by Jay Aury
Audra was silent for a moment as she digested this. “Can you tell me more?”
“I?” The Director lifted his mug and took another sip. “I am the head of G7, Vixen. Only I know our agents. Our resources. Our reach. That’s the way it has to be. Some secrets must be kept.”
Audra nodded slowly. “I understand.” She rose. “Thank you, Director. Until next time.”
The Director watched her go over the rim of his mug. He took another drink, then set it down. He crossed his hands on the table, leaning back with thought, and his thumb idly stroking a golden ring he wore, the heat of the friction leaving a design momentarily on the band before it faded again. A shape like a shield crossed with a sword, a serpent wrapped around the blade.
Epilogue
Audra was still thinking about the Director’s words as she made her way up the stairs into the second floor of the hotel. She eased open the door, stepping inside and pausing, smiling.
Alistair lay on the bed, his chest bound up in bandages. He was reading and didn’t see her come in at first. For a moment Audra lingered there, simply watching him, a small smile playing about her lips. After a moment Alistair did look up with an amused smirk.
“I see the candy stripers have arrived.”
Audra rolled her eyes, tossing her jacket onto a chair. She sauntered over to the bed and sat down, her hand playing along his firm chest. “How do you feel?”
“Well enough for someone that was bear hugged by a Nazi gorilla.”
“Don’t imagine there’s too many who can say the same.”
“True.” He glanced down as Audra’s hand slid along his chest, past the bandages and lingering on his pants. She felt him stiffen and smirked, stroking the obvious bulge.
“Hmmm. Looks like this is working just fine.”
“Now that’s just cruel. You know I can’t fuck you while I’m bandaged up like this. Doctor’s orders.”
Audra sighed dramatically, her fingers expertly opening the front of his pants. “Oh dear. Such a shame. Well, I suppose, just this one, I can be generous.”
“Oh,” Alistair breathed as she pulled his cock out of his pants. He grunted, hands flexing on the sheets as she ran her fingers up the thickness of his cock, stroking him with undisguised interest. She shifted, climbing onto the bed and straddling his legs. She glanced at his face, smiling widely as she lowered herself, face hovering above his shaft. Her tongue stroked up his cock, lingering around the mushroom head.
Alistair moaned, letting his head fall back. “Oh fuck…”
Audra hummed happily as she tilted further forward, opening her mouth wide and engulfing his shaft in her hot mouth. Alistair cursed, tensing as her soft lips ran up his hardened cock, increasing her pace with every bob.
“Mmnnn,” Audra moaned, her tongue swirling around his shaft.
“F-fuck!” Alistair moaned, tensing as he came. His hot seed pumped into her mouth, Audra eagerly taking it. As his shaft softened she let it slip from her lips with a pop. Grinning, she opened her mouth, letting him see his cum before she swallowed.
“Mmm. Delicious,” she purred.
Alistair shook his head. “You are one dirty girl.”
Audra giggled, tapping his nose with a finger. “Mmm. And don’t you forget it.”
On the Run
My Enemy, My Mistress
Audra knew those colours.
How they swirled and danced and spun before her eyes. Tempting her. Urging her to look deeper. Deeper. To let herself go. Her thoughts bleed away against that wonderful hum of noise that beat her brain to mush with pulsating pleasure. That tender sensitivity that swelled against her breasts and rear, making her lovely, pretty, and made her cunt ache so wonderfully to be filled.
She knew it all. She’d seen it before. Somewhere. But it was hard to think looking at those mind melting colours. Hard to do anything but let go. Be pretty.
Pretty. And so very fucking horny.
The colours began to fade, the screen dissolving. Audra blinked dully, her thoughts muddled. Dull. The helmet rose and she lay in a room with glowing white floors and walls.
The leash to her collar coiled like a silver serpent. A tug and Audra followed it eagerly, stepping free.
“On your knees.”
“Yes, Mistress,” her voice cooed as she slowly lowered herself to the cold floor. Even as she obeyed, a part of her mind reflected on that voice. Knew it.
“Good Slut.”
