Art by Jonut21

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Agent Katie’s investigation at the clinic takes a ‘totally unexpected’ turn.  😉

Well, she did insist that they ‘show’ her what was going on at the clinic…now it seems that Dr. Prodo has chosen a treatment plan for our intrepid Agent!

Not critical, you may wish to check out Agent Katie’s previous adventure first!

1. 2. 3. 4.

Previous in this one:

1. 2. 3.

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When Dr. Prodo said they were taking me on a lengthy tour, he wasn’t kidding! He must have cleared his whole afternoon schedule for me. I suppose I should be flattered, but then I wasn’t sure he actually did much around the clinic anyway – besides creepily caress his patients’ shoes.

They took me into a dozen or so ‘treatment’ rooms of the facility. Each seemed to have a different fetish-related theme. Many, MANY were related to bondage or peril of one form or another. 

There was a room with a woman in a blouse and skirt tied to a chair, detective-gagged. Another had a naked woman strapped to an interrogation chair. There was a woman mummified in plastic and another all in latex and hooded. There was even a woman swinging in a suspended hogtie.

“Hmm…decisions, decisions…” Dr. Prodo murmured while Orderly Knismo carried me from room to room, making sure my rear still bounced along the bulge in his trousers the whole time. Nurse Gargalesis seemed to be watching my expressions closely, studying my reactions to each room.

They didn’t ask me my opinion, of course. Which is fine, because I probably would have reacted much like Dr. Prodo: ‘decisions, decisions…’ I mean, ALL the rooms looked pretty good to me!

“Perhaps we should check out some other fetishes…” Nurse Gargalesis suggested.

We stopped at a door that said ‘Nick’s Room.’ Inside a huge room were a few women being chased around the room by monsters of all sorts…a giant snake, a dragon, a worm, a T-Rex. There were vines and giant plants. I watched in horror as the creatures snagged the women one by one and slowly dragged them or dropped them into their mouths – and swallowed them up!

“Oh, wait…” the doctor suddenly said. “You like to tell your stories on DeviantArt, don’t you? Well, we’d better stay away from this room so you don’t get the ban-hammer. And so that you don’t get harassed by jaded misogynistic pedantic twats hypocritically indulging even stranger fetishes.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” I nodded in agreement as he closed the door to ‘Nick’s Room.’

We progressed through a number of other rooms, Nurse Gargalesis watching my reactions carefully. We saw women in anime cat looking costumes, others screaming into gags while they were tickled, subjects being flogged and riding Sybians, one tattooed woman getting piercings, still more women posed like lamps and tables, even women watching other women getting it on. 

And still, ALL of them stirred some level of interest…if I wasn’t gagged, I might have asked if there was an orc or goblin room, too, or maybe one with aliens or giant space toads.

Nurse Gargalesis abruptly spoke, interrupting my wandering mind. “I have a suggestion, Doctor – one that I know will please you greatly – I mean, in the sense it will help Agent Katie, of course.” She leaned over and whispered in Dr. Prodo’s ear, and I watched as his face lit up happily.

“Yes, yes, excellent prognosis!” he murmured. “Most astute! I think Agent Katie will respond well.”

“Which room, Doc?” Orderly Knismo said from behind me. He hadn’t actually spoken before, so I was surprised that his voice didn’t match his looks. Instead of a deep vibrato like Mr. Clean or even Ernst Blofeld, he sounded more like a squeaky version of Dr. Evil – or perhaps his ‘Mini-me.’

“Ahh, Knismo, we will have to arrange a special hybrid room for Agent Katie…while Gargalesis and I ready the room, will you please prepare the patient? I think she is sufficiently subdued and the straitjacket will no longer be necessary. Please change her into an exam gown – you know, the kind that never quite covers your ass? Be sure to keep her strapped and gagged, though!”

I’ll say this about Orderly Knismo – the guy sure enjoys his work, and followed through on his assignments with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind. He kept my legs tightly strapped while he removed my straitjacket and exchanged it for a wispy-thin hospital gown. He was even kind enough to wipe the perspiration from my lower back and from between my breasts making sure he got under and around them, too. He knew it got hot and sweaty inside those canvas jackets. 

He added white straps to my upper body and even replaced the ones on my legs with matching white ones – gotta stay color-coordinated, I guess. My plugged panel-gag was removed and he dabbed at my drool before replacing it with a wide swatch of micro-foam tape – very sanitary!

He fitted me with a thick leather collar and attached a leader line to it. I’m not totally sure why; so far he’d carried me everywhere and my legs were still strapped together…but I didn’t complain, after all, I’ll never say no to a well-fitting collar with a lead that can be used to control me!

