An insidious new villainess has Agent Katie captured and completely under her control.
brainwashed by the Crew. In part 2, she was taken by Countessa of I-PRUDE to the ‘mind-molder.’
Unfortunately she may be on her way to being fitted for a catsuit of her own!
Not essential, but I recommend checking out part 1 and 2 first:
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After a couple days in Countessa’s hands I was starting to see things in a different light. I was beginning to understand that Countessa and I-PRUDE were just trying to help me become a better agent and better person – just as she was helping Lexi and Lacey, too.
I had never viewed Countessa as so kind and pure of intent before! She told me that she would forgive all my past offenses if I could admit I had been ‘bad’ and show her ‘proper gratitude.’
Then she offered to train me to be a Very Good Agent, to teach me to follow orders obediently and be deferential and respectful – but only if I pledged to be open minded and willing to learn.
All I had to do was call her my Mistress and obey every little direction that she gave me. And the best part is, if I forgot something or made a mistake, she would give me a spanking or put me in ‘tied-up-time-out’ until I learned my lesson! I was grateful for her training and eager to prove it.
The funny thing about it is, after a couple sessions I didn’t even have to spend any more time in that silly looking ‘mind-molder’ chair thingie. I’m pretty sure that machine doesn’t even work!
Oh sure, the lights flash and you see pretty colors and the vibrating attachments of the seat oscillate and probe into you, but I don’t think it had any effect on me at all!
The past few days I mostly followed Countessa around and did whatever she ordered me to do. When she didn’t have any tasks for me, or she was busy at her desk, I simply knelt at her feet and waited patiently for her next command. I didn’t even have to think for myself!
She even gave me a new uniform to wear – she said it’s what all her trainees wear. It made me so proud that she wanted to show me off to everyone else while I was wearing it! The shiny latex parts of it reminded me of Countessa’s own sexy catsuit…I hope I looked as hot wearing it.
A short while ago, Countessa was summoned to the conference room to take a video call from Madame No. I followed along behind Countessa and stood patiently beside her with my hands clasped demurely in front of me. I hoped I looked obedient and respectful and ready to serve.
“Countessa,” Madame No began, her gaze from the video board flickering over toward me. “I called to check on the progress of our lovely blonde agent, but I can see from her vapid expression and vacant unfocused gaze that her submission is proceeding well?”
“Yes, Madame,” Countessa replied deferentially. “Agent Katie is proving to be even more pliant than I initially anticipated; her submissive responses seem completely innate and genuine.” She glanced over at me and grinned. “And she is proving to be the most delightful little fuck-toy, too.”
I blushed bright red and couldn’t hide a smile. I was embarrassed that Countessa would talk so openly about our private late night kinky fun times. Or that she would tell Madame No what her special pet name for me was, which was ‘fuck-toy.’ I thought that was our secret!
But I was thrilled that she called me ‘pliant.’ That means flexible, right? And being flexible is good, right? Especially when having kinky fun with Countessa, you have to be really, really flexible or you could pull a muscle!
“And conditioned responses?” Madame No asked Countessa.
“Fully compliant,” Countessa replied.
“What is her trigger to activate her programming?”
“Allow me to demonstrate.” Countessa turned to me. “Bend and grasp your ankles, agent.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied immediately, and bent forward. It wasn’t easy in these high heels, but Countessa had given me lots of opportunity to practice.
I felt a sharp sting as the palm of Countessa’s hand impacted the flesh of my rear. “Ohhh!” I gasped before biting my lip to stifle a happy moan. I could feel warmth and pleasure spreading through me, but especially pooling deep in my belly and between my legs.
I responded as I’d been taught: “Thank you, Mistress, for correcting my behavior. I pledge to do better. Now, who would you like me to kill?”
“No one today, agent,” Countessa replied. “But soon you will get the chance. You may stand.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I replied happily. I could still feel the warm handprint on my rear.
“Excellent work, Countessa,” Madame No congratulated her. “Soon, very soon, we will have an opportunity to put Agent Katie’s loyalty to the test.”
