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“Agent 2, there’s a call for you!”

Tapping a pen against her teeth in the sterile glow of the testing chamber, Agent 2 watched the reinforced metal cylinders squeak shut. She all but shivered in satisfaction at the pneumatic hiss as the devices pressurized.

“I’ll be right there, Star,” she said absently. Thick blonde curls bounced as she swiveled and surveyed the latest addition to her little collection. A long, low table lay down the middle of Testing Chamber 18. It was divided into thirds by coffin-sized half-cylinders of metal, rather like big soup tureens at a buffet. They were shiny and spotless, and made the object in between them even more colourful by comparison.

Sticking out of the ends of the cylinders was something shaped just like a smallish but very curvaceous feminine torso, visible from clavicle to mid-thigh. Broad-hipped, full-breasted, and trembling and shaking in apparent distress, perhaps as a cold draught from the observation room door played over it. It would have passed for an attractive Human, if you were into short girls with big thighs. Except, of course, that all that flawless naked skin was a deep purple-red, not sickly or unnatural, but a vibrant shade perfectly at home in whatever native environment it had come from.

Agent 2 tapped at her teeth with her pen some more, watching as the hatches in the sides of the table opened and like Kraken tentacles scaling a ship so many flexible metallic arms began to creep up the sides of the device. Perhaps sensing the vibrations, the set of curves on display before her began to struggle and squirm in earnest, traces of abdominal fat trembling, rounded breasts bouncing in a way that quite amused her to watch. This wasn’t the first test- the little fiend probably knew what she was in for. Her nerves must be just screaming by then, but stretched out and fastened tightly there was nothing she could do about it.

Agent 2 shivered, resisting the urge to reach out and touch her with her bare hand. In truth, she hadn’t been this close to a demon before, not since the Incident, and marveled at the terror she and the entire DHORKS establishment had had of the things after that first disastrous encounter. But that had been many summonings and tests and many hours of fiendish femme fatales cursing and begging and laughing into the mics of many other cylinders ago. Once you realized that they could feel fear, too, they were not nearly so intimidating.

The pointy-tipped tentacles were making contact now, just grazing the red skin laid out before them, moving in elaborate random patterns. They looked like a timelapse of so many hagfish feeding on the world’s sexiest whale carcass.

In this case, the fiend under examination was connected with the Verosika Group; so far as DHORKS could tell, famous pop-star singer Verosika Mayday had indulged in other-worldly help to further her musical career, and some of her closest apparent friends and hangers-on were actually disguised creatures from the netherworld. This one had been captured by local police after an incident on a Florida beach music venue, and had ended up in DHORKS’s tender, tickling hands more by luck than anything else. And what luck…

“Agent 2!” called Star again. “It’s marked Urgent, and has Gwen and Daphne’s encryption key.”

“Oh, really?” that got her to turn. It took work to move her eyes away from the jiggling, squirming flesh of the nymph on the rack, but this qualified. She was struggling even harder now, the tentacles starting to press more aggressively, completely over-stimulating her. But a report from the field agents tracking down more members of Verosika’s demonic posse… That would be worth seeing.

Agent 2 chuckled as she left the glare of the testing chamber. Maybe some day soon she would have the whole set.

“Go straight to screen,” she ordered, feeling a little spurt of satisfaction as techs scrambled to obey. “I want to hear all of this.”

The big-screen on the far wall flickered on. Some kind of dingy warehouse or decommissioned retail store, she couldn’t make out much, and she wasn’t much interested. A surge of confusion and fright flared through her, and Agent 2’s mouth dropped open.

There were Gwen and Daphne, as expected, but not confidently in-control of the situation the way Agent 2 would have predicted. Both women had been hand-cuffed with their arms over-head, forcing them onto tip-toe. An enterprising party had ripped or slashed away the midsection of their uniform suits, baring twin expanses of creamy skin to the camera’s glare.

The enterprising parties in question were cozied up to Gwen, practically grinding against the DHORK as they ran devious fingers over her naked middle. Two women, by appearances early to mid twenties- and by appearances only, since the deviously smiling eyes that turned fearlessly on the camera and seemed to look straight at Agent 2 were a deep cherry red. No telling how old they really were. Primitive man might have mistakenly turned away from his campfire huddle and looked straight into those eyes. Just looking into them made her feel hot and tingly in equal measure, and only her indignation kept Agent 2 focused.

The one wrapped around Gwen from behind was a slender creature with strong-coffee coloured skin not dissimilar to Agent 2’s own and with a huge mass of bouncy brown curls. Her gauzy midriff-baring halter top, unbuttoned black daisy dukes and fish-nets left very little of her figure hidden. They were almost irritatingly provocative, and Agent 2 wasn’t normally the kind to subscribe to such feelings. Another reminder that demons –these ones at any rate- knew far more about Humanity than DHORKS did about them.

