Secret Santa gift by KatieD
Agent Katie encounters The Game Master and his sultry assistant, Erica Brooks.
Will she complete her mission? Or will she be trapped in his game forever?
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My great friend @Rob66 organized a fun Secret Santa exchange this year and I was honored to be included.
I was assigned to @shnoogums5060 as their Secret Santa.
Though I’d never met them or been to their DA page before, I went and did a little research, learned a bit about their OC Erica Brooks, and about their tendency to self-insert as alternately ‘The Game Master’ and ‘Eric B.’
I then crafted up a little story in my style and put Agent Katie right into the nefarious hands of ‘Ms. Brooks and Mr. B.’
Though I seem to have missed the mark on their canon and their OCs, I’m hoping they were entertained nonetheless.
I hope YOU will enjoy this little Agent Katie story in typical Agent Katie style!
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“Agent Katie,” spoke the cool, measured voice in her earbud. “Please confirm mission details.”
“Don’t need to, control,” Agent Katie replied back in a slightly annoyed tone. “I’ve got this.”
The response was terse. “This is an important mission, agent. The confidential informant is an important asset to us. We can’t afford any of your typical…misunderstandings…and we’re not paying the Hostage Rescue Team overtime when you are captured, tied and gagged…again…’
The last word was delivered with such derision that Agent Katie grimaced. Control had a point. Her mission success ratio as an Agent had dropped below 65%, and her ‘success without being captured first’ rate was down to the mid-single-digits. She currently had the worst stats within the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. (Syndicate for the Proliferation, Analysis and Normalization of Kink).
Perhaps, just this once, she should cooperate with control.
“Copy that, control,” she replied in a more conciliatory tone. “Contact is in Boundcore building at 6969 Harmon Street, 6th floor. Contact name ‘Mr. B.’ Plan is to present myself at the 6th floor reception posing as arriving for an interview. During interview, contact will pass me a 3TB drive.”
Agent Katie paused before adding: “Probably 3TB of that bondage porn you guys watch in the break room.” She replied with a little more sass – just to let control know she wouldn’t be bullied.
“Hilarious, agent,” the flat voice of control responded. “Proceed to the location when ready.”
“Proceed to location, control? I’m parked in front of the building. Are you reading my location?”
“Negative, agent. We show you on the wrong side of the street and down half a block.” The voice of control let out an audible sigh. “Did you get lost again, Agent Katie?”
“Negative, control,” Agent Katie shot back with more sass. “I’m looking at the name and address right in front of me. Boundcore Building, 6969 Harmon. I’m losing faith in you guys. Katie out.”
“Wait, agent!” was all she heard as she tore the bud from her ear and tossed it in the center console with irritation. ‘Not too comforting when control has no idea where I am.’ She tucked the key fob in her pocket and got out of the car, leaving her phone and purse inside. All she really needed was the slim folder with her fake resume and credentials. Anything else was a liability.
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There was no reception desk in the lobby, so Agent Katie made her way directly to the elevators. The brushed steel elevator doors contrasted nicely with the dark paneled wood on the walls.
At the 6th floor reception desk Agent Katie was asked to wait, after being informed that ‘Mr. B’s assistant,’ Ms. Brooks, would be out for her soon. She fidgeted a bit, not knowing what to do without her phone to check Discord or DA for notifications. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long.
A striking redhead in a figure-hugging black pencil skirt and burgundy fitted silk blouse strode out into the waiting room, stiletto heels clicking on the floor. Agent Katie’s eyes went wide as she took in the statuesque beauty. She gulped and composed herself, realizing she was staring.
“Katie?” the redhead inquired, while giving the agent a once-over of her own. I’m Erica Brooks, Mr. B’s assistant. Come with me.” She turned on her heel and strode away without waiting.
Agent Katie scrambled to her feet and hustled after Ms. Brooks. “Mr. B’s private elevator to his suite is just at the end of the hall,” the scarlet-haired beauty called over her shoulder.
