Art by Jonut21

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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…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. 4.

“Agent Katie!” Dr. Prodo 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.

The orderly lifted me up and planted me on the exam table. Despite being utterly under his control, I squirmed and struggled a bit – mostly out of habit. He positioned me reclined against the padded backrest with 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!”

“Mrrruhh??” I questioned from behind my gag. ‘Giggling and squealing?’

“Well, by that, I mean of course…” the doctor corrected himself. “We’ll be starting your therapy to cure you of your shameful kinky desires. By uh…well, anyway…”

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

“Watch it wiggle, see it jiggle…”

While the orderly held my upper arms, Nurse Gargalesis fastened a wide safely belt across my waist, pinning my hips and lower back into the table. Then Knismo removed the belt around my upper body and drew my arms behind the back cushion, fastening my wrists behind it.

Just like that, my upper body was immobilized; at best I could toss my shoulders back and forth. When I realized how my braless breasts were swaying back and forth, I quit that resistance too.

Meanwhile, the crazed-looking nurse had removed the belt from my ankles and replaced it with individual cuffs joined by a short cord. Then she used the hook to raise my legs up off the table!

Once the remaining straps were removed from my calves and thighs, my legs dangled from the ceiling hook a couple inches apart. Right away I realized how exposed I was between my legs and the underside of my rear. To make matters worse, they used scissors to clip off my panties!

The creepy doc took a position right at the end of the table – did he seem taller? – I couldn’t really tell – and besides, I had plenty of other things to worry about. Like the fact that he began caressing my feet and tickling my soles with his fingernails – while holding my ankles apart!

I was so distracted by him playing with my feet that I didn’t notice Nurse Gargalesis had picked up the dildo. She grinned wickedly while she held it up where I could see – and waved it teasingly at me. “Orderly Knismo, I think she’s going to need the pillow bit-gag for this.”

“Of course, nurse,” the orderly said happily, and peeled off the medical tape in a none-to-gentle manner. “Open wide, girl,” he commanded, pressing a padded leather bit against my lips.

At this point, I didn’t see much point in resisting the gag – and I had to admit the nurse was probably right. Based on the size of the dildo she was threatening me with, I was going to need something to bite down on. I opened my mouth to accept it submissively and had it buckled around my head. I was still trying to figure out what all this had to do with my personal kinks.

That’s when things really started to get weird. As if they weren’t weird enough already.

“Agent Katie,” Dr. Prodo chirped, looking at me from between my suspended ankles. “We here at the Clinic for Conformity try to identify a prisoner’s – er, patient’s – one or two main fetishes so that we can ‘cure’ them. You, however – well, you pose an interesting challenge.”

I really wanted to seem disinterested and defiant, but the truth was, I was kinda curious what he meant. I mean, my agency-appointed therapist hadn’t made much progress on the topic.

“You enjoy having all control taken away from you,” he continued.

If I wasn’t gagged, I would have said ‘no duh,’ so I gave him a noncommittal shoulder shrug.

“But you don’t have any one or two fetishes. You seem to have…well, almost all of them.”

Again, I wanted to say ‘no duh.’ There were, of course, some fetishes that were a hard pass for me. But not a lot! So I kind of gave him a little head bob as if to say,‘and your point is??’

“So I think our only course of action is to take you to a total sensory overload to desensitize you to…well, everything.” He gave a smarmy grin. The whole time he was still playing with my feet.

I was still nodding along with him up to that point, as if saying, ‘yeah, cool, cool…’ Then I stopped short and was like‘wait, WHAT??’ Sensory overload and desensitize me? I wasn’t sure what that meant and didn’t know whether to be worried or take it as a personal challenge.

“Orderly Knismo, if you will, please?” the creepy little doctor said, motioning to the man behind me. I heard a hiss of air and then the mask was cupped over my mouth and nose.

“Just breathe deeply, Agent Katie,” the smarmy doc grinned. “This will be just like the giggle gas at the dentist…you’ll feel everything that’s going on…you just won’t mind…”

            “…but you will enjoy it!”

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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…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.