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Dao enters the coffee shop late at night. Drenched in her own sweat from her jogging that turned into sprinting around the city. She had pushed herself further than usual tonight for the big fight soon. Even the coat she was wearing over her tight sports bra and shorts felt heavy.
Heavily breathing, she looked around the shop to find it empty. ‘Good,’ she thought; the quiet environment was exactly what she needed at the moment. Heaving herself to the front of the counter, she took note of the clearly dejected and lean barista at the other end. “Brett,” Dao repeated the barista’s name tag, “Get me a cold espresso, alright?” She threw a few coins over the counter, some of which fell over the threshold of the counter’s surface and clattered against the floor.
Brett glanced down at the coins. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but when he looked back up, Dao had already walked away, now pulling a chair to sit at the nearest table. He sneered, turning to the coffee machines and begrudgingly preparing the drink he was ordered to make.
He was finishing up after a minute, about to seal the lid on the cup, when he hesitated. He looked over to Dao, who was on her phone, still waiting for her drink. “Fucking bitch,” he mutters to himself. He glances at the clock. He was almost off shift anyway, and he had spent all day working with ungrateful customers. A toy to relieve some stress is exactly what he needed. “Just another asshole who thinks she can boss me around.”
Rummaging through his pockets, Brett produced a few pills and plopped them into the drink. The pods quickly dissolve in the liquid, dissolving more quickly when stirred with a spoon. He would then slide the drink onto the counter for Dao, “Your drink’s ready.”
Dao’s head cocked up with a scoff, “Took you long enough.” She stood up toward the counter and took the drink in her hand. Her focus was still on her phone as she took a swig of the coffee, not noticing the malicious pills placed inside. She starts to pivot away, leaving without a word, before she nearly trips. With a stomp, she caught herself from falling over and gripped the counter. Her vision blurred, her body feeling weaker, “Wh-… what did you put in this?”
Brett only scoffed, finding amusement in the MMA fighter’s disposition as she started to unravel in front of him. Her knees were trembling underneath her like a thin tree fighting off the abusive winds that threatened to knock her over any moment.
In a desperate attempt, Dao tries to throw a jab at Brett but doesn’t even connect as she falls over toward him instead. He catches her body, enveloping Dao’s body into him as his arms wrap around her body underneath her armpits. He could feel the musculature of a fighter as his body made contact with her; her breasts pushing into his chest as Dao began to slip from consciousness.
Brett has seen Dao on TV before, fighting against her opponents with fantastic technique. The juxtaposition of slowly becoming a ragdoll for his use does not lose its humor for him. The barista starts to move backward, maneuvering behind the counter with Dao’s feet dragging along.
“Are you still awake? You hear me?” Brett taunted while kissing Dao’s neck.
Dao barely seems present in her own body, only letting out faint mumbles in her attempt to respond. She can barely even process the words Brett is saying in her warped perceptions.
“Don’t say a thing, bitch. I don’t want to hear you speak, you arrogant slut.” He’d gently push his lips into hers. His tongue is manipulating the slack one in Dao’s mouth as their saliva mixes. He only breaks the kiss once he manages to drag Dao outside into the musty alleyway. A string of saliva still connects their mouths, which seems to pull him back as he burrows his mouth into Dao again with even more vigor, pulling her body into him more.
“Mmm~…” Is all that Dao can let out in her drugged state before she is gently let down to her knees by Brett.
“What was that, Dao?” Brett knelt to be at eye level with her, holding her up by pulling on her hair. He gently smacked her face. “Trying to protest? Listen, I’ve had a slow and miserable time today, and it looks like…” Pulling his sleeve up to check his watch, “Looks like I’m practically off the clock now, and I want to have some fun and blow off the stress.” He grabbed her chin to force her to face him, “Maybe you should’ve thought more about not being such a bitch when you entered the shop, huh?” There was a lingering smirk on his face as he stood up, still holding Dao’s hair to keep her on her knees.
The clinking of metal detaching from one another was faint amongst the rest of the noise of the midnight city as Brett undid his belt, letting his pants sag slightly before pressing Dao’s face into his crotch, his bulge rubbing against her face. His precum was already starting to moisten his underwear.
Brett yanked Dao’s head to lazily face up at him again, “Can you open your mouth?” Wondering if she could even understand a little of what he said. Her stillness essentially communicated that she did not. Playing with her facial features proved that she wasn’t even awake now.
Doesn’t matter; he forced her mouth open and reached in before pressing her tongue against his still-clothed groin, feeling himself getting hard beneath his underwear. Dao’s tongue moistened the spot even more before he pulled her head away to give him space to yank his underwear down completely. His cock, now exposed, sprang out with a smack against Dao’s chin.
He started to smear the precum on her face, poking and prodding at her cheeks, nose, mouth, and eyelids. Inevitably, he slowly slid his cock deep into the depths of her mouth, hearing her throat gurgle on it, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his shaft.
“You like that, huh?” Brett tugged on Dao’s hair, slowly sliding her head up and down his cock. Each thrust became more fervent, with him adjusting his grip to grab the sides of Dao’s temple to accommodate the increasing speed.
He could feel the heat buildup within his balls, Dao’s saliva creating a wet squelching noise as he continued to pound into her face. His head leans backward, staring up at the sky as he embraces the feeling of a bitch’s mouth gurgling on his cock. The smooth and wet sliding up and down. In his mind, every noise of the city - all the hustle and bustle is drowned out by the sounds of sex happening in the alleyway.
His teeth bite down on his lips, his body growing warmer and warmer, his pace growing faster and harder. Sweat beads from his brow until he hits his climax, one last explosive groan as he slams into her one more time, his seed erupting out into her mouth. He could hear her gagging and gargling on his cum as even a little bit managed to find its way out of her nose.
