Agent Vixen Collection

by Jay Aury

  It was shockingly huge. Audra looked about, staring in surprise at the extent of the chamber. Steel walls surrounded the room in a dome. Aged machinery crouched in corners, and over a lowered lip she saw a vast mechanical dome dominating the center of the room. Piping and cables sprawled from the vast device, faded warning signs in German plastered all over it. She heard the dull hum, and by its glow, she realized she had come across the nuclear device that the Director’s satellites had tracked.

  But not even the crudity of a 1940 Nazi nuclear generator compared to the walls.

  Tanks piled atop each other rose from floor to ceiling. Heavy metal doors locked each, and through the small glass windows she could see men, naked, with tubes running from their chests and into the walls of their coffins. Green fluids bubbled around them, their eyes shut, faces steady and still with some strange slumber. Faces which were identical in every way.

  “Impressive no?” her guard asked idly as they made his way across the room to a domed side chamber. “From here ve shall grow the seeds of the army vich shall bring forth ze Reich vonce more.”

  “Huh,” Audra said.

  Krauss yawned as he touched a switch in the wall. The steel plate slid open, revealing a room filled with tanks of bubbling fluids. Needles and tools of a decidedly surgical nature were lined up along a wall, and in the center of the room, under the glare of a group of piercing lights, lay a chair. It reminded Audra vaguely of a dentist’s chair, although the cold steel restraints for arms and legs were more than a little disconcerting.

  “Oh God,” Audra murmured.

  “Yes,” her guard said. “It vill be a grand thing to see.”

  Audra swallowed, then gasped as she felt his hand glide down her back and the shapely curve of her rump. She glanced back at him, noting the heat of his eyes as he took in her form.

  “Strip her,” Krauss said with a careless wave as he wandered inside the room and flicked on monitors and machinery, bringing the domed room to life. “Ve vill… hmn… begin ze process at vonce.”

  “Gladly,” the man said. The two of them grabbed the edge of her dress, sliding it off of her. As the slinky black fabric released her breasts she thrust out her chest, gasping as her full teats came into view, nipples hardened to diamond points. She wriggled her rear as the garment slid over her wide hips, her bum pressing against the first man’s cock, making him hiss in surprise, his hands clenching on her hips as she rubbed the crease of her rear against his bulge.

  By the time the guards pulled the last of the garment down, baring all of Audra’s pale, shapely flesh, they were breathing heavily, flushed and flustered at the sight of her body. Audra looked over her shoulder, eyes pleading. “Please,” she murmured. “Don’t do this. I’ll do anything.”

  “Anything?” the guard gasped.

  “Please,” she said again, injecting all the innocence, all the desperate need of a woman in fear into her voice. She turned, pressing herself against his chest, her breasts mashing against him. “Please…”

  The guard swallowed. His cock throbbed in his pants. “Alright,” he rasped. “Ass out. Let me fuck you, and I’ll help you.”

  “Kranz,” the other guard muttered.

  “Shut up, Rast,” Kranz snarled, dragging Audra from the entrance of the surgical room and out of sight. “You can have a piece too.”

  Audra saw the two men’s eyes meet. The silent understanding between them. They’d never let her go. They’d fuck her and then, without a moment’s hesitation, shove her into the cruel chair of Krauss’s experiment.

  Fuckers.

  Audra slid down Kranz’s front. “Oh thank you,” she gasped. “Thank you so much.” Her fingers worked on the front of his pants, freeing his cock. She grasped it, opening her mouth wide and taking him to the root.

  “Oh fuck,” Kranz gasped, grabbing her head.

  “Vat?” Krauss called, just out of sight.

  “Nothing!” Kranz gasped. “Just… getting her naked. More clothes zen… zen ve thought!”

  Audra hummed, drawing back, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she did, then plunging forward again. Kranz bucked, gasping as she bobbed atop his cock, deepthroating him. She smiled grimly. She knew every trick in the book, and with a grim certainty, she knew was going to need them all. Her tongue writhed with knee weakening skill on his cock. Her fingers cupped his heavy balls and played with them. Her cheeks hollowed, giving her more sweet suction of his rock hard shaft.