The word sent a tingle racing down her spine. Audra smiled with naked delight. She was a good Slut, the colours had told her. It was good to be a slut. A slut just had to be pretty and stupid and oh so sexy. Then she could get fucked! And she so dearly wanted to. Audra arched slowly, looking up eagerly.
Capria Eisen stood before her. The busty woman towered over Audra, her smile hard and cruel, her green eyes alive with fierce delight and naked triumph, glorious in her victory. Her red hair hung in curls around her head like a tangle to trap the unwary. The leash dangled like starlight from her hand, her expansive hips cocked, her heavy breasts bound in a tight white jacket that outlined every inch of those glorious, womanly curves.
Some part of Audra tightened with terror at the sight of that woman. But her lips only smiled, her body tingling with eagerness to be touched. To be stroked. To be used by this woman and anyone else. She wanted to badly for her tingling pussy to be filled with a thick cock. For lips to take her hardened nipples and suck the tender buds.
She wanted so much.
And she’d do anything for it.
“Slut. How are you feeling?”
“The best,” Audra moaned. “Mistress? Are you going to fuck me?”
“Oh?” Capria smirked, raising a haughty brow. “Would you like that, Audra? Would you like your mistress to fuck your slutty pussy? To finger your slit until you gushed all over these nice floors?”
“Yes!” Audra panted, her cunt trembling, soaking for everything the other woman promised. “Yes Mistress! Slut would love to!”
“And why?”
Audra’s brow wrinkled with thought for a second before clearing. She knew this one. “Because Slut is just a stupid whore, mistress,” Audra moaned eagerly, wiggling her naked ass with needy desire. “She’s just, like, a pretty cunt on legs and needs someone to fuck her. She’d do anything to get it!”
Capria’s jacket creaked against her breasts as her breathing deepened. Her jade eyes blazed with naked lust. “Anything, hm? Alright, Slut. On your back.”
Eagerly Audra lay back on the floor. She held her breath as Capria slowly walked over her. As the hem of Capria’s jacket hovered over her like a bell, Audra felt a familiar thrill to see the other woman wore no panties. The thick lips of her pussy were wet with anticipation as Capria slowly lowered herself, her cunt inches from Audra’s face. The heat of her pussy and the thick, spicy scent threatened to overwhelm Audra utterly.
“Kiss my pussy, Slut. Do a good job, and I might even give you the honour of kissing my ass. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Audra couldn’t imagine anything better. “Oh yes mistress!” Audra moaned.
“Then get to it,” Capria laughed, rolled forward to her knees and buried Audra in the darkness of her muff.
Audra moaned as her lips tasted Capria’s pussy, sliding up and down those broad lips and dipping her tongue into the woman’s sweet honey pot. She’d never gotten a chance to taste Capria on the Isle of Mambo. Only Alistair had been given that grand privilege. As such, she eagerly embraced the opportunity now, clutching Capria’s rear and pressing the other woman’s pussy harder against her face, licking up the trembling slit until she found that wonderful pearl that was Capria’s clit.
“Mnnn!” Capria groaned as Audra tongued her clit from its hood. She grabbed Audra’s hair, pulling her harder against her cunt. “Yessss! Right there you stupid… ah… slut! Fuck! Yes! Deeper! Deeper you little whore! Fuck!”
“Mmmm,” Audra moaned, head spinning with lust and eager submission
. She lapped at the buzzing bead of Capria’s clit, panting as she felt Capria’s lower lips twitch and tighten with pleasure.
“Yes!” Capria moaned. “I’m close. I’m so close, Slut… I’m… ah… I’m c-cumming!”
Audra lapped at the sudden flood of Capria’s juices, frantic to take as much as she could. The taste burned on her tongue. Her head pounded with delight. She moaned as the other woman’s cum stained her face in a sweet reminder of her mistress’s orgasm.
Breathing heavily, Capria stood. Audra blinked in the harsh glare of the lamps as Capria looked her up and down in satisfaction.
“Hmm. Not bad, Slut.”
“Th-thank you, Mistress,” Audra gasped.
“I suppose I could reward you now.”
