No Resistance from the Resistance

Themes: stuck in wall, ****, humiliation

Deep within the headquarters of Only Power to Rightfully Sovereign or O.P.R.S for short, talk between two scientists regarding the recent developments on the latest tool that's being worked on to exercise more ruthless power over the mistreated masses is taking place. As the two discussed the many achievements that they made and how they would further the tool's development, a person was eavesdropping in on their conversation: an infiltrator. This infiltrator was a part of the resistance, but they weren't just any member of the resistance, they are the second-in-command. Being second-in-command meant that they could be entrusted with this operation because of how diligent and skilled they are, having demonstrated competence in past incidents related to the resistance, showing intense conviction for the cause, but above all else, rising through the ranks as a woman. As dedicated and serious as her peers are, there was no escape from misogyny, especially when considering the fact that the country she's in does not regard females as being worthy of as much respect as a male.

Minutes of the spied-on scientists conversing passed, the lurking resistance operative steeling her nerves as she waits for the opportune time to make her move. It was then that the scientists started moving, making their way out of the room. She didn't act immediately, instead listening very closely to the sound of their footsteps up until they were barely audible from her position. Taking this as the moment to strike, she took out an E.M.P device and set it to a range that would only affect the room she's in as to both not be seen on camera and also not have it raise too much suspicion. Activating it and shrouding the room in umbra, she turned on her miniature flashlight and equipped a special tool engineered by one of the resistance members and loosened two bolts on the vent grate she was above, causing it to swing downward. With swiftness and efficiency, she dropped down into the room and shone her light around. Looking around the space with a keen eye, she did her best to find the most discreet place to plant the seventh and final bug. Seeing a promising nook, she both quickly and silently made her way over to it and attached it there: mission accomplished. The only thing now was to escape.

Seeing how high up the vent she came through was, she had to take a more rudimentary route. Seeing as how she was going to have to exit the room in the halls, she increased the range of the E.M.P device and set it off, disabling every electronic on the floor. Since she's three levels underground on B3, she would have to make a speedy escape. Opening up a map she has of the place, she memorized the path she should take to get to the nearest stairwell and rushed for it. Unable to use her flashlight because of how it could alert someone, she put her good eyesight to use as she was known to have good vision even when little light is present. As she hurried as fast and quietly as she could, she couldn't help but be thrilled by thought of her pulling this solo op off. Being the Latina in her mid-twenties she is, it was commonplace for her to be looked at as a young piece of meat; this perception only amplified by how nubile she was. Standing at 5'7 with hazel eyes and black hair that she cut into a neck-length bob for the sake of efficiency and to prove a point about her femininity not being important, this young, light brown woman had an impeccable hourglass figure which was only made more attractive by how she had to keep herself in shape for the cause. Her having a sizeable ass with those eye-catching hips, decently slim waist, and nicely thick thighs also added to the misogyny she faced, not to mention her 34C bust that made everything come full circle, establishing her as the perfect package for a good fuck or two, or three, or four, or however many one could do before calling it a day with her incredible body.

Still proceeding with utmost caution, she made her way down many halls, turning corners, and making sure to not mess up the route she's taking. While running, she came to a corner. She had no intention of turning it as she instead needed to just keep going straight, but even she couldn't do that as she stopped upon seeing a bright ring of light shine on the wall she would have had to pass. She looked around her vicinity, and luckily enough, there was a vent in the wall. Seeing as how there was only one light source, she thought that she could quickly incapacitate the person and hide them in a room. With that plan in mind, she readies herself at the corner, closely watching the ring of light dilate as to have an understanding of the person's position. While waiting for them to show themself, something appears in the corner of her eyes, something on the side opposite of where she has her focus on. Automatically, she looks, and coming from the hall she just turned, is another ring of light. Realizing the situation she's in, she tries not to panic, opting instead to ditch the plan to knock out the initial person as she could get caught in the process by the person that just made their presence known.

