Stress-Testing the Outfits – and Agents

Every movement sends waves of pleasure through Agents Katie and Cecy and their ‘smooshed’ bodies.

Worse, their ‘tormentor’ has made sure that staying still is almost impossible for them.

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An hour earlier:

Agents Cecy and Katie admired themselves and their new outfits in the mirrors at the Silverspun Boutique. Both were outfitted in shiny latex bodysuits of differing colors: Cecy in her traditional yellow, and Katie in her customary royal blue. When the S.P.A.N.K. R&D Department sent them to be fitted for prototype action uniforms, they had no idea how sexy they would be.

The bodysuits were much like long-sleeved leotards, covering their torsos, shoulders and arms while leaving their hips and upper thighs bare. Matching leggings rose up to their mid-thighs. An added feature was that at the ends of their sleeves, the latex encased their hands all the way out to their fingertips – and their feet were similarly covered to their toes.

But unlike most leotards, instead of being lycra or spandex, these were made of more restrictive latex. The quality of these bespoke materials the agents were testing was so good, though, that the agents were enjoying stretching and trying its flexibility. After extending her hands high above her head, Cecy bent to reach for her toes.

< SMACK! > Agent Katie took the opportunity to give the brunette beauty a swat across her rear.

“Owww!” Cecy cried, turning to give her friend a pained look. “What was that for?”

“Couldn’t help myself,” Katie replied with a shrug. “You end up – well, ‘end, up’ – so often that when I see your taut little butt I just have to smack it!”

Laressa, the alluring redheaded proprietress of Silverspun Boutique, watched the two playful women with amusement. She’d had no idea who the S.P.A.N.K. Agency would send over to test out her newly invented latex gear. Unless all their agents were as perky and sexy as these two, she had definitely lucked out. She subconsciously bit her lip with a soft ‘mmm-hmmm’ as she watched. ‘Such delightful little subjects,’ she mused.

Finally the two agents turned to face Laressa happily. “These outfits are amazing!” Agent Katie beamed. “I never knew latex could be so form-fitting, it’s like the material is expanding and contracting on its own.” The slightly flushed look on her face told Laressa just how much the curvy blonde was enjoying the constricting feel on her upper body.

“Yes, I can’t wait to try them on a mission,” Cecy gushed. Laressa could almost see the emojis in her voice as she spoke. The more youthful and outgoing brunette agent was saucily vamping in front of the mirror, as if posing for her InstaAgent account. “We will definitely recommend them to the agency. I’m going to hate to give you the outfits back.”

Laressa grinned. “Oh they’re yours to keep, dears. After all, they’re custom-fit to your, ummm…individual shapes.” Laressa had to fight to keep herself from blushing at that. ‘Be cool,’ she admonished herself. ‘You almost have them right where you want them.’

“Really?” Agent Katie practically squealed, her eyes alight. “We can keep them??”

Cecy giggled happily. “OOH, I might just wear it out of here! I can’t wait to show it off!”

“Just two things I ask,” Laressa smiled brightly at the pair.

“Name it!” Cecy blurted out.

“First, some feedback, please?” the redheaded beauty asked. “What do you think of the style and fit?”

“I love everything…but I wonder…” Katie paused, not want to offend the seamstress. When Laressa nodded, she continued: “Instead of a flat crew collar, what if the collar rose up snugly over the neck a bit? Like a closed mandarin?”

Laressa appeared thoughtful. ‘It’s because that’s where the flange of the hood tucks in,‘ she mused to herself. “Interesting idea,” she agreed. “Let me get something so I can visualize the outfits with a collar.”

Laressa moved to a nearby cabinet and returned with two thin strips of black latex. “I don’t have any color-coordinating ones, but we can see how these look.” She proceeded to wrap the flat bands around their necks and fasten them at the back.

Agent Katie was surprised to see that the latex bands had a matte metal ring affixed to the front – when Laressa had mentioned a collar, she really meant a collar! Still, neither she nor Cecy objected. After all, it wasn’t like it was the first time either woman had been collared.

“There!” Laressa said, turning them both toward the mirrors. “I think you’re right, a higher collar on the bodysuit would work well.” She grinned. ‘I can always affix the flange on the outside,’ she mused.

“What was the second thing you wanted from us?” Cecy asked, eager to fulfill Laressa’s requests so the outfit could be hers.

“I’m glad you asked,” Laressa murmured. “I want to get some images of you modeling them in a typical setting. It will help with my final presentation and bid to the agency.”

“Of course!” Agent Katie replied. “Anything we can do to help.”

“Yay! Action shots!” Cecy chirped.

“Well, then right this way, dears,” Laressa said with a broad smile and pleased tone. She took each woman’s arm, holding them just above the elbow, and guided them to a door at the back of the fitting room.

Laressa led the two eager agents down a flight of stairs to a large open room lavishly appointed in black, burgundy, and cream accents. The furniture looked overstuffed and sumptuous, with many tasteful accents and seating for about two dozen people.

What caught the agents’ eyes though were the furniture and fixtures along the outer walls of the great room. What could best be described as ‘bondage stations’ were spaced around the perimeter, with black glossy wood and padding and shiny metal hardware. Between the stations there were burgundy louvered doors set into the walls.

Cecy froze, looking around in awe. Katie raised one eyebrow and glanced at Laressa, who had a wry grin on her face.

“I did say, ‘a typical setting,’ didn’t I?” Laressa said nonchalantly. “It’s my understanding you agents spend a lot of time captured and in bondage, do you not?”

“Well, yeah, but…” Agent Katie began.