Capria climbed on to the bed, lifting the hem of her dress to bare the soft orbs of her plush rear. She thrust out her shapely ass, giving her firm cheek an inviting spank. “Come on then. Have a taste, my stupid Slut. Put that tongue to good use.”
Audra beamed with delight. “Oh thank you mistress!” she cried. She scrambled to the side of the bed, fairly drooling her eagerness to lick and kiss the cruel woman’s soft rear. Something about licking Capria’s ass felt off to Audra. Like she shouldn’t be doing it. But she couldn’t give it much credence. Not with those glorious pale orbs so near at hand. Who wouldn’t want to worship such a gloriously soft rear? She fairly shuddered with delight as she ran her hands over the smooth cheeks, melding them adoringly.
“Are you just going to stare at it all day?” Capria said over her shoulder.
Audra flushed. “I’m sorry Mistress. Your ass is just… so wonderful.”
“Hm. Of course it is. And it’s your privilege to worship it. Now get to it, Slut.”
Audra beamed and leaned in, parting those lovely cheeks to bare the dark star within. She ran her tongue up the sensitive inner skin, tasting Capria’s ass and its thick, earthy taste. She moaned, shuddering with submissive bliss as she buried her face between those lovely cheeks, tonguing that sensitive inner ring of muscles.
Capria gasped. “Mnnn! Oh yes. Right… there… Ah… Always knew you’d be a good ass licker, slut. Always… hah… knew…”
“Mmm,” Audra moaned, her head wrapped in the heavenly clouds of true submission. She pushed her face deeper, surrounding herself with Capria’s glorious rear. She kissed the twitching star of her asshole and pushed her tongue past the tight muscles and inside.
“Fuck!” Capria gasped. “D-deeper. Oh yesssss. Good slut. Very good…”
Audra took one hand from her mistress’s rear and slid it between Capria’s legs, finding the other woman’s fluttering pussy. She strummed Capria’s cunt even as she licked and drilled her tongue into her ass, driving the powerful woman wild.
“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Deeper Slut! Oh yessss! Fuck! You love it don’t you? You… ah… love looking my ass.”
“Mmmm,” Audra moaned, her tongue occupied with far more important things than talking.
Capria laughed breathlessly. “F-fuck. I thought… thought so. You’re nothing but a dumb… ah… Slut. Oh fuck… Oh fuck. I’m… I’m… nnnnn!”
Capria’s ass tightened around Audra’s head as she came again, crying out with sweet ecstasy. Audra panted, hot breath washing against Capria’s ass with the thrill of her act, her fingers soaked in Capria’s juices.
Panting, Capria came down. She shoved Audra away, sending her sprawling on the floor. Turning about, Capria sat on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily.
“Well done… Slut,” she purred.
Audra beamed at her mistress. “Thank you.”
Capria’s eyes gleamed like cruel jade. She lifted her foot, and immediately Audra took it in her hands. Leaning in, Audra lovingly ran her tongue along Capria’s toes and arch, cupping the other woman’s foot reverently as she tasted the spicy flavour of Capria’s sweat.
“Hmmm. Always knew this was where you belonged,” Capria hummed.
“Thank you,” Audra moaned. “Mistress…”
Meetings
Audra woke with a gasp.
She bolted up in her bed, heart pounding in her chest. Outside, thunder rumbled. Lightning seared the London night in a sudden white flash. Sweat drenched her, and worse, her pussy was so wet her panties clung brazenly to her cunt.
Audra groaned, pressing a hand to her face. She took a deep breath, exhaled. Another. Control your breathing, her grandfather had once said. Control it, and you control the situation. Like much of the older man’s advice, Audra followed it, soon her racing heart calming in her chest, her breathing becoming more regular.
The headache, however, remained unabated.
Audra winced as another bolt of lightning split the sky. In the white flash she saw she was holding her gun. She must have drawn it without thinking. Audra sighed, slipping it under her pillow again. Yet another lesson her grandfather had taught her. Always have a gun on hand.
She threw back the blankets and rose. Porcelain tile gleamed as she flicked on the bathroom light and went inside. Cool water gushed from the tap and Audra splashed some on her face, trying to banish the vivid images that haunted her dreams. Opening the medicine cabinet, she fished out the aspirin and popped a pill.
