Lady Eva Welcomes Her New Pets

Artwork by ArtOfVenus

Mistress Eva, succubus extraordinaire, has won Kara and Evie in the poker game.

After having them brought to her dungeon and strung up on their tiptoes, she comes to welcome and inspect her new pets.

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“You two seem to think this some sort of fun vacation,” Lady Eva scolded, after hearing Evie’s excited chatter. “As if I am running some sort of day spa here.”

“Ummm…no, of course not, Mistress,” Evie blurted defensively, her eyes wide, her face flushed from being so harshly admonished. “We’re just both so eager to please you! It’s an honor to be in your…”

“Evie, SHUT UP!“” Kara hissed. Kara had wisely stayed silent, the anxiety on her face evident. Evie was digging a hole big enough for both of them, she didn’t want to add to it and make their situation worse.

“You’ll soon find that being in my possession, in my dungeon, is not something one should look forward to,” Lady Eva warned. “Any pleasure to be found here is mine alone. Your minds and bodies are mine do do with as I see fit; you exist solely for my amusement.”

Kara and Evie nodded, not daring to interrupt and earn their new owner’s ire.

“Your continued existence is subject to my capricious whims,” Lady Eva continued, with a dramatic pause. “And dependent upon how much pleasure I can take from you before I tire of you.”

Evie gulped audibly. “We promise to obey and please you, Mistress! We won’t ever bore you, we promise!

Kara squirmed anxiously. “What, um, happens if you do become bored with us?”

“One of you, I will take to my bed, where I will slowly drain your life force by absorbing your sexual energies,” Lady Eva replied. “The other, I will toss to my dungeon master and his guards.” Her eyes flicked back and forth between the two, one eyebrow raised inquisitively as if she were already trying to make up her mind.

