Photogenic Agents in Danger

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Agents Katie and Penelope struggled helplessly in their bindings while a camera crew recorded every expression and wriggle they made.

Their captors kept making the elaborate ‘death trap’ room more and more perilous, and the cameras kept rolling.

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“What is happening, Katie?” Penelope whispered. “Why are they creating this big setup? Is it a trap for our rescuers?”

“I don’t know…” Agent Katie replied. “Maybe it’s a ransom video? Why else would they dress us up in lingerie and tie us up like this?”

The anxious agents watched as yet another device was carried into the room and set on the floor nearby. They already had been surrounded by several large oil drums, some propane tanks, and even a couple canisters with hazardous markings.

Meanwhile, the two continued to struggle and strain and try to find a way to loosen the ropes, despite being surrounded by a mixture of enemy minions and members of the film crew. Unfortunately, the way the ropes around their wrists were intertwined together meant neither of them could get fingertips on the knots.

“This is all so purposefully staged,” Agent Penelope continued. “It’s like they’re putting on some kind of show.”

“And we’re the unwilling stars,” Agent Katie agreed. “Center stage, under the bright lights.”

She peered into the blinding LED lights that illuminated the scene. She could barely make out the features of the ‘director,’ while the mysterious figure everyone called ‘boss’ remained in the shadows behind the cameras.

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Since their capture, everything had felt like a production. They’d been stripped naked of their civilian clothes and given expensive lingerie and heels to wear. After they’d been led to the room and placed in the chairs, the director called for a rigger to come and bind them together.

The rigger had worked quickly and efficiently under the supervision of the director, who gave instructions to ‘use the ropes to accentuate their figures,’ and ‘make it aesthetically pleasing,’ and ‘snug on the ankles, but don’t muss the stockings.’

Then the director had called for assistants to touch up the agents’ hair and makeup, before personally adding the white choker about Agent Katie’s throat. “From what I’ve read about you, this completes your look as much for you as it does for me,” he snickered.

Then it had been time for the cameras to roll and the minions to begin arranging the elements of their death trap. As each device was carried in, the minions took long looks at the bound and nearly naked women at the center of the room.

Meanwhile the director himself used a hand-held camera to zoom in on the agents’ faces and linger over close-up views of their restrained bodies. Even though they knew their reactions were being recorded, the two helpless agents couldn’t help squirming and looking about anxiously.

When the last of the deadly-looking devices was in place, the director called for quiet. “We’re all set for the final scene. Cameramen, set a tight frame, roll your cameras, and then everyone clear the room, please.”

Now the two women were very unnerved. They couldn’t help but wonder if these were their final moments, and they renewed their efforts to free themselves from their bonds.

“Cue the gas!” the director called when everyone else had left the room. Then he donned a serious-looking mask with a clear covering over his entire face.

Agents Penelope and Katie stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed as a greenish cloud began to rise out of the floor grates below them.

“Excellent, ladies, excellent!” the director called out. “That’s exactly the look of terror I wanted for your final scene.” Then he turned to leave the room.

“Wait! Stop!” Agent Katie cried out. “You’ve got your hostage video! Our agencies will pay to get us back!”

“Please! You don’t have to kill us!” Agent Penelope pleaded. “Don’t you want to monologue for a bit?”

“Oh, you misunderstand, we’re not going to kill you,” the director replied, looking to Agent Penelope. “That’s just knockout gas. We need you alive and well – for now.”

A wicked grin spread all they way to his excited eyes as he turned to Agent Katie. “This isn’t a ransom video…it’s a RECRUITING video.”

“It’s to show villains and mercenaries the ‘perks’ of joining our side.”

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So what do you think, you heartless mercenaries and villains out there?
Are you ready to sign up for their cause?

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If you enjoyed this kinky sexy fun times image, go give @AlucardsSpirit a look on his DA page or other links.

And a shoutout also to EnglishDamsel for appearing in this fun one-off image and story.

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! Thank you for making this the BEST YEAR EVER!

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Smile for the Camera!

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Lexi is enjoying her kidnap roleplay with Agent Katie. She’s taking total advantage of the opportunity to dominate – and mess with – her trusting and submissive girlfriend...

Not essential, but I recommend checking out parts 1-3 first:

1. 2. 3.

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The ride to Lexi’s place – tied up in the trunk of her car – seemed to take forever. It was bumpy and hot and really claustrophobic. And I swear she must have taken the longest route possible. Her promise to ‘have her way with me for the rest of the night’ probably added to my anticipation and made the wait seem even longer.

