Junior Agent Natalie of S.P.A.N.K.

Art by SchulzWorld

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Art by SchulzWorld. Go check out his page!

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Introducing Junior Agent Natalie ‘Nat’ Clerye, Agent Swallow’s protege!

SchulzWorld approached me a little while ago and suggested creating something in the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. world. We decided to choose an underdeveloped character and explore her a little bit. He did all the design and development work and I think she turned out great – I’m looking forward to seeing her adventures!

And here’s a little bio I put together for her:

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Name:  Natalie Clerye

Nickname:  Nat

Country Origin: USA

Age:  23

Height: 5’4”

Job: Junior Agent in Specialist Training in her 3rd year at Academy, Agents of S.P.A.N.K.

Personality type: INFP

Interests/Hobbies: Typically engages in solitary activities: reading, research, gathering knowledge and context, and with an insatiable curiosity. Creative and artistic, writing and designing as an outlet for her self-expression.

Dom/Sub:  Acutely aware of her submissive tendencies and fascinated by them, she is introspective about her kinks and seeking to understand them so she can come to terms with them. She learns as much by reading and observing as she does through experience, but she will not shy away from an opportunity to indulge or explore her submissive desires.

From her Academy File:

Though the petite and pretty Junior Agent Natalie comes off as quiet or reserved, she is more capable and intelligent than most give her credit for. She tends to hang around the edge of important cases and activities and happily contributes in supporting roles.

After excelling in her first two years at academy and hungry to learn and contribute, Natalie studies up on current cases and operations and provides quality analytics and logistical recommendations. Her attention to details has proven valuable in surveillance and investigative activities.

Young and idealistic, one of Natalie’s greatest strengths and values to the agency is her belief in the cause. She firmly believes that each person must find their own path in life and feel empowered to express themselves. Her own experiences with repression and kink-shaming has led her to advocate for and protect the rights of others.

This dedication has been noticed by Senior Agent Amelia Swallow and others, who have great faith in her ability to become a full-fledged agent once she gains confidence through more field operational experience and more exposure to perilous and/or high-stakes scenarios.

She is one of the most tech-savvy upperclassmen of SPANK Academy, and has some contacts in the hacking and gaming subculture. Her greatest weakness is lack of confidence and her reliance on facts and data over people and personal connections.

Natalie has a handful of very close intimate friends and would rather spend an evening hanging out with them gaming or drinking than go out and party or be in large groups.

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Thanks again to SchulzWorld for his design work on Junior Agent Natalie. Go give his page a look and check out his other work!

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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!

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Idle time in Frogsville – QB Tuesday #05

Artwork by ArtOfVenus

“Idle time at the end of his chain allowed me to ponder my questionable decisions that led me here…”

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I’m sure all you creative kinksters out there can come up with an even BETTER caption than that!

SHOW ME! Add your caption in the comments below and I’ll give shoutouts to my favorites on the next post!

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Today’s post is the fourth of a new experiment, “Quick Bites Tuesday.”

It’s a little something being testing in conjunction with @CMPlisskin

Go check out his Caption this! #TuesdayTease – 005 on his page.

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As promised, here’s my favorite from last week, by my friend @Rob66 on my post:

Andromeda Roleplay – QB Tuesday #04

“I’ll gladly be your Perveus, er, Perseus!”

Rob gets bonus points for referencing Andromeda’s suitor with humor.

But also special mention to @Barghest236 and @samsa23 for their movie set ideas…loved those!

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This artwork is by my friend and collaborator ArtofVenus 

If you enjoyed, go give ArtOfVenus a look on his DA page or other links, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Patreon and/or SubscribeStar.

And watch for another #QBTuesday image next week.

Agent Katie’s TOE-tal Failure

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

Full image and more at WordPress link

Trapped by an intruder with a fetish, will Agent Katie remain ‘fleet of foot,’ or will she suffer a ‘toe-tal failure?’

Oh I think we all know the answer to that…

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Thursday night, and another long day at work likely to be followed by another lost evening staring at the laptop screen, waiting for the words to flow.