Kara and Evie exchanged glances, each wondering which fate would be worse…and which they each might face…

~~~to be continued~~~

If you enjoyed this kinky sexy fun times image, go give ArtOfVenus a look on his DA page or other links, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Patreon and/or SubscribeStar.

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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Deena’s Gothic Dream

Art by vrobx1

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Art by vrobx1 Go check out his page!

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.

Angel or Demoness? – QB Tuesday #33

Artwork by DxC2005

Angel or Demoness, I can appear as whatever I need to be.

More importantly, I can appear as whatever YOU need me to be.

So what will it be, mortal?

Shall I be your angel, your demoness?

Or perhaps a little of both?

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I’m sure all you creative kinksters out there can come up with an even BETTER caption than that!

SHOW ME! Add your caption in the comments below and I’ll give a shoutout to my favorites on the next post!

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Today’s post is the 33rd of a series, “Quick Bites Tuesday.”

Credit to @CallMePlisskin for the original idea for the series and helping to ensure that 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!

129 days – 1/3 of a year – of consecutive posts!

MASSIVE thank you to my artist partners who have collaborated with me on this series!!

I’m very grateful to you.  #Gratitude2023

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There were a few really good quotes last week, but here’s my favorite from @Kariego 

“You think she’ll let us keep these collars afterwards? OOHH!! I wonder if there will be more accessories to come!!”

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If you enjoyed this kinky sexy fun times image, go give @DxC2005 a look on his DA page or other links. This image is from his Infinite Realm series.

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 this 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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Enemy of my Enemy

Artwork by DxC2005

Captains Deena and Aura met with their counterparts from Sparta, but not without suspicion and reservation.

However, the Spartans came bearing a warning – and valuable intelligence – about the approach of the Persians.

Since the warriors of Athens despised the Persians more than they disliked the Spartans, Deena and Aura welcomed the meeting – and the valuable information shared.

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Hey, Deena, I get it.

I dislike Spartans myself, but nowhere near as much as I despise Buckeyes or the Fighting Irish. I’d much rather tolerate hanging around a few Spartys.

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This amazing art is by my friend and collaborator @Dxc2005 

Please go check out his work and all his other beautiful fighters.

And check out his feature length stories on his gumroad, too.

dxc.gumroad.com/

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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! 

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.

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Exactly What They Were Looking For

artwork by MenchiMenagerie

Evie finds herself bound, gagged and vulnerable in the possession of a sinister man.

She doesn’t yet know what this is all about…but the intrigue has her curiosity piqued. 

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Since Laressa and Elle were busy working on some ‘project’ together (uh-huh, who does ‘research and development’ on a Friday night?), I decided to strike out on her own for a night on the town and, or as I like to say, ‘see what kind of trouble I can get up to.’

I wasn’t in the mood for hanging out in my usual haunts, which often meant fending off half-drunk suitors, brawling in a bar fight, or waking up in an attractive stranger’s bed. Or, usually, all of the above.

So I decided to head uptown to mingle with some high-society types. That meant getting all dolled up in the latest fashion and in my favorite colors – courtesy of Laressa, of course – and some sexy high heels.

I approached a very exclusive establishment with a bit of a queue. Avoiding eye contact with the well dressed would-be patrons in line, I headed straight for the door, the clicking of my heels on the sidewalk drawing the doorman’s attention.

He eyed me up and down, trying to maintain a gruff demeanor and suppress his grin at what he saw. Acknowledging the grumbles of the people queuing behind the velvet rope, he half heartedly asked if I had ‘a VIP pass or sumpin’ like dat.’

I smiled at him, then did a slow turn so that he could see me from every angle. “I’m a single girl, here on my own.” I gave him a smile and a wink. “You think your bosses will complain if you let me in?”

He laughed. “I see. Mind if’n I pat you down? For uh, weapons an’ stuff?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I cooed back.

A moment of subtle groping and fondling later, during which I giggled and squirmed appropriately, he ushered me inside. The objections from the queue were much more subdued after our little display.

Once inside, I quickly lost myself in the music and dancing and the crush of the crowd. I had no shortage of attention from both men and women who wanted to dance with me and offer me drinks. I accepted a select few of each – women, men, and drinks – and carefully walked the line between letting loose and keeping my wits about me.

Through the crowd, I kept catching glimpses of a handsome man sitting off to the side, watching. He was well-built, well-dressed, with well-kept salt-and-pepper hair – appearing a bit older than I might usually prefer. His features remained partially in shadow, but that just made him all the more intriguing.

I made eye contact a few times, intermittently, and gave him a warm inviting smile, but he never reacted, never moved, never approached. But he also never broke eye contact, staring with steely gray-blue eyes that made me feel exposed and rooted to the spot all at once.

The next time I glanced back toward him, he was gone. Surprised and disappointed, I looked around somewhat wildly before reclaiming my composure. ‘Calm yourself, Evie,’ I muttered. Whoever he was, it wasn’t meant to be. I had plenty of other prospects who would happily entertain me for the rest of the night.

Abruptly, two burly men flanked me and took hold of my upper arms. “Excuse me, miss,” one said while leaning close to my ear to be heard over the crowd. “It would seem you’re not a member here, and we’ve been asked to escort you out.”

“Not a member?” I scoffed. “I’ve danced with enough of your members and they’ve bought me enough drinks to pay for a membership. You should be paying me.”

