Y’All, this is goofy as anything I’ve written, and that’s pretty dang goofy. I have excuses. The main one being that I’m trying to pull a bunch of loosely connected but freaking fabulous existing art together into one story. So there are…hiccups. lol. But bear with me, enjoy the art, and trust me that the middle chapter is always rough but totally worth the payoff at the end. K? K! lol!
Hope you love the Brownies as much as me!
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Tina’s Investigative Log, May 14, 2024. The Office Brownie Threat continues. And it seems to be escalating. Their activity might not be related to tax filing season after all. I check on the Office Browning website on the Dark Web a few times a day for any new Brownie shenanigans. Today, another video was posted. In fact, this time it’s a LIVE feed! The Offices Brownies strike again. I’ll study the details of the assault in a moment. First, I want to try to make contact. Last time, I posted a pretty basic comment and got a response almost instantly. I’ll try something “gushier,” this time and see what I reel in.
“Office brownies are my new favorite!! I love the one in the back, Blah Blah Blah.
They really know their ropes…etc. etc. Too often, a rigger makes the mistake uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. But not the office brownies! Bravo!”
Alright, the water is chummed for the Brownie boss. I just hope I didn’t lay it on too thick this time. If I scare him off, I might not be able to find him again. Oh! There’s a “like.” Hmmmm. It’s just from a Brownie fan. These Brownies are awfully popular with the criminals and degenerates on the Dark Web. OK. Another “like.” This is good. Enough “likes” might draw the attention of @leapservice , the man behind the Brownie threat. I’ll check back in on my post in a little bit. Right now, I want to examine the video feed for clues.
OK. The victim is another hot chick working late. This Brownie attack is in a conference room. Interesting. Not much in the way of office equipment in the frame. Just the white board where one of the little peckers is amusing himself with a diagram of a naked, boxtied female. Speaking of which, the other 7 or 8 Brownies on the scene already have the poor office bimbo stripped and hogtied onto the conference table. Pay attention Tina. You’re looking for clues…
As with the last attack, the victim is gagged and blindfolded. This could be a purely practical function to keep her from defending herself, or it could be more significant. The last victim was humiliated by having her boobs photocopied. This one…hold on! She’d being tethered down to the table by her neck. Poor thing is definitely not going anywhere, soon. Not before the cleaning crew shows up, or worse, the next morning when her colleagues return to the office. Her predicament and the display on the white board behind her will DEFINITELY generate the kind of humiliation that the previous victim had to endure. Let’s make a note of that…
Credit to her, though. She’s staying exceptionally calm. I wonder if she’s a self-bondage practitioner too. Not for nothing, but the rope work is good but not CRAZY good. I’d get myself free of that rigging so fast…hold the phone! They took off one shoe. The last girl was missing a show too. I thought she’d stumbled out of it when she fell onto the copier, but maybe it was removed by the Brownies, and I didn’t notice it. And look at that. Tickling. That seems to be getting a reaction, but she’s handling it really well. She might even be “into it.” This bitch has a kinky boyfriend for sure. Or girlfriend. I wonder if she needs a girlfriend. I digress. The Brownies appear dissatisfied. Her lack of urgency and alarm seem to have them frustrated. Good for you Hun!
Wait. Oh shit! They just clamped her nose shut. The breath play panic hit her like a bucket of ice water dumped on her head. She’s thrashing as hard as she can. Fucking little monsters are dancing around now and enjoying the show. Every time she kicks and squirms, she’s pulling against her crotch rope, causing it to dig deeper inside her, front and back.
“Let her breathe you fuckers!” I shout at the video feed, as though I was watching in the room. “Tina, you’re an idiot.” I chastise myself. I’ve had enough of watching the Brownie cruelty tour. Instead, I scroll back to the comments under the video.
Hello comments! Dang they’re rolling in. One guy even created fan art of the scene!
And not just this scene either. There’s a 3D animation style rendering of the scene that Agatha sent me earlier!
They were posted by someone calling himself @DisturbingThings . OK Mr. “Things,” you’ve disturbed me enough to earn yourself a visit from yours truly.
Not that I can find you, just from your profile, but I bet my high-level IRS Supervisory crime fighter can. I’ll show you how funny a Brownie is when I shove my nephew’s Elf on a Shelf up your….
Now that’s weird. My comment got some likes, and a number of comments beneath it got responses from Leapservice. Like, IMMEDIATE responses. But Leapservice is ignoring mine? I wonder why I didn’t get a comment. I guess they’re just coming in too fast and mine have just slipped through the cracks…
Oh, there’s more fan art by Disturbing. Oh man.
It’s a close up of the poor tied up office bunny, nose still clamped, red faced and struggling for air. Totally uncool! These Brownies aren’t playing games. They’re getting nasty. I need to find them before they REALLY hurt someone.
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“Agatha, it’s Tina. I know you said not to call you until I had something, but I need you to look someone up. I’m sending you a screenshot of a message. You gotta find the person that postedthe message. Do it as soon as you get this. And call me. Oh,one more thing! I’m not sure that they’re trying to disrupt the office work. It almost looks like they just want a reaction from the women they tie up. Like they’re feeding off some particular emotion. I don’t know. It’s a theory. Anyway, find the person with the comment and call me. Thanks.”
