Agent Vixen Collection

by Jay Aury

  “Why should I believe you?” she asked, heart hammering.

  “Well that’s an interesting question, Vixen. I suppose because I just saved your life from your former comrades and helped you escape. Or maybe because I’m the only one who can at this point. Unless you were hoping to visit ARM’s headquarters and politely knock to let you in.”

  Audra grimaced. “Fine. I get it.”

  “Oh good. But really, if you don’t want our help, then not only will ARM inevitably find and kill you, but your companion, Alistair, will die as well.”

  She felt a lump in her throat. “You’re too late. They got him.”

  “No.”

  Audra sucked in a breath, her heart soaring. “What do you mean?”

  “Alistair Smith is alive. But he may wish he weren’t soon enough…”

  Captive

  Alistair woke feeling like he’d been intimate with a truck.

  Everything ached. His mouth felt musty and his head like it was wrapped in gauze. He tried to sit up, an effort that became quickly apparent wasn’t going to happen. He raised his head, looking down to the straps holding him down.

  “Fuck.”

  “Awake I see.”

  Alistair turned his head towards the alarmingly familiar voice. He stiffened at the sight of a buxom woman in a form fitting white jacket. Wide hips and generous breasts swelled from her hourglass figure, her face a picture of cruel beauty. Red hair fell to her shoulders and bright green eyes looked down at him.

  “Capria Eisen,” Alistair grunted.

  She slapped him, hard. Alistair’s head snapped to the side. He rolled his jaw. “Ow.”

  “You deserved that, John Avera,” Capria said darkly. “Or should I say Alistair Smith.”

  Alistair grimaced. “So I suppose now you kill me?”

  “I could,” she said, smirking. “I should. But I don’t want to. Yet. I want you here.”

  “Can I ask why?”

  Capria moved towards him, her hips lazily swinging side to side. Alistair watched her, loathing her, even as he had to admit she was easily one of the most attractive women he’d ever seen. Her breasts were almost absurdly immense, her hips curving from her trim waist in the definition of an hourglass figure. He knew how she’d gotten it, too. On the spa Capria once ran, she’d given the women who came to her such curves, but with the added effect of scrambling their brains into little more than brain dead sluts. He tensed as she reached down, touching his belt. Alistair grunted as she stroked the bulge of his cock. Her green eyes flashed, her smile broadened slowly. “I think we both know why you’re here.”

  He hissed as she teased open his pants, drawing out the hardness of his cock. Her fingers wrapped around his length, slowly moving up and down.

  “You cost me my island, Alistair. Along with my work. My reputation, and an awful lot of money. But I suppose I could forgive you. After all, I have much more now. More power. You have no idea how big ARM is, Alistair. What tools it has at its disposal. No idea.”

  The last came out in a breathy purr as her hand increased its pace. Alistair grit his teeth, hands tightening to fists as he tried to resist that sinfully sensuous touch. “Don’t… really care,” he grunted.

  “You should,” Capria said. “Do you remember how you got here? Perhaps you need a reminder.” She lifted her head. “Come in.”

  The door slid open. Alistair lifted his head and froze.

  Audra stood in the doorway. Every inch of her that curvy, flawless form that he knew so well. Her heavy breasts trapped beneath a form fitting black body suit, her hips curving out and her hair…

  Alistair stared. He knew Audra’s hair. Had run it through his hands often. Kissed it and smelled it as they moved against each other. Audra’s hair was a rich gold.

  The woman before him, however, had hair a platinum silver.

  Capria grinned as the other woman strode in, her smile flirty and dangerously playful. “Yes. Not quite your bitch of a companion, Alistair.”

  “What the hell…” Alistair said, then sucked in a breath as Capria’s thumb stroked the head of his cock.

  “Oh don’t be so surprised, Alistair! You’ve surely seen it before. We know you and Audra destroyed Hammerstein’s lab in Brazil. But by then we’d already gotten all the cloning tech his scientist had. It’s not perfect. Dear Gala’s hair is evidence of that. But it’s near enough. Want a demonstration? Gala,” Capria purred, removing her hand from Alistair’s shaft and glancing at the bombshell of a woman.

  “Gladly,” Gala giggled. The silver haired seductress swayed to Alistair’s side and delicately crouched beside him. She shot him a smile, then dipped down, her soft lips enfolding his cock.

