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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Up, Up and Away!

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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

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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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Under the Desk

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

Lovely Ladies Tied Together

Lovely Ladies Sold to New Owners

Bite of the Whip

The Ogre’s Pet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You may.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to be continued…

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Agent on Hold (pt 2)

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Here’s part 2 of something a little different…this image and vignette follow on from the post ‘Agent in Waiting.’

But who is he, and why has he been watching her? And why did it seem Agent Katie was trying to lure him?

Is this an undercover assignment? Or simply an attempt to seduce a mysterious paramour?

Read the vignette below and make up your own mind!

(but I’m curious how you all interpret it!)

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Perhaps I drifted off while reading my book, or got lost enjoying the saucy images within. Either way, I was so engrossed in the fantasies swirling in my mind that my vigilance lapsed.

I sensed his presence even before he revealed himself. A disturbance in the air of the room, a fleeting motion of shadow, a whisper of soft breath. A vague feeling something was different.

And then he was upon me, his weight pinning me down to the bed. A hand slipped over my mouth, while another gripped the wrist of my flailing arm. He was big, heavy, his grip strong. Even if I had any leverage I wouldn’t have been able to push him off or away.

“SHHH…” he said softly, a confident command with no overt threat. He waited a moment to see if I would obey before easing the pressure on my mouth. I gave a nod to signal my compliance. His weight shifted as his free hand moved to my mouth, a foam ball between his fingertips.

“OPEN,” he commanded before removing his hand from my lips. As soon as I complied, he pressed the ball between my lips and tucked it behind my teeth. I clenched my jaw down to compress it, but the firm sphere expanded again to prop my jaw open.

While I was focused upon the foam between my teeth, a cloth fell over the outside of my mouth. The wide strip covered me from nose to chin when he pulled it back around my head. One hand flipped my loose hair up so the cloth could be knotted behind my neck underneath.

His weight shifted again as he slid down my back, allowing my shoulders to rise off the mattress though he still pinned my hips and legs down. I felt a gentle tap of his finger on each wrist.

“BEHIND,” he commanded. His meaning was clear. I placed both hands in the small of my back, palms together with thumbs pointed downward. I felt the all-too-familiar grip of thick rope enclose my wrists, double hitched to pull it snug, columns cinched by perpendicular strands.

I anticipated a bite of pain from the tightening coils, but his skill was evident. I tested my bonds with slow twists and tugs and found them to be comfortable and secure. He didn’t admonish me for challenging my restraints; if anything, he seemed to expect it.

Only when we both knew that my arms were no longer mine to control did he lift his weight off my lower body. He laid his hands on my upper thighs and slid them down my legs with a hiss over my stockings. With the pressure of his fingertips alone he nudged my thighs, knees, calves and ankles into parallel so he could bind my ankles in the same way he’d secured my wrists.

After cinching several wraps of rope around my lower legs, he pulled the loose end upward until my heels touched my rear. He connected it to my wrists to pull them back into a tight hogtie.

I felt his fingers touching the insides of my forearms as he tucked the final knots away inside the columns of rope, keeping them safely out of the reach of my straining fingers.

Only moments ago I was resting comfortably on my bed alone. In a matter of minutes he had me bound, gagged, and at his mercy, helpless and vulnerable and completely in his control.

I hadn’t even offered token resistance, really. I could certainly claim I’d been overpowered before I could react and fight back. But the truth was, I was waiting for him. I expected him to find me and to make his move, and I still submissively gave in as he bound and controlled me.

I wasn’t sure what to expect next; my fantasies of him coming for me had never explored beyond this moment. The truth was, I wasn’t worried because it didn’t matter. Decisions were no longer within my control. He could do as he desired; he could make me comply with any whim.

I was powerless to stop him – even if I wanted to.

He pulled a chair to the foot of the bed and sat down facing me. I turned my head to look at him, to meet his gaze, to try and anticipate his next move. He still gave no indication of his intentions.

He merely sat there in silence, looking me over, studying my expression and watching my subtle movements as I squirmed anxiously. My heartbeat and breathing quickened in anticipation.

His silence, his inscrutable gaze, and his lack of action were as maddening as they were distressing.

How long would he make me wait before I learned what he had planned for me?

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To be continued? What do YOU think? Thirsty for more?

And what’s your interpretation? Is it an assignment? A secret rendezvous?

Or just a lonely agent’s fantasy?

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Katie Needed a Break!!

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A few people noticed I didn’t do my usual 7am post this morning.

I’ve posted 23 days in a row, my 2nd longest streak.

But work’s been pretty relentless this week, and last night I just sat staring at the computer trying to work up the text for the 3rd image in the ‘F*ck I just sat down’ series.

I was pretty brain fried and didn’t want to crank out something substandard just to keep a streak alive.

Plus, the reactions to the last couple significant writing pieces I shared with friends were really disappointing. As someone who thrives on positive reinforcement, I was feeling pretty flat.

Finally, I said ‘F*ck it,’ shut down the laptop, made a drink and sat on the patio with a book. I just needed a break (and apologies to those I didn’t return messages to, either).

So here we are: technically I’m keeping the streak alive with this ‘Katie Needed a Break’ image. But disclosure: I ain’t got nothing for tomorrow yet, either.

So I’m going to find me a nice quiet place outdoors to relax and rejuvenate and get some fresh air and ponder some new ideas. Perhaps take a cue from my friend MenchiMenagerie and get some beach time before summer is over.

It’s not like I’m going to find any drama or peril just hanging out alone on a beach, right??

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F*ck, Now What??

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For crying out loud!!

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

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

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

Other than them, I’m home alone.

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

I’m sure it’s nothing, right?

Back to Discord, the guys want to brainstorm ideas.

Another thump.

Sigh. F*ck, now what??

Another thump.

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

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

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

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

…oh shit…did that door just move??

to be continued…

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.

I Just F*cking Sat Down!!

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

Full image and more at WordPress link

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

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Another long day…

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

pour a glass of cabernet…

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

and I hear a thump.

What the…

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

Another thump.

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

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

Another thump.

to be continued...

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Enjoy the image? Go check out more from Alucard’s Spirit.

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.

Loud is back on DA!!

Art by Loud

Full image and info below at WordPress link

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

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

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

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

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

She loves putting her own character into peril scenes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Loud

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

Lovely Ladies Tied Together

Lovely Ladies Sold to New Owners

Bite of the Whip

Image created by by friend Loud.

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.

Complete Agent Katie’s Jungle Perils

Art by Alucard

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

AND THERE IT IS, KINKSTERS!

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

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

KatieD’s Gumroad

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

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

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

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

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

And thank you all for your continued support!

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!

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