I soon found out why, as he set me on my feet and commanded me to jump. I gave a little hop, and he watched as my braless breasts bounced and jiggled before settling back into place. He gave a little grin, and said, “that’ll do,” before turning to leave the room. I had no choice but to bunny-hop along behind him, bouncing and jiggling all the way down the hall to the exam rooms.

He turned to watch me hop, blatantly leering, while bobbing his own head in time with a strange tune he was humming. It took me a moment to identify the song, and begin to ‘mmmph’ along:

‘I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around…’

Strangely, once I picked up the beat it was easier for me to hop down the hallway. I tried NOT to think about what the band name might imply for the treatment I was destined to receive, though.

Once we rejoined Dr. Prodo and the nurse in the exam room they’d prepared, the orderly grabbed me from behind to help me stand, grabbing my chest and pulling me back against him.

Nurse Gargalesis and the doctor looked quite proud of the setup they’d arranged, greeting me with wide grins. My place in the room seemed to be an exam table with the back propped up. Above the foot of the table dangled an ominous-looking hook – I could imagine what that might be used for – I assumed at least some body part of mine was likely to soon be suspended from it!

Nurse Gargalesis held up a clear mask. The tank on the other end of its tubing had bold lettering indicating it was actually N2O – nitrous oxide, or laughing gas (the little laughing emoji was a secondary clue!). She twisted the valve and grinned as the hiss of gas flowed from the mask.

Dr. Prodo stood beside the table with a broad smile. In his hand he held a feather – apparently at some point my reactions must have betrayed a fondness for tickling – and a rather long and wobbly dildo. They probably didn’t need any reaction from me to inspire that choice of tools.

“Agent Katie!” he crowed. “Welcome to your personalized treatment program. If you’ll just relax and submit yourself to our care, we’ll begin exploiting – I mean treating – your particular fetishes and peccadilloes immediately.” He paused and nodded at Orderly Knismo.

I squirmed and struggled a bit, mostly out of habit, as the orderly lifted me up and planted me on the exam table, reclined against the padded backrest, my bound legs stretched out before me. “Give yourself over to us,” the Dr. intoned. “We’ll have you giggling and squealing in no time!”

I realized then Knismo was humming a new tune, one I soon recognized from a Jell-O commercial:

“Watch it wiggle, see it jiggle…”

~~~to be continued~~~

Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.

I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for our collaborations!

Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!

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!  #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!  Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!

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

Art by Jonut21

Image and more at WordPress link

Art by Jonut21 Go check out his page!

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Agent Katie’s investigation at the clinic takes a ‘totally unexpected’ turn.  😉

Well, she did insist that they ‘show’ her what was going on at the clinic!

Not critical, you may wish to check out Agent Katie’s previous adventure first!

1. 2. 3. 4.

Previous in this one:

1. 2.

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You know, I wish I had $1,000 for every time I had to write ‘and then I was stripped, bound and gagged’ in an After-Action report. Because I’d be close to having a million dollars by now. And I wouldn’t have to eat Kraft dinners. And I’d buy an exotic pet, like a llama or an emu.

But no, here we go again. Maybe I can get a checklist added to the paperwork. Like, ‘stripped,’ check. ‘Bound and gagged,’ check. ‘Groped and manhandled,’ yes please!  I mean, ‘check.’

Anyhoo, yes, you guessed it. After Nurse Gargalesis injected me and I slumped in Orderly Knismo’s arms, the two removed my short skirt and long, long jacket. My blouse and bra soon followed, leaving me only in my lacy lavender thong. Thank goodness I put on a clean one.

“Just relax, agent,” the nurse murmured patronizingly. “As far as your agency or anyone else will know, you’re checking yourself into our facility willingly – so we can help with your numerous and pervasive naughty kinks. I think you’ll find our therapy will identify and exploit every single one!”

I mumbled something about ‘never getting away with this,’ or ‘my partner knows where I am,’ or some other meaningless bluffs. I think I even used the old ‘go on, do your worst, you’ll never get me to cum’ line – which villains always seemed to take as a challenge, so I don’t know why I use that one. In any event, I don’t think they wanted me to talk, since they promptly plug-gagged me.

I was awake and aware of everything, but unable to resist as they worked my limp arms into the sleeves of a straitjacket. Their fingers worked with expert precision to tuck and fit the canvas around my curves and cinch the straps tightly into places that straps had no business going!

They had to know they didn’t need to immobilize my numb legs, but that didn’t stop them from strapping my thighs and ankles with wide belts. The orderly was strong enough to contain and control me even before the injection.  I suspect they knew, but they just wanted to anyway.

Meanwhile, the odd little Dr. Prodo stayed off to one side, still holding my dropped high heel and gazing lovingly at it. It was pretty clear what his particular fetish involved…and I wondered how much my newly bared soles and toes might have to do with it. For a clinic that supposedly treated and suppressed kinks, he seemed to be openly celebrating his…in fact, they all did! 

As soon as they had me neatly contained, Orderly Knismo wrapped his burly arms around me and lifted my feet off the floor. With my upper body grasped tightly, he let my pinioned legs dangle and swing side to side. My rear brushed across the front of his trousers, cheeks bumping over his obvious erection. When I stopped swinging, his hard-on nestled in between.

“Off we go to the therapy wing,” Nurse Gargalesis said happily, pointing toward a hallway. The orderly carried me forward, still deliberately bouncing my rear off his firm bulge. “Are you coming along, doctor?” she directed back at Dr. Prodo – who appeared lost in an intense kinky fantasy.

“Precious, precious…” the doctor murmured, staring at the glossy black heel. “Oh, it would take such a delightfully warped naughty girl to wear this wickedly kinky shoe…to willingly put herself through such discomfort…to elongate her calves…tone her thighs…torment her arches…”

“Excuse me…Dr. Prodo?” the nurse pressed. “The subject is ready.”

“Hmmm?” the doctor finally responded, shaking off his fugue. “Ah yes, yes. Therapy. Let’s begin with a comprehensive tour of all our treatment rooms to find the right one for Agent Katie. We must get to the foot – I mean root – causes of our dear agent’s kinks.” His eyes flared with zeal.

“All of them,” he grinned. “Thoroughly. And urgently!”

