Alucard and I hope you’ve enjoyed this bit of cheesy B-Movie and Basic Cable TV nostalgia.
All the previous episodes are saved in a Gallery on my home page:
‘The Creature from the Black Lagoon,’ ‘Slave Girls from Beyond Infinity,’ ‘Barbarian Queen,’ ‘Earth Girls are Easy,’ ‘Barb Wire,’ ‘Night Trap,’ ‘Mars Attacks,’ ‘Big Bad Wolf,’ ‘Candyman,’ and ‘Weird Science.’
Here are links to a few, but check out the gallery on my DA page for the rest!
No promises, but do you have any suggestions for next week’s Throwback Thursday??
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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!
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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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.”
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Alucard was clearly enjoying his dominion over his bound captives. And not just enjoying the view; he hovered over Loud and me, teasing and taunting us in our helplessness.
I figured it would be just a matter of time before he either began playing with us, punishing us, or both. He’d have to untie us sooner or later to do that, right?
I was wrong on all counts.
Director Alucard had many, manyfriends, colleagues, business partners and contacts across the world, across interstellar space, and across alternate dimensions. He knew there were others out there who wanted Loud and me even more than he did—and would pay handsomely to get their hands on us. Or tentacles. Or whatever they had.
In Loud’s case, it was Goto the Intergalactic Space Toad. Goto had claimed and collared Loud previously, but she had escaped him some time ago. Unfortunately, Alucard had no choice…Goto laid claim to her, and Alucard had to turn her over to him—but at least he was still able to collect a generous bounty for handing her over.
In my case, it was the ogre who’d kept me captive beneath the streets of Royal Oak last year. Yeah, that one…the one in the pimp suit with the goblin minions. He must have had some leverage over Alucard, or some other claim on me, for Alucard to return me to him. I’m not sure what Alucard received in return, but he never fails to profit on a trade.
So instead of freeing us, he called his henchmen into the room and told them to bring some more substantial restraints. Alucard personally put the leather-and-steel collars around our necks and attached heavier-than-necessary chain leashes.
Next, our legs were untied, so that thick leather cuffs could be put around our ankles. Then our hands were untied and the wrist ropes replaced with cuffs as well. Only then were our gags and the remainder of our harness ropes removed.
Moments later, Alucard was turning us over to our new owners. Goto himself arrived to take possession of Loud. My ogre, however, simply sent a goblin minion to retrieve me.
I barely had time to give Loud one quick goodbye kiss, and then we were being led away into different directions…perhaps never to see each other again!
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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This very sexy image created by Alucard’s Spirit. Go check out his page!
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So my friend Loud and I were working on a collaboration together…hanging out at my place, working on some new ideas for some Kinky Fun Times (™) Just minding our own business. Maybeplaying around a bit with some ropes and gags.
Well, apparently Alucard got a little jealous. Or maybe just a little bit irked that he was left out. So he and a few henchmen dropped in for an unannounced visit.
Next thing you know, both Loud and I find ourselves a little tied up. Ok, a LOT tied up.
Like miles and miles of rope, wrapped around sensitive bits, and making sure you KNOW you’re tied up kind of tied up.
I guess you could say Loud and I learned a little bit of a lesson: make sure we include Alucard in our plotting and plans!
“No, Ladies,” Alucard said, standing over us looking rather proud of himself. “Your lesson is just beginning.”
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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Here’s something a little different…Agent Katie’s not in peril in this image…(at least not yet, anyway).
I appears as if she’s trying to lure someone…for something…but is it an undercover assignment? Or an attempt to seduce a mysterious paramour? Or simply an attempt to feel sexy for herself in her down-time?
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’s Spirit. Go check out his page!
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This would be my last weekend in the downtown condo for a while. I had another week of wrap up on my current mission, and then I’d be moving on to another out-of-town assignment the week after. I wanted to make the most of my last couple days in the city.
After a solid day filing reports at my little desk with the lovely view of the city, I decided to go out for a drink before I relaxed by myself for the evening. It gave me a reason to get showered and do my makeup and hair, and wear some sexy lingerie under my cocktail dress. Dressing up, even if just for myself, helped me feel good about myself, made me feel sexy and confident.
Of course, I wasn’t just dressing up for myself. I’d sensed his presence earlier in the day, though I never saw him. Sitting at my desk centered in the grand bay windows, I felt eyes on me. I looked around outside briefly, scanned the balconies in the buildings around me, but I knew it would be in vain.
I’d never actually see him, he was too good at what he did. But it was flattering to know he was watching me and preparing.
The trendy and expensive nightclub was only a few blocks away, so I walked there by myself, stiletto heels clicking on the pavement. I got more than a few looks, and I saw someone turn and follow me to the entrance of the nightclub. The bouncer ushered me right in, leaving my admirer stranded outside. That was ok; he wasn’t the one I wanted following me.
One cocktail at the bar turned into three as I chatted with the bartender and the occasional would-be suitor. Had I wanted, I could have brought any of them back to the condo with me, but they weren’t the ones I wanted, either. They were amusing and their attention felt good, but it wasn’t the attention I was seeking.
I thought I might have caught a glimpse of him through the crowd, but the movement of people around the busy club obscured as quickly as they revealed. It didn’t matter; he wouldn’t approach me in the club, anyway. He was just observing, waiting, watching to make sure I followed my routine and ended up where he expected me to be.
A couple hours later, I broke the hearts of the last two guys chatting me up at the bar, and left alone—after sliding the bartender a massive tip for watching out for me. You could never be too careful about spiked drinks and handsy drunks in this town.
I walked briskly back to my condo building, heels skittering on concrete a little faster this time. My confident stride kept anyone from approaching or following me this time, but I saw the glances as I passed. I felt his presence again too, felt his eyes upon me as if they were something tangible. I smiled at the comforting feeling of having him watch me—as if somehow he was watching over me protectively, even though I knew his intentions were anything but honorable.
Upstairs, I opened up the drapes of the condo and looked out over the city at night. It was beautiful, all the lights outlining the shapes of the building and the avenue that followed the shoreline. I lingered, enjoying the view and the hum of the city until I felt those familiar eyes upon me again.
I turned the lights down a bit, but left the curtains open. I lit candles and placed them around the room, filling the space with a warm glow. Then I slid off my heels and slipped out of my cocktail dress, letting it fall to the floor. I’d pick them up later; for now, I wanted to enjoy being partially exposed and visible in my black lacy lingerie and stockings.
I put on some music and swayed to the rhythm, moving from room to room, making a fresh cocktail in the kitchen, dancing slowly back out to my desk in the bay window, then carrying my iPad back to the bedroom. I set down my drink on my bedside and opened the iPad to the saucy book I was enjoying. Then I stretched out on the bed, in full view of the open window.
I’d read for a while until my book and the images within heightened my arousal. If I remained alone tonight, I’d find a hot passage and bring myself to a climax, or swipe through other sexy images until I came. But somehow, I knew I wouldn’t remain alone tonight.
I knew he was out there. And I had a feeling this would be the night he would make his move.
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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?
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!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of SPANK discord server, send me a private message.
KatieD 