Putting her brain into overdrive and looking around the limited space she had to herself, the operative was able to see that there was a vent in the wall in front of her, and with no other options available and time running out, she zipped straight to it. She got her handy tool out and quickly unscrewed every screw, then carefully removed the grate and set it on the floor. With the two approaching lights making it easier for her to see, she looked at the layout of the floor just to make sure she wasn't dooming herself by going this compromised route. Seeing that it went straight ahead to what was the hallway on the other side, she entered into the box hole that was fortunately enough at the height of her lower abdomen, meaning that she was able to get a little bit of a running start and propel herself into the vent. Now inside, the young operative made it her duty to hurry to the other side before she got spotted, but that was a short-lived plan as she quickly found herself unable to progress due to her waist not being able to make it in. No matter how much she struggled to get her bottom-half in, it was all to no avail.

This was a last-ditch effort. She knew that if she backed out now, she would surely be found out, so instead she decided to stay as motionless as possible where she was and hope that the dark, camouflage pants she was wearing would actually camouflage her... she was ****. She was waiting, waiting for what was to come, wondering if a miracle would occur or if tragedy would strike, and it definitely did not help that she could not hear anything over the humming inside the vent. Mere seconds felt like agonizing minutes to her, but that was all in her head, but what wasn't in her head was a sudden feeling. A touch, a poke; something had jabbed at the middle of the young woman's right thigh, something hard. As much as she wanted to react, she couldn't do anything other than maybe throw blind and messy kicks, something she would not be attempting as that would most likely make things go more south, especially after deducing that these two were armed guards. Not long after first being touched, she was touched again, this time on her left thigh, but really at that line that indicates where the butt cheek and thigh areas separate. She got frustrated by this, being poked at close to the part of her body that so many of her teammates leer at and base their views of her on made her blood simmer, but she made sure to not let that get to her.

Alas, such composure would be short-lived, as after the second poke took place, the operatives butt cheeks would be assaulted by what were the barrels of rifles. Never had she experienced something of the likes of this before, never had she been touched by another person like this before as she never fostered this intimate of relations with others, and now that she was a part of the resistance, she could never let a man be with her as she vehemently believed that it would tarnish her strong image. Each jab dug a good deal into the well-reared operative's ass cheeks, just enough so that it didn't cause her a lot of pain, but still unfavorable sensations nonetheless. The strikes were coming fast and they were only getting faster and harder. The young woman's toughness was weakening as her blood started to boil at the thought and reality of being reduced to a plaything. Wanting to have a reason to abandon her plan of not reacting, she thought that if she just remained motionless and continued letting these two quite literally poke fun at her ass, nothing would change for the better.

With her resolve formed, the operative unleashed her fury through a flurry of kicks, hitting something hard on her left side in the process. The poking stopped, but she didn't, continuing to throw her legs and feet around all over the place. Quick to think, she tried removing herself from the vent, but things just weren't going right for her as she could not budge in the slightest. Already experiencing the despair of not being able to get out, the girl found her only means of defense to get restrained. She could tell that each of her legs were being put into a hold by two arms wrapping themselves around her legs, unable to freely move the majority of her bottom-half anymore. Strangely enough to the stuck and now restrained girl, some tightness was relieved from her left leg, the result of that leg's respective guard taking his arm off it. Feeling that bit of freedom, she tried making something out of it, but to no avail as she still could not generate enough ****.

Kicking and wiggling was all that she could do as she was absolutely being held captive. Being second-in-command meant that she refused to give up even in this situation, so she got to brainstorming, but before she could even come up with any vaguely substantial in her mind, a new feeling made itself known to her sense of touch. Something had started digging into the crotch area of her pants, putting more and more pressure on the material until suddenly it was punctured. The operative was so shocked by what just happened that she'd become still, her eyes widened and her mind stuck on only one thing as she was anticipating what was most likely going to happen next. What started as a small rip, quickly became a big tear as the knife that the guard was using cut down through the girl's pants, letting her feel the cool air of the facility make unwelcomed contact with her skin. Completely not wanting what was bound to occur in a just a few seconds, the helpless op tried her best to pull herself into the vent, but her accursed rear-end still would not let her get any further than she already had gotten. Obviously not ending at destroying her pants, the girl's underwear would then be pulled back and she would feel the work of the ventilation system brush against her vagina which wasn't shaved due to her knowing that she wouldn't be giving any of herself to a man anytime soon... or at least voluntarily giving herself.

