Evie, Elle and Laressa learn that Spider Fae are territorial and are well prepared to punish trespassers.
What a wonderful birthday my friends gave me this year – I have more artwork I’ll be sharing over the next several days and some fun little vignettes to go along with them.
In this one, Evie, Elle and Laressa have very different reactions to being captured by the mischievous Spider Fae.
Laressa is receiving the harshest treatment as a spideress who perhaps should have known better than to violate the Spider Fae lands…she’ll be taught the most stern lesson.
Elle is quite anxious but cooperative, looking to Evie for guidance in handling captivity – though it seems the Fae responsible is quite enamored with her, so she might receive the most gentle treatment.
Evie has the best attitude about being captured at the moment…it’s just another adventure to her, and how harsh could the Fae be?
Well, Evie, your glamorous captor seems quite interested in how you keep your golden hair so lustrous…should you refuse to share your beauty secrets, the Bondage Spider Fae have a reputation for getting QUITE wicked!!
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I still have a few more birthday images to share, so keep an eye out for them. Thank you to all my friends and collaborators who helped make my day special!
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 year!
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Ari tricked Laressa into surrendering herself for a captive Evie, and now she held both as her prisoners!
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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!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Laressa went to Ari’s lair to rescue a captive Evie, but had to endure such taunting and humiliation!
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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!
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.
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.
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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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The silk-wrapped beauties wriggled on Laressa’s floor, unable to see or hear – but they could FEEL everything!
The ultra-fine silk fitted itself to every contour of the agents’ shapely bodies, covering them in a sheer layer that left little to the imagination.and sexy short dress wouldn’t be staying on long – nor would she remain unbound for long, either!
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Once again, Laressa Silverspun contracted with the Agents of SPANK to test some of her new fabrics and their application. And this time she was sure to specifically request Agents Cecy and Katie, after how much ‘fun’ they had testing her new latex materials together last time:
Laressa believed that her newest silk products had application not just as clothing and gear, but as passive defenses as well. She’d installed some prototypes in the lower level entrances to her private chambers. Now she needed some skilled agents to test the effectiveness of her traps. And who better than her favorite agents who also wouldn’t mind a little captivity if they failed to detect the snares?
Agents Cecy and Katie did remarkably well, she thought. They successfully evaded the silken tripwires and the hanging webs. And when a fatigued Agent Cecy leaned against a wall and got stuck in a tactile trap, Agent Katie was right there to pull her out.
Laressa had left her best for last, however: across a doorway she had spread a fine layer of gossamer so delicate that it was nearly transparent. In the dim lighting, Agent Katie walked straight into it and found herself entangled in the sticky film. The more she struggled, the more enveloped she became – and when Agent Cecy tried to come to her rescue, she was easily trapped as well.
Laressa left the two captured cuties to squirm and flail until they had exhausted themselves and were hopelessly ensconced in broad sheaths of gossamer. Then she sent minions to retrieve the hapless agents and bring them to her private chambers. Normally Laressa would use a more hands-on approach to taking custody of her lovely captives, but she had other preparations to make.
The agents were physically and mentally drained of energy by the time they were deposited on the floor of Laressa’s chambers. They didn’t resist as the were partially unbound so their clothing could be removed – nor when the ultra-fine silk was painstakingly (and intimately) applied to every inch of their bodies.
With their arms tucked behind them, the silk wound around their upper bodies, pinning their shoulders back and restricting their movements. The wrapping extended up to their foreheads, covering their eyes and ears, and extended all the way down to their bare toes.
As the silk settled into place, it acted like heated shrink wrap, compressing their flesh and following their curves. It remained strong but pliant, with just enough give to allow them to struggle and scissor their legs, without giving them any hope of actual freedom.
What was amazing was the heightened sensitivity it gave to their nerve endings! Like a silk blouse brushing over hardened nipples, the fine threads and fibers caressed every goosebump, follicle, and other sensitive bits – it felt like the strands were constantly in motion over them, keeping them in a frustratingly high state of arousal – something their exhausted bodies could barely withstand!
