Agent Vixen Collection

by Jay Aury

  Audra backed up as the looming monstrosity of a man approached. Her eyes darted about desperately for something to use.

  She found it.

  As Bludghost lunged for her, she grabbed a cable from the control panel and ripped it free, jamming the sparking tip into Bludghost’s metal teeth.

  Bludghost arched, screaming as electricity blazed through him. The sickly scent of cooking meat filled the room as the hulk of a man twitched and convulsed with agony. The monitors of the control panel blew out. Electricity danced across the keys. The whole machine blinked, sparking and squealing.

  The computers died with a crackle and a whine. Bludghost remained standing for a moment longer, smoke billowing from his mouth, ears and eyes. Then he swayed, and fell with a crash.

  Audra took a long, deep breath, then let it out.

  A pained groan drew her attention back to the smashed creates. She raced over and shoved aside some broken boxes. Alistair lay among a mass of packing peanuts, hat askew. He looked dully up at her.

  “You’re naked…” he said groggily.

  Audra scoffed, smiling. “What took you?”

  Alistair rolled his eyes. He looked down towards the rockets and sucked in a breath as the missiles trembled, exhaust choking the floor below. “Oh hell!”

  He scrambled to his feet with Audra’s help. They looked at the smoking control panel. “Shit! We can’t stop it!”

  Audra turned to him. “Bombs! Do you have any?”

  “What?”

  “Grenades then! For fucks sake Alistair, do you have any grenades?”

  He looked at her. “What?”

  “Just give them!”

  Alistair fumbled some from his pouch and passed them over. Grabbing them, Audra raced over to the immense winch she’d seen before. Jamming them into the mechanism, she wrenched out the pins.

  “Run!”

  She and Alistair bolted across the room. Seconds later an explosion ripped through the room. With a tortured scream of metal the broken chain shot up into the ceiling. An ear-splitting clang echoed even over the scream of the rockets as the shutters slammed down.

  “There!” Audra gasped, beaming. “Now they’re not going anywhere!”

  “And us?” Alistair said.

  Audra blinked. Sagged. “Right…” Then, suddenly, she shot upright. Grabbed him. “The helicopter pad!”

  Alistair stiffened in realization. “Right! Audra, I could kiss you!”

  “Later! Come on!”

  Together they turned and bolted out of the subterranean hold. They tore open the secret passage and bolted through the halls. Audra gasped, counting down beneath her breath as they ran through the empty halls of the castle. They burst through the doors and onto the helipad, Audra fairly sobbing in relief at the sight of von Hammerstein’s helicopter whirring with anticipation of take off.

  The pilot turned, stunned as a naked woman and a guard yanked open the door. Alistair jumped in, pressing a gun to the man’s head. “Take off. Now!” Audra pulled herself inside just as the pilot hauled on the stick, tilting the helicopter before compelling it into the air. Audra looked back as they took to the sky, the gothic keep of Hammerstein Caste growing smaller with the distance.

  Nothing happened.

  “Shit,” Audra muttered. “Did it-“

  The blast shook the helicopter in the sky like a toy. Audra was practically thrown from her seat as the air shuddered with the shockwave. She grabbed the door, peering out through the window in awe as the castle collapsed in on itself, towers toppling, roof inverting. A plume of fire and dust rose like an erupting volcano from the center of the keep.

  “Woah,” Audra whistled softly.

  Conclusions

  “Excellent work, Vixen.”

  Audra smiled, her chin nestled in her arms, the phone propped up against her ear. “Hmm. Thank you, Director. Things worked out pretty well, I’d say.”

  “Certainly. An attack like could have cost tens of thousands of lives.”

  Audra wriggled a little with delight. “Mmmn. Always a pleasure to do my duty.”

  “Glad to hear it. Take your time recovering. I’ll call you when you’re needed again.”

  “Thank you, Director. Goodbye.”

  She hung up, then folded her arms again, cushioning her chin. Naked, her breasts pressed onto the bed, she wriggled a little under the firm weight of Alistair on her legs as he gently rubbed the soothing cream into the welts the whip had made on her back. He was shirtless, his muscled chest on full display for her eager eyes. A portrait of slim but powerful masculinity.

  “He took it well?”

