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Determined to track down the mysterious (and kinky) Greeblies, Agent Katie checks into The Manor to investigate the ‘Sinister Sisters’ and their connection to ‘Jonut 21, LLC.’

Not critical, but recommend you check out parts 1 -3  first!

1. 2. 3.

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The Sinister Sisters and their little helpers began to methodically transform me into theiridea of what a ‘proper young lady’ should be. They made those intentions known by keeping up an incessant commentary while they ‘fixed’ everything that was wrong with me.

Their remarks consisted mostly of insults about my ‘indecent’ clothing and ‘hussy’ appearance and ‘uncouth’ behaviors. In between the disparaging criticism they maintained a running play-by-play of how I would soon learn ‘proper decorum’ and to be ‘docile and respectful.’

“Mmmhopp! ‘At’tsh ‘eean!!” My muffled protests at their mean and nasty jabs and degrading treatment mostly went ignored, though occasionally they’d respond with a sneered “this is what impudent strumpets deserve,” or “your deplorable behavior leaves us no choice.”

Their contempt for my revealing attire helped explain their connection to Countessa and Madame No, and the rest of I-PRUDE (the Institute for the Prevention and Repression of Unnatural Deviant Expression). 

I would have pointed out the irony and hypocrisy in putting me in bondage and fetishizing me – if I wasn’t gagged. At least I didn’t deny or hide my desires for kinky sexy fun times! Unfortunately, despite the collar and tight belts, I wasn’t quite having a kinky fun time – at least not yet…

The Sinister Sisters worked diligently on ‘improving’ me for the next two or three hours – it might have been longer, because ‘time’ at The Manor did not seem to flow naturally. They worked with a practiced yet unhurried ease – I obviously wasn’t their first guest to be transformed.

Eloise’s role was to dress me in the frilly feminine outfit she had selected for me. Berta’s role was to keep strict control of me and move me about as Eloise needed. She was careful to only move or adjust the minimum restraints necessary – such as only releasing my arms long enough to slide them through the sleeves of the tiny dress.

The Greeblies were instructed to assist Berta in keeping me subdued, which they did with enthusiasm. They were effective partially because they physically kept firm grips on me, and partially because their wandering hands kept me off guard. I was constantly dancing on my tiptoes to avoid groping hands and probing fingers. Cold, pale, thin, creepy probing fingers.

Eventually, they completed my transformation into a ‘somewhat more respectable girl.’ Their ‘somewhat’ qualifier made me wonder what else they expected, but I doubted anything I could say or do would change their opinion of me. Admittedly, I hadn’t been ‘respectable’ for years!

I was wearing the teeny tiny dress now, the one that barely contained my chest and utterly failed to cover anything below my hips. Any movement at all threatened a wardrobe malfunction, either an escaping breast or an exposed butt cheek, or a badly torn seam or two.

Which, I would have thought, would be exactly what the Sinister Sisters didn’t want to see…or did they? Was part of the plan to put me into a position to fail at modesty, so they could punish me for yet another infraction? That, or let the Greeblies apply whatever penance they saw fit?

I shuddered at the thought of the Greeblies having their way with me once again. If the sisters thought I was immodest now, what would they think when the Greeblies made me cum screaming? I tried to banish that thought from my head before it began to excite me again.

The entire outfit was meant to enhance the ‘girly’ nature of the dress. From the frilly panties and ankle socks, to the sheer blue stockings and garters, to the blue ribbons in my hair, everything went together. Even the high heels, collar and gag were all color-coordinated in shades of blue!

I stood there in humiliation while they looked me over, still clucking in disapproving tones while they tweaked my outfit, tugging on loose fabric and tucking in ‘exposed’ flesh here and there. 

“Perhaps if she wasn’t such a curvy and voluptuous girl, she wouldn’t be bulging out of her more acceptable attire, Berta,” Eloise said with a disdainful sneer.

“A shameful display of flesh, Eloise,” Berta agreed. “That plump bosom and bubbly buttocks refuse to be contained by even the most prudent apparel.”

