Agent Vixen Collection

by Jay Aury

  Audra felt the regret, but pushed past it. Tempting as it was to remain a mindless bimbo slut, she knew she had other things to do. Things that would need all of her faculties about her.

  But, she thought with a giggle, arms wrapping around Maxine’s head and tugging her back down into her massive teats, that was no reason not to enjoy the process.

  Evening

  Hours later the shower kicked on. Audra sighed, rubbing her hands over her body as the hot water poured over her, washing away the love juice, saliva and milk that coated her.

  She remembered little after Maxine drained her other breast. Flashes of pleasured rocking, her tongue working on Maxine’s clutching cunt, Maxine’s lips against Audra’s crack before delving into her tight ass. Audra blushed again, the water drumming over her breasts, now once more their familiar size, but every droplet sending minor shockwaves through her body to tingle against her core. She sighed, aching, but oh so satisfied.

  She turned off the water at last and stepped out and back into the lab. Towling off her hair, she strode naked across the chrome floor and towards the banks of computers. Maxine sat there, hair still a mass of dishevelled gold, her glasses reflecting the streaming data on the computer. Like Audra, she was perfectly content with her nakedness, her massive breasts swelling from her chest, only her white lab coat still garbing her.

  “Hey Audie! Enjoy the shower?”

  “Very,” Audra said, exhaling heavily. “I needed that.” She glanced at the computers. “Find anything?”

  “Oh yeah! Check it out. There’s this twitter account where they rate dogs. And they’re just like, soooo cuuuute!”

  Audra rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. “I meant about the cellphone.”

  “Oh! Yeah! Duh!” Maxine said, slapping the heel of her hand against her forehead. “Totally! Check it out!”

  Wrapping the damp towel around her shoulders, Audra leaned on the curving edge of the egg-shaped chair Maxine occupied as the bimbo clicked her fingers on the projecting keys.

  “So, like, the message was bounced all over the place. Even off some satellites! But like, different ones. Any other computer would never have been able to trace the signal. It was soooo decayed after that. And it went through a bunch of terminals. Kept trying to trick me into thinking they came out of like, the Kremlin and Washington and Budapest. But check it out! After getting bounced around servers and different computers, some with some really good firewalls and securities, it ended up here!”

  Audra leaned in. Frowned faintly as the projection of the globe rushed in, the signal centering on a small spot. “That’s the middle of the Bering Sea. There’s nothing there.”

  “So it looks!” Maxine chimed. “But I used to read up on a ton of, like, spooky old files and stuff. And the computer cross referenced them. And look!”

  The projection of the digital map moved aside, and a new image rose to take its place. Audra’s eyes widened at the scanned image of an old map of Beringia, the former land bridge between Alaska and Asia.

  And sketched there, the unmistakeable shape of an island.

  “Holy shit,” Audra breathed. “Can we get a satellite image of it?”

  “Nope!” Maxine chirped. “Not a thing. They just show the ocean. Even google! And google’s the shit.”

  “It is indeed,” Audra breathed, feeling that familiar chill of expectation. “A hidden island. So that’s what ARM’s doing.”

  “Yeah. So, what are you gonna do?” Maxine asked.

  Audra narrowed her eyes. “I’m going to go there,” Audra said grimly. “And I am going to show them exactly who they’ve been fucking with.”

  Epilogue

  Alistair sighed, flicking through the channels on the television. The news chattered on about an escape at a station in London. No suspects and yet. So the agencies were still trying to keep things under wraps, for now. That was good. It gave them at least a little time before they started. He shook his head. Intelligence Agencies were always tight lipped. That had been half the reason for G7. An organization beyond the petty loyalties of a single nation.

  But now...

  He lifted his head as the door opened, and Audra sauntered back in. He sat up a little more attentively, catching the subtle sinuousness in her movements. The lazy shift of the hips. She wore a pair of dark glasses and a trench coat.

  “Any luck?”