Slowly taking his gaze back down to Dao, “Swallow it, beautiful. Come on, you can do it,” he encourages her unconscious form. His cock slides out with a pop; strings of cum and saliva mixed form a hanging bridge between his shaft and her lips. With a shake of the head, he plays with her, watching the cum inside her mouth slosh around slightly before tilting her to face downward, to let his seed slowly leak out of her mouth with a stringy viscosity and puddle in between his victim’s knees.
He would then gently pull her toward the nearest dumpster and press her back against the metal, having her sit against it while he straddled her hips; his cock pressed against her stomach. He would slowly and methodically savor removing her jacket, exposing her toned arms to the night air. Brett discards the jacket to the side before feeling her arms, then her wrists, then her hand. Playing with her fingers.
They were soft in the palms but coarse on the back. No doubt from years of combat in the ring and on the bags. It reminded him of the woman he had dominated. A sense of pride glowed over him despite the underhanded tactic he used to achieve this position over her.
He’d kiss the back of her hand before pushing Dao’s fingers into her mouth, swiping away at the remaining vestiges of cum left in her mouth before moving it to the side to give room for him to kiss her again.
While lost in her lips once more, his hands wandered to reach around to her back, undoing her sports bra to let her large breasts free from its confinement to be groped violently; Brett fondles them with excitement, almost forgetting his plan to yank down Dao’s shorts as well to reveal that she’s not even wearing underwear.
Breaking the kiss, he gazes at her exposed clit, “You’re not even wearing underwear. You were begging for someone to do this to you, huh?” He says with a dark chuckle before moving backwards off her, pulling her naked body away from the dumpster to give him more room to play, leaving only her head pressed against the dumpster, which causes her neck to bend uncomfortably. But it's not like Brett cares about Dao’s well-being at this point.
“Oh, I’ll give you what you want. Walking around like this.” He lifts her hips onto his lap, her ass resting against his thighs. In any other temperature, he’d take off his barista shirt and apron, but the cold winds piercing through his exposed legs were enough to make him uncomfortable. Though not uncomfortable enough to stop his debauchery.
Lifting her legs to hook around his shoulder, Brett positions himself at her entrance, tickling the folds with the tip of his member. “I wonder what you’re dreaming about right now. If you feel me out here. Come onnnnn~ Wake up!” He slaps her across the face, the sound echoing off the alleyway walls. “You gotta be awake for this part.”
It takes a few seconds after the slap for her eyes to flutter open slightly, though not fully. The spell of the drugs is still affecting her. “What? Wuh?” She groggily questions.
Brett palms her mouth, muffling her pathetic pleas for answers. “Shut the fuck up. I just want you to witness.” With a violent thrust into her entrance, sending a wave of stimulation through her body. Her weak moans and half-hearted pleas for him to stop or for someone to help are muffled underneath his palm. “Shhh~… Shush now, girl.”
He continues to shush her, his thrusts rapidly picking up pace compared to last round, still high from the climax. He works like a flesh-made machine for the next few minutes, rapidly pistoning in and out of the helpless Dao who remains cross-eyed in the whole encounter.
She was awake but only barely enough to feel. Barely enough to even move. Barely enough to protest for very long. When she goes silent, Brett finds it in the haze of his ecstasy to notice and capitalize, grabbing her head and forcing her lips into another kiss as he continues to pump into her with a relentless vigor.
Rebuilding the heat he had mere moments ago. He feels his body moving to the edge of bliss before it washes down on him, feeling his cum explode into Dao’s entrance as he did to her mouth. The rush of which caused a subtle amount of backflow as cum spurted out from in between the small gaps where Dao’s vagina closed around Brett’s cock and onto the asphalt floor.
Dao’s body twitched from the overstimulation, but no way to express it. Too drugged and out of her mind to do anything meaningful in this situation.
Brett stared down at her, feeling spent after the second round. “You look beautiful like this. Not being a prick like you were earlier.” He reached down, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face that seemed to be completely vacant. But he knows it's not. Reminded of that when she blinks. Breathes. Twitches.
“You know I can’t have you telling people, though. Thought about taking you away and locking you away for myself, but that wouldn’t be fair to the other girls I’ve played with, huh?” He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her upward to be eye to eye. “You understand that, don’t you?”
Dao can barely muster the strength to shake her head, “No… Just… s-stop…”
“Don’t worry. You won’t feel it anymore.”
“No-”
Brett doesn’t let her finish what she was going to say before he yanks her head down into a guillotine choke underneath his armpit. “You’re an MMA fighter, right? You should be familiar with this.” He taunts her sardonically as she limply struggles. Everything before this has caused her current struggles to be as weak as they can be and as easy for Brett to snuff her out.
He lies in the same position, listening to her choke and gag from his arm being wrapped around her throat. “Probably should have picked up those coins for me when we met. Then maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation.” His hand maneuvers around in the choke hold to grab her chin, savoring the feeling of it and hearing her throat move and fluctuate against his bicep felt nice.
Brett pulled the suffering Dao upward by standing up so he could watch her fall face down when he-
CRRRACK!
With a yank of her chin, the momentum of the motion twisted her head farther than her neck could handle, and her spine snapped like a twig. The life leaves her body instantly as no sound is made anymore from her vocal cords. Only the thud of her body slamming onto the floor, face down and ass up.
A bruise quickly formed around her bent neck while her body let out its last convulsions before the muscles relaxed in its entirety, allowing the release of urine to run out into a puddle between her legs.
Brett grins at the sight, pressing his shoe on her side and flipping her over to show her front side. Her head now bent at an unnatural angle, her mouth agape, frozen in place from the strangulation, and her eyes barely wider than they normally are.
The man would reach down to grab her by the hips before hoisting her upward over his shoulder, excited to bring her into his collection…