Jumping into the Fray

Artwork by DxC2005

With a mighty war cry, berserker warrioresses Sabrina, Sofia and Deena jump into the fray.

They’ll willingly give their own lives to repress the oppressive invaders from the south.


My friend @Dxc2005 has kicked off another epic battle, this time Celtics vs. Romans.

I’m honored to have him include my baddass warrioress Deena in another of his works.

If you haven’t seen her in his last epic, ‘Heroic,’ definitely go check it out.

Samples here: Forward!

Full story here: Heroic (gumroad.com)

And please stop by his DA page and give him some kudos for his awesome work.



Gratitude 2023 <– my mantra for 2023!

Here’s another ‘rear’ view of the scene!


Catsuit Crew Captive pt3

Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

An insidious new villainess has Agent Katie captured and completely under her control.

brainwashed by the Crew. In part 2, she was taken by Countessa of I-PRUDE to the ‘mind-molder.’

Unfortunately she may be on her way to being fitted for a catsuit of her own!

Not essential, but I recommend checking out part 1 and 2 first:



After a couple days in Countessa’s hands I was starting to see things in a different light. I was beginning to understand that Countessa and I-PRUDE were just trying to help me become a better agent and better person – just as she was helping Lexi and Lacey, too.

I had never viewed Countessa as so kind and pure of intent before! She told me that she would forgive all my past offenses if I could admit I had been ‘bad’ and show her ‘proper gratitude.’

Then she offered to train me to be a Very Good Agent, to teach me to follow orders obediently and be deferential and respectful – but only if I pledged to be open minded and willing to learn.

All I had to do was call her my Mistress and obey every little direction that she gave me. And the best part is, if I forgot something or made a mistake, she would give me a spanking or put me in ‘tied-up-time-out’ until I learned my lesson! I was grateful for her training and eager to prove it.

The funny thing about it is, after a couple sessions I didn’t even have to spend any more time in that silly looking ‘mind-molder’ chair thingie. I’m pretty sure that machine doesn’t even work! 

Oh sure, the lights flash and you see pretty colors and the vibrating attachments of the seat oscillate and probe into you, but I don’t think it had any effect on me at all!

The past few days I mostly followed Countessa around and did whatever she ordered me to do. When she didn’t have any tasks for me, or she was busy at her desk, I simply knelt at her feet and waited patiently for her next command. I didn’t even have to think for myself!

She even gave me a new uniform to wear – she said it’s what all her trainees wear. It made me so proud that she wanted to show me off to everyone else while I was wearing it! The shiny latex parts of it reminded me of Countessa’s own sexy catsuit…I hope I looked as hot wearing it.

A short while ago, Countessa was summoned to the conference room to take a video call from Madame No. I followed along behind Countessa and stood patiently beside her with my hands clasped demurely in front of me. I hoped I looked obedient and respectful and ready to serve.

“Countessa,” Madame No began, her gaze from the video board flickering over toward me. “I called to check on the progress of our lovely blonde agent, but I can see from her vapid expression and vacant unfocused gaze that her submission is proceeding well?”

“Yes, Madame,” Countessa replied deferentially. “Agent Katie is proving to be even more pliant than I initially anticipated; her submissive responses seem completely innate and genuine.” She glanced over at me and grinned. “And she is proving to be the most delightful little fuck-toy, too.”

I blushed bright red and couldn’t hide a smile. I was embarrassed that Countessa would talk so openly about our private late night kinky fun times. Or that she would tell Madame No what her special pet name for me was, which was ‘fuck-toy.’ I thought that was our secret!

But I was thrilled that she called me ‘pliant.’ That means flexible, right? And being flexible is good, right? Especially when having kinky fun with Countessa, you have to be really, really flexible or you could pull a muscle!

“And conditioned responses?” Madame No asked Countessa.

“Fully compliant,” Countessa replied. 

“What is her trigger to activate her programming?”

“Allow me to demonstrate.” Countessa turned to me. “Bend and grasp your ankles, agent.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied immediately, and bent forward. It wasn’t easy in these high heels, but Countessa had given me lots of opportunity to practice.

