Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 8

Crop of artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

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Agent Katie is taken into custody by mysterious men in black.

Agent Katie of S.P.A.N.K. is back, and on an exciting new mission!

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Here’s an excerpt:


Director Alucard led the way to his office, with Agent Katie walking just behind and to one side of him deferentially.  Two guards trailed along behind them, enjoying the bounce of Agent Katie’s skirt while she hobbled along wearing only one shoe.

Just as the group got back to the administrative wing, they were stopped by two men in black suits blocking their path.

“Director Alucard,” offered one, flashing a badge.  “I’m Agent Smyth.  This is Agent Smythe.  We’re here to interview Agent Katie.  We will be taking her back to the containment wing.”

“No.” said the Director flatly.  “She’s my responsibility, I will handle her interview.”

“Oooh, ‘fraid we can’t allow that,” he replied in a condescending tone. “She’s coming with us.”

Director Alucard squared his shoulders.  “NO.  She’s my agent, and you can’t have her.”

“Easy now.”  The other man in black held up his hands, palms out, in a patronizing manner.  “Director Alucard, your loyalty and protection of your team is admirable, and I respect that.”  His tone was anything but respectful.  “However, you well know that we have jurisdiction in all matters of alien contact. Your agent has had more than incidental contact with an alien criminal.”

“Trust us, Director,” assured the first.  “We will handle your agent with dignity and respect, and she’ll be returned to you in good condition.  But we are taking her with us.”

Agent Katie stood there, feeling alone and small, while the three men discussed who she belonged to as if she wasn’t even there.  She wasn’t looking forward to facing Director Alucard’s ‘interview’ or whatever consequences he had planned for her.  But at least he was familiar, and seemed to care about her.  

The two men in black were frightening to her.  Their agency was shrouded in mystery.  And they had a reputation for being ruthless and above the law.  Agent Katie didn’t like how they were discussing her—and she didn’t like the implications of being returned ‘in good condition.’

Agent Katie could see the resigned look on Director Alucard’s face even before he nodded silently and stepped aside.  He definitely wasn’t happy about being outranked and overruled.  “I’m sorry, Agent Katie, but they’re correct…you will need to go with them for now.”  

He then turned to Smyth and spoke in a calm firm tone.  “Two hours.  I want her back here, unharmed and with all her memories intact, in two hours.”

“We’ll do our best,” Smyth replied.  The two men in black stepped forward and stood imposingly in front of her.  “Your wrists, Agent, if you will.  We would appreciate your cooperation.”

Agent Katie held up her hands with her wrists parallel in front of her.  Smythe’s handcuffs clinked as he withdrew them from his pouch, and Agent Katie could hear the familiar ratcheting sound as they closed down around her wrists, the cool metal feeling heavy on her arms.

Smyth gestured with his hand for her to turn and walk back toward the containment wing.  As she turned, he touched her upper arm with his hand as if to guide her.  He then slipped his hand down to her elbow and held it with a light grip.  The other man, Smythe, fell in step on the other side of her and gently grasped her other elbow.

As they led her away, Agent Katie shot a look back over her shoulder.  The two guards were still standing there, staring as if in shock from what had just happened.  Director Alucard, however, had already turned away and was walking toward his office with a deliberate stride.

Suddenly, Agent Katie felt very vulnerable and very alone.  And as she was taken away into the unknown by two strange men, she was more than a little worried about what might lie ahead.


Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 1 HERE

Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 2 HERE

Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 3 HERE

Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 4 HERE

Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 5 HERE

Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 6 HERE

Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 7 HERE

Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 9 coming soon!

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Howling at the Moon – Teaser Edition

artwork by callmeplisskin

Alynnya submits herself to a long and arduous initiation process to join The Order of the Red Rose

Full uncensored image on my site. I’m hoping this two-page teaser will whet your appetite for another multi-chapter story and collaboration with CallMePlissken. Chapter 1 coming soon!

The following is an excerpt; the full story will be published here:


“You foolish girl!” Marcus sneered.  “You really thought you could play us, Alynnya?  You thought that a few days of wearing our collar and being our little plaything would be enough to get you into The Order of the Red Rose?”  