I needed to do something to change my routine, get myself in the mood. I poured myself a glass of pinot noir and headed to my comfy writing nook in my home office. After lighting a scented candle I set my laptop on my bistro table and pushed the stiff wooden chair away in favor of my overstuffed leather ‘writing chair.’

‘Perhaps if I put on something sexy that will get me in the mood to write,’ I thought. ‘Even if only for myself.’  I shed my work clothes and put on a navy blue open-front babydoll negligee and thong. I decided to forgo the heels, preferring to pad around in bare feet. 

I was making my way back when I heard noises. I stealthily made my way down the hall and glanced through the door to my office. I stared, shocked, as an intruder rummaged through my desk drawers. 

I could see my open laptop and phone on the table by the window – not doing me any good there! I watched silently for a few more seconds while trying to figure out what to do. 

Just as I prepared to step away and call for help, I felt something solid poke under my ribs from behind.

‘Fuck…there are two of them…’

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For the next half hour I struggled in bondage, seated in the bistro chair with a rope harness criss-crossing my chest and breasts, and my bound wrists attached to a crotch-rope from behind.  These intruders were either eagle scouts, or kinky, or both. 

I kicked and twisted my feet but the ropes at my ankles were as snug as the ones around the rest of me. If anything, the guy binding my legs spent a little extra time neatly wrapping the ropes and handling (and staring at) my bare feet. I squirmed involuntarily as his fingertips ‘just happened’ to trace across my soles and under my toes.

Worse, during my struggles the front of my negligee had parted, leaving little of me to the imagination. Any further struggling was likely to result in a wardrobe malfunction. I sighed with a loud ‘mmmhh!’ into my gag and tried to get comfortable on the stiff chair.

I could only watch in frustration as my captors went through my laptop and phone. I resisted giving up the passwords, of course, even when they threatened to rough me up. “Muhk hew!” was my repeated reply to their insistent demands.

Then they realized they could just unlock the laptop with my fingerprint and get into my phone using facial recognition – my stupid phone unlocked even though I was gagged!!

Eventually, they figured they’d gotten everything they could from my office. The first one left to search the rest of the house. The second one, the one who had enjoyed binding my feet, sat down in my writing chair and stared at me.

“Let’s play a game,” he said. He put my phone face up on the floor several inches in front of my feet. “If you can reach somebody and ask for help, my partner and I will be forced to leave right away. If you can’t…well, then maybe we’ll stick around a while.”

“Muhk hew!” I muttered again. I figured, though, even if he was lying it was better to try something than sit here doing nothing. Even if doing something meant giving him a nice jiggle show. I scooted forward in the chair and leaned my body back so I could stretch my feet for the phone.

Obviously facial recognition wouldn’t open it now, so with a dainty pointed foot and one extended toe, I tried to press in the right spots on the screen to enter my passcode.

After three failed attempts to enter my six digits correctly, I began to panic that my phone would lock up. Beads of perspiration formed on my forehead and upper chest while I concentrated and stretched as far as I could. I grunted and ‘mmmphed’  with the effort.

On the fourth try, it opened!  Now I just needed to try and place a call…I wasn’t sure my toes were dextrous enough to send a text! And I didn’t think Siri was smart enough to translate gag-speak.

I tried the speed dial button for Director Alucard, knowing he was fluent in gag-speak and would be able to help. Unfortunately I missed, and started a face-time call with him instead. Immediately I could see images of my own feet on the screen – in extreme closeup!

I saw his face appear on the screen and then his eyes went wide as he saw my bare soles and wiggling toes on his own screen. He stared for a minute, stunned, and then grinned.  I heard him say, ”very funny, Agent Katie, see you at work tomorrow”…and then he hung up!

I wailed in frustration into my gag as the call disconnected. Chagrined, I looked up expecting to see my captor grinning mockingly – and saw that he’d been recording me on his own phone!

“Well, you tried,” he said, scooping up my phone from the floor. “I‘m actually pretty impressed. You almost won. But since your director said, ‘see you at work tomorrow…I guess that means we have all night to hang out together.”

“Muhk hew,” I repeated while glaring at him. Then both of us looked to the door as we heard his partner return.