I felt a sharp sting as the palm of Countessa’s hand impacted the flesh of my rear. “Ohhh!” I gasped before biting my lip to stifle a happy moan. I could feel warmth and pleasure spreading through me, but especially pooling deep in my belly and between my legs.

I responded as I’d been taught: “Thank you, Mistress, for correcting my behavior. I pledge to do better. Now, who would you like me to kill?”

“No one today, agent,” Countessa replied. “But soon you will get the chance. You may stand.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I replied happily. I could still feel the warm handprint on my rear.

“Excellent work, Countessa,” Madame No congratulated her. “Soon, very soon, we will have an opportunity to put Agent Katie’s loyalty to the test.”

“Thank you, Madame,” Countessa replied with a slight bow.

“Make preparations for my arrival,” Madame No ordered. “I wish to see this for myself.”


Image created by @AlucardsSpirit.  Go check out his page!

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!  #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.

And look for part 4 soon!


UNCENSORED: New Years Eve in Frog City pg9

Artwork by ArtOfVenus

Kara and Evie spend a magical New Years’ Eve together in Frog City.

What could possibly go wrong with that??


Marv hadn’t been lying about ‘it getting bigger.’ Watching intently as four hands and two mouths worked in unison to pleasure his cock was having a profound effect. His cock was stiffening, and swelling in girth as well – particularly the spongy head that Evie was focused upon.

She found that it had expanded from a pleasing mouthful to a jaw-stretching wedge of warm pulsing flesh. She could feel it twitching and growing in her hands, and began to worry about what might happen if he climaxed unexpectedly. She wasn’t sure she could handle that, too.

Evie lifted her mouth off his cock with a wet ‘plop’ sound. Strings of her saliva, mixed with his pre-cum, stretched from its tip to her mouth and landed on her chin and chest when they broke.

“Oh, goodness, Sir Marv, that…that is quite the…” Evie was uncharacteristically lost for words.

He grinned down at her. “Glad you like it…how ‘bout you ride it first, then?”

Without waiting for a reply, he grasped Evie by the arm and pulled her to her feet. He slid his other hand under her opposite thigh and lifted her in the air, her weight insignificant to him.

He used his feet and knees to kick apart her ankles and position her right above his vertical rod. Then, with only a momentary pause to align her, lowered her onto it. The tip cleaved between her already-wet folds effortlessly and made way for her to glide smoothly down his shaft.

The wide wedge of his head delved deep inside her. Marv let her body’s weight carry her down his length until he met some resistance, then supported her for a moment at that point.

As Kara watched wide-eyed, Evie’s eyes closed and her mouth opened in a silent cry. 

Marv peered around Evie to see Kara. “Don’t just sit back and watch, pet…go ahead and touch her if you wish, but get your mouth back to work, too. Go on, get in there!”

Kara jolted as if from a trance. “Oh! Uh, yes! Yes, Sir Marv,” she hastily replied. She reached one hand up to grasp at Evie’s breasts before leaning forward again, her tongue at the ready. 

‘I’m just not sure where to begin,’ she thought to herself.


Hope you’re enjoying another fun Kara and Evie collaboration with @ArtofVenus !

And yeah, yeah, I know it’s well past NYE, but if you’d had a January like my January, you’d understand.

If you’re a Patron of Venus, you can find the first few images on his Patreon already.

If you enjoyed, go give ArtOfVenus a look on his DA page or other links, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Patreon and/or SubscribeStar.

Pirate Experience pt 3 – Captain’s Quarters

Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

I signed up for the ‘Pirate Abduction Experience’ excursion on my Space Cruise – but I naively assumed the pirates would be human!  I also naively assumed they’d return me to my cabin when the ‘excursion’ was over.


Be sure to check out parts 1 and 2 here:



As soon as the shuttle craft containing the fifteen female ‘hostages’ was secured aboard the pirate ship, the cruise ship was released and the two spacecraft went their separate ways.

The women who had signed up for the ‘Space Pirate Abduction Experience’ excursion were about to endure exactly that – they just didn’t realize yet they’d been taken captive for real.

