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Resistance
🕑 Added 2022-12-29 11:53:02 +0000 UTC
Hot off the heels of my last job rounding up some stolen nuclear warheads in Uzbekistan, the next job sounded rather boring:
Embedding as the wife of an up-and-coming Columbian warlord? God, I knew the type already and could imagine it now: boring trophy wife who is stuck inside all day becasue every mobster and his brother is looking to kidnap her for ransom.
As for the mobster, he was hardly a concern. If he wanted sex I'd just fake a headache or a crisis. Easy.
I changed at HQ and headed to an undisclosed location where my quartermaster, Bret was waiting — some snazzy new hotel up town.
"What's up, beautiful?"
"Give me a break, Bret. I've already had to grow tits today."
"Fair enough. Come in, Ethan. Undress down to your underwear."
"What!? You have to be kidding."
"Orders from HQ. See?"
He showed me a read out and sure enough the first step was clear. I shrugged. "As you like it."
"You're looking great."
"I've never run through the sex change process before. Pretty weird shit. I can tell you already, I hate peeing sitting down. I nearly walked into the men's restroom at HQ."
"If you do that in the field you're a dead man. . . er — woman."
"Ha, I'll work it out."
"I have some things that will help."
"Damn, I can't get over this. You look like a real woman."
"From what they tell me, I am 100% woman — and keep your hands off of the goods."
"Come on. Let me at least have a squeeze of your tits."
"Haha, stop it Bret. For real. I'm already weireded out with this long hair and my tits."
"Your nipples look hard. Are you turned on by this? Please. Let me inspect your body, Ethan."
"Bret, why don't you shut up and tell me what you have for me today?"
"The bracelet is remote activated. Just leave it where you need it and clear out."
"C4?"
"Actually something more powerful. I'd clear way out before you detonate it. But I don't think you'll need to use it."
"Because I'm going to be sitting inside all day."
"Not exactly."
"I knew it. This mission is going to be a real snoozer."
"Heh. Yeah. Here, put these on."
"Earrings?"
"Microphones. Stealth. No one will detect them. They won't even pick up on scanners."
"Brilliant."
"And last but not least."
"Last. What do you mean last? Aren't I going to get a gun?"
"Not quite."
"What do you mean, not quite?"
"Just let me put it on okay?"
"Fine."
"I sensed a lot of aggitation and bravado when you came in. I get it. You're compensating for the fact we just took your manhood for this mission. That you have a pussy. That people are going to make fun of you. You should already feel some of that frustration slipping away."
"I guess I feel it."
"It takes a few seconds. Just give it time. You only need to wear this for a little bit."
"Why? What does this necklace do?"
"Well, do you remember how you told me you almost walked into the guy's toilet at HQ?"
"Yeah."
"That's because of resistance."
"I'm just used to being a dude."
"Yeah. . . but even that could be considered resistance to your mission. What this necklace does is detect resistance and then resolve it."
"Wait. What do you mean by resolve it?"
"Please let me inspect your body, Ethan."
"Oh." Bret pulled me back with my long hair. I moaned, a moan that struck me. Terrified me, as I had wanted to Bret to fuck off.
"You want to take that necklace off?"
"Yes. And I'm going to."
"Go ahead." I nodded. I was done with this mission. HQ could find another schmuck to wear a skirt.
"Thank you." I reached up to the clasp of the necklace and began to untie it.
"But if you do it will compromise the mission."
I stopped.
"And the mission can only work if you are very feminine. Receptive. If you let your quartermaster ensure that your weapon is ready for the field."
Bret felt me up. I stood shaking as he slid is hand up my hips to my left breast. "And what is my weapon?"
"You are the weapon."
Oh fuck. His response hit like a non-lethal munition.
"Me?"
"Yes. But your usefuless as a weapon depends on this process."
I didn't move. I let him caress my tits. My hips. My ass. Trying to comprehend what was happening. Why I didn't move. Why I suddenly didn't want to stop him.
