Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

Lexi and Lacey from the Catsuit Crew take advantage of an opportunity to play around with the eager and compliant Agent Katie.

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.

But will Madame No be satisfied with the demonstration?

Or will she require some other test of Agent Katie’s submission and loyalty?

We’ll have to wait until after this interlude with Lexi and Lacey to find out!

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

and and

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Madame No ended the video call immediately after her command to ‘make preparations for her arrival.’ Apparently Countessa had much to arrange before then, because she summoned Lexi and Lacey to attend to me.

“Take her to her quarters,” Countessa commanded the two catsuited beauties. “No, on second thought…take her to mine.” Countessa smiled wickedly and lifted my chin with two fingers. “I may need to blow off some steam with angry sex before the Madame arrives.”

I smiled happily at that thought. One of the many ways Countessa liked to train me to obey was with rough sex to see how much I could take. And luckily for me, I can take a lot! I wasn’t always sure if Countessa thought that was a pleasurable quality or a frustrating quality, or both. Either way, it made her challenge me harder and harder! 

<Unfff!> It made me wet just thinking about it!

Lexi and Lacey both roughly grabbed my upper arms and propelled me to the door. They didn’t need to push me around like this, of course – I was as compliant with them as with Countessa.  

These girls from the catsuit crew were part of my training sometimes, too – whenever Countessa let them. So they were like mistresses to me, too, and I had to work just as hard to please them. They enjoyed treating me like this to ‘teach me my place beneath them.’ So I didn’t complain or resist them, I just skittered along on my sky-high heels trying to keep up with their pace.

“Look at that stupid grin on her face,” Lacey said derisively. “She just loves being manhandled.”

“No shit,” Lexi agreed. “Not even the ‘pleasure slave’ programming can account for all this. Her body’s like an amusement park, and I can’t wait to take a ride. Countessa promised.”

“I just hope Madame No doesn’t take her right away,” Lacey murmured. “I wanna ride, too.”

I simply smiled brightly at each of them while they forced me down the hall and into Countessa’s private suite. It made me feel proud they wanted to keep training me so I could be just like them.

When we arrived in Countessa’s large suite, they paused for a moment, surveying the room as they decided what to do with me. Then they shoved me toward the end of Countessa’s bed.

At the foot of the bed was a thin cushion where I often slept when Countessa wasn’t using me. She wasn’t one to cuddle after kinky fuckery activities, so I would be banished there when we were done – usually with my collar chained to the bedpost rings – so she could sleep peacefully.

The catsuited agents pressed me down to my knees with my back to the bed and fastened the chain from the center ring to my collar. But they didn’t stop there; they affixed chains from the lower bedpost rings to my ankles and tugged them apart, forcing me to open my thighs wide to avoid tearing knee ligaments. I struggled to balance my weight under the stress.

“Upper rings to her wrists?” Lacey asked Lexi.

“I have a better idea,” Lexi replied. “To her upper arms.” The leather bands around my biceps had steel rings keeping my gloves up. My upper arms were pulled wide apart by chains from the bedpost rings, leaving my forearms and hands dangling free, but without much range of motion. 

I soon found out why Lexy chose to restrain me that way. She moved just in front of my right arm and unzipped her catsuit all the way down to her pelvis. She motioned for Lacey to do the same on my left. Then she took my hand and guided it through her open zipper and between her legs. Like any proper catsuit wearer, she had no undergarments to get in the way.

I wasn’t surprised at all to find her wet and warm – after all, those catsuits really trapped body heat inside! Lacey felt the same, and both rewarded me with soft moans as my skilled fingers found their way between damp fleshy folds to the moist heat – and sensitive bits – trapped within. 

“Contest time,” Lexi announced. “Whoever you can cause to cum first will give you a reward.”

“Yes, Miss Lexi,” I said excitedly. This was turning me on, which worried me…what if I actually came first?? That was definitely forbidden, and usually meant punishment for me.

“No fair!” Lacey whined. “You’re way more of a lesbian slut than me, you’ll totally cum first!”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when I was making you moan last night, Red,” Lexi retorted. “Here’s your chance to be the dominant one, if you think you can cum first.”