  “Plenty,” she said, shrugging off the trench coat. Alistair raised his brows as he saw she wore only a pair of frilly red panties beneath, a bra of similar design cupping her luscious breasts. He felt a familiar stirring as she crossed the room towards the bed, hips swinging. She kneeled beside him, leaning over him. Her lips met his, and Alistiar hummed, reaching up and stroking her shoulders, drawing her against him.

  “Hmm,” he hummed, palming her crimson clad teat, hearing her gasp softly into his kiss. He fingered the bra. “Those are new.”

  “Thought you might enjoy it,” she murmured huskily.

  Alistair grinned and eased down the cup, baring the full orb of her breast. “You thought right. How did your meeting go?”

  “Perfectly,” she said, straddling him. She leaned in again, silencing him with another kiss. Alistair returned it, hungry. He was curious about the meeting, but when she was like this, he could hardly resist. There would be time later. He rolled her over, laying her out beneath him, her curvy frame as lovely as he recalled. He lowered his head, gently nibbling on her nipple. She gasped, moaned deeply as her hips lifted to meet his hand grazing the subtle groove in her panties.

  “Always,” Alistair grinned. He ran his tongue around the coin of her areola, lingering on the hardened bud of her nipple. His finger pressed a little more insistently against her pussy, rubbing her groove, coaxing her towards that familiar height. His tongue swirled around her nipple in that way he knew she adored, and by her gasp and twitch he knew he was right. His hand slipped under the fabric, sliding a finger inside her. Then another, lazily stroking her depths as he licked and toyed with her nipple.

  Audra moaned, arching beneath him, panting deeply. Every buck of her hips more eager, her voice rising. “Ah! Mnnn! Oh f-fuck yes! Yes! C-cumming!”

  She screamed, shuddering around his fingers. Alistair chuckled, withdrawing his hand from her shuddering depths. “Enjoyed that, did you?” he asked, hooking his thumb in her panties and tugging them down, baring her sweet furrow, delicate thatch of hair just above like a delicate crown.

  “Oh God,” Audra moaned softly. “Were you… mnn… always that good?”

  “Always,” Alistair smirked.

  She glanced down, her eyes flashing, her grin hungry. She grabbed his shoulders, suddenly flipping him around. He landed on his back with a grunt, then her lips were on his, hungry and eager. One hand stroked his face, the other slipped lower, finding the buckle of his belt.

  “Mnnn. And what have we here?” she asked, freeing his hardened cock from his pants. He hissed as she ran her fingers up it, thumb stroking the underside before teasing the head. She grinned down at him and moved, straddling his hips. She leaned back, aiming his cock for her pussy. Then, slowly slid down.

  “Oooooh,” Audra moaned as his cock pushed inside her. Alistair grunted, grabbing her hips. She seemed tighter than usual, and he wondered just what she and Maxine had been doing. Then she hilted, her expression one of sweet bliss.

  “Oh fuuuuuck,” Audra groaned, rolling her hips, slowly fucking herself atop him. Then faster. Faster. Her breath came in shuddering gasps. Her blonde hair flew around her head, her inner walls clutching and stroking his rigid shaft. “Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Fuck!”

  “You’re tight!” Alistair gasped, matching her speed, his hands finding her sensitive breasts and playing with her swinging tits.

  “I-ahhh!” Audra cried out, thrusting out her chest and into his playful hands, her sensitive orbs helpless under his expert touch. Alistair had had ample opportunity to study those lovely breasts, and he brought that skill to bear, strok
ing her bouncing mounds, fingers closing in on hardened nipples as she rode him, hips rolling, plunging his cock inside of her. “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me haaaaard!”

  Alistair grunted, thrusting more eagerly. Her breasts bounced, her hips rocked. He felt her nearing her peak. His fingers found her nipples, and pinched down.

  She slammed down atop his cock. She threw back her head, blonde hair flying. She screamed her pleasure, her orgasm tightening around his cock, pushing him past the point of no return. He cried out, arching beneath her, cock pulsing as he came, his hot cum racing into her tight quim.

  Panting, Alistair fell back, head spinning with the glow of pleasure. He grinned up at her flushed and panting face.

  “How… was that?”

  “Oooh,” Audra moaned. “Best yet.”