That was when Laressa dismissed her minions and shed her own clothing. She joined her wriggling bundles on the floor and began to gently caress and squeeze their constrained flesh. Since her captives could not see or hear, Laressa amused herself selecting her targets so they could not anticipate where her next touches would land.
For hours she entertained herself with her delightful playthings, using the heat of her breath and a flick of her tongue to elicit gasps and moans. Again and again she stoked the fires of their desires until she could hear them panting behind their silken gags.
Then it was time for Laressa to step things up a notch. She grasped a handful of Cecy’s hair, pulling the lovely brunette in closer and nestled against Katie’s trembling body. Then with a handful of Katie’s breast, she began to nudge Katie closer against Cecy.
Agent Katie let out a low moan as she felt the heat from between Laressa’s legs against her thinly veiled thigh. She could feel Laressa straddling her and aligning her own exposed body against hers, mounting her possessively. Beside her, Katie felt Cecy trembling as well.
“I would say that my new silk is an unequivocal success,” Laressa whispered to her captive agents. “But don’t worry, I have many more inventions for you two to test.” The vulnerable agents gave happy mumbles behind the gauzy threads covering their mouths.
“I’m going to have to speak to S.P.A.N.K. HQ about setting up recurring appointments with you delightful girls.”
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This sexy kinky fun times image is by my awesome loyal friend and collaborator MenchiMenagerie and he initiated the scene featuring his OC Laressa with Agent Katie and Agent @Cecyme Medina. I just knew I had to add a little storyline so we could make it a Friday surprise for Cecy!
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!
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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.
Evie let out a helpless muffled whimper as Laressa exposed her chest, slipping Evie’s breasts free from the dress’ criss-crossed silken bands.
Evie knew the silky and sexy short dress wouldn’t be staying on long – nor would she remain unbound for long, either!
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Laressa treated Evie to a very special birthday night out on the town.
She began by presenting Evie with a gorgeous blue gown and matching choker perfectly fitted to her curvy shape.
The sleeveless gown criss-crossed her breasts with silken panels, highlighting and hugging her curves delightfully, and teased a view of her lean legs with a wispy high-low hem.
Then it was off to dinner and sensual dancing before adjourning to somewhere a little more private.
Once there, Laressa deftly wrapped Evie’s arms behind her with silken wraps, and covered Evie’s mouth to preserve the quiet intimacy of the moment.
Clutching her blonde darling tightly in a firm embrace, Laressa freed Evie’s generous breasts from their silken bands.…
…and the rest is a private intimate moment they’ll leave to your imagination…
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My awesome and loyal friend and collaborative partner @MenchiMenagerie treated me to this sexy birthday gift image.
This sexy kinky fun times image is a commission from my friend and collaborator MenchiMenagerie
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!
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Every movement sends waves of pleasure through Agents Katie and Cecy and their ‘smooshed’ bodies.
Worse, their ‘tormentor’ has made sure that staying still is almost impossible for them.
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An hour earlier:
Agents Cecy and Katie admired themselves and their new outfits in the mirrors at the Silverspun Boutique. Both were outfitted in shiny latex bodysuits of differing colors: Cecy in her traditional yellow, and Katie in her customary royal blue. When the S.P.A.N.K. R&D Department sent them to be fitted for prototype action uniforms, they had no idea how sexy they would be.
The bodysuits were much like long-sleeved leotards, covering their torsos, shoulders and arms while leaving their hips and upper thighs bare. Matching leggings rose up to their mid-thighs. An added feature was that at the ends of their sleeves, the latex encased their hands all the way out to their fingertips – and their feet were similarly covered to their toes.
But unlike most leotards, instead of being lycra or spandex, these were made of more restrictive latex. The quality of these bespoke materials the agents were testing was so good, though, that the agents were enjoying stretching and trying its flexibility. After extending her hands high above her head, Cecy bent to reach for her toes.
< SMACK! > Agent Katie took the opportunity to give the brunette beauty a swat across her rear.
“Owww!” Cecy cried, turning to give her friend a pained look. “What was that for?”
“Couldn’t help myself,” Katie replied with a shrug. “You end up – well, ‘end, up’ – so often that when I see your taut little butt I just have to smack it!”