Once she got me inside her place, she swapped out my simple duct tape wrapping with an elaborate rope harness. She spent an inordinate amount of time wrapping my ankles and wrists, tucking and cinching the ropes around my chest and arms, and tugging on the crotch rope that connected all the way up to a collar of ropes about my neck.

Lexi left me to struggle hogtied on her floor while she went to change into an even more extreme dominatrix outfit than before. She traded in her stretchy jeans and halter top for some thigh-high boots and an ‘outfit’ that was little more than a pair of leather straps!

When she returned, she fondled my breasts and teased at my nipples with enthusiasm, easing me into a highly aroused state, before dipping her fingertips between my legs and working me up into a frenzy of desire.

Before long, my sighs and moans of pleasure filled the room. Soon I was to the point of begging her to stop toying with me and to really have her way with me – as she promised – or to at least let me pleasure her.

Kneeling before her, wrapped so snugly in her ropes, I pleaded with her, promising her anything if she would just take me and make me hers. Anything, but this relentless teasing!

I must have finally either persuaded her or provoked her to act, because she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up on my knees, making me sway and lean into her to keep my balance.

“You are such a wanton little submissive, so eager to please and be given pleasure,” she murmured. “And you’re putting on such a good show for everyone!”

“Uh…a show, Mistress? What do…” my voice trailed off, not sure what she meant, or who ‘everyone’ might be. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, right over there,” she said, pointing toward where her laptop and webcam sat on her desk. She used her grip on my hair to point my face in that direction. “Everyone watching you right now must be enjoying themselves as much as I am!” she gave a soft laugh. “Smile for the camera, my pet.”

“Wait…what…who?” I stammered. “Who is watching?” Was she messing with me?

“Well, everyone, I imagine,” she laughed. “Now let’s show them just how much of a good girl you can be…go ahead, beg me again to make you mine…louder now, for your fans…”

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Waitaminit…is Lexi really broadcasting their intimate roleplay for everyone to see? Or is this perhaps just a little ‘mind-fuck’ where she’s having some fun with her trusting submissive?

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This sexy kinky fun times image is from my friend and collaborator @AlucardsSpirit

If you enjoyed, go check out his page for even more kinky fun times!

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! 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.

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Catsuit Crew Captive pt8 – Inescapable Slime Pit

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Distracting Blondes distracted! Katie and Susan found out why the guards were letting them go – when they fell into an inescapable glowing green slime pit!

Our story thus far:

Agent Katie investigated the Catsuit Crew and tried to rescue her former recruit – who had been brainwashed by the Crew. She was captured and taken by Countessa of I-PRUDE to the ‘mind-molder.’ After reconditioning and other kinky sexy fun torments, she was presented with a test of obedience and ordered to torture another Agent of S.P.A.N.K. Susan Chambers. She resisted her conditioning and Katie and Susan escaped…or did they??

Not essential, but I recommend checking out parts 1-7 first:

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7.

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‘oh fuck, why didn’t I see this coming?’

I pivoted and braced for impact as best I could, protecting my head, while the glowing green floor rushed up at us. We landed with more of a ‘splurp’ than a ‘splat,’ though…and the impact didn’t hurt at all.

Which is not to say it wasn’t disconcerting…the green slime that arrested our fall was viscous and warm to the touch, and kept us buoyant above its surface.

“Ewwww!” I cried out involuntarily. “It’s gross! It’s in my hair!”

“Yeah, your hair, Katie…” Susan snorted at me. “Always focusing on the most important details.”

We both ‘swam’ in the thick goo, trying to right ourselves and keep our faces clear of it. The slime yielded to some movements, while resisting others – as if it was deciding when to hold us firmly and how much freedom to allow.

I realized then that it was moving along with us – grasping, gripping, caressing, groping, probing…we were being felt up by a living creature!!

That’s when I started to feel the tendrils creeping up the bits of my flesh that weren’t already submerged within it.

“OWW! You fucker!” Susan blurted out. “Fucker pinched my nipple!” she explained through gritted teeth.

A panel in the high sheer wall of the pit opened above us and a familiar face appeared, wearing a delighted smirk.

“Surely even you ditzy blondes didn’t think escape was going to be that easy, did you?” Countessa sneered down at us.

“You know,” I replied evenly, “For a second there, yeah, I kinda did.” I kept my eye on her while trying to brush the tendrils off my chest.

“Silly Katie,” Countessa snickered. “Really? Ripping off Tarantino? You’re better than that.”

“Actually, I don’t think she is,” Susan shot back. “What do you want, Countessa? You gonna let your little slime creature dissolve us or something?”

“I could, I suppose…” Countessa said slowly, tilting her head to one side as if seriously considering it. “But I think you two still have some use to me. All you have to do is beg me to call off my pet and get you out of there.”

