Penetrating Her Defenses (noncon stabbing, forced orgasms, misogyny fetish)
A spunky young lady bodyguard on a boring assignment gets reminded of what she's really good for.
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Penetrating Her Defenses
“We’re reaching the end of our time, but can you give me the quick, one-sentence reason why you joined the Secret Service?”
Sweating slightly in the TV lights, Special Agent Katie Holloway shrugged, a gleam in her eyes. “I wanted to make a difference, you know?”
The interviewer nodded thoughtfully. “And you felt that protecting our nation’s leaders was the way to do it. That’s beautiful. Do you have any closing words for the girls and young women watching this interview?”
“Just know that no matter what, no matter what people say, you can do anything. Can I cuss a little?”
The journalist spread her hands with a laugh.
“Don’t let the bastards grind you down!” Katie finished, grinning infectiously at the camera.
That had been two weeks ago. Now, under the sweltering summer sun, Katie Holloway was burning up beneath her concealed bulletproof vest. The black suit certainly looked cool, but in terms of temperature it very much was not.
She tugged at her belt, shifting the weight of her holstered pistol. It felt so light at the range, but on her hip for hours under the glaring sunlight it started to feel like an anchor.
A sweaty, miserable anchor.
“How much longer can she plan to speak?” Katie muttered without moving her lips.
At 38, Senator Grayley was the youngest serious presidential candidate in American history, and by God, did she like to talk. She like to talk, and strut around the stage, and show off her body, and by all accounts the American people were loving it as much as Katie was annoyed by it.
She hadn’t even been intended to be on duty for this rally. There had been a rapid reshuffling after a leaked group chat had doxxed two other Secret Service agents as joining in some unhealthy fantasies about the young senator, which of course required a change in personnel.
Katie’s lip curled. She’d dug a little past the censored screenshots that the mainstream news were willing to show. It had been some foul stuff. Nude photo manipulations, rape fantasies, AI-generated pictures of Grayley being gang-raped and even strangled.
Disgusting stuff, totally degrading. The shivers of arousal that had filled Katie’s body were just a coincidence, it must have been something other than those pictures and fantasies that had made her so wet that day.
She had barely thought about them at all when she masturbated herself to sleep that night.
Still thinking about those pictures, Katie dragged her attention back to her job. She checked in with operational command, looked around, and ducked into the shadows of an outbuilding – maybe not technically correct protocol, but the shade just felt too good.
With a sigh of relief, she undid a few buttons, revealing the top inch or so of her vest.
“I wish that dumb slut would stop talking,” she said softly, consciously mimicking the way the fired agents had talked about Grayley. It gave her a wicked, forbidden thrill, like she was part of a sexy little conspiracy.
She stepped away from the wall and adjusted her suit coat.
“Holloway! You’re out of position!” a hard male voice snapped. Instinctively, she stood rigidly straight. Then the sound of the voice worked its way through her sudden panic, and she frowned.
“Jacobson? You’re not supposed to...”
He stepped in front of her, pressing in close, and by the time she realized she should be going for her gun he’d backed her against the wall.
Her eyes were wide, breath coming hard, and she couldn’t seem to think about anything except the very, very sharp knife he was pressing against her left side, between the front and rear protection of her bulletproof vest.
“Having fun out here, Holloway?” he asked, tilting her chin up with his left hand.
“You’re going to get killed,” she said. “Oh, fuck, man, they’re gonna kill you for this.”
He laughed easily. “Maybe so, but we’re basically dead men already. Can you imagine anyone hiring us after that scandal?”
She squirmed between him and the wall. “Jacobson… please...”
“Shhhh, it’s alright,” he said. “We’re not here for you. We’re here to get that fucking...”
He twisted the knife-tip against her body, and she felt it tear through to her skin.
“Stupid, arrogant, politician cunt,” he finished, moving the knife slightly with each word. “I have no interest in you whatsoever.”