  He chuckled, closing his eyes as he basked in the afterglow.

  He heard a click. Opened his eyes. The barrel of a gun hovered before his face. The vixen holding it swept her blonde hair over her shoulder, his cock still impaling her atop him, her blue eyes bright and her smile like a cat’s with the bird beneath its paw.

  He stared at her. “Audra…”

  “Goodnight, Alistair.”

  She fired.

  Femdom Climax on the Isle of ARM

  Return

  Audra Antoinette was half asleep as the cab pulled up to the hotel. She groaned, stretching lazily, her tumbling blonde curls falling around her head. Her arms and legs ached with the wonderful tension of sated pleasure after her encounter with Maxine. Her ample breasts throbbed and her firm derrier tingled pleasantly against the leather seat. As promised, the jaw dropping curves Maxine’s gum had induced had faded, her swollen tits shrinking back down to their more modest, albeit still ample, size. Audra giggled softly, her nipples still hard and faintly moist from the eager milking. It wasn’t every day she got to experience the wonders of Maxine’s devices, the blonde bimbo being a genius in matters of technology.

  Sighing, she stepped out of the car and paid the driver. She sauntered inside the hotel and into the elevator, thumbing the button for the third floor. She couldn’t wait to tell Alistair she had at last found out where ARM was. She smiled grimly. The organization may have tried to throw her to the wolves, but she’d be damned if she’d let them. She knew where they were now. And by God they were going to pay.

  The elevator beeped, slid open and she walked down the hall. Her stride grew cockier, her eyes bright with anticipation. Of course Alistair would be impressed. And she would, naturally, play it down. Oh no. It was nothing really. All part of a day’s work. Whoops! Look at that. My pants fell down. Alistair could you get them? Oh, and while you’re down there, my pussy could use a good licking. Audra laughed softly as she unlocked the door and stepped inside.

  And froze.

  The faint scent of perfume and gunpowder lingered in the air. Audra slammed her back against the wall, hand slipping inside of her purse and grabbing her gun, drawing it out.

  She stayed there, listening. Barely able to resist the urge to race into the bedroom. She took a slow breath, then jerked around the corner, gun raised.

  Silence met her. A lamp had been overturned. Rumpled sheets twisted atop the bed, empty. Empty, but for a single rose, laid delicately on the blankets.

  No.

  Audra stepped into the room numbly, staring at the spot. She picked up the rose, catching a hint of Alistair’s masculine scent lingering on it.

  No.

  Her phone rang, the sound a jarring shriek in the silence. Audra dropped the rose, fumbling for the phone. She pulled it free, put it to her ear.

  “Yes?”

  “Good evening Agent Vixen. Just a quick heads up, but in two minutes several men are going to enter the hotel. They are all armed and looking for you.”

  The phone creaked in her grip. “Who is this?”

  “Look out the window.”

  Audra did, nudging aside the blinds with the barrel of her gun. She stared as several dark cars slid up before the hotel, doors swinging open. A man and a woman stepped out, dressed in sharp cut suits with near identical grim expressions and, for some reason, wearing twin Stetson hats. Others filed out of the cars.

  “ARM,” she hissed.

  “Worse, Vixen. Your former comrades.”

  Audra bit her lip, tensing. She’d gleefully shoot any ARM agent, but her own people? That wouldn’t look good at all. Not that things looked good now. The whole world thought she shot the head of G7. And a cop, now that she thought about it. Though he had been an ARM agent.

  “Now listen close and listen well, Vixen, because I don’t repeat myself. If you want to escape, and I very much think you do, turn around. Out the door, at the end of the hallway are the stairs. Move, woman!”

  Numbly Audra turned. She hastened out of the room, crushing the rose under her foot. Shock turned to adrenaline. She pushed everything out of her mind but the immediate situation. Her grandfather had impressed that one on her long ago. Worry about the rest later. Survive above all.

  But she couldn’t ignore it all. Anger burned like a lump of molten lead in her stomach. She grit her teeth, feeding on it, fuelling her as she threw open the door and raced down the narrow hallway. A red sign flashed by declaring the stairs ahead. The heavy door yielded with a creak of protest into a narrow cement set of stairs running through the old building.