“It’s not my fault, I’m new!” Cecy blurted out. When the other two women turned to look at her, she shrugged sheepishly. “I mean, it’s not like I try to get captured…”

“Aaaaanyway,” Laressa chuckled. “Let’s find out if these latex outfits help or hinder your attempts to get free, shall we? I want to make sure I’m delivering the best possible product.” To herself, she added: ‘And I’d bet you both squirm so delightfully…’

Agents Katie and Cecy exchanged glances. Laressa had a point. They had been sent here to test the prototype outfits for more than just look and feel. They DID need to stress-test the outfits a bit, too. And if they happened to have a little bondage fun while testing, well…it was for science, right? The agents nodded their assent.

“Excellent.” Laressa stated. She retrieved a handful of restraints and methodically put cuffs on each woman’s wrists and ankles, connecting the manacles behind their backs but leaving their ankle shackles separated. She maintained a controlled expression, but Laressa’s cheeks flushed a bit as the unsuspecting agents allowed her to move them about and restrain them.

The two waited patiently with their arms cuffed behind them while Laressa retrieved a few more items. “My, what a lovely pair you make,” she told them when she was ready. She took a moment to appreciate what that was doing to their posture, pulling their shoulders back and pushing their chests forward. “Not pinching in the shoulders at all?”

“Not at all,” Katie piped up. “I bet I could stay like this for a while.”

Cecy giggled at that, and Laressa raised an eyebrow. “Good to know,” the seamstress mused with a nod. “Let’s get you posed for some action shots.”

Agents Katie and Cecy followed her obediently across the large room to one of the sets of louvered doors. Opening the doors revealed a small, bare room with plain walls. The only features visible were rings set into the walls and ceiling, and a round metal plate on the floor. Laressa motioned for the women to step inside while she waited at the doorway.

“Now then,” Laressa directed, slowly looking her restrained beauties up and down. “Please kneel facing each other.”

With their wrists clipped together behind them, Cecy and Katie carefully lowered themselves and shuffled around on their knees until they were oriented front to front. They exchanged bashful looks, realizing how close they were to each other while restrained in an awkward stance.

With their arms pulled behind them and on their knees, the two agents were a little unsteady and wobbled until they could find their center of balance. In that position, the snug latex bodysuits accentuated the lift and heft of their breasts – which were suddenly rising and falling more quickly with their excitement and anticipation.

“Agent Cecy, hold there,” Laressa commanded. “Agent Katie, move a little forward and to your left.”

Katie complied, shuffling on her knees a little closer to Cecy until the women were so close she could feel the heat from Cecy’s body on her neck. Cecy, meanwhile, was breathing more rapidly, her eyes flitting about anxiously.

“Perfect.” Laressa nodded, making eye contact for a moment with each, giving them a reassuring look before stepping forward to stand at their sides.

Abruptly, with a quick smooth move, Laressa slipped a long strap around them both at waist level, eliciting gasps of surprise from the two agents. As Laressa pulled the strap tight, it yanked both women forward, nearly pulling them off their knees, making them collide chest to chest into each other.

“Eeep!” Cecy squeaked as she crushed into Katie, who reacted with a soft “ohhhh…”

Both agents had to adjust their balance on their knees while Laressa kept drawing the belt tighter, ending with their bodies leaning together from hips to breasts. Their faces were so close together that the two sort of bobbed and weaved around each other, trying not to bump noses or chins.

“Now take a deep breath,” Laressa commanded. Still somewhat in shock by being pressed together, both women complied without thinking. “Excellent,” Laressa enthused, cinching the strap even tighter and fastening it.

That left both women with their chests full and their abdomens compressed as if they shared one corset – and only allowing them to take short shallow breaths. Agent Cecy looked worriedly at the more experienced Agent Katie as if looking for some reassurance that everything was going to be alright, but Agent Katie looked just as anxious.

Before the two agents could regain their composure, Laressa slipped another strap around their upper thighs. This time she slowly pulled the strap tight, encouraging the women to wriggle their legs toward each other and nudging each woman’s own thighs tightly together.

The strap nestled itself around their upper thighs just below the curve of their rears. Laressa continued tightening the strap until it indented the soft flesh of the backs of their legs, causing the women’s hips, pelvic bones, and vulvae to compress together. Just like that, their bodies were joined from knees to chests.

When Cecy realized her most intimate area was pressed tight against Katie’s, her eyes flew wide open, her jaw dropped, and a crimson flush crossed her face. She whimpered softly. She could feel the rush of heat and moisture between her legs, and she knew from the way Katie’s thighs clenched against hers, the blonde agent was experiencing the same.

“Laressa,” Agent Katie whined with a strained voice, “do we really need to…” her voice trailed off into a sharp intake of breath as she felt her own rush of arousal flaring through her.

“I’m sorry, agents, if I’m making you uncomfortable,” Laressa cooed in a tone that suggested she was not sorry at all. “If you can just be patient a bit longer, I’ll get the images that I need and can send you on your way – with your new outfits, if you still want them…”

Despite their embarrassment and discomfort, both agents immediately shook their heads. Cecy was the most emphatic. She really wanted to keep the outfit, and they’d already agreed to this much…she could endure a little bit more. And it wasn’t like it was unpleasant having her body crushed against her mentor’s. “It’s…it’s ok…” she breathed, nodding some more.

Agent Katie agreed as well, and tried to add some levity. “I’ve been in tighter spots…just not together with my protege like this…we are…well…it’s a bonding experience!” She looked at Agent Cecy and saw the young agent blush deeper and look away. Agent Katie was pleased to see the growing enjoyment of their situation was mutual.

“Very well, if you’re certain, we can continue,” Laressa said, probing their resolve. While making eye contact with each, she was fighting to suppress a smile. She was surprised how easy it was to get the agents to consent to even further indignities. Making it about ‘keeping the outfits’ was an easy way to distract the women from having to admit they were enjoying being bound tightly together.

Now that Laressa had the agents well secured – and submitting to her whims – she moved more quickly around them, completing her arrangements. She connected tethers to their paired wrists and anchored them to the rings in the wall behind them. The line was just taut enough to lift their wrists off their rears and cause the women to lean their upper bodies into each other some more.