Despite what the cruise ship crew had told Agent Katie, there was no souvenir gift shop at the end of the tour, either. Just a slave market on Abrexia where they would meet their new owners.

The crew had told the truth about the brig on the pirate ship, however. The ‘hostages’ from the ‘pirate raid’ were helped from the padded boxes in which they’d been packaged for the trip between the ships, and escorted into cells – to the cheers and amusement of the pirate crew.

Lacey, the sultry redhead looked around worriedly for her friend Katie. She took a quick head count of the pirates’ prisoners and realized there were only fourteen women in the cells.

She didn’t know that the red-suited pirate who claimed Katie had arranged to have her brought to his quarters. He planned to keep his prize human girl with him for the duration of the journey.

Unfortunately for the eager boglin pirate, though, the box containing Katie never made it that far. The pirate captain got wind of his plan and ordered the captive brought to his stateroom instead.


When the lid was opened on the box I’d been packaged in, I was quite surprised by my surroundings. Instead of the brig of the pirate ship, I was in a spacious room with an expansive window looking out at the stars. The room was bare except for a bed and an odd looking table. 

And instead of my little red-suited boglin captor who had claimed me, I was helped from my storage box by a much larger toad. He looked me over and grinned happily as he took my hand.

“Ooowie!” he cried. “Me boyos were right! You are the prettiest little human girl I’ve ever seen!”

“Why thank you, kind Sir,” I said with a little curtsy. “Where am I? And who might you be?” 

“I’m the captain of this here ship,” he said proudly. He waved his arm around the room. “And these are me private quarters. And now you’re me personal cabin slave.”

“Oh this is so exciting!” I gushed. “This is the most amazing excursion I’ve ever been on! First I’m abducted from my cabin by a pirate and told I’m a hostage…then I’m stuck in a box and taken aboard a pirate ship…and now I’ve been claimed by the captain himself!”

The captain chuckled. “Uhhh…yup! All that! You’re me slave-girl as long as you please me.”

“This is so thrilling,” I replied excitedly. “So what do I do as a cabin girl?” I looked around the stark room, looking for any clues as to what he expected. I still only saw the bed and the table. I was also still completely naked. I wondered if he’d have a special sexy outfit for me to wear.

“First, you entertain me.” He grinned. “I put you in a cage and you dance for me.”

I giggled. “Ooh! That sounds fun! Where do you want me?”

He took my hand and led me over to the strange round table. I noticed that it was floating in midair; I could see lights reflecting underneath it. Yet, when he helped me to climb up and stand on the table, it was as stable as if it were anchored to the floor. 

I moved to the center of the table and turned to look back at him from my elevated pedestal. The way he was blatantly ogling my nude body made me slightly self-conscious, but I was so excited by this pirate prisoner roleplay that I was enjoying myself too much to really mind.

‘Just relax and enjoy the adventure…’ I repeated to myself. I struck a sexy pose for him.

He pushed a button on a remote, and vertical yellow laser beams lit up between the round table surface and a matching circle above me – creating the bars of a floating prison cell!

I’d always had a fantasy of being a caged dancer on display in a club. Now here I was, roleplaying a prisoner in a high-tech floating cell, ordered to dance for my new master.

I began to sway gently, careful not to get too close to the yellow lights, just in case. I was pleased to see the pirate captain standing there staring at me with wide eyes and mouth agape.

“Like this, Sir?” I asked, rotating my hips and raising my arms up over my head.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” he nodded excitedly. He looked like he couldn’t believe his good fortune.

I was a little disappointed at how smitten and speechless he seemed. I would have hoped an actor roleplaying a pirate captain would be a little rougher or cude…maybe even a little mean. 

I was about to ask him to be a little more ‘piratey’ when suddenly his cabin door burst open. I saw my red suited captor rush in, out of breath and agitated, waving his arms animatedly.

“What going on?? I catched her! She mine! You can’t have her!!”


