Agent Katie Sundae

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

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‘hold the whipped cream’ version below

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Story and image follows on from these posts:

Part 1: I Just F*cking Sat Down!!

Part 2: F*ck, Now What??

Part 3: Bedroom Ambush

Part 4: Up, Up and Away!

Part 5: Victory Lap!

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The boglins carried me off into the passageways of the ship, continuing their noisy celebration and continuing to gratuitously grope and fondle my naked form. There was a brief kerfuffle when other boglins insisted on ‘getting their turn’ carrying me, though.

I endured much jostling and jolting as one set of boglins traded places with the other. I tried to point out that it might be easier to set me down and have the new group pick me up again, but my suggestions went unheeded amidst the raucous banter and laughter.

The thing I noticed about being manhandled by amphibians- or bog-handled?? –  was the cold hands of the new group…apparently my body heat warmed the hands of the first group, so the new group’s cold fingers raised gooseflesh on my body all over again!

At least that’s the reason I told myself that my nipples were getting hard and I was gasping from cold hands grabbing at me. Certainly not because I was getting aroused from being bog-handled and carried around helplessly like a championship trophy. 

NOPE! It was the cold hands, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

The boglins took me back to the ship’s galley we’d passed earlier. Of course, they took the long way around again, making almost another complete circuit of the ship. Along the way, more boglins joined in the procession and cheering, following along behind us.

I had to admit, being taken into and through a kitchen was a little unnerving, with the implications of cooking and preparing meals…but that was NOT what ‘The Chef’ was known for doing with his human female captives. He was much more interested in creating his culinary works of art. So far, that seemed to be their plan for me as well.

Through the galley we entered a large mess hall. As we entered, I saw tables and chairs pushed aside to create an open area with a large table in the center. Other boglins were standing around the table, which held the wriggling figure of Junior Agent Natalie.

Of course, even before we entered the large room I could hear Natalie’s loud cries and gasps. She was making quite curious sounds – they were somewhere between anguished tormented wails, and the sounds of a woman in the throes of passion.

As we got closer, I could see why. Junior Agent Natalie was stretched out on the tabletop on her back. Her fair skin was covered in a thick brown glaze of sorts, with small flakes of white on its surface. And a quartet of boglins was licking it off of her!

A fifth boglin was standing on the tabletop, pouring more glaze onto the parts of Natalie that had been licked clean…mostly her breasts and inner thighs, of course. He looked up as the procession entered the room.  “Chef!” he called out. “We’re out of sea salt again!”

Grime gestured toward Natalie and her eager tormentors. “As you see, Agent Katie, your pretty young agent makes a very sexy and entertaining Salted Caramel Cheesecake. I provided the caramel and salt, she’s the cheesecake!” He laughed loudly at his own joke.

“You cretin!” I snarled at him. “Tell your minions to stop torturing her this instant!”

Grime put a hand to his ear. “Torture? Those don’t sound like the noises of a human female being tortured…no, sounds to me as if Agent Natalie is enjoying herself immensely. According to the telemetry from her collar…” He paused as he consulted a flickering screen. “…she’s had…seventeen orgasms since her capture.”

“Fiend.” I muttered. “She’s just a junior agent…she doesn’t deserve this!”

“On the contrary,” he retorted with an amused smirk. “You offered her as bait for me, and I took the bait – just as you intended. It’s not my fault you weren’t there to spring the trap. We’ve actually been kind, entertaining her while she waited days for you to rescue her.” 

He chuckled as I looked at Natalie, squirming on the table, looking at me with pleading eyes. “And I must agree she does make effective bait…she lured you here, after all.”

“Yes, and here I am. I submitted, as you demanded. Now set her free, like you promised!”

Grime took on a surprised look. “Oh, no, no, dear Agent Katie. I never promised to set her free. I only agreed to let you take her place. And you will…here on this table, right now.”

“You lying, no-good, scum-sucking, sorry excuse for a space frog, mother-f….”

“Agent Katie!” Grime interrupted. “Please, let’s be civilized about this. One more vulgar outburst, and I’ll have the boys wash your mouth with soap along with the rest of you!”

Grime turned to the boglins still happily lapping at Natalie’s glaze-covered flesh. “That’s enough for now, boys…it’s time for Agent Katie to take her place. Take Agent Natalie to get cleaned up and restrained inside a sleep pod…I’m sure she could use a break.”

The boglins on the table groaned, but followed orders. They lifted her to a sitting position and tried to help her to her feet, but she was too weak to stand. A few more boglins joined them and together they carried the softly moaning girl out of the room.