“Fuck you,” Susan retorted while peeling off a tendril that was squeezing her breast. “And the whores you rode uhh…nfff…” Susan’s voice cut off as she stiffened.

At the same moment, I felt something firm probing between my legs, oozing under the gusset of my thong, and then solidifying again as it delved into me.

“Ahh, I sense that my pet is becoming more intimate with you now,” Countessa replied in her cool, confident tone. “Imagine what it will feel like to be dissolved from the inside out…after my pet screws you senseless, that is…”

I grimaced, trying to ignore the mounting assault by the creature. While I was distracted by the invader expanding inside me, the tendrils had spread over my chest, compressing my breasts and tugging at my nipples, and beginning to slither up my neck. Another invader poked between my ass cheeks, while the one already inside me began to grow uncomfortably large – and began to heat up in pulsing waves.

A glance at Susan told me she was faring no better. It was time to make a decision – succumb now, or live to resist whatever torment Countessa planned next.

I just didn’t want to be the weak one, and so I watched Susan’s expression. I saw the capitulation in her angry eyes a moment later, just before a tendril cleaved her mouth open and began to slither inside.

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Our intrepid (and sexy AF) agents are conditioned to resist…but will they accept Countessa’s offer of relief??

Image created by AlucardsSpirit. Go check out his page!

And hey – this ain’t over yet – look for part 9 soon!

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Beach Time! Writing Break for Author Katie

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Author Katie takes a break from writing to stroll on the beach – covering up with her favorite blue kimono mini-dress.

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The rented condo in the exclusive beachside resort was the perfect place for me to rejuvenate myself and get some focused writing done. It had already been a productive day; dozens of pages had flown from my fingertips – despite the distraction of the condo’s stunning view of the ocean, or the sounds of the crashing surf.

I figured it was time for a well-deserved break. Besides, the cleaning crew would be there to refresh and restock the condo for the remainder of my stay. I’d feel awkward if I was hanging out there while they worked, as well as unproductive. So why not head on down to the beach for a stroll and maybe even a quick dip?

I donned my cute pink bikini and my chunky-soled sandals and prepared to head out. I paused for a moment though, remembering the last time I’d slinked down to the beach in only my bikini. Apparently some of the other, more prudish residents had complained that I was in violation of some HOA rules on ‘appropriate apparel in public spaces.’

At the time I really felt bad for the gentleman from the facility management team. He had to take a break from supervising his service crews to come intercept me on my way back from the beach. He pulled up in his golf cart, blocking my path, and asked politely if he could speak with me about a homeowner complaint.

Alright, I’ll be the first to admit my bikini was a little snug and a little light on coverage. I have to give him credit, he managed to keep from openly gawking at me, but I could see the flush in his cheeks and the sparks in his eyes as he stole quick looks when he thought I was glancing away. But he was a perfect gentleman about it – and handsome, too.

I would LOVE it, I thought, if I ran into him again (and got to enjoy making him nervous while he was stealing glances again). Walking out in my bikini again might be the best way to ensure that happened. But I didn’t want to cause him – or myself – any trouble with the other homeowners.

So I went into my closet and pulled out one of my favorite beach cover-ups, a navy-blue-and-lavender floral print kimono mini-dress. It was comfy to wear, stretchy and satin smooth, and with beautiful high slits and cut-outs in all the right places! And the cheongsam-style button collar drew the fabric in to hug my curves sensually.

In my personal opinion, it was almost as alluring and eye-catching as the bikini alone – and yet, wouldn’t run afoul of those stuffy HOA rules!

I grabbed my woven jute beach bag and sunglasses and set out on the walkway between the condos that lead to the beach access. I hadn’t gone far when I heard the familiar hum of an electric golf cart coming up behind me. I turned and lowered my sunglasses, movie-star style, to catch the eyes of the handsome facilities manager.

“Oh dear…” I cooed in a playful tone. “Are you here to check up on my attire? Or perhaps inspect me for wardrobe malfunctions?”

His face flushed again while he flashed a big smile. “Uh, no, Miss…” he said in an equally playful tone. “I’m just watching to make sure you get down to the beach safely. You know, there have been reports of space toads and froglins accosting beautiful women such as yourself…”

“You just made that up…there are no such things as froglins or space toads, are there? Those are just creatures dreamed up to fuel women’s fantasies of being abducted by mischievous creatures, right?”

The man grinned broadly and winked. “Maybe they are, maybe they aren’t…but why risk it?” He patted the bench seat next to him. “How about I give you a ride down to the beach, just to be on the safe side?”

“What a chivalrous gentleman you are,” I smirked back at him while taking a seat beside him. “Onward, my gallant knight!”