The brunette stuck her tongue out petulantly when the feed activated, but that didn’t stop her hands as they worked into Gwen’s midsection and hips, making the round-faced platinum blonde squirm and hop about on the spot. A heavy bit-gag pressed deep into her lips cruelly, and a steady stream of pleas and protests emerged as inarticulate moans and spittle. Her pale face and skin were starting to flush pink, and tears were escaping at the edges of her wide blue eyes. Agent 2 was so used to them being covered by the shades they all wore, she hadn’t even realized Gwen had blue eyes. Her short, ruler-straight blonde hair was almost unrecognizable, already starting to muss as she struggled with desperate energy.

Agent 2 felt more than a little taken-aback by the spectacle. Gwen was competent, almost cold, a feminine yet conservative dresser, always professional- seeing her moaning, helpless, and going to pieces in the grips of two demons who looked to all appearances like promiscuous sorority girls was something new. She was still wearing the uniform black skirt (she was some days the only woman in DHORKS HQ who opted for it) and leggings, and between that and her black suit the smooth bare skin exposed from ribs to hips was an eye-catching white. Gwen wasn’t tubby, but seemed to have ben skipping out of the gym- as dark fingers pressed into it, her belly looked breath-catchingly soft and yielding, painfully vulnerable to the twenty fiendish fingers runner over it. The tickling must have been torturous- restrained behind the remains of her dress suit, Gwen’s chest heaved. Agent 2 had always seen her as so nearly-robotic, she had never really noticed how well-endowed she was, but tightly restrained her bust bounced energetically as she fought for release.

“Do we, like have your attention?” sneered the other fiend, and Agent 2 forced herself to look away. The speaker was similar to her confederate, and yet so different. A mass of blonde spikes erupted from her head, framing a face Agent 2 would’ve distastefully described as ‘cheeky’ more than anything else. The yellow tresses easily fought their way free from a dark hairband in a pattern that was to pixie cuts as Godzilla was to the average iguana.

Her skin (since she wore weird lacy pink overalls that showed her legs and a sizeable stretch under her arms, Agent 2 felt qualified to judge) was somewhere between the other demon’s and Gwen’s, like she was used to spending a lot of time lounging on sunny beaches. Or at any rate, that was the impression her disguise was supposed to give. She smiled at the camera, leaning in to treat the silent control room to a close-up of toothbrush model teeth. But her hands didn’t stop, they carried on pinching and stroking all over Gwen’s midriff, driving the older women to visible hysterics.

“Great! Okay so like, here’s the low-dow; you’ve got like one of our friends, so we’ve got some of yours.” She gave Gwen an extra enthusiastic series of squeezes to the waistline, and the Human all but leapt into the air, moaning fearfully. “So why don’t we all make like adults like, and trade? Hunh? Howzat sound? Like a plan to me, that’s what. You give us back our Milky, we, like, give you back these two, and we all live like happily ever after. Not a drop of, like, bad blood. Capiche?”

Her mountain of blond spikes dominated the screen as she swiveled her head. “How about you, pal? We haven’t gotten to, like, play with you yet. That sound like a plan to you?”

Chained up just far enough away not to crowd the trio, Daphne shimmed in place and groaned around her gag. Her long tail of straight red hair swayed as she struggled, working with effort bordering on panic to free herself before the fiends could get to her belly. Only saliva and groans came out her bit-gag, but her big green eyes were huge with dread as she squirmed, hips shifting. She wore skin tight black dress pants that showed every curve.

Like Gwen she was quite pale (DHORKS didn’t tend to spend a whole lot of time in the sun, and it was hard to catch a tan from a monitor screen), contrasting with her dark uniform. Muscles in her stretched abs flexed as she rubbed her legs together. Her midriff was more slender than Gwen’s, but rather more toned. Dangling and helpless it looked like a wide-open target to Agent 2, just screaming out for some ticklish attention, and lots of it.

Agent 2 found herself contemplating the slit of the other woman’s navel as squirmed in place, arms flexing as she fought to bring them down and protect herself. It looked... kissable. She wasn’t sure how ticklish Daphne was (had it ever come up?), but judging by her reaction to being chained up and helpless in the presence of so much of it, this was some kind of nightmare scenario for her.

The blonde winked at her, than smiled with beautiful cruelty as she renewed the attack on Gwen. The DHORK moaned despairingly, throwing her head back as if beseeching heaven.