“Thank you, Madame,” Countessa replied with a slight bow.
“Make preparations for my arrival,” Madame No ordered. “I wish to see this for myself.”
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An insidious new villainess has Agent Katie captured, cuffed, and completely under her control.
In part 1, Agent Katie investigated the Catsuit Crew and tried to rescue her former recruit – who had been brainwashed by the Crew.
Unfortunately she herself was captured, and may be on her way to being fitted for a catsuit of her own!
Not essential, but I recommend checking out part 1 first:
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I had to agree with Lacey on this: it was ironic that I had worked so hard to recruit her into S.P.A.N.K. (the Syndicate for Propagation, Analysis and Normalization of Kink), and that now she and Lexi were planning to brainwash me into joining their Catsuit Crew.
One moment I thought I was close to rescuing Lacey, and the next I was their helpless prisoner, being taken deeper into the maze of their headquarters. It seemed like a sprawling complex for such a small organization. But architecture and overhead costs really weren’t my primary concern at the moment.
My primary concern was their talk of ‘indoctrination.’ That, and at my age I wasn’t sure I could still rock a catsuit like I used to.
“I think you’ll see things differently soon,” Lexi had said from behind me. “A couple days in the mind-reconditioning device and you’ll be one of us.”
“Yes, one of us,” Lacey had added in what seemed a reflexive response. “The mind-molder helped me see the way, to become one of us.”
Our first stop was in an ‘induction’ room where they stripped me, took my measurements, and performed a very thorough and intimate inspection. I’m not sure what they were looking for, but they sure didn’t find it there.
The pair affixed electronic ‘controller cuffs’ to my wrists and ankles. Unfortunately I’d worn these before. The cool surface was comfortable enough against my skin and the green lights embedded in them meant the controller functions were inert. When the lights turned orange, they’d actively control my movement.
When they turned red, they’d prevent any movement at all – and a jolting punishment was likely on the way! Probably a well-deserved punishment, but still, not really the fun kind of punishment.
After giving me a new bikini made of the same material as their catsuits (but in much more stylish maize and blue colors), we were off along another long hallway and into what Lacey called the ‘mind-molder room.’
The sterile-looking room was intimidating enough on its own, what with its soundproofed walls and ominous floor drain. The room was dominated by a tall rigid chair with decidedly wicked looking attachments. Scariest among those was a device hovering directly over the chair that looked like a high-tech headdress. Not the pretty tiara kind.
Obviously that chair was my destination – I mean I shouldn’t have expected a comfy sofa and champagne as the next stage of my imprisonment, right?
Lacey and Lexi seated me in the chair and pressed my ankles and wrists onto it. With a menacing click, the lights on the cuffs turned orange and strong magnets attached them to the chair itself. Lexi positioned a black U-shaped bar around my neck and secured its ends to the headrest behind me, while Lacey brought the ‘mind-molder’ device down over my head. Flat-ended pads extended to hold the sides of my head in place.
Then, abruptly, Lexi and Lacey turned and left the room. Only then did I notice the ‘spectator’ window set into the wall to my left. I saw their shadows moving away behind the reflective glass.
There was silence for a while before I saw another shadow approaching the door. When the door opened I couldn’t suppress a gasp of surprise. Suddenly all my questions about the Catsuit Crew were answered. And I realized that I was in much deeper trouble than I had thought.
“Countessa!” I sneered disdainfully. “I’m not surprised to see you here…I knew someone else had to be in control of those catsuited bimbos. I should have known I-PRUDE is running the operation.”
I was trying to sound brave and defiant, but the truth was, I was utterly intimidated by the woman before me. This wasn’t the first time I’d been in Countessa’s clutches. The woman was harsh, cruel, and uncompromising. Her presence was not good news for me.
She was also tall, drop-dead gorgeous, and as voluptuous as one of Ruben’s subjects. She was like liquid sexiness poured into a shiny latex catsuit and high heels. Her raven hair framed her fair skin, strong features, and eyes that pierced into your soul and stripped away your free will. Countessa was a domineering force of nature, she…
…sorry….what was I saying?
