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For the record, Jill called this a terrible idea.
Sure, it was no problem for her to head into the zombie-overrun Raccoon City. Jill Valentine was a trained professional who didn’t blink an eye at the prospect of mowing down the infected. The problem was that she’d been sent in with Claire Redfield, a college student whose older brother Chris was the head of S.T.A.R.S. Claire had no reason to be here, but Chris had insisted on sending her in with Jill to “learn the ropes”.
With a rookie to watch over and coach, Jill had been unable to devote her full attention to their mission, which made it incredibly easy for an elite team of Umbrella operatives to ambush and incapacitate the two women.
Inside one of the many hallways of the Spencer Mansion, Jill Valentine now found herself with her face shoved between Claire Redfield’s petite asscheeks. Her pink granny panties had been stretched up and over her back, with the waistband ending up snapped under Claire’s chin. This was only one of two sets of underwear covering the younger Redfield’s chin, as her own white granny panties had also been snapped over her face before Jill’s.
The two women’s pants had been pulled down, exposing their round, wedgied asses. Jill’s wrists had been tied to Claire’s knees with thick hemp rope, while the same type of rope also bound the latter’s hands together in front of her, keeping them completely immobilized. And, as if to add insult to injury, a rather large vibrator had been sent down the back of Jill’s panties, resting right against her tightly-wedgied crack.
It was quickly becoming harder to tell whether Jill’s moans (which were muffled by the buttcheeks of Claire) were brought on by the pain of being flossed by her own underwear, the humiliation of having her face shoved into someone else’s butt, the pleasurable vibrations traveling through her body… or all three combined.
On the other hand, Claire was trying her best not to panic. Her very first mission, and she’d ended up with her team leader’s face stuck between her cheeks and. The feeling of having someone’s face pressed against her already-wedgied crack was unpleasant, to say the least. But what was even more unpleasant was the knowledge that Umbrella had only put them in this centaur wedgie to draw out and capture Chris.
Chris Redfield was a big prize catch, and the horribly-wedgied duo of his sister and his partner were the bait, flopping around on a hook with their underwear bringing them closer together than anyone ever really should be.
All Claire could do was pray that her brother would be able to get them out of this situation before Umbrella made their move