Russian Roulette

by Damon

Marina could feel the life draining from her - and it was her own fault. She had confronted her co-worker Svetlana about stealing from the company, and now Marina felt she would

pay for it with her very life.

Had she just kept silent, nothing would have happened to her. But Marina had had to confront Svetlana about the missing funds of the past month, and the tall brunette had reacted angrily, almost insanely, striking Marina sharply across the face with the back of her hand. Marina returned the blow, her hand cracking across Svetlana’s cheek, but the

statuesque blonde had been totally unprepared for the assault that quickly followed.

Svetlana had then grabbed Marina by the shoulders, and brought her knee crashing up hard between Marina's legs, wounding the blonde like she had never been hurt in all her

years growing up in her native Russia. Svetlana then followed up that attack by slamming several strong punches deep into Marina's gut and ample breasts, driving the blonde back

into a corner of the small office where the two women had confronted one another, before cutting loose with a powerful right hook that clacked off Marina's jaw and sent her

slamming back hard into a steel filing cabinet.

Dazed by the vicious blow, and overwhelmed by Svetlana's fury, Marina just hung there, gripping the top of the cabinet, trying to stay on her feet even as her opponent rushed in to

finish her for good. A strangled gasp issued forth from the blonde's throat as two powerful hands secured themselves about Marina's neck in a death grip and squeezed savagely.

Thumbs pressed deep into Marina's windpipe as her lovely opponent sough to strangle the very life from her, to keep her quite about her embezzlement. Marina's gasps became

full-fledged coughs as Svetlana increased the pressure with each passing moment.

"No one will save you now, you bitch!" crowed Svetlana, a wicked smile coloring her gorgeous features. "Die!"

Suffering in her opponent's grip, with everyone else having long since gone home for the night, Marina mused in agony that the brunette may just get her wish ...

****

Marina could feel the life draining from her sleek form as Svetlana's strong hands tightened about her exposed throat, choking the very life from her in their after-hours office fight...

Bitch! screamed Marina's mind at the sexy Russian blonde. She strained at her attacker's wrists, trying to pry those steely fingers loose, but did so in vain. Thumbs pressed deeper

into her windpipe as her dark-haired foe made ready to finish her off. Groping behind her blindly,

her escape attempt ineffectual and her consciousness fading, Marina found

something atop the file cabinet she was pressed up against - something metallic, hard and cold ...

Svetlana's eyes blazed with murderous glee and her grip intensified upon Marina's agonized throat. That blaze died away seconds later as Marina lunged forward awkwardly and

brought the stapler down hard against Svetlana's forehead, the small sharp object carving an ugly dark red gash against the brunette's creamy white skin.

"Aggghh!!" Svetlana cried out as the stapler smashed into her skull, the sudden shock of the blow forcing her to break off her grip to cover up her wound. Marina gasped as the

pressure about her neck suddenly released, her own fingers now clutching her throat and kneading away the agony Svetlana's thumbs had caused. She glared hatefully at the

brunette, who was rubbing blood out of her left eye, and with a primal scream the blonde rushed at her enemy, stapler upraised to deliver another bloody blow. Then Svetlana's fist

lashed out and slammed hard into Marina's chin, driving the blonde backwards towards the larger area behind the office desk.

Svetlana screamed as she rushed at Marina, grasping hands outstretched to strangle the blonde once more, but she only to

ok a backhand across the face - a backhand that

included the stapler, which lent greater weigh to Marina's blow. Svetlana crashed sideways into the file cabinet where moments before she had been squeezing Marina's throat in

her bare hands, and she was still clutching the sides of the pea-green furniture when Marina crashed into her adversary like a raging bull. The blonde's hands began tearing at the

brunette's red jacket and champagne blouse, sharp nails shredding the thin material before greedy fingers grasped hard at bra straps and snapped them loose, exposing two luscious,

fleshy white mounds to the open air.