“Just the same, miss,” his partner leaned in, giving my bicep a squeeze. He actually looked down at his hand as if surprised by how solid and wiry my muscles were. “We, uh, don’t want to do this the hard way.”

My usual retort would have been that ‘I like doing this the hard way,’ but I didn’t want to cause a scene. I allowed them to lead me off the dance floor, but instead of heading to the front door, they led me toward the back.

We exited the club through a door that led to a darkened alley. I’d like to say that it was the first time I’d been tossed out of an establishment into an alley, but that wouldn’t quite be accurate.

They didn’t toss me onto the ground, though. They dragged me toward a waiting carriage instead, and that’s when I began to resist them. Had I been in my usual skinsuit and gear, fighting them off and escaping a two-on-one would have been easy for me. In a dress and high heels, it usually would have been only slightly more challenging.

But after a number of drinks and the fact these guys were bigger and stronger than your average goons, I soon found myself on the floor of the inside of the carriage, with the two of them trying to hold me down and bind me. After cracking one’s nose, they decided to pin me down with their weight. And after burying a stiletto heel into one thug’s thigh, my heels were stripped away.

Before long they accomplished the inevitable, binding my wrists behind my back and lashing my ankles together. When that did little to slow my will to resist, they added ropes around my thighs and hips, and pinned my arms to my body with restraints above and below my chest.

An attempt to bite one resulted in a wad of cloth stuffed in my mouth and another pulled over my face from nose to chin. Finally, they decided I was subdued and restrained enough that they got off me and slowly exited the carriage, groaning and nursing their injuries.

It was only then that I noticed I was not alone in the carriage. Looking up at the rear seat, I saw a familiar shape in the near-darkness looming over me. The man leaned forward into the light from the window just enough for me to see his silvery hair and piercing blue-gray eyes.

I gave a half-hearted murmur into the gag and a perfunctory struggle for his benefit. I knew that thanks to my training, I could escape the sloppy ropework of the goons and fight my way out of the carriage again. But now I was intrigued to see where this might be going.

“I wonder,” he began, looking down at me bound and vulnerable on the floor of his carriage, “what exactly it was you came looking for tonight.” He didn’t exactly phrase it as a question, more of a statement as if he were scrutinizing and evaluating me.

My face suddenly felt flushed and a warmth flooded through my body from somwhere deep in my core. I wasn’t at all surprised that my body was reacting with arousal and excitement from my ‘predicament.’ After all, this in many ways was what I came looking for tonight.

I think he sensed that, too, because he called for his driver to ‘take us home,’ and sat back in his seat with a smug grin. “I also wonder,” he continued with a glint in his steely eyes, “if you’ll leave as satisfied as I will, now that you’ve found it.”

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Please go give @MenchiMenagerie  a visit over on his page and show him some love!  He’s definitely worthy of your kinky fun times commission budget!

Here’s a great example of one of our projects together: Testing, Just Encase

He’s a lot of fun to work with and his commission rates are very reasonable. Please go check out his DA page, give him some positive reinforcement, and consider working with him!

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 visits The Manor pt 3

Art by Jonut21

Image and more at WordPress link

Art by Jonut21 Go check out his page!

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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 and 2 first!

1. 2.

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The brand of chloroform the sisters used left me semi-awake and aware, but weak as a kitten. And not the sexy kind of cat-girl kitten. 

I could see, hear, feeleverything they were doing to me – but was helpless to do anything about it! 

It wasn’t my first undercover job that had gone sideways. Not even the first one this week! But by far this was the most bizarre with these odd looking twisted sisters and their creepy minions. I couldn’t imagine what they wanted with me or what they hoped to gain by detaining me.

“Gllllgh…” was all I managed to say in protest. My tongue felt thick and heavy.

“Well, that was rude,” the tall and slender sister clucked, making a sour-looking grimace.

“Shall we start off with deportment lessons then, Eloise?” the short stocky sister inquired.

“Why yes, Berta,” the tall slender sister replied. “It is quite obvious this wicked girl has much to learn in the way of manners and behavior. Let us move her to the fitting room first…I’m sure we can find more appropriate attire for her lessons.”

The sisters grasped my arms and upper body as my legs buckled beneath me. The greeblies eagerly grabbed my legs. Their small fingers clutched at my thighs – and high up between.

I was a little surprised at how strong the sisters were, but I was more distracted by feelings of helplessness and vulnerability. I felt like I was floating precariously, unable to balance for myself, dependent upon and submissive to their ability to hold me up and their will to do so.

The fitting room decor was much the same, with another odd framed image of a curly-haired girl in distress – a different girl this time – and was the picture moving? Was she trying to warn me?

Too late…would have helped before I was subdued and manhandled…or greeb-handled?

The quartet of villains set me on the floor and began to peel off my clothing. My skirt went first, with the greeblies grunting and squealing as they tugged the stretchy fabric over my hips.

‘C’mon, guys, it isn’t that tight…’ I mumbled to myself. Ok maybe a little snug in the hips. And rear.

The sisters took turns, one holding my upper body while the other stripped off my jacket and blouse. “Shamefully suggestive blouse,” Eloise murmured as she undid the buttons. “Shameful.”

“A miracle those buttons held,” added Berta. “That’s a lot to ask of a bit of thread and plastic.”

Now their motivation seemed more clear. I looked at the Victorian decor of The Manor, and the old-fashioned clothing the sisters wore. It explained why they looked at me and my attire so disdainfully. Still – they didn’t have to be mean about it!

“Aay!…’ahtsh ‘eeen…” I slurred in protest. Thankfully I’d worn a fairly respectable bra and panty set today. They even matched. And they were from a relatively clean pile on my bedroom floor.