The second intruder was carrying a familiar tote, and I groaned loudly into my gag when I saw what it was. ‘Nnnnnnohh, nnnohhh,’ I muttered, shaking my head.

“Hey, this chick is super kinky!” the second intruder exclaimed excitedly. “Look at all these toys and bondage stuff she had hidden in her bedroom closet!”

It was going to be a long, long night…

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Enjoy the image?  Go check out more from Alucard.

Not sure yet if this will have a follow up, or remain a fun one-off image.

If you want to see more of this one, let Alucard and me know.

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

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

Andromeda Roleplay – QB Tuesday #04

Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

“I always wanted to be Andromeda…but I don’t remember Clash of the Titans quite like this!!”

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I’m sure all you creative kinksters out there can come up with an even BETTER caption than that!

SHOW ME! Add your caption in the comments below and I’ll give shoutouts to my favorites on the next post!

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Today’s post is the fourth of a new experiment, “Quick Bites Tuesday.”

It’s a little something I’m testing in conjunction with my collaborator and friend @CallMePlisskin Go check out his #TuesdayTease – 004 – Caption this! on his page.

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As promised, here’s my favorite from last week, by my friend @Rob66 :

“Is that ALL you’ve got?”

Demi-Size Domme – QB Tuesday #03

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This artwork is by my friend and collaborator AlucardsSpirit 

If you enjoyed, go give him a look on his DA page!
And watch for another #QBTuesday image next week.

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Catsuit Crew Captive

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

Full image and more at WordPress link

Agent Katie investigates the Catsuit Crew and tries to rescue her former recruit – who seems to have been brainwashed by the Crew.

Will she complete her mission? Or will she be fitted for a catsuit of her own?

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I sipped my coffee and sighed while staring at the open case files on my screen. The mug shot of a sultry redhead stared back at me, the sadness in her expression tugging at my conscience.

Lacey had been one of my best recent recruiting prospects. As a college grad, an athlete, and a successful fetish model and adult film actress, she had a lot to offer as an Agent of S.P.A.N.K. 

Plus she looked stunning in a bikini and could drink me under the table. Those were also valuable qualities for a S.P.A.N.K. agent.

And then…she had suddenly disappeared, without a trace. Weeks later, I was still studying her files, hoping to find a lead of any sort, trying to figure out what happened to her.

I was pulled from my deep thoughts when a new email alert pinged. It read: ‘Footage you’ll want to see. The Catsuit Crew hit another bank.’

I clicked the attachment to find security footage from the bank. Four female figures in masks and slinky shiny black catsuits appeared on camera. I saw a flash of bright red hair. It was Lacey! 

The all-girl Catsuit Crew received a lot of attention for their brazen crimes. It certainly didn’t hurt that they were all supermodel hot with perfect hair and dressed in black leather. The security guard handed over his gun and got on his knees without even being told to!

I’d seen the tall blonde, the slender brunette, and the curvy girl with the spiky platinum hair in other crime footage. Lacey moved smoothly in unison with the others as if they’d been a practiced squad forever.

We’d linked the Catsuit Crew to a legitimate modeling and talent agency. That must have been how they found Lacey. I did a little more digging and discovered that their agency was holding a model recruiting event on the local college campus tomorrow night. 

Time for some undercover work!

It had been a while since I’d done any fetish modeling myself. Well, voluntarily, anyway. If you knew where to look on the internet, you could find plenty of content featuring me – photos, video and audio – taken in ‘less than voluntary’ circumstances.

I glanced down at myself in my typical short black skirt and my white fitted blouse that showed off plenty of cleavage. I bet I could still rock a bikini and heels and strut on a catwalk. 

I wondered if I could still rock a black leather catsuit, too.

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An hour into the recruiting event, I found myself in an interview with Lexi, a spunky girl with platinum blond hair in a side-undercut style. She was definitely one of the women in the bank surveillance video – she was unmasked tonight, but she was wearing the same leather catsuit!

“You’re a little…old…for a college girl,” she said matter-of-factly.

“I’m a grad student,” I replied quickly. “And I do have some…on-camera experience.”

She raised one eyebrow at my phrasing. “Voluntarily, I hope.”

“Mostly.” I said with a wink.

