Denise fought her way back up to her knees, trying to break Deena’s chokehold.
She needed to let this upstart newbie in blue know that she wasn’t ready to submit.
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Denise suddenly pulled a very athletic move, summoning her strength and getting her legs underneath her.She was able to fight her way back up to her knees and used her lower center of gravity to drive Deena backward.
Deena tried to maintain her hold around Denise’s head, but now she was off balance. Denise worked her hands up to Deena’s arms, and her superior strength began to weaken Deena’s grip.
–”not so fast, rookie!” Denise hissed.
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First post in the series:
Latest:
I was SO excited to find out that the lovely and talented Denise had drawn me in the 2023 Secret Santa drawing by @Rob66www.deviantart.com/curia-dd This image is the 9th of 18 in a series that she created and we’ll be sharing as December rolls on.
Yes, she did 18 images for a secret santa gift!?!?!?!!!
Only a truly awesome and generous person would do something like that!
Keep an eye on both our pages for follow up images!! Please go check out her page for more of her work!
And thank you SO MUCH Denise for this new vision of Deena! Let’s GOOOOO!!!
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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!
The plan WAS for Kara and Evie to be inconspicuous and blend in among the peasant girls in the orcs’ spoils of war.
But Evie’s optimistic chatter revealed their ruse, and soon KarVie were headed to the special auction for captured warriors.
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Evie: “I’m telling you, Kara, these stupid orcs can’t tell the difference between a barmaid and a badass warrior. They won’t even bother tying us up if they think we’re harmless. We can just walk right in to the fortress past the clueless guards, easy-peasy.”
Orc guard: “You do realize I speak your language fluently, right? I majored in ‘Human Resources’ at Alabama.”
Evie: “Oh, I’m sorry…I’ll speak more slowly and use smaller words.”
Kara: “Dammit, Eves…”
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I’m sure all you creative kinksters out there can come up with an even BETTER caption than mine above.
SHOW ME! Add your caption in the comments below and I’ll give a shoutout to my favorites on the next post!
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Today’s post is the 60th – of my series,“Quick Bites Tuesday.”
The original series idea from @CallMePlisskin has helped to ensure 2023 is MY BEST YEAR EVER!
We’re also now up to 318 DAYS of consecutive daily posts – CLOSING IN ON A FULL YEAR.
MASSIVE thank you to my artist partners who have collaborated with me on this series!!
In last week’s caption contest, regular contributor @a1rgos came up with a little cheer that had me laughing:
“Ready? OK!” “Tie me up, tie me down, rip off all my clothes!” “Spank me, tickle me, suck on all my toes!”
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If you enjoyed this kinky sexy fun times image, go give @PerilousV a look at Patreon and/or SubscribeStar.
He’s definitely worthy of your subscription budget. Here is his LinkTree: linktr.ee/artofvenus
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 2023 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.
Agent Katie encounters The Game Master and his sultry assistant, Erica Brooks.
Will she complete her mission? Or will she be trapped in his game forever?
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My great friend @Rob66 organized a fun Secret Santa exchange this year and I was honored to be included.
I was assigned to @shnoogums5060 as their Secret Santa.
Though I’d never met them or been to their DA page before, I went and did a little research, learned a bit about their OC Erica Brooks, and about their tendency to self-insert as alternately ‘The Game Master’ and ‘Eric B.’
I then crafted up a little story in my style and put Agent Katie right into the nefarious hands of ‘Ms. Brooks and Mr. B.’
Though I seem to have missed the mark on their canon and their OCs, I’m hoping they were entertained nonetheless.
I hope YOU will enjoy this little Agent Katie story in typical Agent Katie style!
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“Agent Katie,” spoke the cool, measured voice in her earbud. “Please confirm mission details.”
“Don’t need to, control,” Agent Katie replied back in a slightly annoyed tone. “I’ve got this.”
The response was terse. “This is an important mission, agent. The confidential informant is an important asset to us. We can’t afford any of your typical…misunderstandings…and we’re not paying the Hostage Rescue Team overtime when you are captured, tied and gagged…again…’
The last word was delivered with such derision that Agent Katie grimaced. Control had a point. Her mission success ratio as an Agent had dropped below 65%, and her ‘success without being captured first’ rate was down to the mid-single-digits. She currently had the worst stats within the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. (Syndicate for the Proliferation, Analysis and Normalization of Kink).
Perhaps, just this once, she should cooperate with control.
“Copy that, control,” she replied in a more conciliatory tone. “Contact is in Boundcore building at 6969 Harmon Street, 6th floor. Contact name ‘Mr. B.’ Plan is to present myself at the 6th floor reception posing as arriving for an interview. During interview, contact will pass me a 3TB drive.”
Agent Katie paused before adding: “Probably 3TB of that bondage porn you guys watch in the break room.” She replied with a little more sass – just to let control know she wouldn’t be bullied.
“Hilarious, agent,” the flat voice of control responded. “Proceed to the location when ready.”