They passed a number of empty conference rooms with windows facing the street. Through the glass, Agent Katie could see the building across the street, a blue-tinged glass building with a large address and logo mounted on the side facing them.
To her surprise, Agent Katie saw ‘6969’ and ‘Boundcore’ displayed in 10’ tall characters on it. Her stride faltered for a moment as she tried to make sense of the anomalous view.
“Something wrong?” Ms. Brooks asked, with clear annoyance in her voice.
“It’s umm…I…” Agent Katie stammered, still glancing at the signing on the other building out the windows. “I don’t know how, but I think I’m in the wrong building…”
“No,” Ms. Brooks said firmly, taking Agent Katie by the upper arm and directing her toward the polished brass elevator entrance. “This is where you should be. His office is right this way…”
“Excuse me, but…” Agent Katie murmured, shying away from the arm grip. “I think I need to…”
Ms. Brook’s grip on her arm tightened, almost painfully. “Mr. B is expecting you…he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” She gave Agent Katie a tug toward the elevator and pressed the call button.
Agent Katie wasn’t sure what was happening, but she knew something was wrong. With a firm jerk of her arm, she broke Ms. Brooks’ grip, and made a break for the emergency exit nearby.
An alarm sounded as Agent Katie broke through the door and headed for stairs leading down. She flew down the stairs as quickly as she dared in her heels. She descended past 5, 4, 3…and wondered if she should go all the way to the ground, or divert onto the 2nd floor instead.
The choice was made for her when the second floor door burst open and a security guard entered the stairwell, gun drawn. Agent Katie paused and glanced back up the stairs, but the 3rd floor door revealed another guard before she took a step. ‘Damn, that was fast…’ she mumbled.
Obeying their shouted commands, Agent Katie raised her hands over her head, descended to the 2nd floor landing, and faced the wall. Strong hands pushed her against the cinder blocks and began wordlessly patting her down – rather unnecessarily thoroughly, she thought.
“Uh…guys…” Agent Katie stammered. “Is there a problem? I, uh, couldn’t find elevators, so…”
Their silence continued as her arms were drawn behind her back and cold metal cuffs ratcheted down on her wrists. “Let’s go…” one of the guards muttered. “We can discuss things more discreetly downstairs.” He grabbed her upper arm roughly while his partner took her other. Together they nudged her forward and perp-walked her toward the stairs headed down.
Strangely, the very next floor down was marked ‘Sub-Level 3,’ and the guards propelled her toward it. “What happened to the ground floor and the first sub-levels?” she wondered aloud. The guards didn’t answer, maintaining silent scowls as they pushed her through the door.
A windowless, dimly lit cinder-block hallway definitely gave the impression of a subterranean floor. Past a brushed steel elevator marked ‘S-3,’ the hall opened into what looked like a mini-police station with several desks, a video monitoring station, and two empty cells.
‘That’s rather ominous,’ Agent Katie thought. ‘My performance ratios are gonna take another hit.’
She was led not to a cell, but to a doorway to the side. Inside a windowless room was a table with chairs facing each other. ‘Interrogation room,’ Agent Katie mused. ‘Been there, done that.’
Agent Katie was plunked unceremoniously into one chair with her wrists and arms pulled up and over the back, forcing her shoulders up and her chest out. A guard on each side grasped her ankles and thighs, spreading them wide and tucking her feet under the sides of the seat. Below the seat, her ankles were drawn together and cuffed as well. To add to her discomfort, more handcuffs were used to daisy-chain her wrist restraints to the connection between her ankles.
One guard finally spoke. “Someone will be in to deal with you later,” he sneered. He gestured to the brick walls. “If you scream and shout, no one will hear you, but I’ll get really annoyed.” He conspicuously patted the taser at his side. “Be a real shame if you made me shut you up.”
“How much later is later?” Agent Katie asked as the men filed out. “I’ve got a hot date tonight.” Neither answered, leaving her only with the solid clunk and click of the metal door latching shut.
