Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit
Now what are the odds that none of the guards or security systems will notice two distracting blondes desperately running through the enemy fortress?
Agent Katie investigated the Catsuit Crew and tried to rescue her former recruit – who had been brainwashed by the Crew. She was captured and taken by Countessa of I-PRUDE to the ‘mind-molder.’ After reconditioning and other kinky sexy fun torments, she was presented with a test of obedience and ordered to torture another Agent of S.P.A.N.K.
So did Agent Katie actually torment Susan? And how did they escape? Read below!
Not essential, but I recommend checking out parts 1-5 first:
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“Susan, I’m so sorry…”
I pleaded with her for some sign of forgiveness while we ran.
“We’ll discuss it later, Katie,” Susan replied, grim determination in her voice. She kept running without looking at me, navigating the tunnels of the detention wing.
“I didn’t know what I was doing…I didn’t mean to…”
“WE’LL. DISCUSS. IT. LATER.”The tone in her voice silenced me instantly. Though it hurt that she was angry with me, I knew her focus was on getting us out of the complex quickly. There would be time for discussion – and consequences – later. Right now, we needed to escape.
Still, my thoughts kept wandering back to what I’d just done to Susan. The nasty red marks on her flesh were a reminder that wouldn’t go away soon. And the fact she wouldn’t even look at me, her best friend and partner, made it all the worse…
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During her ‘interrogation,’ Susan had maintained that same grim determination – but I had seen the anxiety in her eyes. She had tried to remain resolute and defiant, while at the same time trying to break me out of the mind-reconditioning that Countessa was controlling me with.
“Katie, it’s me, Susan…you’ve been brainwashed! You need to resist!”
“Quiet, S.P.A.N.K. scum,” I had replied, while jamming the electrodes into Susan’s impressive breasts for the fourth time. The blonde’s boobs were not as large as Countessa’s, but they stood firm and proud on her chest nonetheless – and were every bit as sensitive.
“AHHHHGHH!” the helpless S.P.A.N.K. agent groaned through gritted teeth. I knew firsthand how much the wand hurt at this setting. Not enough to incapacitate or maim, but enough to make the body convulse and the mind to shut down all else in its desire to make the pain end.
“Mixed…message…” the prisoner snarled between gasps. “Be quiet…or talk? Make…up your damn mind…” She composed herself and stared me in the eye again. “Now, Katie…remember when…”
I silenced her with another jab of the wand, right in her ribs, where there was less flesh to absorb the shock. I didn’t want to hear whatever pathetic pleading she was using to try and influence me. I wouldn’t be deterred from passing my test, no matter what!
I glanced back at Countessa, who was nodding and smiling in approval. I shot a quick look at the CCTV camera above me, knowing that Madame No was watching on the other end. I couldn’t let this poor confused S.P.A.N.K. agent try to confuse me with her desperate lies.
The shot in the ribs had made Susan draw her knees up toward her chest in a vain attempt to protect herself. She’d made similar writhing and squirming moves when I’d zapped her inner thighs or just above her pelvic area. She kept her knees up in an impressive display of ab strength.
“Katie…” she pleaded, breathlessly. “”Katie, remember our days in the Beta Nu Gamma sorority together?” Susan stared into my eyes, as if drilling a message home. “Beta. Nu. Gamma.”
“Beta Nu Gamma…” I repeated in a whisper. “Beta…Nu…G…”
My eyelids flickered as I struggled to reconcile the new flood of emotions and memories trying to push aside all the training Countessa and her minions had given me. “Beta…Nu…Gamma…” I whispered hoarsely. “BNG…B & G…Bound ‘n’ Gagged…”
My focus flicked back up to Susan’s face. I could see she was trying to suppress a smile, and she gave me a subtle wink. She knew that our secret code word had broken through Countessa’s programming.
Countessa didn’t fully realize it yet, but she was smart enough to know something was amiss. “Pet?” she inquired. I heard her heels on the floor clicking closer. “Why are you hesitating?”
I whirled to face Countessa. “Because she is not my enemy!” I spat. I’d already dialed up the intensity on the wand, so when I drove it into Countessa’s midsection, she crumpled to the floor with a muted groan and furious grimace. Her eyes glared only a moment before losing focus.
“Welcome back, Agent Katie,” Susan said nonchalantly. “Thought I’d lost you for a bit there.”
“Susan…” I turned back to her, still shaking conflicting thoughts from my mind. “Oh fuck, Susan…I’m so…”
“Just get me down from here,” she replied. “We can hash all that out when we’re back home.” I knew she was trying to speak in patient, comforting words…but I could hear the anger and frustration teeming below the surface in her tone.
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We debated for only a few moments what to do about Countessa. I used the apron from my uniform – or rather, my ‘slutty maid outfit,’ I could see that clearly now – to bind Countessa’s hands behind her back.
“I could take off my top and tie her ankles, maybe gag her with my panties,” I mused aloud.
“Just keep those on, for now,” Susan advised. “One naked blonde will be distraction enough.”
After that, it took only a little conversation and light jolts of the wand to convince Countessa to order the guard to open the cell door. Susan counted on Countessa’s pragmatism…better to let her captives run away, and live to recapture them another day, than to endure more torment.
I was surprised Countessa didn’t hold out until reinforcements arrived – surely on the CCTV someone had to notice my change in behavior and Susan’s freedom. Perhaps Countessa wasn’t as eager to endure the punishments she loved dishing out.
Whatever her reasoning, she ordered the curvy brunette guard to open the door and let us pass. Since she was so cooperative, I gave Countessa and the guard only mild token shocks as we made our way out of the cell.
I began trying to explain myself to Susan almost immediately, but I really needed to focus on our escape, too. Running on the polished floors in these silly heels was dangerous, despite the long days I’d spent learning to walk in them. Trying to keep up with my angry and single-minded partner – who was running in bare feet – was near impossible.
I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that our escape seemed too easy…far too easy. But I didn’t want to question fate or our good luck – I just wanted to get the hell out of this place.
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Whew! That was tense! Even I wasn’t sure if Agent Katie could resist Countessa’s reconditioning!
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