Countessa was also the 2nd in command of I-PRUDE, the Institute for the Prevention and Repression of Unnatural Deviant Expression. She reported only to the evil Madame No, and she was the Madame’s right-hand woman and favorite interrogator, and for good reason: she always got results. Which also did not bode well for me.
The opportunity to dominate and torment captured agents was just one of the perks of her job. And Madame No gave her free rein to operate as she saw fit. Which was really, really not going to work out in my favor.
We had a history…and the last time, I managed to escape. Which meant in her eyes, I ‘owed her one.’
The look on her face told me she was ready and eager to collect.
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An insidious new villain has Agent Katie hypnotized, mesmerized, and completely under his control.
The Brain’s ultimate plan is to mind control the entire planet, but he needed a test subject first.
He sought a desirable woman with submissive tendencies as a ‘volunteer’ – and he figured, who would be a better ‘lab rat’ than an Agent of S.P.A.N.K??
So how did The Brain get Agent Katie strung up helpless in his lab?
His mind control is so complete, that after he lured her to his lab, he commanded her to strip and collar herself. He even ‘suggested’ that she adorn herself with some lovely new piercings before locking her shackles to the chains.
Now, at the first sign of resistance, The Brain can encourage compliance with a mental tug on her new ‘slave jewelry.’
On the stand to Agent Katie’s left, he has a sample of a morphable polymer that he can form into any object at will to test his subject’s reactions.
He figures if he can compel Agent Katie to desire the most extreme and perverse objects his mind can conjure, then his control over her is complete.
(I guess he doesn’t know Agent Katie as well as we do).
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On the monitor behind Agent Katie, an alert flashes and live security footage appears.
Another Agent of S.P.A.N.K. is rushing to the rescue!
Will she arrive in time to spare Agent Katie further humiliation and torment?
Or will she end up as test subject #2?
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Also: there was an original inspiration for this idea and story, an image by Onetimebatwhom we both admire.
Go check out some of the very sexy artwork on his page, too!
This artwork is by my friend and collaborator AlucardsSpirit
If you enjoyed, go give him a look on his DA page!
The boglins carried me off into the passageways of the ship, continuing their noisy celebration and continuing to gratuitously grope and fondle my naked form. There was a brief kerfuffle when other boglins insisted on ‘getting their turn’ carrying me, though.
I endured much jostling and jolting as one set of boglins traded places with the other. I tried to point out that it might be easier to set me down and have the new group pick me up again, but my suggestions went unheeded amidst the raucous banter and laughter.
The thing I noticed about being manhandled by amphibians- or bog-handled?? – was the cold hands of the new group…apparently my body heat warmed the hands of the first group, so the new group’s cold fingers raised gooseflesh on my body all over again!
At least that’s the reason I told myself that my nipples were getting hard and I was gasping from cold hands grabbing at me. Certainly not because I was getting aroused from being bog-handled and carried around helplessly like a championship trophy.
NOPE! It was the cold hands, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
The boglins took me back to the ship’s galley we’d passed earlier. Of course, they took the long way around again, making almost another complete circuit of the ship. Along the way, more boglins joined in the procession and cheering, following along behind us.
I had to admit, being taken into and through a kitchen was a little unnerving, with the implications of cooking and preparing meals…but that was NOT what ‘The Chef’ was known for doing with his human female captives. He was much more interested in creating his culinary works of art. So far, that seemed to be their plan for me as well.
Through the galley we entered a large mess hall. As we entered, I saw tables and chairs pushed aside to create an open area with a large table in the center. Other boglins were standing around the table, which held the wriggling figure of Junior Agent Natalie.
Of course, even before we entered the large room I could hear Natalie’s loud cries and gasps. She was making quite curious sounds – they were somewhere between anguished tormented wails, and the sounds of a woman in the throes of passion.