“HHHLUHMMP?” I wailed into the gag. She was calling me plump?? And how was I supposed to be modest and demure when the outfit was four sizes too small??

“I am quite skeptical she will be able to maintain her modesty when we put her to the test,” Eloise mused. “I’d wager she will fail the simplest challenge – if it weren’t improper to wager.”

“You’re certainly right,” Berta replied with a grimace. “But we would be doing her a disservice if we didn’t evaluate her critically.” She motioned to the Greeblies. “Let’s get her into position and see if she can retain any decency.”

I soon found out what ‘into position’ meant. My ankles were spread shoulder-width apart and anchored to a bolt in the floor. Then my wrists, still bound behind me, were pulled high up in the air, straining my shoulders until I was forced to bend forward at the waist.

Inevitably, my rear was forced upward and outward as I tried to maintain my balance in the high heels. I could actually feel the hem of the dress rising up to expose my cheeks and a scandalous view of my panties nestled between my legs. I groaned in my embarrassment.

And, inevitably, the weight of my breasts shifted forward and down until my aureolas were peeking above the bustline of the dress, and only my nipples’ pressure on the fabric was keeping them from popping free!

“Obviously, dear sister,” Eloise observed, “our guest needs more corrective discipline to bring her errant behaviors in line. She cannot maintain decorum in the simplest of situations.” 

“And if corrective discipline doesn’t work, dear sister,” Berta nodded in agreement, “further corporal punishment and humiliation will have to ensue.” 

“NNNUUHHH!!” I cried. “Nnnuh!  Ahh’ll ‘eehayvv!  Ahh’ll ‘ee ‘oood!”

“Oh, I’m afraid it’s far too late for promises,” Eloise said with mock sorrow. She motioned for the Greeblies to approach me. “Please provide our guest with some incentive to improve.”

One of the Greeblies stepped forward carrying a thick wooden paddle in his hands. His usual grin somehow seemed even broader than before. The other stood in front of me with my own cell phone, clicking image after image of me in my predicament, and even taking cheeky selfies!

“Smiles girlie!” he chortled. His companion began tapping his palm with the flat of the paddle.

“Hhleeese!  Ah’m ‘orrry! Ah’m ‘orry!!” I wailed. 

I was desperate to somehow avoid having the Greeblies start spanking me while I was bound and helpless and vulnerable. I knew what would inevitably happen…but I didn’t know if the sisters were prepared to see their guest cumming uncontrollably in the hands of their minions!