With a space made open between her private which wasn't so private anymore, and the plain black panties she had on, the guard inserted his blade in said space and cut through the fabric covering her vagina. Feeling the conditioned air fully wash over her womanhood made sensations of shock ricochet all throughout her brain and all she could do was claw around the inside of the vent in a futile attempt to get herself in. It wasn't too long after the exposure that she felt something prod at her crotch. Being the no-nonsense person she's crafted herself into, she knew it was a penis, being made evident by how it felt more round than the gun barrel, had softness to it, and that it was warm. To her surprise, the prod did not lead to penetration, instead she felt what she 100% knew was the tip of the guard's penis sliding down on her slit until it met her clitoris. to her this was much worse than being penetrated without foreplay, since this route the guard was taking made her body experience something physically pleasing even though she was in nothing but distress. Swiping back up the way it came, the guard's tip started putting pressure on the young female operative's vagina, and that's when she knew things were absolutely going to that level.

Her face started tightening, the hands she was clawing with shaped themselves into clenched fists, and her heart began to accelerate. Without fanfare, the guard penetrated the infiltrating op, attaining her virginity and provoking her unbounded ire. The young woman was fuming, a man getting to use her in this utterly cheap way flooded her mind, so much so that the thought of her virginity being unrightfully taken hadn't even occurred. But something else would flood the raging woman's mind, and that would be the length of the guard's member. It wasn't long before she felt her limit being pushed against, causing her teeth to clench so hard against each other that one would think they would shatter. She could feel the guard pushing against her womb, unsatisfied with how much of his lengthy member he was able to comfortably get into her vagina which had not experienced any prior stimulation that would lead her to stretch on the inside.

The raging young woman started rapidly breathing, saliva escaping through her gritted teeth as she banged her fists all around the metal vent. As hard as she was hitting the sides of the vent, what she was feeling the most was the guard's lackluster strokes as he naturally wasn't good in the bedroom, but also because of how impromptu this whole situation was: with him having to engage in sex with his uniform and gear on. Among the awkward strokes the resistance's second-in-command would feel, there were also moments where the guard's cock would slip out thanks to him pulling back too much. Those moments weren't any better than the ones where he was inside her, as the fleeting moments of cool air brushing over her slowly closing hole just reminded her of how she'd been made into a living pleasure hole for the enemy and that the guard could just leisurely put himself back into her with no expense. After a couple times of feeling him re-enter her pussy and uncomfortably hit her limit, only to then get back to thrusting, she would feel her plump ass cheek get grabbed. Taking precedence over the sensation going on within her, the young woman gets even more pissed as she feels the very thing she is mainly sexualized for get dug into by all of the guard's fingers. Squeezing, pulling, and obviously smacking constantly refreshes the animosity the operative holds towards the man that's having his way with her body, allowing her to freely continue assaulting the vent without feeling a thing as there was no feeling other than rage and being fucked and groped that could take precedence over what was being echoed through her hands.

It was then that the young op felt the guard's penis leave her once again, making her get angry at the re-penetration that would soon be coming like it always did in the recent past. Contrary to what she thought, penetration did not come, instead the guard did. The young woman stopped her tantrum for a moment as she felt the hot stickiness of ejaculate land on the innermost part of her butt cheek, right next to her vagina. Then came the feeling of something pushing against her skin, and then that same "something" rubbing itself downward and spreading a slickness wherever it was, suffice to say, it was the guard rubbing whatever semen was left coming out of his tip, onto her. While the guard finished up, the stuck operative felt his grip loosen up on her left thigh as a result of now being in a post-orgasm state. After being infuriated for so long and now sort of being in a state of calm, the operative took this opportunity to try again at devising a way to get out, realizing that a person of her rank and one fit for leadership should be able to adapt to any situation, even the ones where a cock is getting jammed into your orifice against your will.

