Clayface does NOT like Halloween…impersonation is HIS shtick!
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“Get back here, Canary!” Clayface roared.
“I’m not Black Canary!” I shrieked as I ran. “It’s just a costume…I was on my way to a party!”
“Nice try, Canary…I’m not buying it.” Sticky globs of clay caught at my ankles and tripped me to the pavement. I landed hard and skidded.
“OWWW!!! Dammit! I think you tore my fishnets! And if you scuffed my leather jacket, I’ll…”
“You’ll do nothing, I have you now, Canary!” he paused. “Hey, you changed your look. I like the glasses!”
“It’s Halloween, dumbass!…everyone is dressed up as someone else…MMMMMPH!!!” I was silenced by a splat of something covering my mouth. At least it wasn’t white and sticky this time. But it smelled so much worse…
“That should keep that smart mouth of yours quiet.” he taunted. He picked me up effortlessly and tossed me over – well, INTO, his shoulder. My wrists were pinned behind me by more globs of his muddy flesh. And I could feel the grip of his ‘hand’ over my ass!
He brought me inside some building and sat me down on a chair, my wrists and ankles glued to the back and legs with rings of his smelly clay. “You can sit here while I figure out what to do with you.”
I mmmphed and glared at him while he looked me up and down. “Wait. You’re really not Canary, are you?
“Mmeh ‘ollh ‘oooo!”
“Huh. So that Halloween party story was true, too?”
“Esssh!”
“Huh. Well, I don’t like it. I don’t like Halloween either. Everyone thinks they can just go around impersonating people. That’s my gig!”
“Emmm ‘orrryh?”
“Whatever. You sit here and think about what you’ve done. I’ll be back.”
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I was stuck in the chair for close to an hour, wriggling energetically and trying to break free, to no avail. His clay had hardened and clung to me, sealing to the chair securely. I wonder if all parts of him get firm and hard, and…NO!!! STOP thinking like that!!! Seriously, Katie, what is wrong with you??
My self-scolding was interrupted when my partner Susan came rushing into the room. My happiness to see her was momentarily derailed by the sight of her in her Halloween costume.
Susan was a gorgeous hardbodied bombshell on an average day; in a cowgirl outfit with shorty-shorts, a red plaid woven shirt knotted above her bare midriff, and her flowing blonde hair, she was utterly stunning. And where did she get those sexy boots??
“There you are!” she scoffed at me. “How did you get in trouble on the way to a party?” It took some time, but she freed me from the clay somehow.
“How did you find me??” I asked her. “Oh, and thanks, by the way.”
“Tracking chip in your costume.” she replied nonchalantly, helping me to my feet.
“You’re tracking me?? Wait…so you know…”
“Yeah, I know where you spent last night. We can talk about how much of security risk random hook-ups are later. Let’s get out of here, and get to the party, ok? I assume you still want to go?”
“Of course I do! I’m the Queen of Halloween, after all.”
“Alright, let’s get out of here before that mountain of mud comes back.”
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In another room of Clayface’s lair, a stunning bombshell blonde squirmed and writhed in bonds of clay that held her to a thick post. She screamed into a thick brown gag, but barely any sound made it through the hardened mud.
Her writhing had popped all the buttons on the plaid top of her cowgirl costume (although the buttons had been working overtime already and were doomed to fail). Her heaving chest was bare except for traces of mud that looked suspiciously like groping hand prints…
‘Dammit, Katie,’ Susan angrily thought. ‘How can you get us in this much trouble on the way to a silly party?’
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I hope you enjoyed this little slice of a Halloween tale and the fun artwork by AlucardsSpirit.
Many of you who know me know that Halloween is my favorite holiday of the year, and I usually go all out on decor and creating a haunted garage for kids in my neighborhood to enjoy.
I usually do some specific stories and commission some artwork for Halloween too, I even got a group of friends to collaborate on a whole set of stories one year. This year, I don’t know…for reasons, I’ve had trouble getting into the spirit and I almost let the holiday pass without doing any posts at all.
Fortunately my friend Alucard picked me up out of my depressed funk, brushed me off, and kicked me in the ass to work with him on this little fun Agent Katie as Black Canary image. He knows she’s my favorite superheroine and the only one I’ve ever cosplayed.
(although some would consider CallMePlisskin ‘s Captain Catherine a superheroine, and I did go as her for Halloween last year)
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!
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Agent Katie catches her mark with his pants down (literally) and it seems as though she’ll close the case and prevent the villain’s planned disaster.
Unless, of course, the villain has some counter-trap planned…
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I had notorious eco-terrorist Dr. Noah Rainstein right where I wanted him…as my alter ego Katharine DikTeese, I had worked my way into his confidence and into his private residence – and into his bed.
Now before you get any ideas, nothing has happened yet – I’m not that kind of girl! Well, actually, I kind am, but THIS TIME nothing has happened yet!!
Rainstein had spent the last hour bragging about his ‘weather dominator’ machine and how he would use it to bring the country to its knees begging him to save them. There was a LOT of domination talk going on, actually. Probably compensating for something…
He of course included me as a target of his domination, but in a very different way. After undressing me, figuratively and literally, he left me naked in his bedroom while he went to refill our champagne glasses.
Well, as soon as he got back, I’d reveal my trap and put him under arrest. Although…the champagne was mighty tasty…and he was kinda handsome…I could spring the trap later…NOOOO! Focus, Katie! Get the job done and get out of here without compromising yourself!!
When he returned to the room, I was ready.
“Where in the hell did you hide that gun?” was his only initial reaction.