  “Very,” Audra murmured happily. “Oooh. That feels so good…”

  “Glad to hear it. Fortunately they don’t look too deep. They should heal up without even a scar.”

  “Mmm. Good. It would be a crime to have my back marked up like that.”

  “True. Just a shame you won’t be able to lie on it for a while.”

  “Hmmm…” Audra moaned as his gentle touch slipped down her sides. His weight shifted, his hands gently stroking her firm hips. She gasped as his tongue ran up the seam of her ass. “Ooooh. Alistair? What are you doing back there?”

  “Well it seemed to me that I owe you for your help on that mission,” Alistair said, parting the firm cheeks of her ass, looking teasingly up her back. “And all things being fair, I think I should repay my debt.”

  Audra laughed, then groaned as his tongue dipped into the crease of her ass again, teasing her dark star. “Mnnn… Well… seems to me I did you a big fa-avour. So you’re going to have t-to really work for it.”

  “Seems fair,” Alistair said. Then he lowered his face, his tongue teasing her puckered hole.

  “Mmmmnnn,” Audra moaned, arching on the bed as his skilled tongue delved into her tight backdoor. “Oh y-yes,” she gasped, wriggling her rear. “Just like that. Mnn. Been a wh-while since anyone licked me there.”

  “Would have thought men would be lining up to kiss your ass,” Alistair said.

  Audra huffed and pushed his face back down. “Less talk. Your tongue’s needed elsewhere.”

  Alistair chuckled, but complied. Audra smiled and rested her chin on the cushion of her arms, gasping as he worked, his slick tongue teasing past her tight ring of muscles, his hot breath washing down the sensitive crease of her ass. “Mmmnnn. Yes. Deeper. F-fuck. That’s it. Just like that. Ah!” She bucked, fisting the blankets.

  She felt his hand slip between her legs, his finger teasing the hot gash of her cunt. She moaned, lifting her ass a little more to his face, groaning as his finger slipped into her warm cunny. “Ah. Ah. Ahn,” she panted as he assaulted her ass and cunt, teasing both with skillful touch. She bucked, moaning as her orgasm drew nearer. “Ah. F-fuck! Nnnn!” She buried her face in the pillow as she came, her cunt shuddering around his finger and her ass tensing around his tongue. “Ahhhhh!”

  She gasped as he drew his finger out of her. She looked over her shoulder as he drew back, smiling wickedly.

  “Enjoy that?”

  She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Alistair laughed, tossing it aside. “Take that as a yes.”

  “And you’d be right,” Audra said. Grinning, she drew her knees under her, raising her firm derrier up like an animal in heat. “But I think I’ll need a bit more than that.”

  “Sure about that?” Alistair said.

  “Shut up and fuck me already.”

  He laughed again. “Well I can’t deny the prospect is enticing,” he said, opening his pants and drawing out the hard shaft of his cock. “Where do you want me, Audra? In your always so lovely ass? Or maybe in your pleasantly tight pussy?”

  Audra’s eyes flashed. She swatted him and, giggling, pressed her rump against his washboard stomach. “Mmm. My pussy needs some attention after that. So come on. You are supposed to be paying me back. Remember? I didn’t make you wait.”

  “True enough,” Alistair said. He pumped his cock twice, drawing it to it
s full length, then grasped her rear, steadying her as he pushed forward, sheathing himself within her.

  Audra moaned as she felt the heat of his cock fill her. She breathed in slowly, moaning as he began to thrust. “Mmm. Yes. Just like that… Ah! There! That’s the spot. Oh mmph!”

  Alistair groaned, fucking her with a will. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her and grasping her soft breasts. Audra gasped, clenching her inner muscles around the hardness of his cock as he fondled her sensitive teats. Relishing the sensation as he rubbed her in just the right ways. “Oooh! Yes. Play with my soft tits. Ah. Ah! Y-yes! F-fuck! So close! I’m…I’m… c-cumming!”

  She cried out, tensing around his shaft. Alistair tightened his grip on her plump rear as her insides clenched around his shaft. He managed, panting, two last thrusts into her tight cunt, then came with a cry.

