Negotiating the Captive’s Release

Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

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Agent Katie BRAVELY agrees to submit herself to take the place of the innocent bound captive.

The thing is – the kidnappers never asked her to…

see part 1 here:

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Agent Katie lowered her firearm and stared at the bound captive wriggling on the floor.

The naked woman had been both blindfolded and gagged, with her wrists tied behind her back in coils of thick rope, and her ankles also lashed together. She had been left lying face down on the filthy wood floor, in obvious discomfort due to her quite ample chest compressed below her. Agent Katie could tell, despite the blindfold, that the captive was an exceptionally pretty girl of Hispanic descent.

Agent Katie was mesmerized watching the dark haired girl rolling back and forth trying to get comfortable, trying to relive the pressure on her shoulders and neck. It was an intensely erotic scene and Agent Katie couldn’t help imagining herself in the captive’s place. It was just…so…hot…watching her writhing blindly. As if the woman sensed her presence, the bound prisoner lifted her head and ‘mmmphed’ in Agent Katie’s direction.

Agent Katie was startled when two weaselly looking henchmen strolled into the room, but not nearly as surprised as the minions were.

When the toadies entered the room to check on the brunette model they’d kidnapped, the last thing they expected was to see an armed woman in the room. They sure didn’t expect to see a curvaceous blonde in strappy heels, a micro-mini skirt, and a sleeveless blouse with an open plunging neckline. Certainly not one that fit almost the exact profile of the kind of girl they were supposed to be ‘recruiting’ for their customer.

It was so unexpected, in fact, that they had let down their guard and left all their gear and weapons in the other room.

Well, whoever this intruding blonde was, the hapless henchmen knew they weren’t getting paid enough to get shot over a naked brunette that didn’t even match the customer’s wish-list. They glanced at each other, trying to decide whether to raise their hands or make a run for it.

Before they could do either, the blonde woman said, “Oh, shit,” and her shoulders slumped. The minions watched as the blonde set her pistol on the floor and kicked it over to them.

“Alright,” Agent Katie said, showing her empty palms out to her sides. “You’ve got me. Look, guys, take me instead, ok? I’m a trained professional, so fair’s fair, you do whatever with me, I can handle it…but let this poor innocent girl go, ok?”

“Uhhh…” mumbled one dumbfounded minion. He glanced at the other, who was equally confused about what was happening. The first looked down at the blonde’s pistol lying at his feet, before looking back up at the pretty blonde now raising her hands over her head. “Uhhhhh…” he repeated.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, I know the drill,” Agent Katie nodded. “You want me to prove I don’t have any other weapons.” She sighed audibly. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her miniskirt and shimmied her hips to slide the garment down her thighs. While she stepped out of the puddled fabric, she grasped the hem of her blouse and pulled it up over her head. After tossing it on the floor near her skirt, she said, “Oops, these too,” and slipped out of the straps of her heels.

The minions watched open-mouthed as the curvy woman raised her hands above her head and performed a slow 360 degree turn. “See? No tricks, nothing else hidden anywhere.” When she completed her turn, clad only in her bra and thong, Agent Katie sank to her knees beside the bound woman. She sat back and tucked her heels against her rear, again raising her hands up to shoulder height. “I’m no threat to you now.”

“Well, uhhh…good?” the second henchmen stammered.

Agent Katie glanced back and forth between the two befuddled toadies, seeing the disbelieving looks on their faces. “I understand, you still think I’m trying to trick you, like as soon as you untie the girl I’m going to attack you or something. I get it.” She paused, looking around the room. “So, like, if you need to restrain me first, that’s legit. You guys have some cuffs or something?”

“Uhhh…sure..?” the first murmured. “We’ve got some more rope and tape in the other room…”

“Cool, cool,” Agent Katie nodded. She looked down at the bound girl beside her. “We’re not going anywhere, are we sweetie? Hang on, this will all be over soon and you’ll be free.”

“MMMMPHH??” the blindfolded and gagged Hispanic girl replied.

The two henchmen stepped aside, whispering. “What the actual fuck is going on here?” the first asked his partner.