This little story started out as a recent #QBTuesday post here:  

        Space Cruise Interrupted – QB Tuesday #08

and continued in part 2 here:

Space Pirate Experience – pt 2 (art by Alucard)


This artwork is by my friend and collaborator AlucardsSpirit 

If you enjoyed, go give him a look on his DA page!


Bump in the Night- QB Tuesday #19

Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

“I’m sorry I ordered sashimi on our date – that wasn’t a relative, was it?”

It was already late at night when the news of the invasion went out. 

Horrific alien creatures were body-snatching men and women right off the street – it was impossible to know who was human, and who was just a puppet for their alien masters.

Agent Katie was getting ready for bed when the tentacled horror appeared…before the blonde beauty realized it, the creature was reaching out to claim her!

Will she be able to slip away in her lovely lingerie?  Or will her body be snatched by the aliens as well?


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 a shoutout to my favorites on the next post!


Today’s post is the 19th of a series, “Quick Bites Tuesday.”

Credit to @CallMePlisskin for the original idea.

He has his own #TuesdayTease series on his page – go check it out!

MASSIVE thank you to my artist partners who have collaborated with me on this series!!

I’m very grateful for you!   #Gratitude2023


As promised, here’s my favorite from last week, by my good friend @Rob66 :

“When Mr. Pacman seeks treatment from Dr. Jekyll!”


This artwork is by my friend and collaborator @AlucardsSpirit 

If you enjoyed, go give him a look on his DA page!

And watch for another #QBTuesday image next week.


UNCENSORED: New Years Eve in Frog City pg8

Artwork by ArtOfVenus

Kara and Evie spend a magical New Years’ Eve together in Frog City.

What could possibly go wrong with that??


Slowly and reluctantly Kara and Evie began to peel off their bunny costumes. They attempted to be discreet and keep themselves covered, but it didn’t take long for the crowd around them to take notice, turning to watch with cheers and jeers.

This time, Marv didn’t seem inclined to chase the onlookers away. After all, he was quite proud to claim these two human girls as his, and he wanted to show them off to everyone. He beamed with pride and gave off low croaking sounds, while his bobbing cock was now fully at attention.

Despite having to strip down, Kara seemed somewhat pleased to get out of the bunny costume. Evie, however, had a more wistful look. “I really liked these outfits…maybe we can keep them.”

Once they both had the leotard parts of their costumes off, Marv stopped them. “Actually, you can leave the gloves and boots on,” he said with a grin, gawking openly at them. The girls weren’t quite sure if it was lust or hunger in his eyes. They also didn’t really want to know.

“As you wish, Sir Marv,” Evie cooed with a plastered-on grin.

“Suck up,” Kara hissed.

“Kara, we gotta play his game,” Evie replied. “Make him think we like belonging to him.” 

Kara nodded before giving Marv a forced smile. “Thank you, Sir Marv.”

Evie looked at her hands. “You think leaving boots and gloves on means he won’t eat us?”

“I don’t think that would stop him,” Kara whispered back. “That waitress was half-clothed, too.”

“Come, come, my pets,” Marv interrupted them impatiently, gesturing with his hands for them to come closer. He stretched his thighs out wide. “Kneel down here between ol’ Marv’s legs and get to work. Whoever does a better job, they get rewarded with riding me first.”

“Yes, Sir Marv,” the girls replied in near-unison.

“Some reward,” Kara muttered as she sank to her knees and edged closer.

Evie lowered herself to her knees as well and gave Kara a wry grin. “Yeah…and I don’t think kissing him down here is going to turn him into a prince, either.”

If Marv heard them, he didn’t object…he simply put one massive hand around the back of Evie’s head and guided her toward his waiting cock. He wrapped his fingers in Kara’s hair and nudged her forward as well. “Alright, pets, don’t be shy…get on in there…it gets even bigger than that!”

“OOH, I can’t wait, Sir Marv!” Evie said with mock enthusiasm and a wink. She grasped his shaft with one hand and cupped his balls with the other, giving a lick up the underside of his tip.

“Oh, that’s just great,” Kara grumbled between tentative licks alongside his shaft. “You have an advantage, you get way more practice at this than me. You’re better at this, just ask any goblin.” 

