Russian Dominance

Juno

Mark knew his last breath was close - and it was his own fault. He had confronted Olga about not following the company policies, now he felt he would pay for it with his life.

Had he just kept silent and just submitted the audit, then nothing would have happened to him. But Mark had wanted to confront Olga about her missteps in regard to company policy, to give her a chance to explain. Since both Mark and Olga worked late most nights, Mark thought the best time to talk with Olga would be a couple of days before the audit was due. But when Mark confronted Olga, the tall redhead had reacted angrily, acting crazy, striking Mark sharply across the face with the open palm of her hand, forcing Mark to fall back a couple of steps. As Mark looked up after being staggered backward from Olga’s blow, he saw that Olga had stepped forward and was standing only inches from him, angrily staring down at him. Perhaps out of reflex or anger, Mark tried to return the favor and started his arm toward Olga to return the blow. But Mark’s blow never reached its target, Olga grabbed Mark’s wrist when it was about a foot from her face, she squeezed his wrist hard and before Mark could fall to his knees, Olga flung him sideways into the side of a desk that was a couple of feet away.

“You stupid little man, how dare you try to hit me,” growled Olga. Being knocked first backwards, and then flung sideways, Mark was quickly becoming disoriented as Olga continued to advance on him.

Olga roughly grabbed Mark by the shoulders, and started to smash her knee up hard between Mark's legs. Mark could not remember being hit in the nuts so hard, not even from the hits he took while playing soccer in the United Kingdom. Mark had tried to get out of Olga’s grasp, but was unable to break her hold she had on his shoulders, as she continued smash her knee into his nuts. As Mark tried to free himself from Olga’s grip, he noticed that he could barely get his hands halfway around her biceps, plus they felt like rocks. Olga stopped kneeing Mark after he had just collapsed into her body and arms, she then grabbed Mark by his biceps to straighten him up before slamming him into the wall. As Olga steadied and straighten up Mark, Mark felt even more helpless as Olga’s hands almost totally encircled his biceps as she threw him against the wall. Olga then held Mark upright on the wall with her fists as she started to slam several strong punches into Mark's stomach and ribs, driving the helpless Mark from the wall to back into a corner of the office. The only thing holding Mark up was Olga’s punches to his stomach and ribs. When Olga sensed that Mark was almost out on his feet, she stopped punching.

“Stop, please, please, why are you doing this, stop you killing me,” sobbed Mark.

“Little bitch, I am far from being done with you,” snarled Olga as she grabbed Mark by his shirtfront and flung him back toward the center of the office. Mark slammed into a cubicle wall; lucky for Mark the cubicle wall was five-foot tall and held up when he slammed into it. Mark was able to support himself upright by draping his arms over the cubicle wall.

Mark had been totally unprepared for Olga’s angry response to Mark’s questions about ignoring company policy and her physical attack on him. He knew there had been tension in the office ever since Olga arrived in London from the Moscow office about 3 months ago. Olga had made it clear that she was not happy leaving the Moscow office to come to the London office. Both offices had approximately the same number of employees, ten, however the ratio of men to women were exactly the opposite. In London there were 8 men and 2 women, while in Moscow there were 8 women and 2 men. Olga constantly talked how the Moscow office was superior to the London office that no one, except maybe for the London manager, could even survive at the Moscow office. And the London manager would never be a manager in Moscow, but maybe could be a clerical type worker. Olga was only cordial with the London manager and treated the rest of the office staff as if they did not exist. When on the rare occasion she did speak to the others, it was to criticize, ridicule or tease. She intimidated all at the London office, except for the manager and Mark. Mark and Olga were equal in status at the office and eventually one of them would succeed their current manager. Although Olga was usually dismissive of Mark, normally their job functions did not cross paths. Except for the audit that Mark was required to perform on the London office and occasional office meetings, Mark had no dealings with Olga. Therefore Olga did not have the chance to intimidate Mark. But at the occasional meetings they did attend, Olga would either completely ignored Mark if their manager wan not present or tried to make him look bad if their manager was present at the meeting. Also at the meetings when their manager was to be present, Olga would wear either her heels or boots. This was in Mark’s mind her attempt to impress their manager, who was 6’3” tall, that she could stand eye to eye with him, since Olga was 6’ or a little taller without heels. She also made it a point to stand as close as she could or next to Mark, since Mark stood only 5’9” tall to Olga’s 6’3” or 6’4” with heels. Olga further like to demonstrate and accent their height disparity, often putting her arm around Mark’s shoulders when the manager or other important company officials were present, then quickly separating once they were gone.