She then affixed a short lead between their two collars that forced the women to keep their faces close together. If they pulled their foreheads more than a few inches apart, the lead between their necks grew taut.

Finally, she fastened their ankle cuffs together. Narrowing their stances made their predicament much more precarious, and the agents wobbled together, in danger of falling over sideways together.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you something to help you stay upright in a moment,” she promised. “But I have to admit, I like the idea of you being a little on edge and off balance. Speaking of ‘on edge,’ let’s get you girls a little more intimate.”

“Wait, what?” Agent Katie stammered.

Instead of answering her, Laressa moved directly behind Agent Katie and reached forward over her shoulders. She unzipped the front of the latex bodysuit, exposing the top of Katie’s chest and causing the agent to take a sharp intake of breath. Laressa continued unzipping down through Agent Katie’s cleavage before tugging the top of the bodysuit open, peeling it back over her shoulders and down Katie’s chest until the hapless agent’s breasts were exposed.

“Laressa!” Katie gasped. “I don’t think, ummm…” Agent Katie’s voice trailed off as she saw Cecy’s shocked face across the span of their chests. She looked down to see the front of her exposed breasts flattened into Cecy’s latex suit. As Cecy squirmed in alarm, Agent Katie felt her unencumbered nipples slide across the smooth yellow material.

Agent Katie also began to squirm but found her movements even more restricted than before. The blue shiny material had become bunched up below her breasts and around her upper arms, crushing her bare biceps into her exposed ribs and constricting her upper body. The flesh of her breasts spilled out over the top and were being nudged to the sides by Cecy’s still-constrained chest.

“Oh, now isn’t that better?” Laressa cooed. She traced her fingertips down the upper curve of Agent Katie’s breasts before circling around the sides and sliding a couple fingers underneath. Then she slowly pulled upward, nudging Katie’s breasts back in front of Cecy’s chest and squeezing Katie’s cleavage back together. As her fingers slid higher, they snagged on Agent Katie’s newly hardened nipples before bumping over them.

“Nnnnnnnghhh…” was Agent Katie’s only verbal response. Her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes became unfocused for a moment as the sensations flowed through her.

Agent Cecy was still stunned into silence, her mouth agape while watching Laressa’s hands working over Katie’s breasts.

“Oh don’t worry, cutie, I haven’t forgotten about you,” Laressa assured Cecy, looking over the top of Katie’s head at the brunette beauty.

That caused Cecy to look up at the redhead for a moment before quickly breaking eye contact. “I…ummm…okay…” Cecy stammered.

Laressa chuckled softly at that. “You were hoping you were next, weren’t you?” she said while letting go of Agent Katie and circling behind Cecy. She paused for just a moment until she saw the barely perceptible nod of Cecy’s head. Then she began to repeat the process, unzipping Agent Cecy’s latex suit and freeing her breasts.

With Agent Cecy, Laressa wasn’t just caressing and teasing her bare breasts…she was also making sure both women’s breasts rubbed together. Not only did she tweak her hardening nipples, she clutched Cecy’s breasts and aimed them so that her nipples were poking and tracing over Agent Katie’s skin.

After a moment, Laressa stepped to the side and put a hand between the shoulder blades of each woman. With firm pressure, she squeezed their upper bodies together again. “My friends and I call this ‘smooshing,’ it’s quite the fun activity, especially once you both get sweaty and slippery,” she teased. “Let me see some squirming back and forth between the two of you lovelies,” she commanded.

By now Agents Cecy and Katie were beyond any mild embarrassment or inhibitions. Still giving each other furtive looks, they obeyed Laressa’s command and wriggled their bare chests, emitting low moans and gasps as the pleasure roiled within them.

Laressa stepped back to give herself a better view, her face flushed almost as crimson as her hair. She nibbled on her lip and tugged at her collar, suddenly feeling rather warm. After a moment she shook her head in an attempt to regain her focus and self-control. “Yes…delightful…I think we’re ready for the final step,” she said. If the two writhing agents heard her, they didn’t respond.

“I promised I’d give you something to support you so you don’t fall over,” Laressa continued. She pressed a button on the wall near the door, and a humming noise came from the floor directly beneath Cecy and Katie.

Agents Katie and Cecy stopped their squirming and opened their eyes as they felt something rising out of the floor, nudging first between their knees, and then pushing upward between their thighs. Unable to see directly below them, they glanced at Laressa in surprise instead – who only gave them a knowing smile.

The cool steel post continued gliding up their legs and into the minimal gap at the top of their thighs – the one spot their bodies were not yet completely pressed together. As soon as it stopped rising, its top flared outward to make contact with the thin latex covering the agents’ outer labia.

Then – just as Agent Katie realized what was about to happen – it began to vibrate.

Both agents gasped and squealed. Their squirming and writhing began again, though for very different reasons than before. This time, they didn’t need Laressa to command it.

“Laressa, what…” Agent Katie fought to form coherent words. “Why…I mean…I thought you wanted to take pictures…”

“Oh, I have been…” Laressa replied smoothly. She pointed to a camera above the door. “The whole time, actually.”

“How long…” Cecy murmured, “do we…ohhh….do we…”

“I’m actually not sure,” Laressa said with a thoughtful tone. “I don’t want to short-change your pleasure.” She moved to the doorway. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to go fetch a chair. And a drink.” Then the redheaded seamstress laughed to herself. “Maybe make some popcorn, too.”

Agent Katie groaned and Agent Cecy moaned.

“Tell you what, my lovelies,” Laressa continued. “If you can hold off cumming until I return so I can watch, I’ll let you both leave with your outfits right away.” She paused to let that sink in before detailing the consequences if they failed. “If you cum before I return, though, I’ll spend the weekend taking you on a circuit of all the stations out here in the main room.”