  Audra moaned as his hot seed washed inside her. She collapsed, panting on the bed. She crooned softly, wriggling a little as he pulled out of her. She twitched as he lightly patted her firm rear. “I’ll be back in a few hours to put some more cream on your back. I’ll bring back something to eat too. What are you feeling like?”

  “Hmm. Something sweet I think.”

  “Sweet it is.”

  Audra glanced over her shoulder as Alistair got off the bed. Admired his firm musculature as he redressed in a simple jacket and suit. She laughed softly as he laced up his tie, nudging his leg with her foot. “Hurry up! I’m hungry.”

  Chuckling, Alistair shook his head and departed. As the door closed Audra sighed, relaxing in the soft warmth of comfortably triumph. Another mission. Another success. And she certainly showed Alistair what she could do this time! She wriggled on the bed a little, feeling the warmth of his cum leaking from her slit.

  But soon enough a frown turned her mouth. She stared at the pillow before her as she picked over the events of the mission, idly running a finger in circles. She dipped a finger in the cream on her back, and on the pillow, etched three simple letters.

  ARM

  She folded her arms under her once more, staring at the letters in silence.

  She had a feeling something was only just beginning.

  Undercover Bimbo

  Awakening

  The colours swirled before her eyes. Music hummed in her ears. Her breasts, ass and hips ached wonderfully. Everything was so perfect. So wonderful. She giggled. Wonderful. That was a silly word.

  She realized belatedly the colours had begun to fade. The music in her ears died off, growing fainter and fainter, dragging all the thoughts with them as the roof of the pod rose slowly.

  “How do you feel?”

  She blinked dully, her mouth slack and open. She closed it slowly. “I… feel… like, suuuper good,” she said with a dazed smile.

  The person who asked the question smiled encouragingly. She was really pretty, wearing a white gown that reached her knees, her skin tanned and hair a pretty shade of red. And her tits were like, huge! They swelled against her gown in shapely curves, rounding out the stiffness of her clothing wonderfully.

  “Do you know you’re name?”

  She started from her reverie. Fuck, that lady’s boobs were, like, hypnotic! But there was a question. It seemed important. She furrowed her brows, trying to remember, her lips thrust out in a pout. “Ummm… No,” she said. “Is that bad?”

  “Not at all,” the curvy woman said soothingly. “It’s fine. In fact, why don’t we give you a name right now? How does Slut sound?”

  She brightened, seizing on the idea. “Like, yeah! Slut sounds great!”

  “Good,” the woman told Slut. “Now, what would you like the most right now?”

  She didn’t need to think hard about that one. Slut’s face opened in an eager smile. “Like, I totally want someone to fuck me stupid!”

  “I doubt you could get much stupider,” the woman said with amusement.

  Slut giggled. “Probably not!”

  “Fortunately, we have someone right here for you.”

  Slut turned her head and saw a man in a business suit. He was big with a pugnacious looking face. Kind of ugly, but then, she didn’t really care. She was just a Slut, and sluts didn’t care who fucked them.

  She slid out of the pod, nearly overbalancing. She gaped at her breasts. She didn’t remember much from before, but she definitely didn’t have such great tits! She touched them, moaning with delight as a wonderful throb of pleasure radiated through her chest, gathering in her naked pussy.

  “Mnnn!”

  “Now Slut. Mister Crezin needs your attention.”

  “Oh!” She took her hands from her mammoth mammaries. “Whoopsie! Slut is so dumb.”

  The woman’s smile deepened, her eyes glinting cruelly. “Yes. She is. Now go on and suck Mister Crezin’s cock.”

  Slut took a step towards him but again overbalanced. She fell down onto her hands and knees, then brightened. Of course! If she couldn’t walk, she could just crawl. Besides, it felt right to be on her hands and knees. That way, anyone could fuck her so easily! Beaming with delight, she crawled towards the man and undid his pants.

  “She’s quick,” he said with amusement.

  “Of course she is. We do excellent work.”

  “Yeah. Payment is being delivered right now. And she won’t remember…”

  “Of course not. Look at her. Does any of her remind you of Mina Vasia?”

  The name sounded vaguely familiar to Slut, but then she finally got his cock in her hands, and every other thought become utterly unimportant. She stroked the thick manhood before her with awe. Feeling it harden in her hands. Instinctively, she what came next. Her mouth opened on what seemed its own accord and took the man’s cock to the root.

