Professional Photographer Lexi invited Katie to her studio to do a free glamour photoshoot.
Lexi was one of the first people Katie got to know after her arrival in the UK. Katie and the vivacious and outgoing blonde clicked as friends almost instantly, and the longtime Kesstock resident immediately took the more reserved American woman under her wing.
Katie admired the younger woman’s confidence and infectious energy. Lexi wasn’t afraid to show off her generous curves or numerous tattoos, wearing eye-catching and provocative clothing. Her bobbed hair framed soft features, blueish-grey eyes, and a mischievous smile.
Lexi seemed intentionally vague about her full-time job as the ‘personal assistant’ to a powerful figure in Kesstock. Katie sensed there was more to their relationship, but Lexi changed the subject, promising to introduce Katie to her boss ‘someday.’
Lexi was more eager to talk about her hobby as a photographer, and how she was slowly building a portfolio and putting together a small studio.
She insisted that Katie do a photoshoot with her, saying that it would be good practice for Lexi and pad her portfolio, but more importantly “it will be tons of fun and I promise to make you look your best!”
Katie eventually agreed to come for what Lexi referred to as a ‘glamour shoot with some really sexy elements,’ as well as ‘maybe some risque or kinky pics too.’
Katie said she’d be grateful to get a new image to use for her resume packet and maybe some fun new pics so she could make a dating profile.
Lexi assured her, “when guys – and girls – see my pics, you’ll have tons of people fighting over you!” That sounded pretty good to someone single and new in town, so Katie couldn’t wait to get started!
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Keep an eye out for pics from Katie’s photoshoot with Lexi, to be posted soon! Meanwhile, here’s a little better look at Lexi if you haven’t seen her on @SchulzWorld ‘s pages before.
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If you enjoyed this kinky sexy fun times image, go give @SchulzWorld a look on his DA page and other links.
@SchulzWorld specializes in Bondage, Damsels in Distress, Wrestling, and Cops and Criminals.
His gallery is full of beautiful buxom women – and he brings them together in sexy and dramatic ways.
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!
For today’s Throwback Thursday, Agent Katie is channeling her inner Lita Ford…
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Welcome to the 18th episode of ‘Throwback Thursday!’ and Alucard’s homage to 80s hair bands and their deep, thoughtful lyrics.
Alucard and I hope you’ve enjoyed this series of cheesy B-Movie and Pop Culture nostalgia.
All the previous episodes are saved in a Gallery on my home page:
‘The Creature from the Black Lagoon,’ ‘Slave Girls from Beyond Infinity,’ ‘Barbarian Queen,’ ‘Earth Girls are Easy,’ ‘Barb Wire,’ ‘Night Trap,’ ‘Mars Attacks,’ ‘Big Bad Wolf,’ ‘Candyman,’ ‘Weird Science,’ ‘Silk Stalkings,’ ‘Miami Vice,’ ‘Baywatch,’ ‘Acapulco H.E.A.T.,’ ‘Die Hard,’ ‘Duke Nukem,’ and ‘Resident Evil.’
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Here are links to a few, but check out the DA gallery feature for more TT examples!
No promises, but do you have any suggestions for a future Throwback Thursday??
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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!
Agent M is gaining confidence and starting to assert her dominance.
As Quartermaster for the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. Agent Em is responsible for testing all sorts of equipment and gear, and testing the agents as well.
Lately, though, she seems to be taking advantage of her position and taking liberties with some of the agents. Gosh, I hope that arrogance doesn’t come back to haunt her at some point…soon!
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This is just a crop of a fun new image from my awesome friend @jonut21, please go to his page and see the full kinky image.
And Agent Katie is in this one, too!
See the full image here:
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If you enjoyed this kinky sexy fun times image, go give the artist @jonut21 a look on his page and lots more of his Agent Katie work is in HIS gallery on my DA 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!
Ari tricked Laressa into surrendering herself for a captive Evie, and now she held both as her prisoners!
Check out part 1 here:
Check out part 2 here:
Check out part 3 here:
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“I don’t trust you, Laressa.” Ari chided. “So before you unwrap the bimbo, let’s get you secure.” Ari tossed manacles with a short chain toward Laressa’s feet. “Be a lamb, and put those on.”
Laressa glared back at Ari, but bent down to retrieve the manacles and slowly put them on her wrists. They clicked closed securely, and Laressa noted there were holes bored in them for locks to be attached. She looked up at Ari just in time to catch the locks thrown at her.
By the time Laressa had the manacles locked, Ari was approaching her again with an iron collar on a long chain. Following the length of the chain on the floor, Laressa could see where the end was affixed to a bolt set into the rock wall. Laressa sighed, and nodded to Ari in acceptance.
“Ohh…let’s have you kneel for this bit, shall we?” Ari asked with a twisted grin and evil eyes.
Laressa grimaced, but silently complied. She sank to her knees and bowed her head for the collar to be latched around her neck. She sighed bitterly, but knew Evie would soon be free.
“Alright, that should keep you secure…for now.” Ari sneered. “Go ahead and free the girl.”
Laressa carefully unwrapped the face of the captive Ari had released to her. She didn’t even have the girl’s face half unwrapped when she realized she’d been tricked. It wasn’t Evie.
Laressa gritted her teeth. She wanted to rage, to scream, to lash out, go berserk. But at the moment, she knew it wouldn’t do any good. It wouldn’t do Evie any good, and it wouldn’t do this poor girl any good either. She was going to have to calmly let this play out for the time being.
“Ari…” she muttered, while continuing to release the terrified blonde girl before her. “I should have known you would pull something like this.”
“You know…yeah, you should have,” Ari retorted. “What was it you told the crown? I was ‘irredeemable?’ Turns out you were right.” She smirked. “But it’s kinda worked out for me.”
“How so?” Laressa asked, stalling for time while nudging the naked blonde girl toward the exit.