“Trade secret.” I replied. “Thanks for monologuing all your plans, chump! But your evil plans have been foiled by the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. again!!”
“Oh, please,” he replied, still holding the champagne glasses – which was really tasty champagne, did I mention that? – and grinning his smug grin. “You don’t think I knew that you were Agent Katie from the beginning? I mean, at least change your glasses and hair!”
I kept the gun leveled gun on him. “And yet you monologued your plans, and walked into my trap. Not too bright, unless…” UH OH…the realization hit me that I might not be as in control here as I thought I was…
Rainstein chuckled, then sighed. “Well, I usually prefer to enjoy an intimate evening of passion with you undercover agents before springing MY trap on THEM, but sadly I think we’ll have to forgo that step this evening…”
He set the champagne glasses on a side table and flipped the lid on a device on his desk with an ominous red button. His index finger hovered above it.
Aw, crap on a cracker...I wondered if it was too late to discuss the intimate evening of passion??
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OH POOR QUINN… Rudy the big boss has finally lost his patience with goblin bruvs Joe and John, and he’s taking their lady-pet away. Will he finally give her some attention and keep her for himself? Or will he cast her away?
Hopefully he remembers that she’s shackled and collared to the floor before he tries to drag her off!
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art by @WarewolfBarMitzvah, dialogue by me.
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In part 1, our lovely lady jogger, who I’ve since named Quinn, was accosted by a giant wurm and a trio of desert goblins.
In part 2, Quinn agreed to go with the goblins if they protected her from the wurm, and they ‘led’ her back to their lair.
In parts 3 and 4, Quinn became the plaything of the goblin minions…but disturbed the ‘re-lax-ashun’ time of ‘Rudy’ their leader.
In parts 5 and 6, she ‘serves’ as Rudy’s footstool…but he’s still irritated with her.
What will Rudy do with poor Quinn?? ‘Rudy’ is an OC of @WarewolfBarMitzvah
I promise you’ll see more of Quinn soon.
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Shout out to WareWolfBarmitzvah for the amazing community he’s built on his discord server. Everyone there is awesome about coaching and mentoring in a really collaborative environment where egos are put aside, art is freely shared, and feedback is welcomed.
Thanks to all the creative partners in our Agents of SP.A.N.K. community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! Positive Reinforcement is a commodity freely exchanged there, and one that grows in value the more its given.
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Evie: “Any beach can be a nude beach as long as no one complains…you’re not complaining, are you?”
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I’m sure all you creative kinksters out there can come up with an even BETTER caption than that!
SHOW ME! Add your caption in the comments below and I’ll give shoutouts to my favorites on the next post!
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Today’s post is the first of a new experiment, “Quick Bites Tuesday.”
And who better to kick off the series than my beloved Evie??
I got started sharing my prose writing saucy captions for images that came across my dashboard on Tumblr. They were usually quick, instant reactions to what I saw…the first thing that popped into my head.
In a conversation with CallMePlisskin he suggested giving it a try here, too, and shared some good ideas for format and content. Since it was his idea, I’m hoping at some point I’ll be able to use one of HIS many pinups or sketches of Evie as a future Quick Bite.
This artwork is by my friend and collaborator @ArtofVenus
Wow, it’s been waaaay too long since we’ve heard from Lisbeth!
Special thanks to my collab partner @Saurian-Shade for his patience!
See my WordPress site for the full uncensored version: katied.life/
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The chain was yanked taut again, jerking the thick iron collar at my neck and tugging me forward. “Keep movin’, lil’ thief,” the heavy-set dark-skinned orc snarled.
“I would, if your bruv here wasn’t hanging onto my tit!” I retorted. The green-skinned orc wasn’t just squeezing my entire breast; his other hand palmed my head, forcing me to look up at him.
“Shut yer mouth while ya can, girl,” the leader growled back. “It gonna be stretched wide th’ rest of th’ night.” He grinned and grabbed his engorged cock just in case I didn’t catch his meaning.
“Yeah, all night,” a third orc said from behind me. “Yer gunna be a busy lil’ fuck-toy, lil’ thief.”
“Sure, you’re all reaaal brave with three of you beasts against one tied up girl,” I snorted. “I dare any of you to untie me and take me on in a fair fight, you cucco-shit ogre-fuckers!”
“We could…” the dark-skinned leader mused. “But we don’ want to damage that fine body of yers. ‘Least not before we get th’ chance t’ enjoy it for a while.”
I grimaced. I really screwed up this time. I was fucked, but not as fucked as I was going to be.
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When you’re as skilled a thief as me, everythingseems easy. Which is dangerous, because having it easy leads to being complacent.
I discovered the village’s offerings to the orcs by accident. I saw villagers carrying food, wine, and medicine into the ruins of a temple – monthly bribes to keep the orcs from raiding.
The next month, I hid out and waited. As soon as the villagers left, I helped myself. The food was mediocre; the wine was awful. The medicine, however, was valuable. I happily took it all.
It was such an easy take that the next month I helped myself again. It did occur to me that the orcs might be a little upset to not get their bribes, but that was the villagers’ problem, not mine.
Regrettably I ‘went to the well’ one too many times. The villagers doubled back and found me half-drunk and gorging myself on the orcs’ food. They seized me, stripped me, and bound my wrists, then chained me to the altar with an iron collar, to be an additional offering for the orcs!
If the orcs were disappointed to find me lying among the remnants of their food and wine, they didn’t show it. They instead seemed amused and quite excited. They tore my collar’s anchor from the altar and used the chain to drag me down the stone steps and out into the sunshine.
