Victory Lap!

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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!

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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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Captive Quinn #6

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OH POOR QUINN…it just keeps getting worse for her…goblin bruvs Joe and John keep tormenting their pet, and the big boss Rudy STILL won’t touch her!

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DISCLAIMERS: First off, I love Ryan Reynolds and I’m sure he’d totally laugh with me about this while I pretty much did anything he asked me to. BUT his ‘Welcome to Wrexham’ series is such a blatant self-promoting tax-dump farce…

…almost as much of a farce as English Men’s professional football. I’ve never seen a bigger bunch of whining floppers!!! And don’t get me started on their fans…

Note I said MEN’S football. English Women’s football I have total respect for, as well as ANY women’s soccer team. They work so much harder for a fraction of the pay, and when they get hit, they get up, wipe off the blood, and keep playing. #playlikeagirl

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In part 1, our lovely lady jogger, who I’ve since named Quinn, was accosted by a giant wurm and a trio of desert goblins.

In part 2, Quinn agreed to go with the goblins if they protected her from the wurm, and they ‘led’ her back to their lair.

In parts 3 and 4, Quinn became the plaything of the goblin minions…but disturbed the ‘re-lax-ashun’ time of ‘Rudy’ their leader.

In parts 5 and 6, she ‘serves’ as Rudy’s footstool…but he’s still irritated with her.

Part 1: Walk Without Rhythm

Part 2: Walk Without Rhythm 2

Part 3: Captive Quinn #3

Part 4: Captive Quinn #4

Part 5: Captive Quinn #5

Will Quinn be able to stay still enough for Rudy the boss to relax?

Or will she continue to irritate him by interrupting his shows?
‘Rudy’ is an OC of @WarewolfBarMitzvah

I promise you’ll see more of Quinn soon.

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If you enjoyed, go give WareWolfBarmitzvah a look on his DA page or Twitter, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Pixiv and/or SubscribeStar.

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Up, Up and Away!

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

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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

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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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Bedroom Ambush

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

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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??

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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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Raid on the Casino Royale

Art by Alucard

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Follow up to this post: and this post and this post:

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The more Agent Katie learned about her great aunt, one of the founders and original Agents of S.P.A.N.K., the more impressed she was! She read about how her aunt took down a nefarious Casino Boss:

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“Come on, boys! He’s in the penthouse! Let’s take down this slimeball!” Agent Kate called out to the tactical team behind her. “I’ve been undercover, cozying up as his gal for a month and I can’t stand being around him one more moment!”

“Uhhh…Agent…aren’t you forgetting something?” the squad leader asked.

“The warrant? Nope, got it right here, tucked in my bra.”

“No, it’s not that…it’s…”

“The key for the penthouse elevator? Nope, it’s tucked in my other cup.”

“Agent…it’s just that…”

“Spit it out man! What is it?”

“You…you didn’t put on underwear…we can see your…”

“Oh, haha, yeah. My, uh, underwear is in the penthouse too. I wanna get that back.”

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Agent Katie Beach Kidnap

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Agent Katie was dozing on the beach in the warm sun, her iPad laying across her abs where it dropped when she nodded off. She was startled when her phone began buzzing somewhere in her beach chair. She sat up and it slid between her legs just as it buzzed again.

“Ohhh, fuuuu….” she moaned. She’d been having a saucy dream and the vibrating phone didn’t do anything to clear it from her head. She composed herself as best she could and answered it.

Of course it was her partner, Susan, calling in for a status check. ‘I told you I’d text if I anything changed, dammit…’ she muttered. ‘Stop calling my phone, I don’t use it for that!’

“Hey Susan.”

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“Nope, absolutely nothing going on here. Are you absolutely certain those reports are legit? Seriously, Froglins kidnapping spring breakers right off the beach? Are you sure those girls aren’t just making it up to cover for the fact they hooked up with some college studs last night?”

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“Yeah, I know we need to take it seriously. It’s just that I’ve been sitting on this beach for two days straight now and I haven’t seen a thing. And I’m bored! After you drop Sabrina at her modeling gig, put your suit on and get down here. I’ll buy you a tropical drink.”

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“No, I’m not just laying around drinking and reading!” Agent Katie raised her glass in the direction of a cabana boy to order another vodka-blueberry-lemonade. ‘I’ve been sleeping, too.’

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“Don’t lecture me on situational awareness! You’re the one who got captured by those alligator poachers, not me. And I’m sure Yasmine is totally on point while she’s lounging on that yacht. Going undercover as a fetish model? Please. They’re probably doing shots off her toned ass.”

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“Fine! I’ll focus, I promise. But seriously, come down and hang out with me for a bit. This cabana boy is some mighty nice eye candy…”

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‘Sigh.’ “Yes, I’ll stay alert. I promise.”

