The seat straps pressed tightly across Aeon's leather-clad breasts.  The trans-atmospheric shuttle vibrated as breaking thrusters fired in the craft's nose, slowing its approach to Icarus Station.
Aeon summoned a holo-screen and patched into one of the nose cameras.  Icarus Station floated before Aeon, a rotating habitat ring with a central docking shaft secured in the middle.  The shuttle slowly glided towards the upper docking port, a Breen attack boat already secured to the lower port.

"You're quick, lover," smiled Aeon, idly tugging on her curled right lock of midnight hair.

The shuttle gracefully positioned itself and allowed umbilicals to snake into matching ports along the port side of the ship.

"The shuttle is now docked to Icarus Station, we hope you enjoy your stay!" said a warm female voice over the cabin's intercom.

Aeon unbuckled her lean form from her seat, stood up, and reached into the overhead compartment to get her travel bag.  Sliding the bag's strap over her right shoulder, Aeon melted into the line in the middle of the cabin, waiting impatiently to disembark.  After traveling through a circular docking tube, Aeon stood shoulder to shoulder with a group of her fellow passengers while they rode a mag-lift down the docking shaft and across into the habitat ring.  Aeon stiffened when she felt a hand slide across her bare left buttock.  Glancing over her shoulder, Aeon spied the hand's owner, a businessman by the expensive cut of his suit.  Smiling seductively, Aeon reached out with her left hand and brushed the man's crotch, drawing a soft gasp of surprise and pleasure from the businessman.  Unmindful of the other passengers in the close confines of the lift, Aeon unzipped the businessman's trousers and inserted her hand inside, passing through his underwear to his slack cock.  The businessman smiled dreamily as Aeon stroked his prick, her glove-clad fingers slowly massaging his hardening shaft.  When the lift came to a stop, Aeon crushed the businessman's dick in a vice-grip, turning his sighs into a sharp grunt of pain.  Licking her red lips sensually, Aeon released the businessman's meat and casually exited the crowded mag-lift.

Aeon took a moment to examine the bustling activity around her.  Shops lined this section of the ring, offering every illegal luxury imaginable, tempting visitors from their hard-earned credits.  Aeon ignored a vendor trying to sell her a living dildo and walked through the crowd, leaving the promenade for the living area of the station.  The lithe young woman passed hatchway after hatchway until she found what she wanted.  With a hiss of well-oiled hydraulics, Aeon entered a flop house and sauntered to the front desk.

"Yeah, what ya want, babe?" growled the fat, grizzled owner around a moist cigar.

"Room 69," answered Aeon, slapping down a gold-plated credit chit.

The fat man took the chit, eyeing Aeon appraisingly.  He reached over his shoulder and took a mag-key from the wall behind him.  Aeon accepted the card, winking at the owner before she climbed the stairs to the living cubicles.  Glancing from side to side, Aeon found room 69, slipped her mag-key into the door slot, and slowly entered the tight corridor beyond, her right hand digging into her travel bag.

The scent of sweet incense tickled Aeon's nostrils as she left the corridor and entered the small cubicle.  A bunk was set in the far wall, to the left of Aeon was a dresser covered with burning red candles and a tiny brazier of smoldering incense.  To the far left was a refresher unit, the sound of spraying water could be heard within.  Aeon stood in the mouth of the corridor, a needler pistol halfway out of her bag.  The sound of water stopped, there was movement, and the refresher door hissed open, disgorging a naked girl toweling her shoulder length blonde hair.  The girl stopped toweling when she saw Aeon, her blue eyes lowered to the gun in Aeon's hand.

"I'm not armed, but you can search me if you want," grinned the blonde girl, dropping her towel and raising her arms into the air.

Aeon dropped her bag onto the deck, her needler still in easy reach.  She walked up to the dripping girl, wrapped her left arm around the girl's slim waist, and kissed the blonde hotly.

"Couldn't wait for me?" purred Aeon, kissing the side of the girl's neck.

"I haven't had a hot shower in weeks, I can't afford showers in my flop," replied the girl, squeezing Aeon's firm left buttock.

"Who's the Breen?"

"Trevor."

"Did he get it?"

"No, the Admin's waiting for your counter-offer."

"Is IT still here?"

"Yeah, in the main lab, mega-hot security."

"Hmm," moaned Aeon, grasping and fondling the girl's left tit.  "Good work, Abby."

"How about a reward?" murmured Abby huskily, stroking Aeon's silky black hair.

Aeon guided Abby to the bunk and gently pushed her down onto it.  Aeon sat on the naked girl's lap and kissed her ravenously, taking Abby's thin wrists and pressing them together.  Holding Abby's arms over her head, Aeon used her weight to push the wet girl onto her back, Aeon's tongue exploring Abby's mouth.  Abby held Aeon between her legs, rubbing her moist crotch against Aeon's black leather body harness.  Groaning softly inside Abby's open mouth, Aeon reached into a pouch set just above her ass and removed a pair of handcuffs.  Fluidly, Aeon snapped the cuffs around Abby's wrists, binding the girl's arms above her.  As Abby writhed underneath her, Aeon licked down the girl's glistening cleavage, across her smooth belly, and over her thick bush of gold pubic hair.  Squeezing Aeon's head between her firm thighs, Abby moaned loudly when Aeon began sucking her cunt, tongue flicking and darting across her tender labia and clit.  Gloved hands caressed Abby's milky white thighs, Aeon digging her mouth into the handcuffed girl's pussy, honey sticking to her chin and cheeks.