“It seems our guest has an opinion to voice, Eloise,” the sister holding me sneered. “Perhaps we should silence her before she says something she will regret.”

“Yes, yes, in due time, dear sister,” Eloise replied. “But one step at a time.” She produced a thick leather collar with a silver plate and heavy steel ring on its front. She looked me in the eyes.

“Our dear friend Countessa tells us if we put a collar on you, Agent Katie,” she continued, placing the cool leather band against my throat, “like magic, you will become docile as a lamb.”

Countessa?? Before I could suppress my reactions, my eyes flew wide and I gave a little whine. Partially because I hadn’t seen a connection to the sisters before…but mostly because there was ‘some’ truth in her advice! Okay, pretty much total truth…

“Goodness, is that true?” Berta exclaimed, leaning around so she could see my expression. 

“We should have our dear agent confirm that,” Eloise said, pursing her lips and raising her eyebrows. “Do you have a proper response to that, agent?”

I could feel myself beginning to regain some movement and balance. I knew it would be only a matter of time before I could find an opportunity to escape. Better to play along for now. I knew what she wanted to hear, so I humored her. “Yesh, histressh,” I mumbled submissively.

“Oh, that Countessa is so wise!” Berta exclaimed, nodding excitedly. 

Eloise stared at me skeptically. “We should proceed with the restraints before she recovers.”

“Yes, yes!” Berta agreed. “And gag her before she can complain!”

The wide panel gag that Eloise produced had a thick plug mounted on it. I tried to clench my teeth, but the sisters pinched my nose and squeezed my cheeks until they could work it into my mouth. Double straps around the back of my head contoured the panel to my face in a snug fit.

“Belts!” Cried the Greeblies in unison, holding wide strips of leather that matched the collar.

Berta rolled me over on my front while Eloise drew my arms behind me. Still unable to resist, I could only whimper in dismay as Eloise held my hands together, and her sister wrapped one of the belts around my wrists, cinching it down tight.

At my feet, one of the Greeblies put a belt around my ankles while the other sat on my thighs.

Then they worked together to lift me off the floor and stand me on my feet. The sisters again grabbed my arms and upper body while the Greeblies helped get my toes and heels under me.

Yeah, that’s right…the pervs stripped me but left my heels on. I flashed them an indignant look and growled against the panel gag and its invading plug. This situation was still a little too odd to be sexy arousing to me. But I suppose it had potential…

Eloise held me upright and the Greeblies held my legs to help me balance while Berta took a rope from the ceiling and attached it to the belt around my wrists. They were beginning to keep me more secured and my chances of an escape – once I could move –  were fading.

“Can you handle her now, dear sister, while I go pick out an appropriate outfit?” Eloise asked.

“Of course, dear sister,” Berta replied enthusiastically, taking another long belt from the Greebs. This one she wrapped around my midsection and over my arms, pinning them to my body.

One of the Greeblies glanced over his shoulder and waved ‘bye’ at me as he followed Eloise out of the room. “More belt!” the other little minion chirped.  I shot him a dirty look and he giggled.

“Of course, Dearie,” Berta told the happy little guy. “More belts. Keep them coming.” She wrapped the next one just above my knees and lashed my lower thighs together.

Berta hummed happily as she pulled the belts as tightly as she could. Her thick fingers prodded and pinched at my flesh while she positioned the leather straps ‘just right.’ She wasn’t shy about letting her hands brush against more sensitive bits, either, but it was still more creepy than sexy.

“Belt!” the Greeblie chortled again, offering Berta another strap. “Belt!”

Berta tucked the upper edge of the belt under my breasts, sliding it back and forth against my bra to work it into my under-boob. That strap also went over my upper arms, further pinching them against my upper body and virtually immobilizing my limbs behind me. 

Now my chances were really dim, and I knew it. I wasn’t getting out of these straps without some help. I wriggled my shoulders back and forth, and found I couldn’t even lift my wrists away from my rear. The only thing I accomplished was wobbling my breasts back and forth.

“Don’t waste energy, dear agent,” Berta chuckled. “When Berta binds a girl, she stays bound.”

The giggles from her helper minion told me that he appreciated the sight of my writhing, even if Berta wasn’t amused. “Belt!” he cried, thrusting another at her. I shook my head ‘no’ vigorously.

“Of course, of course!” Berta grinned. “Always room for one more.” She took another from the little villain and wrapped it around my upper thighs, just below my hips. Just as she had worked a belt under my breasts, this one she began to edge up under the curve of my butt cheeks. 

Yeah, there’s a little overhang there below my ass. What can I say, I’m a curvy girl.

Just as Berta was cinching that belt tight – and her helper was already offering yet another belt – Elioise came back with the other of the Greeblies. 

She was holding a little blue dress…a VERY little blue dress. One that would barely cover my torso and waist, much less provide any coverage over my hips and ass. And I don’t know how they expected the bustline to contain my chest – not even if they poured me into it!

It was feminine and frilly – just like the pink one the curly-haired girl in the picture was wearing. It had a blue ribbon sash around what passed for a waistline, tied off with a big bow in back. Eloise grinned as she held up a matching blue hair ribbon. 

“Nnnnnuhh hrrricc-enn ‘ayy,” I protested through the gag. They couldn’t be serious, wanting to dress me in that. I’d look like some kind of dress-up doll ready for a tea party!

I felt a cool hand on my thigh, and looked down to see one of the Greeblies with his hand on my leg. He held up a frilly pair of panties with a happy grin on his face. He stroked his hand up and down the back of my thigh. “Girl smooth…”

“Nnnnnngh!” I growled at him, trying in vain to nudge his hand away. “Hhhhop ‘at!”

“Yes, quite smooth!” Berta agreed. “What do you think?” she asked the other of the Greeblies. “Is our visitor ready to be dressed up for her lessons, or shall we wait and let her struggle in her bondage a little first?”

“More belt!” He chirped.

“Of course,” Berta said, looking me over thoughtfully. “I think we can manage one more belt.”

“Hrrrrrrrrrgh!” I murmured in dismay. These sisters and their little cretin helpers weren’t just odd or eccentric…they were bat-shit crazy, and I could only imagine what twisted plans they had for me!