“Well, this sucks,” she muttered, trying to get a little more comfortable in the metal chair. She soon found it impossible; her shoulders were pulled back sharply over the chair back, and her chest was thrust up and out rather lewdly. Her neck already ached at the awkward angle.
The way her thighs were spread to the sides of the chair made her lower back arch – and made her skirt ride almost all the way to her hips. The tension on the shackles bit into her legs just above her ankles, with similar rings being dug into her wrists by the cuffs behind her.
The discomfort made the prospect of ‘later’ much more ambiguous and anxiety-inducing. It wasn’t long before tingling in her hands and feet turned to numbness, and the strain on her neck and back turned to rigid muscles. Time dragged on in the bare room.
Just as Agent Katie’s head began to loll to one side in exhaustion, the door opened. She slowly lifted her face to the door, then grimaced in mock surprise to see who stood there.
Once again, Erica Brooks stood before her, calling her name. “Katie? It’s Erica again. I’m so sorry this has happened to you…it seems there’s been a terrible mistake.”
“Mistake?” Agent Katie murmured, now confused by the change in Ms. Brooks’s tone. The icy assistant demeanor was gone, replaced by what seemed like genuine concern.
“Johnson!” Ms. Brooks called out. “Get these cuffs off her!” One of the guards, the one who had threatened Agent Katie with the taser, sheepishly freed her limbs.
“I’m afraid this is all an unfortunate case of mistaken identity,” Ms. Brooks continued, her brown eyes softening in a way that helped put Agent Katie at ease. “We thought you were someone coming to do harm to our boss, and we were just trying to protect him.”
As Agent Katie rubbed her wrists to restore circulation, Ms. Brooks leaned forward and held her hands. At her touch, it seemed as if the pins and needles and aches went away. Smiling, Ms. Brooks pulled her to her feet. Agent Katie was surprised to find she could stand on her own.
“The ‘Mr. B’ you were looking for is actually in the building across the street. Perhaps there was some mixup with the address or something?” She gave Agent Katie a sympathetic look. Our receptionist called over there, and they’re still waiting for you. Let me show you the way.”
“I, uh…thanks?” Agent Katie stammered. She wanted to be furious over the way she’d been treated, but the combination of Ms. Brooks’ kind-hearted concern and the confusion over the building addresses had Agent Katie more than a little discombobulated.
Ms. Brooks led Agent Katie out into the larger room of the security office, and turned toward the polished brass elevator visible in the hallway. “I’ll see you out and get you on your way.”
Agent Katie was still contemplating how she could have made such a terrible mistake as they got on the elevator. She watched as Ms. Brooks pressed the ‘L’ button just above the buttons for S2 and S1, and the doors hissed shut. They exchanged nervous slight smiles as the elevator lurched into motion, and Agent Katie turned toward the doors, waiting for them to reopen.
After just a few seconds, the elevator bumped to a stop. Agent Katie glanced up at the digital floor indicator above the door. To her surprise, it read ‘PH.’ The panel of buttons showed ‘PH’ as the building’s top floor, or ‘Penthouse.’ They had seemingly moved a dozen floors in seconds!
“Uhh…” Agent Katie began, turning toward Ms. Brooks. “How did we…”
“Just a quick stop,” Ms. Brooks smiled with pursed lips. Her gentle countenance was once again replaced by a look of arrogance and disdain. “Mr. B is even more eager to meet you now.”
The doors hissed open and Ms. Brooks prodded Agent Katie through, to an expansive room. Daylight shone through tall windows, yet only blue sky showed where the skyline should appear.
A lone man sat behind a massive desk. Below a clean-shaven pate, bright eyes flared from a handsome face with close-kept scruff. Broad shoulders featured in a strong, solid physique.
“I’ve brought her as you commanded, Mr. B,” Ms. Brooks said in a deferential tone. “Didn’t I tell you she was delightful? It was all I could do to keep my hands off her. I’m not sure Johnson did.”