She giggled. “Well, you’ve done well in all the interviews so far, and you do fill out that bikini rather nicely.” She paused to look me up and down again. “If you’ll follow me into the back hall, we have one more test before we can offer you a contract.”

Without waiting for my agreement, she turned and held a door open for me. I stepped through, my eyes drawn down a curving hallway with odd green lighting. I was so intrigued by the strange passageway that I didn’t notice the red haired woman until I collided with her.

“Agent Katie,” Lacey said with a patronizing sneer. “Isn’t this ironic? You worked so hard to recruit me into S.P.A.N.K., and yet it’s been so effortless to turn you to our side.”

Lacey’s mocking words helped me quickly overcome my shock. “Turn me?” I shot back. “I’m here to bust up your little crime ring, not join you.”

“Oh I think you’ll see things differently soon,” I heard Lexi say from directly behind me. She grasped one arm while Lacey moved to grab hold of my other. “A couple days in the mind-reconditioning device and you’ll be one of us.”

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

Together they turned me and began to propel me down the hall. I felt Lexi’s hand slip around my breast and give it a firm squeeze. “Oh yes,” she cooed. “We’re going to have so much fun with you, once you’re one of us.”

“One of us,” Lacey repeated. “Now, what size catsuit do you wear?”

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Enjoy the image?  Go check out more from Alucard.

Not sure yet if this will have a follow up, or remain a fun one-off image.

If you want to see more of this one, let Alucard and me know.

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

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

Mistaken Identity

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

Full image and more at WordPress link

Clayface does NOT like Halloween…impersonation is HIS shtick!

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“Get back here, Canary!” Clayface roared.

“I’m not Black Canary!” I shrieked as I ran. “It’s just a costume…I was on my way to a party!”

“Nice try, Canary…I’m not buying it.” Sticky globs of clay caught at my ankles and tripped me to the pavement. I landed hard and skidded.

“OWWW!!! Dammit! I think you tore my fishnets! And if you scuffed my leather jacket, I’ll…”

“You’ll do nothing, I have you now, Canary!” he paused. “Hey, you changed your look. I like the glasses!”

“It’s Halloween, dumbass!…everyone is dressed up as someone else…MMMMMPH!!!”  I was silenced by a splat of something covering my mouth. At least it wasn’t white and sticky this time. But it smelled so much worse…

“That should keep that smart mouth of yours quiet.” he taunted. He picked me up effortlessly and tossed me over – well, INTO, his shoulder. My wrists were pinned behind me by more globs of his muddy flesh. And I could feel the grip of his ‘hand’ over my ass!

He brought me inside some building and sat me down on a chair, my wrists and ankles glued to the back and legs with rings of his smelly clay. “You can sit here while I figure out what to do with you.”

I mmmphed and glared at him while he looked me up and down. “Wait. You’re really not Canary, are you?

“Mmeh ‘ollh ‘oooo!”

“Huh.  So that Halloween party story was true, too?”

“Esssh!”

“Huh. Well, I don’t like it. I don’t like Halloween either. Everyone thinks they can just go around impersonating people. That’s my gig!”

“Emmm ‘orrryh?”

“Whatever. You sit here and think about what you’ve done. I’ll be back.”

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I was stuck in the chair for close to an hour, wriggling energetically and trying to break free, to no avail. His clay had hardened and clung to me, sealing to the chair securely. I wonder if all parts of him get firm and hard, andNO!!!  STOP thinking like that!!!  Seriously, Katie, what is wrong with you??

My self-scolding was interrupted when my partner Susan came rushing into the room. My happiness to see her was momentarily derailed by the sight of her in her Halloween costume.

Susan was a gorgeous hardbodied bombshell on an average day; in a cowgirl outfit with shorty-shorts, a red plaid woven shirt knotted above her bare midriff, and her flowing blonde hair, she was utterly stunning. And where did she get those sexy boots??

“There you are!” she scoffed at me. “How did you get in trouble on the way to a party?” It took some time, but she freed me from the clay somehow.

“How did you find me??” I asked her. “Oh, and thanks, by the way.”

“Tracking chip in your costume.” she replied nonchalantly, helping me to my feet.

