Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit
Countessa promised Madame No that she would test the loyalty of the eager and compliant Agent Katie…just how will she be teste?.
In part 1, Agent Katie investigated the Catsuit Crew and tried to rescue her former recruit – who had been brainwashed by the Crew.
In part 2, she was taken by Countessa of I-PRUDE to the ‘mind-molder.’
In part 3, Agent Katie was presented to Madame No with a demonstration of her obedience.
In part 4, Lexi and Lacey took advantage of Agent Katie’s obedience conditioning.
Will Agent Katie pass this test? And who is the captive blonde woman?
Not essential, but I recommend checking out parts 1-4 first:
and and and
I must have passed out at some point, because I woke up sprawled face down at the foot of Countessa’s bed – with her nudging me with the toe of a pointed boot. My aching jaw reminded me I was still wearing the ball-gag, too…but at least her strap-on wasn’t still inside me.
“Get up, fucktoy,” she commanded. “Get yourself straightened up and brush your hair. Your mascara is a mess from crying. Make up your face and let’s go. The Madame has arrived.”
Ignoring the protests of my sore muscles and stiff joints, I scrambled up and rushed into the bathroom of Countessa’s suite. I straightened my ‘uniform’ and did the best I could with my disheveled hair and smeared makeup. I smiled at my ‘just been fucked’ look in the mirror.
I slipped the ball gag down around my neck just long enough to drink a few glasses of water and reapply my lipstick. Then I replaced the gag – I hadn’t been given permission to remove it.
When I felt somewhat presentable again, I came back out to Countessa’s main room to find her at her desk tapping on her laptop. She looked me up and down and nodded without smiling. “You may remove the gag,” she said with a dismissive wave. “We’ll be leaving in a moment.”
“Will I meet Madame No, Mistress?” I asked cautiously.
“Perhaps, if you perform well,” she replied. “The Madame and I have arranged a few little tests of your loyalty first. If you pass the tests – meaning, if you survive – I will present you to her.”
I was certain I would pass any testing. “Mistress, I swear my loyalty is to you, and to I-PRUDE,” I replied in earnest. “I promise, you do not need to test me…but I will do as you command.”
“We shall see,” Countessa said evenly. “That may prove more challenging than you think.”
I followed Countessa out into the hallway with eager anticipation to prove myself. I didn’t feel anxious about the tests. After all, what could she possibly question about my loyalty to her?
I was surprised when we turned down the wing where all the cells and interrogation rooms were. I was quite familiar with the route – not only had I spent several days in the detention wing myself, but I’d made the trip from there to Countessa’s quarters and back many, many times.
A dark-haired catsuited agent stood guard outside an interrogation room. It was the curvy brunette I recognized from the bank heist surveillance video along with Lacey and Lexi. She nodded to Countessa and unlocked the door as we approached, standing aside for us to enter.
“Remember,” Countessa warned me. “Madame No will be watching everything on the CCTV feed. Do not disappoint me. I would hate to lose my fuck-toy.” She turned and entered the cell.
“Yes, Mistress, I will make you proud!” I exclaimed. I swelled with pride that my Mistress called me ‘hers,’ and that she would hate to lose me. I smiled brightly at the curvy brunette guard, who scoffed and rolled her eyes at me in return while she closed the door behind us.
I kept my eyes to the floor while I followed Countessa into the cell. It wasn’t until after I took my place by her side (and slightly behind) that I thought to look for the CCTV cameras. Before I found them, however, a flash of gold and yellow caught my eye in the otherwise stark gray cell.
A naked blonde woman was mounted spread eagle along the focal wall of the room, hanging limply by chains and shackles in the center of the circular cyclo-gasm device.
Her wrists were pulled up and away from her body at harsh angles, while her shackled legs dangled a few inches off the floor. Her chin rested on her chest, her long blonde hair hiding her facial features while it cascaded down her front.
Her long and taut body was toned and fit, yet her breasts and hips were even larger than mine! A sheen of sweat glistened over her skin and there were scattered red marks on her flesh, likely from crops and floggers…or worse implements of torment. Somehow they made her look sexier.
The cyclo-gasm was an insidious device. I’d spent an afternoon hanging where she was now, while the black inner ring bathed the hapless subject in invisible rays that activated and stimulated every nerve ending. Whenever the ring began to hum and pulse, the onslaught of rays kept the subject in a state of sustained overwhelming arousal – and unrelenting orgasms.
I’m sure that sounds wonderful to most, and sure, the first few orgasms were quite enjoyable. The next few dozen were not! Fortunately for the woman shackled to the device, it was turned off at the moment and she was left hanging in a brief moment of recovery between treatments.
There was a familiarity about the prisoner, a feeling I’d seen that blonde hair and – strangely – that I’d run my hands over those curves before. But without seeing her face, I couldn’t place her.
“Stay here,” Countessa commanded me, pointing to my spot on the floor.
She stepped forward and reached behind the woman’s head to grasp a handful of blonde hair. Countessa pulled the woman’s face to hers, but the prisoner’s features were still hidden to me.
The blonde woman slowly stirred, head wobbling for a moment before focusing.