  “Fuck!” Alistair cursed, tensing as those wonderful lips engulfed his shaft.

  Capria laughed, her green eyes bright and fiery as Gala’s lips slid down, taking Alistair’s cock to the root. The woman moaned softly, her head beginning to bob. Her tongue slid around his shaft, stroking his glans, her pouty lips eager and tight around his throbbing cock.

  Alistair grunted, trying to resist. But Gala was good. More eager than Audra even. Her soft breasts pressed against his legs, her hand slipping beneath him, toying with his balls.

  “Not bad, hm?” Capria said as she watched the display intently. “Pretty little Gala here was trained by yours truly.”

  Alistair grit his teeth, trying to resist those soft, so familiar lips as they ran up and down his shaft. “I bet… you did…” he grunted.

  “It was my pleasure,” Capria breathed, cupping her breast as she watched the clone of her nemesis suck the cock of her former lover. “You can’t imagine the work that went into making her ready. All set to take down your pretty bitch of a lover. And you certainly can’t understand the work that went into bringing you here. Oh,” she breathed, fingers finding the tent of a nipple in her shirt. “But you will, Alistair. Oh you will.”

  He tried to resist. Tried with everything he had, but those lips around his cock and the eagerness of the young woman sucking him off were quickly winning the war. Hot pleasure boiled through him. Finally, through gritted teeth, Alistair gasped, cumming.

  Gala moaned, eagerly drinking his hot load. Her throat worked, flexing around his shaft as she guzzled his cum. With a gasp she pulled back, tongue sweeping her soft red lips, her silver hair shining around her head as she gave him a flirty grin.

  “Mmm. Delicious,” she purred.

  “I thought you might like that,” Capria chuckled. “Now, are you ready to give Alistair a real show?”

  “Oh yes mistress!” Gala cried, her expression rapturous with worship of the powerful woman. Capria smirked, idly undoing the buttons of her sharp white jacket. She eased it down, shrugging it off and revealing the fact she wore nothing underneath.

  Even in his hatred, Alistair couldn’t suppress a sharp pang of desire for the curvaceous woman. With Audra’s clone next to her, the differences between them was even starker. Capria was curvier, softer with heavy breasts and a shapely rear. Despite himself, Alistair recalled when the redhead lay beneath him, his cock pistoning into her and her inner walls clutching his manhood with eagerness.

  Capria glanced at him, and he could see the memory wasn’t far from her mind either. She gave him a smoky smile, telling him without words that this show was for his benefit as she turned about and gave her ass a soft slap.

  “Come and get some, lovely,” she purred.

  With a look of utter rapture Gala slowly went to her knees behind Capria. Her hands grasped the shapely orbs of the other woman’s ass, her fingers flexing, squeezing the soft curves of her rear. Capria hummed in pleasure as Gala molded her ass, gently parting the cheeks.

  It was a strange thing for Alistair to watch Audra’s face with such a look of utter adoration. Stranger still to see her press forward, lips lovingly kissing the creamy flesh of Capria’s ass, tongue running up and down the soft flesh with slavish delight. Alistair tensed, his teeth clenched tightly as Gala slowl
y parted Capria’s cheeks, tongue running in narrowing circles until she reached the puckered hole where she leaned in and kissed.

  “Oooh,” Capria moaned heatedly as Gala tongued the tight inner ring of muscles. “Right there. Oh yes you naughty little whore. Tongue my ass! Lick it all out.”

  “Oh Mistress,” Gala moaned as she pressed her face deeper into Capria’s rear, lovingly tonguing the other woman’s tight ring of inner muscles. “I love your ass. I love kissing it. Tonguing it! You’re so sexy mistress. So wonderful!”

  “I know,” Capria moaned heatedly. She touched the other woman’s head and pushed it deeper. “Now shut up and get to wo-oork!”

  Capria gasped, her breasts shuddering with a start as Gala pressed her tongue deeper. The eager clone reached up with a free hand, tracing the fluttering outside of Capria’s quim. The curvy red head moaned, the sound thick and husky as she rode the younger woman’s face, burying her deep in her ass. Capria’s hands slammed down on the table next to Alistair’s head, Capria leaning over him, her orgasmic face an inch from his.

  “Mnnn! Alistair! She’s almost as… ah… good as you were!”