“Well, now I have two targets for my ire,” Ari grinned wickedly. “Double the pleasure for me, double the torture for you.” Ari walked away slowly, saying “don’t go anywhere,” with a laugh. When Ari returned, she was dragging another tightly wrapped bundle by its feet.
This time, Laressa could clearly identify Evie’s shape – how could she have mistaken the modest curves of the other blonde for the generous breasts and hips of her favorite pet??
“That’s right,” Ari taunted. “This one is your girl. By the way, she could hear everything that just happened out here. She heard all the nice things you said about her – blech!” Ari made a gesture like vomiting. “But she also heard you foolishly trade yourself for that other weakling. So she already knows that you failed her – you failed to rescue her – and you’re both all mine, now.”
“What…what are you going to do, Ari?” Laressa said levelly.
“Well, you should know Lar…I’m going to do what you would have done back when you still had enough pride and self-respect for anyone to fear you…” Ari let her voice trail for dramatic effect.
“I’m going to torture the blonde bimbo in front of you…and I’m going to torture you in front of her…taking turns, back and forth, endlessly, until you both are begging to be released. At that point, I might even keep one of you around before disposing of the other.”
Ari paused, watching the expressions playing out over Laressa’s face.
“Doesn’t that sound like great fun, Lar?”
~~~to be continued~~~
This sexy kinky fun times image is by my awesome loyal friend and longtime collaborator MenchiMenagerie to go with the story I wrote for his birthday. That’s right, I wrote a gift story for him, and he did MORE artwork to go with it…just the kind of guy he is!
Please go give MenchiMenagerie a visit over on his page and show him some love! He’s definitely worthy of your kinky fun times commission budget.
He’s a lot of fun to work with and his commission rates are very reasonable. Please go check out his DA page, give him some positive reinforcement, and consider working with him!
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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!
#Gratitude2024 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 was my BEST YEAR EVER!
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Agent Katie attends her first ‘RP-Con’ as Black Canary…
and the ‘villains’ there want to take role-playing at the con just a little too seriously!!
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Agent Katie stood outside the convention center’s doors and took a breath to collect herself. Not too deep of a breath, because too deep and her breasts would pop right out of her bustier. Even a shallow breath made them jiggle before coming to rest with her nipples barely in the cups.
At least focusing on keeping her boobs contained was distracting her from how the thong-back of her bodysuit was cleaving up between her fishnet-clad butt cheeks. She was pretty sure the taxi driver left her short of the entrance so he could watch her ass wiggle toward the door – along with all the other convention attendees walking toward the gates who stopped to check her out.
Agent Katie was a little anxious about attending her first ever RP-Con. She’d been to a Comic-Con a couple times before, had even cosplayed as Black Canary once before. But RolePlay Con was different – here, attendees expected participants to STAY in character. And registered participants who were roleplaying allies or enemies were expected to act as such.
That meant if Agent Katie encountered any of Black Canary’s villains or foils, they might try to fight or capture her. Dressed as she was in the snug leather catsuit/bustier, the tall leather boots and fitted leather jacket, and the eye-catching fishnets – she’d have a target on her back.
Or her butt.
Which, on any given weekend, could turn into a LOT of sexy kinky fun. But that wasn’t her main goal in attending. One of her good artist friends was also attending, and they had agreed to meet up. Jonathan, aka ‘Jonut 21,’ would be showcasing his art and sketching commissions at the convention, and he’d promised to draw her modeling her Black Canary costume.
Once Agent Katie entered the hall, the leers and stares increased dramatically. Phones and cameras were aimed in her direction and began clicking away in earnest. Agent Katie blushed, but she wasn’t surprised. She’d expected to garner a fair amount of attention, especially from a convention crowd. And she had to admit, she did enjoy their curiosity – to a certain degree.
The girl at check-in smiled sweetly. “Ah yes,” she said as she checked Katie’s ticket. “I have an envelope for you.” She gave Agent Katie’s costume a once over – and blushed, biting her lip.
“Thank you,” Agent Katie replied politely. Inside the envelope was a note:
“Hey, jiggly one, it’s your favorite cabin boy / mad scribbler. Looking forward to finally seeing you in the flesh. I saved you a barstool in the corner – J da CB.”
Agent Katie grinned and a hint of blush crossed her cheeks. She was finally going to meet her friend in person – and find out what he looked like in real life! Then she noticed a post-script.
“P.S. The Greebs heard you were coming, and they’re more geeked than usual – keep an eye out, the little stinkers are everywhere, and ready to role-play ya…”
Agent Katie grinned wryly. She should have figured on that. Now she was even a little more self-conscious of her outfit – those little Greebs got more handsy the more flesh they could see.
“Excuse me, miss,” Agent Katie asked the reception girl again, tearing the girl’s eyes away from the front of Katie’s bustier. “Can you tell me where the booth for Jonut21 is?”
“Uhh…yes, yes of course,” the girl stammered. She placed a map of the RP-Con convention floor on the table between them. “We are here…” she said, drawing an ‘X’ by the doors. “Aaaand his booth is…let’s see…” Her pen traveled to the diametric opposite end of the map. “Here’s the main stage…here’s the participant lounge off to the side…the bar…” she drew another ‘x’ right beside the rows of tall bar tables. “First booth on the wall next to the lounge.”
Agent Katie chuckled. “Literally, a stool in the corner.” She surveyed the distance between the two ‘x’ marks and looked up to see the far corner of the convention hall. “And I have to navigate the entire conference to get there…” Her gaze lowered to the dozen or so staring patrons and their camera lenses. “And wannabe villains and henchmen as far as the eye can see between.”
Agent Katie sighed and began to make her way onto the RP-Con floor. She barely made it ten paces before a young guy in street clothes asked if he could take a selfie with her. “Sure,” she said, amiably, and struck a pose while the guy sidled up, slipping his other hand around her waist. Right away she felt his hand land on the fishnet stockings over her nearly bare butt.