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The little pink bikini in question:

And froglin abductions aren’t totally unheard of around here:

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Catsuit Crew Captive pt7 – Escaping Blondes

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Agents Katie and Susan wondered why none of the guards or security systems were reacting to two distracting blondes desperately running through the enemy fortress…and then suddenly – too late – it made sense.

Not essential, but I recommend checking out parts 1-5 first:

and and and and and

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I had given up trying to explain myself to Susan so I could focus on our escape.

Running on the polished floors in these silly heels took a lot of focus, too, and so did trying to keep up with my angry and single-minded partner – who was running in bare feet.

Perhaps the guards were too busy whacking off on their monitors?

At every turn and intersection there was always at least one open door, allowing us to get further and further away from the cell blocks. I’d lost track of the turns and direction we were headed, just thankful it was away.

Just how big was this complex?

It was far too late when I had the realization we were being led, or rather, herded somewhere specific. So it wasn’t a total surprise when the floor opened up beneath us and Susan and I began to fall.

A shock still, for certain, but one that came with a ‘oh fuck, why didn’t I see this coming’ feeling.

That, and ‘why is the floor at the bottom of this pit glowing green??’

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

And hey – this ain’t over yet – look for part 8 soon!

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Who Ordered a Can of Whoop-Ass?

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Did someone order a can of whoop-ass??

Because Agent Katie brought a whole case!

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Over on Alucard’s Spirit’s page, the alien invasion continues.

Dozens of human women have been spirited away by aliens of all types in a coordinated raid.

Agent Katie is reporting for duty, all geared up and ready to kick some alien ass!

Parts 1 and 2 of the invasion contain over 20 sexy images of aliens kidnapping sexy women…go check them out!

Part 1: The Invasion is Here!

Part 2: The Invasion Continues!

and it will continue…keep an eye on Alucard’s pages.

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Lexi’s Fantasy RolePlay

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Lexi indulges a craving to do a kidnap roleplay with Agent Katie, a scene that’s familiar to both of them...

“Lexi, I get captured pretty much on the daily in my regular job – and now you want to kidnap me for fun at night, too??”

“I’ve been having this really intense fantasy, Katie…I’m like this sexy slinky thief, and this hottie secret agent keeps messing up my plans, so I strip her and tie her up and take her back to my hideout.”

“Ohhhh…” I felt a thrill race through my body. It was just like what happened to me just days ago. I’d interrupted this sultry cat-burglar, ‘Lynx,’ and she had knocked me out, stripped me, gagged and roped me up tight! The only difference was that she left me to untie myself before the security guards found me…and of course, they found me first.

Lexi couldn’t know that I was having intense fantasies about Lynx the cat-burglar catching me again, tying me up, and having her way with me for hours. That wasn’t something I could admit to my girlfriend Lexi…I wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings or make her jealous.

But now that she wanted to roleplay something similar with me, it was arousing those fantasies all over again.

“Ok, Lexi, let’s have some fun…how do you want to start?”

“I want you to put on a slinky dress and heels, or maybe a tight blouse and skirt, and go down to the parking garage. I’m going to put on something special and meet you down there.”

I smiled brightly and gave her a kiss. “Right away, ma’am,” I purred. I loved it when Lexi was so direct with what she wanted and expected from me. It was one of the things that attracted me to her the most.

I decided to put on the same blue dress I’d worn to the bank where I met the cat-burglar. And this time, without any panties or bra to get in the way. I approached my car in the garage cautiously, but I didn’t see anything amiss. Lexi’s little speedster car was parked right next to mine.

A hand clamped around my throat and the cool metal barrel of a gun poked into my ribs. “You’ve messed up my plans for the last time, Agent Katie,” my assailant growled in my ear. My knees turned to jelly and I felt a flush of arousal.

“Wait,” I emoted, “You don’t have to do this…”

She turned me around and pressed me back against the trunk of her car. Lexi was dressed in snug-fitting capri-cut black jeans, a strappy black bustier, and platform sandals. She reminded me so much of Lynx, I practically swooned again.

“Take off your dress,” she commanded, pointing a pistol at me. Even though I knew it had to be fake, it looked real enough! I slipped off my dress and let it fall to the ground. As I stepped out of it, I saw Lexi looking me up and down appreciatively. “Decided to go commando, huh? Good choice…lose the heels, too, I want to see those sexy bare feet of yours.”

“Whatever you say….I’m cooperating…really, you don’t have to do this.”

“Ahh, but I want to…turn around, put your hands on the trunk!”

I complied immediately, and then Lexi’s hand between my shoulder blades pressed me down, my bare chest splaying across the smooth surface. She pulled my wrists behind me and began to wrap them with tape.