  Alistair grimaced, yet couldn’t look away from the obscenely debauched display taking place. Already he could feel his cock hardening once more. His hands tensed atop the table, the spicy, heady scent of sex quickly suffusing the room as Gala fairly dove into Capria’s shapely ass.

  “Yesss,” Capria moaned. “Yes! Eat out my ass your dirty little whore. Mnnn. Remember when you did this to me, Alistair? You’ll… ahn… you’ll do it again. Ah! Fuck, yes. Her tongue is so good. But you know that now, d-don’t you?”

  Capria panted, rocking against Gala’s face, the red head’s expression triumphant and flushed with the heady arousal of domination. Gala moaned, kissing and tonguing Capria’s sensitive inner ring of muscles, fingers her mistress’s dewy cunt with every hint of rapturous enjoyment.

  “Yes!” Capria moaned. “Yes! I’m close. I… Ah… c-cumming!” she screamed, her shapely hips shuddering as her orgasm took her, juices squeezing over Gala’s plunging fingers and spattering on the floor.

  Capria took a slow, heavy breath and pushed Gala from her ass. “Enough, Slut. And look. You made a mess all over Alistair’s cell. Clean it up.”

  “Yes, mistress,” Gala moaned. She lowered her face, her black bodysuit creaking around her shapely curves as she lapped at the spattered juices on the floor.

  Alistair felt his throat tighten at the obscene scene. His eyes flicked back to Capria as the woman watched with undisguised glee. She turned back to Alistair, leaning over the bed, her heavy breasts an inch from his chest. Her scent tingled against his nose as her red hair tumbled around her face.

  “I’m so looking forward to our next conversation,” Capria purred.

  Alistair grimaced, then grunted as she gave his cock a twitch. Laughing she turned. Lazily buttoning up her jacket, Capria snapped her fingers. Gala rose sinuously off the floor and followed, giving Alistair a last wink.

  Capria closed the door to the cells behind her, smirking. At last. At last, he would be hers. She laughed throatily, wrapping her arms around herself with unrestrained glee.

  “Miss Eisen.”

  “Squawk! Stick it in my ass!”

  Capria whirled, heart racing. Sylvester Sterling stood before her, hands clasped behind his back. Capria swallowed thickly. Even though they were now part of the same organization, Capria still felt a tension at the man’s presence. His sharp features like they’d been hacked from a block of wood, skin swarthy as a Spaniard's. His military jacket with epaulets was thrown over his shoulders like a cape, and his one eye stared, reflective as a mirror. The other lay behind a patch, and that infuriatingly colorful parrot was perched on his shoulder.

  “Sterling,” Capria said breathlessly. “What is it?”

  His eye flicked to the door, back to her. “I believe I had instructed you to have Smith killed along with Agent Vixen. Therefore, I must ask why he is here. And why,” he added, slowly cocking his head. “Why Gala is here as well, and not finishing her job.”

  “Squawk!” the parrot called, fanning its great wings. “Spank me daddy! Spank me!”

  Gala giggled at the parrot. Capria was too sane to, and kept her eyes on the man before her. “I know I can turn him to our side, Sterling. He could be invaluable to our organization. A spy of that skill? Can you imagine what he could do for us?”

  “Yes,” Sterling said. “As I can imagine what he could do to us.”

  He took a step nearer. The motion was sharp. Sudden. Like a statue suddenly coming to life. Capria took an uneasy step back, cursing herself even as she did so. She forced herself to stand steady as Sterling loomed over her. “Your work has been sufficient, Miss Eisen. But make no mistake. You are here because you have something to add to ARM. Should your errors outweigh your value, then I will be forced to reconsider your place in this organization.

  “You may keep your… guest, for now. But keep in mind.” He leaned in closer, his eye pinning her like an insect under the glass. “Whatever happens, it will be your responsibility.”

  Capria swallowed. “Don’t worry. If he won’t join us willingly, I’ll put the helmet on him. Turn him into a slut who’s only interest is fucking. I’ll take him as a slave as happily as I would a partner.”

  Sterling remained still, that blank eye staring down at her long enough to be intensely uncomfortable.

  His hand moved, sharp and sudden. She flinched, but his hand merely went to his parrot, stroking the bird’s head. “Very well. Then I leave him to you. Good day, Miss Eisen. Gala.”

  “Bye, sir,” Gala said, wiggling her finger in farewell.