“Watch it…” she muttered, pinching his wrist as painfully as she could and pulling it off her ass.
“Thanks!” he exclaimed, showing no shame for being caught fondling her butt. Agent Katie looked up to see several more attendees, some in costume and some not, crowding closer to get their picture taken as well. She didn’t see any villains, nor Greebs, so she patiently agreed.
A half hour later, Agent Katie hadn’t made it more than forty yards into the RP-Con hall – and had at least two hundred yards to go. Worse, she’d already seen a woman dressed as Huntress watching and staring, two Harley Quinns, and a leering sixty-year-old balding Green Arrow with a paunch – she didn’t want to know what HE wanted to role-play.
And she was pretty sure she’d seen a couple Greeblies skulking about, too. “Hoo-boy, what have I gotten myself into?” she muttered as she tried to plot a path of escape.
Just then an arm landed across her shoulders with a swirl of black cape. A slender woman in a form-fitting black catsuit appeared beside her, a few stray curls of red hair peeking from the woman’s cowl. “Hey, Dinah!” the woman said cheerily. “You look like you could use a rescue.”
Agent Katie took a second look at the woman’s half-covered face, the familiar green eyes sparkling through the mask. “Emily…Agent M?” she asked, recognizing the quartermaster from the Agents of S.P.A.N.K.
“Agent M?” the woman said questioningly with a wink. “My name’s Babs, silly, and ‘Batgirl’ is ready to help ‘Black Canary’ get through this gauntlet of greedy gropers gracefully.”
Agent Katie grinned. “Just in the nick of time, too. Totally forgot my combo bat-signal/stun-gun.”
‘Batgirl’ took ‘Black Canary’ by the arm, and escorted her through the crowd. “Sorry boys,” she said, brushing a few more selfie-seekers aside. “No pictures, we’re on an important mission!”
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With Agent M’s help, Agent Katie was able to better navigate the maze of RP-Con booths and attractions. A couple times they had to make abrupt turns to avoid a notorious ‘villain’ or overly attentive ‘ally’ eager to ‘roleplay’ with them. ‘Perhaps tomorrow I can linger and have some roleplay fun,’ Agent Katie mused to herself. ‘But today I want to get to modeling for Jonathan!’
Still, Agent Katie couldn’t help feeling they were being watched and followed. Agent M cut down an aisle between blocks of booths giving access to the backside of the curtain-covered cubicles.
Agent Katie’s suspicions were confirmed when three figures moved into the far end of the access alley. Agent M stopped and turned the other way – and three more figures appeared in the direction from which they’d just come. Just as Agent Katie was looking to Agent M for direction, one of the blue curtains behind them parted.
“EEEP!” Squeaked Agent M. Agent Katie saw burly arms and a bulky body grab Emily and drag her between the curtains. Just as she was about to reach for Emily, a strong arm encircled her waist and large hand clamped over her mouth – and then she was being dragged backward, too!
Agent Katie twisted and squirmed, trying to break out of the grip of her assailant. Her breasts took the opportunity to break out of her corset, too – distracting her from attempts to fight back. The other figures from the alley poured into the gap to join the men holding the agents.
More arms grasped Agent Katie around her thighs, lifting her off the ground and pinning her legs together. Beside her, another assailant was grabbing Agent M the same way. Then both agents were being carried through a different gap in the curtains.
They emerged to see bright lights and a crowd surrounding a large booth on the main aisle. A hawker on a microphone was speaking to the gathered attendees, getting them fired up.
“Ah, excellent! My men have found two more volunteers to help demonstrate how WE here at ‘Henchmen ‘R’ Us’ can help with all of your henchman needs, including heroine procurement!”
Stunned, Agent Katie looked around the booth to find posters and images extolling the value of hiring ‘freelance henchmen’ from their ‘carefully curated network of spies, goons and thugs.’
“It seems my men have found a Black Canary and a Batgirl roaming around, no doubt meddling in villain affairs. Now as we all know, you must keep your Black Canary well gagged or she’ll let loose with her annoying shrieks.” He walked over to Agent Katie carrying a bright blue ball gag.
The hawker leaned close to Agent Katie’s face and hissed, “open up and don’t scream, and I’ll help put your tits back in your corset. Fight me, and I’ll let the crowd grope ‘em.”
Agent Katie rolled her eyes and sighed, then nodded. When the henchman took his hand away, she opened her mouth so the hawker could quickly pop the gag in. “Look at how that blue color complements her eyes!” he told the crowd. “At Henchmen ‘R’ Us, we pay attention to details! Just look at how that bright yellow one matches the accents in Batgirl’s logo!”
Then, as promised, he grabbed a handful of Agent Katie’s tit-flesh and tucked it inside the cup of her bustier. He was kind enough to block the crowd’s view of her chest while he finished, to the groans and dismay of the onlookers. “Now, now,” he told them. “We also make a good faith effort to protect a heroine’s dignity. But now, let’s let our henchmen demonstrate their rope skills.”
Other men from the alley stepped forward with ropes to wrap tightly around both agents’ ankles. “Wahh uh oootsh,” Agent Katie mumbled through the gag, hoping the ropes wouldn’t leave creases in her expensive high-heeled boots. “Ohhn’t ipp uh ishhehth,” she added when more coarse rope tugged at the fishnet stockings as her thighs were bound together.
When both agents’ legs were well bound, they were both set on their feet so that henchmen could go to work binding their wrists behind them. “Our henchmen are skilled at binding heroines securely without damaging them too badly,” he told the crowd, “and we’ll even guarantee against them escaping from our ropes – can’t have them squirming free and kicking your ass, can we?”
As if to emphasize the ‘securely’ part, the henchmen pinned the agent’s arms to their sides with more coils of ropes above and below their breasts. That actually gave Agent Katie a little more sideboob coverage as her leather jacket was pinched to the sides of her chest, but they also framed the front of her breasts which were again threatening to pop out of the bustier. Poor Agent Emily’s modest chest was even more obviously emphasized by cinched ropes over her sleek black bodysuit.