I did my best to please both the wicked girls as if they were Countessa herself. I used skills and tricks I’d learned over many years of servicing and pleasuring captors and lovers alike. Soon I had both panting and moaning as they neared climax at the tips of my fingers.

As I figured, Lexi came first, clenching her thighs around my fingers as if she’d never let go. Lacey followed soon after, tossing her long red hair back and grabbing my wrist tightly.

I was relieved they both came so quickly, because I was well on my way to my own climax, which surely would have angered both of them – and made things much worse for me!

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“Alright then,” Lexi said when she had recovered. She wriggled her shoulders out of her catsuit and peeled it down to her waist, then rolled it off her hips. “Time for your reward, Agent Bimbo.” 

“Lexi, no!” Lacey hissed. “Countess is going to find out and she’ll be so pissed…we can play around with her a little more, but we can’t go too far! Not without permission!”

“Fuuuuck,” Lexi whined. “Dammit, I’m tired of waiting to have my way with this bimbo agent slut! You have no idea how much trouble she’s caused me over the years!”

I was confused by that…I was pretty sure that I’d never met Lexi before the day she and Lexi took me prisoner. What could I possibly have done to cause her trouble before that? Whatever it was, it was a big enough deal for her to risk angering Countessa – and Madame No.

“You said it yourself, Lacey…Madame is going to take her away and we’ll never get our chance. It’s now or never…get those chains off, I wanna see her squirming around the floor for me.”

“I don’t know, Lexi,” Lacey said nervously, but she moved to comply with Lexi’s command. Lexi could be impossible to resist once she made up her mind about something. 

As soon as I was free from the restraints, Lexi commanded me to strip off my bikini top and thong bottom, “but leave the gloves and leggings on,” she ordered. 

“Yes, Mistress Lacey,” I chirped while hurrying to comply.

“You strip down, too, Red,” Lexi commanded Lacey. “You can have her as soon as I’m done with her.” she gave Lacey a wink. “And I wanna see that hot naked bod of yours, too.”

“Mmmm…ok, Lexi,” the sultry redhead murmured. Now that Lexi had made the decision, Lacey was warming to the idea of having some fun, too.

I was still waiting at the foot of Countessa’s bed, looking at the amazing bodies of these two women who were in control of me now. I knew they expected me to please them…but the truth was, I was eager to do so, and I knew I would enjoy myself doing it!

Lexi eased herself into a reclining position on the floor – apparently she thought using Countessa’s bed was one step too far and wasn’t willing to risk it. Beckoning me with a crooked finger while staring me down, she commanded me to crawl over to her. I obeyed immediately.

She opened her legs for me and I slowly crawled between them. I kept my eyes focused on her with a wide smile on my face. I’d enjoyed fantasies of being subservient to Lexi during my training here – there was a familiarity to her that was alluring, in addition to her raw dominance.

I couldn’t help thinking I’d been in this position before. But that was impossible, wasn’t it?

I slid my hands just outside Lexi’s hips while I lowered myself into place. Lexi reached out and grabbed my forearms, holding them down to the floor while she clenched my biceps between her calves and thighs. I was pinned there in her grip, my mouth just inches above her.

“Well, slut? Get to work,” she commanded with a sneer. “Let’s see just how effective your hypno-training has been. If you’re the empty-headed pleasure-slave you’ve been trained to be.”

“Yeah, get at it, I’m next,” Lacey laughed from a chair above me. She used her bare feet to push me down onto Lexi further, toes digging into the flesh of my rear. “I wanna hear some slurping!”

“Yes, Mistresses,” I cooed, opening my mouth and bringing my tongue to bear on Lexi’s warm wet folds. I didn’t waste time licking around or probing within…I went straight for her clit. And I was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from Lexi while she clenched her legs on my arms.

Lexi had commanded me to ‘get to work,’ and she was someone who expected results – so I worked quickly and diligently to drive her toward the climax she was demanding from me. Above me, Lexi giggled and let her fingertips wander over her own skin in anticipation.

