Junior Agent Natalie of S.P.A.N.K.

Art by SchulzWorld

Image and more at WordPress link

Art by SchulzWorld. Go check out his page!

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Introducing Junior Agent Natalie ‘Nat’ Clerye, Agent Swallow’s protege!

SchulzWorld approached me a little while ago and suggested creating something in the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. world. We decided to choose an underdeveloped character and explore her a little bit. He did all the design and development work and I think she turned out great – I’m looking forward to seeing her adventures!

And here’s a little bio I put together for her:

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Name:  Natalie Clerye

Nickname:  Nat

Country Origin: USA

Age:  23

Height: 5’4”

Job: Junior Agent in Specialist Training in her 3rd year at Academy, Agents of S.P.A.N.K.

Personality type: INFP

Interests/Hobbies: Typically engages in solitary activities: reading, research, gathering knowledge and context, and with an insatiable curiosity. Creative and artistic, writing and designing as an outlet for her self-expression.

Dom/Sub:  Acutely aware of her submissive tendencies and fascinated by them, she is introspective about her kinks and seeking to understand them so she can come to terms with them. She learns as much by reading and observing as she does through experience, but she will not shy away from an opportunity to indulge or explore her submissive desires.

From her Academy File:

Though the petite and pretty Junior Agent Natalie comes off as quiet or reserved, she is more capable and intelligent than most give her credit for. She tends to hang around the edge of important cases and activities and happily contributes in supporting roles.

After excelling in her first two years at academy and hungry to learn and contribute, Natalie studies up on current cases and operations and provides quality analytics and logistical recommendations. Her attention to details has proven valuable in surveillance and investigative activities.

Young and idealistic, one of Natalie’s greatest strengths and values to the agency is her belief in the cause. She firmly believes that each person must find their own path in life and feel empowered to express themselves. Her own experiences with repression and kink-shaming has led her to advocate for and protect the rights of others.

This dedication has been noticed by Senior Agent Amelia Swallow and others, who have great faith in her ability to become a full-fledged agent once she gains confidence through more field operational experience and more exposure to perilous and/or high-stakes scenarios.

She is one of the most tech-savvy upperclassmen of SPANK Academy, and has some contacts in the hacking and gaming subculture. Her greatest weakness is lack of confidence and her reliance on facts and data over people and personal connections.

Natalie has a handful of very close intimate friends and would rather spend an evening hanging out with them gaming or drinking than go out and party or be in large groups.

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Thanks again to SchulzWorld for his design work on Junior Agent Natalie. Go give his page a look and check out his other work!

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Captive Quinn #7

Artwork by WareWolfBarmitzvah

Full image and text at WordPress Link

OH POOR QUINN… Rudy the big boss has finally lost his patience with goblin bruvs Joe and John, and he’s taking their lady-pet away. Will he finally give her some attention and keep her for himself? Or will he cast her away?

Hopefully he remembers that she’s shackled and collared to the floor before he tries to drag her off!

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art by @WarewolfBarMitzvah, dialogue by me.

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In part 1, our lovely lady jogger, who I’ve since named Quinn, was accosted by a giant wurm and a trio of desert goblins.

In part 2, Quinn agreed to go with the goblins if they protected her from the wurm, and they ‘led’ her back to their lair.

In parts 3 and 4, Quinn became the plaything of the goblin minions…but disturbed the ‘re-lax-ashun’ time of ‘Rudy’ their leader.

In parts 5 and 6, she ‘serves’ as Rudy’s footstool…but he’s still irritated with her.

Finally, in part 7, Rudy’s had enough!

Part 1: Walk Without Rhythm

Part 2: Walk Without Rhythm 2

Part 3: Captive Quinn #3

Part 4: Captive Quinn #4

Part 5: Captive Quinn #5

Part 6: Captive Quinn #6

What will Rudy do with poor Quinn??
‘Rudy’ is an OC of @WarewolfBarMitzvah 

I promise you’ll see more of Quinn soon. 

