Agents vs. Angels 51
art and story by Samsa23 - - http://deviantart.com/samsa23 and https://subscribestar.adult/samsa57
The room that Allison found herself wheeled into was filled with moans. A chorus straight out of her nightmares. She could feel Angel Strumpet's smugness emanating from behind her as she pulled Allison to a stop inside the sterile room.
Beside her, Allison saw a majority of the Agency: Gold, Klark, and Crimson. All of them had been stripped completely naked and locked in various torturous bondage devices.
Agent Gold convulsed in her chair as a dildo pushed itself in and out of her. Her teeth clamped down hard on the bright red bit gag, drool running down her chin as her senses were overloaded. Her arms pulled tight against the chains and cuffs that trapped her wrists but weren't enough to break free. A headset was strapped over her eyes. Flashing lights and the whirr of technology told Agent Swyft that it was some kind of virtual reality device. No doubt showing Gold any manner of depraved footage.
Agent Klark didn't have it any better. She too was spread wide and forced to endure the assault of a relentless fuck machine. Only hers was much slower. Taking its time sitting in her sex and sliding out. It made the one screwing Gold seem like a jackhammer. Klark didn't have a headset, though there were electrodes pressed tight against her temples. Every so often they would flash with blue light and Agent Klark would go rigid. Her pained expression behind the massive panel gag said it all. One of the Agency's fiercest fighters reduced to a whimpering mess.
Then there was Agent Crimson. The rookie Agent had the most fight left in her, and the worst punishment. She kicked her legs up in a desperate show of resistance. The fuck machine assigned to her was set to maximum speed, relentlessly pound her in ways that made even Gold's own punishment seem tame. Her mouth was spread wide by a harsh dental gag and a strange device encircled her head. Cables ran from it back towards a control panel set up behind Crimson's chair.
Standing behind that control panel was Samsa.
"YMMPHH FMMMKKKRRR!! LLHTTHHH THMMM GHHH!" Agent Swyft growled, thrashing in her restraints. Her breasts bounced with every attempt at struggle she gave.
"Your almighty Agency, reduced to a bunch of naked sluts on cold chairs with barely any effort," Samsa said as his faceless mask turned from the array of moaning damsels to Agent Swyft. "All of them testing out brand new methods of training cooked up by my favorite little Angel, Strumpet here."
"This slave is so happy to hear your praise, Master," Angel Strumpet purred. "This slave is sure that these methods will be far more effective at clearing out these wayward slut's misguided minds and help them learn that their place is wherever you decide it should be."
"Strumpet has invented quite some creative therapies here," Samsa began to walk down the length of the lab room, ignoring the pleading glances of the helpless Agents beside him. "I think they'll be quite handy in breaking interfering little brats like you and your other costumed friends. But you seem like you're a woman who enjoys results, Agent. So let me show you what results look like."
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Featured here is a special guest, SavantSuperheroine's breathtaking OC Savant who has been given the name Angel Strumpet and now seems to be in charge of the Organization's Angels! She may only be used with their permission.
Alongside her are my own OCs Samsa, Agent Gold, Agent Crimson, Agent Klark and Agent Swyft. They may only be used with my own permission.
Beside her, Allison saw a majority of the Agency: Gold, Klark, and Crimson. All of them had been stripped completely naked and locked in various torturous bondage devices.
Agent Gold convulsed in her chair as a dildo pushed itself in and out of her. Her teeth clamped down hard on the bright red bit gag, drool running down her chin as her senses were overloaded. Her arms pulled tight against the chains and cuffs that trapped her wrists but weren't enough to break free. A headset was strapped over her eyes. Flashing lights and the whirr of technology told Agent Swyft that it was some kind of virtual reality device. No doubt showing Gold any manner of depraved footage.
Agent Klark didn't have it any better. She too was spread wide and forced to endure the assault of a relentless fuck machine. Only hers was much slower. Taking its time sitting in her sex and sliding out. It made the one screwing Gold seem like a jackhammer. Klark didn't have a headset, though there were electrodes pressed tight against her temples. Every so often they would flash with blue light and Agent Klark would go rigid. Her pained expression behind the massive panel gag said it all. One of the Agency's fiercest fighters reduced to a whimpering mess.
Then there was Agent Crimson. The rookie Agent had the most fight left in her, and the worst punishment. She kicked her legs up in a desperate show of resistance. The fuck machine assigned to her was set to maximum speed, relentlessly pound her in ways that made even Gold's own punishment seem tame. Her mouth was spread wide by a harsh dental gag and a strange device encircled her head. Cables ran from it back towards a control panel set up behind Crimson's chair.
Standing behind that control panel was Samsa.
"YMMPHH FMMMKKKRRR!! LLHTTHHH THMMM GHHH!" Agent Swyft growled, thrashing in her restraints. Her breasts bounced with every attempt at struggle she gave.
"Your almighty Agency, reduced to a bunch of naked sluts on cold chairs with barely any effort," Samsa said as his faceless mask turned from the array of moaning damsels to Agent Swyft. "All of them testing out brand new methods of training cooked up by my favorite little Angel, Strumpet here."
"This slave is so happy to hear your praise, Master," Angel Strumpet purred. "This slave is sure that these methods will be far more effective at clearing out these wayward slut's misguided minds and help them learn that their place is wherever you decide it should be."
"Strumpet has invented quite some creative therapies here," Samsa began to walk down the length of the lab room, ignoring the pleading glances of the helpless Agents beside him. "I think they'll be quite handy in breaking interfering little brats like you and your other costumed friends. But you seem like you're a woman who enjoys results, Agent. So let me show you what results look like."
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Featured here is a special guest, SavantSuperheroine's breathtaking OC Savant who has been given the name Angel Strumpet and now seems to be in charge of the Organization's Angels! She may only be used with their permission.
Alongside her are my own OCs Samsa, Agent Gold, Agent Crimson, Agent Klark and Agent Swyft. They may only be used with my own permission.
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