What better way for Evie to deal with the August heat than to hang out in a crisp, clear pool?
Kara had better hurry, because Evie’s already making eyes at all the handsome guys at the swim-up bar!
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Posting this one as a tribute to my friend @vrobx1 who brings a lot of laughter and sexy kinky fun artwork to our Agents of SPANK discord server. I’m grateful to have his infectious enthusiasm on the server and glad to call him a friend.
He created his own take on an AI version of Evie, and I’ve gotta say – I’m impressed!
He captured a lot of her best features and did her justice – but you know what? There’s another version I like even more!
Come back tomorrow for #QBTuesday to take a look at my favorite, as well as a couple other versions.
Please go check out his work and give him some positive reinforcement, and take time to read his stories!
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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! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!
Thank you for making 2023 the 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.
Today is the tenth in a series where I’ll feature images from one of my artist friends.
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I should have known it would be just a matter of time before I pushed Cecy too far.
I’ve been teasing her for weeks, telling her that as a junior agent she must be subservient and humble.
Picking at her and poking her, giving her example after example of how she has been – and will be – routinely bound, gagged, dominated and humiliated in her career as an agent.
Telling her what a good girl she is when she’s being obedient and submissive.
Even going so far as to have her acknowledge that I, myself, have her collared and leashed and in my control.
Well, she finally decided to turn the tables on me and dominate me for a while – well, for an indeterminate time.
So now I find myself her subservient pet – on my hands and knees before her, naked except for my restraints and a humiliating head-harness gag. Forced to call her mistress and obey every one of her commands, cater to her every whim.
And, just like I enjoyed making her feel – she now has me gushing wet, skin flushed and panting heavily, overwhelmed with desire and needy for her touch.
And if I’m really being honest with myself…I knew that if I kept pushing her, she just MIGHT react this way!!
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Cecy Medina @Cecyme is an amazing personality that probably needs no introduction to most of my watchers, but she is deserving of this spotlight and recognition regardless.
She is one of the most genuinely kind, patient, fun and fun-loving people I have the pleasure of knowing.
There’s not been a boring day on our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. server since she joined – she brings a high level of energy and hilarity to the chat in the channels daily – as well as a flood of yellow-shaded emojis, hearts, monkeys and bunnies.
And she’s ALWAYS a good sport about the teasing – even when Deena has her knocked out with her yellow-clad ass in the air.
She’s a skilled writer of saucy prose with a wickedly vivid imagination and loves collaborating with others and adding her own vignettes to others’ artwork.
But more impressively than that, she now creates her own art as well, adding her personal twist to sexy images.
PLEASE go check out her DA page and give her some love – and drop a blue heart or two to let her know I sent you!
Here are a few of my favorites:
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Huge thanks to my sweet friend @Cecyme for this steamy hot artwork.
I’m flattered that she would take time to craft this for me and I’m so grateful for her friendship!
Go check her out on her DA page for lots of fun scenes and stories – she writes great saucy prose – and more artwork with her friends.
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.
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.
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.
After recovering from her stay at ‘The Manor,’ Agent Katie moves on to her next assignment.
She investigates an unusual clinic that appears to be repressing people’s natural kinks!
Not critical, you may wish to check out Agent Katie’s previous adventure first!
1. 2. 3. 4.
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Wow, it felt good to be back out in the field!
I’d taken some time off to recover after I’d escaped from the Sinister Sisters and the Greeblies.
Well – to be honest – I didn’t so much ‘escape’ as outlast them. It was a very, very long weekend at The Manor, during which they did unspeakable –unspeakable, I say! – things to me.
So, I survived, as I always do. Though I do have a sneaking suspicion that they actually let me go – to ‘live to play another day,’ as the saying goes. But my shrink back at Agents of S.P.A.N.K. HQ says that it’s better for my psyche (and my ego) if I keep telling myself that I escaped!
Anywhoo, here I was back out investigating, kicking ass and taking names, and making the world safe for sexy kinky fun times. Which led me to this clinic, which was being subsidized by I-PRUDE – The Institute for the Prevention and Repression of Unnatural Deviant Expression.
“Dr. Prodo,” I addressed the short-statured director of the clinic. “I am Agent Katie, of S.P.A.N.K. I’m here to have a conversation about the type of treatments you perform at your clinic.”