“Be strong, Natalie!” I called to her as she disappeared. “I’ll get us out of this!” I hoped I sounded more confident to Natalie and the boglins than I did to myself. 

Grime pushed a button and the table cleaned itself of the residue that had dripped off – and from – Agent Natalie. His minions laid me on my back on the table and stretched my arms and legs out toward the corners. I heard my shackles click as they turned red and attached to the tabletop. No amount of tugging or squirming could make them budge.

“You boys get the lovely Agent Katie washed while I go collect our ingredients,” Grime instructed before walking away to a chorus of ‘Agent Girl Sundae! Agent Girl Sundae!’

“Dammit, Grime, I will make you pay for this…” I looked anxiously at the boglins stepping closer with buckets of water, soap, and scrub brushes. “I’ll make you all pay for this!”

I’ll say one thing about Grime’s boglin minions, they took their jobs seriously. When he instructed them to ‘wash me,’ they took their time and were extremely thorough. I thought I was pretty clean when the first group gave me a once-over, but then a second group stepped up to start the process all over again. Such attentive little creatures!

Grime, Gorman and Brat soon returned with pitchers and small containers. Grime shooed the cleaning boglins back, but let them stay for his ‘next culinary masterpiece.’

I eyed them warily. “Grime, I’m as kinky as the next girl, but this is ridiculous. You think a little bit of groping and licking is going to break me? I just need to hold on until Director Alucard gets ahold of your boss! You’ll never get me to talk, you perverted freak!”

Grime replied with a sneer. “I don’t need you to talk at all, Agent Katie.” He motioned to Gorman. “I actually find gagged moaning just as alluring as loud begging. And if you’re silenced I don’t have to listen to your insults any more.” He grinned as Gorman stuffed the plug part of a panel gag into my mouth and buckled it tightly into place.

I ‘mmmphed’ angrily and tugged against my restraints. I know the little show of defiance was exactly what he wanted to see and hear. But it made me feel a little better.

‘The Chef’ began by pouring a thin cream over my abdomen, coating my breasts and making a puddle of it on my tummy. “This is the finest dolce de leche,” he explained while Brat and Gorman spread it all over my flesh with their bare hands. “I prefer it to ice cream because despite the nice effect cold has on human female nipples, ice cream makes captives flail about too much. I prefer to see my artwork writhing sensually.”

He had a point. The warm cream moistened my skin and made the boglins’ hands feel slick as they roamed all over me. I suppressed a sigh. I couldn’t deny that it felt like a warm oil massage. If I closed my eyes and imagined a hunky masseuse, anyway.

Next, Grime poured lukewarm chocolate sauce in thin strips and little puddles everywhere. I saw Gorman and Brat with wide eyes and broad grins, licking their lips.

“Not yet, boys,” Grime warned after seeing their eagerness. “We still have to add the finishing touches.” He produced a colorful aerosol can and popped off the red plastic top. “One of my favorite human inventions,” he mused, shaking the can and then shooting a stream of whipped cream directly into his mouth.

He leaned over me and moved the nozzle in circles to create little mounds of whipped cream over both my breasts and between my legs. Now THAT was cold! “Sorry about that,” he chuckled as I flinched. “It has to be cold to create a firm, perky little mound.” 

I glared at him as the cold made me flex my hips and my chest rose and fell rapidly.

He set the can down and picked up a small container. “And now, for the ‘pièce de résistance’ that might cause you to lose your ‘résistance.’ He plucked out individual cherries and carefully placed them on top of the mounds of whipped cream.

“Voila!” He cried, making a ‘chef’s kiss’ motion while ginning down at me. All the boglins watching from around the room cheered. “Agent Girl Sundae! Agent Girl Sundae!”

I was filled with apprehension as the three closed in around me. My eyes flickered between each, wary of what was to come next. I could see the rest inching closer to get a better view. I began tugging against my restraints and twisting my shoulders and hips.

I heard a click and noticed that the lights on my shackles had turned green. Suddenly, I could twist and pivot my arms and legs, although the shackles still clung to the tabletop.

“Oh, yes, my dear Agent Katie,” Grime teased. “Please feel free to writhe and wriggle to your heart’s content. In fact, I encourage it! The more energetic your struggles, the more my boys and I will try to make you squirm. And the more delightful work of art you’ll be!” 

“Mmmmm…Mmmmh!!” I pleaded through the gag. I instinctively tried to scoot away, but the shackles wouldn’t let me lift my arms or legs, or move myself across the table.

Gorman was the first to make contact with me. He met my gaze as he stuck out his long thin tongue and began to lap at the sole of one of my bare feet. It tickled, especially with the slick cream on my smooth skin, and I squealed into the gag. I tried desperately to pull my foot away from him, but I was helpless to do any more than flex my foot around. My thigh began to tense and tremble when I couldn’t escape his relentless foot licking!

