Stolen into the Night

art by Alucard’s Spirit

Agent Katie has caught the attention of Glob the Space Toad.  And as many of you know, if he wants you, he’ll get you at some point!


My friend AlucardsSpirit and I brainstormed some ideas for our respective characters and came up with a fun little art and prose collaboration…what do you think?  Think we should expand the idea some more??  Good!  Because this is part 2, part 1 is here: Out for a Moonlit Stroll (art by Alucard’s Spirit

See his post here:  Stolen into the Night

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Several hours later, Glob was stealing away in the moonlight with his delectable captive.  He’d spent a few hours with her inside the cabin, alternately charming and seducing the lovely agent into compliance, and then chasing and nabbing her when she became feisty again. 

Finally, he determined it was time to return to his ship with his prize. He took his time intricately binding his wriggling prey, and then gratuitously fondling her curves whenever she became too quiet and still.  He preferred the wriggling. 

As much as he enjoyed her little squeals and moans, he thought it best to gag her for the short walk to his landing site. Then it was off into the moonlight with her, slung over his shoulder and squirming delightfully. 

~~~~~~Part 1 is here:  Out for a Moonlit Stroll (art by Alucard’s Spirit

Out for a Moonlit Stroll

art by Alucard’s Spirit

Agent Katie tempts fate by walking alone in the woods at night wearing… next to nothing!


My friend AlucardsSpirit and I brainstormed some ideas for our respective characters and came up with a fun little art and prose collaboration…what do you think?  Think we should expand the idea some more??  Good!  Because this is part 1, part 2 is here:  Stolen into the Night (art by Alucard’s Spirit)

See his post here:  Out for a Moonlit Stroll

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Agent Katie leaned against the railing and took a deep breath of the clear night air.  The scent of pine and the sweet aroma of the lilacs calmed her. There was nothing like a trip to her family cabin in the woods to ease her stress, and standing on the porch at midnight looking at the stars was a favorite peaceful activity. 

After several weeks straight of intense casework (and one colossal lapse in her judgment), her superiors at the agency had insisted she take a two week vacation.  At first she had resisted because she was so heavily vested in her case. But now that she was here, she was grateful for the time away to de-stress, reflect upon her mistakes, and put the whole sordid deal behind her.

The full moon lit up the woods well enough to clearly see the paths, so on impulse she decided to go for a stroll.  There weren’t any neighbors for a half-mile in any direction, so she felt free to set off in her bare feet and blue silk robe–and once she was away from the cabin, she opened her robe to let the cool air caress her bare skin.  

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Glob the Space Toad grinned as he watched the video feed from his favorite drone.  His targets never evaded him for long. When you’re an intergalactic hunter with advanced technology, almost unlimited resources, and an insatiable appetite, not even hiding in a remote cabin in the north woods will keep your prey hidden long. 

“Ahh, yessss…there you are, my delightful Agent Katie…did you really think you could run from me?”  He admired her shape in the blue silk robe she wore, and more than that, he appreciated the effect the cool night air seemed to be having on her through the thin fabric.  

“Soon, my dear, you will be all mine…”

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Continued in part 2 here:  Stolen into the Night (art by Alucard’s Spirit)

Aurora Rush: Synthetic Seductresses

Aurora Rush cover artwork by CallMePlissken

Aurora Rush is captured while investigating the pleasure-droid factory–and a most unusual interrogation follows!

Full image and excerpt at Katied.life. This Aurora Rush cover was the work of my friend CallMePlissken for Fannda Flames–an author who writes what are affectionately known as ‘trashy novels.’ Fannda has a small but loyal following and is a favorite of Alynnya Slatefire and her friends. Watch my site for more works by Fannda coming soon…and enjoy the excerpt below!

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Excerpt from Mission 17:  Synthetic Seductresses

“Welcome to Synthetica Prime, Miss Rush.  We are delighted to catch you trespassing.”