As we got closer, I could see why. Junior Agent Natalie was stretched out on the tabletop on her back. Her fair skin was covered in a thick brown glaze of sorts, with small flakes of white on its surface. And a quartet of boglins was licking it off of her!
A fifth boglin was standing on the tabletop, pouring more glaze onto the parts of Natalie that had been licked clean…mostly her breasts and inner thighs, of course. He looked up as the procession entered the room. “Chef!” he called out. “We’re out of sea salt again!”
Grime gestured toward Natalie and her eager tormentors. “As you see, Agent Katie, your pretty young agent makes a very sexy and entertaining Salted Caramel Cheesecake. I provided the caramel and salt, she’s the cheesecake!” He laughed loudly at his own joke.
“You cretin!” I snarled at him. “Tell your minions to stop torturing her this instant!”
Grime put a hand to his ear. “Torture? Those don’t sound like the noises of a human female being tortured…no, sounds to me as if Agent Natalie is enjoying herself immensely. According to the telemetry from her collar…” He paused as he consulted a flickering screen. “…she’s had…seventeen orgasms since her capture.”
“Fiend.” I muttered. “She’s just a junior agent…she doesn’t deserve this!”
“On the contrary,” he retorted with an amused smirk. “You offered her as bait for me, and I took the bait – just as you intended. It’s not my fault you weren’t there to spring the trap. We’ve actually been kind, entertaining her while she waited days for you to rescue her.”
He chuckled as I looked at Natalie, squirming on the table, looking at me with pleading eyes. “And I must agree she does make effective bait…she lured you here, after all.”
“Yes, and here I am. I submitted, as you demanded. Now set her free, like you promised!”
Grime took on a surprised look. “Oh, no, no, dear Agent Katie. I never promised to set her free. I only agreed to let you take her place. And you will…here on this table, right now.”
“You lying, no-good, scum-sucking, sorry excuse for a space frog, mother-f….”
“Agent Katie!” Grime interrupted. “Please, let’s be civilized about this. One more vulgar outburst, and I’ll have the boys wash your mouth with soap along with the rest of you!”
Grime turned to the boglins still happily lapping at Natalie’s glaze-covered flesh. “That’s enough for now, boys…it’s time for Agent Katie to take her place. Take Agent Natalie to get cleaned up and restrained inside a sleep pod…I’m sure she could use a break.”
The boglins on the table groaned, but followed orders. They lifted her to a sitting position and tried to help her to her feet, but she was too weak to stand. A few more boglins joined them and together they carried the softly moaning girl out of the room.
“Be strong, Natalie!” I called to her as she disappeared. “I’ll get us out of this!” I hoped I sounded more confident to Natalie and the boglins than I did to myself.
Grime pushed a button and the table cleaned itself of the residue that had dripped off – and from – Agent Natalie. His minions laid me on my back on the table and stretched my arms and legs out toward the corners. I heard my shackles click as they turned red and attached to the tabletop. No amount of tugging or squirming could make them budge.
“You boys get the lovely Agent Katie washed while I go collect our ingredients,” Grime instructed before walking away to a chorus of ‘Agent Girl Sundae! Agent Girl Sundae!’
“Dammit, Grime, I will make you pay for this…” I looked anxiously at the boglins stepping closer with buckets of water, soap, and scrub brushes. “I’ll make you all pay for this!”
I’ll say one thing about Grime’s boglin minions, they took their jobs seriously. When he instructed them to ‘wash me,’ they took their time and were extremely thorough. I thought I was pretty clean when the first group gave me a once-over, but then a second group stepped up to start the process all over again. Such attentive little creatures!
Grime, Gorman and Brat soon returned with pitchers and small containers. Grime shooed the cleaning boglins back, but let them stay for his ‘next culinary masterpiece.’
I eyed them warily. “Grime, I’m as kinky as the next girl, but this is ridiculous. You think a little bit of groping and licking is going to break me? I just need to hold on until Director Alucard gets ahold of your boss! You’ll never get me to talk, you perverted freak!”