I saw movement to my side and saw Brat leaning over the edge of the table toward me. I recoiled with a squeaking noise into the gag and tried to slide my upper body away. 

He laid his wide flat tongue against my side and licked up the line of my ribs until he reached the side of my breast. The scratchy surface of his tongue made me flinch and try in vain to roll my body away. If I turned and lifted my body away, he continued tickling my ribs. When I’d fall back onto the table, he’d continue to tease and lap at my breast.

“Nnnngh! Unnnh…ahhh!” I couldn’t keep myself from crying out as I squirmed and flailed between the fast-moving tongues of my assailants. “Nnnnuhh! Nuh! Nuh!” I was actually grateful for the gag, or I’d be screaming and wailing much louder than Natalie had!

Grime paused and watched his boys get me worked up and writhing before he joined in. When he was ready, he climbed back on the table and stood ominously between my splayed legs. He waited until I made eye contact and then gave me a wicked look. He was enjoying seeing me thrashing about and hearing my increasingly agitated cries.

My eyes grew wide when I saw the triumphant look on his face. He was more than just a proud artist at the moment. He was more than a hunter toying with his prey. 

He was savoring every moment of my defeat. I’d thwarted and humiliated him for so long. He was going to take his time and indulge in dominating and humiliating me.

“Why, Agent Katie,” he sneered. “You look deliciously helpless. I already know how those ingredients on top of you will taste. I want to know how you taste on the inside.” He pointedly looked down between my legs as he knelt and put his hands on my legs.

“Nnnnuhh! Nuh! Nuh! Nuh!” I shrieked, beginning to panic. Brat and Gorman already had me close to a sensory overload. If he joined in…by licking and lapping at me…I’d lose it!

Holding on to my shins, he ducked his head between my thighs and used just the tip of his tongue to probe at my most vulnerable intimate spot. I squealed and tried to scoot further up the table, but his tongue reached much further than I could move away!

“Unnnngh…unf…unnhh…ungh…” My muffled protests were giving way to whimpers and moans. He’d just begun, and I was already losing control over my own body. Before long I’d succumb to what would likely be the first of many orgasms. Oh, no…I’m going to cum screaming in front of all of them! How in the hell did Natalie endure this for three days??

My body was trembling uncontrollably, my legs and arms tensing. My abs clenched. This was it, I was going to capitulate and give Grime the submission he wanted. 

“WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?” A booming voice came from just above me and echoed in the room. Grime froze and his head snapped up toward the giant holo-screen that had lit up just over my head. An angry-looking boglin stared down at me.

“Boss!” Grime said, shocked and fearful. “I was just gonna call you! Look who I caught!”

“I just had an unpleasant call from Earth,” the ‘boss’ continued. “Hunting treaties with Earth help keep the peace and protect Earth’s human female supply from depopulation. The MiB are willing to overlook a little over-hunting, but you’ve gone too far this time!”

“But boss!” Grime protested. “This is Agent Katie! She’s been preventing us from filling our hunting quotas…she’s in violation of the treaties, too!” he whined.

The boss looked thoughtful. “You do have a point. This does warrant further discussion.”

“Great! So we can continue enjoying our Agent-girl Sundae?” Grime said hopefully.

“NO.” the boss replied forcefully. “Bring her to me.”

to be continued…

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Ok, ok, this one went really long…but I was having so much f’n fun with the scene I just kept going!

Will there be another image? Not sure…we’ll have to see.

See my WordPress site for a version without the whipped cream topping…

https://katied.life/

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Victory Lap!

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

Full image and more at WordPress link

Image created by Alucard’s Spirit.  Go check out his page!

Story and image follows on from these posts:

Part 1: I Just F*cking Sat Down!!

Part 2: F*ck, Now What??

Part 3: Bedroom Ambush

Part 4: Up, Up and Away!

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I did my best to stay still and passive and let the tractor beam pull me up into Grime’s ship. Once I rose higher than my house, though, I began to fidget nervously again. 

The problem was, since I was ‘floating’ I had no leverage, nothing to push against. My shackles were still rigidly clamped together. As I wriggled, my hips, waist and shoulders pivoted in different directions but my ankles and wrists stayed locked in parallel. 

That kinda freaked me out, but the more I tried NOT to move, the more I fish-tailed around! When I moved my head, my hair swished slowly around and into my face. And when I pulled my shoulders back, my breasts began lifting up into the beam’s pull!

