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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.

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 part 1 first!

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I wasn’t at all surprised to find the Greeblies were part of the attempt to restrain me – I’d been tied up and tormented by the horny little cretins a few times before. They were persistent in that!

What caught me off guard was being grabbed and pinned by the Sinister Sisters – and how eerily strong they were! The tall slender sister held my arms up so that I couldn’t get any leverage. The short stocky one grabbed me around the middle. 

I should have been able to twist and pull away from them, but I was held firmly in their grip. Before I could break free, the Greeblies clutched their arms around my thighs.

I saw a delicate bone-white cloth coming up toward my face, so I renewed my squirming before it was too late to resist. 

“NO…wait…let me go…this isn’t what…”

I kept struggling right up until the exquisitely embroidered lace-trimmed cloth covered my mouth and nose, and I inhaled a familiar sickly-sweet scent -which I recognized immediately, of course. 

If I had a dollar for every time I’d inhaled a dose of chloroform, well, I could afford to take off the whole week instead of just the holiday (and those were just the work-related times).

I fought until I felt my arms growing heavy, my knees getting weak, and my eyesight fading in and out of focus. I would have worried about falling, but the sisters clutched me with wiry arms. 

And, of course, the Greeblies still clutched onto my thighs, though their free hands were wandering higher. I don’t know if my struggles were making my skirt ride up, or if their hands were the cause, but I felt slender fingers well above the tops of my stockings.

I wasn’t able to worry about their grabby hands or sinister plans much longer…I was losing consciousness, and once I was out, I wouldn’t have any say in what happened to me. 

Whatever treatments were included in the ‘Surprise Me’ weekend package, I was theirs to do with as they pleased!

~~~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 connection between the ‘Sinister Sisters & Assistants’ d/b/a ‘The Manor,’ and ‘Jonut 21, LLC.’

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I didn’t set out to investigate Jonut21, and certainly not the Sinister Sisters of the Manor. 

But a good agent is a curious agent, and a good agent follows the clues that their curiosity uncovers. And my curiosity has never let me down before! Or almost never. Well, perhaps occasionally it got me into a little trouble. And a little bondage. Or discipline and submission. 

So win-win, really!

You know that saying, ‘curiosity killed the cat?’ Well, for me it’s more like ‘curiosity compromised the Katie.’

So anyway…after another particularly rigorous ‘kinky sexy fun time’ in the hands of the Greeblies, (and also a couple goblins and a horny toad), my curiosity demanded that I trace those little creatures back to their origins (and not at all because I thought maaaybe I might end up in their clutches again).

And though the kinky little creeps were insidious chaotic creatures of mischief, they also had to answer to somebody…but to whom? If I could identify who they worked for, I could totally avoid running into them accidentally on purpose.

Before hitting the field work, I did some computer-assisted digging. And no, that’s not a euphemism for surfing kinky websites (though I totally did that, too). Wouldn’t you know, there were random references to ‘Greeblies’ here and there. Indexing and cross-referencing the mentions brought up a rather strange related reference: “SS&A, d/b/a The Manor.”

‘The Manor.’ Where had I heard that before? Oh yes…it was a common thread in some unusual behavior among some of the female personalities of DA. Several well-known personalities such as @Chickfighter , @CalamityConcepts , @Lady-Distracto , and even the Colt Sisters had all disappeared for a couple days before their eventual return.

When asked where they’d been, they would reply ‘The Manor,’ often with a blush on their cheeks and a faraway look in their eyes. When pressured for details, answers varied from ‘none of your business,’ to ‘it’s personal,’ to ‘due to an NDA and advice of counsel, I can’t say more.’

This new information revved up my curiosity. I needed to learn more for myself. A little more digging revealed that ‘SS&A’ referred to ‘Sinister Sisters & Assistants, who were the proprietors of an exclusive boutique hotel listed as – wouldn’t you know it – ‘The Manor.’

That alone would have been plenty to go on, but one further nugget of information sealed my curiosity tighter than a thick leather collar with a locking buckle on a six foot lead. ‘SS&A’ was a subsidiary of ‘Jonut21 LLC.’ His status as a villain – albeit a quite pleasant, generous and handsome one – wrapped up all the other connections into a tight little constrictor knot.

(you’ll have to pardon all my bdsm metaphors, I always get a little wound up before field work).

Anywhoo, the website for ‘The Manor’ showed a perfectly normal looking little Victorian house converted into a cute boutique B&B (I’m fairly certain B&G was a typo on their site). There were various special packages offered, from spa treatments to wardrobe consultations to etiquette and deportment training, to an intriguing offering called ‘dinner and a show-off.’

I wasn’t sure what to choose, so I selected the ‘Surprise Me Combo’ and booked a two night stay in ‘The Red Room.’ It was a curious name for a B&B room, which usually had names like ‘the lilac room’ and such, but the listing said it featured ‘the most unique furniture you’ve ever seen!’ so I just had to check it out.

I cleared my appointments for the long holiday weekend, set up my email and voicemail to be auto-forwarded to Junior Agent Blair Morris, and headed out for some investigating! I was determined to be the bottom, I mean, get to the bottom of this mystery!

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As expected, The Manor appeared to be a perfectly normal little Victorian B&B. It was neat, tidy, and well maintained – although a bit dated looking. Upon stepping inside, I got that curious sense of a place being much larger on the inside than it appears on the outside.

The Sisters were warm and welcoming, if a bit odd and eccentric looking. They definitely needed to get out in the sun a bit more! And they had such a curious way of speaking; their word choices always seemed a bit off, much like the typos on their website such as ‘B&G’ instead of ‘B&B.’

For example, they said, ‘let’s get you checked out,’ instead of ‘checked in.’ They ushered me into a parlor for registration, which they referred to as the ‘induction room.’ They also told me not to worry about my luggage, their ‘trans-porters’ would ‘manhandle’ it for me.

I didn’t get a good look at the porters; they were small and quick – they must have been the nieces or nephews of the proprietresses. The sisters assured me that their ‘little helpers’ would be right back with some ‘welcoming accessories.’ I assumed they meant ‘amenities.’  

“We’re so pleased you’ve come to investigateThe Manor, lovely Miss Katie.” The tall slender sister spoke in a precise, clipped tone. Despite her kind words, she looked disapprovingly at my typical outfit of tailored jacket and blouse over black skirt. “That is quite snug and revealing apparel you wear.”

“Uh…this? This is just my work uniform?” I tried in vain to cover my surprise at her choice of words. “Well, um…yes, I’ve been eager to ‘check out’ your lovely establishment. I uh…am looking forward to some rest and pampering this holiday weekend!”

“Oh yes, yes!” the other sister gushed. The shorter and more heavy-set sister circled closer around me, also seeming to be checking out my appearance. “We’re delighted you chose our most comprehensive package. Rest assured, we won’t hold anything back to make sure you get the full experience you deserve!”

Both sisters edged closer to me. I became a little uneasy as they started to move behind me, but I wasn’t really alarmed until I felt the taller sister’s surprisingly strong grip on my upper arms.

“Uh…wait…what’s…what are you doing?” I stammered. I had a bad feeling about this. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the two porters return – they were Greeblies, with eager grins on their faces – and carrying restraints!

“Relax, Miss Katie,” the slender sister ordered in a firm tone. “You said in your request that you wanted to ‘let go’ and give yourself over to The Manor, and you shall – we shall give you the VIP treatment, as it were.”

“Yes, yes!” the shorter sister enthused. “Just relax and let us take good care of you!”

~~~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.