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?”
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!
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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, and…NO!!! 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)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
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 anythinghe 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.
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.
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.
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!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.
Crop of image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!
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Agent Katie was dozing on the beach in the warm sun, her iPad laying across her abs where it dropped when she nodded off. She was startled when her phone began buzzing somewhere in her beach chair. She sat up and it slid between her legs just as it buzzed again.
“Ohhh, fuuuu….” she moaned. She’d been having a saucy dream and the vibrating phone didn’t do anything to clear it from her head. She composed herself as best she could and answered it.
Of course it was her partner, Susan, calling in for a status check. ‘I told you I’d text if I anything changed, dammit…’ she muttered. ‘Stop calling my phone, I don’t use it for that!’
“Hey Susan.”
…
“Nope, absolutely nothing going on here. Are you absolutely certain those reports are legit? Seriously, Froglins kidnapping spring breakers right off the beach? Are you sure those girls aren’t just making it up to cover for the fact they hooked up with some college studs last night?”
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“Yeah, I know we need to take it seriously. It’s just that I’ve been sitting on this beach for two days straight now and I haven’t seen a thing. And I’m bored! After you drop Sabrina at her modeling gig, put your suit on and get down here. I’ll buy you a tropical drink.”
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“No, I’m not just laying around drinking and reading!” Agent Katie raised her glass in the direction of a cabana boy to order another vodka-blueberry-lemonade. ‘I’ve been sleeping, too.’
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“Don’t lecture me on situational awareness! You’re the one who got captured by those alligator poachers, not me. And I’m sure Yasmine is totally on point while she’s lounging on that yacht. Going undercover as a fetish model? Please. They’re probably doing shots off her toned ass.”
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“Fine! I’ll focus, I promise. But seriously, come down and hang out with me for a bit. This cabana boy is some mighty nice eye candy…”
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‘Sigh.’ “Yes, I’ll stay alert. I promise.”
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Agent Katie clicked off her phone and set it on the table beside her. After a moment’s thought, she let it slide back down between her legs in the chair again. ‘Susan’s going to call back sooner or later.’
She accepted the proffered drink from the handsome cabana boy and gave him a wink. He grinned widely and didn’t even try to disguise the slow once-over he gave her.
Agent Katie picked up her iPad again.‘Crud, what page was I on? I got suntan lotion all over the screen. Forget it. I’m going to sneak in another quick snooze before Susan gets here.’
Soon she was drifting off again, and her dream seemed to pick up where it left off – except the other characters in her dream had changed. “Froglins…” she murmured. “What the hell are you doing here?”
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“Did you hear that?” whispered the bigger froglin dressed all in black. “How did she know we’re here? I have been as stealthy as the wind.”
“For starters, because you’re in a full ninja outfit on a sunny beach,” muttered his smaller partner wearing only swim trunks. “And we’re in Florida, the wind isn’t exactly stealthy here!”
“False!” hissed the ninja froglin. “I am one with the shadows.”
The other smacked his forehead. “We’re on a beach…in broad daylight…there ARE no shadows!” He shook his head. “Whatever, she’s on to us, we gotta take her now.”
“I go high, you go low,” the ninja froglin hissed. “You got to tie up the boobs last time.”
“Works for me,” his partner chuckled. “I’m more of a foot guy anyway.”
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There’s a little teaser scene for the future series of the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. in a tropical paradise. Well, actually, Florida. But the artwork will make it LOOK like paradise.
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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!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.
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.
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.
Wow…last week we learned that the origins of the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. trace back to the 1930s.
Now we learn that the intrepid agents will be keeping the Kinky Sexy Fun Times going well into the future!
Not sure if this is a Recruiting Poster, a Book Cover, or a Movie Promo…whatever it is, sign me up!
How about you, Kinksters? Want to see more of K8erella?
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Enjoyed the image? Go check out more from @AlucardsSpirit !!
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
KatieD 