By the time I passed through the ship’s portal and into a cargo area, I was contorted and still rising, as TV personality Ms. Maisel would say, ‘tits-up!’ When I could see inside, I saw more of Grime’s crew waiting to receive me like a welcoming party. How sweet!

The ‘sweet’ little boglin minions were all too happy to grab ahold of me and pull me out of the green beam, causing me to roll and pivot even more. When I felt the tug of gravity return, I dropped into their arms face down. 

I could feel little hands holding my shins, thighs, hips, shoulders – and cupping my breasts! My rear was jutting up into the air, and a boglin was grabbing me there, too! And I think one was caressing my bare feet! No…he was licking my feet!

“Hey!! You little monsters! Stop that!” I cried out, wriggling and squirming as hands grabbed and groped everywhere. “Get your hands off me, you damn dirty…amphibians!”

They replied with a chorus of laughter and then a couple started chanting: “We got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie!”

What the…how do all these guys know who I am…and why are they so excited? 

I knew this did not bode well for me.

They slowly rolled me over onto my back, their hands now cupping under my shoulders, knees and rear…and still playing with my bare feet. Then I saw something that helped explain how they knew me by sight: there was a huge wanted poster of me on the wall!

“WANTED! AGENT KATIE!” It read in big red letters. “FOR MEDDLING, BEING AN ANNOYING DO-GOODER, A CLOYING TRY-HARD, HIGH MAINTENANCE, DIFFICULT TO WORK WITH, AND OTHER GENERAL CRIMES AGAINST BOG-MANITY.”

“WHAT??” I cried. “I am NOT difficult to work with!”

“We got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie,” they continued as they carried me out a side door leading from the cargo hold into a long passageway. 

We passed a doorway where I heard anguished female cries begging for mercy. It didn’t sound like Junior Agent Natalie though – how many women did they have on this ship? 

We took a left turn, and then another. We passed a control room where other boglins waved and cheered.  Then another left turn, past a galley and a sauna that smelled like a putrid swamp. And then one more left turn, and…

…we were back in the cargo hold, entering through a door opposite the one we exited.

Grime, Gorman and Brat were standing there, looking impatient. “Where did you idiots go?  Where did you take her?” Grime demanded.

“Victory lap! We got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-get Ka-tie!”

“You mean I got Agent Katie, you morons!” Grime face-palmed with his long fingers. “Whatever. Let’s take her to her other agent so she sees what we have planned for her.”

“Agent-girl Dessert tonight!” one cheered jubilantly. 

“We gonna have an agent-girl cherries jubilee, Chef?” one asked hopefully. “Or agent-girl berries and cream?”

“Oh! What about agent-girl a-la-mode?” asked another.

Grime grinned and motioned for his crew to settle down. He stood next to me and looked slowly up and down my naked form still resting in the arms of his minions. 

“No, I think we need to think bigger than that…something very special, a way that we can all enjoy her for a very long while…”

“AGENT-GIRL SUNDAE!!!!” Brat and Gorman yelled enthusiastically, and high-foured each other again. The rest of them joined in another chorus while they carried me away again.

“We got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie!”

to be continued…

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Up, Up and Away!

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

Full image and more at WordPress link

Image created by Alucard’s Spirit.  Go check out his page!

Story and image follows on from these posts:

Part 1: I Just F*cking Sat Down!!

Part 2: F*ck, Now What??

Part 3: Bedroom Ambush

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I stood there glumly in my failure, half-naked and held at gunpoint in my own bedroom. 

My carefully laid trap for the alien rogue hunter ‘Grime’ had been discovered; my junior agent had been captured and was being tortured by his crew, and I was soon to join her.

With a little luck, I might be able to rescue her and find a way for both of us to escape. If not, my hope was to win her freedom by taking her place as a prisoner aboard the boglins’ ship. That, of course, depended upon my captors honoring their agreement.

Grime was also known as ‘The Chef’ for his practice of turning his captive human women into food-themed works of art and sexually tormenting them for the amusement of himself and others. Soon, I would join the list of those he’d humiliated and degraded.

I was also about to find out what was worse than being half-naked and held at gunpoint in my own bedroom – to be fully naked, collared, shackled, and transported elsewhere!

Despite my promise to ‘go quietly,’ Grime and his boys insisted I be restrained first. Brat, the smallest and youngest boglin – and the most enthusiastic – came bouncing back into the room holding a set of high-tech restraints with glowing lights. “Gots ‘em, boss!”

“Can I do the stripping of her, boss?” asked Gorman, the boglin holding the gun on me. “Long time it’s been since a prisoner shot-got! Reeeeeel good I’ve been!  Pleeeease?”

“Wait, you don’t need to strip me,” I cried. “C’mon, at least wait ‘til we’re on your ship?”