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Shout out to WareWolfBarmitzvah for the amazing community he’s built on his discord server. Everyone there is awesome about coaching and mentoring in a really collaborative environment where egos are put aside, art is freely shared, and feedback is welcomed.

If you enjoyed, go give WareWolfBarmitzvah a look on his DA page or Twitter, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Pixiv and/or SubscribeStar.

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our Agents of SP.A.N.K. community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! Positive Reinforcement is a commodity freely exchanged there, and one that grows in value the more its given.

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.

‘Little Thief’ Lisbeth

Crop of Artwork by Saurian-Shade, story and uncensored image at WordPress link.

Full uncensored image and story here!

Wow, it’s been waaaay too long since we’ve heard from Lisbeth!

Special thanks to my collab partner @Saurian-Shade for his patience!

See my WordPress site for the full uncensored version:  katied.life/

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The chain was yanked taut again, jerking the thick iron collar at my neck and tugging me forward. “Keep movin’, lil’ thief,” the heavy-set dark-skinned orc snarled.

“I would, if your bruv here wasn’t hanging onto my tit!” I retorted. The green-skinned orc wasn’t just squeezing my entire breast; his other hand palmed my head, forcing me to look up at him.

“Shut yer mouth while ya can, girl,” the leader growled back. “It gonna be stretched wide th’ rest of th’ night.” He grinned and grabbed his engorged cock just in case I didn’t catch his meaning.

“Yeah, all night,” a third orc said from behind me. “Yer gunna be a busy lil’ fuck-toy, lil’ thief.”

“Sure, you’re all reaaal brave with three of you beasts against one tied up girl,” I snorted. “I dare any of you to untie me and take me on in a fair fight, you cucco-shit ogre-fuckers!”

“We could…” the dark-skinned leader mused. “But we don’ want to damage that fine body of yers. ‘Least not before we get th’ chance t’ enjoy it for a while.”

I grimaced. I really screwed up this time. I was fucked, but not as fucked as I was going to be.

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When you’re as skilled a thief as me, everythingseems easy. Which is dangerous, because having it easy leads to being complacent.

I discovered the village’s offerings to the orcs by accident. I saw villagers carrying food, wine, and medicine into the ruins of a temple – monthly bribes to keep the orcs from raiding.

The next month, I hid out and waited. As soon as the villagers left, I helped myself. The food was mediocre; the wine was awful. The medicine, however, was valuable. I happily took it all.

It was such an easy take that the next month I helped myself again. It did occur to me that the orcs might be a little upset to not get their bribes, but that was the villagers’ problem, not mine.

Regrettably I ‘went to the well’ one too many times. The villagers doubled back and found me half-drunk and gorging myself on the orcs’ food. They seized me, stripped me, and bound my wrists, then chained me to the altar with an iron collar, to be an additional offering for the orcs!

If the orcs were disappointed to find me lying among the remnants of their food and wine, they didn’t show it. They instead seemed amused and quite excited. They tore my collar’s anchor from the altar and used the chain to drag me down the stone steps and out into the sunshine.

Along with a gratuitous amount of groping and taunting, of course. They were eager to humiliate and take revenge upon the ‘lil’ thief’ who had stolen their bribes. And likely even more eager to take a fair-skinned naked curvy blonde back to their camp as a new slave girl.

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Arrival in their camp caused a stir as activity paused and orcs stepped forward to watch us pass. The dark-skinned leader wrapped my chain around his fist to draw me closer and the other two took defensive positions on our flanks. We kept to the camp’s perimeter, toward some tents.

“Ain’t ya gonna present ‘er to th’ chief?” one of the two asked.

“Tomorrow. He’ll make us share ‘er. Tonight she’s jus’ ours. Let’s get ‘er to my tent.”

Once inside, they attached my chain to a ring set in the center pole. I could still be pulled to each corner of the small tent, though. They left me alone for a few moments while they stowed their gear, then the leader settled on the pile of pelts that served as a bed with a weary sigh.

“C’mere, girl,” he said, spreading his legs apart while motioning to me.

I gulped as I saw his large member already at half-mast again. I took a tentative step forward.