I fidgeted nervously, worried someone else would see me bent over her car naked while she tied me up. Fortunately, no one else came by, and she wrapped up my ankles without interruption – then plastered a swatch of duct tape over my mouth.

I mmmphed loudly when she grasped a handful of my hair and pulled me upright. My heavy breathing made the tape over my face flutter. I stared at her wide-eyed as she held me with one hand and popped open the trunk with the other. She was being so forceful and strong, I could barely control my desire for her – I felt the urge to lean forward into her half-naked body.

“Get in.” She commanded. I looked at her questioningly, but there was resolve in her eyes. She didn’t care if I had difficulty getting into the trunk while bound…she wanted to watch me struggle!

I turned and placed my rear on the lower lip of the trunk opening, and tried to ease myself down into the dark cubby below me. My rear slid in fine, and I ducked my head to avoid the trunk lid, but then I fell awkwardly onto my back. She laughed as I wriggled around trying to bend and pull my legs inside.

Lexi loomed over me, grinning wickedly. “Now you just wait, little miss spy, until I get you alone back at my lair…I’m going to have my way with you for hours!” She delivered her line with such enthusiasm I completely forgot she was acting…she sounded very excited to do exactly what she was saying!

I figured she’d find a way to get me back up to the bedroom now – so I was quite surprised when she slammed the lid closed over me. I mmmmphed loudly again, but she didn’t respond.

I heard her open the front door, and the shift in the car as she sat in the seat. The door clunked shut and the engine started…and then she was backing out of the garage!

I had no idea where Lexi was taking me, nor what else she had planned…and to be honest, I was a little anxious. But more than that, I was thrilled that she was playing out this fantasy with me…and I couldn’t wait until she could have her way with me the rest of the night!

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Don’t miss the exciting parts 1 and 2 here

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Catsuit Crew Captive pt6 – Escaping Blondes

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Now what are the odds that none of the guards or security systems will notice two distracting blondes desperately running through the enemy fortress?

So did Agent Katie actually torment Susan? And how did they escape? Read below!

Not essential, but I recommend checking out parts 1-5 first:

and and and and

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“Susan, I’m so sorry…”

I pleaded with her for some sign of forgiveness while we ran.

“We’ll discuss it later, Katie,” Susan replied, grim determination in her voice. She kept running without looking at me, navigating the tunnels of the detention wing.

“I didn’t know what I was doing…I didn’t mean to…”

“WE’LL. DISCUSS. IT. LATER.”The tone in her voice silenced me instantly. Though it hurt that she was angry with me, I knew her focus was on getting us out of the complex quickly. There would be time for discussion – and consequences – later. Right now, we needed to escape.

Still, my thoughts kept wandering back to what I’d just done to Susan. The nasty red marks on her flesh were a reminder that wouldn’t go away soon. And the fact she wouldn’t even look at me, her best friend and partner, made it all the worse…

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During her ‘interrogation,’ Susan had maintained that same grim determination – but I had seen the anxiety in her eyes. She had tried to remain resolute and defiant, while at the same time trying to break me out of the mind-reconditioning that Countessa was controlling me with.

“Katie, it’s me, Susan…you’ve been brainwashed! You need to resist!”

“Quiet, S.P.A.N.K. scum,” I had replied, while jamming the electrodes into Susan’s impressive breasts for the fourth time. The blonde’s boobs were not as large as Countessa’s, but they stood firm and proud on her chest nonetheless – and were every bit as sensitive.

“AHHHHGHH!” the helpless S.P.A.N.K. agent groaned through gritted teeth. I knew firsthand how much the wand hurt at this setting. Not enough to incapacitate or maim, but enough to make the body convulse and the mind to shut down all else in its desire to make the pain end.

“Mixed…message…” the prisoner snarled between gasps. “Be quiet…or talk? Make…up your damn mind…” She composed herself and stared me in the eye again. “Now, Katie…remember when…”

I silenced her with another jab of the wand, right in her ribs, where there was less flesh to absorb the shock. I didn’t want to hear whatever pathetic pleading she was using to try and influence me. I wouldn’t be deterred from passing my test, no matter what!

I glanced back at Countessa, who was nodding and smiling in approval. I shot a quick look at the CCTV camera above me, knowing that Madame No was watching on the other end. I couldn’t let this poor confused S.P.A.N.K. agent try to confuse me with her desperate lies.

The shot in the ribs had made Susan draw her knees up toward her chest in a vain attempt to protect herself. She’d made similar writhing and squirming moves when I’d zapped her inner thighs or just above her pelvic area. She kept her knees up in an impressive display of ab strength.