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Agent Katie clicked off her phone and set it on the table beside her. After a moment’s thought, she let it slide back down between her legs in the chair again. ‘Susan’s going to call back sooner or later.’

She accepted the proffered drink from the handsome cabana boy and gave him a wink. He grinned widely and didn’t even try to disguise the slow once-over he gave her.

Agent Katie picked up her iPad again.‘Crud, what page was I on? I got suntan lotion all over the screen. Forget it. I’m going to sneak in another quick snooze before Susan gets here.’

Soon she was drifting off again, and her dream seemed to pick up where it left off – except the other characters in her dream had changed. “Froglins…” she murmured. “What the hell are you doing here?”

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“Did you hear that?” whispered the bigger froglin dressed all in black. “How did she know we’re here? I have been as stealthy as the wind.”

“For starters, because you’re in a full ninja outfit on a sunny beach,” muttered his smaller partner wearing only swim trunks. “And we’re in Florida, the wind isn’t exactly stealthy here!”

“False!” hissed the ninja froglin. “I am one with the shadows.”

The other smacked his forehead. “We’re on a beach…in broad daylight…there ARE no shadows!” He shook his head. “Whatever, she’s on to us, we gotta take her now.”

“I go high, you go low,” the ninja froglin hissed. “You got to tie up the boobs last time.”

“Works for me,” his partner chuckled. “I’m more of a foot guy anyway.”

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There’s a little teaser scene for the future series of the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. in a tropical paradise. Well, actually, Florida. But the artwork will make it LOOK like paradise.

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Captured Quinn #5

Artwork by WareWolfBarmitzvah

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OH POOR QUINN…Is it more humiliating for the ugly boss to touch you…

…or for him to not WANT to touch you?

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In part 1, our lovely lady jogger, who I’ve since named Quinn, was accosted by a giant wurm and a trio of desert goblins.

In part 2, Quinn agreed to go with the goblins if they protected her from the wurm, and they ‘led’ her back to their lair.

In parts 3 and 4, Quinn became the plaything of the goblin minions…but disturbed the ‘re-lax-ashun’ time of ‘Rudy’ their leader.

Part 1: Walk Without Rhythm

Part 2: Walk Without Rhythm 2

Part 3: Captive Quinn #3

Part 4: Captured Quinn #4

Will Quinn be able to stay still enough for Rudy the boss to relax?

Or will she continue to irritate him by interrupting his shows?
‘Rudy’ is an OC of @WarewolfBarMitzvah

I promise you’ll see more of Quinn soon.

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K8erella, Cosmic Crusader

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Wow…last week we learned that the origins of the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. trace back to the 1930s.

Now we learn that the intrepid agents will be keeping the Kinky Sexy Fun Times going well into the future!

Not sure if this is a Recruiting Poster, a Book Cover, or a Movie Promo…whatever it is, sign me up!

How about you, Kinksters? Want to see more of K8erella?

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Elle’s Discovery, pt4

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Part 4 of 4 of the latest collaboration between @MenchiMenagerie and me.

This follows on from Part 1 and Part 2 and Part 3

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Almost immediately after Laressa released Elle from her captivity in the cavern, Elle returned to work with a renewed enthusiasm. As Director of Research and Development at the Codex Cryptae labs, she had been supervising several experiments with Laressa’s special silk.

Once she understood Laressa’s production secrets, her mind began spinning with ideas for new applications – for both the material and the creatures who produced it. She’d already made some exciting progress in her latest research, and was eager to share it with Laressa.

Laressa took a seat across from Elle in her office. “I trust that my little helpers are behaving themselves? And that you are learning much from them with your experiments?”

“Absolutely,” Elle replied with a grin. “I would like to think they are learning as much from the trials as I am. Their skills and decision-making seem to be improving rapidly.”

“Excellent!” Laressa tented her fingers and sat back. “The ones I assigned to help with your experiments are juveniles. I was hoping you’d be able to assist in their development.”

“Using juvenile spiders added an interesting facet to testing,” Elle replied. “They performed well, but they lacked initiative and seemed disinterested in the experiments themselves.”

“I’ve witnessed that myself,” Laressa agreed. They have no patience for tedious work.”

“Ahh, but then I had an idea: I gave them the opportunity to hunt and compete, and…well, now not only are they energetic and industrious, they are also quite…enthusiastic about the experiments.” Elle winked. “They’ve actually been going non-stop for several hours now.”

“Oh? What exactly do you have them doing?” Laressa asked, her curiosity piqued.

Elle’s grin widened. “Well, do you remember challenging me to choose some consequences for Evie that would be meaningful and lasting, and relevant to the distress she led me into?”