“Proceed to location, control? I’m parked in front of the building. Are you reading my location?”
“Negative, agent. We show you on the wrong side of the street and down half a block.” The voice of control let out an audible sigh. “Did you get lost again, Agent Katie?”
“Negative, control,” Agent Katie shot back with more sass. “I’m looking at the name and address right in front of me. Boundcore Building, 6969 Harmon. I’m losing faith in you guys. Katie out.”
“Wait, agent!” was all she heard as she tore the bud from her ear and tossed it in the center console with irritation. ‘Not too comforting when control has no idea where I am.’ She tucked the key fob in her pocket and got out of the car, leaving her phone and purse inside. All she really needed was the slim folder with her fake resume and credentials. Anything else was a liability.
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There was no reception desk in the lobby, so Agent Katie made her way directly to the elevators. The brushed steel elevator doors contrasted nicely with the dark paneled wood on the walls.
At the 6th floor reception desk Agent Katie was asked to wait, after being informed that ‘Mr. B’s assistant,’ Ms. Brooks, would be out for her soon. She fidgeted a bit, not knowing what to do without her phone to check Discord or DA for notifications. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long.
A striking redhead in a figure-hugging black pencil skirt and burgundy fitted silk blouse strode out into the waiting room, stiletto heels clicking on the floor. Agent Katie’s eyes went wide as she took in the statuesque beauty. She gulped and composed herself, realizing she was staring.
“Katie?” the redhead inquired, while giving the agent a once-over of her own. I’m Erica Brooks, Mr. B’s assistant. Come with me.” She turned on her heel and strode away without waiting.
Agent Katie scrambled to her feet and hustled after Ms. Brooks. “Mr. B’s private elevator to his suite is just at the end of the hall,” the scarlet-haired beauty called over her shoulder.
They passed a number of empty conference rooms with windows facing the street. Through the glass, Agent Katie could see the building across the street, a blue-tinged glass building with a large address and logo mounted on the side facing them.
To her surprise, Agent Katie saw ‘6969’ and ‘Boundcore’ displayed in 10’ tall characters on it. Her stride faltered for a moment as she tried to make sense of the anomalous view.
“Something wrong?” Ms. Brooks asked, with clear annoyance in her voice.
“It’s umm…I…” Agent Katie stammered, still glancing at the signing on the other building out the windows. “I don’t know how, but I think I’m in the wrong building…”
“No,” Ms. Brooks said firmly, taking Agent Katie by the upper arm and directing her toward the polished brass elevator entrance. “This is where you should be. His office is right this way…”
“Excuse me, but…” Agent Katie murmured, shying away from the arm grip. “I think I need to…”
Ms. Brook’s grip on her arm tightened, almost painfully. “Mr. B is expecting you…he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” She gave Agent Katie a tug toward the elevator and pressed the call button.
Agent Katie wasn’t sure what was happening, but she knew something was wrong. With a firm jerk of her arm, she broke Ms. Brooks’ grip, and made a break for the emergency exit nearby.
An alarm sounded as Agent Katie broke through the door and headed for stairs leading down. She flew down the stairs as quickly as she dared in her heels. She descended past 5, 4, 3…and wondered if she should go all the way to the ground, or divert onto the 2nd floor instead.
The choice was made for her when the second floor door burst open and a security guard entered the stairwell, gun drawn. Agent Katie paused and glanced back up the stairs, but the 3rd floor door revealed another guard before she took a step. ‘Damn, that was fast…’ she mumbled.
Obeying their shouted commands, Agent Katie raised her hands over her head, descended to the 2nd floor landing, and faced the wall. Strong hands pushed her against the cinder blocks and began wordlessly patting her down – rather unnecessarily thoroughly, she thought.
“Uh…guys…” Agent Katie stammered. “Is there a problem? I, uh, couldn’t find elevators, so…”
Their silence continued as her arms were drawn behind her back and cold metal cuffs ratcheted down on her wrists. “Let’s go…” one of the guards muttered. “We can discuss things more discreetly downstairs.” He grabbed her upper arm roughly while his partner took her other. Together they nudged her forward and perp-walked her toward the stairs headed down.
Strangely, the very next floor down was marked ‘Sub-Level 3,’ and the guards propelled her toward it. “What happened to the ground floor and the first sub-levels?” she wondered aloud. The guards didn’t answer, maintaining silent scowls as they pushed her through the door.
A windowless, dimly lit cinder-block hallway definitely gave the impression of a subterranean floor. Past a brushed steel elevator marked ‘S-3,’ the hall opened into what looked like a mini-police station with several desks, a video monitoring station, and two empty cells.
‘That’s rather ominous,’ Agent Katie thought. ‘My performance ratios are gonna take another hit.’
She was led not to a cell, but to a doorway to the side. Inside a windowless room was a table with chairs facing each other. ‘Interrogation room,’ Agent Katie mused. ‘Been there, done that.’