Grime replied with a sneer. “I don’t need you to talk at all, Agent Katie.” He motioned to Gorman. “I actually find gagged moaning just as alluring as loud begging. And if you’re silenced I don’t have to listen to your insults any more.” He grinned as Gorman stuffed the plug part of a panel gag into my mouth and buckled it tightly into place.
I ‘mmmphed’ angrily and tugged against my restraints. I know the little show of defiance was exactly what he wanted to see and hear. But it made me feel a little better.
‘The Chef’ began by pouring a thin cream over my abdomen, coating my breasts and making a puddle of it on my tummy. “This is the finest dolce de leche,” he explained while Brat and Gorman spread it all over my flesh with their bare hands. “I prefer it to ice cream because despite the nice effect cold has on human female nipples, ice cream makes captives flail about too much. I prefer to see my artwork writhing sensually.”
He had a point. The warm cream moistened my skin and made the boglins’ hands feel slick as they roamed all over me. I suppressed a sigh. I couldn’t deny that it felt like a warm oil massage. If I closed my eyes and imagined a hunky masseuse, anyway.
Next, Grime poured lukewarm chocolate sauce in thin strips and little puddles everywhere. I saw Gorman and Brat with wide eyes and broad grins, licking their lips.
“Not yet, boys,” Grime warned after seeing their eagerness. “We still have to add the finishing touches.” He produced a colorful aerosol can and popped off the red plastic top. “One of my favorite human inventions,” he mused, shaking the can and then shooting a stream of whipped cream directly into his mouth.
He leaned over me and moved the nozzle in circles to create little mounds of whipped cream over both my breasts and between my legs. Now THAT was cold! “Sorry about that,” he chuckled as I flinched. “It has to be cold to create a firm, perky little mound.”
I glared at him as the cold made me flex my hips and my chest rose and fell rapidly.
He set the can down and picked up a small container. “And now, for the ‘pièce de résistance’ that might cause you to lose your ‘résistance.’ He plucked out individual cherries and carefully placed them on top of the mounds of whipped cream.
“Voila!” He cried, making a ‘chef’s kiss’ motion while ginning down at me. All the boglins watching from around the room cheered. “Agent Girl Sundae! Agent Girl Sundae!”
I was filled with apprehension as the three closed in around me. My eyes flickered between each, wary of what was to come next. I could see the rest inching closer to get a better view. I began tugging against my restraints and twisting my shoulders and hips.
I heard a click and noticed that the lights on my shackles had turned green. Suddenly, I could twist and pivot my arms and legs, although the shackles still clung to the tabletop.
“Oh, yes, my dear Agent Katie,” Grime teased. “Please feel free to writhe and wriggle to your heart’s content. In fact, I encourage it! The more energetic your struggles, the more my boys and I will try to make you squirm. And the more delightful work of art you’ll be!”
“Mmmmm…Mmmmh!!” I pleaded through the gag. I instinctively tried to scoot away, but the shackles wouldn’t let me lift my arms or legs, or move myself across the table.
Gorman was the first to make contact with me. He met my gaze as he stuck out his long thin tongue and began to lap at the sole of one of my bare feet. It tickled, especially with the slick cream on my smooth skin, and I squealed into the gag. I tried desperately to pull my foot away from him, but I was helpless to do any more than flex my foot around. My thigh began to tense and tremble when I couldn’t escape his relentless foot licking!
I saw movement to my side and saw Brat leaning over the edge of the table toward me. I recoiled with a squeaking noise into the gag and tried to slide my upper body away.
He laid his wide flat tongue against my side and licked up the line of my ribs until he reached the side of my breast. The scratchy surface of his tongue made me flinch and try in vain to roll my body away. If I turned and lifted my body away, he continued tickling my ribs. When I’d fall back onto the table, he’d continue to tease and lap at my breast.
“Nnnngh! Unnnh…ahhh!” I couldn’t keep myself from crying out as I squirmed and flailed between the fast-moving tongues of my assailants. “Nnnnuhh! Nuh! Nuh!” I was actually grateful for the gag, or I’d be screaming and wailing much louder than Natalie had!