“No.” he said flatly. He pointed to the floor between his knees. “Crawl.”

‘Typical,’ I muttered under my breath. ‘I get the one orc who doesn’t want to just bend me over something and go at it.’ I glared at him as I sank to my knees and shuffled forward. I’d obey, but wanted him to know I wasn’t happy about it.

My defiance must have amused him, because he smirked while I approached. I broke eye contact to look at the beastly cock before me. ‘Goddess help me, how am I ever going to manage this?’ I wondered. I sighed and resigned myself to just doing the best I could.

I twisted my wrists in the rough coils of rope so that my palms faced inward and I could use my hands and fingers to grasp the thick shaft and run my thumbs over the moist tip.

It wasn’t my first monster cock, and it likely wouldn’t be my last. I did what I’d done before – use only my tongue as long as possible, avoid getting the nasty thing in my mouth, try not to retch.

It worked for a while and I almost thought I’d get away with it, until he got impatient and I felt a massive hand cup the back of my head. After that he was in control and I was along for the ride.

‘Along for the ride’ pretty much described the rest of the evening. After the leader shot his thick musky load into my throat, he pointed at another, who grabbed my chain and dragged me over.

I dutifully serviced him while the third orc groped my breasts and ran thick fingers between my legs. After the second orc came into my mouth, the two of them simply picked me up and spun me around so I could put my oral skills to work on the third.

By the time I finished off the last orc, while the other toyed with me, my body was giving in to the carnal decadence. I was panting heavily and my skin was flushed. I told myself I couldn’t help my body’s reactions while they had total control of me. None of this was my choice – right?

That’s why when they returned me to their leader, I was ready and eager to be fucked. They lifted me up, each with one hand around my upper arm and one hand under my thighs, and carried me over to him. The leader grasped my hips and guided me onto his massive cock.

We both were surprised how easily he cleaved inside me and slid me down his thick shaft. I gasped when his tip first pushed its way in, and let out a long moan while he delved deep. When he hilted inside, my eyelids fluttered with eyes rolled back. My mouth stayed open in a silent cry.

He gripped me with his huge strong hands and effortlessly shifted me about again. The sight of his long dark fingers pressing into my creamy flesh sent thrills through me. I craved being touched; I brought my bound wrists up to caress and pinch my own nipples and breasts.

The first time I came, I hid it as best I could. I stifled my cries and suppressed the trembling of my body. I don’t think I fooled them. I barely tried to hide the second. By the time the third hit, I was loudly reveling in my body-shaking climax. 

The leader took his time cumming, enjoying me as long as he could. But once he was done, he immediately motioned for the other two to pull me off him and take me for themselves. 

One placed his hands under my rear, lifted me up, and mounted me upon him. I slipped my arms over his head and rested my bound wrists on the back of his neck while he thrust into me.

The third must have decided he didn’t want to wait his turn, for suddenly I felt him prodding at my other, tighter opening. “Nnnn-nooo,” I pleaded softly, but it was already too late. He pushed his way inside and I found myself mounted on two large orcs at once.

Soon after, they lifted and turned me around so they could trade sides. Before long I found myself on their leader again; all of them used my mouth, pussy and ass to satisfy their desires.

I was delirious with carnal pleasures; I lost track of which orc was which or whose turn was next. Again and again they picked me up, tossed me around, and took turns with me as they wished.

Even the chain to my collar rattled and shook noisily in time with my own loud throes of passion.

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Hours later I emerged from a haze of passion and lust to find my body and limbs entwined with three snoring orcs. My hair was a tangled matted mess that hid half of my face and my skin was coated with blotches and streaks of evidence of the debauchery of the night before.

Before they passed out the orcs must have figured the collar and chain would be enough, and released my wrists from the ropes. They must have forgotten I was a skilled thief. There were several different items within reach that I could have chosen to pick the locks that held me.

Dawn was just breaking over the quiet encampment as I slipped out of the tent and away into the cover of the nearby woods. It would be a long and nervous naked journey back to the temple, where I hoped to find my clothes and gear.