  “Oh fuck!” he groaned as Slut’s soft lips slid down his shaft.

  “She won’t remember a thing,” the woman continued. “She’s just Slut now. Willing to do anything you want without complaint or protest.”

  “Y-yeah. I see…”

  They seemed to be talking about something important, but Slut didn’t much care. Not with the hot cock in her mouth, her tongue rolling over it, tasting the musky maleness. She moaned, arching lazily, pushing out her swollen tits. Maybe if she did a good job, master would fuck her next!

  She smiled around his shaft, her plump red lips increasing their pace. Oh gosh. Wouldn’t that just be, like, the best!

  Briefings

  “Ahn! Ahn! Mnnnn!”

  Audra Antoinette threw back her head, blonde locks flashing like gold in the dusky lights of the ship’s cabin. Her generous hips worked, bouncing her atop her lover, her pussy clenching around his thick cock and her heavy breasts swaying with every thrust deep inside of her. Shapely, striking, she was a picture of a woman, her body lightly tanned, toned with training and soft with pleasure.

  Beneath her, Raphael moaned. The heavy set Arab man pumped into her, his thick shaft filling her delightfully. His skin a mocha hue, his chest a carpet of curly dark hair. His lidded eyes were low with pleasure as the pale, shapely blonde bounced atop him, fucking herself with a frantic eagerness.

  “Yesss! Oh fuck! Raphael! Mmmm!”

  Raphael chuckled, his leathery hands palming her generous teats, massaging the soft flesh in just the right ways. She moaned, shaking as his clever hands stroked her, centering on the tingling nipples before branching out again. Her breasts had always been delightfully sensitive, and now they pulsed, throbbing so sweetly as she rocked atop Raphael, pleasure spearing through her and into her shuddering cunt. No one knew how better to exploit her tender mounds than the obese man beneath her, the silks of his bed tangled around them, the air thick with hashish and the pungent scent of sex.

  “Ohhhhh! Fuck! Raphael! Yes! Yes! Ah, just like that! Fuck me! Fuck me haaaaard!”

  “Ah. My sweet… who could… do otherwise,” the older man gasped beneath her. “So lovely. My desert rose. A vision of pleasure to this old man. Ah…”

  A knock at the door made Aud
ra jump, her cunt tighten around his shaft. Raphael glanced up at her, his dark eyes lazy and amused. She bit her lip as his hands began to massage her breasts more intently, fingers digging into the generous flesh

  “Hmmm? Yes?” Raphael asked as he lazily rubbed his cock inside of her, driving Audra towards another height of pleasure. Teasing her. Spurring her on. The ravishing blonde bit her lip, recognizing the game. And that it was a game sent a new thrill through her as his thick cock stroked her inner walls, pushing her ever nearer her orgasm.

  “Sir. We’ve arrived.”

  “Ah,” Raphael breathed, his hands lifting her generous teats, thumbs rubbing circles on her sensitive breasts, sending sweet pleasure throbbing through her. Audra grasped his shoulders to steady herself, her hips lifting her atop him and driving her back down on him. Fuck. She didn’t think she would make it…

  “How excellent,” Raphael breathed. “Any problems?”

  “No sir,” the man said.

  Audra keened low and desperately as her pussy trembled around Raphael’s dark cock. She could feel the tension of her orgasm through her every muscle, her toes curling with the desperate anticipation of relief. But she held it back. Held herself poised on that tantalizing precipice. The old Arab smiled in lazy mirth.

  “Bring us in.”

  “Yes sir.”

  Audra panted. She made it. She made-

  Rapahel suddenly tweaked her buzzing nipples.

  “Ahhhhhh!” she screamed as her orgasm slammed through her. Fireworks burst in her brain and her thoughts spun away in a tangle. Her inner walls tightened on his thick shaft, she heard him grunt, and his cock pulse, his hot seed filling her slick depths. Gasping, she collapsed atop Raphael’s broad belly, her breasts mashing against his wiry chest hair.

  She lay there, shuddering, still impaled atop his cock. Raphael patted her soft rump, giving it a possessive squeeze. Audra moaned, aching for the obese Arab man. Something about how easily he took possession of her thrilled her beyond words.