Grime paused and watched his boys get me worked up and writhing before he joined in. When he was ready, he climbed back on the table and stood ominously between my splayed legs. He waited until I made eye contact and then gave me a wicked look. He was enjoying seeing me thrashing about and hearing my increasingly agitated cries.
My eyes grew wide when I saw the triumphant look on his face. He was more than just a proud artist at the moment. He was more than a hunter toying with his prey.
He was savoring every moment of my defeat. I’d thwarted and humiliated him for so long. He was going to take his time and indulge in dominating and humiliating me.
“Why, Agent Katie,” he sneered. “You look deliciously helpless. I already know how those ingredients on top of you will taste. I want to know how you taste on the inside.” He pointedly looked down between my legs as he knelt and put his hands on my legs.
“Nnnnuhh! Nuh! Nuh! Nuh!” I shrieked, beginning to panic. Brat and Gorman already had me close to a sensory overload. If he joined in…by licking and lapping at me…I’d lose it!
Holding on to my shins, he ducked his head between my thighs and used just the tip of his tongue to probe at my most vulnerable intimate spot. I squealed and tried to scoot further up the table, but his tongue reached much further than I could move away!
“Unnnngh…unf…unnhh…ungh…” My muffled protests were giving way to whimpers and moans. He’d just begun, and I was already losing control over my own body. Before long I’d succumb to what would likely be the first of many orgasms. Oh, no…I’m going to cum screaming in front of all of them! How in the hell did Natalie endure this for three days??
My body was trembling uncontrollably, my legs and arms tensing. My abs clenched. This was it, I was going to capitulate and give Grime the submission he wanted.
“WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?” A booming voice came from just above me and echoed in the room. Grime froze and his head snapped up toward the giant holo-screen that had lit up just over my head. An angry-looking boglin stared down at me.
“Boss!” Grime said, shocked and fearful. “I was just gonna call you! Look who I caught!”
“I just had an unpleasant call from Earth,” the ‘boss’ continued. “Hunting treaties with Earth help keep the peace and protect Earth’s human female supply from depopulation. The MiB are willing to overlook a little over-hunting, but you’ve gone too far this time!”
“But boss!” Grime protested. “This is Agent Katie! She’s been preventing us from filling our hunting quotas…she’s in violation of the treaties, too!” he whined.
The boss looked thoughtful. “You do have a point. This does warrant further discussion.”
“Great! So we can continue enjoying our Agent-girl Sundae?” Grime said hopefully.
“NO.” the boss replied forcefully. “Bring her to me.”
to be continued…
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Ok, ok, this one went really long…but I was having so much f’n fun with the scene I just kept going!
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See my WordPress site for a version without the whipped cream topping…
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I did my best to stay still and passive and let the tractor beam pull me up into Grime’s ship. Once I rose higher than my house, though, I began to fidget nervously again.
The problem was, since I was ‘floating’ I had no leverage, nothing to push against. My shackles were still rigidly clamped together. As I wriggled, my hips, waist and shoulders pivoted in different directions but my ankles and wrists stayed locked in parallel.
That kinda freaked me out, but the more I tried NOT to move, the more I fish-tailed around! When I moved my head, my hair swished slowly around and into my face. And when I pulled my shoulders back, my breasts began lifting up into the beam’s pull!
By the time I passed through the ship’s portal and into a cargo area, I was contorted and still rising, as TV personality Ms. Maisel would say, ‘tits-up!’ When I could see inside, I saw more of Grime’s crew waiting to receive me like a welcoming party. How sweet!
The ‘sweet’ little boglin minions were all too happy to grab ahold of me and pull me out of the green beam, causing me to roll and pivot even more. When I felt the tug of gravity return, I dropped into their arms face down.
I could feel little hands holding my shins, thighs, hips, shoulders – and cupping my breasts! My rear was jutting up into the air, and a boglin was grabbing me there, too! And I think one was caressing my bare feet! No…he was licking my feet!