Back at the temple, I looked at the altar where I’d been chained. It still held scraps of meat and bread and stains of wine. A month from now, it would once again be heaped with food and drink.

The villagers and orcs would never think that I’d be brave – or reckless – enough to return. They didn’t know me. They didn’t know that I was often both!

And what if I got caught again?

Well, I’ve had worse Saturday nights.

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Be sure to see my WordPress site for the full uncensored version:  katied.life/

If you enjoyed, go give Saurian-Shade a look on his DA page or other links, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Patreon.

And watch for more with Lisbeth soon!

KatieD

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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 S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.

Captive Quinn #6

Artwork by WareWolfBarmitzvah

Full image and text at WordPress Link

OH POOR QUINN…it just keeps getting worse for her…goblin bruvs Joe and John keep tormenting their pet, and the big boss Rudy STILL won’t touch her!

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DISCLAIMERS:  First off, I love Ryan Reynolds and I’m sure he’d totally laugh with me about this while I pretty much did anything he asked me to. BUT his ‘Welcome to Wrexham’ series is such a blatant self-promoting tax-dump farce…

…almost as much of a farce as English Men’s professional football. I’ve never seen a bigger bunch of whining floppers!!!  And don’t get me started on their fans…

Note I said MEN’S football. English Women’s football I have total respect for, as well as ANY women’s soccer team. They work so much harder for a fraction of the pay, and when they get hit, they get up, wipe off the blood, and keep playing.  #playlikeagirl

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In part 1, our lovely lady jogger, who I’ve since named Quinn, was accosted by a giant wurm and a trio of desert goblins.

In part 2, Quinn agreed to go with the goblins if they protected her from the wurm, and they ‘led’ her back to their lair.

In parts 3 and 4, Quinn became the plaything of the goblin minions…but disturbed the ‘re-lax-ashun’ time of ‘Rudy’ their leader.

In parts 5 and 6, she ‘serves’ as Rudy’s footstool…but he’s still irritated with her.

Part 1: Walk Without Rhythm

Part 2: Walk Without Rhythm 2

Part 3: Captive Quinn #3

Part 4: Captive Quinn #4

Part 5: Captive Quinn #5

Will Quinn be able to stay still enough for Rudy the boss to relax?

Or will she continue to irritate him by interrupting his shows?
‘Rudy’ is an OC of @WarewolfBarMitzvah 

I promise you’ll see more of Quinn soon. 

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Shout out to WareWolfBarmitzvah for the amazing community he’s built on his discord server. Everyone there is awesome about coaching and mentoring in a really collaborative environment where egos are put aside, art is freely shared, and feedback is welcomed.

If you enjoyed, go give WareWolfBarmitzvah a look on his DA page or Twitter, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Pixiv and/or SubscribeStar.

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our Agents of SP.A.N.K. community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! Positive Reinforcement is a commodity freely exchanged there, and one that grows in value the more its given.

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.

Raid on the Casino Royale

Art by Alucard

Image and vignette at WordPress link

Image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!

Follow up to this post: and this post and this post:

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The more Agent Katie learned about her great aunt, one of the founders and original Agents of S.P.A.N.K., the more impressed she was! She read about how her aunt took down a nefarious Casino Boss:

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“Come on, boys! He’s in the penthouse! Let’s take down this slimeball!” Agent Kate called out to the tactical team behind her. “I’ve been undercover, cozying up as his gal for a month and I can’t stand being around him one more moment!”

“Uhhh…Agent…aren’t you forgetting something?” the squad leader asked.

“The warrant? Nope, got it right here, tucked in my bra.”

“No, it’s not that…it’s…”

“The key for the penthouse elevator?  Nope, it’s tucked in my other cup.”

“Agent…it’s just that…”

“Spit it out man! What is it?”

“You…you didn’t put on underwear…we can see your…”

“Oh, haha, yeah. My, uh, underwear is in the penthouse too.  I wanna get that back.”

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Enjoyed the image?  Go check out more from Alucard!

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 Katie Beach Kidnap

Crop of art by Alucard

Full Image and vignette at WordPress link

Crop of image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!

