Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

An insidious new villainess has Agent Katie captured, cuffed, and completely under her control.

In part 1, Agent Katie investigated the Catsuit Crew and tried to rescue her former recruit – who had been brainwashed by the Crew.

Unfortunately she herself was captured, and may be on her way to being fitted for a catsuit of her own!

Not essential, but I recommend checking out part 1 first:

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I had to agree with Lacey on this: it was ironic that I had worked so hard to recruit her into S.P.A.N.K. (the Syndicate for Propagation, Analysis and Normalization of Kink), and that now she and Lexi were planning to brainwash me into joining their Catsuit Crew.

One moment I thought I was close to rescuing Lacey, and the next I was their helpless prisoner, being taken deeper into the maze of their headquarters. It seemed like a sprawling complex for such a small organization. But architecture and overhead costs really weren’t my primary concern at the moment.

My primary concern was their talk of ‘indoctrination.’ That, and at my age I wasn’t sure I could still rock a catsuit like I used to.

“I think you’ll see things differently soon,” Lexi had said from behind me. “A couple days in the mind-reconditioning device and you’ll be one of us.”

“Yes, one of us,” Lacey had added in what seemed a reflexive response. “The mind-molder helped me see the way, to become one of us.”

Our first stop was in an ‘induction’ room where they stripped me, took my measurements, and performed a very thorough and intimate inspection. I’m not sure what they were looking for, but they sure didn’t find it there.

The pair affixed electronic ‘controller cuffs’ to my wrists and ankles. Unfortunately I’d worn these before. The cool surface was comfortable enough against my skin and the green lights embedded in them meant the controller functions were inert. When the lights turned orange, they’d actively control my movement.

When they turned red, they’d prevent any movement at all – and a jolting punishment was likely on the way! Probably a well-deserved punishment, but still, not really the fun kind of punishment.

After giving me a new bikini made of the same material as their catsuits (but in much more stylish maize and blue colors), we were off along another long hallway and into what Lacey called the ‘mind-molder room.’

The sterile-looking room was intimidating enough on its own, what with its soundproofed walls and ominous floor drain. The room was dominated by a tall rigid chair with decidedly wicked looking attachments. Scariest among those was a device hovering directly over the chair that looked like a high-tech headdress. Not the pretty tiara kind.

Obviously that chair was my destination – I mean I shouldn’t have expected a comfy sofa and champagne as the next stage of my imprisonment, right?

Lacey and Lexi seated me in the chair and pressed my ankles and wrists onto it. With a menacing click, the lights on the cuffs turned orange and strong magnets attached them to the chair itself. Lexi positioned a black U-shaped bar around my neck and secured its ends to the headrest behind me, while Lacey brought the ‘mind-molder’ device down over my head. Flat-ended pads extended to hold the sides of my head in place.

Then, abruptly, Lexi and Lacey turned and left the room. Only then did I notice the ‘spectator’ window set into the wall to my left. I saw their shadows moving away behind the reflective glass.

There was silence for a while before I saw another shadow approaching the door. When the door opened I couldn’t suppress a gasp of surprise. Suddenly all my questions about the Catsuit Crew were answered. And I realized that I was in much deeper trouble than I had thought.

“Countessa!” I sneered disdainfully. “I’m not surprised to see you here…I knew someone else had to be in control of those catsuited bimbos. I should have known I-PRUDE is running the operation.”

I was trying to sound brave and defiant, but the truth was, I was utterly intimidated by the woman before me. This wasn’t the first time I’d been in Countessa’s clutches. The woman was harsh, cruel, and uncompromising. Her presence was not good news for me.

She was also tall, drop-dead gorgeous, and as voluptuous as one of Ruben’s subjects. She was like liquid sexiness poured into a shiny latex catsuit and high heels. Her raven hair framed her fair skin, strong features, and eyes that pierced into your soul and stripped away your free will. Countessa was a domineering force of nature, she…

…sorry….what was I saying?

Countessa was also the 2nd in command of I-PRUDE, the Institute for the Prevention and Repression of Unnatural Deviant Expression. She reported only to the evil Madame No, and she was the Madame’s right-hand woman and favorite interrogator, and for good reason: she always got results. Which also did not bode well for me.

The opportunity to dominate and torment captured agents was just one of the perks of her job. And Madame No gave her free rein to operate as she saw fit. Which was really, really not going to work out in my favor.

We had a history…and the last time, I managed to escape. Which meant in her eyes, I ‘owed her one.’

The look on her face told me she was ready and eager to collect.

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Image created by @AlucardsSpirit.  Go check out his page!

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!

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And look for part 3 soon!

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