“And there you have it, friends,” the hawker continued. “Just like that, two tightly trussed heroines ready for delivery to a soon to be satisfied -” he paused to wink and nod at the bound agents – “VERY satisfied client. Why, these heroines could have been yours had you acted sooner – but don’t worry, there’s an entire convention hall full of heroines available….”
The hawker nodded to the henchmen holding the agents, and Agents Katie and Emily were hoisted back up in their arms and tossed over their shoulders, then carried back to the gap in the curtain. “And off they go for delivery! Now who would like to hire a henchman or two?”
The buzz of the crowd faded while the agents were carried back along the alley. Agent Katie had difficulty getting her bearings while her head dangled behind the back of the henchman who had slung her over his shoulder. It seemed they were moving deeper into the convention hall – but heading to the other back corner, on the opposite side of the stage from Jonathan’s booth.
“Ehhrr ahh oo ‘ahkhih uhhh?” Agent Katie mumbled around the gag. Poor Agent Emily seemed to have gone silent, stunned by their capture and subsequent humiliation in front of the crowd.
“We’s takin’ you to The Black Mask’s lair,” the goon carrying Agent Emily replied with a chuckle. “He put in a special request for a couple curvy supers to toy around with, an’ he’s payin’ a bonus for a blonde Canary. This redhead ought to make him happy, too. He likes redheads. A LOT.”
Agent Katie shuddered at the name ‘Black Mask.’ The comic book Black Mask’s reputation for punishing and torturing heroines was well known…and if a ‘RolePlay-Con’ participant was going to the trouble of hiring henchmen to deliver some, then she had no doubt that is EXACTLY what this Black Mask roleplayer had in mind for the both of them. They might be in real danger!
~~~to be continued!~~~
This is part 1 of a little story I wrote for @jonut21 ‘s birthday a while back…paired with an image he gave me as a gift a while ago…and the gifts just keep on giving! Keep an eye out here for the next part.
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If you enjoyed this kinky sexy fun times image, go give the artist @jonut21 a look on his page and lots more of his Agent Katie work is in HIS gallery on my DA 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!
Katie shows a little too much patriotism on the 4th July in Kesstock and offends a few young adults with too much time on their hands.
Here is part 1; Part 2 at the link below.
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“It’s so strange being over here in the UK on the 4th of July.” Katie chattered into her phone as she left the underground station, heels clicking on the stone. Her long legs were clad in snug-fitting stonewashed jeans, and she wore a red-and-white striped cropped jacket over a blue halter with white stars. “No cookouts or pool parties, and everyone’s working. Poor Brits.”
Near the entrance she passed three young adults who seemed to be loitering about. A fair-haired handsome boy leaned on the wall, flanked by two girls in matching plaid skirts and white blouses clinging possessively close on his arms. While the boy was sharply dressed with his hair neatly coiffed, the girls’ skirts were scandalously short and their tops were open from their waists to a snug buttoned collar – their large breasts ready to swing free at any moment. Katie grimaced at their risque clothing and looked away.
“Yeah, it’s hard, I tried to get myself in the spirit with some patriotic wear, I mean the Olympics are coming up, and I watched that Copa soccer match – there’s no way that was offsides!” she continued in her loud conversation with her friend back in the states. “We got robbed!”
Katie saw the three staring at her as she ambled past, scoffing at her and her outfit with distaste. She heard the auburn-haired girl mutter something about ‘americans,’ and the purple-haired girl snickered. The boy just shot her a disdainful sneer, but his eyes flickered over her form.
Katie scowled at them, flipped her short hair deliberately, and turned her head to ignore the trio, making her way down the sidewalk. “Some people are so rude here! Anyway, I miss you all and I can’t wait for you to visit…yeah, I made a new friend I want you to meet, she’s a photographer and she’s going to do some glamour shots for me next week, I’ll share some with you.”
Engrossed in her conversation, Katie didn’t notice that the three youths had pushed off the wall and were following her, the boy pacing along beside while staring at Katie, and the two girls following close behind, still looking and pointing disapprovingly at her.
“Ok, girl, I’ll talk to you soon,” Katie said cheerily, wrapping up her conversation. “Can’t wait to see you when you visit next month. Yeah, I’ll introduce you to my new friends here. Bye!” As she lowered her phone, she saw movement and was startled to see the young man beside her.
“You an American tourist?” he said bluntly. He was a bit shorter than Katie, having to look up to make eye contact, but his gaze flickering back down to her chest and her bare midsection.
“Uhh…no…no, I live here…I work…I’m on a work visa,” Katie stammered.
“Tacky outfit,” the teen auburn-haired girl sneered from behind her.
“Obnoxious.” the purple-haired girl added. “Talkin’ loud and showin’ off your body like that.”
Katie thought their criticism ironic considering how the girls were dressed, but she bit her tongue. She remained defiant, though. “Look, I’m sorry, I don’t want any trouble, and…”
“You’re sorry?” the boy cut in. “So you know you’re being loud and tacky?”
“I, uh…I just…I don’t…I’m sorry, Sir…just leave me alone, ok?”
“Sir!” the auburn haired girl laughed. “Well at least she recognizes her betters, Schulzie.”
“Bet she could be taught some respect, Kat,” the purple-haired girl giggled.
“Yeah,” the young man said, looking thoughtful. “We should definitely teach her a lesson.” He nodded to his female companions, and Katie felt hands grab both her upper arms. He turned away and motioned for the girls to bring Katie along. “Kat, Billie…Let’s show her what we think of American trash.”
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To find out what happens to Katie and to read the rest of my story, go to the full post on @SchulzWorld ‘s page:
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If you enjoyed this kinky sexy fun times image, go give @SchulzWorld a look on his DA page and other links.