~~~to be continued~~~

Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.

I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for our collaborations!

Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!

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!  #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!  Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!

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

Art by Jonut21

Image and more at WordPress link

Art by Jonut21 Go check out his page!

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Agent Katie’s investigation at the clinic takes a ‘totally unexpected’ turn.  😉

Well, she did insist that they ‘show’ her what was going on at the clinic!

Not critical, you may wish to check out Agent Katie’s previous adventure first!

1. 2. 3. 4.

And part 1 of this one:

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“Awww, crap on a crack–”

Before I could fully spit out a pithy epithet, the orderly (who reminded me of a floor-cleaning ad) grabbed me from behind. Thick fingers clamped over my mouth and a brawny arm scooped me up against his solid body – lifting me right up off my feet and clenching me to his broad chest.

With his long arm wrapped under my breasts and gripping my opposite elbow, he had both my arms pinned uselessly. I twisted my waist and swung my legs, trying to gain leverage or kick him in the shin with my stilettos, and that just made me lose my high heel and made my skirt ride up!

Under different circumstances, I wouldn’t complain about a big muscular man seizing me and sweeping me off my feet, tossing me about and manhandling me, even silencing me, and maybe a little hair pulling and ass slapping and…uh…sorry, totally lost my train of thought there.

Not this time, though! This time, it was going to cost me twenty bucks! The guys on the Hostage Rescue Team (who I knew well, they were usually first on the scene for my mission fails) offered me 10:1 odds I’d get captured and bound again, and I had indignantly taken them up on the bet.

I mean, just because my mission success rate was hovering around 70% and my ‘success without being tied up’ rate was in the single digits, didn’t mean they had to insult and mock me like that. Come to think of it, 10:1 odds were a bad deal with my non-capture rate so low. Damn.

I kept struggling, not ready to submit. That’s when I noticed lanky and gawky Nurse Gargalesis approaching with a syringe in her hand, ready to make like Will Smith and ‘get all jabby wit it.’ 

My eyes went wide and I tried to shake my head ‘no, no,’ but big ol’ Orderly Knismo was holding my face so tight I couldn’t budge it. Unlike legendary Joey Ramone, I didn’t wanna be sedated!

Apparently she didn’t get my message, or didn’t care, or wasn’t a punk rock fan. She jabbed the needle in my arm and pressed the plunger all the way, giving me the whole 0.09 yards!

I felt my body going limp and a feeling of peace. I was still captured, still clenched in the man’s grip, could still feel everything, was still in a crap-ton of trouble…I just didn’t really care so much!

It didn’t even bother me – even though it should have been a ginormous red flag – that creepy Dr. Prodo had picked up my fallen stiletto heel and was gazing at it like it was some trophy. 

Seriously, find yourself someone in life who looks at you like he was looking at that high heel!

~~~to be continued~~~

Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.

I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for our collaborations!

Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!

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!  #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!  Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!

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