  He swivelled about and marched away, the parrot on his shoulder bobbing happily. “Squawk! Whip my tits! Whip my tits!”

  Capria let out a heavy breath. Gala giggled. “He gave you a start.”

  Capria whirled, slapping Gala across the face. The woman’s head snapped to the side, silver hair fanning about her head. She turned back to Capria, her blue eyes alight. Her tongue flicked out, tasting a thin trickle of blood on her lip.

  Capria growled at the sight of the naked lust in the woman’s eyes. She grabbed the clone, yanking her close and pressing a punishing kiss to her lips. Gala moaned, clinging to the buxom woman, groping Capria’s heavy breasts. “Harder,” the clone gasped.

  Capria grabbed her, dragging her down the hall. She threw open to door to her bedroom and shoved the girl onto the bed. Gala fell, gasping, and then Capria was above her, knees pressing Gala’s shoulders down to the bed. She grabbed the woman’s silver hair, staring at her enemy’s face. Audra’s face, flushed and eager and oh so aroused.

  “Whore,” Capria growled and shoved Gala against her pussy. Capria moaned, Gala’s skilled tongue instantly drilling into her hot box, lapping at her sweet pussy and toying with her clit.

  “F-fuck!” Capria gasped. “That’s it! Lick me. Lick me you pathetic little slut! You love my f-fucking pussy don’t you? Mnnn!”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Gala gasped between her eager lapping. “Your slut loves to taste your lovely pussy. She adores kissing your cunt.”

  “Shut up and get to it,” Capria gasped, shoving her head deeper into her cunt. She moaned, hips flexing, riding the young woman’s face with every hint of frantic eagerness. An eagerness Gala was eager to reciprocate as she frantically tongued Capria’s cunt, teasing the buzzing bead of her clit free.

  “Ah!” Capria gasped, bucking, pressing that sweet bead of pleasure against Gala’s lips. “Yes! There! Right fucking there! Kiss it you stupid whore! Tongue it! Lick iiiiiiiiit!” she screamed as Gala’s soft lips, Audra’s soft lips, kissed and sucked at her clit. With a scream of uttermost pleasure Capria came, pounding her pussy onto Gala’s face, rubbing the woman’s breathtaking features against her shuddering cunt.

  Gasping, heavy breasts heaving, Capria released Gala’s head. Shoulders back, Capria simply rested her weight atop the other woma
n, brushing some hair from her face.

  “Not… not bad,” Capria gasped.

  Gala nuzzled the other woman’s hot pussy adoringly. “Thank you, Mistress,” Gala purred, flicking Capria’s tender clit with her tongue.

  “Ah! Mnn. So eager,” Capria breathed, threading her fingers in Gala’s hair and pushing the clone back into her cunt. “Keep at it, slut.”

  “Yes,” Gala moaned, her tongue stroking the shuddering depths of Capria’s slit. “Mistress…”

  Escape from Florida

  “I am most displeased, Mister Doe.”

  “As am I, Miss Deer.”

  The pair walked up towards Maxine’s towering home. Behind them, the vehicles they’d requisitioned from unhappy drivers idled, the men they’d brought bringing up the rear.

  In unison, Doe and Deer knocked on the door. The delay was grating, and both had the distinct urge to put shoulder to the wood and break it down. Fortunately for the wood, it opened a moment later, revealing a buxom blonde in little more than a bikini bottom and open lab coat, her jaw dropping curves making even Doe and Deer’s eyes widen in stunned surprise. The fact that her immense breasts were utterly bared to the world proved of considerable interest to the assembled agents.

  The blonde was chewing some gum, her bouncy blonde hair hanging around her blissful face in frazzled tangles, baby blues eyes bright. “Like, hiya! What can I do for you?”

  Mister Doe cleared his throat, tearing his eyes from those luscious orbs and their perky dark nipples to Maxine’s face. “Miss… I’m sorry. I don’t seem to have your last name.”

  “Don’t have one!” Maxine piped cheerily. “I’m like Cher. But with, like, muuuuch better tits!”

  Doe’s eyes snapped back down as Maxine cupped her tremendous breasts, squeezing the lush orbs together with a giggle. He swallowed thickly, reddening slightly as Deer glanced at him.

  “Er, very good. Then, Maxine. We have reason to believe you are sheltering a wanted criminal.”