The silent sexy silvery sentries snagged my shackled wrists and secured them to cables stretching me taut.  Their womanly curves and feminine faces didn’t match their ruthless rough manhandling, and it was pretty hot to be marched about and manipulated like a mannequin.  

“What kind of prison cell is this?”  I asked the unseen speaker.  “And what’s going on, are you going to interrogate me?”  I hoped I sounded defiant instead of just turned on by that thought.

“No, Miss Rush.  You are in our research and testing laboratory.  Your arrival has offered us the opportunity to study your kind and determine your optimal method of seduction and pleasure.”

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See the full image and read more from Fannda’s book on my site here: Aurora Rush: Synthetic Seductresses

And see Aurora’s other adventure here: Aurora Rush: Taken by Tentacles

Rewarding the Bold

artwork by menchimenagerie

Mistress Laressa amuses herself with Millie and Evie after their night out in Laressa’s new dresses

See the full story (and saucy artwork) by MenchiMenagerie here!

This story is part of a birthday surprise for my friend and artist Menchi. I commissioned the image above for him and then wrote the story as his present.

Millie is the character of The Jaded Entity, with visual design elements by  CallMePlisskin.

Evie is my OC, with visual design elements by  CallMePlisskin.

Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie, the artist of the work above.

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Callie’s Diary, pt. 3

Brimstone County #05 artwork by CallMePlissken

See full image and read Callie’s diary entries: Callie’s Diary, pt 3

Callie’s Diary, pt 2

Callie’s Diary, pt. 1

The artwork is the fifth in a new series from CallMePlissken, set in the Weird West setting of Brimstone County. Innocent saloon girl Callie Sierra has been a very popular new character with multiple appearances.

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Dear Diary,

Today the cowpokes from the cattle drive rode into town.  They’d been on the trail for nigh two months now, and they were so filthy and smelly!  

This time, there was a lady cowboy in the crew.  She looked me up and down in the same way ol’ Rosie does, like appraisin’ me an’ all.  When I brought her a mug of ale, she asked where the baths were.  

When I told her and pointed the way, she grabbed my arm an’ said, “no, I want you t’ show me…I’ll be needing you t’ wash my backside…and certain parts o’ my frontside, if you know what I mean, girl.”

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See the full image and read Callie’s diary entries on my site here:

Callie’s Diary, pt. 1 Callie’s Diary, pt 2 Callie’s Diary, pt 3

Recruiting Girls for the Gods

Rithian Girls provide unusual challenges in recruiting sacrifices for The Ancient Ones

Olkoth stared into his flagon of ale and tried to rub the tension headache from his temples.  The bubbles and foam in his ale reminded him of the nebulous primordial realm in which his master resided, and he wished that he was there now, by his masters’ side.  The task his master had given him ages ago was taking all his patience and will to complete.

He looked at the open ledger before him.  Only fifteen names were listed, and he was expected to recruit twenty nubile new followers for his master before he could return to his master’s side.  Even worse, the fifteen he had already sent through to his masters’ realm had all proved rather unworthy.  The next one needed to be special.

Recruiting worthy followers on this world was difficult in the best circumstances.  It was difficult finding young women who were willing to pledge their bodies and souls to an unknown fate with a ruthless deity.  After days of having their flesh violated by monster after horrific monster, those found worthy would spend eternity as the shared concubines of his master and his fellow celestial entities.  Those who were not found worthy–well he didn’t like to think about those.

Things had been different since he had arrived in Rith.  Oh, recruiting was still challenging for him.  It was just challenging in a different way.

He looked up as a perky young blonde slid into the opposite bench of his booth.  She was quite pretty, had a healthy, youthful and athletic body, a lovely smile, and had pale greenish-blue eyes of a color he’d never seen before.  She carried a confidence he’d seen in many Rithian girls.

“Hi!  Are you Olkoth, the recruiter?” she asked, a sparkle in her eyes.

“I am.  What may I do for you?” he replied.  He already knew where this was going.

“I heard about your master, and I think I’d like to be considered to serve him,” she said cheerily.

