Commission drawn by :iconusagiforehead: 

Featuring characters that are dearly tended to by osvaldogreco 
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"You're a very competent woman, U-89."

"Hmmmgh!" The agent wiggled her head left and right, furiously and frantically shaking her head 'no'. The bob-cut weaved through the air as she shook; her grunts and gagged moans intermingled with the straining sound of leather.

Countess M... what a fool! U-89 was thinking of snappy comebacks, but with a tight leather gag pressed against her lips, it wasn't going to be an option. You don't need to tell me how good I am! I'm U-89! I've defeated you more times than you've got fingers to count on... and you wouldn't be able to count past ten!" 

"...but you're still no match for me."

"Rrrgrgh!"  ...if course, if you took of those garish sandals, you'd probably be able to count to twenty. 

U-89 had been forced to kneel in front of the lethal, devious, beautiful, and ultimately villainess Countess M. It was an unacceptable pose. U-89 bowed to nobody but her friends, and even then, it was all in good fun. To be captured like this was unacceptable, especially considering the circumstances. Grabbed while out shopping and held in some dingy, dark and empty building; this was not a life for a superspy. Countess M would pay out of her pointy witch's nose!

The Countess was having too much fun with this. She felt like a spider with a webbed-up fly... or a venus flytrap. Already, U-89's countless friends and confidantes would be on their way looking for her. Maids and madames, fellow agents K-15 and of course, the ultimate patsy, that infuriatingly lucky Sweet Gwendoline. 

Unfortunately, U-89 had already broken the first of the Countess's traps. After being grabbed, she'd been tied with rope - but her slick, skintight suit had been suitably polished to help her slip out of them. She'd had to resort to an endless, messy bundle of leather straps and gear. It was far less elegant, but it got the job done. Still, the Countess was disappointed. An internationally known fashionista like herself deserved all the best, and all the most beautiful; even her captives should be well-kept and pretty! She'd gotten back at her, though; shoving a pair of panties between her lips, taping them shut, and sealing it all up with a nice panel-gag.

"So, agent. You've tricked me before. Do you think you'll be telling your friends about my latest escapade? No? Good. In that case, I suppose I could tell you about the way that your friends are going to meet their fates. This building itself is a massive trap. The moment they enter and seek out your pathetic moans and mewls, I'll be exiting out the back door. You're probably wondering why my henchgirls and I are all wearing ultra-high pointed stiletto heels? Well, that's to minimize surface contact with the floor. We've liberally applied sticky tar across it all, and very carefully spread it to make it invisible. But the second they get close to you , agent, they'll find themselves trapped with nowhere to go. Which really is a shame, since the building is set to collapse in, oh, about fifteen minutes."

U-89 stared. The plan itself wasn't even very sound, but she kept up an angry facade. It was best to keep the easily-flustered Countess thinking she was about to win. Overconfidence would be her downfall.

"Oh! What's that? I think I hear the door cracking open... I'm afraid it's time for us to go, and for you to meet your end. Goodbye, U-89!" 

Countess M kissed her rival on the forehead and daintily exited the room. Now alone, U-89 sighed. What an idiot. She started to wriggle, quietly working on escaping her sloppy restraints. She just hoped she could get free and ungagged before Sweet Gwen and friends got stuck...


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A commission from UsagiForehead  who draws fast and is inexpensive! 

Featuring characters originally designed by John Willie, but kept alive and well-known by Osvaldo Greco!