‘Hard-Ass Amy’ of S.P.A.N.K.

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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!

And here’s a little bio I put together for her:

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Name: Agent Amelia ‘Amy’ Swallow
Nickname: Hard-ass Amy

Country Origin: USA
Age: 45

Job: Senior Agent / Supervisor, Agents of S.P.A.N.K.

(Syndicate for the Propagation, Analysis and Normalization of Kink)

Interests/Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Research, Crime Dramas, Stock Trading

Personality type: ISTJ / Type A

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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Under the Desk

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This very sexy image is a continuation from my previous posts:

Lovely Ladies Tied Together

Lovely Ladies Sold to New Owners

Bite of the Whip

The Ogre’s Pet

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“This is the human girl who caused you so much embarrassment – and lost you all that money? Vinny’s latest client was a big ugly hobgoblin named Skuz, a truly detestable creature that even ogres looked down on…and HE was looking down on ME!

“She doesn’t look like all that much,” he continued. “I mean sure, she’s got nice tiddies and a round ass…for a human. But she’s so tiny…humans are so fragile…I’m always worried I’m going to break one of them.” He looked like he was willing to try, though.

“This one’s surprisingly tough,” Vinny replied. “You should have seen how many lashes she took with the energy whip just at lunch time.”

“Ah, that I would have liked to see.” The hobgoblin raised an eyebrow. “Still, she can’t be worth that much to you…let me take her off your hands. I can put her to work in the milking stalls. Or the wrestling pits. The Arachnoids are always looking for human pets.”

It was bad enough they were talking about me as if I wasn’t even there. It was worse they were discussing such horrific fates. Suddenly ‘harem wench’ didn’t sound so bad.

“No, Skuz,” Vinny said slowly. “I think I’m going to keep this one around for a while.”

The hobgoblin scoffed. “You’ve gone soft, Vinny. After this one killed your client and escaped, the traders began to talk. They sense weakness. They say your slaves lack discipline, you’re cutting corners on training. Someone’s going to move on your turf.”

“That would be their mistake. I’ve dealt with the incompetents,” he said as he drew a line across his throat, “and this slave is back in my possession. What more do they want?”

“The boys don’t like you getting attached to her. She’s just a slave, Vinny. Makes you look weak. You know she’ll try to escape again. What makes you think you can train her to be loyal?”

Irritated, Vinny made a fist. “She’s already being trained…one session with the energy whip and she’s already obedient to anything I command.” Vinny hoped he was correct.

“Oh?” Challenged the hobgoblin. “Prove it.”

Vinny turned to me. “Well, girl? You going to embarrass me again, or you going to prove this douchebag wrong? Keep in mind, if you fail, you’re leaving here on his leash.”

I gulped. Vinny might be cruel and depraved, but he was a much less disgusting option than Skuz. “I’ll…I’ll prove him wrong, Boss. I won’t disappoint you.” I swallowed hard and bowed my head. “What would you like me to do, Master?”

I heard a jingle of metal, a zipper, and then Vinny’s trousers slid down to his ankles. He reclined in his seat and spread his knees apart. “Under the desk. You know what to do.”

I responded with a silent sigh and a nod of my head. I dropped to my knees and crawled around his huge leg and underneath the desk.

“Damn!” Skuz laughed. “Ok, maybe you do have her obedient this time.” I saw him adjust himself in his trousers under the desk. He scooted his chair back to watch.

I positioned myself between Vinny’s legs. That same fat cock I’d experienced the last time I was here dangled in front of me at half-mast. I started to lean forward.

“Not yet, girl,” Vinny said, starting to close his knees on me. “Those pants cost more than it cost to buy you. Pick ‘em up and fold ‘em.”

I was glad neither of them could see me roll my eyes. I pulled Vinny’s trousers off his ankles, folded them neatly, and moved back into position. “Now may I please, Master?”

“You may.”

I leaned forward again, taking his huge cock in both hands, and lifted it toward my mouth. I remembered the weight, the heft of it…the thickness…the taste…

I went to work, saving my own skin, and probably saving Vinny’s, too.

“Fuck,” Skuz said breathily. I could hear fabric moving behind me as he stroked himself. “I’ll give you fifty thousand credits for her, right now.”

“No. I want 150.” I nearly choked. Not just because they were discussing my price tag with me in the room, but because that was actually a lot of money.

“What?” Skuz yelped. “She’s good, but no way she’s that good.”