But Svetlana had been returning the favor herself, ripping away at Marina's own lacy upper-body attire until the blonde's sweet, succulent mounds also came bouncing free. Four hands then grasped four breasts and squeezed them, as hard as they could, as two distinct sets of wails filled the stale, stagnant air ...

****

Marina and Svetlana squeezed and gripped and clawed and pinched and pulled and mauled each other's milky white mounds for long, agonizing moments, neither woman able to

gain the advantage in their breast-torturing fight to the finish. Fingers sank deeper and deeper into magnificent breasts, teeth were clenched tight in an effort to ward off the

nearly-unbearable pain, silver sweat beaded upon foreheads, and whole shapely bodies shuddered under the two savage, two-handed assaults. Bare feet shuffled about the carpeted

floor, the two woman having earlier slipped free of their shoes, their long legs already unclad by pantyhose and bare to their private world.

Marina felt exhausted, having put in a full day at work before catching that lazy-ass, good-for-nothing but good-looking bitch Svetlana trying to make off with company funds. Then

there had been the confrontation, the sudden unexpected attack by Svetlana, and then the powerful hands tightening about her throat in a fatal grip ... Distracted by her recent

memories while fighting to stay awake, Marina didn't notice that Svetlana had softened her hold on the blonde's breasts ever so slightly, preparing to launch another attack, and

thus she was caught totally off guard as the brunette suddenly struck out with a right hook.

Knuckles crashed hard off of Marina's cheekbone, stunning the blonde battler as she held onto her adversary's luscious, soft breasts with both hands, but that only served to hold

Marina in place as Svetlana punished here foe with alternating, piston-like blows, fists crashing off both of Marina's cheeks before a final strike sent Marina sailing backwards to

crash over the heavy oaken desk behind the two women. Going along for the ride was Svetlana's pleated red skirt, Marina having secured a hold of the garment with one hand

before ripping it clean away when she was propelled backwards by Svetlana's last blow.

Svetlana looked down with disdain to see that all that was left of her wardrobe was a pair of silky red panties. Looking up with a mask of pure hate, Svetlana rushed over to where

Marina lay sprawled on the desk and proceeded to shred the blonde's smooth olive-green skirt with both hands, pulling away like mad until the cotton garment ripped loose and

was flung away, leaving Marina with only a pair of champagne-colored cotton briefs covering her privates. The blonde tried to rise and defend herself, but Svetlana only grabbed her hapless opponent by the shoulders and then pinned the blonde down as she straddled her on the spacious desk. Still dazed by Svetlana's punches, Marina tried to shake herself back to fighting strength, but Svetlana only laughed mockingly and covered the blonde's nose and mouth with both her bare hands as she began to suffocate Marina.

Marina's beautiful blue eyes went wide as she realized she couldn't breathe, and again she began groping at Svetlana's thin wrists, trying to break the brunette's all-encompassing

grip. Her foe only laughed cruelly again and poured on the pressure with both hands, as Marina continued to struggle and squirm below her. Then, out of the corner of her eye, the

dark-haired looker got a better idea, and stared down at her prey with a smile as big as the full moon.

"Now you will really suffer!" she quipped in Russian-accented English. Reaching out with one hand even as she kept the other one pressed firmly over Marina's pretty mouth,

Svetlana ripped away a sizable piece of wide packaging tape from the dispenser at the end of the desk. With a flick of her wrist, the beautiful brunette brought the cellophane

strand in front of her victim's face, and then pulled away her other hand to expose Marina's nose and mouth before slapping the thin piece of one-way adhesive firm over the

blonde's breathing passages.

Marina tried to gasp again, but her mouth was all gummed up, her nostrils were closed shut, she couldn't breathe at all, and now she could feel Svetlana's soft but strong hands

clenching about her neck once more, the brunette now able to smother and strangle her enemy at the same time.

"And now you die!" crowed the near-naked brunette as she once more pressed her thumbs deep into the nearly-nude blonde's exposed throat, harder than before, and began killing

her once again ...

