Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

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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Image created by @AlucardsSpirit.  Go check out his page!

Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!  #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.

And look for part 4 soon!

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Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

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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Image created by @AlucardsSpirit.  Go check out his page!

Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you!  #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!

If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.

And look for part 3 soon!

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