Along with a gratuitous amount of groping and taunting, of course. They were eager to humiliate and take revenge upon the ‘lil’ thief’ who had stolen their bribes. And likely even more eager to take a fair-skinned naked curvy blonde back to their camp as a new slave girl.
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Arrival in their camp caused a stir as activity paused and orcs stepped forward to watch us pass. The dark-skinned leader wrapped my chain around his fist to draw me closer and the other two took defensive positions on our flanks. We kept to the camp’s perimeter, toward some tents.
“Ain’t ya gonna present ‘er to th’ chief?” one of the two asked.
“Tomorrow. He’ll make us share ‘er. Tonight she’s jus’ ours. Let’s get ‘er to my tent.”
Once inside, they attached my chain to a ring set in the center pole. I could still be pulled to each corner of the small tent, though. They left me alone for a few moments while they stowed their gear, then the leader settled on the pile of pelts that served as a bed with a weary sigh.
“C’mere, girl,” he said, spreading his legs apart while motioning to me.
I gulped as I saw his large member already at half-mast again. I took a tentative step forward.
“No.” he said flatly. He pointed to the floor between his knees. “Crawl.”
‘Typical,’ I muttered under my breath. ‘I get the one orc who doesn’t want to just bend me over something and go at it.’ I glared at him as I sank to my knees and shuffled forward. I’d obey, but wanted him to know I wasn’t happy about it.
My defiance must have amused him, because he smirked while I approached. I broke eye contact to look at the beastly cock before me. ‘Goddess help me, how am I ever going to manage this?’ I wondered. I sighed and resigned myself to just doing the best I could.
I twisted my wrists in the rough coils of rope so that my palms faced inward and I could use my hands and fingers to grasp the thick shaft and run my thumbs over the moist tip.
It wasn’t my first monster cock, and it likely wouldn’t be my last. I did what I’d done before – use only my tongue as long as possible, avoid getting the nasty thing in my mouth, try not to retch.
It worked for a while and I almost thought I’d get away with it, until he got impatient and I felt a massive hand cup the back of my head. After that he was in control and I was along for the ride.
‘Along for the ride’ pretty much described the rest of the evening. After the leader shot his thick musky load into my throat, he pointed at another, who grabbed my chain and dragged me over.
I dutifully serviced him while the third orc groped my breasts and ran thick fingers between my legs. After the second orc came into my mouth, the two of them simply picked me up and spun me around so I could put my oral skills to work on the third.
By the time I finished off the last orc, while the other toyed with me, my body was giving in to the carnal decadence. I was panting heavily and my skin was flushed. I told myself I couldn’t help my body’s reactions while they had total control of me. None of this was my choice – right?
That’s why when they returned me to their leader, I was ready and eager to be fucked. They lifted me up, each with one hand around my upper arm and one hand under my thighs, and carried me over to him. The leader grasped my hips and guided me onto his massive cock.
We both were surprised how easily he cleaved inside me and slid me down his thick shaft. I gasped when his tip first pushed its way in, and let out a long moan while he delved deep. When he hilted inside, my eyelids fluttered with eyes rolled back. My mouth stayed open in a silent cry.
He gripped me with his huge strong hands and effortlessly shifted me about again. The sight of his long dark fingers pressing into my creamy flesh sent thrills through me. I craved being touched; I brought my bound wrists up to caress and pinch my own nipples and breasts.
The first time I came, I hid it as best I could. I stifled my cries and suppressed the trembling of my body. I don’t think I fooled them. I barely tried to hide the second. By the time the third hit, I was loudly reveling in my body-shaking climax.
The leader took his time cumming, enjoying me as long as he could. But once he was done, he immediately motioned for the other two to pull me off him and take me for themselves.
One placed his hands under my rear, lifted me up, and mounted me upon him. I slipped my arms over his head and rested my bound wrists on the back of his neck while he thrust into me.
The third must have decided he didn’t want to wait his turn, for suddenly I felt him prodding at my other, tighter opening. “Nnnn-nooo,” I pleaded softly, but it was already too late. He pushed his way inside and I found myself mounted on two large orcs at once.
Soon after, they lifted and turned me around so they could trade sides. Before long I found myself on their leader again; all of them used my mouth, pussy and ass to satisfy their desires.
I was delirious with carnal pleasures; I lost track of which orc was which or whose turn was next. Again and again they picked me up, tossed me around, and took turns with me as they wished.
Even the chain to my collar rattled and shook noisily in time with my own loud throes of passion.
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Hours later I emerged from a haze of passion and lust to find my body and limbs entwined with three snoring orcs. My hair was a tangled matted mess that hid half of my face and my skin was coated with blotches and streaks of evidence of the debauchery of the night before.
Before they passed out the orcs must have figured the collar and chain would be enough, and released my wrists from the ropes. They must have forgotten I was a skilled thief. There were several different items within reach that I could have chosen to pick the locks that held me.
Dawn was just breaking over the quiet encampment as I slipped out of the tent and away into the cover of the nearby woods. It would be a long and nervous naked journey back to the temple, where I hoped to find my clothes and gear.
Back at the temple, I looked at the altar where I’d been chained. It still held scraps of meat and bread and stains of wine. A month from now, it would once again be heaped with food and drink.
The villagers and orcs would never think that I’d be brave – or reckless – enough to return. They didn’t know me. They didn’t know that I was often both!
And what if I got caught again?
Well, I’ve had worse Saturday nights.
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And watch for more with Lisbeth soon!