@SchulzWorld specializes in Bondage, Damsels in Distress, Wrestling, and Cops and Criminals.
His gallery is full of beautiful buxom women – and he brings them together in sexy and dramatic ways.
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!
Laressa went to Ari’s lair to rescue a captive Evie, but had to endure such taunting and humiliation!
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Check out part 1 here:
Check out part 2 here:
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Later that evening, Laressa strode boldly into Ari’s lair, the Latina girl still slung over her shoulder and re-wrapped. Eventually, she had re-gagged and re-blindfolded the girl – again with Evie’s workout gear. Laressa had grown quite tired of the girl’s blubbering and begging.
Ari was standing near the back wall of her lair, holding up a tightly wrapped and motionless bundle in the distinct shape of a curvy woman. She watched Laressa approach, and flashed Laressa a wickedly smug grin with the cocky air of one who has triumphed over a nemesis.
“I brought back your messenger girl,” Laressa said, depositing the wriggling bundle on the floor of the lair. “And here I am, as you requested.” Laressa nodded toward the shapely captive Ari held. “So let Evie go, now, and let’s be on with whatever this is.”
Ari cackled shrilly. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen! Laressa, you used to be so fearsome and intimidating, and now you’re – well, frankly, you’re pathetic…and still trying to make demands!”
“Are you going to talk me to death, or are we going to do this?” Laressa asked impatiently.
This made Ari laugh even harder. “Oh Laressa, if the crown could see you now. Ok, fine, but I want to be crystal-clear about this agreement first, ok?” Ari paused. “You, Laressa Silverspun, are unequivocally surrendering to me, in exchange for…” Ari looked at the bundle in her arms distastefully to emphasize the inequity she saw in the trade. “This…this little blonde bimbo.”
“I’m surprised you know what unequivocally means,” Laressa said dryly. “But yes, I am.”
“Damn.” Ari said gravely. “You really have lost it, haven’t you?” she added derisively.
“I’ve gained more than you could ever dream,” Laressa said with a sad smile. “And that beautiful girl,” she said with a nod to Ari’s captive. “is worth more than you’ll ever be worth to anyone.”
Ari snorted. “If you say so. I simply see her as proof you’ve gone soft.” She gave the bundled girl a shove. “Our deal is final. In a moment you can unwrap blondie and set her free…but first…”
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In a hidden alcove in Ari’s lair, Evie lay helpless on the floor, tightly bundled and anchored to the rock-strewn floor. Her head was still covered, but she discovered she could hear clearly. Cool air on her ear told her that her captor had cut a hole in the wrapping there. Now she knew why.
Evie could hear everything happening in the outer chamber of the lair – she was just helpless to do anything about it. She heard Laressa enter, heard the conversation – it was the first moment she’d learned her captor’s name was Ari – and she heard Laressa agree to trade herself for the poor hapless girl Ari actually held prisoner out there, not knowing it wasn’t Evie before her.
She screamed as loud as she could to warn Laressa of the ruse, but her mouth was packed so tightly that not a whisper could be heard. She writhed furiously, trying to roll closer to the voices; she even tried to kick at the loose rock about her. She was helpless to stop the transaction.
~~~to be continued~~~
This sexy kinky fun times image is by my awesome loyal friend and longtime collaborator MenchiMenagerie to go with the story I wrote for his birthday. That’s right, I wrote a gift story for him, and he did MORE artwork to go with it…just the kind of guy he is!
Please go give MenchiMenagerie a visit over on his page and show him some love! He’s definitely worthy of your kinky fun times commission budget.
He’s a lot of fun to work with and his commission rates are very reasonable. Please go check out his DA page, give him some positive reinforcement, and consider working with him!
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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!
#Gratitude2024 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 was 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.
When Evie’s silken encasement was opened, her captor was NOT who she thought it was…uh oh!
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There was no way for Evie to tell how long she was in that dreamless state; it was as if all her body’s functions had gone into a suspended state. She wasn’t hungry or thirsty; she didn’t have to relieve herself; she didn’t even feel tired or sore. In fact, she felt very awake and alive. But somehow she knew some time had passed since her capture. And she wasn’t in the garden.
She had a sense she was upright in her dark and silent encasement, but she could not feel any surface beneath her toes – it was as if she was suspended off the ground, but so evenly wrapped she could not feel a tension point from which she might be secured and hanging.
This was all something new, nothing that Laressa had ever done to her before. Still, it didn’t strike her as worrisome; after all, Laressa enjoyed surprising her and keeping her on edge.
It was startling, though, when she felt hands at the left side of her head. Fingertips danced over her wrappings, trying to find a loose end to undo. Once she felt a tug at the strands, though, Evie began to hear a smooth tearing sound, as if ripping off a piece of kitchen foil from a roll. The tugging progressed down the side of her head, neck, shoulders, and arm.
Before long, Evie realized her encasement was being cut away from her so that it could be removed in one large sheet. Soon, she thought, she’d be free and she could ask Laressa about the new techniques she’d employed…and make sure Laressa wasn’t cross with her.
The cutting stopped just at the side of Evie’s chest, just below her breast but above her elbow. The tugging on the wrap changed direction, pulling toward the front of her body, and soon Evie saw a glimmer of light on her left side. Soon she’d see Laressa’s smiling face…
…Except, to Evie’s shock, it wasn’t Laressa at all. Another flame-haired spideress, yes – but not the one Evie had grown to love and admire. This woman’s red hair was undercut on one side, the wavy hair on top flipped to the other side. Instead of Laressa’s customary red, this spideress wore an elegant green dress. And her eyes and expression held a menace and anger that Evie had never seen in Laressa, not even on her worst day.
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t start with ‘what are you,’ that tells me you’re familiar with spideresses, though I guessed that when you kept calling Laressa.” The woman glared at Evie, hatred in her eyes. “You know Laressa – who is she to you? A mistress perhaps? Are you some pet of hers?”