Vinny let out a grunt as I drew back with as much suction as I could muster, and my thumbs circled around that spot he liked. I grinned, despite the cock in my mouth, to hear I pleased him. If he was going to defend me, I was going to give him good reason.

“Oh she has many many more uses than just this. Why don’t you stick around a while tonight, and I will show you.”

Vinny sucked in a deep breath as I squeezed his balls with one hand and stroked his shaft with the other. He was so close, in a moment, he wouldn’t be able to form words.

“Yeah, stick around. In the morning I’ll give you another chance to make a decent offer.”

to be continued…

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‘Dangerous’ Agents of S.P.A.N.K.

Art by Alucard

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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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Dreaming of Druuna

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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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Agent on Hold (pt 2)

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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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Katie Needed a Break!!

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A few people noticed I didn’t do my usual 7am post this morning.

I’ve posted 23 days in a row, my 2nd longest streak.

But work’s been pretty relentless this week, and last night I just sat staring at the computer trying to work up the text for the 3rd image in the ‘F*ck I just sat down’ series.

I was pretty brain fried and didn’t want to crank out something substandard just to keep a streak alive.

Plus, the reactions to the last couple significant writing pieces I shared with friends were really disappointing. As someone who thrives on positive reinforcement, I was feeling pretty flat.

Finally, I said ‘F*ck it,’ shut down the laptop, made a drink and sat on the patio with a book. I just needed a break (and apologies to those I didn’t return messages to, either).

So here we are: technically I’m keeping the streak alive with this ‘Katie Needed a Break’ image. But disclosure: I ain’t got nothing for tomorrow yet, either.

So I’m going to find me a nice quiet place outdoors to relax and rejuvenate and get some fresh air and ponder some new ideas. Perhaps take a cue from my friend MenchiMenagerie and get some beach time before summer is over.

It’s not like I’m going to find any drama or peril just hanging out alone on a beach, right??

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F*ck, Now What??

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For crying out loud!!

I just want to have a quiet chill and chat with friends on my Agents of S.P.A.N.K. Discord server.

But of course, the moment I relax…there’s a big thump noise.

It’s not the cats…they’re asleep in their tower thingie.

Other than them, I’m home alone.

Maybe if I have another glass of cabernet I can forget all about it.

I’m sure it’s nothing, right?

Back to Discord, the guys want to brainstorm ideas.

Another thump.

Sigh. F*ck, now what??

Another thump.

Grudgingly, I get up to go see what it was.

I head into the bedroom. I don’t see anything amiss.

Well, as long as I’m in here, I might as well get my pajama bottoms on.

I slip off my tights and I’m about to slip my panties off, when…

…oh shit…did that door just move??

to be continued…

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I Just F*cking Sat Down!!

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Another long day…

I finally get home, slip off my heels and bra, put on stretchy tights and a soft crop top..

pour a glass of cabernet…

put my feet up and pick up my phone to chat on discord…

and I hear a thump.

What the…

I’m sure it’s nothing, right? Back to discord.

Another thump.

Sigh. What now? I just f*cking sat down!!

Well, screw it. I don’t even care what it is. I’m not getting up!

Another thump.

to be continued...

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The Ogre’s Pet

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

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This very sexy image is a continuation from my previous posts:

Lovely Ladies Tied Together

Lovely Ladies Sold to New Owners

Bite of the Whip

Image created by Alucard’s Spirit. Go check out his page!

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A few hours later I found myself standing beside Boss Ogre’s chair with his arm draped possessively around me—while he went on with ‘business as usual.’ I stood there silently with my arms folded behind my back and a shiny new collar at my throat.

At times it was as if I wasn’t even there, as he held discussions with clients and underlings. But the eyes of his visitors upon me and his degrading comments about me were a constant reminder that I was present, on display and as a conversation piece.

I was still too angry and humiliated—and more than a little frightened—to relax. Every time I did try to settle myself and appear calm and indifferent, he would do something to keep me on edge—nudging me closer, sniffing my hair, even casually drawing his huge thumbnail over my nipple. Or he’d joke with a client about using me to ‘close a deal.’

Earlier, my punishment with the energy whip had dragged on and on, and might have continued longer if a henchman hadn’t interrupted and announced that a client was waiting. “Awww, damn, lunch is over already?” he had growled. Then he lifted my chin with the handle of the whip. “Don’t worry…I take a coffee break later.”