Agent Katie was plunked unceremoniously into one chair with her wrists and arms pulled up and over the back, forcing her shoulders up and her chest out. A guard on each side grasped her ankles and thighs, spreading them wide and tucking her feet under the sides of the seat. Below the seat, her ankles were drawn together and cuffed as well. To add to her discomfort, more handcuffs were used to daisy-chain her wrist restraints to the connection between her ankles.
One guard finally spoke. “Someone will be in to deal with you later,” he sneered. He gestured to the brick walls. “If you scream and shout, no one will hear you, but I’ll get really annoyed.” He conspicuously patted the taser at his side. “Be a real shame if you made me shut you up.”
“How much later is later?” Agent Katie asked as the men filed out. “I’ve got a hot date tonight.” Neither answered, leaving her only with the solid clunk and click of the metal door latching shut.
“Well, this sucks,” she muttered, trying to get a little more comfortable in the metal chair. She soon found it impossible; her shoulders were pulled back sharply over the chair back, and her chest was thrust up and out rather lewdly. Her neck already ached at the awkward angle.
The way her thighs were spread to the sides of the chair made her lower back arch – and made her skirt ride almost all the way to her hips. The tension on the shackles bit into her legs just above her ankles, with similar rings being dug into her wrists by the cuffs behind her.
The discomfort made the prospect of ‘later’ much more ambiguous and anxiety-inducing. It wasn’t long before tingling in her hands and feet turned to numbness, and the strain on her neck and back turned to rigid muscles. Time dragged on in the bare room.
Just as Agent Katie’s head began to loll to one side in exhaustion, the door opened. She slowly lifted her face to the door, then grimaced in mock surprise to see who stood there.
Once again, Erica Brooks stood before her, calling her name. “Katie? It’s Erica again. I’m so sorry this has happened to you…it seems there’s been a terrible mistake.”
“Mistake?” Agent Katie murmured, now confused by the change in Ms. Brooks’s tone. The icy assistant demeanor was gone, replaced by what seemed like genuine concern.
“Johnson!” Ms. Brooks called out. “Get these cuffs off her!” One of the guards, the one who had threatened Agent Katie with the taser, sheepishly freed her limbs.
“I’m afraid this is all an unfortunate case of mistaken identity,” Ms. Brooks continued, her brown eyes softening in a way that helped put Agent Katie at ease. “We thought you were someone coming to do harm to our boss, and we were just trying to protect him.”
As Agent Katie rubbed her wrists to restore circulation, Ms. Brooks leaned forward and held her hands. At her touch, it seemed as if the pins and needles and aches went away. Smiling, Ms. Brooks pulled her to her feet. Agent Katie was surprised to find she could stand on her own.
“The ‘Mr. B’ you were looking for is actually in the building across the street. Perhaps there was some mixup with the address or something?” She gave Agent Katie a sympathetic look. Our receptionist called over there, and they’re still waiting for you. Let me show you the way.”
“I, uh…thanks?” Agent Katie stammered. She wanted to be furious over the way she’d been treated, but the combination of Ms. Brooks’ kind-hearted concern and the confusion over the building addresses had Agent Katie more than a little discombobulated.
Ms. Brooks led Agent Katie out into the larger room of the security office, and turned toward the polished brass elevator visible in the hallway. “I’ll see you out and get you on your way.”
Agent Katie was still contemplating how she could have made such a terrible mistake as they got on the elevator. She watched as Ms. Brooks pressed the ‘L’ button just above the buttons for S2 and S1, and the doors hissed shut. They exchanged nervous slight smiles as the elevator lurched into motion, and Agent Katie turned toward the doors, waiting for them to reopen.
After just a few seconds, the elevator bumped to a stop. Agent Katie glanced up at the digital floor indicator above the door. To her surprise, it read ‘PH.’ The panel of buttons showed ‘PH’ as the building’s top floor, or ‘Penthouse.’ They had seemingly moved a dozen floors in seconds!
“Just a quick stop,” Ms. Brooks smiled with pursed lips. Her gentle countenance was once again replaced by a look of arrogance and disdain. “Mr. B is even more eager to meet you now.”
The doors hissed open and Ms. Brooks prodded Agent Katie through, to an expansive room. Daylight shone through tall windows, yet only blue sky showed where the skyline should appear.
A lone man sat behind a massive desk. Below a clean-shaven pate, bright eyes flared from a handsome face with close-kept scruff. Broad shoulders featured in a strong, solid physique.
“I’ve brought her as you commanded, Mr. B,” Ms. Brooks said in a deferential tone. “Didn’t I tell you she was delightful? It was all I could do to keep my hands off her. I’m not sure Johnson did.”
“Agent Katie,” he motioned her forward. “Let’s have a look at you. Let’s see if you’re everything Erica said.” He overtly looked Agent Katie up and down as the two approached, with Ms. Brooks tending Agent Katie with a hand at the small of her back. “At first glance, I’d have to agree.”
