Today is the ninth in a new series where I’ll feature images from one of my artist friends.
Today’s spotlight is on @samsa23 , a skilled and creative writer who also is an accomplished 3D artist.
I first read some of his work when he wrote an Agent Katie story to go along with one of my #QBTuesday posts:
Follow the links above to his Agent Katie story.
Then, I discovered a series of his that he wrote, that I really loved, ‘Homecoming,’ featuring his very pretty blonde OC, Alice:
She also stars in a few other series he wrote, notably ‘Reunion.’
When I asked @samsa23 about some of his favorite artwork of his own, he wanted to share the ‘Song of the Jailbird’ image above, found here:
And ‘Rey’s Angel Training,’ found here:
His writing is very details with great imagery and he keeps the pace moving…PLEASE go check out his work and show him some love!
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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.
“If to cross this bridge, thy desire be,” intoned the glowing orb, “answer thee, my questions three!“
Deena’s travels were interrupted by a luminous sphere floating above a bridge. It guarded the only crossing of the great lava flow for miles in either direction, and Deena had neither the time not the patience for the delay.
“I care not whether you are demon or mage,” she replied, unsheathing her sword. “I have no time for silly games. You will yield.”
“My questions, you will find, are simple and fair.” The orb pulsed and shimmered as it ‘spoke.’ “Even for one such as you, graced with blonde hair.”
“Hey now, watch yourself,” Deena warned with a scowl. “Fine. Ask away…but may we dispense with the annoying rhyming?”
“Fine,” the orb replied with a huff. “First, what is your name, by what are you known?”
“I am Deena, former Captain of the Guard,” she offered. Then with a snort, she added, “and, I suppose, Usurper of the Realm.”
“A fine name indeed, by those you know best. Where does your path lead, what is your quest?”
“I warned you about the rhyming,” Deena sneered, clearly irritated by now. “My quest? I don’t know…go on a raid, hopefully get paid, maybe get laid.”
“Charming,” the orb scoffed. “An easy one, for you then. What is your favorite color?”
“Favorite color?” she replied in surprise. “Umm…gold? Red? Wait…no, blue!”
“A pity,” the orb mused. “Due to that pause, you’ll fail in your cause.”
Deena found herself levitated in the air, swinging her arms helplessly, as the orb forced her over the edge of the bridge. “Wait!! You didn’t ask if that was my final answer!”
“Such rules are unneeded, excepting a game show.” The orb’s voice was actually chuckling now. “My warning unheeded, into the lava you go!”
“STOPPP!” she screamed as she fell. “I can’t take any more rhyming!!!!”
“If your desire to Usurp the Realm is insistent,” the voice of the orb called out. “Perhaps you should first become flame resistant!”
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Unfortunately for Deena, ‘the orb’ tolerated neither indecisiveness nor impatience…so into the lava flow, she had to go.
The above is the result of a fun little game my friend @Dxc2005 initiated – answer three questions and cross the bridge; fail, and be tossed into the lava. Huge thanks to him for including Deena in his fun game. And credit also to Sabrina “Sabasha” for that great ‘fire resistant’ line!
Go check @Dxc2005 out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and 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! 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.
Determined to track down the mysterious (and kinky) Greeblies, Agent Katie checks into The Manor to investigate the connection between the ‘Sinister Sisters & Assistants’ d/b/a ‘The Manor,’ and ‘Jonut 21, LLC.’
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I didn’t set out to investigate Jonut21, and certainly not the Sinister Sisters of the Manor.
But a good agent is a curious agent, and a good agent follows the clues that their curiosity uncovers. And my curiosity has never let me down before! Or almost never. Well, perhaps occasionally it got me into a little trouble. And a little bondage. Or discipline and submission.
So win-win, really!
You know that saying, ‘curiosity killed the cat?’ Well, for me it’s more like ‘curiosity compromised the Katie.’
So anyway…after another particularly rigorous ‘kinky sexy fun time’ in the hands of the Greeblies, (and also a couple goblins and a horny toad), my curiosity demanded that I trace those little creatures back to their origins (and not at all because I thought maaaybe I might end up in their clutches again).
And though the kinky little creeps were insidious chaotic creatures of mischief, they also had to answer to somebody…but to whom? If I could identify who they worked for, I could totally avoid running into them accidentally on purpose.
Before hitting the field work, I did some computer-assisted digging. And no, that’s not a euphemism for surfing kinky websites (though I totally did that, too). Wouldn’t you know, there were random references to ‘Greeblies’ here and there. Indexing and cross-referencing the mentions brought up a rather strange related reference: “SS&A, d/b/a The Manor.”