“You’re tracking me?? Wait…so you know…”

“Yeah, I know where you spent last night. We can talk about how much of security risk random hook-ups are later. Let’s get out of here, and get to the party, ok? I assume you still want to go?”

“Of course I do! I’m the Queen of Halloween, after all.”

“Alright, let’s get out of here before that mountain of mud comes back.”

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In another room of Clayface’s lair, a stunning bombshell blonde squirmed and writhed in bonds of clay that held her to a thick post. She screamed into a thick brown gag, but barely any sound made it through the hardened mud.

Her writhing had popped all the buttons on the plaid top of her cowgirl costume (although the buttons had been working overtime already and were doomed to fail). Her heaving chest was bare except for traces of mud that looked suspiciously like groping hand prints…

‘Dammit, Katie,’ Susan angrily thought. ‘How can you get us in this much trouble on the way to a silly party?’

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I hope you enjoyed this little slice of a Halloween tale and the fun artwork by AlucardsSpirit.

Many of you who know me know that Halloween is my favorite holiday of the year, and I usually go all out on decor and creating a haunted garage for kids in my neighborhood to enjoy.

I usually do some specific stories and commission some artwork for Halloween too, I even got a group of friends to collaborate on a whole set of stories one year. This year, I don’t know…for reasons, I’ve had trouble getting into the spirit and I almost let the holiday pass without doing any posts at all.

Fortunately my friend Alucard picked me up out of my depressed funk, brushed me off, and kicked me in the ass to work with him on this little fun Agent Katie as Black Canary image. He knows she’s my favorite superheroine and the only one I’ve ever cosplayed.

(although some would consider CallMePlisskin ‘s Captain Catherine a superheroine, and I did go as her for Halloween last year)

;)

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Enjoy the image?  Go check out more from Alucard.

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

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

Captive Quinn #7

Artwork by WareWolfBarmitzvah

Full image and text at WordPress Link

OH POOR QUINN… Rudy the big boss has finally lost his patience with goblin bruvs Joe and John, and he’s taking their lady-pet away. Will he finally give her some attention and keep her for himself? Or will he cast her away?

Hopefully he remembers that she’s shackled and collared to the floor before he tries to drag her off!

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art by @WarewolfBarMitzvah, dialogue by me.

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

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

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

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

Finally, in part 7, Rudy’s had enough!

Part 1: Walk Without Rhythm

Part 2: Walk Without Rhythm 2

Part 3: Captive Quinn #3

Part 4: Captive Quinn #4

Part 5: Captive Quinn #5

Part 6: Captive Quinn #6

What will Rudy do with poor Quinn??
‘Rudy’ is an OC of @WarewolfBarMitzvah 

I promise you’ll see more of Quinn soon. 

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Shout out to WareWolfBarmitzvah for the amazing community he’s built on his discord server. Everyone there is awesome about coaching and mentoring in a really collaborative environment where egos are put aside, art is freely shared, and feedback is welcomed.

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

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our Agents of SP.A.N.K. community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! Positive Reinforcement is a commodity freely exchanged there, and one that grows in value the more its given.

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

‘Little Thief’ Lisbeth

Crop of Artwork by Saurian-Shade, story and uncensored image at WordPress link.

Full uncensored image and story here!

Wow, it’s been waaaay too long since we’ve heard from Lisbeth!

Special thanks to my collab partner @Saurian-Shade for his patience!

See my WordPress site for the full uncensored version:  katied.life/

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The chain was yanked taut again, jerking the thick iron collar at my neck and tugging me forward. “Keep movin’, lil’ thief,” the heavy-set dark-skinned orc snarled.

“I would, if your bruv here wasn’t hanging onto my tit!” I retorted. The green-skinned orc wasn’t just squeezing my entire breast; his other hand palmed my head, forcing me to look up at him.

“Shut yer mouth while ya can, girl,” the leader growled back. “It gonna be stretched wide th’ rest of th’ night.” He grinned and grabbed his engorged cock just in case I didn’t catch his meaning.

“Yeah, all night,” a third orc said from behind me. “Yer gunna be a busy lil’ fuck-toy, lil’ thief.”