“So you’re the mysterious Mr. B,” Agent Katie said, hoping that stating the obvious would buy some time to think. Perhaps she’d get him monologuing and explain what the hell was going on.
“That is one name,” he said with a broad grin. “But I prefer another. The one that countless of my subjects call me. The one that you – as one of my subjects – will call me, too.” He paused dramatically. “I am The Game Master. You…” he leered at Agent Katie. “Will serve me well.”
‘Game Master?’Agent Katie grimaced. ‘What kind of megalomaniac…’She suppressed that, keeping her opinions to herself. The strange events of this mission flashed in her mind. The changing street address…the non-sequential floors…Ms. Brooks’ strange ability to heal her…
And then the idea hit: it wasn’t the building changing, or Ms. Brooks possessing magic. It was her perception changing. And who might have the power to change her perception of reality?
Well, someone who called himself ‘The Game Master’ was as likely an explanation as any other.
“Well?” Mr. B asked, stirring her from her thoughts. “What do you say to that, Agent Katie?”
“Serve you?” she scoffed, with all the disdain she could manage. “NO, thanks. I already have a Master. Or a few, actually. No more than six, for sure. Speaking of which, I have a hot date…”
“Freeze,” The Game Master said, with a casual wave of his hand.
Agent Katie wanted to laugh, except she couldn’t open her mouth. She wanted to pull away from Ms. Brooks, but couldn’t move. She WAS frozen – though still aware of everything around her.
“I think you misunderstood,” The Game Master said with a smirk. “It wasn’t an invitation, or even a command. It was a simple statement of fact. You are going to work for me, and will serve me – one way or another.” He looked to Ms. Brooks. “Erica, a full scan, if you will, please?”
Ms. Brooks produced a tablet the size of an iPad mini and pointed it at Agent Katie while moving in a slow circle around her. After she completed a full circuit of the helpless agent, Ms. Brooks tapped the screen a dozen times and then ‘swiped’ toward The Game Master’s desk.
“I’d prefer, of course, if the real Agent Katie would be my personal double-agent out in the world,” he mused, tapping the keyboard set into the surface of his desk. “And perhaps after time, when you’ve had a chance to think about it, you still will.” He dramatically hit his ‘enter’ key.
A bluish light swirled in the open space between Agent Katie and The Game Master’s desk. Slowly a figure began to take shape, indistinct at first, but quickly becoming more solid. As it began to take the form of a woman, Agent Katie realized it was becoming a clone of herself.
And of course, as the clone took on a realistic definition, the figure was utterly naked. Because of course it would be.‘At least I look pretty damn good naked,’ Agent Katie thought to herself.
“She looks pretty damn good naked,” The Game Master murmured, nodding appreciatively.
“And clean-shaven, too,” Ms. Brooks added. “Though I would have bet money on that.”
The clone finished forming and smiled brightly at Agent Katie. “Hey, hottie,” the clone said, looking her original up and down. Then she turned and walked seductively behind The Game Master’s desk. “Hello, Master,” she said, standing beside him and turning to face forward again.
“Delightful,” The Game Master said. “But I’m told you’re quite danger-prone, Agent Katie, so I suppose I should create a spare.” He tapped keys on his keyboard again and loudly hit ‘enter.’
The blue light process repeated and a second clone appeared. “Hey, hottie,” the clone repeated to Agent Katie before moving to the other side of The Game Master’s chair. “Hello, Master.”
“Perfect,” The Game Master chuckled, flanked by two naked and adoring copies of Agent Kaite. Ms. Brooks nodded in appreciation. “An heir and a spare. And both mine to do with as I please.” He stretched his arms wide, around both clones, and happily stroked the outside of their thighs.
“Ooh, will you make me one to play with, please, Sir?” Erica Brooks asked with a wicked smile.
“Erica, I have a better idea…” He nodded toward Agent Katie, an equally wicked grin on his face. “To reward you for your loyalty, I’ll give you the original to play with…on one condition.”
“Name it, Sir!” Ms. Brooks nodded happily, face alight with excitement, staring at Agent Katie.
“I was going to make her a permanent NPC in my Gameworld, and torment her endlessly. But I’d bet you could make her useful. I’d bet you can convince her to serve us more…willingly.”
“Absolutely, Sir. I would embrace that as a personal challenge…thank you for trusting me.”
“Of course,” The Game Master replied. “You have 9 days to break her. Or I give her to Johnson.”
Ms. Brooks gave a look of mock horror. “What a waste that would be. I won’t let you down, Sir.” She glanced hungrily at Agent Katie. “If I may, , I’ll take her into Gameworld immediately.”
“Please do. I can’t wait to see what you choose,” The Game Master said approvingly.
Ms. Brooks smiled and began tapping her tablet again. The windows along one wall turned opaque, and then the wall dissolved, revealing an expansive room beyond – a red-hued room with the broadest assortment of dungeon furniture and accessories Agent Katie had ever seen.