“Okay, so if you didn’t get it, it, like, goes like this: We can play too. Give us back our Milky, or we start playing rough. Starting with these two. You all, like, got that?” She bobbed her hair at someone off-screen. “Okay, you can kill it now, Big Man, I want to, like, focus and stuff.”

The screen went blank. Eyes behind armoured screens of dark shades turned to Agent 2.

She shook her head, feeling over-whelmed. Abruptly she realized was hugging her own midsection, still safe behind the heavy fabric of her uniform suit. Gwen and Daphne continued to suffer before her eyes, making her feel… Sympathetic. Of course. And horrified. Right, sympathetic and horrified, not at all fascinated or- or titillated.

Agent 2 readjusted her glasses (just taking her arms way from her sides made them feel vulnerable), and surveyed the room.

“We don’t negotiate with demons,” she said. “We are fighting a war to protect Humanity, and we all know the risks. We can always get more Field Agents, but we cannot get more fiends and we are not –repeat, are not- releasing a single one back into the general population. Now back to work! I want these two found!”

She stormed through the flurry of ‘yes ma’ams!’ and out of the room.

At the water cooler she leaned into the wall, holding her forehead. Demons getting the drop on DHORKS… that had never happened before. It could not presage good things. She thought of the bitchy, self-satisfied expression on the faces of the two young demons, and the paper cup in her hand crumpled. Oh, but she was going to give those two the works if –when- when they caught them, they’d be climbing all over each other to please her and escape the tickling she’d dish out to them, and it would never work.

In the meantime, of course, that left Daphne and Gwen in their hands, but that couldn’t be helped. Agent 2 vividly recalled the sight of Gwen bouncing in place, chained and helpless and loosing all her professional dignity as manicured hands ranks and squeezed all over her sides and naked belly… She shivered. Secretly, she wondered if the demons would send more footage.

And if she could secretly preserve a copy for further research. Just for herself.
---

Agent 2 and the DHORKS were getting pretty used to having all demonkind wrapped around their fingers, but it seems they've gotten more than they've bargained for in going after fiends in the mortal world. In this case, Apple and Coco take on a pair of unnamed female DHORKS militia girls who were visible in S1E6 'Truth Seekers'.

Thanks for stopping by, feel free to leave a comment, and have a great day!

Characters (C) Vivziepop

Timestamp: ~9hrs

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“Agent 2, there’s a call for you!”

Tapping a pen against her teeth in the sterile glow of the testing chamber, Agent 2 watched the reinforced metal cylinders squeak shut. She all but shivered in satisfaction at the pneumatic hiss as the devices pressurized.

“I’ll be right there, Star,” she said absently. Thick blonde curls bounced as she swiveled and surveyed the latest addition to her little collection. A long, low table lay down the middle of Testing Chamber 18. It was divided into thirds by coffin-sized half-cylinders of metal, rather like big soup tureens at a buffet. They were shiny and spotless, and made the object in between them even more colourful by comparison.

Sticking out of the ends of the cylinders was something shaped just like a smallish but very curvaceous feminine torso, visible from clavicle to mid-thigh. Broad-hipped, full-breasted, and trembling and shaking in apparent distress, perhaps as a cold draught from the observation room door played over it. It would have passed for an attractive Human, if you were into short girls with big thighs. Except, of course, that all that flawless naked skin was a deep purple-red, not sickly or unnatural, but a vibrant shade perfectly at home in whatever native environment it had come from.

Agent 2 tapped at her teeth with her pen some more, watching as the hatches in the sides of the table opened and like Kraken tentacles scaling a ship so many flexible metallic arms began to creep up the sides of the device. Perhaps sensing the vibrations, the set of curves on display before her began to struggle and squirm in earnest, traces of abdominal fat trembling, rounded breasts bouncing in a way that quite amused her to watch. This wasn’t the first test- the little fiend probably knew what she was in for. Her nerves must be just screaming by then, but stretched out and fastened tightly there was nothing she could do about it.

Agent 2 shivered, resisting the urge to reach out and touch her with her bare hand. In truth, she hadn’t been this close to a demon before, not since the Incident, and marveled at the terror she and the entire DHORKS establishment had had of the things after that first disastrous encounter. But that had been many summonings and tests and many hours of fiendish femme fatales cursing and begging and laughing into the mics of many other cylinders ago. Once you realized that they could feel fear, too, they were not nearly so intimidating.

The pointy-tipped tentacles were making contact now, just grazing the red skin laid out before them, moving in elaborate random patterns. They looked like a timelapse of so many hagfish feeding on the world’s sexiest whale carcass.