‘The Manor.’ Where had I heard that before? Oh yes…it was a common thread in some unusual behavior among some of the female personalities of DA. Several well-known personalities such as @Chickfighter , @CalamityConcepts , @Lady-Distracto , and even the Colt Sisters had all disappeared for a couple days before their eventual return.
When asked where they’d been, they would reply ‘The Manor,’ often with a blush on their cheeks and a faraway look in their eyes. When pressured for details, answers varied from ‘none of your business,’ to ‘it’s personal,’ to ‘due to an NDA and advice of counsel, I can’t say more.’
This new information revved up my curiosity. I needed to learn more for myself. A little more digging revealed that ‘SS&A’ referred to ‘Sinister Sisters & Assistants, who were the proprietors of an exclusive boutique hotel listed as – wouldn’t you know it – ‘The Manor.’
That alone would have been plenty to go on, but one further nugget of information sealed my curiosity tighter than a thick leather collar with a locking buckle on a six foot lead. ‘SS&A’ was a subsidiary of ‘Jonut21 LLC.’ His status as a villain – albeit a quite pleasant, generous and handsome one – wrapped up all the other connections into a tight little constrictor knot.
(you’ll have to pardon all my bdsm metaphors, I always get a little wound up before field work).
Anywhoo, the website for ‘The Manor’ showed a perfectly normal looking little Victorian house converted into a cute boutique B&B (I’m fairly certain B&G was a typo on their site). There were various special packages offered, from spa treatments to wardrobe consultations to etiquette and deportment training, to an intriguing offering called ‘dinner and a show-off.’
I wasn’t sure what to choose, so I selected the ‘Surprise Me Combo’ and booked a two night stay in ‘The Red Room.’ It was a curious name for a B&B room, which usually had names like ‘the lilac room’ and such, but the listing said it featured ‘the most unique furniture you’ve ever seen!’ so I just had to check it out.
I cleared my appointments for the long holiday weekend, set up my email and voicemail to be auto-forwarded to Junior Agent Blair Morris, and headed out for some investigating! I was determined to be the bottom, I mean, get to the bottom of this mystery!
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As expected, The Manor appeared to be a perfectly normal little Victorian B&B. It was neat, tidy, and well maintained – although a bit dated looking. Upon stepping inside, I got that curious sense of a place being much larger on the inside than it appears on the outside.
The Sisters were warm and welcoming, if a bit odd and eccentric looking. They definitely needed to get out in the sun a bit more! And they had such a curious way of speaking; their word choices always seemed a bit off, much like the typos on their website such as ‘B&G’ instead of ‘B&B.’
For example, they said, ‘let’s get you checked out,’ instead of ‘checked in.’ They ushered me into a parlor for registration, which they referred to as the ‘induction room.’ They also told me not to worry about my luggage, their ‘trans-porters’ would ‘manhandle’ it for me.
I didn’t get a good look at the porters; they were small and quick – they must have been the nieces or nephews of the proprietresses. The sisters assured me that their ‘little helpers’ would be right back with some ‘welcoming accessories.’ I assumed they meant ‘amenities.’
“We’re so pleased you’ve come to investigateThe Manor, lovely Miss Katie.” The tall slender sister spoke in a precise, clipped tone. Despite her kind words, she looked disapprovingly at my typical outfit of tailored jacket and blouse over black skirt. “That is quite snug and revealing apparel you wear.”
“Uh…this? This is just my work uniform?” I tried in vain to cover my surprise at her choice of words. “Well, um…yes, I’ve been eager to ‘check out’ your lovely establishment. I uh…am looking forward to some rest and pampering this holiday weekend!”
“Oh yes, yes!” the other sister gushed. The shorter and more heavy-set sister circled closer around me, also seeming to be checking out my appearance. “We’re delighted you chose our most comprehensive package. Rest assured, we won’t hold anything back to make sure you get the full experience you deserve!”
Both sisters edged closer to me. I became a little uneasy as they started to move behind me, but I wasn’t really alarmed until I felt the taller sister’s surprisingly strong grip on my upper arms.
“Uh…wait…what’s…what are you doing?” I stammered. I had a bad feeling about this. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the two porters return – they were Greeblies, with eager grins on their faces – and carrying restraints!
“Relax, Miss Katie,” the slender sister ordered in a firm tone. “You said in your request that you wanted to ‘let go’ and give yourself over to The Manor, and you shall – we shall give you the VIP treatment, as it were.”
“Yes, yes!” the shorter sister enthused. “Just relax and let us take good care of you!”
~~~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.
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.
The twenty combatants stood in a circle, enshrouded in darkness.