That elicited some more soft moaning and whimpers from her captive agents.

“Hmmm…that sounds like a lot of effort for little old me, though…” Laressa mused. “I might have to invite some friends over to help.”

Now the sounds from her captives sounded more like wails of desperation.

“Alright, then,” Laressa said with a happy smile. “You hang in there, and I’ll be back in a while.”

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Moments later, Agent Cecy was the first to speak. “Katie…how long until she’s back…I don’t think I can hold on much longer…”

Katie clenched her teeth and muttered in response: “I don’t think…I can…either…and…” she gasped and groaned. “If you give in, there’s no way I’ll stop…”

“What do…ohh…we do?” Agent Cecy wailed in desperation.

“Kiss me…” Agent Katie breathed. “Maybe we can cover the noise…”

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Laressa leaned against the wall beyond the door, listening to the delicious sounds of her lovely captives trying in vain to mask the unmistakable sounds of their first of many orgasms. She grinned and looked around her expansive dungeon playroom with all the implements of pleasure and torment.

‘Let’s see,’ she mused to herself. ‘Which station should each of my new pets visit first?’

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Fridays are special training days for Agent @Cecyme Medina around the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. server.

She’s publicly put through her paces by agents and villains alike.

She’s such a good sport – and reacts so delightfully – and looks so good doing it!

The past couple weeks she’s surprised me with some special artwork…so today, on Friday, I wanted to return the favor and have a little image commissioned for her!

Hope you enjoy it, my sweet friend! MWAH!!

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This sexy kinky fun times image is a commission from my friend and collaborator MenchiMenagerie

Please go give MenchiMenagerie a visit over on his page and show him some love! He’s definitely worthy of your kinky fun times commission budget!

Here’s a great example of one of our projects together: Testing, Just Encase

He’s a lot of fun to work with and his commission rates are very reasonable. Please go check out his DA page, give him some positive reinforcement, and consider working with him!

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! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!

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Rescue Gone Awry on Froglin Island

Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

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Agents Cecyme and Katie set off to rescue a fellow agent from the amphibians on Froglin Island.

Arriving as bikini-clad sunbathing tourists on an isolated beach, they made their way inland on their mission.

But Cecy wearing bright yellow while trying to sneak around might not have been the best choice!

The sexy agents barely made it a hundred yards into the jungle before the froglins surrounded them.

Katie and Cecy submitted to having their hands bound behind them and were marched through the jungle.

They were actually surprised the froglins didn’t strip them, but were thankful for the apparent oversight!

On the way to their village, the agents learned that the agent they came to save was already gone.

She’d made an escape attempt, only to be caught in quicksand, and then nabbed by another predator.

The froglins were more than happy to have two more agents to take the place of the one they lost.

Once the two were securely bound to a post, the little cretins sang and danced in a circle around them.

Both the agents became increasingly anxious about what plans the pint-sized predators had for them.

They’d already learned in the amphibians’ dungeon just what horny little bastards the froglins could be – and just how badly they desired human women!

They knew they were in for a hoppin’ hottie time in Froglin Village tonight!

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This little adventure started with an amphibian assault that set out to capture as many Agents of S.P.A.N.K. as possible. Follow along with the rest of the storyline from links in this post:

Here’s a censored image of what Agent Katie endured:

There are more images from this series on our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. Discord server in the # agents-mission-photos channel.

If you’d like to see them, and hang out with 100+ really fun and awesome peeps, PM me for an invite!

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These sexy kinky fun times images are all by my friend and collaborator @AlucardsSpirit.

Thank you for making this the BEST YEAR EVER!

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Negotiating the Captive’s Release

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Agent Katie BRAVELY agrees to submit herself to take the place of the innocent bound captive.

The thing is – the kidnappers never asked her to…

see part 1 here:

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Agent Katie lowered her firearm and stared at the bound captive wriggling on the floor.

The naked woman had been both blindfolded and gagged, with her wrists tied behind her back in coils of thick rope, and her ankles also lashed together. She had been left lying face down on the filthy wood floor, in obvious discomfort due to her quite ample chest compressed below her. Agent Katie could tell, despite the blindfold, that the captive was an exceptionally pretty girl of Hispanic descent.

Agent Katie was mesmerized watching the dark haired girl rolling back and forth trying to get comfortable, trying to relive the pressure on her shoulders and neck. It was an intensely erotic scene and Agent Katie couldn’t help imagining herself in the captive’s place. It was just…so…hot…watching her writhing blindly. As if the woman sensed her presence, the bound prisoner lifted her head and ‘mmmphed’ in Agent Katie’s direction.

Agent Katie was startled when two weaselly looking henchmen strolled into the room, but not nearly as surprised as the minions were.

When the toadies entered the room to check on the brunette model they’d kidnapped, the last thing they expected was to see an armed woman in the room. They sure didn’t expect to see a curvaceous blonde in strappy heels, a micro-mini skirt, and a sleeveless blouse with an open plunging neckline. Certainly not one that fit almost the exact profile of the kind of girl they were supposed to be ‘recruiting’ for their customer.

It was so unexpected, in fact, that they had let down their guard and left all their gear and weapons in the other room.

Well, whoever this intruding blonde was, the hapless henchmen knew they weren’t getting paid enough to get shot over a naked brunette that didn’t even match the customer’s wish-list. They glanced at each other, trying to decide whether to raise their hands or make a run for it.

Before they could do either, the blonde woman said, “Oh, shit,” and her shoulders slumped. The minions watched as the blonde set her pistol on the floor and kicked it over to them.

“Alright,” Agent Katie said, showing her empty palms out to her sides. “You’ve got me. Look, guys, take me instead, ok? I’m a trained professional, so fair’s fair, you do whatever with me, I can handle it…but let this poor innocent girl go, ok?”

