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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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.”
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“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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When Agent Katie read about the South Pacific explorers who found the vintage photos, they caught her eye because she immediately recognized the woman in the images.
Her Great Aunt Katie was not only an adventurer and aviator, she was one of the founders and original Agents of S.P.A.N.K.! She had embarked on a mission back in 1938 and was never heard from again. No one even knew if she had reached her destination on the remote South Pacific island.
The story, as young Agent Katie had heard it, was that several men had been sent to the same island, one after another, and had never returned. Her ancestor Agent Katie had volunteered for the mission, saying ‘it was time for a woman to get the job done,’ and ‘hang on, boys, I’m on my way!’
Agent Katie grew up hearing wild stories about her great aunt (for whom she was named) and all of her incredible adventures. She knew that she, too, wanted to become an agent someday and keep her family legacy alive. It was, in a way, her destiny!
Now she had some clues as to what had happened to her great aunt. And although the images suggested her aunt may have not survived long on the island, at least she knew that she had reached her destination and did her best to complete her mission!
Perhaps, young Agent Katie thought, perhaps someday she herself could travel to the island and try to learn the rest of her great aunt’s story.
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On a serious and personal note, I haven’t been posting as much the last couple weeks. I’ve just finished up a special story that was almost two weeks past due, and it grew longer and more complex as I worked on it – at the same time work and family life are crazy busy too.
Be patient with me, kinksters…I’m getting back to daily posts this week!
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When the South Pacific explorers returned to civilization, they had the film negatives developed.
Suddenly, the image of the mystery woman was much more recognizable.
It appeared to be an image of an intrepid aviator who went missing in the 1930s.
And not just any aviator…one of the original Agents of S.P.A.N.K.!
Unfortunately, it only prompted more questions about her fate.
What was happening here?
And did she survive?
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On a serious and personal note, I haven’t been posting as much the last couple weeks. I’m in the middle of a special story right now that’s already almost two weeks past due, and it’s grown longer and more complex – at the same time work and family life are crazy busy too.
Be patient with me, kinksters…I’ll be back to daily posts soon!
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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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On a desolate South Pacific island, explorers found a crumbling facility.
In a desk drawer in a ransacked office, they found a spool of film negatives and a single black and white image.
Who was this mystery woman?
What was happening here?
And what was her fate, did she survive? Gosh, I hope there are more clues in coming days…
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On a serious and personal note, I haven’t been posting as much the last couple weeks. I’m in the middle of a special story right now that’s already almost two weeks past due, and it’s grown longer and more complex – at the same time work and family life are crazy busy too.
Be patient with me, kinksters…I’ll be back to daily posts soon!
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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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Apparently Director Alucard wasn’t satisfied with the quality – or quantity – of Agent Katie’s work lately.
He figured a robust spanking might help her focus and be more productive.
It’s unlikely he anticipated how much she might enjoy it, though.
You’ll have to go to my WordPress blog to see just how much…
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On a serious and personal note, I haven’t been posting as much the last couple weeks. I’m in the middle of a special story right now that’s already a week past due, and it’s grown longer and more complex – at the same time work and family life are crazy busy too.
Be patient with me, kinksters…I’ll be back to daily posts soon!
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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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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!
Dom/Sub: Can be a dominant force professionally and metes out punishment to subordinates. Submissive privately, due to constantly having to be in control publicly.
Senior Agent Swallow is a tenured special agent and fervent believer in the S.P.A.N.K. (Syndicate for the Propagation, Analysis and Normalization of Kink) mission: to root out and foil those who would suppress or restrict the free expression of kink.
Her subordinates, who nicknamed her ‘Hard-ass Amy,’ see her as an exacting and unforgiving boss who is impeccably put together, composed, and in constant control of everything around her. She rides them hard, pushing them to their limits and accepting nothing but their best. (She secretly likes her ‘not-so-secret’ nickname.
Privately, she craves not having to be in control and free to express her own personal submissiveness and love of bondage, discipline, and corporal punishment. Her greatest fear is having these secret desires exposed and exploited; it’s her greatest weakness in the field, for when she’s captured her secret desires make her extremely vulnerable.
She has taken a special interest in the career of Agent Katie, seeing her as a younger version of herself who feels much more free to express her kinks and desires. She’d never admit it, but she’s a little jealous of her protege, wishing she could be a little more carefree and fun-loving.
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Thanks again to SchulzWorld for his design work on Agent Swallow. Go give his page a look and check out his other work!
By the way, her look is inspired by a rather popular bondage model. Anyone care to hazard a guess who?
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This very sensual sexy image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!
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Or, as @AlucardsSpirit says, ‘Babes and Bullets.’
(and other things that start with ‘B’…what’s your favorite ‘B’ you want to see?)
Agents Susan Chantell and Katie Fox pose for a promotional image for the sub-tropical branch of the Agents of S.P.A.N.K.
Which, in turn, is a promotional teaser for the upcoming ‘Agents of S.P.A.N.K.’ comic! Woo!
This is one of a number of new projects made possible by all those who contributed to the Indiegogo crowdfunding campaign, and I can’t wait to share it with all of you kinksters.
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This very sensual sexy image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!
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@AlucardsSpirit decided to put Agent Katie into a Druuna-like outfit and scene! I love it!
Of course it got me thinking about how a scene like this might have come about…
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I tossed and turned in my bunk. The waking dream had felt so real. Just like so many others the last several nights.
Of course ‘night’ is relative when you’re in a windowless environment…it’s just another period marked by the digital clocks and calendars mounted on the walls.