“I…uh…” Evie mumbled, still stunned. Something about the woman’s demeanor told her that saying anything of Laressa might put her friend and mistress in danger, so she remained still.
The woman scowled, narrowing her eyes. “Your silence says much, girl. You know Laressa – intimately, I’d bet. You think remaining silent protects her. I assure you, nothing is further from the truth; you’re making things much worse for her. Now speak,” she commanded.
“You’re lying,” Evie spat defiantly. “Laressa means something to you, too…so I’ll say nothing.”
“Stupid bimbo,” the woman sneered. She raised her segmented appendages with their fearsome tips and brought them close to Evie’s helpless body, tracing them around Evie’s cheekbones and jawline, and over her exposed breasts. Despite part of her wrapping being cut open, Evie’s arms were still bound behind her. Trying to shy away only exposed her vulnerable chest more.
“I could torture you to a painful end,” the intimidating woman warned, “and you’d eventually tell me everything I ask. What a waste. But rather than destroy this magnificent body of yours…”
The spideress paused to let her eyes roam pointedly over Evie’s bare flesh. “I’ll do worse to your mistress and make you watch. Now tell me what I want to know, and I’ll spare Laressa.” She leaned in menacingly. “I won’t lie, your fate is already sealed. But I promise to let Laressa live.”
Evie swallowed hard. She’d encountered enough villains, endured enough torture to know to take this woman seriously. She didn’t see an immediate way out. But perhaps, with time, she would. Cooperation didn’t necessarily mean capitulation, if a means to an end. Evie nodded.
“Smart girl,” the woman sneered. “Now, instead of spending our time together torturing you, I can indulge in other delights with your body…until it’s time to reunite you with your mistress.”
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Just after midday Friday, Laressa made her way into the main entrance of the garden. In a few hours’ time, Evie would arrive for their hunt, and Laressa wanted to be well prepared. She had been looking forward to their time alone – regardless of the outcome, she and Evie would spend the weekend together. But the outcome would set the tone for who would spend it ‘on top.’
And there was NO way Laressa wanted to allow Evie to ‘top’ her! Laressa knew she must win.
Making her way to the depths of the garden along the main path, Laressa was shocked to see a silken gray bundle hanging from a tree branch, a few feet off the ground. The shape of the bundle suggested it was a woman wrapped inside; the wriggles and moans confirmed it.
‘Evie?’ Laressa thought, stunned. ‘What is happening here?’ Laressa hung back for a moment, extending her senses to identify any threat or trap – but there was nothing. No snares, no other creatures, nothing other than the dangling wrapped woman.
Cautiously, Laress approached her. The bound woman squealed and wriggled when Laressa touched her, despite Laressa’s softly spoken words. ‘Easy, Evie, I’ve got you…you’re safe…”
But it wasn’t Evie’s face that Laressa uncovered when she removed the wrapping. Underneath a white cloth blindfold, brown eyes set in the dusky olive skin of a Latina girl peered up at her. Laressa recognized the blindfold as the torn remains of Evie’s favorite white jogging bra.
Removing the girl’s yellow bandana gag amid plaintive whimpers, Laressa found Evie’s lycra jogging shorts in the girl’s mouth. And tucked inside the shorts was a note, the ink of which somehow survived the girl’s profuse drooling. Laressa left the bound woman laying on the ground while she hurriedly scanned the familiar script on the note:
Laressa-
I’d heard rumors your hunting grounds were around here, and lucky for me, rumors were true. If you wish to see your little blonde pet again, you’ll surrender to me – you know where. Come alone, and we’ll make a trade. There’s a price to be paid for what you did to me, and it’s your choice who pays it – you, or your bimbo. Hurry, though, I’m not sure how much longer I can make the blonde last…she’s just too delicious for me to resist much longer.
Oh, by the way, do whatever you want with the Mexican girl, I have no further use for her.
-Ari
Laressa grimaced. She’d known this day would come someday – Ari wouldn’t remain imprisoned forever, no matter how heinous her crimes. Ari had sworn revenge for Laressa betraying her to the crown. Laressa hadn’t been too worried – she’d always been able to take care of herself. But those were the days before Laressa connected with any humans she actually cared about.
Now, her friend and ally and submissive pet was in danger, and it was her fault. Years ago, she wouldn’t have valued any of her pets enough to consider trading herself for them. Evie – and a few others – had changed that. Losing her wasn’t something Laressa could casually accept.
‘Dammit, Ari,’ she seethed. ‘I will make you pay tenfold for this…’
Laressa looked down at the wide-eyed Latina squirming on the ground below her, tears streaming down the pretty girl’s face. “Well, I might as well take you with me,” she murmured. Laressa tossed the girl over her shoulder. “I can’t very well leave you here like this.”
~~~to be continued~~~
This sexy kinky fun times image is by my awesome loyal friend and longtime collaborator MenchiMenagerie to go with the story I wrote for his birthday. That’s right, I wrote a gift story for him, and he did MORE artwork to go with it…just the kind of guy he is!
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Evie goes for a run and finds herself stuck in a sticky silken snare…
now, why would Laressa do that?!?
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It was sunny, warm and humid outside as Evie stepped out for her Thursday afternoon run. Though she wasn’t a huge fan of humidity, it made her sweat more profusely, making her feel like she was getting a really good workout. And she was eager to push herself hard today.
The workout was a way for Evie to prepare herself for the challenge to come. Tomorrow Evie and Laressa had one of their regular ‘hunts’ scheduled, one in which Laressa would track, stalk, and attempt to snare Evie, and Evie would do her best to elude Laressa.
These hunts had long been part of a pact the two had made; Laressa, a Spideress, promised not to hunt women from among the local citizens, and Evie promised not to hold Laressa accountable for any past ‘indiscretions’ with unwilling prey. Laressa was, however, still allowed to indulge her spideress desires with willing prey from among her friends and clients.
