for prolonged reminder of you power over him or all
at once for shock value. The instructed had mentioned that
destroying the removed clothes added to the effect. The assassin
reaching a decision picked the fallen penknife; Rico had a combat
knife on her, but its blade was too long for the thing she had in
mind.

She placed the small blade on the neck of the twin under her then
slowly run it down cutting the night robe. At first the blade's
tip caressed the spine, then followed down the inside of one of
the legs. All the while Rico was careful not to draw any blood.
As the robe split apart a well muscled (for a girl child) body
was revealed. Rico pulled the girl up in sitting position and
after pulled the robe off threw it in a corner. Rico then leaned
to take a look at her almost naked captive. The child's' hands
reflexively crossed over her chest, but the cyborg would have
none of it and after placing the small blade between her teeth
force the crossed hands wide apart. They did not cross again when
Rico once again leaned over to examine her body. The child
apparently played a lot of tennis or some similar sport. Her legs
and arms were well toned and after giving the girl's side a pinch
Rico verified her initial hypothesis that there was no extra fat.

The frightened girl before her kept perfectly still as her only
remaining barrier between her body and the world- namely her
laced silk panties were cut away and send to join her ruined
robe. The victim did not try to cover herself again learning its
futility.

Female anatomy held little mystery to Rico, but she noted with
curiosity the small light hairs on the younger girl's pubic area.
The cyborg casually run her left hand trough the short hairs
causing their owner's whole body to shiver, while silently
contemplating that she will never develop them as her uterus had
been taken out during her transformation years ago. Rico caught
few strands between her index and forefinger to better feel the
texture pulling lightly and without realizing uprooting them out.
The naked girl immediately fell forward, hands going for the
sudden source of great pain her knees clamping together. Rico
looked at her hand confused, there were only four-five strands.
The cyborg had been in enough fight to experience first hand much
more then "just five strands" of her hair ripped out and while
there was pain at the time in her eyes there was nothing to
warrant such an extreme reaction. Leaving suffering girl be, at
least for the moment Rico focused her attention on the other
frighten sister, who had still not moved from the wall.

R trying to make her voice deep and authoritative: "Come here!"
The child tried to comply but her feet would not hold her.

R in almost normal tone: "Hurry up."

Instead of walking the kid dragged herself toward her captor.
Once she was closer Rico gave her another order: "You strip too!"

Tears running down her face and silently sobbing the young
captive complied afraid of the consequences if she did not obey.
As quickly as she could with her unsteady hands the still clothed
twin pulled her robe off and slipped out of her lased panties.
Then the girl almost neatly folded her discarded garments and
presented them as if making an offering to an angry goddess. The
"goddess" took them only to tear them apart and throw them in the
corner too. Next Rico made the girl sit as her sister had been-
legs spread apart hands to the sides of the body. This sister too
tried to stand still as Rico examined her body. The assassin
though "if not for the occasional twitch, this girl looks like a
large doll". The object of her attention could not prevent
herself from flinching when a hand reached and touched her hair.
The kid was sweating profusely despite it not being a hot night
as Rico traced her fingers on the side of rigid girl's face
enjoying the soft feeling of the skin. On impulse Rico singled a
small braid of this child's hair and cut it off, she carefully
folded her souvenir and placed it inside her jacket. The first
girl has meanwhile regained some composure and was sitting in the
same position as her twin, fear of reprisal evident on her face.
The cyborg thought [So far this is not going too bad for
something I am doing for the first time.] The assassin then
approached the discarded clothes corner and using this time her
combat blade cut several long ribbons out of the ruined robes.
The terrified twins did not attempt to resist as Rico bond their
hand behind the corresponding backs crossing at the wrists.
According to her script after making the captive realize his
hopeless position came the beginning of physical "persuasion" to
divulge his secrets. The secret was to cause much pain with
little damage. Rico has been contemplation what to do at this
stage: she could easily break some of the furniture to procure a
wooden substitute for a nightclub, or she could just as easily
use her knife. However, she was not confident that she would not
incidentally deal more damage than she indented- so far her
captive's bodies prove more fragile than she expected. Not seeing
better alternative Rico settled on using the most safe tools she
had-her hands. Now determined Rico moved so she was towering over
the twin, which still had all her head hair. The girl looked like
she was trying to disappear into the floor without actually
moving.