The Game Master chuckled. “Excellent choice – and exactly what I would have expected.”
Ms. Brooks grinned, and turned toward Agent Katie, still tapping on her tablet. Agent Katie felt her clothing begin shifting right on her body. Still frozen in place, but looking downward, she watched as her black skirt began to shrink and re-formed itself into a matte leather thong.
Agent Katie’s jacket and blouse also shrank and re-formed into a thick leather corset with ¾ cups that strained to contain her breasts. “Inhale,” Ms. Brooks commanded, and when Agent Katie did, she gasped as she felt the laces of the corset cinch themselves uncomfortably tight.
“Spiked dog collar or something jeweled?” Ms. Brooks turned and asked The Game Master.
“Oh I think something plain black and severe Erica,” he replied. “Let her earn something nicer.”
“Excellent point, Sir,” she agreed. “And matching restraints on her limbs.”
Agent Katie felt the cool leather of a tall collar against her throat as it wrapped itself around her neck and buckled behind her head. Then she felt leather cuffs encircle her wrists and ankles.
Ms. Brooks drew Agent Katie’s wrists behind her back and joined them. While attaching a short chain between her ankles, she glanced at Agent Katie’s shoes. “Heels could be taller, too.”
Agent Katie wobbled a bit as her stiletto spikes suddenly grew higher. “Oh, those look wickedly uncomfortable,” Ms. Brooks murmured. “And let’s give her a nice thick black cock gag, too.”
Agent Katie felt something form in her mouth that expanded rapidly, pressing down her tongue and nudging at the entrance to her throat. Her jaw stretched to accommodate it. A wide panel spread across her mouth out to her cheeks, and a strap buckled itself tight behind her head.
“I think that’s about it…” Ms. Brooks mused. She produced a chain leash and clipped it to Agent Katie’s collar. “Come along, pet,” she ordered with a sharp tug on the leash. She turned and began leading Agent Katie toward the Gameworld dungeon. “Thank you, boss!” she called out.
“Good luck, Ms. Brooks,” The Game Master called out. He powered up a large monitor on his desk. “These Katies and I will enjoy watching your work with the original. Won’t we, Katies?”
“Yes, Master,” the two naked clones sang in unison, leaning in closer on either side of him.
“In fact,” he called after Ms. Brooks, “perhaps after a while we’ll come join you!”
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Merry Christmas to all my kinksters out there – or whatever particular holidays you celebrate!
I hope that the day finds you happy, healthy, and at peace. I wish for all of you to find what fulfills you this holiday season.
I’m grateful for each and every one of you. Your support, friendship, and our shared banter and fun brings lightness and happiness to my life as well as encourages and drives my creative pursuits.
Have a kinky good time, everyone! Thank you again, and I’ll say it again…I‘m grateful for YOU.
Thank you for making this the BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Kinky fun girl Evie waited up to give Santa a special surprise – but got so excited she couldn’t wait for him to cum!
Still, even the thickest of peppermint sticks can’t substitute for Santa’s Northern Pole.
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It was getting late on Christmas Eve, and all the other girls were ready to go to bed.
They’d been drinking spiked egg nog, snacking on Chex mix, and playing ‘reindeer games’ in their comfy Christmas jammies.
But Evie wasn’t ready to crash just yet.
The other girls warned her that you’re not supposed to actually ‘see’ Santa, or you’ll end up on the naughty list.
Evie laughed and retorted that she ‘LIVES on the naughty list.’
No one – particularly not Kara – disagreed with her.
Still, none of the other girls wanted to take the risk with her, and bid her good night.
Evie stripped down to nothing but a little red hat and lounged on a comfy pillow, ready to give Santa her ‘presence.’
But the longer she waited, the more her anticipation built.
And finally, she got so excited she decided to ‘warm herself up’ a bit for him.
She wondered if Kara would notice that her candy cane was a little melted at one end…
Evie began to fantasize about Santa finding her in a compromising position like this – maybe he’d even spank her!
She got so deep into her blissed-out dream that she wasn’t sure if she imagined his voice, or not…
“Evie!” the deep voice said with a hearty laugh. “Getting off is no way to get off my naughty list!”
“Ohhh, Santa…” she cooed, nibbling on her lip as she stared up at him.
“I think I’ve been a very, very bad girl…”
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Merry Christmas to all my kinksters out there – or whatever particular holidays you celebrate!
I hope that the day finds you happy, healthy, and at peace. I wish for all of you to find what fulfills you this holiday season.
I’m grateful for each and every one of you. Your support, friendship, and our shared banter and fun brings lightness and happiness to my life as well as encourages and drives my creative pursuits.
Have a kinky good time, everyone! Thank you again, and I’ll say it again…I‘m grateful for YOU.
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If you enjoyed this kinky sexy fun times image, go give @PerilousV a look at Patreon and/or SubscribeStar.