Participating in consensual playtime wasn’t always enough to fulfill the needs of the predator OR the prey, however. Sometimes there was just something missing, an itch unscratched. So Evie proposed a mutually beneficial arrangement that could fulfill both their hunting desires.
By participating in these hunts, Laressa still got to experience the thrill of the chase and keep her predatory desires and skills fresh. Evie, in turn, honed her evasion and detection skills and got to experience the thrill of being hunted – as well as unwilling and forced submission.
The fact that Laress had become an oft-times ‘Mistress’ to the submissively-inclined Evie just added that much more excitement and sensuality to having Laressa capture and bind Evie.
Now well into her run, Evie picked up her pace and enjoyed the first prickling of perspiration breaking through her skin and beading on her scalp and neck. She could feel the snug spandex of her white jogging bra dampening across her cleavage and between her shoulder blades, and could feel the back waistband of her black ultra-short running shorts (which were little more than spandex underwear) becoming moist from sweat trickling down her lower back.
Approaching a large garden, Evie took a sharp turn into a side gate. This dense foliage of the park was one of Laressa’s favorite places – and the usual location of their hunts. Tomorrow, Evie would enter through this same gate, and try to make her way to the far end and back without Laressa snaring her. Jogging through the park today would help her re-familiarize herself with the layout and get her head focused on the hunt.
As Evie made her way along one of the main paths, noting all the side paths and alternate routes, she had a sense that someone – or something – was watching her. As a trained agent, she was always in-tune to her environment – and so she knew she wasn’t the only one there.
A whisper of leaves to her right reinforced her suspicions. “That you, Lar?” Evie called out. “You here practicing? Or couldn’t you wait until tomorrow?”
Evie’s questions were met with an abrupt silence. Whoever was cloaked by the foliage had definitely heard Evie’s call, and had gone still, watching and waiting. To Evie, that somewhat confirmed it was Laressa laying in wait for her somewhere – most anyone else would have either shown themselves, or tried to slink away. ‘Laressa is patiently waiting,’ she thought.
“Alright, Laressa, game on!” Evie called out in a happy, sing-song tone. A side trail broke off the main path to her left, so Evie headed that way at a brisk pace.
While rounding a corner at a full run, a glint of light off a gossamer thread caught Evie’s eye. She instantly dropped and tucked her shoulder into a roll until she could catch her momentum. A silken strand caught at her loose hair as he rolled beneath it, and her shoe glanced off another, but neither made enough solid contact to snare her.
“Close, Lar, but not hidden enough!” Evie yelled in a brash taunt she knew she might later regret. Still, she was excited to have spotted and evaded the criss-cross of webbing spanning the path. To her right, another slight noise in the brush instantly went silent when she spoke.
Evie slowly stood and marveled at the intricate snare, noting some subtle changes in the pattern from Laressa’s usual techniques. “Trying something new, are you?” she yelled.
There of course was no response; Laressa wouldn’t be baited with a little taunting. So Evie continued on, taking a branch in the trail that would take her further from the main trail.
Only a couple dozen yards down the trail, Evie spotted another tangle of webbing crossing the path, this one a bit easier to see than the last. ‘Hmmh…’ Evie thought, studying the placement as she skirted the trap. ‘Not like Laressa to miss the…’
Evie’s thoughts were interrupted as her bare shoulder and knee were tugged by something soft but unyielding. She looked down in dismay to see fine gossamer threads stretched taut by her shoulder, and more clinging to her knee, calf and thigh. “Oh, crap on a cracker,” she muttered.
At the same time, Evie heard skittering sounds in the brush many yards away.
Years ago, Evie might have panicked and began tugging or thrashing to get herself free – which would have inevitably caused her to become more and more tangled in the webbing. Instead, she calmly used her thumb and forefinger to pluck the strands away from her skin at a right angle, avoiding contact with the rest of the trap. Within seconds, she was free, and cautiously circled the secondary trap, now much more on guard for additional webs.
“That was a clever one!” Evie called over her shoulder, moving away quickly. “You almost had me that time, Laressa!”
The instant Evie shouted Laressa’s name, the movement in the foliage stopped. There was a long pause of silence and Evie became more aware of her own noise. ‘I need to get back on a quieter path,’ she thought, and angled back toward the main route through the garden.
Somewhere behind her, Evie heard the rustle of brush start up again, and knew that she was being actively pursued. She really needed to get back to that main path to put some distance between them! Still watching for snares, she moved as quickly as she could.
Once on the main path, Evie broke into a sprint. She needed to get to the other end of the garden before she could think about plotting a path back to the entrance. It was unusual for Laressa to place many snares so aggressively; she was usually much more subtle than that.
On a downhill section of the path, just as she was picking up speed, Evie spotted a single thick band of silk crossing the path at mid-shin level, well-hidden in shadow. Without breaking stride, she launched herself over the trip-wire…and too late, saw the second, much thinner band at mid-thigh level.
Evie kicked up with her lead foot, barely clearing the strand of webbing, but the desperate leap meant that her trailing thigh impacted the strand directly. All she could hope would be that her momentum would snap the strand and carry her through it.
Strangely, instead of breaking, the anchors of the strand easily yielded, and the sticky thread moved with her – dragging a broad net of silken fibers along with it. So as Evie stumbled and sprawled headfirst into the dirt, the intricate webbing landed atop her. And as she tucked and rolled to absorb the impact, the netting wrapped and clung to her.
“Aww, fork!” Evie cursed in dismay, already knowing this was more webbing than she’d be able to remove before her pursuer arrived. Indeed, she could hear the rustling in the foliage approaching slowly, as if the pursuer was confident but cautious of a counter-attack.
Unfortunately for Evie, she had no means to counter anything – her pursuer was about to become her captor. But though she knew she was hopelessly entangled in sticky webbing, she still struggled and strained to at least get an arm or a leg free. Her skin, already slick with perspiration from the run and now matted with dust, was pinched tight by clingy fibers.
