Alex Fights for her Life (corporate espionage, fighting and fucking and snuff, WMAF raceplay)

A gorgeous, successful, and athletic Chinese-American engineer learns a hard-fought, hard-fucked, hard-earned, but short-lived lesson about getting in the way of other people's unsavory business interests.

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Alex Fights for her Life

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Alexandra was sitting at the bar in her friend James Ellery’s home, idly stirring her drink with a glass cocktail stick, when she came to the realization that James was about to try to kill her.

She sat upright on her bar stool and blinked, then looked around, feeling a strange prickling sensation on her skin.

James’s house was lavish, palatial really – a well-stocked bar, hot tub, a movie room like a miniature theater. She had stayed there before, on her visits to the West Coast, and he had always been a warm and engaging host, in addition to a talented and unselfish lover.

A few words over the past week, things he’d mentioned that hadn’t seemed strange, snapped together like puzzle pieces. How had she not seen it before? Little hints that he knew things about CommDyne Aviation that no one without her level of clearance should know.

Alexandra’s mind whirred like a computing machine. People he’d mentioned, places. The fact that the Walther he usually had displayed in a little glass-face cabinet hadn’t been there earlier in the day. A photograph she’d seen from one of his numerous international trips of him in the company of a certain brutal arms merchant with ties to CommDyne’s foreign subsidiaries.

And Alexandra worked for CommDyne. She was a 99th percentile engineer, the absolute top of her field, almost priceless. And she had been instrumental in putting a stop to a large swathe of CommDyne’s lower-tech weapons sales to unsavory foreign parties as a condition of her continued employment – the projects that demanded someone of Alexandra’s caliber were vastly more profitable in government contracts and ultra-high-tech civilian products than any number of drone weapon systems sold to third-rate dictators.

It was an easy choice for the company. Good PR, the chance to do some moral grandstanding, and a long-term contract with their best engineer with the most ironclad noncompetition language money could buy, keeping her working for them, and just as importantly, not working for their competitors.

But what was good for the company, and for the world, and for Alexandra, was not good for all parties concerned. And especially it was not good for the people who had been making money hand over fist as the middlemen in CommDyne’s arms sales.

And James Ellery was apparently highly hooked into CommDyne, and especially CommDyne’s arms sales. And he was a frequent traveler to locations he was quite private about. And he moved like a man at ease in his body in a way that only high-quality training and practical experience brought. The hint of danger that surrounded him was one of the things that turned her on about him.

Alexandra recognized his prowess because she moved like that, too. Much of the wealth she acquired, and much of her leisure time, were spent developing her body and her skills and testing them in every kind of hard-core physical competition. She was the only engineer, male or female, in her category of talent that she knew of who had fought in a mixed martial arts match, much less won one – as she had, several times.

“Hello, Alex. Thank you for waiting, it was an important call.”

She kept herself from startling with great effort, and turned a warm smile to her host.

“You know you’re the only one I let call me that, James,” she said.

Maybe she was wrong. Maybe it was all jumping at shadows, tension heightened because of the proximity of her current project to success. Maybe it was the three cocktails she’d already drunk that evening, as they’d laughed and flirted and danced around the fact that they were almost certainly going to bed together later that night.

“I have something I need to confess,” he said, reaching into his jacket, and with a sudden certainty in her suspicions, she threw her cocktail in his face. He recoiled with an angry shout, and she stabbed him through the right bicep with a long and extremely sharp knife she kept in her clutch.

Her mind was working along two tracks. One took stock of her situation – Clothes, a sexy silky red minidress, no encumbrance in a fight, no problem. She’d already stepped out of her heels so no need to worry about those. Weapons – her knife, which pulled out of her hand as James reeled back. Damn. What else…

The other track was working in concert with her muscle memory to do as much damage to James Ellery in as short a time as she could. She stomped her heel down on his foot, planted a small but hard fist on the end of his nose, reached for the knife in the hopes of ruining his bicep completely.

“Alex, what the fuck?!” he snarled, kicking up at her to create some distance. “You stabbed me.”

In response, she jumped at him. He kicked a chair forward and it tangled her legs, sending her crashing to the ground, but she jumped to her feet instantly and threw the chair back at him.

She was baring her teeth like an animal, trying to keep him off-balance as she darted at him.

“Are you insane? I’m…”

Alexandra jerked his jacket wide and shoved her hand in, searching for the gun she knew was there. Her fingers closed around the butt, and then James landed a punch to her face that shot her head back and sent her reeling. The gun came out as she lurched back, but she didn’t have a solid grip on it, and it flew away over the bar.