Laressa, the alluring redheaded proprietress of Silverspun Boutique, watched the two playful women with amusement. She’d had no idea who the S.P.A.N.K. Agency would send over to test out her newly invented latex gear. Unless all their agents were as perky and sexy as these two, she had definitely lucked out. She subconsciously bit her lip with a soft ‘mmm-hmmm’ as she watched. ‘Such delightful little subjects,’ she mused.
Finally the two agents turned to face Laressa happily. “These outfits are amazing!” Agent Katie beamed. “I never knew latex could be so form-fitting, it’s like the material is expanding and contracting on its own.” The slightly flushed look on her face told Laressa just how much the curvy blonde was enjoying the constricting feel on her upper body.
“Yes, I can’t wait to try them on a mission,” Cecy gushed. Laressa could almost see the emojis in her voice as she spoke. The more youthful and outgoing brunette agent was saucily vamping in front of the mirror, as if posing for her InstaAgent account. “We will definitely recommend them to the agency. I’m going to hate to give you the outfits back.”
Laressa grinned. “Oh they’re yours to keep, dears. After all, they’re custom-fit to your, ummm…individual shapes.” Laressa had to fight to keep herself from blushing at that. ‘Be cool,’ she admonished herself. ‘You almost have them right where you want them.’
“Really?” Agent Katie practically squealed, her eyes alight. “We can keep them??”
Cecy giggled happily. “OOH, I might just wear it out of here! I can’t wait to show it off!”
“Just two things I ask,” Laressa smiled brightly at the pair.
“Name it!” Cecy blurted out.
“First, some feedback, please?” the redheaded beauty asked. “What do you think of the style and fit?”
“I love everything…but I wonder…” Katie paused, not want to offend the seamstress. When Laressa nodded, she continued: “Instead of a flat crew collar, what if the collar rose up snugly over the neck a bit? Like a closed mandarin?”
Laressa appeared thoughtful. ‘It’s because that’s where the flange of the hood tucks in,‘ she mused to herself. “Interesting idea,” she agreed. “Let me get something so I can visualize the outfits with a collar.”
Laressa moved to a nearby cabinet and returned with two thin strips of black latex. “I don’t have any color-coordinating ones, but we can see how these look.” She proceeded to wrap the flat bands around their necks and fasten them at the back.
Agent Katie was surprised to see that the latex bands had a matte metal ring affixed to the front – when Laressa had mentioned a collar, she really meant a collar! Still, neither she nor Cecy objected. After all, it wasn’t like it was the first time either woman had been collared.
“There!” Laressa said, turning them both toward the mirrors. “I think you’re right, a higher collar on the bodysuit would work well.” She grinned. ‘I can always affix the flange on the outside,’ she mused.
“What was the second thing you wanted from us?” Cecy asked, eager to fulfill Laressa’s requests so the outfit could be hers.
“I’m glad you asked,” Laressa murmured. “I want to get some images of you modeling them in a typical setting. It will help with my final presentation and bid to the agency.”
“Of course!” Agent Katie replied. “Anything we can do to help.”
“Yay! Action shots!” Cecy chirped.
“Well, then right this way, dears,” Laressa said with a broad smile and pleased tone. She took each woman’s arm, holding them just above the elbow, and guided them to a door at the back of the fitting room.
Laressa led the two eager agents down a flight of stairs to a large open room lavishly appointed in black, burgundy, and cream accents. The furniture looked overstuffed and sumptuous, with many tasteful accents and seating for about two dozen people.
What caught the agents’ eyes though were the furniture and fixtures along the outer walls of the great room. What could best be described as ‘bondage stations’ were spaced around the perimeter, with black glossy wood and padding and shiny metal hardware. Between the stations there were burgundy louvered doors set into the walls.
Cecy froze, looking around in awe. Katie raised one eyebrow and glanced at Laressa, who had a wry grin on her face.
“I did say, ‘a typical setting,’ didn’t I?” Laressa said nonchalantly. “It’s my understanding you agents spend a lot of time captured and in bondage, do you not?”