  “Ah. Hn! F-fuck yes. Such a slut she is. No vonder Hammerstein van…vanted her.”

  Rast watched, his face losing its earlier reservation in favour of needy anticipation. His shaft was fairly bursting from the tan fabric of his pants as he watched Audra suck his companion’s cock.

  Audra bobbed more frantically. Her soft lips working with needy eagerness. Her ruby red lips slid up and down, soft and plush. Kranz panted. His face flushed. “F-fuck. Fuck! Hrrrrr!” Kranz’s legs shook as he finally came, his orgasm ripping through him with bone numbing force. He fell against the metal wall, gasping, sliding down in fits and starts.

  Audra pulled back, swallowing. Her tongue flicked about her lips. She was barely given an instant before Rast grabbed her. “Me now, whore,” the other guard commanded, shoving her face against his cock.

  Audra touched his shaft, nuzzling his cock. “Of course,” she said, undoing his zipper some more, her hand toying with his cock. “Master.”

  And with all her strength she punched him in the balls.

  Lustful anticipation drained from Rast’s face along with every bit of colour. His mouth opened, a strangled sound of agony squeaking from his throat. His knees buckled. He grabbed his groin, his eyes crossing.

  Audra rose smoothly. Turned. Kranz lifted his head in shock, still weakened from post orgasmic bliss. He fumbled for his gun. She cocked her head, a playful smile on her lips before she punched him as hard as she could. His head rebounded off the metal wall with a dull clang, the Nazi guard sliding the rest of the way to the floor, insensate.

  Bending down, Audra snatched up the man’s weapon. She turned to Rast, who had gone to his knees, face planted on the floor, doubled over and still gripping his groin. For good measure, Audra cracked him on the back of the head with the stock of her gun.

  “Vere is ze patient?”

  Audra lifted her head as Krauss stepped around the corner. The man in the lab coat paused, a needle filled with something bubbling and green in one hand. He stared blankly, his sleepy expression slowly altering to one of dawning comprehension.

  “Oh.”

  She shot him, the bang of the gunshot reverberating around the metal room. Krauss jerked back, feet flying from under him as he collapsed on the floor.

  Audra lowered her gun. Exhaled. She grinned harshly. Damn, but that was satisfying.

  But she was hardly out of the woods yet. Audra looked up from her work and to the tanks filled with future soldiers of Hammerstein’s mad ambitions. Then her eyes went down, and to the massive shape of the generator on the lower floor.

  She smiled.

  Meeting the Monkey

  Alistair lifted his head as he heard the door of the prison bang open. He straightened as the guard did, the man saluting with crisp soldiery. Alistair wasn’t surprised to see Victor von Hammerstein strut before the cell door, though the massive monkey that loped after him was a less than pleasant surprise.

  The glass lens over von Hammerstein’s eye gleamed as he looked in through the bars. His smirk was made all the more menacing by the melted skin that defined half his face.

  “So! Ve meet again. You are no doubt ze one who took Franz’s identity back at ze castle, yes?” He stopped smiling, eye growing hard. “All vas going qvuite vell until you arrived, of course. And gave ze girl an opening to strike!”

  “Where is she?” Alistair demanded.

  The mad man laughed, his glass eyepiece gleaming in the ill light of the dungeon. “She, unlike you, still has a future vith ze new vorld order. She is be
ing prepared. Altered by mein brilliant companion, Krauss. After he iz done, your lofely lady vill be ze mother of ze new master race!

  “Vich, sadly, leaves you rather unnecessary.”

  Alistair tensed. “So, what? You’re going to shoot me?”

  “Oh nothing qvuite so mundane. Mein sweet pet, Blust, vas denied ze amusement of killing ze lovely miss Antoinette. You, on ze other hand, have no such value to me. Open ze cell.”

  The guard came forward and unlocked the door before quickly stepping back. Alistair tensed as the massive monkey shouldered his way inside. “Oook!” the ape barked, beating its chest with fists like sledge hammers.

  Alistair lowered himself to a tense crouch. This wasn’t good. The animal was made for muscle and strength. It could tear his head off with one of its massive hands, and in the confined space of the cell, he didn’t have much going for him.