“Hey!! You little monsters! Stop that!” I cried out, wriggling and squirming as hands grabbed and groped everywhere. “Get your hands off me, you damn dirty…amphibians!”
They replied with a chorus of laughter and then a couple started chanting: “We got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie!”
What the…how do all these guys know who I am…and why are they so excited?
I knew this did not bode well for me.
They slowly rolled me over onto my back, their hands now cupping under my shoulders, knees and rear…and still playing with my bare feet. Then I saw something that helped explain how they knew me by sight: there was a huge wanted poster of me on the wall!
“WANTED! AGENT KATIE!” It read in big red letters. “FOR MEDDLING, BEING AN ANNOYING DO-GOODER, A CLOYING TRY-HARD, HIGH MAINTENANCE, DIFFICULT TO WORK WITH, AND OTHER GENERAL CRIMES AGAINST BOG-MANITY.”
“WHAT??” I cried. “I am NOT difficult to work with!”
“We got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie,” they continued as they carried me out a side door leading from the cargo hold into a long passageway.
We passed a doorway where I heard anguished female cries begging for mercy. It didn’t sound like Junior Agent Natalie though – how many women did they have on this ship?
We took a left turn, and then another. We passed a control room where other boglins waved and cheered. Then another left turn, past a galley and a sauna that smelled like a putrid swamp. And then one more left turn, and…
…we were back in the cargo hold, entering through a door opposite the one we exited.
Grime, Gorman and Brat were standing there, looking impatient. “Where did you idiots go? Where did you take her?” Grime demanded.
“Victory lap! We got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-get Ka-tie!”
“You mean I got Agent Katie, you morons!” Grime face-palmed with his long fingers. “Whatever. Let’s take her to her other agent so she sees what we have planned for her.”
“Agent-girl Dessert tonight!” one cheered jubilantly.
“We gonna have an agent-girl cherries jubilee, Chef?” one asked hopefully. “Or agent-girl berries and cream?”
“Oh! What about agent-girl a-la-mode?” asked another.
Grime grinned and motioned for his crew to settle down. He stood next to me and looked slowly up and down my naked form still resting in the arms of his minions.
“No, I think we need to think bigger than that…something very special, a way that we can all enjoy her for a very long while…”
“AGENT-GIRL SUNDAE!!!!” Brat and Gorman yelled enthusiastically, and high-foured each other again. The rest of them joined in another chorus while they carried me away again.
“We got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie, we got A-gent Ka-tie!”
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I stood there glumly in my failure, half-naked and held at gunpoint in my own bedroom.
My carefully laid trap for the alien rogue hunter ‘Grime’ had been discovered; my junior agent had been captured and was being tortured by his crew, and I was soon to join her.
With a little luck, I might be able to rescue her and find a way for both of us to escape. If not, my hope was to win her freedom by taking her place as a prisoner aboard the boglins’ ship. That, of course, depended upon my captors honoring their agreement.
Grime was also known as ‘The Chef’ for his practice of turning his captive human women into food-themed works of art and sexually tormenting them for the amusement of himself and others. Soon, I would join the list of those he’d humiliated and degraded.
I was also about to find out what was worse than being half-naked and held at gunpoint in my own bedroom – to be fully naked, collared, shackled, and transported elsewhere!
Despite my promise to ‘go quietly,’ Grime and his boys insisted I be restrained first. Brat, the smallest and youngest boglin – and the most enthusiastic – came bouncing back into the room holding a set of high-tech restraints with glowing lights. “Gots ‘em, boss!”
“Can I do the stripping of her, boss?” asked Gorman, the boglin holding the gun on me. “Long time it’s been since a prisoner shot-got! Reeeeeel good I’ve been! Pleeeease?”
“Wait, you don’t need to strip me,” I cried. “C’mon, at least wait ‘til we’re on your ship?”
“You’re right, we don’t need to strip you,” Grime said, looking me up and down.