“Uhhh…” mumbled one dumbfounded minion. He glanced at the other, who was equally confused about what was happening. The first looked down at the blonde’s pistol lying at his feet, before looking back up at the pretty blonde now raising her hands over her head. “Uhhhhh…” he repeated.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, I know the drill,” Agent Katie nodded. “You want me to prove I don’t have any other weapons.” She sighed audibly. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her miniskirt and shimmied her hips to slide the garment down her thighs. While she stepped out of the puddled fabric, she grasped the hem of her blouse and pulled it up over her head. After tossing it on the floor near her skirt, she said, “Oops, these too,” and slipped out of the straps of her heels.

The minions watched open-mouthed as the curvy woman raised her hands above her head and performed a slow 360 degree turn. “See? No tricks, nothing else hidden anywhere.” When she completed her turn, clad only in her bra and thong, Agent Katie sank to her knees beside the bound woman. She sat back and tucked her heels against her rear, again raising her hands up to shoulder height. “I’m no threat to you now.”

“Well, uhhh…good?” the second henchmen stammered.

Agent Katie glanced back and forth between the two befuddled toadies, seeing the disbelieving looks on their faces. “I understand, you still think I’m trying to trick you, like as soon as you untie the girl I’m going to attack you or something. I get it.” She paused, looking around the room. “So, like, if you need to restrain me first, that’s legit. You guys have some cuffs or something?”

“Uhhh…sure..?” the first murmured. “We’ve got some more rope and tape in the other room…”

“Cool, cool,” Agent Katie nodded. She looked down at the bound girl beside her. “We’re not going anywhere, are we sweetie? Hang on, this will all be over soon and you’ll be free.”

“MMMMPHH??” the blindfolded and gagged Hispanic girl replied.

The two henchmen stepped aside, whispering. “What the actual fuck is going on here?” the first asked his partner.

“I dunno, but go get the fucking rope, ok? The blonde chick checks off every box on the customer’s list. He’s gonna pay us so much we can throw in the brunette chick for free.” He gave the first guy a shove to hurry him out of the room.

“This your ropework?” Agent Katie called out to the remaining minion. “Those are some pretty good knots, considering how thick the rope is. She wasn’t going to get out of those on her own.” Agent Katie gave the weaselly-looking henchman a wry look. “Trust me, I know.”

“Yeah, that’s my rigging,” the minion replied proudly, while surveying the curvy blonde’s body and deciding where he was going to place the ropes on her. “I guess if you’re so experienced, I’m gonna have to get creative if I’m gonna impress you.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll try,” Agent Katie scoffed. Suddenly she pointed to where her pistol lay abandoned on the floor between them. “Hey, pick up my firearm and put it someplace safe, will ya? It already looks like I scuffed it on the floor.”

While the minion stooped to pick up the discarded sidearm, the first guy called from the other room. “Hey, there’s a shit-ton of rope an’ tape in here, how much you want?”

He stood tall over Agent Katie, looking down at her, eyes roving over her lingerie-clad body, and winked. Agent Katie blushed and looked away.

“ALL OF IT!!!”

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SO HEY…we all owe Alucard’s Spirit some gratitude for this one…he intended yesterday’s image as a fun one-off.

The image and idea were very popular, and there were many ideas and requests for ‘what comes next.’

Despite being pretty busy in RL, he decided to surprise us with a follow up today.

And as a thanks, I made sure to write a little extra for it.

I hope you’ll all appreciate it too, and show some love and gratitude in the comments.

Better yet, go check out his page and show some love at Alucard’s Spirit !!

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Agent Katie to the Rescue?

Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

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Agent Katie comes across a bound, gagged and blindfolded captive of a trafficking ring.

She pauses for a moment…the tied up woman looks just…so…damn…hot…

I mean…how is she supposed to rescue the poor damsel, when…she really just wants to trade places with her??

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This sexy kinky fun times image is from my friend and collaborator @AlucardsSpirit

If you enjoyed, go check out his page for even more kinky fun times!

Thank you for making this the BEST YEAR EVER!

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CROP of Agent Katie Stew

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Just a CROP of a sexy fun image by @AlucardsSpirit of Agent Katie of S.P.A.N.K.

Agent Katie combines some safari vacation time with a biological and cultural study.

It appears, though, she’s learning more about the natives’ culinary traditions than she anticipated.

Go check out his page for the full un-cropped image, and so many more Kinky Sexy Fun Times images and stories!

Why only a crop?

I don’t have a story or vignette to add to his work, if I can’t add value I don’t want to just repost his work!

And I want you to go see the full image on his page and give him some kudos.

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The senior senator of Agent Katie’s state mentioned a ‘Congressional Junket for the Biological and Cultural Study of Habitats and Customs.’

What Agent Katie (and a planeload of lobbyists and federal employees) heard was: ‘all-expenses paid safari vacation at taxpayers’ expense.’

Can’t blame a girl for being curious about other cultures and unique traditions, can ya?

It appears that Agent Katie is going to get a VERY up-close and personal education on their culinary skills and traditions.

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This sexy kinky fun times image is from my friend and collaborator @AlucardsSpirit

If you enjoyed, go check out his page for even more kinky fun times!

Thank you for making this the BEST YEAR EVER!

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CROP of Agent Katie Carried to the Village

Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

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Just a CROP of a sexy fun image by @AlucardsSpirit of Agent Katie of S.P.A.N.K.

Agent Katie combines some safari vacation time with a biological and cultural study.

It appears, though, she’s going to get a very intimate tour of their village!

Just a CROP of a sexy fun image by @AlucardsSpirit.

Go check out his page for the full un-cropped image, and so many more Kinky Sexy Fun Times images and stories!

Why only a crop?

I don’t have a story or vignette to add to his work, if I can’t add value I don’t want to just repost his work!

And I want you to go see the full image on his page and give him some kudos.