James jumped over her and tried to scramble over the bar, but she grabbed his leg and hauled him back. He lashed out with a fist as he turned towards her, and she skipped backwards, giving him space to pull the knife out of his arm with a hiss of pain.

“That hurt, Alex,” he said.

“Yeah, you were going to kill me, you deserve it.”

“Where did you get that idea?”

“You tried to pull a gun on me, James.”

Alexandra picked up a chair as he crept closer, holding her knife.

“You Chinese have got nasty, suspicious little minds, you know that, Alex?”

“You’re trying to throw me off my game. It’s not going to work.”

Slowly, they moved between the tables in the little dining patio next to the bar, circling each other. Then, at a point in their little dance where James was closer to the bar, his eyes flicked in that direction and he turned and bolted for his gun.

With barely a conscious thought, Alexandra flung the chair after him and it sent him sprawling on the ground, her knife flying out of his hand. She bounded for him, jumping to a chair, then a table, then leaping down to plant her foot in his back as he tried to rise.

She didn’t hear the satisfying crack of his spine breaking, as she’d half-expected to, but the grunt of pain and the way he dropped back down to the ground were enough. Then he was pushing up, she lost her footing, and she jumped back from him as he rose to his feet.

He didn’t waste time looking for the knife, he just came for her, a flurry of punches that she struggled to evade or block. As he closed with her, she tried to break away, knowing his superior size and strength would make grappling a likely death sentence.

Aiming a quick, vicious kick at his leg, she sprang backwards, falling back before him. Coolly, in the back of her mind, she thought of weapons and directed her retreat towards the billiards room. A cue would be something, at least, to counteract his reach advantage.

“You can’t keep running forever, Alex. I’m going to get you.”

“In your dreams.”

“I mean, I’ve had you already. Over and over, on my bed, on the table, on the floor. You’ve got such a sweet little body.”

His eyes were hot on hers. She felt her cheeks flush.

“I’m going to fuck you, Alex,” he said almost softly. “Get ready. Get that tight Asian pussy nice and wet for me, okay?”

“Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?” she snapped, knowing she shouldn’t engage with his taunts. “Were you thinking that shit when we were sleeping together? My ‘tight Asian pussy?’”

“Do you remember that picture I took of you with my balls in your mouth and my cock on your face last time you visited? And then later, when you were on your back trying to breathe around the dick in your throat. And those hot little selfies you used to send me from the executive restroom.”

Alexandra’s mouth opened in indignation.

“Every male in the weapon sales division has seen those pictures. And the rest of them. They all know you’re just a fucking chink whore, do you know that?”

She felt a creeping sensation in her belly. The weird looks she occasionally got from the weapons guys, half-sneers and strange laughter when she left, made a lot of sense now.

They had all seen her getting fucked in every possible variation. James had liked taking pictures. She knew he had video of the few times they’d tried anal, and the thought of those bloodthirsty bastards jerking off watching her asshole get stretched open by his dick made her skin crawl and weird heat rise in her.

“You really are a piece of shit,” she said with lip-curling contempt.

“And you’re an uppity Chinese cunt. There’s not a single executive at CommDyne that really trusts you. Those slanty eyes, you know? It’s not like you can hide it.”

“Why would I want to hide it?” she said. “I like who I am. I’m good at my job, fantastic at it. And I’m an American, fuckface.”

“You know there are surgeries to fix your eyes, Alex? Make them look more normal. Maybe that would have helped.”

The suggestion enraged her, but as he spoke he was charging her, and she had no choice but to meet the attack. She caught him in the eye with a fist driven by anger-fueled muscles, but he ignored it, his shoulder slamming into her body as he tackled her to the floor.

They rolled over and over, banging into tables and chairs, James attempting to get a solid grip on his catlike opponent, Alexandra to inflict crippling damage on him. She tried to dig her thumbs into his eyes, or to rake her nails across them and blind him. She went for his balls with her knee. She went for his throat with her teeth bit deep, tasting his blood before he could tear her off.

A moment later she was on top of him, raining blows down as fast as she could, feeling a mounting sense of victory.

She caught a gleam in her peripheral vision, raised her hand to punch him again, and felt a hard impact on her right side. That was fine, she’d been hit before, she…

Alexandra coughed, and blood spattered from her lips. She felt cold, shaken, her power draining from her.

Looking down, she saw the hilt of her knife sticking out of her side. He had thrust the blade up between her ribs and into her lungs.

She sat there, straddling him, breathing laboriously. A tear trickled down one cheek, staining her face with ruined makeup. Then another.

“Why?”