KatieD
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The boglins carried me off into the passageways of the ship, continuing their noisy celebration and continuing to gratuitously grope and fondle my naked form. There was a brief kerfuffle when other boglins insisted on ‘getting their turn’ carrying me, though.
I endured much jostling and jolting as one set of boglins traded places with the other. I tried to point out that it might be easier to set me down and have the new group pick me up again, but my suggestions went unheeded amidst the raucous banter and laughter.
The thing I noticed about being manhandled by amphibians- or bog-handled?? – was the cold hands of the new group…apparently my body heat warmed the hands of the first group, so the new group’s cold fingers raised gooseflesh on my body all over again!
At least that’s the reason I told myself that my nipples were getting hard and I was gasping from cold hands grabbing at me. Certainly not because I was getting aroused from being bog-handled and carried around helplessly like a championship trophy.
NOPE! It was the cold hands, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
The boglins took me back to the ship’s galley we’d passed earlier. Of course, they took the long way around again, making almost another complete circuit of the ship. Along the way, more boglins joined in the procession and cheering, following along behind us.
I had to admit, being taken into and through a kitchen was a little unnerving, with the implications of cooking and preparing meals…but that was NOT what ‘The Chef’ was known for doing with his human female captives. He was much more interested in creating his culinary works of art. So far, that seemed to be their plan for me as well.
Through the galley we entered a large mess hall. As we entered, I saw tables and chairs pushed aside to create an open area with a large table in the center. Other boglins were standing around the table, which held the wriggling figure of Junior Agent Natalie.
Of course, even before we entered the large room I could hear Natalie’s loud cries and gasps. She was making quite curious sounds – they were somewhere between anguished tormented wails, and the sounds of a woman in the throes of passion.
As we got closer, I could see why. Junior Agent Natalie was stretched out on the tabletop on her back. Her fair skin was covered in a thick brown glaze of sorts, with small flakes of white on its surface. And a quartet of boglins was licking it off of her!
A fifth boglin was standing on the tabletop, pouring more glaze onto the parts of Natalie that had been licked clean…mostly her breasts and inner thighs, of course. He looked up as the procession entered the room. “Chef!” he called out. “We’re out of sea salt again!”
Grime gestured toward Natalie and her eager tormentors. “As you see, Agent Katie, your pretty young agent makes a very sexy and entertaining Salted Caramel Cheesecake. I provided the caramel and salt, she’s the cheesecake!” He laughed loudly at his own joke.
“You cretin!” I snarled at him. “Tell your minions to stop torturing her this instant!”
Grime put a hand to his ear. “Torture? Those don’t sound like the noises of a human female being tortured…no, sounds to me as if Agent Natalie is enjoying herself immensely. According to the telemetry from her collar…” He paused as he consulted a flickering screen. “…she’s had…seventeen orgasms since her capture.”
“Fiend.” I muttered. “She’s just a junior agent…she doesn’t deserve this!”
“On the contrary,” he retorted with an amused smirk. “You offered her as bait for me, and I took the bait – just as you intended. It’s not my fault you weren’t there to spring the trap. We’ve actually been kind, entertaining her while she waited days for you to rescue her.”
He chuckled as I looked at Natalie, squirming on the table, looking at me with pleading eyes. “And I must agree she does make effective bait…she lured you here, after all.”
“Yes, and here I am. I submitted, as you demanded. Now set her free, like you promised!”
Grime took on a surprised look. “Oh, no, no, dear Agent Katie. I never promised to set her free. I only agreed to let you take her place. And you will…here on this table, right now.”
“You lying, no-good, scum-sucking, sorry excuse for a space frog, mother-f….”
“Agent Katie!” Grime interrupted. “Please, let’s be civilized about this. One more vulgar outburst, and I’ll have the boys wash your mouth with soap along with the rest of you!”
Grime turned to the boglins still happily lapping at Natalie’s glaze-covered flesh. “That’s enough for now, boys…it’s time for Agent Katie to take her place. Take Agent Natalie to get cleaned up and restrained inside a sleep pod…I’m sure she could use a break.”
The boglins on the table groaned, but followed orders. They lifted her to a sitting position and tried to help her to her feet, but she was too weak to stand. A few more boglins joined them and together they carried the softly moaning girl out of the room.
“Be strong, Natalie!” I called to her as she disappeared. “I’ll get us out of this!” I hoped I sounded more confident to Natalie and the boglins than I did to myself.
Grime pushed a button and the table cleaned itself of the residue that had dripped off – and from – Agent Natalie. His minions laid me on my back on the table and stretched my arms and legs out toward the corners. I heard my shackles click as they turned red and attached to the tabletop. No amount of tugging or squirming could make them budge.
“You boys get the lovely Agent Katie washed while I go collect our ingredients,” Grime instructed before walking away to a chorus of ‘Agent Girl Sundae! Agent Girl Sundae!’
“Dammit, Grime, I will make you pay for this…” I looked anxiously at the boglins stepping closer with buckets of water, soap, and scrub brushes. “I’ll make you all pay for this!”
I’ll say one thing about Grime’s boglin minions, they took their jobs seriously. When he instructed them to ‘wash me,’ they took their time and were extremely thorough. I thought I was pretty clean when the first group gave me a once-over, but then a second group stepped up to start the process all over again. Such attentive little creatures!
Grime, Gorman and Brat soon returned with pitchers and small containers. Grime shooed the cleaning boglins back, but let them stay for his ‘next culinary masterpiece.’
I eyed them warily. “Grime, I’m as kinky as the next girl, but this is ridiculous. You think a little bit of groping and licking is going to break me? I just need to hold on until Director Alucard gets ahold of your boss! You’ll never get me to talk, you perverted freak!”