Now it was Laressa’s turn to smile broadly. “I vaguely remember giving you that advice…in between making you cum repeatedly. While you faced your own consequences.”

Elle blushed and shifted in her seat. “Yes. Well…um…I think you’ll find that your ‘helpers’ are having a rather fun time teaching our naughty blonde ranger a few lessons.”

Laressa sat forward in her seat. “I think I should like to see for myself how they are faring.”

“I thought you might.” Elle picked up her clipboard and gestured toward the door to the Cryptae Laboratories. “Right this way, Mistress Silverspun.”

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“I’ve set up repeating cycles of catch and release,” Elle commented as they walked the halls. “Or, more precisely, intercept, restrain, immobilize, submission…and release.”

Elle gestured toward a window providing a wide view of an enclosed testing lab. “They appear to be practicing the ‘restrain’ stage again at the moment – and doing quite well!”

Laressa saw Evie on the floor of the room, ensnared in silk by three of Laressas’s arachnids. She was vigorously resisting them and struggling – unsuccessfully – to get back to her feet.

Two of them were pulling her legs in opposite directions to keep her off balance. Another had her arm pinned to her side and was pulling her backside down to the floor.

“Ahh, yes, do you see how they are working together to rob the test subject of her leverage?” Elle asked. “Once they have her prone, her immobilization and submission is inevitable.”

“I do see that,” Laressa said with a smile. “I also see that your ‘test subject’ is nearly naked?”

“Heh! Yes, her pretty blue dress and bra only lasted the first couple ‘intercept’ and ‘restrain’ cycles. Probably good she wore panties today…for once. Shame about the dress, though.”

“I’ll gladly make her another,” Laressa chuckled. “I hope my helpers aren’t being…inappropriate. They’ve not met many human women.”

“I will say they seem to be curious, and gaining an appreciation for wrapping female curves very tightly. Very, very tightly,” Elle murmured. “But no, they have not been inappropriate.”

Laressa watched silently for a while, fascinated, as the one behind Evie held her body down to the floor while the other two brought her legs together. One of them proceeded to sheathe her legs in silk while the other assisted in snaring her free arm and pinning it to her torso like her other arm was. The two spiders then worked together encasing her chest and abdomen.

“You can see their cooperation,” Elle pointed out. “The first few times they each tried to capture her on their own, and she was able to evade them for quite a while. They eventually got her of course, but it took a lot of extra effort – for all of them.”

“After a while they realized they could work together,” she continued. “They’re demonstrating very good teamwork now. Their time from intercept to restraint is now down to less than three minutes, with immobilization in six, and total submission in ten or less.”

“Impressive! And after submission?” Laressa inquired.

“Once Evie taps out, a couple of my assistants go in and free her, they collect all the silk from the room, and then they start over again. Been going for…” Elle checked her watch. “About nine hours now. I keep offering them a break but they just want to keep going.”

“Theywant to keep going? The spiders, or Evie?”

“Oh, the spiders, of course. Evie doesn’t deserve a break yet.”

“And how many cycles of capture and submission?”

Elle consulted her clipboard. “This would be…number 22.”

Laressa chuckled. “Well, I’m quite impressed. And I’m delighted to see that you’re letting Evie know that there are consequences for challenging you. As I said, you’ll be a formidable dominant mistress in your own right someday.” She nodded toward the curvy blonde rapidly disappearing into a cocoon of silk. “You certainly have a talent for distressing that one.”

Elle beamed with pride. Then she pointed to the room beyond the glass. “It looks like our test subject is about ready to tap out and submit. My assistants will need a few minutes to free Evie and clear the silk. Are there any special instructions you’d like to give your arachnid friends before we start the next cycle?”

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Rewarding the Helping Hands

Art by Alucard

Image and backstory at WordPress link

Image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!

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Everyone there is awesome about coaching and mentoring in a really positive and snark-free environment where egos are put aside, art is freely shared, and feedback is welcomed.

This image comes out of another great example of that: @AlucardsSpirit was having trouble getting his new PC up and running after his building was struck by lightning (yes he had a surge protector). @Saurian-Shade lent his expertise and hours of his time and together the two of them got Alucard back in business.

As a thank you, Alucard made a nice image of a Saurian enjoying a…

…wait a minute…

Alucard gave AGENT KATIE as a present to the Saurian??

Oh my…what is he going to do with her?

Well, after he tosses her around and toys with her for a bit, showing her how helpless she is compared to him.

And after he sniffs and licks her. And laps at her curvier bits.

After all THAT what’s he going to do with her?

Well, whatever he chooses, I suppose…not much she can do about it.

I just hope Director Alucard made arrangements to get her back at some point??

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See his original post here: To Catch a Katie

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