This however was not the case tonight, Mark could not believe the power of her punches or her ability to manhandle him with ease around the office. Olga normally wore pants suits and jackets at the office, so Mark never had a good idea of what kind of body she had. He now realized that not only was Olga taller, but having been in her grasp and feeling her punches, he realized that she was also broader in the shoulders, had larger hands, her biceps were bigger and she apparently was much stronger than Mark.

Dazed by her vicious punches, and overwhelmed by Olga's size and strength, Mark just hung there, gripping the top of the cubicle wall, trying to stay on his feet. Mark was not aware of Olga advancing on him to finish him off. Mark jumped and coughed as two powerful hands secured themselves about Mark's neck in a strong grip and squeezed savagely. Thumbs pressed deep into Mark's windpipe as the taller woman sought to strangle the very life from him, to keep him quiet about her disregard for company policy. Mark's coughs became full-fledged gasps as Olga increased the pressure with each passing moment.

"No one can save you from this big, strong Russian bitch now, you little weak slut of a man!" crowed Olga, a wicked smile spreading over her face, as she towered over Mark while powering down on his throat.

Suffering in Olga’s powerful grip, Mark knew she was right, with everyone else having long since gone home for the night, Mark knew his chances of surviving Olga were dim. Mark could feel the life draining from his smaller body as Olga's strong hands tightened about his throat, choking the life from him in their after-hours office fight.

He strained at her attacker's wrists, trying to pry those steely fingers loose, but did so in vain. Thumbs pressed deeper into his windpipe as the taller, more powerful woman continued to finish him off. Mark felt his feet leaving the floor, Olga was actually lifting him off the floor by his neck the pressure was more intense as he was literally hanging from Olga’s strong hands. Mark’s efforts of pulling and slapping at her arms and hands were weakening, his escape attempts becoming more ineffectual and his consciousness fading. Although Mark having trouble focusing his eyes, he was able to see that now he was almost eye level with Olga, due to her great strength she was demonstrating by lifting Mark further off the floor. Mark had a desperate idea and with the last bit of strength left in his body, he head butted Olga with his forehead into the bridge of her nose.

"Aggghh!!" Olga cried out as Mark’s forehead smashed into her nose, the sudden shock of the blow forcing her to break off her grip to cover up her face. Mark crashed to the floor, gasping as the pressure about his neck was suddenly released, his own fingers now clutching his throat and kneading away the agony Olga's thumbs had caused. He glared up hatefully at the larger redhead, who was rubbing her tearing eyes and wandering backwards from Mark. With a primal scream Mark rushed at his enemy, to deliver another bloody blow. But at the last moment, Olga's fist lashed out and slammed hard into Mark's chin, driving Mark backwards towards a desk.

Olga screamed as she rushed at Mark, grasping hands outstretched to strangle Mark once more, but Mark was able to slip off the desk before she arrived. Olga’s eyes were still tearing, making it hard for her to see clearly. Olga careened off the side of the desk, crashing sideways into a filing cabinet where moments before she had been squeezing Mark's throat in her bare hands. With her eyes beginning to clear, she was still clutching the sides of the filing cabinet when Mark crashed into her like a raging bull. Since Olga was leaning against the filing cabinet and was bigger than Mark, he bounced off Olga and in an attempt to stop his fall to the floor, Mark began grabbing and tearing at the redhead's pants suit, his fingers catching on pockets started tearing the material. Then Mark was caught up in the moment and started to tear and pull away as much of Olga’s clothing as he could. In his frenzy, Mark had been able to rip off most of Olga’s outer clothing. Olga had regained some of her senses and was returning the favor by ripping at Mark’s clothes.

Olga by ripping away at Mark's own clothes had slowed his aggression; Mark had stopped fighting with Olga and was trying to hold on to his clothes. But before he knew it, most of his clothes had been ripped off, with his penis bouncing free from his boxer shorts. With Olga only in her bra, panties and stockings and Mark in his tee shirt, boxer shorts and socks, Olga gave Mark a hard push and he fell back about five feet.