“Well, yeah, but…” Agent Katie began.
“It’s not my fault, I’m new!” Cecy blurted out. When the other two women turned to look at her, she shrugged sheepishly. “I mean, it’s not like I try to get captured…”
“Aaaaanyway,” Laressa chuckled. “Let’s find out if these latex outfits help or hinder your attempts to get free, shall we? I want to make sure I’m delivering the best possible product.” To herself, she added: ‘And I’d bet you both squirm so delightfully…’
Agents Katie and Cecy exchanged glances. Laressa had a point. They had been sent here to test the prototype outfits for more than just look and feel. They DID need to stress-test the outfits a bit, too. And if they happened to have a little bondage fun while testing, well…it was for science, right? The agents nodded their assent.
“Excellent.” Laressa stated. She retrieved a handful of restraints and methodically put cuffs on each woman’s wrists and ankles, connecting the manacles behind their backs but leaving their ankle shackles separated. She maintained a controlled expression, but Laressa’s cheeks flushed a bit as the unsuspecting agents allowed her to move them about and restrain them.
The two waited patiently with their arms cuffed behind them while Laressa retrieved a few more items. “My, what a lovely pair you make,” she told them when she was ready. She took a moment to appreciate what that was doing to their posture, pulling their shoulders back and pushing their chests forward. “Not pinching in the shoulders at all?”
“Not at all,” Katie piped up. “I bet I could stay like this for a while.”
Cecy giggled at that, and Laressa raised an eyebrow. “Good to know,” the seamstress mused with a nod. “Let’s get you posed for some action shots.”
Agents Katie and Cecy followed her obediently across the large room to one of the sets of louvered doors. Opening the doors revealed a small, bare room with plain walls. The only features visible were rings set into the walls and ceiling, and a round metal plate on the floor. Laressa motioned for the women to step inside while she waited at the doorway.
“Now then,” Laressa directed, slowly looking her restrained beauties up and down. “Please kneel facing each other.”
With their wrists clipped together behind them, Cecy and Katie carefully lowered themselves and shuffled around on their knees until they were oriented front to front. They exchanged bashful looks, realizing how close they were to each other while restrained in an awkward stance.
With their arms pulled behind them and on their knees, the two agents were a little unsteady and wobbled until they could find their center of balance. In that position, the snug latex bodysuits accentuated the lift and heft of their breasts – which were suddenly rising and falling more quickly with their excitement and anticipation.
“Agent Cecy, hold there,” Laressa commanded. “Agent Katie, move a little forward and to your left.”
Katie complied, shuffling on her knees a little closer to Cecy until the women were so close she could feel the heat from Cecy’s body on her neck. Cecy, meanwhile, was breathing more rapidly, her eyes flitting about anxiously.
“Perfect.” Laressa nodded, making eye contact for a moment with each, giving them a reassuring look before stepping forward to stand at their sides.
Abruptly, with a quick smooth move, Laressa slipped a long strap around them both at waist level, eliciting gasps of surprise from the two agents. As Laressa pulled the strap tight, it yanked both women forward, nearly pulling them off their knees, making them collide chest to chest into each other.
“Eeep!” Cecy squeaked as she crushed into Katie, who reacted with a soft “ohhhh…”
Both agents had to adjust their balance on their knees while Laressa kept drawing the belt tighter, ending with their bodies leaning together from hips to breasts. Their faces were so close together that the two sort of bobbed and weaved around each other, trying not to bump noses or chins.
“Now take a deep breath,” Laressa commanded. Still somewhat in shock by being pressed together, both women complied without thinking. “Excellent,” Laressa enthused, cinching the strap even tighter and fastening it.
That left both women with their chests full and their abdomens compressed as if they shared one corset – and only allowing them to take short shallow breaths. Agent Cecy looked worriedly at the more experienced Agent Katie as if looking for some reassurance that everything was going to be alright, but Agent Katie looked just as anxious.
Before the two agents could regain their composure, Laressa slipped another strap around their upper thighs. This time she slowly pulled the strap tight, encouraging the women to wriggle their legs toward each other and nudging each woman’s own thighs tightly together.