“Well, you should be the one to ride him, you’re better at taking big orc dicks.” Evie got up on her knees so she could take in all of Marv’s head. “Mmmm…so good, Sir.” she sighed loudly.

“Why is everything a contest with you?” Kara sneered, giving Marv’s shaft long licks. “You’re just jealous I always get picked by the orcs first.” Her eyes flared and she renewed her efforts.

“Eye ‘ant ‘ear ‘ooh,” Evie hummed happily, giving Kara a wink.

“At least when your mouth is busy I don’t have to listen to you,” Kara shot back.

Marv eased back in his chair, enjoying the attention of his two human girls, a low vibrato hum emanating from his throat. He grinned proudly, amused by the competition between his pets.  

“Girls, girls,” he said, practically croaking with delight. “No need to fight, my lovely pets…there’s plenty of ol’ Marv to go around, and you’ll both get your turn.”


Hope you’re enjoying another fun Kara and Evie collaboration with @ArtofVenus !

And yeah, yeah, I know it’s well past NYE, but if you’d had a January like my January, you’d understand.

If you’re a Patron of Venus, you can find the first few images on his Patreon already.

If you enjoyed, go give ArtOfVenus a look on his DA page or other links, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Patreon and/or SubscribeStar.

SASS – Sunday Artist Spotlight Series #2 – Lisbeth by Saurian-Shade

Artwork by Saurian-Shade 

How about some SASS for your Sunday morning?

(Yeah, you know me…always bringing the SASS!)

Sunday Artist Spotlight Series #2 – @Saurian-Shade


Today is the second in a new series where I’ll feature an image from one of my artist friends.

Today’s spotlight is on @Saurian-Shade and this lovely portrait he did of my OC Lisbeth.

I met Saurian through our mutual friend @ArtofVenus and a Pathfinder game we were both involved in.

Together we came up with Lisbeth the thief and the ancient dragon Lord Zhain.


Saurian specializes in dragons, dinosaurs, and beautiful buxom women – and he brings them together in sexy and dramatic ways.

Saurian has a great DA Page, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at

Go check out his work and give him some positive reinforcement!


Captive Quinn #14

Artwork by WareWolfBarmitzvah

Full image and text at WordPress Link

OH POOR QUINN…Rudy the big boss is finally giving her some attention, but it’s not exactly in the way she hoped.

When we last saw lovely Quinn, Rudy had defeated her in a ‘fair’ fight, meaning she forfeited her freedom.

He had given her a choice: submit to him or go back to the orange runt goblins…

She chose to stay with him…wearing his collar and calling him ‘Master.’

So…how are they getting along now?

Well, it appears both of them may be regretting their choices!


art by @WarewolfBarMitzvah, dialogue by me.

‘Rudy’ is his OC.

If you enjoyed, go give WareWolfBarmitzvah a look on his DA page or Twitter, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Pixiv and/or SubscribeStar.


This is page 14…more pages will be posted over the next few weeks, so watch for more Quinn soon!



If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.

New Years Eve in Frog City pg7

Artwork by ArtOfVenus

Kara and Evie spend a magical New Years’ Eve together in Frog City.

What could possibly go wrong with that??


Kara shot a hopeful glance at Evie from the other side of Marv’s massive gut. As distasteful as the blue frog-man was, and dangerous too, his possessiveness might be something the girls could leverage to get out of the club and out of the city.

They were still far from safe, but if Marv could keep all the other pervs and preds at bay, then the girls would only need to worry about dealing with him. They would still need to walk a fine line between keeping Marv happy and keeping him at arm’s length.

The expression on Evie’s face worried Kara, though. Evie was more likely to err on the ‘keeping Marv happy’ side. Kara could see how Evie’s face lit up when Marv called them his ‘damsels in distress.’ That would play right into Evie’s submissive nature and eagerness to please.

Kara gave Evie a warning look, one that Evie would understand as ‘be cool.’ 

Evie winked and returned a glance that said ‘relax, I got this.’ 