In this last dream I was Druuna, one of my favorite damsels from those saucy old Italian graphic novels. I was alone, wandering the corridors of a derelict spacecraft, unsure of where I was, but with an acute sense there was unknown danger around me.
Also just like Druuna, I was barely clothed. To be honest, that wasn’t too unusual for me in my dreams OR my real life, but in this case I was wearing Druuna’s typical ragged cropped tee shirt and high-waisted thong panties.
With all those specific details, the dream had felt so very, VERY real.
I’d found the bridge of the ship in my dream and had sent out an emergency SOS. Perhaps I’d be able to hide out somewhere until rescue could arrive. But it was quite unnerving that I found no sign of the former crew, and nothing amiss in the ship. No signs of panic or emergency.
That was when I heard the noises from the aft of the ship. Noises that repeated, getting louder…and closer.
I began to run, trying to remember the parts of the ship I’d already explored. Where had I seen those escape pods? I needed to get there, and fast!
Rounding a corner, I saw the red tentacles of some unseen beast slithering along the bulkhead wall toward me. I whirled and started running back the way I came, only to see more tentacles approaching from the last corridor I’d been in.
I was surrounded, trapped. There was no mistaking their intentions: they were coming for me.
I remember hoping that I would wake from my dream before I learned what had happened to the ship’s crew…or shared their fate.
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What do you think, everyone?
Has Agent Katie woken from a remarkably vivid dream? Is it possible she’s still dreaming?
Or…are her memories real? Not memories of a dream, but of something she’s not yet aware she actually experienced?
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Here’s part 2 of something a little different…this image and vignette follow on from the post ‘Agent in Waiting.’
But who is he, and why has he been watching her? And why did it seem Agent Katie was trying to lure him?
Is this an undercover assignment? Or simply an attempt to seduce a mysterious paramour?
Read the vignette below and make up your own mind!
(but I’m curious how you all interpret it!)
This very sensual sexy image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!
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Perhaps I drifted off while reading my book, or got lost enjoying the saucy images within. Either way, I was so engrossed in the fantasies swirling in my mind that my vigilance lapsed.
I sensed his presence even before he revealed himself. A disturbance in the air of the room, a fleeting motion of shadow, a whisper of soft breath. A vague feeling something was different.
And then he was upon me, his weight pinning me down to the bed. A hand slipped over my mouth, while another gripped the wrist of my flailing arm. He was big, heavy, his grip strong. Even if I had any leverage I wouldn’t have been able to push him off or away.
“SHHH…” he said softly, a confident command with no overt threat. He waited a moment to see if I would obey before easing the pressure on my mouth. I gave a nod to signal my compliance. His weight shifted as his free hand moved to my mouth, a foam ball between his fingertips.
“OPEN,” he commanded before removing his hand from my lips. As soon as I complied, he pressed the ball between my lips and tucked it behind my teeth. I clenched my jaw down to compress it, but the firm sphere expanded again to prop my jaw open.
While I was focused upon the foam between my teeth, a cloth fell over the outside of my mouth. The wide strip covered me from nose to chin when he pulled it back around my head. One hand flipped my loose hair up so the cloth could be knotted behind my neck underneath.
His weight shifted again as he slid down my back, allowing my shoulders to rise off the mattress though he still pinned my hips and legs down. I felt a gentle tap of his finger on each wrist.
“BEHIND,” he commanded. His meaning was clear. I placed both hands in the small of my back, palms together with thumbs pointed downward. I felt the all-too-familiar grip of thick rope enclose my wrists, double hitched to pull it snug, columns cinched by perpendicular strands.
I anticipated a bite of pain from the tightening coils, but his skill was evident. I tested my bonds with slow twists and tugs and found them to be comfortable and secure. He didn’t admonish me for challenging my restraints; if anything, he seemed to expect it.
Only when we both knew that my arms were no longer mine to control did he lift his weight off my lower body. He laid his hands on my upper thighs and slid them down my legs with a hiss over my stockings. With the pressure of his fingertips alone he nudged my thighs, knees, calves and ankles into parallel so he could bind my ankles in the same way he’d secured my wrists.
After cinching several wraps of rope around my lower legs, he pulled the loose end upward until my heels touched my rear. He connected it to my wrists to pull them back into a tight hogtie.
I felt his fingers touching the insides of my forearms as he tucked the final knots away inside the columns of rope, keeping them safely out of the reach of my straining fingers.
Only moments ago I was resting comfortably on my bed alone. In a matter of minutes he had me bound, gagged, and at his mercy, helpless and vulnerable and completely in his control.
I hadn’t even offered token resistance, really. I could certainly claim I’d been overpowered before I could react and fight back. But the truth was, I was waiting for him. I expected him to find me and to make his move, and I still submissively gave in as he bound and controlled me.
I wasn’t sure what to expect next; my fantasies of him coming for me had never explored beyond this moment. The truth was, I wasn’t worried because it didn’t matter. Decisions were no longer within my control. He could do as he desired; he could make me comply with any whim.
I was powerless to stop him – even if I wanted to.
He pulled a chair to the foot of the bed and sat down facing me. I turned my head to look at him, to meet his gaze, to try and anticipate his next move. He still gave no indication of his intentions.
He merely sat there in silence, looking me over, studying my expression and watching my subtle movements as I squirmed anxiously. My heartbeat and breathing quickened in anticipation.
His silence, his inscrutable gaze, and his lack of action were as maddening as they were distressing.
How long would he make me wait before I learned what he had planned for me?
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To be continued? What do YOU think? Thirsty for more?
And what’s your interpretation? Is it an assignment? A secret rendezvous?
Or just a lonely agent’s fantasy?
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