“You’re right, we don’t need to strip you,” Grime said, looking me up and down.

“You don’t?” I replied, surprised. “I mean, no, you don’t! Yes, thank you!”

Grime chuckled. “No, I mean you should strip yourself!” His crew laughed loudly, too.

“You guys suck,” I muttered while I lifted my crop-top over my breasts. As soon as it was over my head, I looked around and saw all three of them staring at me hungrily. Gorman actually licked his lips. Their eyes bulged as I wriggled my panties down over my hips.

“Hanns back, hooman agent girl,” said Brat from on the bed behind me. I grudgingly placed my wrists in the small of my back, resting my hands on my rear. I felt Brat’s cold hands grip my arm and then a cool surface wrap around my wrist and latch tight. 

After he placed the second one on me, I heard a soft click and the shackles pulsed. I looked over my shoulder and noticed the lights on them had turned green. I also found I could move them slightly. I could twist my wrists and arms, but not pull them apart!

With my wrists restrained, Gorman finally holstered his alien pistol. Brat tossed him two shackles and Gorman knelt before me to attach them to my ankles. His slimy fingers gripped my lower leg and lingered there far longer than they needed to.

Brat tossed the last restraint to Grime so he could collar me himself. In different circumstances, I might consider the act of him collaring me symbolic of him claiming me. In this case, though, I considered it simply him keeping his prisoner in control.

He looked up at me, our height difference suddenly quite significant. He wasn’t going to be able to collar me without my help. He pointed to the floor in front of me. “Down.”

I laughed. “No. There’s no way I’m kneeling for you, you nasty woman-poacher. What are you, like three feet tall? Or three feet short?”

Grime frowned but didn’t reply. He plucked a gadget from his belt and pressed a button. With a buzz the shackles at my wrists and ankles snapped together with a ‘clack’ sound. 

I could no longer twist my wrists around; the parallel shackles held them together rigidly. I could see the lights on my ankle shackles had now turned a glowing red.

“Brat, if you will, please,” Grime said, motioning toward me with his fingers. Brat gave me a firm shove in the back, and with my ankles locked tight, I had no choice but to fall forward onto my knees. “Thank you, Brat,” he said with a grin.

Grime stepped forward with the collar open and reached out toward my throat. Despite my instinct to resist, I knew it was futile. The collar was going on, one way or another. I lifted my chin up and exposed my neck to him in a sign of my submission.

The rigid outer shell of the collar had a softer rubbery material inside. It felt cool and smooth around my neck. Like the shackles, it adjusted to make a snug fit on my skin.

Grime pressed a button and the shackles unclasped from each other while staying firmly about my ankles. I looked down and saw the lights had switched back to green. Another button press, and the collar itself seemed to be propelling me upward. I had to scramble to my feet to avoid having the collar choking me. I could see its red glow.

“I believe you now understand you are utterly within my control, Agent Katie?” he smirked. “I could make you dance like a puppet if I wished.” He chuckled. “Perhaps later. But now, I believe it is time to transport you to my ship.” He gestured toward the door.

I was able to take short steps in my green-lit ankle cuffs, while the red-lit wrist cuffs kept my arms pinned behind me. The red-lit collar tugged and nudged me along as Grime wished, through the house and out the patio door into my backyard. He positioned me in the center of the yard before pressing the button that snapped my ankles back together.

I looked around expectantly, waiting to see what would happen next. I didn’t have to wait long. With a low hum, a column of green light enveloped me from above. Nothing else happened for a moment. Then I suddenly felt weightless, and began rising into the air!

The sensation of floating while tightly bound was so unnerving! I wriggled and thrashed briefly until I relaxed and gave myself over to the force lifting me up into the light. I glanced down to see Gorman and Brat high-fouring each other. 

“Agent Girl Dessert tonight!” they cheered triumphantly. 

The last, lingering image I saw as I ascended into Grime’s ship was my captor’s smug smiling face while he watched his prize being loaded into his ship. I didn’t know yet exactly what his plans were for me, but I knew I likely wouldn’t enjoy them…and that whatever they were, they were completely, utterly out of my control.

to be continued…

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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.

Bedroom Ambush

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

Full image and more at WordPress link

Image created by Alucard’s Spirit.  Go check out his page!

Story and image follows on from these posts:

Part 1: I Just F*cking Sat Down!!

Part 2: F*ck, Now What??

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“Ohhh, fuuuuu…” I groaned. 

I watched in dismay as the bedroom door slowly swung shut with me on the inside. Dismay turned to shock as I saw the green creature hiding behind it. He had a gleam in his eyes and a broad grin spreading across his wide face.