Grime replied with a sneer. “I don’t need you to talk at all, Agent Katie.” He motioned to Gorman. “I actually find gagged moaning just as alluring as loud begging. And if you’re silenced I don’t have to listen to your insults any more.” He grinned as Gorman stuffed the plug part of a panel gag into my mouth and buckled it tightly into place.
I ‘mmmphed’ angrily and tugged against my restraints. I know the little show of defiance was exactly what he wanted to see and hear. But it made me feel a little better.
‘The Chef’ began by pouring a thin cream over my abdomen, coating my breasts and making a puddle of it on my tummy. “This is the finest dolce de leche,” he explained while Brat and Gorman spread it all over my flesh with their bare hands. “I prefer it to ice cream because despite the nice effect cold has on human female nipples, ice cream makes captives flail about too much. I prefer to see my artwork writhing sensually.”
He had a point. The warm cream moistened my skin and made the boglins’ hands feel slick as they roamed all over me. I suppressed a sigh. I couldn’t deny that it felt like a warm oil massage. If I closed my eyes and imagined a hunky masseuse, anyway.
Next, Grime poured lukewarm chocolate sauce in thin strips and little puddles everywhere. I saw Gorman and Brat with wide eyes and broad grins, licking their lips.
“Not yet, boys,” Grime warned after seeing their eagerness. “We still have to add the finishing touches.” He produced a colorful aerosol can and popped off the red plastic top. “One of my favorite human inventions,” he mused, shaking the can and then shooting a stream of whipped cream directly into his mouth.
He leaned over me and moved the nozzle in circles to create little mounds of whipped cream over both my breasts and between my legs. Now THAT was cold! “Sorry about that,” he chuckled as I flinched. “It has to be cold to create a firm, perky little mound.”
I glared at him as the cold made me flex my hips and my chest rose and fell rapidly.
He set the can down and picked up a small container. “And now, for the ‘pièce de résistance’ that might cause you to lose your ‘résistance.’ He plucked out individual cherries and carefully placed them on top of the mounds of whipped cream.
“Voila!” He cried, making a ‘chef’s kiss’ motion while ginning down at me. All the boglins watching from around the room cheered. “Agent Girl Sundae! Agent Girl Sundae!”
I was filled with apprehension as the three closed in around me. My eyes flickered between each, wary of what was to come next. I could see the rest inching closer to get a better view. I began tugging against my restraints and twisting my shoulders and hips.
I heard a click and noticed that the lights on my shackles had turned green. Suddenly, I could twist and pivot my arms and legs, although the shackles still clung to the tabletop.
“Oh, yes, my dear Agent Katie,” Grime teased. “Please feel free to writhe and wriggle to your heart’s content. In fact, I encourage it! The more energetic your struggles, the more my boys and I will try to make you squirm. And the more delightful work of art you’ll be!”
“Mmmmm…Mmmmh!!” I pleaded through the gag. I instinctively tried to scoot away, but the shackles wouldn’t let me lift my arms or legs, or move myself across the table.
Gorman was the first to make contact with me. He met my gaze as he stuck out his long thin tongue and began to lap at the sole of one of my bare feet. It tickled, especially with the slick cream on my smooth skin, and I squealed into the gag. I tried desperately to pull my foot away from him, but I was helpless to do any more than flex my foot around. My thigh began to tense and tremble when I couldn’t escape his relentless foot licking!
I saw movement to my side and saw Brat leaning over the edge of the table toward me. I recoiled with a squeaking noise into the gag and tried to slide my upper body away.
He laid his wide flat tongue against my side and licked up the line of my ribs until he reached the side of my breast. The scratchy surface of his tongue made me flinch and try in vain to roll my body away. If I turned and lifted my body away, he continued tickling my ribs. When I’d fall back onto the table, he’d continue to tease and lap at my breast.
“Nnnngh! Unnnh…ahhh!” I couldn’t keep myself from crying out as I squirmed and flailed between the fast-moving tongues of my assailants. “Nnnnuhh! Nuh! Nuh!” I was actually grateful for the gag, or I’d be screaming and wailing much louder than Natalie had!
Grime paused and watched his boys get me worked up and writhing before he joined in. When he was ready, he climbed back on the table and stood ominously between my splayed legs. He waited until I made eye contact and then gave me a wicked look. He was enjoying seeing me thrashing about and hearing my increasingly agitated cries.
My eyes grew wide when I saw the triumphant look on his face. He was more than just a proud artist at the moment. He was more than a hunter toying with his prey.
He was savoring every moment of my defeat. I’d thwarted and humiliated him for so long. He was going to take his time and indulge in dominating and humiliating me.
“Why, Agent Katie,” he sneered. “You look deliciously helpless. I already know how those ingredients on top of you will taste. I want to know how you taste on the inside.” He pointedly looked down between my legs as he knelt and put his hands on my legs.
“Nnnnuhh! Nuh! Nuh! Nuh!” I shrieked, beginning to panic. Brat and Gorman already had me close to a sensory overload. If he joined in…by licking and lapping at me…I’d lose it!
Holding on to my shins, he ducked his head between my thighs and used just the tip of his tongue to probe at my most vulnerable intimate spot. I squealed and tried to scoot further up the table, but his tongue reached much further than I could move away!
“Unnnngh…unf…unnhh…ungh…” My muffled protests were giving way to whimpers and moans. He’d just begun, and I was already losing control over my own body. Before long I’d succumb to what would likely be the first of many orgasms. Oh, no…I’m going to cum screaming in front of all of them! How in the hell did Natalie endure this for three days??