The strap nestled itself around their upper thighs just below the curve of their rears. Laressa continued tightening the strap until it indented the soft flesh of the backs of their legs, causing the women’s hips, pelvic bones, and vulvae to compress together. Just like that, their bodies were joined from knees to chests.
When Cecy realized her most intimate area was pressed tight against Katie’s, her eyes flew wide open, her jaw dropped, and a crimson flush crossed her face. She whimpered softly. She could feel the rush of heat and moisture between her legs, and she knew from the way Katie’s thighs clenched against hers, the blonde agent was experiencing the same.
“Laressa,” Agent Katie whined with a strained voice, “do we really need to…” her voice trailed off into a sharp intake of breath as she felt her own rush of arousal flaring through her.
“I’m sorry, agents, if I’m making you uncomfortable,” Laressa cooed in a tone that suggested she was not sorry at all. “If you can just be patient a bit longer, I’ll get the images that I need and can send you on your way – with your new outfits, if you still want them…”
Despite their embarrassment and discomfort, both agents immediately shook their heads. Cecy was the most emphatic. She really wanted to keep the outfit, and they’d already agreed to this much…she could endure a little bit more. And it wasn’t like it was unpleasant having her body crushed against her mentor’s. “It’s…it’s ok…” she breathed, nodding some more.
Agent Katie agreed as well, and tried to add some levity. “I’ve been in tighter spots…just not together with my protege like this…we are…well…it’s a bonding experience!” She looked at Agent Cecy and saw the young agent blush deeper and look away. Agent Katie was pleased to see the growing enjoyment of their situation was mutual.
“Very well, if you’re certain, we can continue,” Laressa said, probing their resolve. While making eye contact with each, she was fighting to suppress a smile. She was surprised how easy it was to get the agents to consent to even further indignities. Making it about ‘keeping the outfits’ was an easy way to distract the women from having to admit they were enjoying being bound tightly together.
Now that Laressa had the agents well secured – and submitting to her whims – she moved more quickly around them, completing her arrangements. She connected tethers to their paired wrists and anchored them to the rings in the wall behind them. The line was just taut enough to lift their wrists off their rears and cause the women to lean their upper bodies into each other some more.
She then affixed a short lead between their two collars that forced the women to keep their faces close together. If they pulled their foreheads more than a few inches apart, the lead between their necks grew taut.
Finally, she fastened their ankle cuffs together. Narrowing their stances made their predicament much more precarious, and the agents wobbled together, in danger of falling over sideways together.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you something to help you stay upright in a moment,” she promised. “But I have to admit, I like the idea of you being a little on edge and off balance. Speaking of ‘on edge,’ let’s get you girls a little more intimate.”
“Wait, what?” Agent Katie stammered.
Instead of answering her, Laressa moved directly behind Agent Katie and reached forward over her shoulders. She unzipped the front of the latex bodysuit, exposing the top of Katie’s chest and causing the agent to take a sharp intake of breath. Laressa continued unzipping down through Agent Katie’s cleavage before tugging the top of the bodysuit open, peeling it back over her shoulders and down Katie’s chest until the hapless agent’s breasts were exposed.
“Laressa!” Katie gasped. “I don’t think, ummm…” Agent Katie’s voice trailed off as she saw Cecy’s shocked face across the span of their chests. She looked down to see the front of her exposed breasts flattened into Cecy’s latex suit. As Cecy squirmed in alarm, Agent Katie felt her unencumbered nipples slide across the smooth yellow material.
Agent Katie also began to squirm but found her movements even more restricted than before. The blue shiny material had become bunched up below her breasts and around her upper arms, crushing her bare biceps into her exposed ribs and constricting her upper body. The flesh of her breasts spilled out over the top and were being nudged to the sides by Cecy’s still-constrained chest.
“Oh, now isn’t that better?” Laressa cooed. She traced her fingertips down the upper curve of Agent Katie’s breasts before circling around the sides and sliding a couple fingers underneath. Then she slowly pulled upward, nudging Katie’s breasts back in front of Cecy’s chest and squeezing Katie’s cleavage back together. As her fingers slid higher, they snagged on Agent Katie’s newly hardened nipples before bumping over them.