"How does the process work?"
"Let me demonstrate. Turn around and kiss me."
"No."
"Turn around and kiss me."
I turned, still feeling uncooperative. But I turned. He pulled me in for a kiss.
"How was that?"
"I hated it."
"Ha! But you kissed me. See, it's an easy progression, Ethan. The necklace detects your resistance, in this case, saying no. It changes it into a yes. But you still didn't feel too passionate about our first kiss. You did it, much to your chagrin. And detecting your chagrin, the necklace resolved it. You have no more chagrin. Kiss me again."
I kissed him, still feeling a little funny about kissing a coworker. Bret had outfitted me for all of my missions. Should I be kissing him?
But we are here. Alone in this hotel room.
I slink my arm around him and rub his neck and kiss him again. He's a good kisser.
Resistance is as easy as 1, 2, 3. Three kisses. Three denials of my self. Each progressing to me and Bret making out.
I lean in and kiss him deeply. Feeling comfortable and safe. I move my body to his, pushing my breasts into his chest. Then he speaks.
"You're name is Sofia now."
I pull back. "What?"
"What's your name?"
I bite my lip. It just comes out. "Sofia."
"Sofia?"
"Yes." I nod. "My name is Sofia." I move closer for another kiss, grinding my smooth crotch into his. I can feel he's hard. I flex my muscles inside. "Kiss me."
"I'd rather you be a good girl and suck my cock."
"Oh god."
I looked him in the eye, thinking he couldn't be serious. He just stared back. I whispered sweetly, "I'm not going to suck your cock, Ethan," and then fell to my knees.
I looked at his crotch. "I'm not. I'm just not going to." I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped him and fished his cock out. It was already half hard. I could feel my clit swelling. I was already wet from our kisses.
I didn't want to put it in my mouth — and then I touched it to my lips.
I wanted to go no further, simply to deal only with the head of his cock. It would be weird to pump my entire mouth around him. And then I did.
Then I realized none of this was weird.
We're adults and this isn't weird at all.
Oh, I want it. I want it. I want his cock in my mouth. I don't know why, but it feels like I belong right here, sucking Bret's cock.
At least for the mission.
He's moaning and it spurs me on. I know how vulnerable a position I'm in. If he crosses the edge he's coming in my mouth.
I don't want that.
Except I want it so badly.
—
TEN MINUTES LATER
Oh fuck. How did I even get here? Spread wide. Being taken by Bret's monster of a cock. My toes wiggle in my stockings as he pumps inside of me.
"Oh Ethan, you are so tight."
"Why do you keep calling me, Ethan? I'm Sofia."
"I like roleplaying. The mission says I can call you whatever I want."
I nod. "If it's for the mission, you can call me Ethan."
God he's so deep. I didn't want to like cock but I think I do.
Thank goodness for the mission. It's the only thing keeping me sane. Allowing me to do this with a clear conscience.
"Sofia."
"Yes?"
"You're job is to embed as a wife."
"Yes."
"But do you think she has sex because she's asked?"
"I don't understand."
"The mission isn't to do things merely for the mission. I mean, wouldn't you want to please me, too? And yourself?"
Fuck. I suddenly I realize this may be a one-way trip for me. My mind goes back over my last mission, how I might have messed up or compromised the agency, even as I stand selfishly to settle myself onto Bret's beautiful cock.
"HQ wants more than obedience. It wants your acceptance. This is what I'm looking for. Because until you accept you want to fuck my cock because you want to, this mission can't continue."
Bret fucks so good. He let's me ride. I'm squeezing him so he can feel how much I like it. Does he feel it? Does he feel me squeezing?"
He moans.
Yes. Yes, he does. Fuck, yes.
Bret's eyebrows furrow as he tries to speak. "You're not simply learning to follow orders. You're learning to be intimate. To be a good wife. Do you understand, Sofia?"
"Can't you feel it in the way I'm fucking you?"
He moans again and pulls me from the bed, tossing me to a chair.