Froglins. Why did it always have to be froglins?

Seriously, did these guys have a union, or something? Did they plot in chat rooms, compare notes, and take turns kidnapping me?

“We has you now, hooman agent girl,” said a voice behind me. I whirled  to see a smaller yellow froglin in a dark space-suit who had hopped up on my bed.

“Hanns up, toad bait!” commanded another in a green suit as he emerged from my closet, aiming a scary looking alien gun at me. Immediately I did as I was told.

“Ahh, Agent Katie,” said the one by the door. His melodious tone sounded smug. “You as all causes of my troubles, I has happiness greatly to have you in my clutching hands.”

Agent girl…toad bait…Katie…these guys knew who I was? That was not good…

“Who…who are you guys…how do you…how do you know me? What do you want?” I twisted back and forth, trying to keep them all in view and determine the greatest threat.

“Pretending not knowledge having of me?” The one in the red suit said. “Insulting to the most. Respecting failure toward your imprisoner! Compensation making shall you after that!” Apparently he was the leader of this trio of pests.

“Uhhh…why do you guys talk so funny?” I asked, a quizzical look on my face. “The last batch of froglins to abduct me were quite well spoken. Not to mention, more polite.”

“Whatevers?” The leader said in a confused tone, his green head tilting to one side. “Oh, copulation!” he cried, and rapped his knuckles against the side of his head. He blinked twice. “I see. It seems my universal translator was not optimally tuned. That better?”

“If you say so,” I replied with a smirk. “I’m still knowledge not has-ing of you.”

“Mock me not, girl. You are in much more trouble than you realize. I have a grudge to settle, and it’s a debt I’ll claim through the repeated use of your human female form.”

I sighed. ‘Just like every other froglin.’ I scowled at him. “Seriously, can’t I just pay the debt through Venmo? CashApp? Oh, wait, let me guess, you old guys still use PayPal.”

“Do not be insulting of the mighty Grime!” the one with the gun screeched. “The Great Chef is of the order that is highest! Deserving of your respect and submission is he!”

I jerked my thumb in his direction. “His translator broken, too?”

“No. That’s Gorman. He just talks like that. The one checking out your ass is Brat.”

“Hi!” chirped the little one. “The Chef gonna make a sweet-sweet dessert with you!”

Waitaminit…’Grime?’ ‘The Chef?’ This guy is Grime? He’s the target of my next mission!

“Wait…you??” I asked the leader incredulously. “You’re the infamous Grime ‘The Chef?’ But…you know me…how…how did you find me?”

“Yes, it is I, Grime the Great. Our meeting is long overdue, Agent Katie. For months I have sought to capture you, and for months you have been tracking me. I know you have gone to great lengths to set a trap for me. I decided to come find you instead.”

I found myself nodding along as he monologued. Grime was an intergalactic hunter gone rogue, ignoring treaties limiting abductions of earth women. He and his crew had far exceeded the limit of his license, taking dozens of extra captives to his home world. 

He was also known as ‘The Chef’ for his practice of turning captives into food-themed works of art and tormenting them mercilessly for the amusement of himself and others.

I had been getting closer – I was so confident that he would be brought to justice soon, and no more earth women would suffer at the hands of Grime and his crew. In only two more days, I had a sting operation planned to trap him. 

But if he found me here… and knew about the trap…then that meant…

His monologue was still going strong. “…and then after you are writhing helplessly and begging for mercy, my crew and I are going to…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” I interrupted. “The trap…you have already captured my agent?”  

“Oh, you mean Natalie?” he snapped, irritated at being interrupted. “Oh yes, she’s already being entertained by the crew of my ship. Here, have a listen.”

He pressed a button on his belt. The sounds of Junior Agent Natalie screeching and begging filled the room. “Oh god no please! I can’t take this, stop! Stop! Not there! Please, not there anymore!!”

“You monster! I’ll…” I cut myself off; anger was just playing into his hands. “Let her go.”

“If you come quietly with us, Agent Katie, we will release her…and let you take her place.”

I grimaced. I owed it to my junior agent to try and rescue her whatever it took, even if it meant sacrificing myself. Going with them was the only chance I had to save us both.

“Fine.” I nodded. “I’ll go quietly. Just promise you’ll stop torturing Natalie.”

“We’ll stop as soon as you arrive to take her place,” Grime countered with a greedy grin. He turned to the little guy bouncing happily on the bed. “Brat, go fetch the restraints!”