My body was trembling uncontrollably, my legs and arms tensing. My abs clenched. This was it, I was going to capitulate and give Grime the submission he wanted.
“WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?” A booming voice came from just above me and echoed in the room. Grime froze and his head snapped up toward the giant holo-screen that had lit up just over my head. An angry-looking boglin stared down at me.
“Boss!” Grime said, shocked and fearful. “I was just gonna call you! Look who I caught!”
“I just had an unpleasant call from Earth,” the ‘boss’ continued. “Hunting treaties with Earth help keep the peace and protect Earth’s human female supply from depopulation. The MiB are willing to overlook a little over-hunting, but you’ve gone too far this time!”
“But boss!” Grime protested. “This is Agent Katie! She’s been preventing us from filling our hunting quotas…she’s in violation of the treaties, too!” he whined.
The boss looked thoughtful. “You do have a point. This does warrant further discussion.”
“Great! So we can continue enjoying our Agent-girl Sundae?” Grime said hopefully.
“NO.” the boss replied forcefully. “Bring her to me.”
to be continued…
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Ok, ok, this one went really long…but I was having so much f’n fun with the scene I just kept going!
Will there be another image? Not sure…we’ll have to see.
See my WordPress site for a version without the whipped cream topping…
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I did my best to stay still and passive and let the tractor beam pull me up into Grime’s ship. Once I rose higher than my house, though, I began to fidget nervously again.
The problem was, since I was ‘floating’ I had no leverage, nothing to push against. My shackles were still rigidly clamped together. As I wriggled, my hips, waist and shoulders pivoted in different directions but my ankles and wrists stayed locked in parallel.
That kinda freaked me out, but the more I tried NOT to move, the more I fish-tailed around! When I moved my head, my hair swished slowly around and into my face. And when I pulled my shoulders back, my breasts began lifting up into the beam’s pull!
By the time I passed through the ship’s portal and into a cargo area, I was contorted and still rising, as TV personality Ms. Maisel would say, ‘tits-up!’ When I could see inside, I saw more of Grime’s crew waiting to receive me like a welcoming party. How sweet!
The ‘sweet’ little boglin minions were all too happy to grab ahold of me and pull me out of the green beam, causing me to roll and pivot even more. When I felt the tug of gravity return, I dropped into their arms face down.
I could feel little hands holding my shins, thighs, hips, shoulders – and cupping my breasts! My rear was jutting up into the air, and a boglin was grabbing me there, too! And I think one was caressing my bare feet! No…he was licking my feet!
“Hey!! You little monsters! Stop that!” I cried out, wriggling and squirming as hands grabbed and groped everywhere. “Get your hands off me, you damn dirty…amphibians!”
They replied with a chorus of laughter and then a couple started chanting: “We got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie!”
What the…how do all these guys know who I am…and why are they so excited?
I knew this did not bode well for me.
They slowly rolled me over onto my back, their hands now cupping under my shoulders, knees and rear…and still playing with my bare feet. Then I saw something that helped explain how they knew me by sight: there was a huge wanted poster of me on the wall!
“WANTED! AGENT KATIE!” It read in big red letters. “FOR MEDDLING, BEING AN ANNOYING DO-GOODER, A CLOYING TRY-HARD, HIGH MAINTENANCE, DIFFICULT TO WORK WITH, AND OTHER GENERAL CRIMES AGAINST BOG-MANITY.”
“WHAT??” I cried. “I am NOT difficult to work with!”
“We got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie,” they continued as they carried me out a side door leading from the cargo hold into a long passageway.
We passed a doorway where I heard anguished female cries begging for mercy. It didn’t sound like Junior Agent Natalie though – how many women did they have on this ship?
We took a left turn, and then another. We passed a control room where other boglins waved and cheered. Then another left turn, past a galley and a sauna that smelled like a putrid swamp. And then one more left turn, and…
…we were back in the cargo hold, entering through a door opposite the one we exited.
Grime, Gorman and Brat were standing there, looking impatient. “Where did you idiots go? Where did you take her?” Grime demanded.
“Victory lap! We got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-get Ka-tie!”
“You mean I got Agent Katie, you morons!” Grime face-palmed with his long fingers. “Whatever. Let’s take her to her other agent so she sees what we have planned for her.”
“Agent-girl Dessert tonight!” one cheered jubilantly.
“We gonna have an agent-girl cherries jubilee, Chef?” one asked hopefully. “Or agent-girl berries and cream?”
“Oh! What about agent-girl a-la-mode?” asked another.
Grime grinned and motioned for his crew to settle down. He stood next to me and looked slowly up and down my naked form still resting in the arms of his minions.
“No, I think we need to think bigger than that…something very special, a way that we can all enjoy her for a very long while…”
“AGENT-GIRL SUNDAE!!!!” Brat and Gorman yelled enthusiastically, and high-foured each other again. The rest of them joined in another chorus while they carried me away again.
“We got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie!”
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OH POOR QUINN…it just keeps getting worse for her…goblin bruvs Joe and John keep tormenting their pet, and the big boss Rudy STILL won’t touch her!
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DISCLAIMERS: First off, I love Ryan Reynolds and I’m sure he’d totally laugh with me about this while I pretty much did anythinghe asked me to. BUT his ‘Welcome to Wrexham’ series is such a blatant self-promoting tax-dump farce…
…almost as much of a farce as English Men’s professional football. I’ve never seen a bigger bunch of whining floppers!!! And don’t get me started on their fans…
Note I said MEN’S football. English Women’s football I have total respect for, as well as ANY women’s soccer team. They work so much harder for a fraction of the pay, and when they get hit, they get up, wipe off the blood, and keep playing. #playlikeagirl
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In part 1, our lovely lady jogger, who I’ve since named Quinn, was accosted by a giant wurm and a trio of desert goblins.