Capria Eisen.
Audra grimaced. In all the years she had been an agent, in the CIA and then G7, she had never met a woman of such depravity. She had met warlords and smugglers. Criminals and lunatics, but none had ever wielded the same… scale of mad power as the former owner of the Isle of Mambo. She had been using a device to turn women of wealth and power in brain dead bimbos, then selling the poor sluts to their husbands or others for a profit. In the end, Audra and Alistair took her down. But Audra had nearly been turned into one of Capria’s brain dead sluts in the process, a ditzy blonde bimbo eager to take any man’s cock and too blissfully stupid to even realize the horror of her situation. It had taken Capria’s own chief scientist turning on her to save Audra, and even that had been a close thing.
And yet, the worst part of it all was that Audra had almost welcomed that change.
Audra shut the cabinet, staring at the mirror on its door. Fuck she was a mess. The nightmares had been coming for near a week now. Shadows rimmed her blue eyes, her blonde hair hanging like tangled gold around her face. Still, even then she was attractive, and when properly dolled up she was a vision of beauty. She smirked at the mirror, arching her back to lift her flawless breasts higher in the lacy cups of her bra. Her beauty as her greatest asset, and had gotten her both into and out of more scrapes than she could name.
She sighed as another boom of thunder rolled through the room. She flexed her fingers on the sink for a moment, leaning on it before pushing away. She stripped off her bra and panties and stepped into the shower.
The pressure of the water made her gasp as it danced across her sensitive skin. Damn those dreams! It was making it near impossible to work. She had to resist the urge to strum the parted lips of her pussy as she washed, but the thrumming touch of the water on her sensitive breasts and jutting nipples made her moan despite all her efforts.
Towel around her waist, she re-entered the bedroom just in time for her phone to ring. She plucked it up, putting it to her ear.
“Yes?”
“Audra?”
She smiled at the familiar smooth voice. “Hello Alistair,” she purred, settling on the side of the bed. She leaned back, lifting her breasts a little at the familiar warmth of desire threading its way through her veins. “How are you?”
“Perfectly fine. How are you? How was your mission?”
Audra frowned slightly. “Mission?”
“Yes. I heard you went over to Morocco for some job. How was it?”
Audra blinked. “Oh! Right. That. I… Yes. I went over there. Something about… arms dealers…”
“I heard you were caught in a blast. You were off the rader for nearly a week.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I was…” Audra said, furrowing her brow slightly. “Pretty su
re I was…”
“Something wrong?”
“Hm? Oh! No. No. Nothing. Just a bit of a blank from after the blast. Tough remembering those days… I was in a hospital. I… think.”
“But you’re alright now?”
Audra pushed aside her uncertainty of those days as she eased back on the bed. “Why Alistair,” she purred playfully. “Were you worried about me?”
“I do know how much trouble you get into without me around.”
Audra smirked. “Oh?” she smirked, twisting a lock of blonde hair around her finger playfully. “I seem to recall it was you who needed saving from a gorilla in Brazil.”
Alistair sighed. “Yes, yes. And I seem to recall you taking advantage of me when I was recovering.”
“Oh. Poor you, getting your cock sucked by a pretty blonde while lying bereft in a hospital bed,” Audra laughed. She rolled over onto the bed, kicking her heels in the air. “Would you like a repeat performance?”
Alistair chuckled. “I wouldn’t say no. But we’ll be meeting shortly anyway.”
Audra blinked. “We will?”
“Yes. We’re due for a mission from the Director in an hour.”
“We are?”
“Audra… maybe you should check your phone.”
She snapped it about, quickly thumbing through her listings. She paled when she saw the unfamiliar number on it. One that, apparently, she had listened to. “Oh shit! Alistair? I didn’t get it. I mean, I think I did, but I don’t remember. Quick! Where are we meeting him?”
Alistair chuckled. “Really Audra? Asking me for help?”
Audra rolled her eyes. Once she would have rather cut off her foot than beg the other agent for aid, but much had happened since that time in Alexandria. “Pleeeease,” Audra groaned.