Dancing flames in cauldrons marked the corners of the platform on which they stood. The luminescence of their lingerie and fighting mitts gave off the only other light, casting a soft glow over toned bodies and soft flesh.
One by one the women had been delivered to this platform in the middle of the lake, hooded until the moment all were in position, preserving the element of surprise. Many could have guessed at some of the names on the roster, but none could have predicted them all.
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My friend @Dxc2005 has kicked off another melee fighting tournament, and this time, not only has he invited my OC Deena (and her killer abs) to participate, I’m partnering with him to write the narration of the play-by-play.
The text above is for page 1. See the beginning of the entire series here:
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.
Kara and Evie go on a quick quest to rid the realm of a troublesome troll.
But how do two beautiful blonde warrior women trick a troll out of his den in daytime?
C’mon…it’s Kar-Vie…how do you think they’re going to do it???
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“Kara!” Evie exclaimed, giving her a big grin and another thumbs up. “You did awesome! I’m so proud of you! You improvised just great in an unpredictable situation! You…”
“You seriously didn’t anticipate anything like this?” Kara scowled at Evie and tugged at the rope binding her wrists again. “Or maybe think that we could have started a little closer to sunrise?”
Evie could now see that Kara’s body was still mounted atop the troll’s rock hard – literally, rock hard!– cock, while her legs dangled uselessly in midair. One of her thighs still rested in the troll’s right hand, while his other hand still circled around her wrists.
She would be utterly unable to pull herself off of his solid stone member without some help.
“Oooh…that looks…ouch…” Evie stammered, grimacing. “Hang on, I’ll grab lube from my kit.”
“Figures you keep lube in your pack,” Kara sneered. “I could’ve used that thirty minutes ago.”
“Oh? You wanna try getting free without lube now?” Evie retorted.
Kara shot her another death-glare. “GET…ME…DOWN…NOW!!!”
~~~fin~~~
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And so we come to the end of another kinky sexy fun Kar-Vie collaboration with @ArtofVenus
11 page story with 13 images, censored on DA.
If you don’t want to wait, the complete PDF in uncensored 4K HD available now at: katied.gumroad.com/l/uepwk
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.
REALLY love this image of Quinn by @WarewolfBarMitzvah as a badass ready to fight.
Though her ‘love-story’ story arc with Rudy has come to an end, I promise you’ll see Quinn again! She’s just far too sexy and fun to work with to let sit idle for long.
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Sunday Artist Spotlight Series #8 – @WarewolfBarMitzvah
How about some SASS for your Sunday?
(Yeah, you know me…always bringing the SASS!)
Today is the eighth in a new series where I’ll feature images from one of my artist friends.
Today’s spotlight is on @WarewolfBarMitzvah , a skilled and creative 3D artist who dabbles in a wide range of subjects.
His DA page is only a small fraction of his work due to the need for censorship; he is active on Twitter, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Pixiv and/or SubscribeStar.
He’s also someone I’m proud to call an ally and friend, and a damn fine human being!
We met on the Discord server of @ArtofVenus and then on his own server; his use of funny and funky creatures accosting sexy damsels appealed to me, as did a couple of his ‘collector’ style series with nosy neighbor ladies getting a come-uppance.
He is a great storyteller as well as an artist, and he invests time and energy in the pre-vore peril in his stories that also appeals to me. Though vore is a primary purpose for his artwork, and I prefer to focus on the pre-vore drama and bondage, we were able to partner on several different projects together.
Early on we created Lysette as a somewhat disposable character; however I didn’t want to lose her, so my plan was for Lysette to perish and respawn regularly in her quest to defeat the pervy wizard Devirod. Lysette: Devirod’s Cube 1 (art by WarewolfBM)
I still have another ‘back burner’ project for Lysette tormented by an orc in Devirod’s dungeon.
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.
The twenty combatants stood in a circle, enshrouded in darkness.
Dancing flames in cauldrons marked the corners of the platform on which they stood. The luminescence of their lingerie and fighting mitts gave off the only other light, casting a soft glow over toned bodies and soft flesh.
One by one the women had been delivered to this platform in the middle of the lake, hooded until the moment all were in position, preserving the element of surprise. Many could have guessed at some of the names on the roster, but none could have predicted them all.
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My friend Dxc2005 is kicking off another melee fighting tournament soon, and this time, not only has he invited my OC Deena (and her killer abs) to participate, I’m partnering with him to write the narration of the play-by-play.
Go see the full image on his DA page here, as well as four more images showing the full lineup:
In this image you can also see Sylvie ( MissSylvie ) to Deena’s right and Jessica to her left; in the full image you can also see Aura (Aurasynth) in green and my friend Zoey – ( Zoeyfemmefatale ) in white.