“Nnnnnnnghhh…” was Agent Katie’s only verbal response. Her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes became unfocused for a moment as the sensations flowed through her.
Agent Cecy was still stunned into silence, her mouth agape while watching Laressa’s hands working over Katie’s breasts.
“Oh don’t worry, cutie, I haven’t forgotten about you,” Laressa assured Cecy, looking over the top of Katie’s head at the brunette beauty.
That caused Cecy to look up at the redhead for a moment before quickly breaking eye contact. “I…ummm…okay…” Cecy stammered.
Laressa chuckled softly at that. “You were hoping you were next, weren’t you?” she said while letting go of Agent Katie and circling behind Cecy. She paused for just a moment until she saw the barely perceptible nod of Cecy’s head. Then she began to repeat the process, unzipping Agent Cecy’s latex suit and freeing her breasts.
With Agent Cecy, Laressa wasn’t just caressing and teasing her bare breasts…she was also making sure both women’s breasts rubbed together. Not only did she tweak her hardening nipples, she clutched Cecy’s breasts and aimed them so that her nipples were poking and tracing over Agent Katie’s skin.
After a moment, Laressa stepped to the side and put a hand between the shoulder blades of each woman. With firm pressure, she squeezed their upper bodies together again. “My friends and I call this ‘smooshing,’ it’s quite the fun activity, especially once you both get sweaty and slippery,” she teased. “Let me see some squirming back and forth between the two of you lovelies,” she commanded.
By now Agents Cecy and Katie were beyond any mild embarrassment or inhibitions. Still giving each other furtive looks, they obeyed Laressa’s command and wriggled their bare chests, emitting low moans and gasps as the pleasure roiled within them.
Laressa stepped back to give herself a better view, her face flushed almost as crimson as her hair. She nibbled on her lip and tugged at her collar, suddenly feeling rather warm. After a moment she shook her head in an attempt to regain her focus and self-control. “Yes…delightful…I think we’re ready for the final step,” she said. If the two writhing agents heard her, they didn’t respond.
“I promised I’d give you something to support you so you don’t fall over,” Laressa continued. She pressed a button on the wall near the door, and a humming noise came from the floor directly beneath Cecy and Katie.
Agents Katie and Cecy stopped their squirming and opened their eyes as they felt something rising out of the floor, nudging first between their knees, and then pushing upward between their thighs. Unable to see directly below them, they glanced at Laressa in surprise instead – who only gave them a knowing smile.
The cool steel post continued gliding up their legs and into the minimal gap at the top of their thighs – the one spot their bodies were not yet completely pressed together. As soon as it stopped rising, its top flared outward to make contact with the thin latex covering the agents’ outer labia.
Then – just as Agent Katie realized what was about to happen – it began to vibrate.
Both agents gasped and squealed. Their squirming and writhing began again, though for very different reasons than before. This time, they didn’t need Laressa to command it.
“Laressa, what…” Agent Katie fought to form coherent words. “Why…I mean…I thought you wanted to take pictures…”
“Oh, I have been…” Laressa replied smoothly. She pointed to a camera above the door. “The whole time, actually.”
“How long…” Cecy murmured, “do we…ohhh….do we…”
“I’m actually not sure,” Laressa said with a thoughtful tone. “I don’t want to short-change your pleasure.” She moved to the doorway. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to go fetch a chair. And a drink.” Then the redheaded seamstress laughed to herself. “Maybe make some popcorn, too.”
Agent Katie groaned and Agent Cecy moaned.
“Tell you what, my lovelies,” Laressa continued. “If you can hold off cumming until I return so I can watch, I’ll let you both leave with your outfits right away.” She paused to let that sink in before detailing the consequences if they failed. “If you cum before I return, though, I’ll spend the weekend taking you on a circuit of all the stations out here in the main room.”
That elicited some more soft moaning and whimpers from her captive agents.
“Hmmm…that sounds like a lot of effort for little old me, though…” Laressa mused. “I might have to invite some friends over to help.”