He’s definitely worthy of your subscription budget. Here is his LinkTree: linktr.ee/artofvenus
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 2023 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.
Deena’s heels spread Denise’s thighs wide, into an embarrassingly exposed and vulnerable position.
At the same time, she pulled Denise’s upper body back with an elbow locked around her neck.
After yanking Denise around with a grip on her hair, Deena had suddenly sat down, pulling Denise down on her rear between Deena’s legs. Slipping her feet up and over Denise’s thighs, she scooted forward until her abdomen was against Denise’s lower back.
From there, she had all the leverage she needed to spread Denise’s legs wide, exposing her somewhat lewdly to all the fans on that side of the ring. Sliding her arm around Denise’s head from behind, Deena leaned back, pulling Denise’s shoulder blades against her chest.
With Denise’s neck caught in the crook of her elbow, Deena made Denise’s body arch backward and her breasts jut outward and up for all to see. With a little additional taunt, Deena slipped her hand over Denise’s eyes.
–”ready to go to sleep, Denise??” she whispered
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First post in the series:
Latest:
I was SO excited to find out that the lovely and talented Denise had drawn me in the 2023 Secret Santa drawing by @Rob66www.deviantart.com/curia-dd This image is the second in a series that she’s working on and we’ll be sharing as December rolls on.
Keep an eye on both our pages for follow up images!! Please go check out her page for more of her work!
And thank you SO MUCH Denise for this new vision of Deena! Let’s GOOOOO!!!
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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!
Defending the frozen north from evil Ice Wizards is just one of the duties of the Winter Warrioresses.
One by one, the Nordic knockouts fall to a cruel frosting by the heartless wicked woman.
Poor Deena’s lips aren’t the only part of her that are blue-tinged any more…
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Keeping the Christmas Images going right through the holiday with this sexy battle scene from @Dxc2005
THANK YOU, my friend. I am so grateful for your friendship and your sense of humor, and I’m so glad we created Deena together!
If you enjoyed this kinky sexy fun times image, go give @Dxc2005 a look on his DA page or other links.
And check out his feature length stories on his gumroad, too: dxc.gumroad.com/
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!
When the Greeblies and other minions from Jonut21 invited Agent Katie to play ‘reindeer games,’ she should have been suspicious.
Very, very, very suspicious…
Knowing how playful the Greeblies are, Agent Katie really didn’t mind modeling the form-fitting micro-fleece reindeer suit for them. It seemed like a cute fun idea at the time.
She actually thought the jingle-bell collar with her initial on the pendant was a sweet gift. And the matching wrist and ankle cuffs and waist-belt were fun to jingle.
And a candy-cane striped bit gag? These guys were being so clever with the theme! She did think the antlers were a bit of a stretch, but they were so happy, she went along with it.
It wasn’t until the sleigh harnesses were hooked to her belt and the reins were attached to her bit that she began to feel a little uneasy. And that was BEFORE the grinning Greeblie produced the buggy whip!
OWW! That little cracker on the end of the thong stung (and made quite the snappy noise).
“ON, VIXEN!” they ordered…
And just like that, they had a VERY kinky sexy fun Christmas card to share with all their fellow minions.
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Kicking off Christmas-themed images with the very first one I received, this kinky sexy fun image from my awesome friend @jonut21
THANK YOU, my friend. I am so grateful for your friendship our fun banter, and awesome collaborations.
Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions.
And lots more of his Agent Katie work is in HIS gallery on my DA 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! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my 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.
Kara and Evie might not know a lot about sportsball, but they can’t resist the chance to put on cute skimpy (and kinky) outfits and show off what they’ve got!
They quickly learned that a little shake brings all the boys to the field.
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It didn’t take them long to get into the excitement and pageantry of Bowl Season.
They don’t have to know a lot about sportsball or even care what teams are playing.
Because really? The guys don’t seem to have any complaints.
They could even be forgiven for wearing Alabama colors, I suppose…
Kara: “Pffft! They say ‘Roll Tide’ because they can’t spell elephant.” Evie: “SEC Dominance?? Just who is this SEC guy and where can I meet him?”
Kara: “I’d rather give myself to someone they call a Victor Valiant – you know, a Conquering Hero.”
Evie: “Oh yeah…those guys over there in Maize and Blue can be Champions of MY North any time…”
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I’m sure all you creative kinksters out there can come up with an even BETTER caption than mine above.
SHOW ME! Add your caption in the comments below and I’ll give a shoutout to my favorites on the next post!
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Today’s post is the 59th – over a FULL YEAR – of my series,“Quick Bites Tuesday.”
The original series idea from @CallMePlisskin has helped to ensure 2023 is MY BEST YEAR EVER!
We’re also now up to 311 DAYS of consecutive daily posts – MORE THAN 3/4 OF A YEAR!
MASSIVE thank you to my artist partners who have collaborated with me on this series!!