“Agent Katie,” he motioned her forward. “Let’s have a look at you. Let’s see if you’re everything Erica said.” He overtly looked Agent Katie up and down as the two approached, with Ms. Brooks tending Agent Katie with a hand at the small of her back. “At first glance, I’d have to agree.”
“So you’re the mysterious Mr. B,” Agent Katie said, hoping that stating the obvious would buy some time to think. Perhaps she’d get him monologuing and explain what the hell was going on.
“That is one name,” he said with a broad grin. “But I prefer another. The one that countless of my subjects call me. The one that you – as one of my subjects – will call me, too.” He paused dramatically. “I am The Game Master. You…” he leered at Agent Katie. “Will serve me well.”
‘Game Master?’Agent Katie grimaced. ‘What kind of megalomaniac…’She suppressed that, keeping her opinions to herself. The strange events of this mission flashed in her mind. The changing street address…the non-sequential floors…Ms. Brooks’ strange ability to heal her…
And then the idea hit: it wasn’t the building changing, or Ms. Brooks possessing magic. It was her perception changing. And who might have the power to change her perception of reality?
Well, someone who called himself ‘The Game Master’ was as likely an explanation as any other.
“Well?” Mr. B asked, stirring her from her thoughts. “What do you say to that, Agent Katie?”
“Serve you?” she scoffed, with all the disdain she could manage. “NO, thanks. I already have a Master. Or a few, actually. No more than six, for sure. Speaking of which, I have a hot date…”
“Freeze,” The Game Master said, with a casual wave of his hand.
Agent Katie wanted to laugh, except she couldn’t open her mouth. She wanted to pull away from Ms. Brooks, but couldn’t move. She WAS frozen – though still aware of everything around her.
“I think you misunderstood,” The Game Master said with a smirk. “It wasn’t an invitation, or even a command. It was a simple statement of fact. You are going to work for me, and will serve me – one way or another.” He looked to Ms. Brooks. “Erica, a full scan, if you will, please?”
Ms. Brooks produced a tablet the size of an iPad mini and pointed it at Agent Katie while moving in a slow circle around her. After she completed a full circuit of the helpless agent, Ms. Brooks tapped the screen a dozen times and then ‘swiped’ toward The Game Master’s desk.
“I’d prefer, of course, if the real Agent Katie would be my personal double-agent out in the world,” he mused, tapping the keyboard set into the surface of his desk. “And perhaps after time, when you’ve had a chance to think about it, you still will.” He dramatically hit his ‘enter’ key.
A bluish light swirled in the open space between Agent Katie and The Game Master’s desk. Slowly a figure began to take shape, indistinct at first, but quickly becoming more solid. As it began to take the form of a woman, Agent Katie realized it was becoming a clone of herself.
And of course, as the clone took on a realistic definition, the figure was utterly naked. Because of course it would be.‘At least I look pretty damn good naked,’ Agent Katie thought to herself.
“She looks pretty damn good naked,” The Game Master murmured, nodding appreciatively.
“And clean-shaven, too,” Ms. Brooks added. “Though I would have bet money on that.”
The clone finished forming and smiled brightly at Agent Katie. “Hey, hottie,” the clone said, looking her original up and down. Then she turned and walked seductively behind The Game Master’s desk. “Hello, Master,” she said, standing beside him and turning to face forward again.
“Delightful,” The Game Master said. “But I’m told you’re quite danger-prone, Agent Katie, so I suppose I should create a spare.” He tapped keys on his keyboard again and loudly hit ‘enter.’
The blue light process repeated and a second clone appeared. “Hey, hottie,” the clone repeated to Agent Katie before moving to the other side of The Game Master’s chair. “Hello, Master.”
“Perfect,” The Game Master chuckled, flanked by two naked and adoring copies of Agent Kaite. Ms. Brooks nodded in appreciation. “An heir and a spare. And both mine to do with as I please.” He stretched his arms wide, around both clones, and happily stroked the outside of their thighs.
“Ooh, will you make me one to play with, please, Sir?” Erica Brooks asked with a wicked smile.