“Katie…” she pleaded, breathlessly. “”Katie, remember our days in the Beta Nu Gamma sorority together?” Susan stared into my eyes, as if drilling a message home. “Beta. Nu. Gamma.”

“Beta Nu Gamma…” I repeated in a whisper. “Beta…Nu…G…”

My eyelids flickered as I struggled to reconcile the new flood of emotions and memories trying to push aside all the training Countessa and her minions had given me. “Beta…Nu…Gamma…” I whispered hoarsely. “BNG…B & G…Bound ‘n’ Gagged…”

My focus flicked back up to Susan’s face. I could see she was trying to suppress a smile, and she gave me a subtle wink. She knew that our secret code word had broken through Countessa’s programming.

Countessa didn’t fully realize it yet, but she was smart enough to know something was amiss. “Pet?” she inquired. I heard her heels on the floor clicking closer. “Why are you hesitating?”

I whirled to face Countessa. “Because she is not my enemy!” I spat. I’d already dialed up the intensity on the wand, so when I drove it into Countessa’s midsection, she crumpled to the floor with a muted groan and furious grimace. Her eyes glared only a moment before losing focus.

“Welcome back, Agent Katie,” Susan said nonchalantly. “Thought I’d lost you for a bit there.”

“Susan…” I turned back to her, still shaking conflicting thoughts from my mind. “Oh fuck, Susan…I’m so…”

“Just get me down from here,” she replied. “We can hash all that out when we’re back home.” I knew she was trying to speak in patient, comforting words…but I could hear the anger and frustration teeming below the surface in her tone.

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We debated for only a few moments what to do about Countessa. I used the apron from my uniform – or rather, my ‘slutty maid outfit,’ I could see that clearly now – to bind Countessa’s hands behind her back.

“I could take off my top and tie her ankles, maybe gag her with my panties,” I mused aloud.

“Just keep those on, for now,” Susan advised. “One naked blonde will be distraction enough.”

After that, it took only a little conversation and light jolts of the wand to convince Countessa to order the guard to open the cell door. Susan counted on Countessa’s pragmatism…better to let her captives run away, and live to recapture them another day, than to endure more torment.

I was surprised Countessa didn’t hold out until reinforcements arrived – surely on the CCTV someone had to notice my change in behavior and Susan’s freedom. Perhaps Countessa wasn’t as eager to endure the punishments she loved dishing out.

Whatever her reasoning, she ordered the curvy brunette guard to open the door and let us pass. Since she was so cooperative, I gave Countessa and the guard only mild token shocks as we made our way out of the cell.

I began trying to explain myself to Susan almost immediately, but I really needed to focus on our escape, too. Running on the polished floors in these silly heels was dangerous, despite the long days I’d spent learning to walk in them. Trying to keep up with my angry and single-minded partner – who was running in bare feet – was near impossible.

I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that our escape seemed too easy…far too easy. But I didn’t want to question fate or our good luck – I just wanted to get the hell out of this place.

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Whew! That was tense! Even I wasn’t sure if Agent Katie could resist Countessa’s reconditioning!

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

And hey – this ain’t over yet – look for part 7 soon!

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Agent Katie Bound by Lynx

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They were never meant to cross paths like this.

Agent Katie was on an ‘official’ S.P.A.N.K. covert assignment trying to get some some intel on I-PRUDE’s financial database.

Coincidentally, sexy cat-burglar Lynx had breached the banking facility to ‘liberate’ some funds for herself.

Lynx got the drop on Agent Katie, holding the startled blonde agent at gunpoint, as seen in Alucard’s recent post:

Lynx worried that Agent Katie would see through her secret identity – Lynx is actually Agent Katie’s girlfriend Lexi – so she acted on impulse.

She knocked Agent Katie out with a tranquilizer dart – stripped her down to her panties – then gagged her and tied her up tightly with an elaborate harness.

Lexi looked down wistfully at her unconscious girlfriend. As much fun as it had been to strip and bind the helpless Agent, Lexi wanted her to be squirming and mmmphing energetically like usual.

With a grin, Lexi loosened the knots around Katie’s wrists so that she’d be able to work herself free once she awoke.

“Don’t wear yourself out, sweetie,” Lexi whispered, running her hand over Katie’s naked skin.

“We’re doing this again as soon as you get home.”

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Catsuit Crew Captive pt5 – Loyalty Test

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Countessa promised Madame No that she would test the loyalty of the eager and compliant Agent Katie…just how will she be teste?.

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

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

In part 3, Agent Katie was presented to Madame No with a demonstration of her obedience.

In part 4, Lexi and Lacey took advantage of Agent Katie’s obedience conditioning.

Will Agent Katie pass this test? And who is the captive blonde woman?