In last week’s caption contest, denizen of the time-out corner @GozerGozarian had a couple punny ones, but his partner in slime @jonut21 takes the win for these delightful snippets of dialogue:
Katie: “I hated the first Octopussy; now I’m in the crappy remake!”
Loud: “If that tentacle gets into my fun box, everybody’s gonna find out why they call me Loud!”
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If you enjoyed this kinky sexy fun times image, go give @PerilousV a look at Patreon and/or SubscribeStar.
He’s definitely worthy of your subscription budget. Here is his LinkTree: linktr.ee/artofvenus
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 2023 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.
Deena had held her hand over Denise’s mouth until the red-clad blonde stopped squirming.
Still, Deena didn’t want to give the veteran wrestler any chance to recover her balance or strength.
Switching hands with her grip on Denise’s hair, Deena slipped her left hand under Denise’s chin and drew her head back.
As Denise’s head moved, so went her body, until she was being pulled all the way back onto her rear.
Deena was a little surprised at the success she’d had in the match so far.
She knew Denise was a formidable foe, and she wasn’t going to take anything for granted.
Now was not the time to let up!!
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First post in the series:
Latest:
I was SO excited to find out that the lovely and talented Denise had drawn me in the 2023 Secret Santa drawing by @Rob66www.deviantart.com/curia-dd This image is the second in a series that she’s working on and we’ll be sharing as December rolls on.
Keep an eye on both our pages for follow up images!! Please go check out her page for more of her work!
And thank you SO MUCH Denise for this new vision of Deena! Let’s GOOOOO!!!
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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!
Cecy didn’t say much when she returned from her ‘field study’ with the Greeblies last week.
She was uncharacteristically quiet and reserved…and had a glazed look in her eyes that Agent Katie had seen before. It was a common look for agents after they’d been ‘rescued’ from the Greeblies, or from ‘The Manor.’ It was a look Agent Katie had herself worn a few {dozen} times.
Heck, Agent Katie had gotten a brief reminder herself last week. For a while she had felt guilty for handing Cecy off to the Greeblies so that she could enjoy her ‘private modeling session’ with preeminent artist Jonut21. As it turned out, a few Greeblies had remained behind and made sure Katie was tightly trussed and gagged before being delivered to Jonut21’s studio.
By the time the next Thursday rolled around, Cecy seemed to have fully recovered. Thursdays are special days when Agent Cecy gets to demonstrate what she’s learned by practicing her skills upon Agent Katie, her mentor and direct supervisor.
Cecy actually seemed extra fired-up to get the training session started. “I want to show you what I learned about escaping from a locked car trunk,” she told Agent Katie excitedly.
“Good idea,” Agent Katie replied approvingly. “That’s a valuable skill for an agent to have, as it’s more common than you might think for an agent to get knocked out and locked in a trunk. Though with the prevalence of SUVs these days, it’s less common. But then SUVs have those cleats for anchoring cargo, and you can barely move around. Now, back in my day…”
“Yes, yes, that’s all interesting, boss lady, but can we get started on the lesson?” Cecy asked impatiently. “I arranged for a training car to be parked in the employee lot…let’s head out to the car so I can show you what I’ve learned!” She took Katie by the hand and tugged her along.
Despite Cecy’s disrespectful interruption and impatience, Agent Katie felt a surge of pride. Her young protege was learning and advancing at an accelerated rate under Katie’s supervision.
When the reached the training car, Agent Cecy popped the trunk and pulled out an elaborate red leather bondage harness. “Now if you’ll turn around, Katie, I’ll get this fitted on you.”
“On me?” Agent Katie replied in surprise. “I thought you were going to show me what you learned about getting out of a trunk?” Katie had to admit though, it was a rather lovely harness…and did Cecy really want to put the harness on her in the parking lot? There were already a couple other agents who had wandered over to see what was going on.
“Yes!” Cecy nodded excitedly. “That’s exactly what I’m going to show you! Let’s get started!”
Agent Katie’s confusion was easily overcome by Cecy’s enthusiasm. Katie held her hair up while Cecy buckled the thick red collar around Katie’s neck. A strap dangling from the collar was fitted between Katie’s breasts – Cecy giggled opening two of Katie’s blouse buttons to accommodate it, and Katie shivered at the fingertips of her beautiful young protege brushing over her breasts.
After simple red leather cuffs joined Agent Katie’s wrists behind her back, Cecy carefully drew the front strap between Katie’s legs, careful to keep Katie’s skirt down to protect her modesty in such a public setting. After the strap was anchored to Katie’s cuffs, it attached to the back of her collar to complete a vertical circuit around Agent Katie’s body. Katie squirmed nervously.
Two wide red belts completed the body harness by circling Agent Katie’s torso just below her breasts and just above her waist, pinning her arms tightly to her side. Then Agent Cecy held up a thick panel gag with a huge red phallus on the inside panel. “Open up!” Cecy chirped.