****

Marina could again feel the life draining from her as Svetlana strangled her senseless, hands tightening about the blonde's throat even as the tape still sealed off her nose and mouth. She bucked beneath the brunette, trying to throw her off, but her opponent would not budge.

"You thought you would get me fired?" sneered Svetlana at her foe, who squeezed her hands about the brunette's wrists, trying to dislodge her brutal chokehold. "They will not even find your body after I choke the life from you! Die, Marina!"

Svetlana then squeezed even harder than before, thumbs crushing Marina's exposed windpipe. as she forced the blonde's head over the edge of the desk. Twisting violently from side to side, her throat and lungs burning, Marina loosened one hand to painfully peel the tape off of her mouth and nose, allowing her some small measure of breath even as Svetlana choked her with all her might. Starbursts flashed before the blonde's eyes as the two topless beauties struggled atop the desk, Svetlana mere moments away from strangling Marina lifeless.

Marina gasped and gagged, her tongue lolling out as the breath was violently squeezed from her shapely body, and her left hand flailed uselessly to the side as she felt herself going under - before her hand felt something hard, cold and heavy. It was the tape dispenser Svetlana had used before, using a piece of cellophane to smother the blonde and further hinder her breathing efforts. The dispenser was clumsy, a little larger than a regular dispenser, with a wider roll of tape, but to Marina it was a godsend.

Reaching over with her right hand now, pretending as if she was giving up, she suffered a few seconds more as her enemy bore down on her with both hands in a throat-crushing grip. Bringing both her hands together on the tape dispenser, Marina summoned all her flagging strength and swung upwards with a hoarse yell, belting Svetlana on the side of the head as hard as she could. Svetlana cried out at the blow, and at the subsequent one that also smashed into her temple, as Marina wrenched free of her opponent's grasp and rolled on top of the brunette. Clutching the dispenser in both hands as she coughed hoarsely and even shook slightly, the blonde brought the heavy object down straight upon her foe's skull, opening up the earlier gash in Svetlana's forehead, blood flowing freely as Svetlana crumpled back onto the desk, unconscious.

Marina thought of raining down one more blow, one that would shatter Svetlana's skull, but the blonde knew she was no murderer. Besides, if Svetlana had suffered any sort of concussion, the damage may have already been done - and Marina decided she didn't want to be around if the authorities came calling. She clambered off the desk, body wracked with exhaustion and agony, breath still coming in labored gasps. She stayed for the next few minutes, firm ass cheeks resting on the edge of the desk, until she heard moaning behind her and looked back to see Svetlana stirring, hands rubbing her aching head.

Damn! thought Marina. The slut is waking up. Still topless, the blonde walked over to where the brunette still lay on the desk, fastened her hands about Svetlana's neck, and squeezed with all her remaining strength. Svetlana went wide-eyed and gasped as she clutched at Marina's hands, but the blonde held on, soft hands encircling the brunette's alabaster throat like a vise, until Svetlana gagged violently and succumbed moments later. Marina held her grip, to make sure she really had rendered her adversary unconscious, and she smiled as she saw that it really was over at last.

Marina dressed slowly, still in a good deal of pain, and when done she picked up the stapler and tape dispenser and dropped them into her hand bag - after binding Svetlana's wrists and ankles with tape and covering her mouth with another piece. Then she left a note in impeccable Russian that said, "I am a liar and a cheat, a whore and a thief. I stole from my company, and I deserve to go to jail." She then placed a stack of bills by the brunette's unconscious, luscious body, as well as a metal cash box with the latch undone.

Finished, Marina looked back and admired the view of the unconscious, topless, Svetlana, bound hand and foot with blood and bruises decorating her pretty face. Her matted hair framed her beaten face, her full, firm breasts and thick nipples pointed skyward, her long legs were tucked up behind her and lashed to her long arms.

"Dosvedanya - slut!" spat the blonde at her beaten foe. She then closed the office door behind her and headed home - stopping briefly along the way to call the proper authorities.

END