“Now little man, you will feel the powerful wrath of this Russian woman as she takes you to the edge of death,” roared Olga as she started to advance on Mark. Mark looked up at the face of this beautiful, but powerful woman advancing toward him; he was both excited and scared. Mark had never seen a more beautiful woman, nor had he ever seen a more muscled woman, nor had he ever feared anyone more than he now feared Olga.

Mark and Olga squeezed, gripped, clawed, pinched, pulled, mauled and slapped at each other for a few minutes, with Mark slowing losing ground to the larger Olga. Mark’s fingers sank deep into and slapped at Olga’s magnificent breasts, while Mark tried to dance away from her hands trying to destroy his body and privates. Mark began to feel extremely tired, he never had a problem with confrontations or fights during soccer games, but fighting a woman, especially one as large as Olga, was both mentally and physically draining. While it seemed to him that Olga was getting stronger and was greatly enjoying their confrontation. This unexpected attack from Olga, her powerful punches and strong hands around his throat was becoming too much for Mark to comprehend.

Distracted by his tiredness and bruised throat from Olga’s hands, Mark didn't notice that Olga had released her latest near-hold on his privates and was preparing to launch another attack. Thus he was caught totally off guard as Olga suddenly pushed Mark hard on his chest, while at the same time striking out with a right hook as they separated. Prior to Olga’s shove, Mark never could get off a punch, he could only grab, slap and maul at Olga, because she kept Mark in close by grabbing/holding at his penis and other body parts, while keeping Mark’s arms inside of her arms. They looked like two fighters in a clinch, with the bigger fighter, Olga, physically controlling the actions of the smaller fighter, Mark, by her superior size and strength.

Olga’s fist crashed hard on Mark's cheekbone, stunning the smaller man as he reached out and tried to stay on his feet by holding onto Olga’s breasts and shoulders with both hands, but that only served to hold Mark in place as Olga punished her foe with alternating, piston-like fists crashing off both sides of Mark's ribs before a final uppercut to his jaw sent Mark sailing backwards to land on top of a desk behind Mark. Going along for the ride was Olga's red silk bra, Mark having secured a hold of the garment with one hand before ripping it clean away when he was propelled backwards by Olga's last blow.

Olga looked down with disdain to see that all that was left of her wardrobe was a pair of silky red panties and stockings. Looking up with a mask of pure hate, Olga rushed over to where Mark lay sprawled on the desk and proceeded to shred Mark’s remaining clothes with both hands, pulling away like mad until Mark was completely naked except for his socks. Mark tried to rise and defend himself, but Olga slapped Mark about the face with a dozen or so slaps with both her open hand and the back of her hand, the force of these slaps by Olga laid Mark back on the top of the desk. Olga then pinned Mark down as she straddled him on the desktop. Still dazed by Olga's punches and slaps, Mark tried to shake himself back to his senses so he could fight Olga and try to buck her off of him. But Olga only laughed mockingly and covered the smaller man’s nose and mouth with one of her large hands as she began to suffocate Mark.

Mark's blue eyes went wide as he realized she would not let him breathe, and again he began pulling, slapping and hitting at Olga's strong wrist, trying to break the redheaded Amazon’s all-powerful grip. Olga only laughed cruelly again and pressed even harder with her hand, as Mark continued to struggle and squirm beneath her. Olga looked down at Mark frantically trying to remove her hand from his nose and mouth. Olga begin to smile at Mark, as she would lift her hand from his face, so he could gasp just the smallest amount of air before she slammed her hand back over his nose and mouth. She was playing with Mark like a cat would play with a mouse.

"Now my little bitch slut, you will really suffer!" she quipped in Russian-accented English. Reaching out with her free hand as she kept the other one pressed firmly over Mark's mouth, Olga gripped Mark’s now bruised and sore throat with her previously free hand. With a flick of her wrist, the beautiful redhead now had Mark trapped beneath her, with one hand smothering his nose and mouth and the other hand slowly tightening her powerful grip on his throat.

Mark tried to breath, but he couldn't breathe at all, and now he could feel Olga's large, strong hand clenching about his neck once more, Olga now able to smother and strangle Mark at the same time.