“I dunno, but go get the fucking rope, ok? The blonde chick checks off every box on the customer’s list. He’s gonna pay us so much we can throw in the brunette chick for free.” He gave the first guy a shove to hurry him out of the room.

“This your ropework?” Agent Katie called out to the remaining minion. “Those are some pretty good knots, considering how thick the rope is. She wasn’t going to get out of those on her own.” Agent Katie gave the weaselly-looking henchman a wry look. “Trust me, I know.”

“Yeah, that’s my rigging,” the minion replied proudly, while surveying the curvy blonde’s body and deciding where he was going to place the ropes on her. “I guess if you’re so experienced, I’m gonna have to get creative if I’m gonna impress you.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll try,” Agent Katie scoffed. Suddenly she pointed to where her pistol lay abandoned on the floor between them. “Hey, pick up my firearm and put it someplace safe, will ya? It already looks like I scuffed it on the floor.”

While the minion stooped to pick up the discarded sidearm, the first guy called from the other room. “Hey, there’s a shit-ton of rope an’ tape in here, how much you want?”

He stood tall over Agent Katie, looking down at her, eyes roving over her lingerie-clad body, and winked. Agent Katie blushed and looked away.

“ALL OF IT!!!”

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SO HEY…we all owe Alucard’s Spirit some gratitude for this one…he intended yesterday’s image as a fun one-off.

The image and idea were very popular, and there were many ideas and requests for ‘what comes next.’

Despite being pretty busy in RL, he decided to surprise us with a follow up today.

And as a thanks, I made sure to write a little extra for it.

I hope you’ll all appreciate it too, and show some love and gratitude in the comments.

Better yet, go check out his page and show some love at Alucard’s Spirit !!

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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! #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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Deena as BlueBust the Corsair Princess

Art by vrobx1

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Art by vrobx1 Go check out his page!

When things get a little boring on land, Deena sets sail and battles buccaneers with her all-girl band of blue-blooded (and blue-lipped) corsairs.

Want to join her crew? Well unless you’re a brash and brassy busty babe, forget about it.

Although they may have an opening for a cabin-boy or two…

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@vrobx1 is an artist who is primarily a writer – who then began creating artwork for his own stories.

He’s brought an infectious enthusiasm to our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. server and to the comments sections of my DA posts.

Please go check out his work and give him some positive reinforcement, and take time to read his stories!

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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 Gothic Dream

Art by vrobx1

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Art by vrobx1 Go check out his page!

Deena had spent days tracking the sinister troublemaker, the 1 called Vrobx, and she was closing in.

By tomorrow, he would be hers.

She hadn’t quite decided what she would do with him when she caught up to him. Would she seize him, seduce him, or slay him? Or perhaps some combination of the three? (and in what order?)

Twilight was falling upon the Mirkwood when the towers of the secret lair of the AoS villains appeared above the treetops. Deena decided to make a hasty camp to rest and save a breach of the lair for the pre-dawn quiet.

By then, she knew that the 1 named Vrobx would have tired of tormenting his yellow-clad and red-clad prisoners, as would his compatriots @durrik @MenchiMenagerie @joejanus a1gros and others. Perhaps Deena would catch them enough by surprise to bring ALL of them to justice at once.

Deena’s dreams were troubled as she slept by the side of a dank pond in the decaying forest. She woke to a sensation of impending danger, intense emotions overwhelming her with odd combinations of thoughts: she sensed terror and pleasure, death and romance, flighty visions of the macabre mingling with the dark scenery.

Was it an animal or creature of the night sneaking up on her? Were her overwrought instincts playing tricks with her mind?

Or, perhaps…had her quarry and his friends turned the tables to become her predators?

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@vrobx1 has been experimenting with a gothic look in portraits of his favorite ladies of DA, and he created this sexy image of Deena to try and capture a bit of sensual fear in the eyes of the badass with the great abs.

He even added her signature blue lipstick!

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@vrobx1 is an artist who is primarily a writer – who then began creating artwork for his own stories.

He’s brought an infectious enthusiasm to our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. server and to the comments sections of my DA posts.

Please go check out his work and give him some positive reinforcement, and take time to read his stories!

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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 on Hold (pt 2)

Art by Alucard

Full image and vignette at WordPress link

Here’s part 2 of something a little different…this image and vignette follow on from the post ‘Agent in Waiting.’