“Sure, you’re all reaaal brave with three of you beasts against one tied up girl,” I snorted. “I dare any of you to untie me and take me on in a fair fight, you cucco-shit ogre-fuckers!”

“We could…” the dark-skinned leader mused. “But we don’ want to damage that fine body of yers. ‘Least not before we get th’ chance t’ enjoy it for a while.”

I grimaced. I really screwed up this time. I was fucked, but not as fucked as I was going to be.

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When you’re as skilled a thief as me, everythingseems easy. Which is dangerous, because having it easy leads to being complacent.

I discovered the village’s offerings to the orcs by accident. I saw villagers carrying food, wine, and medicine into the ruins of a temple – monthly bribes to keep the orcs from raiding.

The next month, I hid out and waited. As soon as the villagers left, I helped myself. The food was mediocre; the wine was awful. The medicine, however, was valuable. I happily took it all.

It was such an easy take that the next month I helped myself again. It did occur to me that the orcs might be a little upset to not get their bribes, but that was the villagers’ problem, not mine.

Regrettably I ‘went to the well’ one too many times. The villagers doubled back and found me half-drunk and gorging myself on the orcs’ food. They seized me, stripped me, and bound my wrists, then chained me to the altar with an iron collar, to be an additional offering for the orcs!

If the orcs were disappointed to find me lying among the remnants of their food and wine, they didn’t show it. They instead seemed amused and quite excited. They tore my collar’s anchor from the altar and used the chain to drag me down the stone steps and out into the sunshine.

Along with a gratuitous amount of groping and taunting, of course. They were eager to humiliate and take revenge upon the ‘lil’ thief’ who had stolen their bribes. And likely even more eager to take a fair-skinned naked curvy blonde back to their camp as a new slave girl.

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Arrival in their camp caused a stir as activity paused and orcs stepped forward to watch us pass. The dark-skinned leader wrapped my chain around his fist to draw me closer and the other two took defensive positions on our flanks. We kept to the camp’s perimeter, toward some tents.

“Ain’t ya gonna present ‘er to th’ chief?” one of the two asked.

“Tomorrow. He’ll make us share ‘er. Tonight she’s jus’ ours. Let’s get ‘er to my tent.”

Once inside, they attached my chain to a ring set in the center pole. I could still be pulled to each corner of the small tent, though. They left me alone for a few moments while they stowed their gear, then the leader settled on the pile of pelts that served as a bed with a weary sigh.

“C’mere, girl,” he said, spreading his legs apart while motioning to me.

I gulped as I saw his large member already at half-mast again. I took a tentative step forward.

“No.” he said flatly. He pointed to the floor between his knees. “Crawl.”

‘Typical,’ I muttered under my breath. ‘I get the one orc who doesn’t want to just bend me over something and go at it.’ I glared at him as I sank to my knees and shuffled forward. I’d obey, but wanted him to know I wasn’t happy about it.

My defiance must have amused him, because he smirked while I approached. I broke eye contact to look at the beastly cock before me. ‘Goddess help me, how am I ever going to manage this?’ I wondered. I sighed and resigned myself to just doing the best I could.

I twisted my wrists in the rough coils of rope so that my palms faced inward and I could use my hands and fingers to grasp the thick shaft and run my thumbs over the moist tip.

It wasn’t my first monster cock, and it likely wouldn’t be my last. I did what I’d done before – use only my tongue as long as possible, avoid getting the nasty thing in my mouth, try not to retch.

It worked for a while and I almost thought I’d get away with it, until he got impatient and I felt a massive hand cup the back of my head. After that he was in control and I was along for the ride.

‘Along for the ride’ pretty much described the rest of the evening. After the leader shot his thick musky load into my throat, he pointed at another, who grabbed my chain and dragged me over.

I dutifully serviced him while the third orc groped my breasts and ran thick fingers between my legs. After the second orc came into my mouth, the two of them simply picked me up and spun me around so I could put my oral skills to work on the third.

By the time I finished off the last orc, while the other toyed with me, my body was giving in to the carnal decadence. I was panting heavily and my skin was flushed. I told myself I couldn’t help my body’s reactions while they had total control of me. None of this was my choice – right?