"And now it ends!" crowed the near-naked Olga as she once more pressed her thumb deep into Mark’s throat, harder than before, and began strangling him lifeless once again.

Mark could again feel the life draining from him as Olga strangled and smothered him senseless, one hand tightening about Mark’s throat, while the other hand effectively sealing off his nose and mouth. Mark tried to buck beneath the larger woman, trying to throw her off, but he could not budge her.

"You thought you would get me fired?" sneered Olga at Mark, whose blows against Olga’s strong wrists were rapidly weakening, then stopping completely as the small gasps of air that Olga was allowing Mark were not enough to sustain his energy. Mark had totally surrendered to Olga’s brutal chokehold and her strong hand smothering his nose and mouth.

Starbursts flashed before Mark’s eyes, he no longer could hold on to Olga’s arms as his arms fell to his side. Mark was finished; he ceased to struggle against the larger, stronger woman. Olga was mere moments away from strangling Mark lifeless.

"You are now my weak little bitch-man slut!" yelled Olga, as she spit in Mark’s face. She then released her death grip from Mark’s neck and face; she then climbed off from Mark’s beaten body. Olga leaned over Mark grasping him under his armpits placing him in a sitting position on the desk, leaning against the wall. She watched Mark sallow breathing, not quite awake, but not out either. With her open hand, Olga slapped Mark across the face a couple of times. “Wake-up, my little bitch-man slut, I own you now, I saved your miserable little life by not strangling you to death with my strong Russian woman hand”, yelled Olga.

Mark struggled to open his eyes, as he did, he saw Olga smiling down at him, now standing naked with her hands on her hips. My God, thought Mark, no wonder she easily could beat my ass, she was huge. Without her clothes, Olga’s powerful muscular body clearly outclassed Mark’s smaller body. Mark looked up into Olga’s eyes and cried, “no more, please don’t hit me again, please, please…..the job is yours, I’ll quit, please, please, whatever you want, just stop hurting me, please Olga”

“Hush, hush, my little one,” cooed Olga, as she placed a finger on Mark’s lips. “I think you have learned your lesson, no?” said Olga, as she made a fist and drew back her arm as if to hit Mark.

Mark flinched and tried to duck, but Olga was laughing as the hand that had placed her finger on Mark’s lips was now gripping Mark’s jaw, not allowing him to duck or to even move from the wall where she had placed him.

“Poor little baby man, the big strong Russian woman is not going to hurt you, or at least not right now,” laughed Olga, “I just wanted to see if you learned your lesson about who is in charge here.”

Still holding Mark in place by her grip on Mark’s jaw, Olga asked Mark as she shook his jaw back and forth, “Who is in charge of you, this office, the audit?”

“You are,” said Mark.

“Who is stronger, who is the bitch, who belongs to me?” spat Olga at Mark as she stopped shaking his head and tighten her grip on his jaw.

“You are stronger, I am the bitch and I belong to you,” cried Mark, “please let go, you are breaking my jaw! please Olga, please, please stop …” cried Mark as he was unable to dislodge Olga’s grip of her one hand on his jaw with his two hands.

Tears were streaming down Mark’s face as he stopped resisting Olga, gave up and just rested his hands on her forearms.

“Good answers, little one,” said Olga, as she released Mark from her punishing grip. Olga then gripped Mark under his armpits, lifting him off the desk, turning his body around and placing Mark laying face-up over her right shoulder. She balanced Mark on her shoulder by placing her right arm across his chest as she began to walk out of the office to the hallway.

“Now be still my weak little bitch-man slut, no more whimpering and maybe I won’t bounce your weak little body to much as we go to your new home,” laughed Olga as she proudly strode out of the office building toward the parking garage. Being past 11 pm, no one noticed a tall naked woman carrying a smaller naked man on her shoulder toward a lone SUV in the parking garage.

“So now my weak little bitch-man slut, you will see what it is like to serve the superior gender of the species, the female, me, your taller, stronger, smarter and dominant new partner in life,” said Olga as she carried Mark toward the car, “or should I say my new “sub-male wife” serving his new “Russian femdom boss,” roared Olga with laughter as she started to walker faster toward the SUV, bouncing Mark up and down on her shoulder as he cried for her to please stop.