  Echoes of racing footsteps rang up the narrow passage. Audra looked over the railing and saw one of the Stetson hat wearing figures leading several suited men. He looked up, saw her.

  “There!”

  Audra cursed, turned.

  “Up the stairs, Vixen,” the voice through the phone said.

  “To the roof?”

  “I suppose you could go downstairs if you really wanted to.”

  Fuck. Audra raced up the stairs as fast as she could. The racing steps behind her were nearly thunderous. How the hell did they find her! Audra was fit, but even so by the time she reached the top of the stairs she was winded. She threw open the door to the roof. Florida’s warm air scented with the sea washed over her. Stars twinkled high as she dashed across the roof.

  “Agent Doe! NATO investigative branch! Freeze!”

  Audra ducked around an air conditioner. A bullet thumped into the thin metal a second later.

  “Audra Antoinette! You’re trapped. Come out with your hands up!”

  Audra dashed away from the air conditioner. The voice through the phone was barely a whisper against the high wind. She reached the edge of the roof, then spun about.

  The man and woman with the Stetson hats slowly approached, weapons trained on her. Around them, the suited men fanned out. The moonlight washed the scene in a pale glow, gleaming silver off the cold metal of the agent’s weapons. Audra stepped back, still holding the phone to her ear, her heel scraping the edge of the roof and touching the darkness of oblivion.

  “I didn’t do it!” Audra shouted, her blonde hair fluttering in the wind. “I’ve been set up!”

  “You will put your hands on your head and get down on the ground. Now!” Doe shouted.

  “Immediately,” Deer added.

  Audra glanced between them, grim eyed.

  “No.”

  She stepped back, and vanished over the side.

  For a split second both Doe and Deer could only stare at the empty space where a woman once stood. Then, cursing, they raced to the edge of the roof and peered over.

  The emergency fire escape rattled in Audra’s hand, the rickety ladder descending the four floors to the ground. She winced as it halted, nearly jarring her off the old rusted metal. She dropped off, glancing back up at the stunned faces of Doe and Deer peering over. She gave them a mocking salute, turned, and ran.

  She heard them curse. Dust and gravel burst around her feet as they opened fire, but too little too late. She rounded the corner and ran around to the front of the building where the team of dark cars sat, waiting. One man stood guard among them, idly smok
ing. When he saw Audra barreling towards him, his eyes widened, cigarette tumbling limply from his mouth. He grabbed for the gun holstered at his side seconds before Audra slammed into him, smashing him into the door of the car. The man hit it with a bang, wheezing and sinking to the ground. Audra grabbed his gun and the keys. She leaned in to the sleek black vehicle and turned the ignition, grinning as the engine rumbled to life. Leaning back out, she fired, punching holes in the tires of the other idling cars.

  She’d just slid into the seat when the doors of the hotel slammed open and Doe and Deer raced out. Audra slammed her foot on the gas, the car roaring to life, peeling out of the drive with a spray of gravel.

  Gunshots flashed behind her, bullets pinging off the ground. One hit the rear window, forming a spider web of cracks. It was the only one that hit, as a second later, she was well beyond the range of their guns.

  Audra heaved out a breath, her heart hammering. She put the phone back to her ear.

  “Well done, Vixen.”

  “Who the hell are you?” she demanded.

  “That’s not important right now.”

  “I think it’s pretty fucking important!”

  “Now now. No need for that. Suffice it to say we are your friends, and enemies to ARM.”

  She frowned warily. “You know about ARM?”

  “We do. Among other things. Unfortunately, we won’t interfere directly. We don’t dare. But we have our ways of subtly assisting you, and intend to.”

  Audra sighed, letting the phone fall away. She focused on the road for a moment, letting the strain of the recent events ease a bit. She glanced at her phone. Stiffened.

  The phone was dark. A bullet lay lodged in the thick case. She slowly lifted it back to her ear. “Who are you?” she whispered.

  “As I said, Vixen,” the voice said through the dead phone. “We are friends. And we have unusual means to assist you.”