She had landed face down on the ground with her forearms tucked under her, protecting her chest and face from impact – but her upper arms were stuck tightly to her sides. Similarly, her lower legs were free and splayed at angles, but her thighs were restrained from knee to hip. Though her curvy body was barely covered with her jogging gear, she couldn’t imagine she looked very sexy crumpled in a heap on the path, partially wound in silk with her ass in the air.
“That was a new one, Laressa!” Evie called out. “I didn’t see that coming, you got me!”
Her captor had stopped moving, still cloaked in the foliage beyond her feet, as if watching and waiting. “Well, what are you waiting for, Laressa?” Evie laughed. “You win…come claim your prize.” Evie worked herself over onto her back so she could watch Laressa approach. Before her captor revealed herself, though, a small net of webbing flew out of the brush.
Even if she had enough time to react, Evie wouldn’t have been able to move out of its way. It spread as it flew toward her, expanding to cover her face from chin to brows and wrapping around her head. Reflexively Evie had shut her eyes, and there were just enough strands over them to keep her from opening them again. And though her nose was clear, her mouth was criss-crossed ear to ear, clenching her jaw shut. “Mmmmhh!” was all she could manage.
Evie heard her captor finally emerging from the brush, standing over her, and walking around her, surveying her prone helpless form. She felt firm hands at her chin, lifting her face and turning it side to side as if her captor was admiring their handiwork – or inspecting its security.
While her head was lifted off the ground, Evie felt an additional layer of soft silk laid over her eyes and then carefully wrapped around her head, once, twice, three times. The process was repeated over her mouth, wrapping all the way around her head in a very snug fit.
Evie felt a hand grasping her upper arm, and then with an abrupt shove, she was rolled onto her front side. Her hip and her breasts absorbed most of the impact, but she landed hard enough to bounce her chin in the dirt with a grunt. ‘Laressa must be in a foul mood,’ Evie thought, trying to catch her breath. ‘Guess I shouldn’t have taunted her so much.’
Hands dragged Evie’s wrists behind her and brought them together in the small of her back, where they were encircled with broad strands of silken material. The webbing around her upper arms and shoulders had enough give that her elbows were drawn back as well, not quite touching, but enough to tighten her shoulders and push her chest into the dirt. The straining of the webbing added more tension to stretched muscles, but helped hold them securely in place.
Many captives in this situation might have been disconcerted to realize that while there were two hands holding them firmly, other touches could be felt as something else was wrapping the gauze-like material around them. Evie, however, was well aware of the nature of a spideress. She knew of their multiple segmented arms and the ability to release silk. She knew that while to most appearances they seemed human – but that they were also much MORE than human.
Evie heard a tearing sound at the same time as she felt a tugging on her chest, and then the fabric of her jogging bra slid out from under her, leaving her bare breasts pressed into the dusty path, nipples in the dirt. More tearing and tugging on her hips, and her running shorts were torn away as well. This was not a big surprise either; she knew Laressa preferred captives naked!
After Evie’s running shoes were removed, her ankles were brought together and also bound with the gossamer strips. More segments were wrapped around her knees and upper thighs, leaving her quite immobilized, unable to do more than squirm or try to writhe and inch over the ground.
All that was left at this point – Evie knew from experience – was for her to be completely wrapped and encased in silken material. Laressa often liked to start with her head and face, carefully placing the strands to ensure Evie could breathe, until – as she often did – Laressa wanted to tease and torment her captive, controlling her airflow with some intense breath play.
This time, however, Evie’s feet were wrapped first, across her arches and soles first, leaving her toes to flex and wiggle for a moment before they, too, were wrapped up. ‘Laressa’s really in a mood,’ Evie thought again, as she felt the gauzy silk compressing her flesh much more tightly than usual. All the way up her legs, over her hips and up to her abdomen the bands squeezed and shaped her curves, her supple flesh easily molded to her captor’s desires.
In a new technique, Evie felt a tight additional band encircling her upper thighs just below her buttocks, rigidly constricting her inner thighs and tucking her sex tightly away between them and out of reach. Her breasts received a similar treatment; once they’d been criss-crossed, encircled and covered, they were tightly banded into a pleasing rounded shape and hidden from view.
As the silk covered her face and smothered her ears, Evie heard a voice whispering above her. The distortion of the layers made the voice seem unfamiliar, and the words were quite confusing to Evie: “Sleep now, my delightful prey…there is much to be decided of this dilemma you pose to me…and many plans to be made before I can indulge in your bounty.”
Evie had no time to think much of it, however, before drifting off to a deep, dreamless sleep.
~~~to be continued!~~~
This sexy kinky fun times image is by my awesome loyal friend and longtime collaborator MenchiMenagerie to go with the story I wrote for his birthday. That’s right, I wrote a gift story for him, and he did MORE artwork to go with it…just the kind of guy he is! Please go give MenchiMenagerie a visit over on his page and show him some love! He’s definitely worthy of your kinky fun times commission budget.
He’s a lot of fun to work with and his commission rates are very reasonable. Please go check out his DA page, give him some positive reinforcement, and consider working with him!
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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!
#Gratitude2024 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 was my BEST YEAR EVER!
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How about some SASS for your Sunday?(Yeah, you know me…always bringing the SASS!) Today is the twelfth in my intermittent series where I feature images from one of my artist friends. I haven’t done one in quite a while, and doing this one on Zoinkyikes is WAY overdue!
Today’s spotlight is on @zoinkyikes67, a creative guy who tells fun stories through his artwork. He’s done a few series with Agent Katie and his current is simply called ‘Slave,’ one in which Agent Katie is captured by Agent Red, delivered to a Hutt, assigned to an evil green Sith woman, and tormented for information. Here are some favorite images:
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!
KatieD 