“You here to take my lunch order?” the agent murmured in a sarcastic tone. “I’ll take an everything bagel with egg, ham, cheese and…ahh-ahhh!” The agent’s taunt was cut short as Countessa yanked harshly on her hair, but she continued: “Black coffee, large…”
Countessa gave the woman’s head a dismissive shove and turned away. “Well, at least one S.P.A.N.K. agent has some resistance to mind control. I’d be impressed if I wasn’t so irritated.”
“That’s right, bitch,” the prisoner replied with a defiant sneer. “You’ll never break a S.P.A.N.K. agent with mind control or torture. We’re conditioned against it.”
Countessa responded with a hearty laugh. “Oh really? Is that a fact, you stupid blonde cow?” She stepped forward and swept her prisoner’s hair back over her shoulders and out of her eyes, then lifted the woman’s chin to stare into the woman’s eyes.
“I have evidence to the contrary.” Countessa turned the woman’s chin toward me.
The blonde’s eyes followed Countessa’s gesture – then widened as she recognized me.
“Katie??” she gasped in shock. “What…why…how…why are you dressed like a slutty maid?”
I stared blankly back at the prisoner. She was familiar somehow. I knew her from somewhere.
“Tut, tut,” Countessa chided the prisoner. “You’ll have to forgive my pet if she doesn’t respond to that name, agent. You may have known her as Agent Katie of S.P.A.N.K. – but she’s become accustomed to the name ‘fuck-toy’ around here. And while she would make a lovely household slave, what you refer to as a ‘maid costume,’ SHE considers her official I-PRUDE uniform.”
“KATIE!” the prisoner repeated, now with a note of real concern. “I came here to rescue you! You’re one of us…you’re an agent like me…you’re my partner…my friend!”
Countessa laughed again, turning to me. “Tell me, pet, do you know who this defiant captive is?”
I slowly looked back and forth between my mistress and the blonde woman hanging in the cyclo-gasm ring. A name popped into my head…’Susan.’ I spoke it aloud: “Susan?”
I saw a glimmer of hope cross the prisoner’s face. It was short-lived, however.
“Yes, that is Agent Susan Chambers of S.P.A.N.K. She was captured trying to disturb our plans here, and trying to kidnap you away from me.” Countessa turned and caressed my cheek. “I can’t let her steal you away from me. Tell me, how do you feel about this agent of S.P.A.N.K?”
I looked the naked blonde prisoner up and down slowly, noting her muscles tensed in defiance as she pulled against her restraints. I saw the eager look in her eyes, the concern in her face.
I turned toward Countessa. “An agent of S.P.A.N.K. is your enemy, Mistress.” I looked back at the blonde captive with disdain and spoke scornfully: “And so she is my enemy as well.”
Susan gasped. “Katie, noooo…”
“Excellent, pet. Do you remember me mentioning that Madame No and I have a test for you?
“Yes, Mistress,” I said brightly, returning my full focus to Countessa. “I am ready.”
“Excellent. Bend and grasp your ankles, agent.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied immediately, and bent forward as I’d been taught over and over.
Once again I felt a sharp sting as the palm of Countessa’s hand impacted the flesh of my rear. “Ohhh!” I gasped before biting my lip to stifle a happy moan. I could feel warmth and pleasure spreading through me, but especially pooling deep in my belly and between my legs.
I responded as I’d been taught repeatedly: “Thank you, Mistress, for correcting my behavior. I pledge to do better. Now, who would you like me to kill?”
“Soon, my pet,” Countessa replied soothingly. “First I have something else. You may stand.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I replied happily. I could still feel the warm handprint on my rear.
Countessa turned and retrieved something from a hook on the wall. It was a long white cylinder with a black handle, and two red prongs on the end. She pressed a button, and crackling sparks lit the end of the device. The sizzling sound echoed in the cell with the smell of ozone in the air..
I recognized the device, of course…I’d felt those prongs on my rear a few times before I learned the correct way to serve Countessa. Soon this Agent Susan would learn the correct way, too.
I drew in a short breath in surprise when Countessa handed the wand to me. “You know I am proud of you, pet, learning to obey me so well. Agent Susan has been…less cooperative…in answering my questions. I would like you to encourage her to learn obedience, just like you did.
I pressed the button and stared mesmerized for a moment at the sizzling sparks on its end before I turned to the blond enemy prisoner. “As you wish, Mistress…how should I begin?”
“Well, pet,” Countessa cooed, pointing toward her captive. “I suppose you could start with those big fat udders of hers…or her inner thighs. I’ll leave that to your preference, pet.”
The shackled woman began squirming and fighting her chains. “Katie, nooo!” she squealed at first, before she gazed into my eyes imploringly. “Please, no, Katie, don’t do this! Please…”
I stared back at the blonde woman dangling before me. I pitied her, actually. As an agent of S.P.A.N.K. she really didn’t know any better. But like me, she could learn, if she really tried.
I took a step toward the squirming prisoner, the wand crackling in my hand, my eyes resolute.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said confidently.
Whew! This is tense! It was a lot of fun to write an extended hot kinky scene like that.
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