But who is he, and why has he been watching her? And why did it seem Agent Katie was trying to lure him?

Is this an undercover assignment? Or simply an attempt to seduce a mysterious paramour?

Read the vignette below and make up your own mind!

(but I’m curious how you all interpret it!)

This very sensual sexy image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!

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Perhaps I drifted off while reading my book, or got lost enjoying the saucy images within. Either way, I was so engrossed in the fantasies swirling in my mind that my vigilance lapsed.

I sensed his presence even before he revealed himself. A disturbance in the air of the room, a fleeting motion of shadow, a whisper of soft breath. A vague feeling something was different.

And then he was upon me, his weight pinning me down to the bed. A hand slipped over my mouth, while another gripped the wrist of my flailing arm. He was big, heavy, his grip strong. Even if I had any leverage I wouldn’t have been able to push him off or away.

“SHHH…” he said softly, a confident command with no overt threat. He waited a moment to see if I would obey before easing the pressure on my mouth. I gave a nod to signal my compliance. His weight shifted as his free hand moved to my mouth, a foam ball between his fingertips.

“OPEN,” he commanded before removing his hand from my lips. As soon as I complied, he pressed the ball between my lips and tucked it behind my teeth. I clenched my jaw down to compress it, but the firm sphere expanded again to prop my jaw open.

While I was focused upon the foam between my teeth, a cloth fell over the outside of my mouth. The wide strip covered me from nose to chin when he pulled it back around my head. One hand flipped my loose hair up so the cloth could be knotted behind my neck underneath.

His weight shifted again as he slid down my back, allowing my shoulders to rise off the mattress though he still pinned my hips and legs down. I felt a gentle tap of his finger on each wrist.

“BEHIND,” he commanded. His meaning was clear. I placed both hands in the small of my back, palms together with thumbs pointed downward. I felt the all-too-familiar grip of thick rope enclose my wrists, double hitched to pull it snug, columns cinched by perpendicular strands.

I anticipated a bite of pain from the tightening coils, but his skill was evident. I tested my bonds with slow twists and tugs and found them to be comfortable and secure. He didn’t admonish me for challenging my restraints; if anything, he seemed to expect it.

Only when we both knew that my arms were no longer mine to control did he lift his weight off my lower body. He laid his hands on my upper thighs and slid them down my legs with a hiss over my stockings. With the pressure of his fingertips alone he nudged my thighs, knees, calves and ankles into parallel so he could bind my ankles in the same way he’d secured my wrists.

After cinching several wraps of rope around my lower legs, he pulled the loose end upward until my heels touched my rear. He connected it to my wrists to pull them back into a tight hogtie.

I felt his fingers touching the insides of my forearms as he tucked the final knots away inside the columns of rope, keeping them safely out of the reach of my straining fingers.

Only moments ago I was resting comfortably on my bed alone. In a matter of minutes he had me bound, gagged, and at his mercy, helpless and vulnerable and completely in his control.

I hadn’t even offered token resistance, really. I could certainly claim I’d been overpowered before I could react and fight back. But the truth was, I was waiting for him. I expected him to find me and to make his move, and I still submissively gave in as he bound and controlled me.

I wasn’t sure what to expect next; my fantasies of him coming for me had never explored beyond this moment. The truth was, I wasn’t worried because it didn’t matter. Decisions were no longer within my control. He could do as he desired; he could make me comply with any whim.

I was powerless to stop him – even if I wanted to.

He pulled a chair to the foot of the bed and sat down facing me. I turned my head to look at him, to meet his gaze, to try and anticipate his next move. He still gave no indication of his intentions.

He merely sat there in silence, looking me over, studying my expression and watching my subtle movements as I squirmed anxiously. My heartbeat and breathing quickened in anticipation.

His silence, his inscrutable gaze, and his lack of action were as maddening as they were distressing.

How long would he make me wait before I learned what he had planned for me?

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To be continued? What do YOU think? Thirsty for more?

And what’s your interpretation? Is it an assignment? A secret rendezvous?

Or just a lonely agent’s fantasy?

Enjoyed the image? Go check out more from Alucard !!

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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!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.