In this case, the fiend under examination was connected with the Verosika Group; so far as DHORKS could tell, famous pop-star singer Verosika Mayday had indulged in other-worldly help to further her musical career, and some of her closest apparent friends and hangers-on were actually disguised creatures from the netherworld. This one had been captured by local police after an incident on a Florida beach music venue, and had ended up in DHORKS’s tender, tickling hands more by luck than anything else. And what luck…

“Agent 2!” called Star again. “It’s marked Urgent, and has Gwen and Daphne’s encryption key.”

“Oh, really?” that got her to turn. It took work to move her eyes away from the jiggling, squirming flesh of the nymph on the rack, but this qualified. She was struggling even harder now, the tentacles starting to press more aggressively, completely over-stimulating her. But a report from the field agents tracking down more members of Verosika’s demonic posse… That would be worth seeing.

Agent 2 chuckled as she left the glare of the testing chamber. Maybe some day soon she would have the whole set.

“Go straight to screen,” she ordered, feeling a little spurt of satisfaction as techs scrambled to obey. “I want to hear all of this.”

The big-screen on the far wall flickered on. Some kind of dingy warehouse or decommissioned retail store, she couldn’t make out much, and she wasn’t much interested. A surge of confusion and fright flared through her, and Agent 2’s mouth dropped open.

There were Gwen and Daphne, as expected, but not confidently in-control of the situation the way Agent 2 would have predicted. Both women had been hand-cuffed with their arms over-head, forcing them onto tip-toe. An enterprising party had ripped or slashed away the midsection of their uniform suits, baring twin expanses of creamy skin to the camera’s glare.

The enterprising parties in question were cozied up to Gwen, practically grinding against the DHORK as they ran devious fingers over her naked middle. Two women, by appearances early to mid twenties- and by appearances only, since the deviously smiling eyes that turned fearlessly on the camera and seemed to look straight at Agent 2 were a deep cherry red. No telling how old they really were. Primitive man might have mistakenly turned away from his campfire huddle and looked straight into those eyes. Just looking into them made her feel hot and tingly in equal measure, and only her indignation kept Agent 2 focused.

The one wrapped around Gwen from behind was a slender creature with strong-coffee coloured skin not dissimilar to Agent 2’s own and with a huge mass of bouncy brown curls. Her gauzy midriff-baring halter top, unbuttoned black daisy dukes and fish-nets left very little of her figure hidden. They were almost irritatingly provocative, and Agent 2 wasn’t normally the kind to subscribe to such feelings. Another reminder that demons –these ones at any rate- knew far more about Humanity than DHORKS did about them.

The brunette stuck her tongue out petulantly when the feed activated, but that didn’t stop her hands as they worked into Gwen’s midsection and hips, making the round-faced platinum blonde squirm and hop about on the spot. A heavy bit-gag pressed deep into her lips cruelly, and a steady stream of pleas and protests emerged as inarticulate moans and spittle. Her pale face and skin were starting to flush pink, and tears were escaping at the edges of her wide blue eyes. Agent 2 was so used to them being covered by the shades they all wore, she hadn’t even realized Gwen had blue eyes. Her short, ruler-straight blonde hair was almost unrecognizable, already starting to muss as she struggled with desperate energy.

Agent 2 felt more than a little taken-aback by the spectacle. Gwen was competent, almost cold, a feminine yet conservative dresser, always professional- seeing her moaning, helpless, and going to pieces in the grips of two demons who looked to all appearances like promiscuous sorority girls was something new. She was still wearing the uniform black skirt (she was some days the only woman in DHORKS HQ who opted for it) and leggings, and between that and her black suit the smooth bare skin exposed from ribs to hips was an eye-catching white. Gwen wasn’t tubby, but seemed to have ben skipping out of the gym- as dark fingers pressed into it, her belly looked breath-catchingly soft and yielding, painfully vulnerable to the twenty fiendish fingers runner over it. The tickling must have been torturous- restrained behind the remains of her dress suit, Gwen’s chest heaved. Agent 2 had always seen her as so nearly-robotic, she had never really noticed how well-endowed she was, but tightly restrained her bust bounced energetically as she fought for release.

“Do we, like have your attention?” sneered the other fiend, and Agent 2 forced herself to look away. The speaker was similar to her confederate, and yet so different. A mass of blonde spikes erupted from her head, framing a face Agent 2 would’ve distastefully described as ‘cheeky’ more than anything else. The yellow tresses easily fought their way free from a dark hairband in a pattern that was to pixie cuts as Godzilla was to the average iguana.

