A friend who goes by @jonut21 asked for Agent Katie’s help.
He wanted her to help him with a problem he was having with some ‘Greebs.’
Agent Katie wasn’t quite sure what ‘Greebs’ were, but she’s always eager to help a friend.
She didn’t suspect a thing when he said she needed to be prepared for their arrival.
However, the moment their ‘SWAT Team’ arrived, Agent Katie began to realize Jonut’s ‘Greeb problem’ was going to be her problem, too!
As the smacking sounds of paddles on supple flesh echoed in the room, punctuated by Agent Katie’s whimpers and gagged cries, she had to wonder:
‘Did Jonut misunderstand the meaning of ‘Agents of S.P.A.N.K.’ ???’
(perhaps intentionally)
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Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.
I’m flattered that her stories could inspire his artwork.
Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with the Greebies!
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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 SPANK discord server, send me a private message.
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.
OH POOR QUINN…Rudy the big boss is finally giving her some attention, but it’s not exactly in the way she hoped.
Rudy challenged Quinn to fight him, offering her freedom if she was able to best him.
Even though Quinn didn’t trust Rudy as far as she could throw him (and really, she shouldn’t try to throw anyone when she’s this tired), she agreed to try.
Even stoic Rudy was surprised when Quinn suddenly brought up her fists, tucked her arms, and lashed out.
She stepped into the left-handed strike and put her all into it, trying to catch him off guard with the first punch.
“Whoa!” Rudy exclaimed as he barely dodged back from her flying fist. “Meek lil’ humie got spunk…an’ nice tits.”
“That’s right, motherf*cker!” she snarled. “I’m trained for this shit…I just needed a fair fight…”This wasn’t Rudy’s first fight, though…and Quinn’s missed strike left her off balance with her guard down…
Introducing Miriam Correia, a potential nemesis for S.P.A.N.K.
Art by @SchulzWorld
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Name: Miriam Correia Nickname: “Mir”
Age: 42 Height: 5’3”
Job: Banker and Financier, COO of First National Bank of Kesstock
Country Origin: USA
Personality type: ENTJ
Interests/Hobbies: Finding ways to take the most advantage of any situation, whether it be in business or social. Fiercely competitive, she hates to lose and sees any compromise as a failure to get everything she deserves. She even treats many friendships and family relations as transactional…she’ll give them her time and energy only if she’s getting something in return.
Dom/Sub: Miriam will insist that she is dominant and in charge at all times, and would only ever submit to another if she’s run out of all other choices. However – once she capitulates and gives up control, she finds that she can truly let go and embrace a submissive experience.
Much like her ‘best friend’ Louise Mueller, Miriam thinks of herself as a very important person in Kesstock, a mover and shaker and deal-maker. She is often impatient and always in a hurry, and she can come across as cold, indifferent, and condescending to any who she considers ‘beneath her’ – which is almost everyone she deals with on a daily basis.
Miriam likes to be thought of as the woman you want to go see when a tough deal needs to get done or some ‘creative financing’ of your criminal enterprise needs to be arranged. She’s not afraid to take advantage of the power and connections of her position as COO and head of loan operations, and if your business is shady or your credit shaky, you’re going to pay extra for her help.
While Miriam can be more tactful and graceful than Louise in social situations, she rarely bothers to try. She is known for being dominant and verbally aggressive so she doesn’t get on well with oversensitive people – having to be sensitive to the egos of others can be a major bother. She lacks patience for people who are naturally less direct or a bit slower.
What Miriam fears most is a lack of control – in her career, in business dealings, and even in social situations. When control is literally taken away – such as the few times she’s found herself in a sticky situation or being held accountable for her actions – she bristles with seething anger and looks for ways to lash out.
Only when she is utterly stripped of control or humbled will she take orders from or show any respect to someone more dominant than herself. As a result, she brings a lot more trouble and suffering upon herself as she resists letting go or giving in to others’ demands.
She is ‘best friends’ with Louise Mueller, a tenured councilwoman in Kesstock. They consider each other ‘partners in crime,’ which isn’t just a fun reference to the raucous fun they have going out on the town together – they are literal partners in crime, skimming funds and orchestrating shady deals.
And while Miriam and Louise are best friends, they each harbor occasional jealousies and resentment toward each other…usually prompted by them both flirting and crushing on the same romantic prospects, or by cutting one another out of their latest shenanigans.
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@SchulzWorld and I have been chatting about introducing some new characters in his vibrant world of Kesstock.
Some would be Agents of S.P.A.N.K. or interact with the agents, and some would interact with his other OCs and friends’ characters.
After we chatted about Miriam, he did all the design and development work while I wrote more of a profile for her.
I think she turned out great – I’m looking forward to seeing her adventures!
Please go check out his fantastic characters and art and dive into the world of Kesstock.
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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 SPANK discord server, send me a private message.
OH POOR QUINN…Rudy the big boss is finally giving her some attention, but it’s not exactly in the way she hoped.
He sent the orange goblin runts away and led her out to another room. She expected he’d make some decadent demands of her like the others did, but Rudy’s not your typical goblin boss. And he was still irritated about her interrupting his programs.
Instead, he removed the chains that tethered her wrists and ankles together. She stood there nervously as he looked her up and down.
“Ya look pretty fit, humie. Think ya can fight me for yer freedom?”
“Fight…what? Fight…you?” she stammered.
“Yeah. If ya fight good, I’ll keep ya around. Refuse to fight me an’ I’ll toss ya back to the runts.”
Quinn met his stare with a look of apprehension. She really didn’t want to fight him.
“If ya bests me, I’ll let ya go,” he added, with a raised eyebrow.
“Wait…really?” Quinn’s eyes widened in surprise. She wasn’t convinced he wasn’t just screwing with her. “You’ll really let me go?”
Rudy shrugged. “Whadaya got to lose?”
Quinn nodded. “Ok…”
“Groovy…” Rudy sneered, flicking his cigarette across the room.
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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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
KatieD 