The lecture said to start eroding the captive's will by
extracting a series of more and more private answers, while
gradually increasing the pain, making sure each level of
inhibition has been eroded before moving to a deeper level. It
took fine mix of psychology, empathy and observation skills to
pull it off. The victim does not know how much information is
known to his captor, so the first few questions were used to get
a "feel" of the subject. Then the captor looked for any deviation
in behavior-like pause before speaking, slight intakes of breath
and especially eye movement to determine of his captive was
lying. Even if you though the captive was lying, you do not
necessary want to reveal your suspicion immediately. She told
that it is better to wait and repeat the question latter looking
for inconsistencies. Professionals could keep this game for hour
assigning each answer a level of truthfulness and keeping track
of the whole tangled mess. Rico however was not a professional
information extractor, but then again it was unlikely her
captives had received any special training in resisting either.
The small assassin decided to take to abbreviated approach.

R addressing the girl at her feet: "What is your name?" She
neither received not expected a response at this point. Even
frightened the child stubbornly refused to answer out of bravado.

Without a word of explanation Rico reached down taking hold of
the bound captive by the throat, then lifted the younger female
off the ground with only one hand. Rico quickly lowered her
target allowing the defenseless girl's toes to barely reach the
ground. The cyborg did try to apply pressure on the sensitive air
passage instead concentrating in keeping the naked girl off the
ground. The other sister started to make hiccupping sobs. Gravity
did the rest. Soon the suspended captive could not draw breath
properly as her stretched legs could not support her for too
long. Rico could hear as well as feel the girl's heart beat
getting faster and faster and soon the child was
hyperventilating.

"Please stop! You are hurting her!" the other twin implored
trough tears. Just what Rico has been hopping will happen, now to
play it right.

R dispassionate: "What is her name?"

"Melisa." Came the subdued response. "Please let her go."

R not letting go: "And your name?"

"It' s Clarisa. Pleaseletgo!shewilldie!" the child sounded
hysterical, but indeed her sister's face has started to turn
slightly bluish.

The assassin carefully lowered the shivering body down on the
floor.

R: "Melisa" the addressed girl, laying limp on the floor, did not
respond too busy trying to catch her breath.

R turning toward the other sister: "Clarisa."

The addressed girl nodded without breaking eye contact or
displaying any of the other signs indicating she might be lying.
Rico stopped herself from giggling-"She did it!" it was only the
opening step in this interrogation but also an important one.

Giving Melisa time to become coherent the cyborg approached the
other sister. Clarisa closed her eyes in terror only to open them
wide again with a scream as she felt herself be lifted in the
air. Rico was carrying the bound body high above her own head
(carefully) towards the remaining bed. Just another ploy to
remind the captive that she was at her captor's mercy. The petite
assassin sat down close to the edge and only then lowered her
twisting cargo down and placed it face down across her lap. Rico
then adjusted Clarisa so the bound girl's petite derriere was in
easy access. The cyborg did not remember ever receiving a
spanking herself, but them she could not remember most of her
life before the Agency took her in. In any event she seems to
know what to do. Rico experimentally hit the white posterior few
times with different amount of strength then paused to judge from
the handprint left after each how much of her inhumane power she
should use.

Choosing a level she deemed appropriate the cyborg applied
herself to her task of choice turning the young girls bottom red.
Rico did not hit very fast every three or four seconds, but each
slap left a noticeable imprint on the canvas. Each hit burned a
little longer and sharper as the child's vulnerable behind was
covered in deep pink. At first the spanks were aimed at the
outside curves, after a nearly four minutes the captor switched
her target to the back of the tights. Clarisa had started crying
loudly and kicking before the third dozen slap landed.

Melisa had recovered enough by this time to observe in morbid
fascination her twin's ordeal. It took a bit more then a minute
more before the child sitting on the floor gathered the courage
to force her voice out of her uncomfortably sour throat.

M pleading in foreworn tone: "Please! I beg you let Clary go!"

R without looking away from her current target: "You want to take
her place?"

M: "NO! …Yes!… I just do not want her to be hurt." Last part in
pleading voice.

At that Rico nodded and stopped giving the crying Clarisa a time
to catch her breath.

R looking at the sister not currently in hand reach: "So her
nickname is 'Clary'." That was not a question.

M just nods not breaking eye contact.

R not looking away: "Then yours should be 'Mely', right?"

M nod again, but this time her eyes move slightly to the left.