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My phone is buzzing. Dang it. Looks like I butt dialed @katieblake and sent her a message. Not sure how I managed that with my phone sitting on my desk. I’m so technology illiterate! At least that’s what my nieces and nephews tell me. So does Katie, now that I think about it. lol. Speaking of Katie,I owe her an update on the bondage story collaboration we’vegot going. Sorry for the butt dial Katie. With the time difference between here and London, you’re probably deep in REM sleep, so I can’t call you. I’ll explain later, AFTER I’ve cleaned up this Brownie mess. I need to get back into research mode.
Looks like the live streaming Brownie show is finished. I guess I’ll look at these older videos…
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Tina’s Investigative Log, August 23, 2024. I’ve been at this for months. Leapservice, the man or woman I think is behind the Brownies, has gone on radio silence when it comes to me. No matter how many nice comments I post, I don’t get any responses from him. As for the Brownie attacks, I must have gotten lucky on that live stream back in May because since then I’ve always been hours or days behind a video being shown. All that I get are the recordings. And as fast as those freaking imps move, that’s WAY too late for me to do anything.
But I finally heard back from Agatha today. The mystery Brownie super fan, DisturbingThings, is a real person. And he only lives a few hours away. I’m gearing up and I’m going to pay him a visit right now.
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“Look lady, I don’t know anything about those videos. I just though they were sweet and wanted to show some love.” This guy might just be a Brownie fan boy and another dead end. “Hey, Officer Tina what’s-your-last-name, why do you even care about some AI generated videos anyway?” He’s not giving off any signs of deception. Fuck. This didn’t get me anywhere.
“We’re just trying to figure out where the Brownies will strike next. Sorry I bothered…”
“Oh, I can tell you that.” Disturbing just dropped a freaking atomic bomb in the room.
“Wait. What?” Not my most shining moment, but I’m not even a real Special Agent, so sue me.
“I said I can tell you that.” I must have looked completely stupid because he softed his voice as though he were talking to a little kid. “Yeah. At the end of every one of these videos, one of the Brownies finds a camera or a device WITH a camera. He kind of twitches or glitches. Then he goes back to the bondage games with the others. But whatever he did at the camera! Somehow, he sent something to the next office they’re going to. I could be a copy of himself. Or maybe it’s some kind of a “marker” or something. I don’t know. But the IP address from the camera is definitely where the next video take place.”
“I’m technology illiterate,” I said, “but I’m pretty sure you can’t tell a camera’s IP address by looking at a video.”
“Yeah, not in real life. But this is just animation. It is just animation, right?” Fuck no it isn’t animation.
“No, they’re real Brownies.” I say as sarcastically as I can, “Yes, of course it’s fucking animation. But how do you get the IP address?”
“It was the craziest lucky thing, actually. I’m the number Brownie fan alive. And I was zooming into the video and my mouse just happened to scroll across an open lap top where a Brownie was starting to glitch. I recorded the video, and I also thought I saw a string of numbers flashing kind of between the Brownie’s pixels. I took my video and slowed it down and I was able to screen capture a 1/8 of second frame with the digits. Turned out it was an IP address.” This was confusing as Chinese calculus.
“You’re saying the Brownies can…I don’t know…email themselves through a camera that’s connected to the internet?” Disturbing nodded vigorously. “And you’ve been able to predict where the Brownies would attack next from the IP’s?”
“Sometime, yes. Like, a big business like General Electric has a dedicated IP Address. So, one time, the IP was for the GE corporate office in Cincinnati, Ohio. Sure enough, there was a video a few days later and you could see GE logos on mugs and stuff, so I knew I was right. Most of the time, all you can get without a subpoena, or a search warrant is just the general location. Like, the very first one I got was from a video in a conference room. The IP address from there was somewhere in London in the UK. Could have been anywhere! But sure enough, a few days later, the next video was some lady with a British accent getting Brownie-whacked!”
“Did you really just call it, ‘Brownie-whacked?’” I could conceal my disgust.
“Sorry. That’s what we call it.”
“We? Who the fuck is we?” England? What is it about England?
“We’re the Brownie Brigade. We’re just, really big Brownie fans. Hey, am I in some kind of trouble? Did you show me your badge?” Wait a minute. Conference room? No, no, no, no…
“Thank you for your assistance. I’ll be in touch.” I practically ran past Disturbing and out to my car.
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I tapped on my saved videos. There was the conference room video. The one where the girl got her nose clipped and they almost suffocated her….over and over. I never paid much attention to the background Brownies but now I saw the one by the laptop. PAUSE. I got lucky and paused just as the Brownie glitched, like Disturbing described. I zoomed in close. There were tiny numbers between the pixels! I clicked and saved the IP address in my notes.
Now for the horrible part. I opened my “Sent Items,” and pulled up the message I thought I’d butt dialed to Katie Blake. Katie who lives in London, Katie Black. Right click. Properties. IP Address. Son of a Brownie. It’s the same IP address. Katie’s IP address.
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July 23, 2024, Katie Blake was in her home office online meeting with her team. Katie’s phone rang and she looked at the caller info. It was Tina from the USA. Must be about the story they were writing together. She’d just answer really quick and let her know she was busy…huh, just a dial tone. Might have been a butt dial. Katie went back to her call.
But Katie’s coworker had the most confused look on his face.
“Katie. What are those…things?” Katie didn’t know what he was talking about. “Those little green toys dressed in suits? They look so real. How many…he, look out!”
Katie tried to turn around but was prevented from doing so by the tape holding her ankle to the table leg. Suddenly, little prickly hands were all over. She opened her mouth to scream but instead her mouth was stuffed with packing material.
The horrible sound of the cackling laughter of the Brownies filled the room.
TO BE CONTINUED……..