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Agent Katie was dozing on the beach in the warm sun, her iPad laying across her abs where it dropped when she nodded off. She was startled when her phone began buzzing somewhere in her beach chair. She sat up and it slid between her legs just as it buzzed again.

“Ohhh, fuuuu….” she moaned. She’d been having a saucy dream and the vibrating phone didn’t do anything to clear it from her head. She composed herself as best she could and answered it.

Of course it was her partner, Susan, calling in for a status check. ‘I told you I’d text if I anything changed, dammit…’ she muttered. ‘Stop calling my phone, I don’t use it for that!’

“Hey Susan.”

“Nope, absolutely nothing going on here. Are you absolutely certain those reports are legit? Seriously, Froglins kidnapping spring breakers right off the beach? Are you sure those girls aren’t just making it up to cover for the fact they hooked up with some college studs last night?”

“Yeah, I know we need to take it seriously. It’s just that I’ve been sitting on this beach for two days straight now and I haven’t seen a thing. And I’m bored! After you drop Sabrina at her modeling gig, put your suit on and get down here. I’ll buy you a tropical drink.”

“No, I’m not just laying around drinking and reading!” Agent Katie raised her glass in the direction of a cabana boy to order another vodka-blueberry-lemonade.I’ve been sleeping, too.’

“Don’t lecture me on situational awareness! You’re the one who got captured by those alligator poachers, not me. And I’m sure Yasmine is totally on point while she’s lounging on that yacht. Going undercover as a fetish model? Please. They’re probably doing shots off her toned ass.”

“Fine! I’ll focus, I promise. But seriously, come down and hang out with me for a bit. This cabana boy is some mighty nice eye candy…”

‘Sigh.’ “Yes, I’ll stay alert. I promise.”

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Agent Katie clicked off her phone and set it on the table beside her. After a moment’s thought, she let it slide back down between her legs in the chair again. ‘Susan’s going to call back sooner or later.’

She accepted the proffered drink from the handsome cabana boy and gave him a wink. He grinned widely and didn’t even try to disguise the slow once-over he gave her.

Agent Katie picked up her iPad again.‘Crud, what page was I on? I got suntan lotion all over the screen. Forget it. I’m going to sneak in another quick snooze before Susan gets here.’

Soon she was drifting off again, and her dream seemed to pick up where it left off – except the other characters in her dream had changed. “Froglins…” she murmured. “What the hell are you doing here?”

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“Did you hear that?” whispered the bigger froglin dressed all in black. “How did she know we’re here? I have been as stealthy as the wind.”

“For starters, because you’re in a full ninja outfit on a sunny beach,” muttered his smaller partner wearing only swim trunks. “And we’re in Florida, the wind isn’t exactly stealthy here!”

“False!” hissed the ninja froglin. “I am one with the shadows.”

The other smacked his forehead. “We’re on a beach…in broad daylight…there ARE no shadows!” He shook his head. “Whatever, she’s on to us, we gotta take her now.”

“I go high, you go low,” the ninja froglin hissed. “You got to tie up the boobs last time.”

“Works for me,” his partner chuckled. “I’m more of a foot guy anyway.”

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There’s a little teaser scene for the future series of the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. in a tropical paradise. Well, actually, Florida. But the artwork will make it LOOK like paradise.

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Enjoyed the image?  Go check out more from Alucard!

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.

Captured Quinn #5

Artwork by WareWolfBarmitzvah

Full image and text at WordPress Link

OH POOR QUINN…Is it more humiliating for the ugly boss to touch you…

…or for him to not WANT to touch you?

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In part 1, our lovely lady jogger, who I’ve since named Quinn, was accosted by a giant wurm and a trio of desert goblins.

In part 2, Quinn agreed to go with the goblins if they protected her from the wurm, and they ‘led’ her back to their lair.

In parts 3 and 4, Quinn became the plaything of the goblin minions…but disturbed the ‘re-lax-ashun’ time of ‘Rudy’ their leader.