It wasn't long until the young woman's quasi-zen state would be interrupted, something she long saw coming as why wouldn't the other guard want a piece of that fat, infiltrator, butt after seeing their peer get to use it without abandon. What she felt were two hands grabbing at the torn area of her pants, these two hands were from the guard on the right who had completely let her leg go free, and as tempting as it was to retaliate, she kept her leg still, as if to make it disappear. The hands of the guard that's on the right would then sharply diverge away from each other to create a much bigger tear, one with a lot of aroused **** behind it. This continued destroying would keep on going until the fat-assed operative's backside was completely exposed, giving both the guards something even more to feast their hungry eyes on. With this exposure came a hard SMACK, then another, and another, another, another one, and after that another one, and so many others at such a fast rate that a person would've easily gotten fed up by now with counting each of them. Her butt changed in hue just as fast as it jiggled, but after all she's been through both back at her resistance camp and in this vent, she managed to not let it get to her as much.

The harsh spanking stopped, and the penetration came. Said penetration would be different from the left guard's penetration, as the right guard's cock would end up stretching the girl out more. As deep in thought as she was, she stood no chance at fighting the reflexive urge to bite her lip and grunt as she felt the significant girth of the guard's member parting her pussy lips. As terrible as it was for her to admit to herself, she enjoyed this guard's dick, only because it didn't feel as awful as the other guard's lengthy one, this allowed her to think more and give less attention to the reality of her being made into the enemy's satisfaction hole. Although there was less penetration power, this guard would be more hands-on as he made it his mission to feel the young woman's much desirable ass, pushing his palms into the softness of them and slowing down his strokes just to claw into them more properly. With her mind having a new clearness to it, the operative was now able to feel something that had always been where she was at: a draft coming from above her. She pulled her arms back and reached above her head, and just as she thought, there was an opening above her, one where she could place her hands against the surface of the square opening. Right as she made this discovery is when she started feeling more **** get put onto her derriere, as that's when the guard became more intense with his thrusting. The young woman thought to herself how she couldn't get anymore stuck than she was already with all the pushing the guards had been doing to her this whole time.

Feeling the guard reach a speed he hadn't yet come close to, the operative feels the sensation of something leaving her orifice. The feeling of cool air going over her unstuffed hole would then be replaced by the familiar warmness that comes from the tip of penis and the hotness of fresh cum, both going over her ass hole. Feeling her sphincter get used like a tissue reignited the rage she had just let subside, and seeing as how waiting for a more opportune moment to hatch her plan would just be based of speculation, she took this moment as the best time to go through with what she's thought of. Raising her hands up, she puts her fingers in the opening above her and tenses the muscles in her thighs to push on the wall they're against.

Utilizing the adrenaline boost she's experiencing, she launches herself out from the vent, maximizing use in every bit of leverage she had. The guard behind her—too busy cleaning himself off on her—was pushed onto the floor, completely blindsided by the sudden counterattack. The operative—now freed from the vent and able to feel the air's coolness on more than just her pussy—was on the floor, and with this she would make her next move, that move being her throwing her leg to the right as hard as she could so that she get it out of the other guard's lazy grasp. Successfully escaping his hold, she puts her acrobatic skills to work: doing a backwards roll up into a handstand. With there being no time to hesitate, she rushes the guard who penetrated her first and kicks him upward in what she thinks is his chin, and his chin it was indeed as confirmed by the sound of teeth falling to the ground and clattering. Moving to the next guard who was behind her and trying to get his act together, she performed a back-kick onto his face, knocking him down. Not confident with her ability to take him down as seamlessly as the other one, she jumps up into the air and lands down onto his face. She proceeds to stomp his face in until sure that he is ****... or dead. Both work for her.

Keeping up the tempo, the young operative goes the path she was originally meant to go as a means of escaping, sprinting as fast as she could. The second-in-command was overjoyed. She successfully completed this solo operation that would surely lead to her cause getting a major upper-hand on O.P.R.S. There was no doubt in her mind that she would gain immense respect and prove that she's better than every man, being only second to the leader of the resistance. The only thing she had to do now other than escaping the facility, was coming up with a convincing enough story as to why she has a big, gaping hole in her pants and underwear.