“You cost an associate of mine a lot of money, Alex. And that cost me a lot of money. It’s just life. You hurt people, you get hurt.”

“I thought…”

“You thought you were saving people. But let me tell you something, Alex, every single person you thought you saved got blown the fuck up regardless. Just with a drone bought from Iran, or China, or who gives a fuck where.”

Her body shook with a sob, and he pulled her down into his embrace, patting her on the back.

“There, there. I know what will make you feel better.”

He picked her up effortlessly and carried her like a bride towards the hot tub, kicking his shoes off as he went, unbuttoning his shirt.

“James, please,” she said, her voice wet with blood. “It’s… it’s not too late. Call an ambulance, please, I’ll…”

He set her in a chair and she gave a cry of pain as the knife moved slightly within her. Quickly stripping nude, he put his hands to her neckline, found a vulnerable portion, and tore it open. She cried out again as he ripped the little dress from her body.

“James, you’re h-hurting me!” she moaned.

Jesus, he was hard.

He hooked his fingers into her panties’ waistband and pulled them down. They came away from her pussy wet.

“Good girl, just like I told you,” he said, and unbuckled her bra.

Alexandra had no strength left. She had nothing. She was out of energy, out of desperate pleas, out of time.

He cradled her in his arms and stepped into the pool, sitting down in the hot water with her on his lap, facing him.

“Feels good,” she said. Inane. Stupid. But it was hard to think.

“You’re welcome,” he said, and pushed his cock inside her. She gasped, trembling in his arms as he slid inside, opening her up as he had so many times before.

They rocked there together. He did most of the moving, she had no power in her limbs. Blood was dripping from her mouth faster, staining the water a deepening pink.

“I’m going to miss you, Alex,” he said, brushing the black hair away from her face.

“Liar,” she said, her voice slurring. “Fucking liar.”

He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, tasting the metallic tang of her blood, and sped up his thrusts. Alexandra whimpered as the increased motion made the blade in her side shift, but he put his right thumb against her clit and rubbed, and he was fucking her so nice, his cock stretching her, the cockhead sliding against her pussy walls.

“Cum for me, Alex,” he whispered in her ear. “Just do it. Just let go. Let it happen.”

“Hngh! Uhhn! Please, James!” she gurgled. “I’m…”

A long, soft sigh exited her lips.

“Good girl,” he said, and leaning forward, pushed her head under the water.

He was on his knees in the hot tub, over her, fucking her even harder, and she tried to reach up for him but she was so weak she couldn’t make her arms do what she wanted. The hot water was all around her, it was in her nose, her lungs were screaming as he pounded into her spasming cunt.

She didn’t know if she was still cumming or not. All she knew was that she was being fucked, and she was about to die.

His groan as he climaxed rang down strangely through the water. She felt his cum jetting into her, into her womb, and thought with an odd melancholy that this was the first time he’d ever fucked her raw.

As her vision darkened, he pulled her up by the hair, hoisting her face above the surface of the water, and she gave a ragged cough, water and drool and blood dripping from her face.

“One more job for you,” he said, pulling out, and Alexandra wriggled in his grasp as he rubbed his partially erect cock against her face, wet from his cum and her juices. He pressed his cockhead against the corner of her eye and stroked, and semen squirted over her eyeball.

“I always wanted to do that, cum on those slanty eyes.”

She couldn’t even glare at him, she was too weak. She just dangled from his grip by the hair, trying to move her arms, cum dripping from her eyelashes as he finished wiping himself off on her hair.

“This is getting me hard again,” he said, and took her limp right hand in his, wrapping it around his dick and using it to jerk himself off. “Fuck, I’m going to miss your body. You spent so much time keeping it nice and tight for me, you little slut.”

She coughed again, red froth on her lips, and opened her mouth to try and say something.

“Yeah, just like that,” he said, and sighed as he came again, his white semen splattering her tongue. “You’re such naturals at this.”

Then he wiped his cockhead on her face again, and let go, and she slid back beneath the surface.

It was like being in a dream world. The wavering visuals through the water, the warmth, the distorted sound. But there was agony in her side, and her lungs were on fire, and she had nothing left at all.

The air escaped her bloody lips in a burst of bubbles. For a moment, she stopped herself from breathing in, but biology was inescapable, and her lungs expanded, filling with hot water tinted reddish with her blood.

James watched her feeble death throes. When she was well and truly gone he pulled out his phone and took some pictures.

“I’m going to have to sell this fucking house,” he said after a few minutes. “Goddammit.”

Leaving Alexandra dead, bloody, and stuffed with cum in the water, he stood and readied himself to make the final preparations for his exit strategy.