  Blust roared, showing yellow fangs as it knuckled its way back and forth before him. The ape bellowed again, beating its chest with a sound like thundering drums. Even though he was expecting it, the ape’s charge was so fast it nearly had him. Alistair ducked, throwing himself past the ape. Blust hit the wall, rebounding off it and landing on its feet, swinging around. Alistair threw a punch into its face.

  Blust howled, staggering back and grabbing at its sensitive nose. The ape shook its head, snorting. It hurled itself at Alistair. He jerked back, dodging a massive arm and throwing a kick into its stomach. It was like kicking a block of cement, the ape’s chest so thick with corded muscle he did more damage to his foot than it.

  Blust bellowed again. Alistair took a step back and hit the wall. Cornered, he didn’t have a chance of dodging those massive arms. They swung around him, hauling him into a crushing hug an inch from the ape’s face.

  “Dirty… monkey!” Alistair grunted.

  Blust laughed, a sound eerily human, and tightened its arms. Alistair flexed against it, but winced in pain as the bone crushing strength in those limbs tightened.

  “Yes!” von Hammerstein cackled, his eye piece gleaming with hate. His gloved hands tightened to fists, leather creaking with excitement. “Squeeze him mein pet. Crush ze son of a bitch! I vant to see his organs burst out of his stupid mouth like ze toothpaste!”

  “Rrrrrr!” Alistair groaned, blood pounding in his ears, yet still able to hear the alarming creak of his ribcage as the ape tightened its embrace further.

  The scream of an alarm burst on them in a flash of red warning lights and static wails. Blust raised its bullet head in surprise and fear, its grip loosening just a touch. Von Hammerstein jumped, whirling about to the guard. “Vat! Vat iz zat! Vat’s happening!”

  The man held out his hands in the universal sign of ‘I have no fucking clue’.

  The door to the prison banged open. Every eye swivelled to see a shapely naked woman silhouetted in the doorway, two guns in hand and aimed forward. Audra blew some blonde hair from her face, hips cocking to the side.

  “Miss me, Hammerstein?” Audra said with a smoky smile.

  “Oh fuck,” von Hammerstein murmured in a small voice. “Not again.”

  The bang of gunshots ripped through the narrow space, echoing off the stone walls. Von Hammerstein reeled back, jerked like a puppet as Audra unleashed a hail of bullets down the narrow corridor. The guard moved to grab his gun but a twitch of Audra’s right hand put a bullet through him too.

  Blust released Alistair. The ape roared in rage, swinging out of the cell and charging Audra. She turned both guns and opened fire. Every bullet slammed home into the ape’s massive frame, a few pinging off its metal skull. Her eyes widening, Audra retreated as it advanced, still shooting. Blust nearly reached her when the dozen bullet holes in its chest informed its altered brain that it was dead. Blust took a last step forward, then fell forward, its bulk shaking the very floor of the dungeon, hairy arms thrown forward, fingers just nearly touching Audra’s feet.

  Audra lowered her guns, exhaling deeply. “Fuck that felt good.”

  A groan came from the cell. Audra raced down the corridor. Alistair lay where he had been dropped, face tight with pain.

  “Alistair!” Audra gasped, dropping to a knee beside him. She reached out, then hesitated, hands hovering over him. “Are you okay?”

  “Not… great…” he gasped. He looked at her blearily. “You’re naked…”

  Audra laughed despite herself, blowing some errant blonde hair from her face. “I am. Can you walk?”

  “Think so…”

  She helped him to a sitting position and then to his feet. Alistair hissed, pressing a hand to his aching ribs. “Fucking monkey.” He lifted his head, looking at the wailing sirens. “What’s that about?”

  “Oh. I set the reactor in the underground Nazi cloning room to blow.”

  “What!”

  “Yeah. We should really go,” she said.

  Alistair grit his teeth against the pain, pausing only long enough to grab a gun the dead guard had been in the midst of drawing. Together, they raced out of the cells and down the corridor.

  “You have a plan I hope,” he panted.

  “Course!” Audra said. “Same as last time. Get to the helicopter pad, hijack it, and get out of here.”

  They skidded into the main foyer just as the front doors flew open and a dozen guards poured in.