Now the sounds from her captives sounded more like wails of desperation.
“Alright, then,” Laressa said with a happy smile. “You hang in there, and I’ll be back in a while.”
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Moments later, Agent Cecy was the first to speak. “Katie…how long until she’s back…I don’t think I can hold on much longer…”
Katie clenched her teeth and muttered in response: “I don’t think…I can…either…and…” she gasped and groaned. “If you give in, there’s no way I’ll stop…”
“What do…ohh…we do?” Agent Cecy wailed in desperation.
“Kiss me…” Agent Katie breathed. “Maybe we can cover the noise…”
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Laressa leaned against the wall beyond the door, listening to the delicious sounds of her lovely captives trying in vain to mask the unmistakable sounds of their first of many orgasms. She grinned and looked around her expansive dungeon playroom with all the implements of pleasure and torment.
‘Let’s see,’ she mused to herself. ‘Which station should each of my new pets visit first?’
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Fridays are special training days for Agent @Cecyme Medina around the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. server.
She’s publicly put through her paces by agents and villains alike.
She’s such a good sport – and reacts so delightfully – and looks so good doing it!
The past couple weeks she’s surprised me with some special artwork…so today, on Friday, I wanted to return the favor and have a little image commissioned for her!
Hope you enjoy it, my sweet friend! MWAH!!
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This sexy kinky fun times image is a commission from my friend and collaborator MenchiMenagerie
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!
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Evie finds herself bound, gagged and vulnerable in the possession of a sinister man.
She doesn’t yet know what this is all about…but the intrigue has her curiosity piqued.
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Since Laressa and Elle were busy working on some ‘project’ together (uh-huh, who does ‘research and development’ on a Friday night?), I decided to strike out on her own for a night on the town and, or as I like to say, ‘see what kind of trouble I can get up to.’
I wasn’t in the mood for hanging out in my usual haunts, which often meant fending off half-drunk suitors, brawling in a bar fight, or waking up in an attractive stranger’s bed. Or, usually, all of the above.
So I decided to head uptown to mingle with some high-society types. That meant getting all dolled up in the latest fashion and in my favorite colors – courtesy of Laressa, of course – and some sexy high heels.
I approached a very exclusive establishment with a bit of a queue. Avoiding eye contact with the well dressed would-be patrons in line, I headed straight for the door, the clicking of my heels on the sidewalk drawing the doorman’s attention.
He eyed me up and down, trying to maintain a gruff demeanor and suppress his grin at what he saw. Acknowledging the grumbles of the people queuing behind the velvet rope, he half heartedly asked if I had ‘a VIP pass or sumpin’ like dat.’
I smiled at him, then did a slow turn so that he could see me from every angle. “I’m a single girl, here on my own.” I gave him a smile and a wink. “You think your bosses will complain if you let me in?”
He laughed. “I see. Mind if’n I pat you down? For uh, weapons an’ stuff?”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I cooed back.
A moment of subtle groping and fondling later, during which I giggled and squirmed appropriately, he ushered me inside. The objections from the queue were much more subdued after our little display.
Once inside, I quickly lost myself in the music and dancing and the crush of the crowd. I had no shortage of attention from both men and women who wanted to dance with me and offer me drinks. I accepted a select few of each – women, men, and drinks – and carefully walked the line between letting loose and keeping my wits about me.
Through the crowd, I kept catching glimpses of a handsome man sitting off to the side, watching. He was well-built, well-dressed, with well-kept salt-and-pepper hair – appearing a bit older than I might usually prefer. His features remained partially in shadow, but that just made him all the more intriguing.
I made eye contact a few times, intermittently, and gave him a warm inviting smile, but he never reacted, never moved, never approached. But he also never broke eye contact, staring with steely gray-blue eyes that made me feel exposed and rooted to the spot all at once.
The next time I glanced back toward him, he was gone. Surprised and disappointed, I looked around somewhat wildly before reclaiming my composure. ‘Calm yourself, Evie,’ I muttered. Whoever he was, it wasn’t meant to be. I had plenty of other prospects who would happily entertain me for the rest of the night.