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.
Quinn is a beautiful statuesque blonde who is captured by a trio of goblins while out jogging. Taken back to their lair, she runs afoul of their cranky old goblin boss Rudy, who has a deep-seated resentment for humans in general – and humie girls in particular!
Over the course of their story, Quinn becomes dependent upon Rudy for her own survival, and Rudy grudgingly accepts his role as her Master.
But is their love doomed to fail? Or will they, perhaps have a happy ending??
Shout out to WareWolfBarmitzvah for the amazing community he’s built on his discord server. Everyone there is awesome about coaching and mentoring in a really collaborative environment where egos are put aside, art is freely shared, and feedback is welcomed.
Distracting Blondes distracted! Katie and Susan found out why the guards were letting them go – when they fell into an inescapable glowing green slime pit!
Our story thus far:
Agent Katie investigated the Catsuit Crew and tried to rescue her former recruit – who had been brainwashed by the Crew. She was captured and taken by Countessa of I-PRUDE to the ‘mind-molder.’ After reconditioning and other kinky sexy fun torments, she was presented with a test of obedience and ordered to torture another Agent of S.P.A.N.K. Susan Chambers. She resisted her conditioning and Katie and Susan escaped…or did they??
Not essential, but I recommend checking out parts 1-7 first:
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7.
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‘oh fuck, why didn’t I see this coming?’
I pivoted and braced for impact as best I could, protecting my head, while the glowing green floor rushed up at us. We landed with more of a ‘splurp’ than a ‘splat,’ though…and the impact didn’t hurt at all.
Which is not to say it wasn’t disconcerting…the green slime that arrested our fall was viscous and warm to the touch, and kept us buoyant above its surface.
“Ewwww!” I cried out involuntarily. “It’s gross! It’s in my hair!”
“Yeah, your hair, Katie…” Susan snorted at me. “Always focusing on the most important details.”
We both ‘swam’ in the thick goo, trying to right ourselves and keep our faces clear of it. The slime yielded to some movements, while resisting others – as if it was deciding when to hold us firmly and how much freedom to allow.
I realized then that it was moving along with us – grasping, gripping, caressing, groping, probing…we were being felt up by a living creature!!
That’s when I started to feel the tendrils creeping up the bits of my flesh that weren’t already submerged within it.
“OWW! You fucker!” Susan blurted out. “Fucker pinched my nipple!” she explained through gritted teeth.
A panel in the high sheer wall of the pit opened above us and a familiar face appeared, wearing a delighted smirk.
“Surely even you ditzy blondes didn’t think escape was going to be that easy, did you?” Countessa sneered down at us.
“You know,” I replied evenly, “For a second there, yeah, I kinda did.” I kept my eye on her while trying to brush the tendrils off my chest.
“Silly Katie,” Countessa snickered. “Really? Ripping off Tarantino? You’re better than that.”
“Actually, I don’t think she is,” Susan shot back. “What do you want, Countessa? You gonna let your little slime creature dissolve us or something?”
“I could, I suppose…” Countessa said slowly, tilting her head to one side as if seriously considering it. “But I think you two still have some use to me. All you have to do is beg me to call off my pet and get you out of there.”
“Fuck you,” Susan retorted while peeling off a tendril that was squeezing her breast. “And the whores you rode uhh…nfff…” Susan’s voice cut off as she stiffened.
At the same moment, I felt something firm probing between my legs, oozing under the gusset of my thong, and then solidifying again as it delved into me.
“Ahh, I sense that my pet is becoming more intimate with you now,” Countessa replied in her cool, confident tone. “Imagine what it will feel like to be dissolved from the inside out…after my pet screws you senseless, that is…”
I grimaced, trying to ignore the mounting assault by the creature. While I was distracted by the invader expanding inside me, the tendrils had spread over my chest, compressing my breasts and tugging at my nipples, and beginning to slither up my neck. Another invader poked between my ass cheeks, while the one already inside me began to grow uncomfortably large – and began to heat up in pulsing waves.
A glance at Susan told me she was faring no better. It was time to make a decision – succumb now, or live to resist whatever torment Countessa planned next.
I just didn’t want to be the weak one, and so I watched Susan’s expression. I saw the capitulation in her angry eyes a moment later, just before a tendril cleaved her mouth open and began to slither inside.
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Our intrepid (and sexy AF) agents are conditioned to resist…but will they accept Countessa’s offer of relief??
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.
And hey – this ain’t over yet – look for part 9 soon!
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