Unfortunately for all of us, our impromptu little orgy was not to be. The intercom in Countessa’s suite crackled to life with her own voice: “Lexi, Lacey, report to the cell blocks immediately.”

Lexi wailed loudly in frustration – I knew she’d been close to cumming again. “Dammit!” she shrieked. “This stupid bimbo was too damn slow, and now I don’t get my revenge! Fuck!!!” 

She pounded her fists on the floor, but grudgingly scrambled to her feet. Lacey was already up and getting herself dressed again. I pushed myself back onto my knees to await further orders.

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“Not…fucking…fair…ughh!” Lexi continued to grumble as the two slipped back into their catsuits and returned me to my chained and kneeling position at the foot of Countessa’s bed. 

“I know a way you can make blondie pay for your frustration,” Lacey reassured her. “Watch.” Lacey got down on one knee and slid her fingers between my legs. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “She’s gushing, she must have been close, too. Edging now is going to make her insane.”

“Lemme see,” Lexi laughed, and joined Lacey kneeling before me with her fingers in me, too.

“Ohhhh…” I moaned. “Please noooo…don’t do that…please stop if you won’t let me cum.”

Lacey slapped my face suddenly. “That’s ‘please no, mistress,’ to you, fucktoy.”

I was more shocked by Lacey using Countessa’s special nickname for me than by the slap. “Please, no, mistress,” I moaned, looking into Lacey’s eyes. “Please, no, don’t do this…”

“Fuck!” Lexi exclaimed. “You’re brilliant, red! Her pathetic begging is getting me all hot again…” Lexi grabbed a handful of my breast and increased the ferocity of her fingers inside me. “Don’t you fucking dare cum without permission!” she warned.

“Unnnnnnhhh!” I wailed. “Please stop, Mistress Lexi,” I whimpered.

“Beg me to cum so I can tell you no.” was Lexi’s only reply. 

“Beg us both,” Lacey added, gripping my ass and squeezing hard.

I knew they weren’t going to stop tormenting me…my only hope was that they would relent and let me cum, however unlikely that was. I began to beg for that instead. “Please, Mistress Lacey…Mistress Lexi…please let me cum…I need to cum…I think I’m going to…”

“Oh, no you don’t!” shouted Lexi, withdrawing from me immediately. Lacey did the same. 

I moaned pitifully at the loss of their touch and the loss of opportunity for release. “Please…please don’t leave me like this…please, no…”

Lext turned to Lacey and gave her a kiss full on the mouth. “Fuck, that’s hot, red,” she groaned. She suddenly grabbed a fistful of Lacey’s long hair and dragged her to her feet. “Come on, Red. As soon as we take care of whatever Countessa wants, I’ve got an itch you need to scratch.” 

“Wait…” I wailed after them. “Please…you can’t leave me like this!!” 

My pleas, of course, went unanswered – they were already gone.

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It was at least an hour later before Countessa strolled into the room. She paused to look at me kneeling on the floor, my head hanging limp, my arms dangling from the bicep restraints.

“Well, well,” she laughed. “It seems you somehow seduced those wicked girls into having some fun with you without permission.” She walked closer, making note of my disheveled hair and costume in disarray. “I, of course, blame you for that, and you shall be punished for it.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said weakly as she unclipped all the chains from my collar, arms, and ankles.

“Go get my strap-on,” she commanded. “The big blue one. You have no idea how stressful my job is, and you’re making it worse by your wanton seduction of my girls. I don’t need your irresponsible distractions right now when the Madame will be arriving soon.”

“Yes, Mistress Countessa,” I replied, nodding, and moving to the drawers where she kept her ‘toys’ and ‘tools’ for my education and training.

“I have so many frustrations I need to take out on you,” she continued. “Better grab your ball gag, too…you’re going to need it.”

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Whew!  That was spicy!  And a lot of fun to write an extended hot kinky scene like that.

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!

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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:

and

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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.”

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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!

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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:

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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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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 3 soon!

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