In part 2, Quinn agreed to go with the goblins if they protected her from the wurm, and they ‘led’ her back to their lair.
In parts 3 and 4, Quinn became the plaything of the goblin minions…but disturbed the ‘re-lax-ashun’ time of ‘Rudy’ their leader.
In parts 5 and 6, she ‘serves’ as Rudy’s footstool…but he’s still irritated with her.
Will Quinn be able to stay still enough for Rudy the boss to relax?
Or will she continue to irritate him by interrupting his shows? ‘Rudy’ is an OC of @WarewolfBarMitzvah
I promise you’ll see more of Quinn soon.
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I stood there glumly in my failure, half-naked and held at gunpoint in my own bedroom.
My carefully laid trap for the alien rogue hunter ‘Grime’ had been discovered; my junior agent had been captured and was being tortured by his crew, and I was soon to join her.
With a little luck, I might be able to rescue her and find a way for both of us to escape. If not, my hope was to win her freedom by taking her place as a prisoner aboard the boglins’ ship. That, of course, depended upon my captors honoring their agreement.
Grime was also known as ‘The Chef’ for his practice of turning his captive human women into food-themed works of art and sexually tormenting them for the amusement of himself and others. Soon, I would join the list of those he’d humiliated and degraded.
I was also about to find out what was worse than being half-naked and held at gunpoint in my own bedroom – to be fully naked, collared, shackled, and transported elsewhere!
Despite my promise to ‘go quietly,’ Grime and his boys insisted I be restrained first. Brat, the smallest and youngest boglin – and the most enthusiastic – came bouncing back into the room holding a set of high-tech restraints with glowing lights. “Gots ‘em, boss!”
“Can I do the stripping of her, boss?” asked Gorman, the boglin holding the gun on me. “Long time it’s been since a prisoner shot-got! Reeeeeel good I’ve been! Pleeeease?”
“Wait, you don’t need to strip me,” I cried. “C’mon, at least wait ‘til we’re on your ship?”
“You’re right, we don’t need to strip you,” Grime said, looking me up and down.
“You don’t?” I replied, surprised. “I mean, no, you don’t! Yes, thank you!”
Grime chuckled. “No, I mean you should strip yourself!” His crew laughed loudly, too.
“You guys suck,” I muttered while I lifted my crop-top over my breasts. As soon as it was over my head, I looked around and saw all three of them staring at me hungrily. Gorman actually licked his lips. Their eyes bulged as I wriggled my panties down over my hips.
“Hanns back, hooman agent girl,” said Brat from on the bed behind me. I grudgingly placed my wrists in the small of my back, resting my hands on my rear. I felt Brat’s cold hands grip my arm and then a cool surface wrap around my wrist and latch tight.
After he placed the second one on me, I heard a soft click and the shackles pulsed. I looked over my shoulder and noticed the lights on them had turned green. I also found I could move them slightly. I could twist my wrists and arms, but not pull them apart!
With my wrists restrained, Gorman finally holstered his alien pistol. Brat tossed him two shackles and Gorman knelt before me to attach them to my ankles. His slimy fingers gripped my lower leg and lingered there far longer than they needed to.
Brat tossed the last restraint to Grime so he could collar me himself. In different circumstances, I might consider the act of him collaring me symbolic of him claiming me. In this case, though, I considered it simply him keeping his prisoner in control.
He looked up at me, our height difference suddenly quite significant. He wasn’t going to be able to collar me without my help. He pointed to the floor in front of me. “Down.”
I laughed. “No. There’s no way I’m kneeling for you, you nasty woman-poacher. What are you, like three feet tall? Or three feet short?”
Grime frowned but didn’t reply. He plucked a gadget from his belt and pressed a button. With a buzz the shackles at my wrists and ankles snapped together with a ‘clack’ sound.
I could no longer twist my wrists around; the parallel shackles held them together rigidly. I could see the lights on my ankle shackles had now turned a glowing red.
“Brat, if you will, please,” Grime said, motioning toward me with his fingers. Brat gave me a firm shove in the back, and with my ankles locked tight, I had no choice but to fall forward onto my knees. “Thank you, Brat,” he said with a grin.
Grime stepped forward with the collar open and reached out toward my throat. Despite my instinct to resist, I knew it was futile. The collar was going on, one way or another. I lifted my chin up and exposed my neck to him in a sign of my submission.
The rigid outer shell of the collar had a softer rubbery material inside. It felt cool and smooth around my neck. Like the shackles, it adjusted to make a snug fit on my skin.
Grime pressed a button and the shackles unclasped from each other while staying firmly about my ankles. I looked down and saw the lights had switched back to green. Another button press, and the collar itself seemed to be propelling me upward. I had to scramble to my feet to avoid having the collar choking me. I could see its red glow.
“I believe you now understand you are utterly within my control, Agent Katie?” he smirked. “I could make you dance like a puppet if I wished.” He chuckled. “Perhaps later. But now, I believe it is time to transport you to my ship.” He gestured toward the door.
I was able to take short steps in my green-lit ankle cuffs, while the red-lit wrist cuffs kept my arms pinned behind me. The red-lit collar tugged and nudged me along as Grime wished, through the house and out the patio door into my backyard. He positioned me in the center of the yard before pressing the button that snapped my ankles back together.