That’s why when they returned me to their leader, I was ready and eager to be fucked. They lifted me up, each with one hand around my upper arm and one hand under my thighs, and carried me over to him. The leader grasped my hips and guided me onto his massive cock.

We both were surprised how easily he cleaved inside me and slid me down his thick shaft. I gasped when his tip first pushed its way in, and let out a long moan while he delved deep. When he hilted inside, my eyelids fluttered with eyes rolled back. My mouth stayed open in a silent cry.

He gripped me with his huge strong hands and effortlessly shifted me about again. The sight of his long dark fingers pressing into my creamy flesh sent thrills through me. I craved being touched; I brought my bound wrists up to caress and pinch my own nipples and breasts.

The first time I came, I hid it as best I could. I stifled my cries and suppressed the trembling of my body. I don’t think I fooled them. I barely tried to hide the second. By the time the third hit, I was loudly reveling in my body-shaking climax. 

The leader took his time cumming, enjoying me as long as he could. But once he was done, he immediately motioned for the other two to pull me off him and take me for themselves. 

One placed his hands under my rear, lifted me up, and mounted me upon him. I slipped my arms over his head and rested my bound wrists on the back of his neck while he thrust into me.

The third must have decided he didn’t want to wait his turn, for suddenly I felt him prodding at my other, tighter opening. “Nnnn-nooo,” I pleaded softly, but it was already too late. He pushed his way inside and I found myself mounted on two large orcs at once.

Soon after, they lifted and turned me around so they could trade sides. Before long I found myself on their leader again; all of them used my mouth, pussy and ass to satisfy their desires.

I was delirious with carnal pleasures; I lost track of which orc was which or whose turn was next. Again and again they picked me up, tossed me around, and took turns with me as they wished.

Even the chain to my collar rattled and shook noisily in time with my own loud throes of passion.

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Hours later I emerged from a haze of passion and lust to find my body and limbs entwined with three snoring orcs. My hair was a tangled matted mess that hid half of my face and my skin was coated with blotches and streaks of evidence of the debauchery of the night before.

Before they passed out the orcs must have figured the collar and chain would be enough, and released my wrists from the ropes. They must have forgotten I was a skilled thief. There were several different items within reach that I could have chosen to pick the locks that held me.

Dawn was just breaking over the quiet encampment as I slipped out of the tent and away into the cover of the nearby woods. It would be a long and nervous naked journey back to the temple, where I hoped to find my clothes and gear.

Back at the temple, I looked at the altar where I’d been chained. It still held scraps of meat and bread and stains of wine. A month from now, it would once again be heaped with food and drink.

The villagers and orcs would never think that I’d be brave – or reckless – enough to return. They didn’t know me. They didn’t know that I was often both!

And what if I got caught again?

Well, I’ve had worse Saturday nights.

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Be sure to see my WordPress site for the full uncensored version:  katied.life/

If you enjoyed, go give Saurian-Shade a look on his DA page or other links, and he’s worthy of your subscription budget at Patreon.

And watch for more with Lisbeth soon!

KatieD

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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!

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Captive Quinn #6

Artwork by WareWolfBarmitzvah

Full image and text at WordPress Link

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 1: Walk Without Rhythm

Part 2: Walk Without Rhythm 2

Part 3: Captive Quinn #3

Part 4: Captive Quinn #4

Part 5: Captive Quinn #5

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

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

I promise you’ll see more of Quinn soon. 

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Shout out to WareWolfBarmitzvah for the amazing community he’s built on his discord server. Everyone there is awesome about coaching and mentoring in a really collaborative environment where egos are put aside, art is freely shared, and feedback is welcomed.

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

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Thanks to all the creative partners in our Agents of SP.A.N.K. community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! Positive Reinforcement is a commodity freely exchanged there, and one that grows in value the more its given.

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Raid on the Casino Royale

Art by Alucard

Image and vignette at WordPress link

Image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it’s not that…it’s…”

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

“Agent…it’s just that…”

“Spit it out man! What is it?”

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

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

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Enjoyed the image?  Go check out more from Alucard!

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!

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