R to test asks: "You are sure?"

Another left eye movement accompanies the nod, this time a bit
more pronounced.

Melisa is unconsciously biting her lower lip.

R statement of fact: "If I ask you sister, I am sure she will not
agree." Raises her hand high.

M closing her eyes, lean forward, speaks very fast: "It is 'Mel'.
My parents call me 'Mely', but my sister calls me 'Mel'." Whole
body is clenched.

Rico nodded satisfied at this. Names are important, especially
private names uttered only in the presence of close family. She
was defiantly making progress.

The assassin waited until 'Mel' opened her eyes and raised her
glance to meet Rico's eyes without any without prompting.

The older girl then turned the still bawling child unresisting
body sideways so the younger girl's tired legs straddled the
sides of Rico's right leg. The cyborg then lifted her knee up
elevating the throbbing red posterior high and forcing the legs
farther apart. Thus 'Clary' was forced to open her butt's crevice
revealing her anus to the world. Just for test, Rico gave the
point the left cheek meet the thigh a hefty pinch. The kid gave
out a shrill cry, but could not close the access to her newly
revealed weak point. The only think 'Clary' could do is sob and
she did.

Meanwhile Rico try to make the best of the revealed sight before
her. Ever though she spend days around other girls she had not
seen another girl's anus before. The cyborgs had never mutually
examined their bodies, never even taking showers together if it
can be helped respecting each other's right to privacy. On the
other hand her current task was to violate as many social rules
and private boundaries as she can.

Rico used both hands to slowly spread even farther apart the
cheeks causing big amounts of pain and embarrassment to the
target. Overall Rico concluded the little rosy opening looked
cute-small and pinkish. M hollow defeated voice: "Please I will d
what ever you want just do not hurt 'Clary' anymore. I beg you!"
Rico smiled at that –finally she was going to get all the answers
she wanted. She put the sobbing Clarisa down next to her on the
bed and went to get a pen and paper.

Fourteen minutes latter Jean entered the room. He was not in a
good mood and having to batter down the room's door did not
improve his mood. Rico immediately put down the paper she was
studding and snapped to attention. She did not flinch as Jean hit
her face flooring her.

J very angry: "What where you doing? You should have reported to
me as soon as you were done. Cannot you do something right for
once?"

R stands up from the floor, shaking her head to clear it, nose
bleeding: "I was still doing what you told me."

J in her face: "A sweep of the perimeter does not take that
long!"

R even voice: "But interrogation does."

Jean's anger clouded eyes clear a bit and he see for the first
time a pair of small naked bodies cuddling in the corner. Clarisa
and Melisa are meanwhile experiencing a new level of terror as
apparently somebody even scarier had appeared.

J still very angry but more in control: " This brats could not
possibly know anything too useful."

J turning around: "We are leaving! Lets go!"

R running to catch up: "What happened to the mission?"

J with anger, but not directed at her: "The guy went into cardiac
arrest, without before I managed to get some information. I
managed to save him though."

J seething: "The guys upstairs did not put in his profile he had
a bypass. He is still alive, but would not be able to answer
questions for a while. The mission is a failure."

R after gathering the courage to speak up: "I may have learned
something useful."

Jean turns around and she collides with him. He is not looking
very hopeful. J: "Anything can be useful at this point."

R deep breath: "There is another safe hidden in the playroom."

J after both run up and reveal the hidden safe: "This looks
promising. There may me just enough time to save the mission."
Takes some tools out. "it will take a while to open this up."

R: "The combination is 'T4-W17-C12-Z7'"

J looking at her: "They could have lied to you."

R evenly: "They could have but it is unlikely."

Jean opens the safe using the above combination. It is filled
with papers J reading trough different documents: "The bastard
have copies of all his documents and they appear to be all here."

J stands up and calls a secure line: "Chef, it took longer than
planned but we have secured the documents. …Rodger we will leave
the rest to Section One"

Jean then turns to leave, then turns around suddenly. This time
Rico manages to avoid collision, this time. Her handler pats hr
on the head saying: "You did good." Then turns and leaves the
room. Outside the door he turns and asks "You did not learn
anything else of value, did you?"

R: "Nothing related to the mission."

Jean leaves to direct with the incoming special agents.

Rico still in the room rubs her had where his had touched her
smile of deep happiness shinning on her face.

R slight blush: "Just a few girl's secrets."


N.B.

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