Her skin (since she wore weird lacy pink overalls that showed her legs and a sizeable stretch under her arms, Agent 2 felt qualified to judge) was somewhere between the other demon’s and Gwen’s, like she was used to spending a lot of time lounging on sunny beaches. Or at any rate, that was the impression her disguise was supposed to give. She smiled at the camera, leaning in to treat the silent control room to a close-up of toothbrush model teeth. But her hands didn’t stop, they carried on pinching and stroking all over Gwen’s midriff, driving the older women to visible hysterics.

“Great! Okay so like, here’s the low-dow; you’ve got like one of our friends, so we’ve got some of yours.” She gave Gwen an extra enthusiastic series of squeezes to the waistline, and the Human all but leapt into the air, moaning fearfully. “So why don’t we all make like adults like, and trade? Hunh? Howzat sound? Like a plan to me, that’s what. You give us back our Milky, we, like, give you back these two, and we all live like happily ever after. Not a drop of, like, bad blood. Capiche?”

Her mountain of blond spikes dominated the screen as she swiveled her head. “How about you, pal? We haven’t gotten to, like, play with you yet. That sound like a plan to you?”

Chained up just far enough away not to crowd the trio, Daphne shimmed in place and groaned around her gag. Her long tail of straight red hair swayed as she struggled, working with effort bordering on panic to free herself before the fiends could get to her belly. Only saliva and groans came out her bit-gag, but her big green eyes were huge with dread as she squirmed, hips shifting. She wore skin tight black dress pants that showed every curve.

Like Gwen she was quite pale (DHORKS didn’t tend to spend a whole lot of time in the sun, and it was hard to catch a tan from a monitor screen), contrasting with her dark uniform. Muscles in her stretched abs flexed as she rubbed her legs together. Her midriff was more slender than Gwen’s, but rather more toned. Dangling and helpless it looked like a wide-open target to Agent 2, just screaming out for some ticklish attention, and lots of it.

Agent 2 found herself contemplating the slit of the other woman’s navel as squirmed in place, arms flexing as she fought to bring them down and protect herself. It looked... kissable. She wasn’t sure how ticklish Daphne was (had it ever come up?), but judging by her reaction to being chained up and helpless in the presence of so much of it, this was some kind of nightmare scenario for her.

The blonde winked at her, than smiled with beautiful cruelty as she renewed the attack on Gwen. The DHORK moaned despairingly, throwing her head back as if beseeching heaven.

“Okay, so if you didn’t get it, it, like, goes like this: We can play too. Give us back our Milky, or we start playing rough. Starting with these two. You all, like, got that?” She bobbed her hair at someone off-screen. “Okay, you can kill it now, Big Man, I want to, like, focus and stuff.”

The screen went blank. Eyes behind armoured screens of dark shades turned to Agent 2.

She shook her head, feeling over-whelmed. Abruptly she realized was hugging her own midsection, still safe behind the heavy fabric of her uniform suit. Gwen and Daphne continued to suffer before her eyes, making her feel… Sympathetic. Of course. And horrified. Right, sympathetic and horrified, not at all fascinated or- or titillated.

Agent 2 readjusted her glasses (just taking her arms way from her sides made them feel vulnerable), and surveyed the room.

“We don’t negotiate with demons,” she said. “We are fighting a war to protect Humanity, and we all know the risks. We can always get more Field Agents, but we cannot get more fiends and we are not –repeat, are not- releasing a single one back into the general population. Now back to work! I want these two found!”

She stormed through the flurry of ‘yes ma’ams!’ and out of the room.

At the water cooler she leaned into the wall, holding her forehead. Demons getting the drop on DHORKS… that had never happened before. It could not presage good things. She thought of the bitchy, self-satisfied expression on the faces of the two young demons, and the paper cup in her hand crumpled. Oh, but she was going to give those two the works if –when- when they caught them, they’d be climbing all over each other to please her and escape the tickling she’d dish out to them, and it would never work.

In the meantime, of course, that left Daphne and Gwen in their hands, but that couldn’t be helped. Agent 2 vividly recalled the sight of Gwen bouncing in place, chained and helpless and loosing all her professional dignity as manicured hands ranks and squeezed all over her sides and naked belly… She shivered. Secretly, she wondered if the demons would send more footage.

And if she could secretly preserve a copy for further research. Just for herself.
---

Agent 2 and the DHORKS were getting pretty used to having all demonkind wrapped around their fingers, but it seems they've gotten more than they've bargained for in going after fiends in the mortal world. In this case, Apple and Coco take on a pair of unnamed female DHORKS militia girls who were visible in S1E6 'Truth Seekers'.

Thanks for stopping by, feel free to leave a comment, and have a great day!

Characters (C) Vivziepop

Timestamp: ~9hrs