"That's right. I want you imagining what anyone would see if they walked in this room."
Oh god, he's positively railing me.
"Would they see Ethan Brask the spy?"
"No."
"What would they see?"
"They'd see you fucking me."
"And are you a woman?"
"Yes."
"Were you ever a man?" He's deep. I can feel it, and see it for myself in the mirror across the room. I try to remember the answer to the question. It feels like a trick question. It feels like the stupidest question I've ever been asked. I squeeze my pussy tightly accepting every thrust. Can't he feel that I'm a woman?
"Answer the question."
"I've always been a woman."
"Good, Sofia. And if someone walked in, would they think you're enjoying it?"
"Yes."
"Because it's your mission to enjoy it?"
Fuck. "No. No, because I am really enjoying it."
He reaches behind me an unclasps the necklace. It falls off my neck to the chair.
"But wouldn't enjoying it mean you'd fully give in? You'd ask for what you wanted deep inside? I don't hear you doing that yet."
My mind reels. Suddenly I feel nothing mediating my Impressions of what is happening. I bite my lip.
"What do you want, Sofia?"
Oh, god.
"I want your cock. I want it harder."
"Like this?" He pistons his thick cock inside of me, his head plumbing me deep while his lovely girthy shaft spreads me wide.
"Yes, just like that. Even harder. I want you to fuck me and come inside of me."
He pats my ass and keeps fucking me. "Unfortunately HQ is saving your womb for your new criminal husband. But I can come all over you."
I moan. "I want it."
I want you to understand clearly that your target can have your body and mind completely, but you must record every conversation you can and return them to HQ. Do you understand? Or I won't finish. I'll pull out of you and walk out of here, and I'm so close, Sofia. I'm so close to exploding.
I scream. "I understand! Just come on me. I want to see you coming."
"Get on your back, Sofia."
"Congratulations, Sofia. You've been outfitted."
"That's right. Squirt it all over my tits." I push them out proudly. I want them covered.
He falls to the bed and we lay for a moment.
I turn to him and snuggle into his shoulder. "Are you free all night?" I trace his half hard cock with a finger. I want to make him hard again. I want round two.
"Unfortunately not. I have to go track down a rocket launcher for Ronson."
I pout my lip. "That is unfortunate." My hand falls to my tummy, mingling with his warm come.
"Can I fly out tonight then?"
"Orders say you can have a week to adjust."
I nod. "I don't need a week. I think I want to get started."
His eyebrow raises. "Ethan. Are you sure?"
My face scrunches up. "Who are you even talking about? Who is this Ethan? And fuck, yes, I'm sure. I want to see my husband."
"Are you serious?"
"Bret. You're a nice guy for a fuck. But I told you to come inside of me — and you didn't. I'm the kind of woman who wants real intimacy. I want to see my husband."
He looks deep in my eyes trying to determine if Ethan is still there, but everything inside of me is on guard for every expression of Ethan save for his desire to send back recordings to HQ. As for everything else, he's not going to ruin my chance at the best sex in my life.
A WEEK LATER
I've arrived. I look in the mirror and know it. I'm the real fucking deal. And my husband can't keep his hands off of me. And, in the rare event I get a headache, the first thing I look for is his cock. Orgasms have a way of easing them so nicely.
I sit at the kitchen table thinking about how I've been spending my time. And smile. Imagine being fucked like this. It could just as easily be your resistance melting away. Your body could be the weapon.
Resistance is as easy as 1, 2, 3.
Lately I've been playing with resistance. Feeling Ethan's spirit inside of me. The spy I once was. Yesterday I snuck into the men's bathroom and sat down in the stall and peed. No one is going to say one damn word where I go. I'm the boss's wife. I bring my memories of Ethan to the surface and let him play. He can only associate with having a pussy now and he's very enthusiastic about getting it stuffed with my husband's cock. I love this mission. I want it to be my mission for life. We're trying. He pumps his seed into me every night. It's only a matter of time.
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