  Alistair grabbed her, yanking her back behind the corner a second before a hail of bullets chewed the wall where she’d been standing to splinters. “Plan B?”

  Audra bit her lip, feeling his firm body press against her. Adrenaline pounded through her, along with a hot sense of naked lust. “Um… Wait! The garage!”

  She turned and ran, Alistair following while sending a few bullets back down the hallway to keep the head of any enterprising pursuer down. They raced past paintings and down the familiar hall. Audra threw open the door, bolting into the gardens and the night. Alistair followed, slamming shut the door behind him and shooting the automated lock.

  Together they ran across the compound and towards the garages. At first they weren’t noticed. Guards were shouting at one another and others were milling in confusion as blaring warnings screamed from every speaker. But the distraction couldn’t last forever. Inevitably, someone noticed Audra’s toned naked body, fairly shining in the moonlight like some racing nymph as they crossed the grounds. A shout went up just as they reached the garage, Audra slamming open the door.

  The truck they’d seen entering the compound rested within, canvas back peeled back showing the metal ribs of the supports. Alistair pressed himself against the wall, shooting at anyone he saw as Audra scrambled into the cab. She cursed when she found no keys in the ignition. She broke open the bottom of the steering column and fished through the wires.

  “Audra…” Alistair said as he spotted a number of guards gathering against the darkness to rush the garage.

  “I’m on it,” she hissed as she fished out the wiring.

  “Audra!”

  “Almost!”

  Alistair ducked as bullets thumped into the wall. “Audra!”

  Audra touched two wires together. The engine roared to life, headlights flickering and blazing against the steel door. “Got it!”

  Alistair slammed the garage opener on the wall. As the corrugated steel gate rose with a whine of machinery audible even over the scream of alarms he threw himself into the passenger side. Audra slammed her foot on the gas, hands tight on the wheel.

  With a roar two tons of steel and rubber tore out of the garage. Wheels squealed on the path. Bullets thumped into the heavy metal of the truck as Audra steered them towards the heavy wooden gates. She pushed herself back against the seat, hammered the gas, and drove straight for it.

  The heavy wooden gates gave way with a crash that echoed across the night shrouded jungle. One of the truck’s headlights was torn off, the other cracked, throwing forward a flickering beam of illumination. Audra cranked the wheel, the truck squealing across the beaten earth road, dust pluming i
n its wake.

  They rounded a bend, and the complex was behind them. Bouncing down the dirt path, they heard a distant rumble. Audra looked into the rear view mirror, watching as fire and smoke plumed from what had once been the Hammerstein jungle estate.

  She sighed heavily, shaking her head, the boom of smaller explosions thumping through the night as she again pressed down on the gas, peeling through the darkness and away from the estate.

  Conclusions

  “Clones?”

  Audra nodded firmly. “Yes, Director. Clones. Nazi clones and a mentally modified ape. Somewhat hard to believe, I know. But there it is.”

  The Director rubbed his bewhiskered chin. “I see…”

  Audra sat, tense and waiting for more. At length the Director nodded. “I see. Well, you did what had to be done. Good job Vixen.”

  Audra sagged a little, smiling. Any other agency in the world and she would probably have been locked up in an asylum. To be fair, even for G7, she’d never worked a case quite as strange as that one. A mad scientist turning women in bimbo sluts yes. But still, she’d doubted he’d believe her.

  But the Director had. And that made her a little thoughtful. Audra cleared her throat. “Director?”

  “Hm?”

  “What do you know about… the Society of Defence?”

  The Director paused. He slowly lifted his cup of tea and took a sip. He met her eyes, his own unreadable. “I can’t say I know, Vixen.”

  “I see…”

  “I’m certain,” the Director continued, “that such an organization wouldn’t be well known. And I’m also quite sure that if such a one did exist, it would only reveal itself, and only if absolutely necessary.”

  Audra absorbed this. “Like G7?”

  The Director bobbed the teabag into his mug thoughtfully. “Espionage, Vixen, is a tricky business. Nothing is ever what it seems. And what is known is never all that’s there. The world is a big place. But it’s more. It’s deep. There are layers that run beneath the world we know that few ever see. Things that make the Underworld you know a sunny day at the park.”