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The senior senator of Agent Katie’s state mentioned a ‘Congressional Junket for the Biological and Cultural Study of Habitats and Customs.’

What Agent Katie (and a planeload of lobbyists and federal employees) heard was: ‘all-expenses paid safari vacation at taxpayers’ expense.’

Can’t blame a girl for being curious about other cultures and unique traditions, can ya?

It appears that Agent Katie is going to get a VERY up-close and personal immersive cultural experience!

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This sexy kinky fun times image is from my friend and collaborator @AlucardsSpirit

If you enjoyed, go check out his page for even more kinky fun times!

Thank you for making this the BEST YEAR EVER!

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

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CROP of ‘Prisoner of I-PRUDE’

Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

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Just a CROP of a sexy fun image by @AlucardsSpirit of Agent Katie of S.P.A.N.K. in the back of a white panel van (again) in the clutches of I-PRUDE (again).

Go check out his page for the full un-cropped image, and so many more Kinky Sexy Fun Times images and stories!

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You know, as my friend @a1rgos mentioned over on Alucard’s post, I-PRUDE might not be trying to rid the world of kinkiness, but actually control it all for themselves. (The Institute for the Prevention and Repression of Unnatural Deviant Expression)

After all, they’re the ones running around kidnapping and stripping agents, tying them up and gagging them and taking them away, all the while wearing sexy skin-tight catsuits. Curious…

Thankfully the vigilant and indefatigable Agents of S.P.A.N.K. will never let that happen!

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This sexy kinky fun times image is from my friend and collaborator @AlucardsSpirit

If you enjoyed, go check out his page for even more kinky fun times!

Thank you for making this the BEST YEAR EVER!

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Kidnapped College Cuties Katie and Susan

Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

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“Another nosy bimbo!” one of the male voices chuckled. “You’d think these sorority bitches would have enough sense not to go snooping around at night!”

Bet you didn’t know that before they became Agents of S.P.A.N.K. Katie and Susan were sorority sisters together at Michigan!

Go Blue!

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“Susan, I’m telling you, those guys in that van are up to no good! They’ve been out there all day, staring at girls walking in and out of the house!”

“Katie, you’re being silly. It’s just a couple dudes with a work van. While you were off at class, they were going into the houses up and down Sorority Row with clipboards and badges. There’s nothing sinister going on.”

“I don’t know…they seem kinda creepy. The one was staring at my ass. And for crying out loud, they’re in a white panel van with no side windows and no logos on it! How obvious can they be?”

Susan sighed. “Katie, please. If they were staring at your ass, you must have been flaunting it. You probably shook it at them. I wiggled my tits at them and got whistles!” She laughed. “Just forget about them, ok?”

“I guess,” Katie mused. But the rest of the afternoon and through dinner, she couldn’t get them off her mind…she just knew they were up to no good!

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Hours later, the guys in the white panel van were still parked under some trees beside the sorority house. Despite Susan’s discouragement, Katie couldn’t get it out of her mind. She needed to do something!

She snuck out the back door with her flashlight and circled around a couple houses so she could sneak up behind them. She tried to peer into the grimy back windows. They were a little tall for her, so she stepped on the bumper – but slipped on the evening dew coating it!

She landed hard on her butt and her flashlight rolled away. Before she could reach for it, she saw feet and legs in front of her. She turned to scramble away and ran into legs behind her.

“Another nosy bimbo!” one of the male voices chuckled. “You’d think these sorority bitches would have enough sense not to go snooping around at night!”

His hand clamped over Katie’s mouth and she was dragged around the side between the van and the trees. She struggled as best she could, but the men were strong and they weren’t just trying to contain her, they were stripping her!

Her shoes went first, leaving her trying to kick at them with her bare feet. Then her shorts and panties were pulled off, and while one man held her upper body tight and kept her silenced, the other bound her ankles with rough rope.

Next she felt her tee shirt being torn away, and heard another ripping sound as it was torn into a cloth gag. Now that she was silenced, both men could work to bind her wrists and wrap rope around her chest. Then they began to drag her toward the side door of the van!

‘Oh, Susan, why didn’t I listen to you?’ Katie chastised herself. She whimpered into the gag. Susan wasn’t always the smart careful one, but she’d been right this time…this time, she was…

…the door slid open and Katie saw Susan inside, also stripped naked and bound with ropes, with silver tape over her mouth! Katie stared, wide-eyed. Now she knew why the guys said ‘another nosy bimbo.’

Katie was dumped into the van beside Susan and she squirmed closer…being close to Susan always made her feel a little more safe, even when they were in a perilous situation.

She looked up into Susan’s eyes, giving her a quizzical look, wondering what happened to ‘just forget about them.’

But the scowl on Susan’s face was clear: ‘I don’t want to hear about it.’

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This sexy kinky fun times image is from my friend and collaborator @AlucardsSpirit

If you enjoyed, go check out his page for even more kinky fun times!

Thank you for making this the BEST YEAR EVER!

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Agent Katie visits The Manor pt 4

Art by Jonut21

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Art by Jonut21 Go check out his page!

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Determined to track down the mysterious (and kinky) Greeblies, Agent Katie checks into The Manor to investigate the ‘Sinister Sisters’ and their connection to ‘Jonut 21, LLC.’

Not critical, but recommend you check out parts 1 -3 first!

1. 2. 3.

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The Sinister Sisters and their little helpers began to methodically transform me into theiridea of what a ‘proper young lady’ should be. They made those intentions known by keeping up an incessant commentary while they ‘fixed’ everything that was wrong with me.

Their remarks consisted mostly of insults about my ‘indecent’ clothing and ‘hussy’ appearance and ‘uncouth’ behaviors. In between the disparaging criticism they maintained a running play-by-play of how I would soon learn ‘proper decorum’ and to be ‘docile and respectful.’