“Yes, yes, it’s far too late for apologies, too,” Berta said with a devilish grin. “Good thing we still have the entire weekend to re-train you on the right path, because it appears we have quite the challenge ahead of us!”

~~~to be continued??~~~

Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.

I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for the gift!

Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!

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.

Art by Jonut21

Image and more at WordPress link

Art by Jonut21 Go check out his page!

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Determined to track down the mysterious (and kinky) Greeblies, Agent Katie checks into The Manor to investigate the ‘Sinister Sisters’ and their connection to ‘Jonut 21, LLC.’

Not critical, but recommend you check out parts 1 and 2 first!

1. 2.

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The brand of chloroform the sisters used left me semi-awake and aware, but weak as a kitten. And not the sexy kind of cat-girl kitten. 

I could see, hear, feeleverything they were doing to me – but was helpless to do anything about it! 

It wasn’t my first undercover job that had gone sideways. Not even the first one this week! But by far this was the most bizarre with these odd looking twisted sisters and their creepy minions. I couldn’t imagine what they wanted with me or what they hoped to gain by detaining me.

“Gllllgh…” was all I managed to say in protest. My tongue felt thick and heavy.

“Well, that was rude,” the tall and slender sister clucked, making a sour-looking grimace.

“Shall we start off with deportment lessons then, Eloise?” the short stocky sister inquired.

“Why yes, Berta,” the tall slender sister replied. “It is quite obvious this wicked girl has much to learn in the way of manners and behavior. Let us move her to the fitting room first…I’m sure we can find more appropriate attire for her lessons.”

The sisters grasped my arms and upper body as my legs buckled beneath me. The greeblies eagerly grabbed my legs. Their small fingers clutched at my thighs – and high up between.

I was a little surprised at how strong the sisters were, but I was more distracted by feelings of helplessness and vulnerability. I felt like I was floating precariously, unable to balance for myself, dependent upon and submissive to their ability to hold me up and their will to do so.

The fitting room decor was much the same, with another odd framed image of a curly-haired girl in distress – a different girl this time – and was the picture moving? Was she trying to warn me?

Too late…would have helped before I was subdued and manhandled…or greeb-handled?

The quartet of villains set me on the floor and began to peel off my clothing. My skirt went first, with the greeblies grunting and squealing as they tugged the stretchy fabric over my hips.

‘C’mon, guys, it isn’t that tight…’ I mumbled to myself. Ok maybe a little snug in the hips. And rear.

The sisters took turns, one holding my upper body while the other stripped off my jacket and blouse. “Shamefully suggestive blouse,” Eloise murmured as she undid the buttons. “Shameful.”

“A miracle those buttons held,” added Berta. “That’s a lot to ask of a bit of thread and plastic.”

Now their motivation seemed more clear. I looked at the Victorian decor of The Manor, and the old-fashioned clothing the sisters wore. It explained why they looked at me and my attire so disdainfully. Still – they didn’t have to be mean about it!

“Aay!…’ahtsh ‘eeen…” I slurred in protest. Thankfully I’d worn a fairly respectable bra and panty set today. They even matched. And they were from a relatively clean pile on my bedroom floor.

“It seems our guest has an opinion to voice, Eloise,” the sister holding me sneered. “Perhaps we should silence her before she says something she will regret.”

“Yes, yes, in due time, dear sister,” Eloise replied. “But one step at a time.” She produced a thick leather collar with a silver plate and heavy steel ring on its front. She looked me in the eyes.

“Our dear friend Countessa tells us if we put a collar on you, Agent Katie,” she continued, placing the cool leather band against my throat, “like magic, you will become docile as a lamb.”

Countessa?? Before I could suppress my reactions, my eyes flew wide and I gave a little whine. Partially because I hadn’t seen a connection to the sisters before…but mostly because there was ‘some’ truth in her advice! Okay, pretty much total truth…

“Goodness, is that true?” Berta exclaimed, leaning around so she could see my expression. 

“We should have our dear agent confirm that,” Eloise said, pursing her lips and raising her eyebrows. “Do you have a proper response to that, agent?”

I could feel myself beginning to regain some movement and balance. I knew it would be only a matter of time before I could find an opportunity to escape. Better to play along for now. I knew what she wanted to hear, so I humored her. “Yesh, histressh,” I mumbled submissively.

“Oh, that Countessa is so wise!” Berta exclaimed, nodding excitedly. 

Eloise stared at me skeptically. “We should proceed with the restraints before she recovers.”

“Yes, yes!” Berta agreed. “And gag her before she can complain!”

The wide panel gag that Eloise produced had a thick plug mounted on it. I tried to clench my teeth, but the sisters pinched my nose and squeezed my cheeks until they could work it into my mouth. Double straps around the back of my head contoured the panel to my face in a snug fit.