Not essential, but I recommend checking out parts 1-4 first:

and and and

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I must have passed out at some point, because I woke up sprawled face down at the foot of Countessa’s bed – with her nudging me with the toe of a pointed boot. My aching jaw reminded me I was still wearing the ball-gag, too…but at least her strap-on wasn’t still inside me.

“Get up, fucktoy,” she commanded. “Get yourself straightened up and brush your hair. Your mascara is a mess from crying. Make up your face and let’s go. The Madame has arrived.”

Ignoring the protests of my sore muscles and stiff joints, I scrambled up and rushed into the bathroom of Countessa’s suite. I straightened my ‘uniform’ and did the best I could with my disheveled hair and smeared makeup. I smiled at my ‘just been fucked’ look in the mirror.

I slipped the ball gag down around my neck just long enough to drink a few glasses of water and reapply my lipstick. Then I replaced the gag – I hadn’t been given permission to remove it.

When I felt somewhat presentable again, I came back out to Countessa’s main room to find her at her desk tapping on her laptop. She looked me up and down and nodded without smiling. “You may remove the gag,” she said with a dismissive wave. “We’ll be leaving in a moment.”

“Will I meet Madame No, Mistress?” I asked cautiously.

“Perhaps, if you perform well,” she replied. “The Madame and I have arranged a few little tests of your loyalty first. If you pass the tests – meaning, if you survive – I will present you to her.”

I was certain I would pass any testing. “Mistress, I swear my loyalty is to you, and to I-PRUDE,” I replied in earnest. “I promise, you do not need to test me…but I will do as you command.”

“We shall see,” Countessa said evenly. “That may prove more challenging than you think.”

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I followed Countessa out into the hallway with eager anticipation to prove myself. I didn’t feel anxious about the tests. After all, what could she possibly question about my loyalty to her?

I was surprised when we turned down the wing where all the cells and interrogation rooms were. I was quite familiar with the route – not only had I spent several days in the detention wing myself, but I’d made the trip from there to Countessa’s quarters and back many, many times.

A dark-haired catsuited agent stood guard outside an interrogation room. It was the curvy brunette I recognized from the bank heist surveillance video along with Lacey and Lexi. She nodded to Countessa and unlocked the door as we approached, standing aside for us to enter.

“Remember,” Countessa warned me. “Madame No will be watching everything on the CCTV feed. Do not disappoint me. I would hate to lose my fuck-toy.” She turned and entered the cell.

“Yes, Mistress, I will make you proud!” I exclaimed. I swelled with pride that my Mistress called me ‘hers,’ and that she would hate to lose me. I smiled brightly at the curvy brunette guard, who scoffed and rolled her eyes at me in return while she closed the door behind us.

I kept my eyes to the floor while I followed Countessa into the cell. It wasn’t until after I took my place by her side (and slightly behind) that I thought to look for the CCTV cameras. Before I found them, however, a flash of gold and yellow caught my eye in the otherwise stark gray cell.

A naked blonde woman was mounted spread eagle along the focal wall of the room, hanging limply by chains and shackles in the center of the circular cyclo-gasm device.

Her wrists were pulled up and away from her body at harsh angles, while her shackled legs dangled a few inches off the floor. Her chin rested on her chest, her long blonde hair hiding her facial features while it cascaded down her front.

Her long and taut body was toned and fit, yet her breasts and hips were even larger than mine! A sheen of sweat glistened over her skin and there were scattered red marks on her flesh, likely from crops and floggers…or worse implements of torment. Somehow they made her look sexier.

The cyclo-gasm was an insidious device. I’d spent an afternoon hanging where she was now, while the black inner ring bathed the hapless subject in invisible rays that activated and stimulated every nerve ending. Whenever the ring began to hum and pulse, the onslaught of rays kept the subject in a state of sustained overwhelming arousal – and unrelenting orgasms.

I’m sure that sounds wonderful to most, and sure, the first few orgasms were quite enjoyable. The next few dozen were not! Fortunately for the woman shackled to the device, it was turned off at the moment and she was left hanging in a brief moment of recovery between treatments.

There was a familiarity about the prisoner, a feeling I’d seen that blonde hair and – strangely – that I’d run my hands over those curves before. But without seeing her face, I couldn’t place her.

“Stay here,” Countessa commanded me, pointing to my spot on the floor.

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She stepped forward and reached behind the woman’s head to grasp a handful of blonde hair. Countessa pulled the woman’s face to hers, but the prisoner’s features were still hidden to me.

The blonde woman slowly stirred, head wobbling for a moment before focusing.