“But…but I said I’d go with you quietly!” I stammered. “You don’t need to…”

“Oh I’m sure you will, but the bound transport scene is kinda our tradition…I wouldn’t want to deprive the boys of their fun.”

to be continued…

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Under the Desk

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This very sexy image is a continuation from my previous posts:

Lovely Ladies Tied Together

Lovely Ladies Sold to New Owners

Bite of the Whip

The Ogre’s Pet

Image created by Alucard’s Spirit.  Go check out his page!

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“This is the human girl who caused you so much embarrassment – and lost you all that money?  Vinny’s latest client was a big ugly hobgoblin named Skuz, a truly detestable creature that even ogres looked down on…and HE was looking down on ME!

“She doesn’t look like all that much,” he continued.  “I mean sure, she’s got nice tiddies and a round ass…for a human.  But she’s so tiny…humans are so fragile…I’m always worried I’m going to break one of them.” He looked like he was willing to try, though.

“This one’s surprisingly tough,” Vinny replied.  “You should have seen how many lashes she took with the energy whip just at lunch time.”

“Ah, that I would have liked to see.” The hobgoblin raised an eyebrow. “Still, she can’t be worth that much to you…let me take her off your hands. I can put her to work in the milking stalls. Or the wrestling pits. The Arachnoids are always looking for human pets.”

It was bad enough they were talking about me as if I wasn’t even there. It was worse they were discussing such horrific fates. Suddenly ‘harem wench’ didn’t sound so bad.

“No, Skuz,” Vinny said slowly. “I think I’m going to keep this one around for a while.”

The hobgoblin scoffed. “You’ve gone soft, Vinny. After this one killed your client and escaped, the traders began to talk. They sense weakness. They say your slaves lack discipline, you’re cutting corners on training. Someone’s going to move on your turf.”

“That would be their mistake. I’ve dealt with the incompetents,” he said as he drew a line across his throat, “and this slave is back in my possession. What more do they want?”

“The boys don’t like you getting attached to her. She’s just a slave, Vinny. Makes you look weak. You know she’ll try to escape again. What makes you think you can train her to be loyal?”

Irritated, Vinny made a fist. “She’s already being trained…one session with the energy whip and she’s already obedient to anything I command.” Vinny hoped he was correct.

“Oh?” Challenged the hobgoblin. “Prove it.”

Vinny turned to me. “Well, girl? You going to embarrass me again, or you going to prove this douchebag wrong? Keep in mind, if you fail, you’re leaving here on his leash.”

I gulped. Vinny might be cruel and depraved, but he was a much less disgusting option than Skuz. “I’ll…I’ll prove him wrong, Boss. I won’t disappoint you.” I swallowed hard and bowed my head.  “What would you like me to do, Master?”

I heard a jingle of metal, a zipper, and then Vinny’s trousers slid down to his ankles. He reclined in his seat and spread his knees apart. “Under the desk. You know what to do.”

I responded with a silent sigh and a nod of my head.  I dropped to my knees and crawled around his huge leg and underneath the desk.  

“Damn!” Skuz laughed.  “Ok, maybe you do have her obedient this time.” I saw him adjust himself in his trousers under the desk. He scooted his chair back to watch.

I positioned myself between Vinny’s legs. That same fat cock I’d experienced the last time I was here dangled in front of me at half-mast.  I started to lean forward.

“Not yet, girl,” Vinny said, starting to close his knees on me. “Those pants cost more than it cost to buy you. Pick ‘em up and fold ‘em.”

I was glad neither of them could see me roll my eyes. I pulled Vinny’s trousers off his ankles, folded them neatly, and moved back into position. “Now may I please, Master?”

“You may.”

I leaned forward again, taking his huge cock in both hands, and lifted it toward my mouth. I remembered the weight, the heft of it…the thickness…the taste…

I went to work, saving my own skin, and probably saving Vinny’s, too.

“Fuck,” Skuz said breathily. I could hear fabric moving behind me as he stroked himself.  “I’ll give you fifty thousand credits for her, right now.”

“No. I want 150.”  I nearly choked. Not just because they were discussing my price tag with me in the room, but because that was actually a lot of money.

“What?” Skuz yelped. “She’s good, but no way she’s that good.”

Vinny let out a grunt as I drew back with as much suction as I could muster, and  my thumbs circled around that spot he liked. I grinned, despite the cock in my mouth, to hear I pleased him. If he was going to defend me, I was going to give him good reason.

“Oh she has many many more uses than just this. Why don’t you stick around a while tonight, and I will show you.”

Vinny sucked in a deep breath as I squeezed his balls with one hand and stroked his shaft with the other. He was so close, in a moment, he wouldn’t be able to form words.

“Yeah, stick around. In the morning I’ll give you another chance to make a decent offer.”

to be continued…

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F*ck, Now What??