“Belts!” Cried the Greeblies in unison, holding wide strips of leather that matched the collar.

Berta rolled me over on my front while Eloise drew my arms behind me. Still unable to resist, I could only whimper in dismay as Eloise held my hands together, and her sister wrapped one of the belts around my wrists, cinching it down tight.

At my feet, one of the Greeblies put a belt around my ankles while the other sat on my thighs.

Then they worked together to lift me off the floor and stand me on my feet. The sisters again grabbed my arms and upper body while the Greeblies helped get my toes and heels under me.

Yeah, that’s right…the pervs stripped me but left my heels on. I flashed them an indignant look and growled against the panel gag and its invading plug. This situation was still a little too odd to be sexy arousing to me. But I suppose it had potential…

Eloise held me upright and the Greeblies held my legs to help me balance while Berta took a rope from the ceiling and attached it to the belt around my wrists. They were beginning to keep me more secured and my chances of an escape – once I could move –  were fading.

“Can you handle her now, dear sister, while I go pick out an appropriate outfit?” Eloise asked.

“Of course, dear sister,” Berta replied enthusiastically, taking another long belt from the Greebs. This one she wrapped around my midsection and over my arms, pinning them to my body.

One of the Greeblies glanced over his shoulder and waved ‘bye’ at me as he followed Eloise out of the room. “More belt!” the other little minion chirped.  I shot him a dirty look and he giggled.

“Of course, Dearie,” Berta told the happy little guy. “More belts. Keep them coming.” She wrapped the next one just above my knees and lashed my lower thighs together.

Berta hummed happily as she pulled the belts as tightly as she could. Her thick fingers prodded and pinched at my flesh while she positioned the leather straps ‘just right.’ She wasn’t shy about letting her hands brush against more sensitive bits, either, but it was still more creepy than sexy.

“Belt!” the Greeblie chortled again, offering Berta another strap. “Belt!”

Berta tucked the upper edge of the belt under my breasts, sliding it back and forth against my bra to work it into my under-boob. That strap also went over my upper arms, further pinching them against my upper body and virtually immobilizing my limbs behind me. 

Now my chances were really dim, and I knew it. I wasn’t getting out of these straps without some help. I wriggled my shoulders back and forth, and found I couldn’t even lift my wrists away from my rear. The only thing I accomplished was wobbling my breasts back and forth.

“Don’t waste energy, dear agent,” Berta chuckled. “When Berta binds a girl, she stays bound.”

The giggles from her helper minion told me that he appreciated the sight of my writhing, even if Berta wasn’t amused. “Belt!” he cried, thrusting another at her. I shook my head ‘no’ vigorously.

“Of course, of course!” Berta grinned. “Always room for one more.” She took another from the little villain and wrapped it around my upper thighs, just below my hips. Just as she had worked a belt under my breasts, this one she began to edge up under the curve of my butt cheeks. 

Yeah, there’s a little overhang there below my ass. What can I say, I’m a curvy girl.

Just as Berta was cinching that belt tight – and her helper was already offering yet another belt – Elioise came back with the other of the Greeblies. 

She was holding a little blue dress…a VERY little blue dress. One that would barely cover my torso and waist, much less provide any coverage over my hips and ass. And I don’t know how they expected the bustline to contain my chest – not even if they poured me into it!

It was feminine and frilly – just like the pink one the curly-haired girl in the picture was wearing. It had a blue ribbon sash around what passed for a waistline, tied off with a big bow in back. Eloise grinned as she held up a matching blue hair ribbon. 

“Nnnnnuhh hrrricc-enn ‘ayy,” I protested through the gag. They couldn’t be serious, wanting to dress me in that. I’d look like some kind of dress-up doll ready for a tea party!

I felt a cool hand on my thigh, and looked down to see one of the Greeblies with his hand on my leg. He held up a frilly pair of panties with a happy grin on his face. He stroked his hand up and down the back of my thigh. “Girl smooth…”

“Nnnnnngh!” I growled at him, trying in vain to nudge his hand away. “Hhhhop ‘at!”

“Yes, quite smooth!” Berta agreed. “What do you think?” she asked the other of the Greeblies. “Is our visitor ready to be dressed up for her lessons, or shall we wait and let her struggle in her bondage a little first?”

“More belt!” He chirped.

“Of course,” Berta said, looking me over thoughtfully. “I think we can manage one more belt.”

“Hrrrrrrrrrgh!” I murmured in dismay. These sisters and their little cretin helpers weren’t just odd or eccentric…they were bat-shit crazy, and I could only imagine what twisted plans they had for me!

~~~to be continued~~~

Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.

I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for the gift!

Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!

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.