Agent in Waiting

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

Full image and vignette at WordPress link

Here’s something a little different…Agent Katie’s not in peril in this image…(at least not yet, anyway).

I appears as if she’s trying to lure someone…for something…but is it an undercover assignment? Or an attempt to seduce a mysterious paramour? Or simply an attempt to feel sexy for herself in her down-time?

Read the vignette below and make up your own mind!

(but I’m curious how you all interpret it!)

This very sensual sexy image created by Alucard’s Spirit. Go check out his page!

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This would be my last weekend in the downtown condo for a while. I had another week of wrap up on my current mission, and then I’d be moving on to another out-of-town assignment the week after. I wanted to make the most of my last couple days in the city.

After a solid day filing reports at my little desk with the lovely view of the city, I decided to go out for a drink before I relaxed by myself for the evening. It gave me a reason to get showered and do my makeup and hair, and wear some sexy lingerie under my cocktail dress. Dressing up, even if just for myself, helped me feel good about myself, made me feel sexy and confident.

Of course, I wasn’t just dressing up for myself. I’d sensed his presence earlier in the day, though I never saw him. Sitting at my desk centered in the grand bay windows, I felt eyes on me. I looked around outside briefly, scanned the balconies in the buildings around me, but I knew it would be in vain.

I’d never actually see him, he was too good at what he did. But it was flattering to know he was watching me and preparing.

The trendy and expensive nightclub was only a few blocks away, so I walked there by myself, stiletto heels clicking on the pavement. I got more than a few looks, and I saw someone turn and follow me to the entrance of the nightclub. The bouncer ushered me right in, leaving my admirer stranded outside. That was ok; he wasn’t the one I wanted following me.

One cocktail at the bar turned into three as I chatted with the bartender and the occasional would-be suitor. Had I wanted, I could have brought any of them back to the condo with me, but they weren’t the ones I wanted, either. They were amusing and their attention felt good, but it wasn’t the attention I was seeking.

I thought I might have caught a glimpse of him through the crowd, but the movement of people around the busy club obscured as quickly as they revealed. It didn’t matter; he wouldn’t approach me in the club, anyway. He was just observing, waiting, watching to make sure I followed my routine and ended up where he expected me to be.

A couple hours later, I broke the hearts of the last two guys chatting me up at the bar, and left alone—after sliding the bartender a massive tip for watching out for me. You could never be too careful about spiked drinks and handsy drunks in this town.

I walked briskly back to my condo building, heels skittering on concrete a little faster this time. My confident stride kept anyone from approaching or following me this time, but I saw the glances as I passed. I felt his presence again too, felt his eyes upon me as if they were something tangible. I smiled at the comforting feeling of having him watch me—as if somehow he was watching over me protectively, even though I knew his intentions were anything but honorable.

Upstairs, I opened up the drapes of the condo and looked out over the city at night. It was beautiful, all the lights outlining the shapes of the building and the avenue that followed the shoreline. I lingered, enjoying the view and the hum of the city until I felt those familiar eyes upon me again.

I turned the lights down a bit, but left the curtains open. I lit candles and placed them around the room, filling the space with a warm glow. Then I slid off my heels and slipped out of my cocktail dress, letting it fall to the floor. I’d pick them up later; for now, I wanted to enjoy being partially exposed and visible in my black lacy lingerie and stockings.

I put on some music and swayed to the rhythm, moving from room to room, making a fresh cocktail in the kitchen, dancing slowly back out to my desk in the bay window, then carrying my iPad back to the bedroom. I set down my drink on my bedside and opened the iPad to the saucy book I was enjoying. Then I stretched out on the bed, in full view of the open window.

I’d read for a while until my book and the images within heightened my arousal. If I remained alone tonight, I’d find a hot passage and bring myself to a climax, or swipe through other sexy images until I came. But somehow, I knew I wouldn’t remain alone tonight.

I knew he was out there. And I had a feeling this would be the night he would make his move.

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To be continued? What do YOU think? Thirsty for more?

And what’s your interpretation? Is it an assignment? A secret rendezvous?

Or just a lonely agent’s fantasy?

Enjoy the image? Go check out more from Alucard’s Spirit.

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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!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.