“Erica, I have a better idea…” He nodded toward Agent Katie, an equally wicked grin on his face. “To reward you for your loyalty, I’ll give you the original to play with…on one condition.”
“Name it, Sir!” Ms. Brooks nodded happily, face alight with excitement, staring at Agent Katie.
“I was going to make her a permanent NPC in my Gameworld, and torment her endlessly. But I’d bet you could make her useful. I’d bet you can convince her to serve us more…willingly.”
“Absolutely, Sir. I would embrace that as a personal challenge…thank you for trusting me.”
“Of course,” The Game Master replied. “You have 9 days to break her. Or I give her to Johnson.”
Ms. Brooks gave a look of mock horror. “What a waste that would be. I won’t let you down, Sir.” She glanced hungrily at Agent Katie. “If I may, , I’ll take her into Gameworld immediately.”
“Please do. I can’t wait to see what you choose,” The Game Master said approvingly.
Ms. Brooks smiled and began tapping her tablet again. The windows along one wall turned opaque, and then the wall dissolved, revealing an expansive room beyond – a red-hued room with the broadest assortment of dungeon furniture and accessories Agent Katie had ever seen.
The Game Master chuckled. “Excellent choice – and exactly what I would have expected.”
Ms. Brooks grinned, and turned toward Agent Katie, still tapping on her tablet. Agent Katie felt her clothing begin shifting right on her body. Still frozen in place, but looking downward, she watched as her black skirt began to shrink and re-formed itself into a matte leather thong.
Agent Katie’s jacket and blouse also shrank and re-formed into a thick leather corset with ¾ cups that strained to contain her breasts. “Inhale,” Ms. Brooks commanded, and when Agent Katie did, she gasped as she felt the laces of the corset cinch themselves uncomfortably tight.
“Spiked dog collar or something jeweled?” Ms. Brooks turned and asked The Game Master.
“Oh I think something plain black and severe Erica,” he replied. “Let her earn something nicer.”
“Excellent point, Sir,” she agreed. “And matching restraints on her limbs.”
Agent Katie felt the cool leather of a tall collar against her throat as it wrapped itself around her neck and buckled behind her head. Then she felt leather cuffs encircle her wrists and ankles.
Ms. Brooks drew Agent Katie’s wrists behind her back and joined them. While attaching a short chain between her ankles, she glanced at Agent Katie’s shoes. “Heels could be taller, too.”
Agent Katie wobbled a bit as her stiletto spikes suddenly grew higher. “Oh, those look wickedly uncomfortable,” Ms. Brooks murmured. “And let’s give her a nice thick black cock gag, too.”
Agent Katie felt something form in her mouth that expanded rapidly, pressing down her tongue and nudging at the entrance to her throat. Her jaw stretched to accommodate it. A wide panel spread across her mouth out to her cheeks, and a strap buckled itself tight behind her head.
“I think that’s about it…” Ms. Brooks mused. She produced a chain leash and clipped it to Agent Katie’s collar. “Come along, pet,” she ordered with a sharp tug on the leash. She turned and began leading Agent Katie toward the Gameworld dungeon. “Thank you, boss!” she called out.
“Good luck, Ms. Brooks,” The Game Master called out. He powered up a large monitor on his desk. “These Katies and I will enjoy watching your work with the original. Won’t we, Katies?”
“Yes, Master,” the two naked clones sang in unison, leaning in closer on either side of him.
“In fact,” he called after Ms. Brooks, “perhaps after a while we’ll come join you!”
~~~the end~~~
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Merry Christmas to all my kinksters out there – or whatever particular holidays you celebrate!
I hope that the day finds you happy, healthy, and at peace. I wish for all of you to find what fulfills you this holiday season.
I’m grateful for each and every one of you. Your support, friendship, and our shared banter and fun brings lightness and happiness to my life as well as encourages and drives my creative pursuits.
Have a kinky good time, everyone! Thank you again, and I’ll say it again…I‘m grateful for YOU.
Thank you for making this the BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
KatieD 