Abruptly, two burly men flanked me and took hold of my upper arms. “Excuse me, miss,” one said while leaning close to my ear to be heard over the crowd. “It would seem you’re not a member here, and we’ve been asked to escort you out.”
“Not a member?” I scoffed. “I’ve danced with enough of your members and they’ve bought me enough drinks to pay for a membership. You should be paying me.”
“Just the same, miss,” his partner leaned in, giving my bicep a squeeze. He actually looked down at his hand as if surprised by how solid and wiry my muscles were. “We, uh, don’t want to do this the hard way.”
My usual retort would have been that ‘I like doing this the hard way,’ but I didn’t want to cause a scene. I allowed them to lead me off the dance floor, but instead of heading to the front door, they led me toward the back.
We exited the club through a door that led to a darkened alley. I’d like to say that it was the first time I’d been tossed out of an establishment into an alley, but that wouldn’t quite be accurate.
They didn’t toss me onto the ground, though. They dragged me toward a waiting carriage instead, and that’s when I began to resist them. Had I been in my usual skinsuit and gear, fighting them off and escaping a two-on-one would have been easy for me. In a dress and high heels, it usually would have been only slightly more challenging.
But after a number of drinks and the fact these guys were bigger and stronger than your average goons, I soon found myself on the floor of the inside of the carriage, with the two of them trying to hold me down and bind me. After cracking one’s nose, they decided to pin me down with their weight. And after burying a stiletto heel into one thug’s thigh, my heels were stripped away.
Before long they accomplished the inevitable, binding my wrists behind my back and lashing my ankles together. When that did little to slow my will to resist, they added ropes around my thighs and hips, and pinned my arms to my body with restraints above and below my chest.
An attempt to bite one resulted in a wad of cloth stuffed in my mouth and another pulled over my face from nose to chin. Finally, they decided I was subdued and restrained enough that they got off me and slowly exited the carriage, groaning and nursing their injuries.
It was only then that I noticed I was not alone in the carriage. Looking up at the rear seat, I saw a familiar shape in the near-darkness looming over me. The man leaned forward into the light from the window just enough for me to see his silvery hair and piercing blue-gray eyes.
I gave a half-hearted murmur into the gag and a perfunctory struggle for his benefit. I knew that thanks to my training, I could escape the sloppy ropework of the goons and fight my way out of the carriage again. But now I was intrigued to see where this might be going.
“I wonder,” he began, looking down at me bound and vulnerable on the floor of his carriage, “what exactly it was you came looking for tonight.” He didn’t exactly phrase it as a question, more of a statement as if he were scrutinizing and evaluating me.
My face suddenly felt flushed and a warmth flooded through my body from somwhere deep in my core. I wasn’t at all surprised that my body was reacting with arousal and excitement from my ‘predicament.’ After all, this in many ways was what I came looking for tonight.
I think he sensed that, too, because he called for his driver to ‘take us home,’ and sat back in his seat with a smug grin. “I also wonder,” he continued with a glint in his steely eyes, “if you’ll leave as satisfied as I will, now that you’ve found it.”
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Laressa and the LIVING LATEX have encased Evie again!!
And it’s ANIMATED for our enjoyment thanks to the creative efforts of my good friend and collaborator @MenchiMenagerie .
In we learned about the Encasement Slime developed by the Codex Cryptae Research and Development Labs. Director Elle developed the living latex restraint system and recruited Evie to help with testing.
So when Elle developed a new and improved specimen, naturally Evie was the perfect agent to test it.
But to get ‘real world’ testing, she didn’t want Evie to know about it ahead of time – so how to surprise her?
Of course Laressa was all too willing to help out – especially if it meant an opportunity to have Evie at her mercy.
Evie was dispatched to a clandestine meeting in a dark alley, where Laressa lay in wait.
As you can see, the new specimen was every bit the success that Elle (and Laressa) hoped it would be!
And here are the individual slides for your enjoyment as well!
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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!
we learned about the Encasement Slime developed by the Codex Cryptae Research and Development Labs. Director Elle developed the living latex restraint system and recruited Evie to help with testing.
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