“I see.  And are you certain that is what you really want–or are you just looking to be fucked by a tentacle monster?”

The pretty blonde looked surprised.  “I…uh…no!  I mean…yes!  I uh…yes, I’m certain.”

“Do tell,” Olkoth sighed wearily.  “Thank you for your interest in my master.  Unfortunately I am unable to extend an offer of enslavement at this time.  Best luck to you in your future servitude.”

He watched as the blonde’s face changed to a disappointed frown, then a frustrated pout.  Then he watched her stomp away rather immaturely.  He sighed again.  Then he pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and shook his head.  That was the third one this week.

Olkoth slowly became aware of a change in the atmosphere…and the smell of…strawberries?

He looked up and saw a gorgeous golden-haired woman seated across from him.  Her eyes were of a bright blue he’d only seen in the cosmic flames of the eternal supernova of Nyctelios.  And her sun-kissed flesh was in a shape somewhat fuller and curvier than the last girl.

“Hello,” she said in a calm measured tone.  

“You are very stealthy,” he replied.

“It’s my job to be stealthy.  I hear you are a recruiter of sorts.”

The juvenile lust-smitten grin fell away from Olkoth’s features.  “Oh.  Let me guess.  You want to be fucked by a tentacle monster, too.”

“Tentacle monster?” she asked, looking bored.  “Pffft!!  Please.  Been there, done that.”

“Oh?”  Olkoth’s grin was making a resurgence.  “I suppose, then, you’re aware that what you’re inquiring about requires a lifetime of sexual servitude to the Elder Gods?”

The blonde stared at him with those plasma blue eyes for a moment.  “I sense that’s some sort of test?” she asked.  “Because the Elder Gods are a little tame for my tastes.  I’m seeking something a little spicier and more decadent than those benign do-gooders.”

‘Now we’re getting somewhere,’ Olkoth thought.  “You are correct, that was a test.  As you seem to know, I serve one of the Outer Gods, the true Great Old Ones.  And you are also correct, that their tastes do run a little more…’spicy,’ I think you called it?”

“Well, I’m not interested in pledging my body and soul to just any run-of-the-mill deity.”

Olkoth swallowed hard.  Time to close the deal.  “You understand that service comes at a great cost…your flesh is to be offered as tribute for the pleasure of my master–and his peers.”

“I do indeed understand,” she said with a somber nod.  “To fulfill my destiny, I must stand in the presence of your master, and…achieve physical communion with him.”

“I know of none who would survive such a physical interaction,” Olkoth said.  And what a shame to see that incredible body consumed in a flare of brimstone.  

“If that is my fate, that I die at the hands of your master, I shall consider it his divine will.”

Olkoth blinked rapidly, his breathing quickening.  “And you should also know, that upon entry to my master’s realm, you must first endure the pantheon of horrors that stand between you and his godly presence?”

“Doing so will put me in the proper state of mind to meet our master.”

Olkoth realized he had found a true believer.  But against his better judgment, he decided to risk the wrath of his master with a selfish ploy to taste this magnificent creature for himself.

“Then of course you also know, I must personally see to your worthiness before I can send you to my master’s realm.”  

“I would expect no less,” the woman replied with a level stare.

Olkoth decided to go for broke.  “You would consent to spend several days in servitude to me, collared and shackled, performing many unsavory tasks, satisfying my every desire and whim?”

“I will do all that is commanded of me, and then more, in order to seek your approval.”

“Sign here, please,” Olkoth said quickly, and pushed the ledger across the table with trembling fingers.  His heart raced as he watched her write her name with a flourish.

“Evie,” he read, turning the ledger to face him.  “No last name?”

“None that you need know,” she replied.

“Very well then,” he replied, getting to his feet.  “There is a castle just up the road where we may begin your…indoctrination.  It is small, but the subterranean levels are well appointed.”

“Please lead me,” she replied as she stood beside him.  “I am yours to command.”

“I’ll um…need you to turn and place your hands behind you.  It’s a, uh…symbolic measure that I take you there already bound.”  Willing or not, Olkoth wasn’t letting this one get away.

“I understand,” she replied.  “Oh, and by the way…that wasn’t a ‘no’ on the tentacle monster.”