That did NOT help Kara relax. She rolled her eyes – she’d seen that look before. Evie was ready to ‘turn on the charm.’ Which usually worked – it all depended on the target. It had also landed them in deeper trouble when a skeptical captor saw through her sweet-talk.

Evie leaned into Marv’s embrace. “Oh, yes, you’re right, Mar–…Sir Marv. We’re just two little human girls that have gotten in over our heads…” she lowered her chin slightly so she had to aim her eyes upward to make eye contact…and then Evie tilted her head gently to one side, to expose her neck to him in a subtle gesture of submission.

She smiled sweetly and softened her gaze to draw him into her electric blue eyes. “We need your help to get home safely. Will you help us with that mean manager, and protect us from all these other scary predators? Please, Sir? We’d be ever so grateful…”

“Uh, Eves? Where you going with this??” Kara hissed, looking alarmed.

Marv, however, was eating it up. In his mind, these girls were playing right into his hands, totally dependent upon his goodwill in order to survive. He wasn’t going to squander that. “Well, I suppose I could do that…as long as you’re going to be grateful, an’ all…” 

He turned toward Kara, who quickly replaced her scowl with a half-hearted smile. “What about you, sexy girl?” he asked her. 

“Me?” I, uh…”

Marv tilted his head toward Evie without taking his eyes off Kara. “Yer friend seems good to go…” he continued. “You don’t seem so sure.” He pulled Kara in tight against him. “Whadaya say, you gonna make ol’ Marv happy?”

Uh, sure, Marv…Sir Marv…” Kara stammered, feigning a warm smile. “What would you have us do for you? You want us to dance again??”

“Dance?” he snorted. “Oh no, I’s seen you dance. I gots sumthin’ more…intimate in mind.”

“Intimate?” Kara asked, wide-eyed.

“Well yeah…I wants to get to know you girls better. Them bodies of yers ain’t made fer just lookin’ at. I want to see what you’ve got for ol’ Marv.”

Seeing Kara at a loss for words, Evie spoke up. “Well, then what IS it you would have us do for you, Sir Marv?”

He looked the girls over for a moment, deep in thought. “Tells ya what,” he finally said. “Let’s get you out of them costumes first. Then after ya strip down, I’ll let you decide which one’s gonna lick ol’ Marv and which one’s gonna ride ‘im.”

“Ummm…ok, Sir,” Evie said.  “We, uh…”

“We just need to go get changed out of our costumes!” Kara said, reaching for Evie’s arm. “We’ll be right back!” 

“Noo…” Marv said, tightening his grip on the girls. “You can strip out of ‘em right here.”

He watched as the girls exchanged looks, appalled at the thought of it, but hesitant to refuse him.

“Go on,” he said, leaning back in his chair and nudging them out in front of him so he could see better. “Go on, now.”

“Eves, are we really going to do this?” Kara whispered, genuinely worried about what kind of spectacle they might create. She covered up her chest self-consciously. “Are we going to strip down in front of everyone here, and then…do things to him?”

“I don’t see where we have a choice, Kares,” Evie whispered back, equally worried but more resolved to do whatever it took to survive. “If we want to get out of here some other way than inside his belly, then we’d better do what he says.”


Hope you’re enjoying another fun Kar-Vie collaboration with @ArtofVenus !

And yeah, yeah, I know it’s well past NYE, but if you’d had a January like my January, you’d understand.

If you’re a Patron of Venus, you can find the first few images on his Patreon already.

If you enjoyed, go give ArtOfVenus a look on his DA page or other links, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Patreon and/or SubscribeStar.

Catsuit Crew Captive pt2

Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

An insidious new villainess has Agent Katie captured, cuffed, and completely under her control.

In part 1, Agent Katie investigated the Catsuit Crew and tried to rescue her former recruit – who had been brainwashed by the Crew.

Unfortunately she herself was captured, and may be on her way to being fitted for a catsuit of her own!

Not essential, but I recommend checking out part 1 first:


I had to agree with Lacey on this: it was ironic that I had worked so hard to recruit her into S.P.A.N.K. (the Syndicate for Propagation, Analysis and Normalization of Kink), and that now she and Lexi were planning to brainwash me into joining their Catsuit Crew.