“Wait, wait…is, uh…that necessary?” Agent Katie stammered. By now several agents clustered around them to watch Agent Cecy immobilize her older blonde boss. “You said this was to show me what YOU learned about getting out of a locked car trunk…” her voice trailed off anxiously.
“OPEN UP.” Agent Cecy repeated in a more firm and stern voice. Agent Katie compulsively complied – she wasn’t sure what it was about being dominated by the youthful and perky brunette agent, but when Cecy took charge it just GOT her, every time. She opened wide.
“You’re right, I did promise to show you what I learned about car trunks,” Agent Cecy replied as she popped the plug into Katie’s mouth and buckled the straps tightly. “I learned that it’s hard as hell to get out of a locked trunk when you’re also restrained.” She grinned and winked.
“HHNNNGHHH? Hrr ‘oo ihhdnnn hee?” Agent Katie cried incredulously into the gag. She was as frustrated with herself as she was with Cecy…how did she not see this coming…and how did her irrepressible protege manage to take total control of her once again?
“In you go!” Agent Cecy said gleefully as she grasped Agent Katie’s strapped up torso and guided her down and onto the trunk floor. Katie kicked half-heartedly at her in exasperation, but Cecy easily snagged Katie’s legs and wrapped another strap around her ankles.
As she tucked Katie’s legs into the trunk, Agent Cecy continued her monologue. “I also learned how to influence the Greeblies. Remember when you left me with them for a day last week? They kept me for two days! And it would have been longer if I didn’t strike a deal with them!”
Agent Cecy grinned at Katie’s distressed look as she closed the trunk lid. She knew Agent Katie had already guessed at what her ‘deal with the Greeblies’ entailed. Cecy kept grinning as she got behind the wheel and started up the car. She laughed softly at the occasional bumps and muffled curses from the trunk. When the complaining got too loud, she simply aimed for a pothole or manhole cover – and she took her time getting to her destination, enjoying the ride.
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An hour later, Agent Cecy finally pulled up to The Manor (aka, ‘SS&A, d/b/a The Manor,’ a subsidiary of Jonut21 Enterprises LLC). A pair of happy little creatures wearing bellhop hats welcomed her with eager waves, and she was welcomed inside by the Sinister Sisters.
“I’m here to settle up with the Greeblies,” she said with a wicked grin. She tossed the car keys to one of the happy little creatures with ‘valet’ on his black robe. “The payment is in the trunk.” Agent Cecy chatted amiably with the sisters while waiting for the Greeblies to retrieve Katie.
When the Greeblies carried Agent Katie in, wriggling and squirming and shouting curses into the gag, Katie looked quite disheveled. Her skirt had risen well above her hips, nearly to her waist. Her jacket and blouse were rumpled and torn, lapels spread wide, and her hair a sweaty mess.
“More straps!” One of the Greeblies happily chirped, pointing to the newly added restraints around Agent Katie’s thighs. The devious creatures clung to Katie’s legs rather possessively.
“Yes, I see you found the rest of the straps in the trunk,” Agent Cecy grinned. “But I also notice Agent Katie’s clothes are a bit rumpled and she’s a little more exposed than I left her…”
The two Greeblies exchanged sheepish grins. Then they simultaneously pointed their blame at one another. “Roopsie!” one giggled. “More straps?” implored the other.
That was enough to elicit another round of frustrated struggling and angry cursing from Agent Katie, directed toward Agent Cecy: “Ceffy!!! Yufff Bfffch!! MRFGGG!!”
“GOODNESS!” Agent Cecy exclaimed, looking at the Sinister Sisters. “I must apologize for my mentor’s most un-ladylike behavior and colorful language. I hope that’s something you two will be able to help her with…it seems she could use some more decorum lessons…” She winked at her seething boss while snapping a dozen more future blackmail pictures with her phone.
“Don’t worry, Agent Cecy,” Eloise, the tall slender sister, assured her. “We always enjoy having Agent Katie stay with us for a spell. I think in a couple days she’ll be much more relaxed, much less high-strung…and ready to act like a proper lady again. And better dressed, too.”
“Oh, Cecy!” Berta, the short stocky sister, exclaimed. “You really MUST stay for tea! High tea will be served promptly at 5.” She nodded enthusiastically while looking the brunette up and down. Agent Cecy wasn’t sure she liked the way Berta licked her lips.
“I would love to, Miss Berta, but I really must get going. I have an appointment with an artist…now that Agent Katie is otherwise occupied.” Agent Cecy was looking forward to her own private modeling session with Jonut21, after Agent Katie had excluded her from the last one.
“Oh, but we…” Eloise paused, glancing down at the Greeblie who had sidled up to Cecy. “…AND the Greeblies…INSIST that you stay…”
~~~the end??~~~
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Huge thanks to my friend jonut21 for this fun artwork that’s a treat for both Cecyme and myself!
I’m flattered that our stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for our collaborations!
Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions.
And lots more of his Agent Katie work is in HIS gallery on my DA 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! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my 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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