“Mmmhopp! ‘At’tsh ‘eean!!” My muffled protests at their mean and nasty jabs and degrading treatment mostly went ignored, though occasionally they’d respond with a sneered “this is what impudent strumpets deserve,” or “your deplorable behavior leaves us no choice.”

Their contempt for my revealing attire helped explain their connection to Countessa and Madame No, and the rest of I-PRUDE (the Institute for the Prevention and Repression of Unnatural Deviant Expression).

I would have pointed out the irony and hypocrisy in putting me in bondage and fetishizing me – if I wasn’t gagged. At least I didn’t deny or hide my desires for kinky sexy fun times! Unfortunately, despite the collar and tight belts, I wasn’t quite having a kinky fun time – at least not yet…

The Sinister Sisters worked diligently on ‘improving’ me for the next two or three hours – it might have been longer, because ‘time’ at The Manor did not seem to flow naturally. They worked with a practiced yet unhurried ease – I obviously wasn’t their first guest to be transformed.

Eloise’s role was to dress me in the frilly feminine outfit she had selected for me. Berta’s role was to keep strict control of me and move me about as Eloise needed. She was careful to only move or adjust the minimum restraints necessary – such as only releasing my arms long enough to slide them through the sleeves of the tiny dress.

The Greeblies were instructed to assist Berta in keeping me subdued, which they did with enthusiasm. They were effective partially because they physically kept firm grips on me, and partially because their wandering hands kept me off guard. I was constantly dancing on my tiptoes to avoid groping hands and probing fingers. Cold, pale, thin, creepy probing fingers.

Eventually, they completed my transformation into a ‘somewhat more respectable girl.’ Their ‘somewhat’ qualifier made me wonder what else they expected, but I doubted anything I could say or do would change their opinion of me. Admittedly, I hadn’t been ‘respectable’ for years!

I was wearing the teeny tiny dress now, the one that barely contained my chest and utterly failed to cover anything below my hips. Any movement at all threatened a wardrobe malfunction, either an escaping breast or an exposed butt cheek, or a badly torn seam or two.

Which, I would have thought, would be exactly what the Sinister Sisters didn’t want to see…or did they? Was part of the plan to put me into a position to fail at modesty, so they could punish me for yet another infraction? That, or let the Greeblies apply whatever penance they saw fit?

I shuddered at the thought of the Greeblies having their way with me once again. If the sisters thought I was immodest now, what would they think when the Greeblies made me cum screaming? I tried to banish that thought from my head before it began to excite me again.

The entire outfit was meant to enhance the ‘girly’ nature of the dress. From the frilly panties and ankle socks, to the sheer blue stockings and garters, to the blue ribbons in my hair, everything went together. Even the high heels, collar and gag were all color-coordinated in shades of blue!

I stood there in humiliation while they looked me over, still clucking in disapproving tones while they tweaked my outfit, tugging on loose fabric and tucking in ‘exposed’ flesh here and there.

“Perhaps if she wasn’t such a curvy and voluptuous girl, she wouldn’t be bulging out of her more acceptable attire, Berta,” Eloise said with a disdainful sneer.

“A shameful display of flesh, Eloise,” Berta agreed. “That plump bosom and bubbly buttocks refuse to be contained by even the most prudent apparel.”

“HHHLUHMMP?” I wailed into the gag. She was calling me plump?? And how was I supposed to be modest and demure when the outfit was four sizes too small??

“I am quite skeptical she will be able to maintain her modesty when we put her to the test,” Eloise mused. “I’d wager she will fail the simplest challenge – if it weren’t improper to wager.”

“You’re certainly right,” Berta replied with a grimace. “But we would be doing her a disservice if we didn’t evaluate her critically.” She motioned to the Greeblies. “Let’s get her into position and see if she can retain any decency.”

I soon found out what ‘into position’ meant. My ankles were spread shoulder-width apart and anchored to a bolt in the floor. Then my wrists, still bound behind me, were pulled high up in the air, straining my shoulders until I was forced to bend forward at the waist.

Inevitably, my rear was forced upward and outward as I tried to maintain my balance in the high heels. I could actually feel the hem of the dress rising up to expose my cheeks and a scandalous view of my panties nestled between my legs. I groaned in my embarrassment.

And, inevitably, the weight of my breasts shifted forward and down until my aureolas were peeking above the bustline of the dress, and only my nipples’ pressure on the fabric was keeping them from popping free!

“Obviously, dear sister,” Eloise observed, “our guest needs more corrective discipline to bring her errant behaviors in line. She cannot maintain decorum in the simplest of situations.”

“And if corrective discipline doesn’t work, dear sister,” Berta nodded in agreement, “further corporal punishment and humiliation will have to ensue.”

“NNNUUHHH!!” I cried. “Nnnuh! Ahh’ll ‘eehayvv! Ahh’ll ‘ee ‘oood!”

“Oh, I’m afraid it’s far too late for promises,” Eloise said with mock sorrow. She motioned for the Greeblies to approach me. “Please provide our guest with some incentive to improve.”

One of the Greeblies stepped forward carrying a thick wooden paddle in his hands. His usual grin somehow seemed even broader than before. The other stood in front of me with my own cell phone, clicking image after image of me in my predicament, and even taking cheeky selfies!

“Smiles girlie!” he chortled. His companion began tapping his palm with the flat of the paddle.

“Hhleeese! Ah’m ‘orrry! Ah’m ‘orry!!” I wailed.

I was desperate to somehow avoid having the Greeblies start spanking me while I was bound and helpless and vulnerable. I knew what would inevitably happen…but I didn’t know if the sisters were prepared to see their guest cumming uncontrollably in the hands of their minions!