Part 1: Walk Without Rhythm

Part 2: Walk Without Rhythm 2

Part 3: Captive Quinn #3

Part 4: Captured Quinn #4

Will Quinn be able to stay still enough for Rudy the boss to relax?

Or will she continue to irritate him by interrupting his shows?
‘Rudy’ is an OC of @WarewolfBarMitzvah 

I promise you’ll see more of Quinn soon. 

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Shout out to WareWolfBarmitzvah for the amazing community he’s built on his discord server. Everyone there is awesome about coaching and mentoring in a really collaborative environment where egos are put aside, art is freely shared, and feedback is welcomed.

If you enjoyed, go give WareWolfBarmitzvah a look on his DA page or Twitter, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Pixiv and/or SubscribeStar.

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our Agents of SP.A.N.K. community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! Positive Reinforcement is a commodity freely exchanged there, and one that grows in value the more its given.

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.

K8erella, Cosmic Crusader

Art by Alucard

Image and backstory at WordPress link

Image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!

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Wow…last week we learned that the origins of the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. trace back to the 1930s.

Now we learn that the intrepid agents will be keeping the Kinky Sexy Fun Times going well into the future!

Not sure if this is a Recruiting Poster, a Book Cover, or a Movie Promo…whatever it is, sign me up!

How about you, Kinksters? Want to see more of K8erella?

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Enjoyed the image?  Go check out more from @AlucardsSpirit  !!

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 S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.

Rewarding the Helping Hands

Art by Alucard

Image and backstory at WordPress link

Image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!

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Everyone there is awesome about coaching and mentoring in a really positive and snark-free environment where egos are put aside, art is freely shared, and feedback is welcomed.

This image comes out of another great example of that: @AlucardsSpirit was having trouble getting his new PC up and running after his building was struck by lightning (yes he had a surge protector). @Saurian-Shade lent his expertise and hours of his time and together the two of them got Alucard back in business.

As a thank you, Alucard made a nice image of a Saurian enjoying a…

…wait a minute…

Alucard gave AGENT KATIE as a present to the Saurian??

Oh my…what is he going to do with her?

Well, after he tosses her around and toys with her for a bit, showing her how helpless she is compared to him.

And after he sniffs and licks her. And laps at her curvier bits.

After all THAT what’s he going to do with her?

Well, whatever he chooses, I suppose…not much she can do about it.

I just hope Director Alucard made arrangements to get her back at some point??

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Enjoyed the image?  Go check out more from @AlucardsSpirit  !!

See his original post here: To Catch a Katie

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!

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First S.P.A.N.K. Agent circa 1938

Art by Alucard

Image and vignette at WordPress link

Image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!

Follow up to this post: and this post:

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When Agent Katie read about the South Pacific explorers who found the vintage photos, they caught her eye because she immediately recognized the woman in the images.

Her Great Aunt Katie was not only an adventurer and aviator, she was one of the founders and original Agents of S.P.A.N.K.!  She had embarked on a mission back in 1938 and was never heard from again. No one even knew if she had reached her destination on the remote South Pacific island.

The story, as young Agent Katie had heard it, was that several men had been sent to the same island, one after another, and had never returned. Her ancestor Agent Katie had volunteered for the mission, saying ‘it was time for a woman to get the job done,’ and ‘hang on, boys, I’m on my way!’

Agent Katie grew up hearing wild stories about her great aunt (for whom she was named) and all of her incredible adventures. She knew that she, too, wanted to become an agent someday and keep her family legacy alive. It was, in a way, her destiny!

Now she had some clues as to what had happened to her great aunt. And although the images suggested her aunt may have not survived long on the island, at least she knew that she had reached her destination and did her best to complete her mission!

Perhaps, young Agent Katie thought, perhaps someday she herself could travel to the island and try to learn the rest of her great aunt’s story.

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On a serious and personal note, I haven’t been posting as much the last couple weeks. I’ve just finished up a special story that was almost two weeks past due, and it grew longer and more complex as I worked on it – at the same time work and family life are crazy busy too.

Be patient with me, kinksters…I’m getting back to daily posts this week!

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Enjoyed the image?  Go check out more from Alucard!

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.