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For crying out loud!!

I just want to have a quiet chill and chat with friends on my Agents of S.P.A.N.K. Discord server.

But of course, the moment I relax…there’s a big thump noise.

It’s not the cats…they’re asleep in their tower thingie.

Other than them, I’m home alone.

Maybe if I have another glass of cabernet I can forget all about it.

I’m sure it’s nothing, right? 

Back to Discord, the guys want to brainstorm ideas.

Another thump. 

Sigh.  F*ck, now what??

Another thump.

Grudgingly, I get up to go see what it was.

I head into the bedroom. I don’t see anything amiss.

Well, as long as I’m in here, I might as well get my pajama bottoms on. 

I slip off my tights and I’m about to slip my panties off, when…

…oh shit…did that door just move??

to be continued…

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I Just F*cking Sat Down!!

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Another long day…

I finally get home, slip off my heels and bra, put on stretchy tights and a soft crop top..

pour a glass of cabernet…

put my feet up and pick up my phone to chat on discord…

and I hear a thump. 

What the…

I’m sure it’s nothing, right?  Back to discord.

Another thump. 

Sigh.  What now?  I just f*cking sat down!!

Well, screw it.  I don’t even care what it is.  I’m not getting up!

Another thump.

to be continued...

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Loud is back on DA!!

Art by Loud

Full image and info below at WordPress link

Woo Hoo!  My friend Loud is back on DA again!

PLEASE go check her out and give her a watch! Loud 

Basically, as you can see above, I had to tie her up, gag her, put a collar and leash on her and DRAG her back!

Not exactly, but I did encourage her, and rallied some positive comments from others to let her know how much she was appreciated and missed. 

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Loud is a friend of mine who is also a talented 3D artist.

She loves putting her own character into peril scenes.

She had a page here on DA for quite some time, but recently it got nuked by DA. 

That was a pretty tough blow to her, and she didn’t have the heart to rebuild for quite a while.

I’m very very glad that she’s decided to start up again.

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Recently she made her own version of Agent Katie, too, so she could have some fun with me…and vice versa.

It’s a little different look for me, but I like it!

Anyway, here is her new page.  PLEASE go check her out and give her a watch!

https://www.deviantart.com/la-loud

Loud

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This series also serves as a prequel to this series from @AlucardsSpirit

Lovely Ladies Tied Together

Lovely Ladies Sold to New Owners

Bite of the Whip

Image created by by friend Loud.

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Complete Agent Katie’s Jungle Perils

Art by Alucard

Thumbnails from the complete project: see WordPress link for details!

AND THERE IT IS, KINKSTERS! 

You’ve seen preview crops of 17 pages with snippets of text.  Now see them uncensored and in HD with the full story – plus 2 bonus preview images. 

You can purchase it now on Gumroad for just $15!

KatieD’s Gumroad

Agent Katie finds peril after peril and captivity on a strange jungle world, including: giant frog, snake, carnivorous plant, tentacle beast, lizard-men, a great ape, quicksand, giant wurm, and a couple T-Rex.

And not just that…nudity, damn-near nudity, bondage and light vore themes. 

Agent Katie’s Jungle Perils is a 20 page art and story collaboration between Alucard and me.

It contains 19 HD images: 17 images with vignettes and 2 bonus preview images.

All images created by Alucard.  Go check out his page!

And thank you all for your continued support!

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Page 17 Agent Katie’s Jungle Perils

Art by Alucard

Crop of page 17 and sample text below. See WordPress link for more!

Agent Katie meets another human girl in the strange world…but will she help her escape?  Or will she just make things worse?  Wanna guess?

Agent Katie finds peril after peril and captivity on a strange jungle world, including: giant frog, snake, carnivorous plant, tentacle beast, lizard-men, a great ape, quicksand, giant wurm, and a couple T-Rex.

And not just that…nudity, damn-near nudity, bondage and light vore themes. 

Agent Katie’s Jungle Perils is a 20 page art and story collaboration between Alucard and me.

It contains 19 HD images: 17 images with vignettes and 2 bonus preview images.

You can purchase it now on Gumroad for just $15!

KatieD’s Gumroad

Here’s a snippet from page 17 that goes with the image above.

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Lacey helped me strip and get into a bath. 

Uninhibited, she giggled and slipped into the bath with me! 

She took her time, washing my body and brushing my hair. 

Eventually she removed my restraints and replaced them by using soft white rope to re-tie my wrists behind my back.

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KatieD’s Gumroad

19 HD images: 17 images with vignettes and 2 bonus preview images.

Contains nudity, peril, bondage, and light vore themes.

Images created by Alucard.  Go check out his page!

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