“You here to take my lunch order?” the agent murmured in a sarcastic tone. “I’ll take an everything bagel with egg, ham, cheese and…ahh-ahhh!” The agent’s taunt was cut short as Countessa yanked harshly on her hair, but she continued: “Black coffee, large…”

Countessa gave the woman’s head a dismissive shove and turned away. “Well, at least one S.P.A.N.K. agent has some resistance to mind control. I’d be impressed if I wasn’t so irritated.”

“That’s right, bitch,” the prisoner replied with a defiant sneer. “You’ll never break a S.P.A.N.K. agent with mind control or torture. We’re conditioned against it.”

Countessa responded with a hearty laugh. “Oh really? Is that a fact, you stupid blonde cow?” She stepped forward and swept her prisoner’s hair back over her shoulders and out of her eyes, then lifted the woman’s chin to stare into the woman’s eyes.

“I have evidence to the contrary.” Countessa turned the woman’s chin toward me.

The blonde’s eyes followed Countessa’s gesture – then widened as she recognized me.

“Katie??” she gasped in shock. “What…why…how…why are you dressed like a slutty maid?”

I stared blankly back at the prisoner. She was familiar somehow. I knew her from somewhere.

“Tut, tut,” Countessa chided the prisoner. “You’ll have to forgive my pet if she doesn’t respond to that name, agent. You may have known her as Agent Katie of S.P.A.N.K. – but she’s become accustomed to the name ‘fuck-toy’ around here. And while she would make a lovely household slave, what you refer to as a ‘maid costume,’ SHE considers her official I-PRUDE uniform.”

“KATIE!” the prisoner repeated, now with a note of real concern. “I came here to rescue you! You’re one of us…you’re an agent like me…you’re my partner…my friend!”

Countessa laughed again, turning to me. “Tell me, pet, do you know who this defiant captive is?”

I slowly looked back and forth between my mistress and the blonde woman hanging in the cyclo-gasm ring. A name popped into my head…’Susan.’ I spoke it aloud: “Susan?”

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I saw a glimmer of hope cross the prisoner’s face. It was short-lived, however.

“Yes, that is Agent Susan Chambers of S.P.A.N.K. She was captured trying to disturb our plans here, and trying to kidnap you away from me.” Countessa turned and caressed my cheek. “I can’t let her steal you away from me. Tell me, how do you feel about this agent of S.P.A.N.K?”

I looked the naked blonde prisoner up and down slowly, noting her muscles tensed in defiance as she pulled against her restraints. I saw the eager look in her eyes, the concern in her face.

I turned toward Countessa. “An agent of S.P.A.N.K. is your enemy, Mistress.” I looked back at the blonde captive with disdain and spoke scornfully: “And so she is my enemy as well.”

Susan gasped. “Katie, noooo…”

“Excellent, pet. Do you remember me mentioning that Madame No and I have a test for you?

“Yes, Mistress,” I said brightly, returning my full focus to Countessa. “I am ready.”

“Excellent. Bend and grasp your ankles, agent.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied immediately, and bent forward as I’d been taught over and over.

Once again 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 repeatedly: “Thank you, Mistress, for correcting my behavior. I pledge to do better. Now, who would you like me to kill?”

“Soon, my pet,” Countessa replied soothingly. “First I have something else. You may stand.”

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

Countessa turned and retrieved something from a hook on the wall. It was a long white cylinder with a black handle, and two red prongs on the end. She pressed a button, and crackling sparks lit the end of the device. The sizzling sound echoed in the cell with the smell of ozone in the air..

I recognized the device, of course…I’d felt those prongs on my rear a few times before I learned the correct way to serve Countessa. Soon this Agent Susan would learn the correct way, too.

I drew in a short breath in surprise when Countessa handed the wand to me. “You know I am proud of you, pet, learning to obey me so well. Agent Susan has been…less cooperative…in answering my questions. I would like you to encourage her to learn obedience, just like you did.

I pressed the button and stared mesmerized for a moment at the sizzling sparks on its end before I turned to the blond enemy prisoner. “As you wish, Mistress…how should I begin?”

“Well, pet,” Countessa cooed, pointing toward her captive. “I suppose you could start with those big fat udders of hers…or her inner thighs. I’ll leave that to your preference, pet.”

The shackled woman began squirming and fighting her chains. “Katie, nooo!” she squealed at first, before she gazed into my eyes imploringly. “Please, no, Katie, don’t do this! Please…”

I stared back at the blonde woman dangling before me. I pitied her, actually. As an agent of S.P.A.N.K. she really didn’t know any better. But like me, she could learn, if she really tried.

I took a step toward the squirming prisoner, the wand crackling in my hand, my eyes resolute.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said confidently.

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Whew! This is tense! It was a lot of fun to write an extended hot kinky scene like that.

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