~~~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.

For Athens!

Artwork by DxC2005

“For Athens!” 

Deena screamed as she leapt over the bow of the ship.

Tension among the crew had been palpable as the two ships closed in on each other.

Deena and Aura stood calm and resolute at the bow to be an example for their soldiers.

They could sense the unease in the ranks. They trusted their soldiers to never falter, never back down…

…but in this skirmish, they could take no chances.

Before any of them could lose their nerve, Deena leapt into action!

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This amazing art is by my friend and collaborator @Dxc2005 

Please go check out his work and all his other beautiful fighters.

And check out his feature length stories on his gumroad, too.

dxc.gumroad.com/

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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! 

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.

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Kar-Vie in Eva’s Dungeon – QB Tuesday #32

Artwork by ArtOfVenus

“What do you think Mistress Eva is going to do with us?” Evie wondered aloud. “Do you think she meant it when she said she was going to flog us? And what about when she said ‘torment our bodies day and night,’ too?”

“Evie,” Kara responded in disbelief. “Are you actually…excited about this?”

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I’m sure all you creative kinksters out there can come up with an even BETTER caption than that!

SHOW ME! Add your caption in the comments below and I’ll give a shoutout to my favorites on the next post!

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Today’s post is the 32nd of a series, “Quick Bites Tuesday.”

Credit to @CallMePlisskin for the original idea for the series and helping to ensure:

2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!