I looked around expectantly, waiting to see what would happen next. I didn’t have to wait long. With a low hum, a column of green light enveloped me from above. Nothing else happened for a moment. Then I suddenly felt weightless, and began rising into the air!
The sensation of floating while tightly bound was so unnerving! I wriggled and thrashed briefly until I relaxed and gave myself over to the force lifting me up into the light. I glanced down to see Gorman and Brat high-fouring each other.
“Agent Girl Dessert tonight!” they cheered triumphantly.
The last, lingering image I saw as I ascended into Grime’s ship was my captor’s smug smiling face while he watched his prize being loaded into his ship. I didn’t know yet exactly what his plans were for me, but I knew I likely wouldn’t enjoy them…and that whatever they were, they were completely, utterly out of my control.
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I watched in dismay as the bedroom door slowly swung shut with me on the inside. Dismay turned to shock as I saw the green creature hiding behind it. He had a gleam in his eyes and a broad grin spreading across his wide face.
Froglins.Why did it always have to be froglins?
Seriously, did these guys have a union, or something? Did they plot in chat rooms, compare notes, and take turns kidnapping me?
“We has you now, hooman agent girl,” said a voice behind me. I whirled to see a smaller yellow froglin in a dark space-suit who had hopped up on my bed.
“Hanns up, toad bait!” commanded another in a green suit as he emerged from my closet, aiming a scary looking alien gun at me. Immediately I did as I was told.
“Ahh, Agent Katie,” said the one by the door. His melodious tone sounded smug. “You as all causes of my troubles, I has happiness greatly to have you in my clutching hands.”
Agent girl…toad bait…Katie…these guys knew who I was? That was not good…
“Who…who are you guys…how do you…how do you know me? What do you want?” I twisted back and forth, trying to keep them all in view and determine the greatest threat.
“Pretending not knowledge having of me?” The one in the red suit said. “Insulting to the most. Respecting failure toward your imprisoner! Compensation making shall you after that!” Apparently he was the leader of this trio of pests.
“Uhhh…why do you guys talk so funny?” I asked, a quizzical look on my face. “The last batch of froglins to abduct me were quite well spoken. Not to mention, more polite.”
“Whatevers?” The leader said in a confused tone, his green head tilting to one side. “Oh, copulation!” he cried, and rapped his knuckles against the side of his head. He blinked twice. “I see. It seems my universal translator was not optimally tuned. That better?”
“If you say so,” I replied with a smirk. “I’m still knowledge not has-ing of you.”
“Mock me not, girl. You are in much more trouble than you realize. I have a grudge to settle, and it’s a debt I’ll claim through the repeated use of your human female form.”
I sighed. ‘Just like every other froglin.’ I scowled at him. “Seriously, can’t I just pay the debt through Venmo? CashApp? Oh, wait, let me guess, you old guys still use PayPal.”
“Do not be insulting of the mighty Grime!” the one with the gun screeched. “The Great Chef is of the order that is highest! Deserving of your respect and submission is he!”
I jerked my thumb in his direction. “His translator broken, too?”
“No. That’s Gorman. He just talks like that. The one checking out your ass is Brat.”
“Hi!” chirped the little one. “The Chef gonna make a sweet-sweet dessert with you!”
Waitaminit…’Grime?’ ‘The Chef?’ This guy is Grime? He’s the target of my next mission!
“Wait…you??” I asked the leader incredulously. “You’re the infamous Grime ‘The Chef?’ But…you know me…how…how did you find me?”
“Yes, it is I, Grime the Great. Our meeting is long overdue, Agent Katie. For months I have sought to capture you, and for months you have been tracking me. I know you have gone to great lengths to set a trap for me. I decided to come find you instead.”
I found myself nodding along as he monologued. Grime was an intergalactic hunter gone rogue, ignoring treaties limiting abductions of earth women. He and his crew had far exceeded the limit of his license, taking dozens of extra captives to his home world.
He was also known as ‘The Chef’ for his practice of turning captives into food-themed works of art and tormenting them mercilessly for the amusement of himself and others.
I had been getting closer – I was so confident that he would be brought to justice soon, and no more earth women would suffer at the hands of Grime and his crew. In only two more days, I had a sting operation planned to trap him.
But if he found me here… and knew about the trap…then that meant…
His monologue was still going strong. “…and then after you are writhing helplessly and begging for mercy, my crew and I are going to…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” I interrupted. “The trap…you have already captured my agent?”
“Oh, you mean Natalie?” he snapped, irritated at being interrupted. “Oh yes, she’s already being entertained by the crew of my ship. Here, have a listen.”
He pressed a button on his belt. The sounds of Junior Agent Natalie screeching and begging filled the room. “Oh god no please! I can’t take this, stop! Stop! Not there! Please, not there anymore!!”
“You monster! I’ll…” I cut myself off; anger was just playing into his hands. “Let her go.”
“If you come quietly with us, Agent Katie, we will release her…and let you take her place.”
I grimaced. I owed it to my junior agent to try and rescue her whatever it took, even if it meant sacrificing myself. Going with them was the only chance I had to save us both.
“Fine.” I nodded. “I’ll go quietly. Just promise you’ll stop torturing Natalie.”
“We’ll stop as soon as you arrive to take her place,” Grime countered with a greedy grin. He turned to the little guy bouncing happily on the bed. “Brat, go fetch the restraints!”
“But…but I said I’d go with you quietly!” I stammered. “You don’t need to…”
“Oh I’m sure you will, but the bound transport scene is kinda our tradition…I wouldn’t want to deprive the boys of their fun.”
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