“Well, I must say it’s a pleaaasure to finally meet the lovely and talented Agent Katie,” he replied in the smarmiest of tones, and with an obvious leer while he looked me up and down.” This is my esteemed colleague Nurse Gargalesis, and our associate, Orderly Knismo.”
“Now then,” he continued, “what can we here at the Clinic for Conformity do to – I mean for – the most infamous agent of the Syndicate for Propagation, Analysis and Normalization of Kink?”
“I’ll get directly to the point, so we can keep this professional,” I replied. Before continuing, I gave him a stern look to make clear I didn’t appreciate his leering or suggestive word choices.
“You are marketing your services as a ‘cure’ for kinky desires, Doctor. I’m curious, of course, what treatments you are using on your patients to ‘cure’ their kinks. But more importantly, I want to know what makes you think kinks are undesirable, and why they need to be cured?”
“Ahh, I can see that this is a subject you feel most passionate about, or I suppose you wouldn’t be in your profession. I doubt I can change your mind, but perhaps I can help you understand.”
He grinned even more lasciviously at me and adopted a patronizing tone. “After all, a woman such as yourself most certainly has a wide variety of kinks of her own – do you not? A veritable cornucopia of deviant impulses, fantasies and sexual peccadilloes, as it were?”
“Oh, no you don’t!” I retorted. “I’m not here to discuss my private life.” I fought to keep my rising anger in check. “I’m here to see what you’re doing to your patients, make sure it’s ethical and legal, and that you’re not causing undue harm to those who have submitted to your treatments.”
I took a moment to compose myself before continuing. “Look,” I said in a more conciliatory tone. “I’m not here to shut you down. I just need to see what’s going on. But mark my words, if there is something unethical happening here, I won’t hesitate to procure a cease and desist order.”
“Fair enough, fair enough,” Dr. Prodo said, also in a more pacifying tone. “Perhaps we got off on the wrong err…foot. I don’t want to waste your time arguing with you. Perhaps it would be better to show you.”
“Perhaps,” I agreed, but maintained my stern demeanor to let him know he couldn’t bullshit me.
“Excellent,” he grinned eagerly. “Let’s begin, then.” He looked over my shoulder and nodded.
“Mr. Knismo, if you will, please?”
~~~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 the gift!
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.
Wait a minute…we’ve seen Deena as a gladiatrix, a boxer, a warrioress, a corsair, an avenger…
But a pretty princess in pale blue florals?!?!?
Methinks she’s up to something…why else would she be flashing a little leg like that?
One thing is likely though…she’s probably NOT a princess in need of rescuing…unless you play your cards right…
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Posting this one as a tribute to my friend @vrobx1 who brings a lot of laughter and sexy kinky fun artwork to our Agents of SPANK discord server. I’m grateful to have his infectious enthusiasm on the server and glad to call him a friend.
Please go check out his work and give him some positive reinforcement, and take time to read his stories!
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!
Thank you for making 2023 the 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.
When her ‘Uncle Tony’ needs some time off, Deena gears up in her shiny blue Mark LXIX to fight crime with her all-girl team of sexy superheroines, the ‘The KinkVengers.’
Of course, Tony Stark isn’t really her uncle – when you see a sexy young blonde with a distinguished older man, he’s NEVER her uncle.
(Also, I totally don’t wanna get sued)
Want to join her crew? Well unless you’re a brash and brassy busty babe, forget about it.
Although they may have an opening for a cabin-boy or suit-cleaner or two…
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@vrobx1 is an accomplished writer who has been creating fun one-off images for his stories and for his friends.
He’s brought an infectious enthusiasm to our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. server and to the comments sections of my DA posts.
Please go check out his work and give him some positive reinforcement, and take time to read his stories!
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!
Thank you for making 2023 the 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.
When things get a little boring on land, Deena sets sail and battles buccaneers with her all-girl band of blue-blooded (and blue-lipped) corsairs.
Want to join her crew? Well unless you’re a brash and brassy busty babe, forget about it.
Although they may have an opening for a cabin-boy or two…
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@vrobx1 is an artist who is primarily a writer – who then began creating artwork for his own stories.
He’s brought an infectious enthusiasm to our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. server and to the comments sections of my DA posts.