“You don’t?” I replied, surprised. “I mean, no, you don’t! Yes, thank you!”
Grime chuckled. “No, I mean you should strip yourself!” His crew laughed loudly, too.
“You guys suck,” I muttered while I lifted my crop-top over my breasts. As soon as it was over my head, I looked around and saw all three of them staring at me hungrily. Gorman actually licked his lips. Their eyes bulged as I wriggled my panties down over my hips.
“Hanns back, hooman agent girl,” said Brat from on the bed behind me. I grudgingly placed my wrists in the small of my back, resting my hands on my rear. I felt Brat’s cold hands grip my arm and then a cool surface wrap around my wrist and latch tight.
After he placed the second one on me, I heard a soft click and the shackles pulsed. I looked over my shoulder and noticed the lights on them had turned green. I also found I could move them slightly. I could twist my wrists and arms, but not pull them apart!
With my wrists restrained, Gorman finally holstered his alien pistol. Brat tossed him two shackles and Gorman knelt before me to attach them to my ankles. His slimy fingers gripped my lower leg and lingered there far longer than they needed to.
Brat tossed the last restraint to Grime so he could collar me himself. In different circumstances, I might consider the act of him collaring me symbolic of him claiming me. In this case, though, I considered it simply him keeping his prisoner in control.
He looked up at me, our height difference suddenly quite significant. He wasn’t going to be able to collar me without my help. He pointed to the floor in front of me. “Down.”
I laughed. “No. There’s no way I’m kneeling for you, you nasty woman-poacher. What are you, like three feet tall? Or three feet short?”
Grime frowned but didn’t reply. He plucked a gadget from his belt and pressed a button. With a buzz the shackles at my wrists and ankles snapped together with a ‘clack’ sound.
I could no longer twist my wrists around; the parallel shackles held them together rigidly. I could see the lights on my ankle shackles had now turned a glowing red.
“Brat, if you will, please,” Grime said, motioning toward me with his fingers. Brat gave me a firm shove in the back, and with my ankles locked tight, I had no choice but to fall forward onto my knees. “Thank you, Brat,” he said with a grin.
Grime stepped forward with the collar open and reached out toward my throat. Despite my instinct to resist, I knew it was futile. The collar was going on, one way or another. I lifted my chin up and exposed my neck to him in a sign of my submission.
The rigid outer shell of the collar had a softer rubbery material inside. It felt cool and smooth around my neck. Like the shackles, it adjusted to make a snug fit on my skin.
Grime pressed a button and the shackles unclasped from each other while staying firmly about my ankles. I looked down and saw the lights had switched back to green. Another button press, and the collar itself seemed to be propelling me upward. I had to scramble to my feet to avoid having the collar choking me. I could see its red glow.
“I believe you now understand you are utterly within my control, Agent Katie?” he smirked. “I could make you dance like a puppet if I wished.” He chuckled. “Perhaps later. But now, I believe it is time to transport you to my ship.” He gestured toward the door.
I was able to take short steps in my green-lit ankle cuffs, while the red-lit wrist cuffs kept my arms pinned behind me. The red-lit collar tugged and nudged me along as Grime wished, through the house and out the patio door into my backyard. He positioned me in the center of the yard before pressing the button that snapped my ankles back together.
I looked around expectantly, waiting to see what would happen next. I didn’t have to wait long. With a low hum, a column of green light enveloped me from above. Nothing else happened for a moment. Then I suddenly felt weightless, and began rising into the air!
The sensation of floating while tightly bound was so unnerving! I wriggled and thrashed briefly until I relaxed and gave myself over to the force lifting me up into the light. I glanced down to see Gorman and Brat high-fouring each other.
“Agent Girl Dessert tonight!” they cheered triumphantly.
The last, lingering image I saw as I ascended into Grime’s ship was my captor’s smug smiling face while he watched his prize being loaded into his ship. I didn’t know yet exactly what his plans were for me, but I knew I likely wouldn’t enjoy them…and that whatever they were, they were completely, utterly out of my control.
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