~~~the end?~~~

The Silken Trap, pt.1

artwork by menchimenagerie

Evie dangles herself as bait for a mysterious predator and finds herself dangling in Laressa’s grip

Long before Evie ever called Laressa ‘Mistress,’ they had a more adversarial relationship…that of hunter and prey. But just who was the hunter, and who was the prey?

Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie.

See the full image and read Part 1 of ‘The Silken Trap.’

Here’s an excerpt:

I had to admit that I was a little surprised at my quarry’s first touch.  I was prepared for an attack, a strike meant to incapacitate or shock me.  But the first touch was light and sensual, and sudden…I didn’t realize the predator was even there yet–there were no footsteps, no movement from the mouth of the alley, nor from deeper within.

That first disconcerting touch was followed by a warm body pressing against my back and firmly pinning me to the wall.  The form leaning into mine felt incredibly strong yet pleasantly soft.  

Then came the hot breath on my shoulder and a sweet heady scent, followed by the soft sensual voice of a woman.  “Such a darling little fly, I will have so much fun with you.”  

The voice was at once seductive and inviting, yet condescending and taunting all at once.  It was the tone of a predator confident that their prey was already defeated and helpless.

I was tempted to spring my trap right then, but instinct and training both told me to wait, draw her in a little more.  There was far too much unknown here…how she was able to approach me unnoticed…why she was so strong…and her intriguingly seductive manner.

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See Part 1 of ‘The Silken Trap.’

Callie’s Diary, pt. 2

Brimstone County #02 artwork by CallMePlissken

See full image and read Callie’s diary entries: Callie’s Diary, pt 2

Callie’s Diary, pt. 1

This is the second in a new series from CallMePlissken, set in the Weird West setting of Brimstone County. Innocent saloon girl Callie Sierra has been a very popular new character with multiple appearances. My friend We Are All Mad Here and I decided to try a little different way of storytelling: through diary entries by Callie herself.

Here’s an excerpt: you can read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1 Callie’s Diary, pt 2

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Dear Diary,

Mr. Night removed my wrist cuffs and stood behind me.  He placed his hands on my shoulders and slid the top of my dress down my arms, then freed my breasts from my corset.  I felt his mouth upon me, nuzzling at my neck behind my ear, before I felt the sharp scratch of his teeth.

Suddenly my body was flushed with hot desire for him.  I wanted to turn to face him and kiss him passionately, but he gripped me tight from behind. 

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See the full image and read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1 Callie’s Diary, pt 2

Aurora Rush: Taken by Tentacles

Aurora Rush cover artwork by CallMePlissken

Mission 13: Aurora Rush crashes on an uncharted planet and is Taken by Tentacles!

Full image and excerpt at Katied.life. This Aurora Rush cover was the work of my friend CallMePlissken for Fannda Flames–an author who writes what are affectionately known as ‘trashy novels.’ Fannda has a small but loyal following and is a favorite of Alynnya Slatefire and her friends. Watch my site for more works by Fannda coming soon…and enjoy the excerpt below!

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Excerpt from Mission 13:  Taken by Tentacles

I swatted furiously at the tendrils making their way into my skin-tight space-suit.  If they found their way inside, it would be–

’Ohhhhhhhhhh!’

–too late.  

I clenched down with my thighs pressed together, trying to keep the invader from getting any deeper.  I could feel it pulsing, prodding, probing, prying me apart as it plunged inside my–

’Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’

I shuddered as the surging of the throbbing thrusting appendage sent peals of pleasure rolling through me.  My eyelids fluttered and I momentarily lost focus on the fight.

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See the full image and read more from Fannda’s book on my site here: Aurora Rush: Taken by Tentacles

Callie’s Diary, pt. 1

Brimstone County #02 artwork by callmeplisskin

See the full image and read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1

This is the second in a new series from CallMePlissken, set in the Weird West setting of Brimstone County. Innocent saloon girl Callie Sierra has been a very popular new character with multiple appearances. My friend We Are All Mad Here and I decided to try a little different way of storytelling: through diary entries by Callie herself.

Here’s an excerpt: you can read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1

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Dear Diary,

Forgive me for not writing last night after my meeting with Mr. McIan, but I did not make it home until dawn, and woke barely before my next shift was to begin.

As I feared, Mr. McIan’s client was the bad man passing through, a dark soul by the name of Deytun Night.  Some say he’s a creature of the night an’ some say he feeds on warm blood.  

I don’t know about all that, but he was as dark an’ handsome as they come.  Dressed all in black and skin the color of ash, and impossibly dark eyes that made me tremble when they wandered over me.  And his flesh was cold to the touch–I know this, dearest diary, because he tucked his fingers inside my corset when Mr. McIan said he could ‘inspect th’ girl.’

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See the full image and read Callie’s diary entries on my site here: Callie’s Diary, pt. 1