Please go check out his work and give him some positive reinforcement, and take time to read his stories!
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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! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!
Thank you for making 2023 the 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.
Determined to track down the mysterious (and kinky) Greeblies, Agent Katie checks into The Manor to investigate the ‘Sinister Sisters’ and their connection to ‘Jonut 21, LLC.’
Not critical, but recommend you check out parts 1 -3 first!
1. 2. 3.
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The Sinister Sisters and their little helpers began to methodically transform me into theiridea of what a ‘proper young lady’ should be. They made those intentions known by keeping up an incessant commentary while they ‘fixed’ everything that was wrong with me.
Their remarks consisted mostly of insults about my ‘indecent’ clothing and ‘hussy’ appearance and ‘uncouth’ behaviors. In between the disparaging criticism they maintained a running play-by-play of how I would soon learn ‘proper decorum’ and to be ‘docile and respectful.’
“Mmmhopp! ‘At’tsh ‘eean!!” My muffled protests at their mean and nasty jabs and degrading treatment mostly went ignored, though occasionally they’d respond with a sneered “this is what impudent strumpets deserve,” or “your deplorable behavior leaves us no choice.”
Their contempt for my revealing attire helped explain their connection to Countessa and Madame No, and the rest of I-PRUDE (the Institute for the Prevention and Repression of Unnatural Deviant Expression).
I would have pointed out the irony and hypocrisy in putting me in bondage and fetishizing me – if I wasn’t gagged. At least I didn’t deny or hide my desires for kinky sexy fun times! Unfortunately, despite the collar and tight belts, I wasn’t quite having a kinky fun time – at least not yet…
The Sinister Sisters worked diligently on ‘improving’ me for the next two or three hours – it might have been longer, because ‘time’ at The Manor did not seem to flow naturally. They worked with a practiced yet unhurried ease – I obviously wasn’t their first guest to be transformed.
Eloise’s role was to dress me in the frilly feminine outfit she had selected for me. Berta’s role was to keep strict control of me and move me about as Eloise needed. She was careful to only move or adjust the minimum restraints necessary – such as only releasing my arms long enough to slide them through the sleeves of the tiny dress.
The Greeblies were instructed to assist Berta in keeping me subdued, which they did with enthusiasm. They were effective partially because they physically kept firm grips on me, and partially because their wandering hands kept me off guard. I was constantly dancing on my tiptoes to avoid groping hands and probing fingers. Cold, pale, thin, creepy probing fingers.
Eventually, they completed my transformation into a ‘somewhat more respectable girl.’ Their ‘somewhat’ qualifier made me wonder what else they expected, but I doubted anything I could say or do would change their opinion of me. Admittedly, I hadn’t been ‘respectable’ for years!
I was wearing the teeny tiny dress now, the one that barely contained my chest and utterly failed to cover anything below my hips. Any movement at all threatened a wardrobe malfunction, either an escaping breast or an exposed butt cheek, or a badly torn seam or two.
Which, I would have thought, would be exactly what the Sinister Sisters didn’t want to see…or did they? Was part of the plan to put me into a position to fail at modesty, so they could punish me for yet another infraction? That, or let the Greeblies apply whatever penance they saw fit?
I shuddered at the thought of the Greeblies having their way with me once again. If the sisters thought I was immodest now, what would they think when the Greeblies made me cum screaming? I tried to banish that thought from my head before it began to excite me again.
The entire outfit was meant to enhance the ‘girly’ nature of the dress. From the frilly panties and ankle socks, to the sheer blue stockings and garters, to the blue ribbons in my hair, everything went together. Even the high heels, collar and gag were all color-coordinated in shades of blue!
I stood there in humiliation while they looked me over, still clucking in disapproving tones while they tweaked my outfit, tugging on loose fabric and tucking in ‘exposed’ flesh here and there.
“Perhaps if she wasn’t such a curvy and voluptuous girl, she wouldn’t be bulging out of her more acceptable attire, Berta,” Eloise said with a disdainful sneer.
“A shameful display of flesh, Eloise,” Berta agreed. “That plump bosom and bubbly buttocks refuse to be contained by even the most prudent apparel.”
“HHHLUHMMP?” I wailed into the gag. She was calling me plump?? And how was I supposed to be modest and demure when the outfit was four sizes too small??