One moment I thought I was close to rescuing Lacey, and the next I was their helpless prisoner, being taken deeper into the maze of their headquarters. It seemed like a sprawling complex for such a small organization. But architecture and overhead costs really weren’t my primary concern at the moment.

My primary concern was their talk of ‘indoctrination.’ That, and at my age I wasn’t sure I could still rock a catsuit like I used to.

“I think you’ll see things differently soon,” Lexi had said from behind me. “A couple days in the mind-reconditioning device and you’ll be one of us.”

“Yes, one of us,” Lacey had added in what seemed a reflexive response. “The mind-molder helped me see the way, to become one of us.”

Our first stop was in an ‘induction’ room where they stripped me, took my measurements, and performed a very thorough and intimate inspection. I’m not sure what they were looking for, but they sure didn’t find it there.

The pair affixed electronic ‘controller cuffs’ to my wrists and ankles. Unfortunately I’d worn these before. The cool surface was comfortable enough against my skin and the green lights embedded in them meant the controller functions were inert. When the lights turned orange, they’d actively control my movement.

When they turned red, they’d prevent any movement at all – and a jolting punishment was likely on the way! Probably a well-deserved punishment, but still, not really the fun kind of punishment.

After giving me a new bikini made of the same material as their catsuits (but in much more stylish maize and blue colors), we were off along another long hallway and into what Lacey called the ‘mind-molder room.’

The sterile-looking room was intimidating enough on its own, what with its soundproofed walls and ominous floor drain. The room was dominated by a tall rigid chair with decidedly wicked looking attachments. Scariest among those was a device hovering directly over the chair that looked like a high-tech headdress. Not the pretty tiara kind.

Obviously that chair was my destination – I mean I shouldn’t have expected a comfy sofa and champagne as the next stage of my imprisonment, right?

Lacey and Lexi seated me in the chair and pressed my ankles and wrists onto it. With a menacing click, the lights on the cuffs turned orange and strong magnets attached them to the chair itself. Lexi positioned a black U-shaped bar around my neck and secured its ends to the headrest behind me, while Lacey brought the ‘mind-molder’ device down over my head. Flat-ended pads extended to hold the sides of my head in place.

Then, abruptly, Lexi and Lacey turned and left the room. Only then did I notice the ‘spectator’ window set into the wall to my left. I saw their shadows moving away behind the reflective glass.

There was silence for a while before I saw another shadow approaching the door. When the door opened I couldn’t suppress a gasp of surprise. Suddenly all my questions about the Catsuit Crew were answered. And I realized that I was in much deeper trouble than I had thought.

“Countessa!” I sneered disdainfully. “I’m not surprised to see you here…I knew someone else had to be in control of those catsuited bimbos. I should have known I-PRUDE is running the operation.”

I was trying to sound brave and defiant, but the truth was, I was utterly intimidated by the woman before me. This wasn’t the first time I’d been in Countessa’s clutches. The woman was harsh, cruel, and uncompromising. Her presence was not good news for me.

She was also tall, drop-dead gorgeous, and as voluptuous as one of Ruben’s subjects. She was like liquid sexiness poured into a shiny latex catsuit and high heels. Her raven hair framed her fair skin, strong features, and eyes that pierced into your soul and stripped away your free will. Countessa was a domineering force of nature, she…

…sorry….what was I saying?

Countessa was also the 2nd in command of I-PRUDE, the Institute for the Prevention and Repression of Unnatural Deviant Expression. She reported only to the evil Madame No, and she was the Madame’s right-hand woman and favorite interrogator, and for good reason: she always got results. Which also did not bode well for me.

The opportunity to dominate and torment captured agents was just one of the perks of her job. And Madame No gave her free rein to operate as she saw fit. Which was really, really not going to work out in my favor.

We had a history…and the last time, I managed to escape. Which meant in her eyes, I ‘owed her one.’

The look on her face told me she was ready and eager to collect.


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