“The trials we’ve put you through were nothing compared to what the beast will do with you,” Louis added.  The other men nodded in agreement.  “Assuming he accepts you as tribute.”

Marcus turned my chin and made me look directly into his eyes.  “It’s time to let the beast know that you’re ready for the ritual.  And do you know how we let him know you’re ready?”

“You send him an engraved invitation?” I asked mockingly.

“Heh.  Amusing.  No.  Like most animals, the beast can smell when a female is ready to be mated.  You’re going to let him know you’re ready.”

Marcus reached out and slipped his fingers between my legs.  I could have resisted.  I could have clenched my legs closed, could have kicked at him.  I didn’t.  It was pointless.  

He knew as well as I did that I was already wet, that being tightly restrained and fondled and vulnerable would have me highly aroused.  He knew I’d been wet on the carriage ride here.

He looked me in the eye while he caressed me–as if daring me to object, to resist, to beg him to stop.  I did none of those; I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I also didn’t want him to stop.

It became a battle of wills…one which I was, of course, destined to lose.  My body wouldn’t listen to my brain and my brain liked what he was doing to my body.  I couldn’t keep quiet any longer, and I let out a moan.

Marcus grinned.  “You’re close aren’t you?  Just seconds more, and you’re going to come, yes?”  

“Yes, Sir Marcus.”

“One more time, I want to hear you beg me to let you come.”

“Yesss…please, Sir Marcus…please let me come.”

Marcus stopped.  “Oh.  I’m so sorry.  I would…but that’s the beast’s decision now.”

I let out a wail of frustration.  As if in answer, a noise came from the woods.

“Hmmm.” Marcus whispered.  “I think the beast has caught your scent.”

He replaced the gag, and stepped from the pool.  He took one last wistful look at me and turned to take his place with the others.

Only a moment later, a rustling of the low brush signaled the arrival of the beast.  The council members remained silent and still off to one side.  Branches at the edge of the forest parted, and the beast stepped through into the clearing on his hind legs.

He appeared to be nearly eight feet tall, powerfully built with broad shoulders and chest that tapered down to a narrow waist and rippling abs.  His waist was almost the height of my chest, and the rest of him towered over me.  

Walking on his hind legs he looked remarkably human.  From the waist up he looked very human, if not for his canine head, glowing yellow eyes, and mouth full of sharp teeth.  From his hips down, he appeared to have the haunches and legs of a wolf.

He paused only a moment before striding up to me, never giving the council members a second look.  He lowered his face down to meet me, his eyes staring into mine, his hot breath blowing my hair back from my cheeks.  He sniffed once, twice, around my face, then sniffed my hair before lowering his snout down to my chest.

Warm drool escaped his maw and landed on my chest, running down the cleavage of my dress and dripping across my breasts.  He sniffed across my collarbone and up my neck, then plunged his nose between my breasts.  Then he clasped the front of my dress between his teeth, and tore it down the middle to my navel.

I gasped audibly at the sudden tearing and tugging.  At once I felt the cool air against my newly bared flesh, and felt his warm saliva cooling and drying down my front.  All the while I kept my eyes directly on him.  I felt a mixture of fascination and fear–and anticipation.

He licked at my bare breasts, which surprised me enough to make me flinch.  He raised one hand and lifted my breast with just one finger, then let it fall again, and lifted the other.  Carefully and gently he took one claw and traced it over my breasts.  I sucked in my breath and bit my tongue as the tip of his claw caught at my nipple, then traced back and flicked at it again.

Glancing down between my breasts, I saw his cock beginning to swell and emerge from its sheath of fur-covered skin.  Like everything else from his hips down, it had wolf characteristics and seemed to be growing directly out from his body.  Reddish in color with raised ridges and bulges, it was larger and longer than any human man I’d seen.

I must have been staring, because I heard the men snickering from their vantage nearby.  “Now she sees there’s more than one reason he’s called ‘The Beast,’” said Marcus.

To be continued–