“I am quite skeptical she will be able to maintain her modesty when we put her to the test,” Eloise mused. “I’d wager she will fail the simplest challenge – if it weren’t improper to wager.”
“You’re certainly right,” Berta replied with a grimace. “But we would be doing her a disservice if we didn’t evaluate her critically.” She motioned to the Greeblies. “Let’s get her into position and see if she can retain any decency.”
I soon found out what ‘into position’ meant. My ankles were spread shoulder-width apart and anchored to a bolt in the floor. Then my wrists, still bound behind me, were pulled high up in the air, straining my shoulders until I was forced to bend forward at the waist.
Inevitably, my rear was forced upward and outward as I tried to maintain my balance in the high heels. I could actually feel the hem of the dress rising up to expose my cheeks and a scandalous view of my panties nestled between my legs. I groaned in my embarrassment.
And, inevitably, the weight of my breasts shifted forward and down until my aureolas were peeking above the bustline of the dress, and only my nipples’ pressure on the fabric was keeping them from popping free!
“Obviously, dear sister,” Eloise observed, “our guest needs more corrective discipline to bring her errant behaviors in line. She cannot maintain decorum in the simplest of situations.”
“And if corrective discipline doesn’t work, dear sister,” Berta nodded in agreement, “further corporal punishment and humiliation will have to ensue.”
“NNNUUHHH!!” I cried. “Nnnuh! Ahh’ll ‘eehayvv! Ahh’ll ‘ee ‘oood!”
“Oh, I’m afraid it’s far too late for promises,” Eloise said with mock sorrow. She motioned for the Greeblies to approach me. “Please provide our guest with some incentive to improve.”
One of the Greeblies stepped forward carrying a thick wooden paddle in his hands. His usual grin somehow seemed even broader than before. The other stood in front of me with my own cell phone, clicking image after image of me in my predicament, and even taking cheeky selfies!
“Smiles girlie!” he chortled. His companion began tapping his palm with the flat of the paddle.
“Hhleeese! Ah’m ‘orrry! Ah’m ‘orry!!” I wailed.
I was desperate to somehow avoid having the Greeblies start spanking me while I was bound and helpless and vulnerable. I knew what would inevitably happen…but I didn’t know if the sisters were prepared to see their guest cumming uncontrollably in the hands of their minions!
“Yes, yes, it’s far too late for apologies, too,” Berta said with a devilish grin. “Good thing we still have the entire weekend to re-train you on the right path, because it appears we have quite the challenge ahead of us!”
~~~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 the gift!
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.
Deena had spent days tracking the sinister troublemaker, the 1 called Vrobx, and she was closing in.
By tomorrow, he would be hers.
She hadn’t quite decided what she would do with him when she caught up to him. Would she seize him, seduce him, or slay him? Or perhaps some combination of the three? (and in what order?)
Twilight was falling upon the Mirkwood when the towers of the secret lair of the AoS villains appeared above the treetops. Deena decided to make a hasty camp to rest and save a breach of the lair for the pre-dawn quiet.
By then, she knew that the 1 named Vrobx would have tired of tormenting his yellow-clad and red-clad prisoners, as would his compatriots @durrik @MenchiMenagerie @joejanus a1gros and others. Perhaps Deena would catch them enough by surprise to bring ALL of them to justice at once.
Deena’s dreams were troubled as she slept by the side of a dank pond in the decaying forest. She woke to a sensation of impending danger, intense emotions overwhelming her with odd combinations of thoughts: she sensed terror and pleasure, death and romance, flighty visions of the macabre mingling with the dark scenery.
Was it an animal or creature of the night sneaking up on her? Were her overwrought instincts playing tricks with her mind?
Or, perhaps…had her quarry and his friends turned the tables to become her predators?
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@vrobx1 has been experimenting with a gothic look in portraits of his favorite ladies of DA, and he created this sexy image of Deena to try and capture a bit of sensual fear in the eyes of the badass with the great abs.
He even added her signature blue lipstick!
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@vrobx1 is an artist who is primarily a writer – who then began creating artwork for his own stories.
He’s brought an infectious enthusiasm to our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. server and to the comments sections of my DA posts.
Please go check out his work and give him some positive reinforcement, and take time to read his stories!
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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! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!
Thank you for making 2023 the 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.
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