It was a sense of relief so overwhelming that it made her sag against his muscular body, a little sob catching in her throat.
“Oh, thank God, man,” she said. “I thought you were gonna k-kill me.”
The euphoria she was feeling had somehow gotten all twisted up with the terror, and with all those illicit steamy fantasies of Senator Grayley being brutalized.
Jacobson pushed his left hand down her belly and into her pants, and she squeezed her thighs tight around his hand as he felt her wetness.
“This is really turning you on, huh?” he said, grinning at her as she writhed against him, her face a helpless mask of fear and lust.
Another man walked up to them.
“What are you doing with Holloway?” he growled. “We’ve got the SUV ready.”
“Just watch her, Mike,” Jacobson said. “You remember how Grayley’s little chauffeurette wriggled when you stuck her? I think these cunts get off on this stuff.”
“No-o-o-o!” Holloway protested, but she couldn’t stop the way her hips were jerking back and forth, moving with Jacobson’s fingers. It was like every stroke was electrifying her nervous system, curling up through her body, making it impossible to think.
And that knife at her side! God!
“I think this is why these fucking chick agents get into this line of work,” Jacobson said. “I think deep down all these little sluts just want somebody to take them in hand and really fuck them up.”
“That’s not true!” she whined.
“Watch, she’s gonna cum when I do this.”
Holloway looked in his eyes, anticipation burning in her as her climax built and built.
Her mouth hung open, tears rolling slowly down her trembling cheeks, leaving black lines.
“Just look at her eyes,” Jacobson said.
“Please...” she gasped. “Don’t...”
She sucked in air to beg for something, for him to continue, for him to let her go, for him to let her cum. There was a hitch in her breath, then she made a tiny squeaking sound as Jacobson pressed her hard into the building, sandwiching her between him and the wall, and pushed his knife into her body.
Her breath sighed out of her lungs, her head falling back, mouth opening even wider as she came against his fingers harder than she’d ever cum in her short life.
“Jesus, what a fucking slut,” Mike said, shaking his head.
Jacobson laughed and pulled the knife out, a gush of blood coming with it.
Holloway stared at him, drowning in a rush of sensation and emotion. She was burning hot and icy cold, terrified, weak from climax and fear.
He’d stabbed her.
She looked down, and the high of her orgasm faded as she watched red seeping down her shirt. Unconsciously, her right hand gripped Jacobson’s coat for support.
“Want another?”
Before she could respond, he drove the knife into her again, drawing a keening sound of agony that faded into red bubbles.
Her body twisted, moving against him like they were lovers.
Holloway’s head rolled weakly, and her eyes caught Mike. She realized that he was filming this, and suddenly, irrationally, that seemed like more of an imposition than the groping, or the murderous blows of the knife.
Then Jacobson twisted the knife, and she would have screamed if she could just get the air into her lungs, but blood was spattering from her lips – lines of red to contrast with the black of her tears and mascara.
She grunted as he jerked her vest up, revealing a smooth white belly. She stared at her own skin, marveling in a strangely extended moment, until Jacobson drew his arm back and rammed the knife deep into her belly.
It hurt, it hurt so bad that her vision was blurring – or possibly that was the loss of blood. She was clinging to him now, desperate to remain standing, to feel his warmth.
Smiling, he patted her cheek, smearing the black streaks of makeup. “We weren’t interested in you, but you definitely made your last moments interesting to us!” he said.
Lightly, he shook off her clutching hands.
“I’ve got a presidential candidate to abduct. See you around, Holloway.”
She sank slowly to the ground, whimpering, staring at nothing.
She thought of nothing, no words, just vague feelings of humiliation and deadly fear receding into a profound sadness.
Without taking it in, she saw the pretty Senator dragged across her field of vision by two burly men – the disgraced agents? Other members of their group chat?
It didn’t matter.
Darkness rose, and Katie Holloway’s head slumped forward in death.
Posted Aug 15, 2024, 1:13 AM UTC