I whimpered and sagged in the ropes holding my wrists aloft, thankful that the vicious whipping was over, if only temporarily. My backside throbbed and burned from the dozens of lashes he’d given me, and my body was coated in a sheen of sweat. I could only fearfully imagine what my poor tender flesh looked like after all that abuse.

I’d cried out, loudly, and often. Vinny the Boss wasn’t just punishing me for escaping and losing him money…he was making sure I knew that I was his property to do with as he pleased. Being the Boss Ogre’s possession and totally at his mercy was actually quite alluring in many ways…when I had a moment’s respite to think about it, anyway.

Cautiously I had turned my head to look behind me, expecting to see my flesh torn and ravaged by the energy whip. Instead, I was relieved to see only an aesthetically pleasing pattern of crisscrossing red stripes that were already fading while I watched. The pain and burning sensation lingered, but there was no permanent damage to be seen!

He had left me there to hang limply in the ropes and recover while he put his dress shirt and tie back on, and slipped his jacket around his massive shoulders. When he returned to my side, he slipped a shiny new collar around my neck…slim and elegant looking, but no less secure. The fact that it looked more like fine jewelry than a typical control collar reinforced his promise that he’d claimed me for himself this time.

Now I stood there on display by his side for all to see, while he held his meetings and bragged about how I was back in his possession again. He’d lost some pride as well as suffered financially when I’d gotten away, and now he wanted all the underworld to know he had his captured Agent of S.P.A.N.K. back under his control, and as his personal pet.

to be continued…

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Bite of the Whip

Art by Alucard’s Spirit

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This very sexy image is a continuation from my previous posts:

Lovely Ladies Tied Together

Lovely Ladies Sold to New Owners

Image created by Alucard’s Spirit. Go check out his page!

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Only a couple hours later, I was back in Boss Ogre’s clutches. The goblin henchman dragged me into his office by my chain leash, with my wrists still cuffed behind my back. Vinny the Ogre leered at me, but didn’t get up from behind his massive hardwood desk.

He instructed his henchmen to remove my collar and cuffs, bind my wrists with rope, and then string me up from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Once I was standing there naked and helpless with my hands pulled over my head, he shooed them all away.

“You disappointed me when you took off,” Boss Ogre rumbled, in a mealy-mouthed voice that reminded me of Edgar the Bug from Men in Black. Who, apparently, Director Alucard also knew from his agency. “I offered you a good life, but you ran away.”

“You dressed me in a harem outfit and offered me as a concubine to an intergalactic crime lord,” I shot back. “Not exactly the kind of life a girl dreams of when she grows up.”

“You would have been well kept and comfortable,” he shrugged. “Until he decided to eat you, anyway.” He stood and removed his jacket and dress shirt, laying them over the back of his chair. “But I think this time I’ll keep my little pink-skin humie girl for myself.”

“Why? What do you want with me, Vinny?” I already knew I’d regret asking. Standing there with his muscles and fat bulging out of his ribbed white tank top made him look all the more grotesque. I didn’t even want to think about what he wanted.

Boss Ogre reached into a desk drawer and retrieved what looked like a wooden baton. “You cost me a lot of money when I had to renege on that deal. Made me look bad. You gots to answer for that.” He stepped around the desk and advanced toward me carrying the wooden thing. “That’s part of it, anyway.”

“What…what are you going to do to me?” I tried to keep a tremble out of my voice. “What’s the other part of it?”

“The first time, my boys kidnapped you,” he said. “But this time, you’re bought and paid for, fair and square.” He thumbed a button on the baton, and a thick yellow glowing filament extended from the end. It hummed and made a crackling sound as it grew.

Boss Ogre stood beside me and put one meaty hand around my middle to hold me still. He leaned in close and took a deep sniff of my hair and sighed. “That means you’re my property, and I want to make sure you remember that this time.”

“What…what is that thing?” Now I couldn’t disguise the fear in my voice.

“This little thing? It’s called an energy whip.” He brought it closer to my rear, and as it neared contact with my flesh, it sizzled and crackled loudly. “I’d tell you that this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you, but that isn’t the tiniest bit true.”

“Wait, Boss, I’m sorry,” I pleaded desperately. “Please, you don’t have to do this, I’ll obey, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I know I don’t have to do this,” he chuckled heartily. “I want to.”

“Fuck you, Vinny.” Knowing that begging wouldn’t help, I turned to defiance.

“No worries, ‘pinkie,’ there will be plenty of time for that, too.”

to be continued…

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