122 days – 1/3 of a year – of consecutive posts!

MASSIVE thank you to my artist partners who have collaborated with me on this series!!

I’m very grateful to you.  #Gratitude2023

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There were a few really good quotes last week, but here’s my favorite from @vrobx1 

“This is what happens to people who ignore our warning about their car warranty expiring.”

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If you enjoyed this kinky sexy fun times image, go give ArtOfVenus a look on his DA page or other links, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Patreon and/or SubscribeStar.

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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Down Goes Deena!

Artwork by DxC2005

Deena came so close to the title, but fell one match short in @Dxc2005 ‘s latest melee fighting tournament.

AND I partnered with him to write the narration of the play-by-play: 40 images and 32 pages!

The text below is for page 26-28 of the final PDF. Go follow his page to see the rest, and see if Deena can get the win!

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Thinking Camilia had left her an opening, the smaller blonde fighter leaned in aggressively again. She tightened her abs, pivoted her hips, and launched what could have been a knockout blow toward Camilia’s chin.

Camilia, the more experienced fighter, was ready for the move and threw up her left, deflecting the force of Deena’s punch to the outside. At the same time, she drew back her right to put more momentum into a counterattack.

By putting all her leverage into the strike with her right glove, Deena had dropped her left and over-extended herself. She had left herself open to an attack from Camilia, and she realized it far too late.

Camilia didn’t hesitate to take advantage. She stepped forward and threw her right directly forward into Deena’s chin and connected solidly, popping Deena’s head directly back and standing her up straight.

To her credit, Deena didn’t fall back – but doing so might have given her a second to recover.

Instead, standing straight up with her gloves dropping low gave Camilia the perfect opportunity for a finishing blow. The powerful fighter swung clockwise and brought her left around with a crushing blow to the lithe blonde’s face, connecting solidly with the sweet spot of her glove.

Seeing the incoming pink blur of Camilia’s glove far too late to react, Deena’s head snapped to her left and her shoulders followed, the force of the blow carrying her upper body to her left past her center of gravity. 

The strike rattled her to the point of vertigo, so her leg simply went limp beneath her, and she crumpled toward the floor.

Deena caught herself with her left forearm to avoid crashing into Zoey and Jessica. She rolled to her back, landing heavily enough to wind her, and hard enough to cause the floating platform to rock on the water.

Dazed but not knocked out, she tried to brace her back against the platform and mount a recovery.

Camilia, however, was not about to show any mercy, not with the win on the line and the title within her reach.

She’d followed Deena all the way down to the platform surface, dropping to her knees straddled across Deena’s torso, and sat heavily on Deena’s tummy, not allowing her to draw in the slightest breath.

She paused to look Deena in the eye with her gloves raised. “I doubt you’d stay down if I told you to, would you?” she taunted. “You wanna concede and save yourself a concussion?”

“Never,” Deena spat, an angry glare in her eye.

“That makes me so happy,” Camilia laughed. “Say goodnight.”

The gloating woman in the bright pink kit finished Deena off with the same crushing left that she used to knock her down. Deena’s head bounced off the platform’s surface with a dull thud, and her eyes glazed over.

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Please go check out his work and find out how Deena fares in the finale!

And check out his feature length stories on his gumroad, too!

dxc.gumroad.com/

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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! 

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.

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Crop of Curvy Agent Katie

Art by vrobx1

Image and more at WordPress link

Art by vrobx1 Go check out his page!

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My friend @vrobx1 has really taken off on building up and developing a facet of the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. world.

He’s created a couple gorgeous and sexy new characters, notably Junior Agent Blair Morris and her girlfriend Julia, starring in ‘Crazy For You.’

He’s also started his own Agent Katie story, with a new junior agent Lyana trying to rescue her in ‘The Search: Lyana’s Nightmares.’

And he created this ultra-voluptuous Agent Katie version that he’s threatening to let Miss Hatch have some fun with. See the full extra-curvy version here:

Go give @vrobx1 a look and enjoy all his great art, but stick around and READ the stories, too!  You’ll be glad you did.

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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!

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