“Yes, yes, it’s far too late for apologies, too,” Berta said with a devilish grin. “Good thing we still have the entire weekend to re-train you on the right path, because it appears we have quite the challenge ahead of us!”

~~~to be continued??~~~

Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.

I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for the gift!

Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!

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Exactly What They Were Looking For

artwork by MenchiMenagerie

Evie finds herself bound, gagged and vulnerable in the possession of a sinister man.

She doesn’t yet know what this is all about…but the intrigue has her curiosity piqued.

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Since Laressa and Elle were busy working on some ‘project’ together (uh-huh, who does ‘research and development’ on a Friday night?), I decided to strike out on her own for a night on the town and, or as I like to say, ‘see what kind of trouble I can get up to.’

I wasn’t in the mood for hanging out in my usual haunts, which often meant fending off half-drunk suitors, brawling in a bar fight, or waking up in an attractive stranger’s bed. Or, usually, all of the above.

So I decided to head uptown to mingle with some high-society types. That meant getting all dolled up in the latest fashion and in my favorite colors – courtesy of Laressa, of course – and some sexy high heels.

I approached a very exclusive establishment with a bit of a queue. Avoiding eye contact with the well dressed would-be patrons in line, I headed straight for the door, the clicking of my heels on the sidewalk drawing the doorman’s attention.

He eyed me up and down, trying to maintain a gruff demeanor and suppress his grin at what he saw. Acknowledging the grumbles of the people queuing behind the velvet rope, he half heartedly asked if I had ‘a VIP pass or sumpin’ like dat.’

I smiled at him, then did a slow turn so that he could see me from every angle. “I’m a single girl, here on my own.” I gave him a smile and a wink. “You think your bosses will complain if you let me in?”

He laughed. “I see. Mind if’n I pat you down? For uh, weapons an’ stuff?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I cooed back.

A moment of subtle groping and fondling later, during which I giggled and squirmed appropriately, he ushered me inside. The objections from the queue were much more subdued after our little display.

Once inside, I quickly lost myself in the music and dancing and the crush of the crowd. I had no shortage of attention from both men and women who wanted to dance with me and offer me drinks. I accepted a select few of each – women, men, and drinks – and carefully walked the line between letting loose and keeping my wits about me.

Through the crowd, I kept catching glimpses of a handsome man sitting off to the side, watching. He was well-built, well-dressed, with well-kept salt-and-pepper hair – appearing a bit older than I might usually prefer. His features remained partially in shadow, but that just made him all the more intriguing.

I made eye contact a few times, intermittently, and gave him a warm inviting smile, but he never reacted, never moved, never approached. But he also never broke eye contact, staring with steely gray-blue eyes that made me feel exposed and rooted to the spot all at once.

The next time I glanced back toward him, he was gone. Surprised and disappointed, I looked around somewhat wildly before reclaiming my composure. ‘Calm yourself, Evie,’ I muttered. Whoever he was, it wasn’t meant to be. I had plenty of other prospects who would happily entertain me for the rest of the night.

Abruptly, two burly men flanked me and took hold of my upper arms. “Excuse me, miss,” one said while leaning close to my ear to be heard over the crowd. “It would seem you’re not a member here, and we’ve been asked to escort you out.”

“Not a member?” I scoffed. “I’ve danced with enough of your members and they’ve bought me enough drinks to pay for a membership. You should be paying me.”

“Just the same, miss,” his partner leaned in, giving my bicep a squeeze. He actually looked down at his hand as if surprised by how solid and wiry my muscles were. “We, uh, don’t want to do this the hard way.”

My usual retort would have been that ‘I like doing this the hard way,’ but I didn’t want to cause a scene. I allowed them to lead me off the dance floor, but instead of heading to the front door, they led me toward the back.

We exited the club through a door that led to a darkened alley. I’d like to say that it was the first time I’d been tossed out of an establishment into an alley, but that wouldn’t quite be accurate.

They didn’t toss me onto the ground, though. They dragged me toward a waiting carriage instead, and that’s when I began to resist them. Had I been in my usual skinsuit and gear, fighting them off and escaping a two-on-one would have been easy for me. In a dress and high heels, it usually would have been only slightly more challenging.

But after a number of drinks and the fact these guys were bigger and stronger than your average goons, I soon found myself on the floor of the inside of the carriage, with the two of them trying to hold me down and bind me. After cracking one’s nose, they decided to pin me down with their weight. And after burying a stiletto heel into one thug’s thigh, my heels were stripped away.

Before long they accomplished the inevitable, binding my wrists behind my back and lashing my ankles together. When that did little to slow my will to resist, they added ropes around my thighs and hips, and pinned my arms to my body with restraints above and below my chest.

An attempt to bite one resulted in a wad of cloth stuffed in my mouth and another pulled over my face from nose to chin. Finally, they decided I was subdued and restrained enough that they got off me and slowly exited the carriage, groaning and nursing their injuries.

It was only then that I noticed I was not alone in the carriage. Looking up at the rear seat, I saw a familiar shape in the near-darkness looming over me. The man leaned forward into the light from the window just enough for me to see his silvery hair and piercing blue-gray eyes.

I gave a half-hearted murmur into the gag and a perfunctory struggle for his benefit. I knew that thanks to my training, I could escape the sloppy ropework of the goons and fight my way out of the carriage again. But now I was intrigued to see where this might be going.

“I wonder,” he began, looking down at me bound and vulnerable on the floor of his carriage, “what exactly it was you came looking for tonight.” He didn’t exactly phrase it as a question, more of a statement as if he were scrutinizing and evaluating me.

My face suddenly felt flushed and a warmth flooded through my body from somwhere deep in my core. I wasn’t at all surprised that my body was reacting with arousal and excitement from my ‘predicament.’ After all, this in many ways was what I came looking for tonight.

I think he sensed that, too, because he called for his driver to ‘take us home,’ and sat back in his seat with a smug grin. “I also wonder,” he continued with a glint in his steely eyes, “if you’ll leave as satisfied as I will, now that you’ve found it.”

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Here’s a great example of one of our projects together: Testing, Just Encase

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