Abby shuddered in ecstasy, her hips quivering from every languid lick of Aeon's tongue up her cunt.  Aeon lapped on Abby's snatch, pressing her tongue harder and harder upon the wet, pink slit.  The raven-maned agent slipped two gloved fingers into Abby's cunt, stabbing them into the girl's tightening vagina.  Abby arched her back, moaning constantly, her breasts shaking as she thrust her pussy onto Aeon's stiff fingers.  Aeon slid her tongue up and down Abby's sleek thighs, then wrapped her moist lips around the girl's clit, sucking on the swollen knob until Abby gasped, her taut belly quaking while her orgasm blossomed inside her.

Aeon unclasped her leather loincloth and let it fall away.  Crawling on top of the panting blonde girl, Aeon sat down on Abby's face, her pussy on the girl's mouth.  Abby immediately started licking Aeon's cunt, her small nose hidden in Aeon's dark bush.  Aeon smiled with pleasure, sliding her hands through Abby's golden hair, thrusting with her powerful hips.  Abby's tongue slipped back and forth over Aeon's hole, saliva mixing with cunt juices.  Aeon uncovered one breast and licked her own brown nipple, biting it with her teeth until it grew hard with excitement.  Aeon rode Abby's face until tendrils of pleasure uncoiled within her sex.  Crushing her cunt against Abby's devouring lips, Aeon groaned slowly, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip while an incredibly powerful orgasm spread from her open thighs like a blossoming rose.
*****
 

"My offer won't stand forever, Administrator," warned Trevor Goodchild, his brooding eyes boring into the man sitting before him.

Mentally squirming beneath the Breen's cold gaze, Admin Robinson adjusted his cream- colored collar and took another sip from his glass.  Trevor continued to stare at Robinson like a waiting vulture, lighting a cigarette and blowing the pungent cloud in the Admin's direction.

The door to the Admin's office hissed open and a beautiful female secretary entered.

"Aeon Flux to see you, sir."

"Let her enter."

Trevor's eyes narrowed, he blew smoke through his flaring nostrils.

Aeon sauntered into the office and took the empty seat next to Trevor.  Trevor gazed cooly at Aeon, but his eyes betrayed him, displaying lust and hate in equal measure.

"So glad you could finally meet with me," said Robinson sarcastically.

"I wanted to freshen up before meeting you, Admin," smiled Aeon wickedly.

"Do you seriously think you can match my offer?" snorted Trevor.  "The Monicans don't even have a government, let alone a treasury."

"We're prepared to offer you this, Admin," said Aeon, removing a photo from her latex overcoat and sliding it across Robinson's desk face down.

Robinson hesitantly picked up the photo.  The man's face lost all color, four young Monican girls lay entwined in the picture, naked, with their angelic faces pressed into each other's hairless cunts.

Aeon smiled while Robinson sweated and slammed the picture onto the desktop.

"What is it?" demanded Trevor, his frigid eyes flashing.

Aeon crossed one long, slender leg over the other, her eyes never leaving Robinson's.  "Yours to do with as you please."

Robinson swallowed, wiping his beading forehead.  "I'll..I'll have to consider it.  Both of you come back tomorrow morning at 08:00."

Trevor glared at the Admin while Aeon rose smoothly to her feet.  "Tomorrow then, Administrator."

Trevor followed Aeon out of the office, crushing his cigarette beneath his heel.

"I will have the item," hissed Trevor at Aeon's back.

"Over my dead body," retorted the beautiful woman over her shoulder.

"That can be easily arranged, Aeon."

Aeon snorted and left Trevor to fume in the corridor.
*****
 

Aeon dropped from the open ceiling vent, landing silently on her heels.  With needler in hand, Aeon crossed the deck to a work counter covered in wires, circuits, and bits of curved metal.
Aeon bit her lip, tapping her right foot in frustration as she tried to spot the item.

"Looking for this?" chuckled Trevor Goodchild, twirling a circlet around his right index finger.

"How?" gasped Aeon, glancing at the closed main door.

"My ship penetrated this station's mainframe with ease.  Nothing can withstand Breen technology."

"Which is why their leader has to steal from a laboratory like a common thief!" countered Aeon, leveling her pistol at Trevor's heart.

Trevor laughed, settling the circlet upon his brow.  The tall man narrowed his eyes, "Kneel."

Aeon felt her legs buckle and collapse.  She fell heavily onto her knees, a sharp gasp escaping her mouth.

"So, the Cerebral Enhancement Device works," chuckled Trevor, walking closer to Aeon.  "Strip."

Aeon's hands trembled as she removed her leather harness, loincloth, and boots.  She returned to her kneeling position, glaring furiously at the man standing over her.

"How I've dreamed of this, Aeon," purred Trevor, reaching out to caress Aeon's cheek.  "I'm going to debase and humiliate you in ways you can never conceive!"

"I'm going to kill you, Trevor!" hissed Aeon, her lips curled into a snarl.

"No, you're going to suck my cock," chuckled Goodchild, unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick.  "Now suck it, slowly."

Aeon fought with every fiber of her being to disobey Trevor, but her body moved without her volition, hands reaching up to grasp the base of Trevor's member, her mouth opening to draw the shaft of meat deep into her throat.  Aeon began sucking on Trevor's prick, her tongue fondling it, her lips sliding back and forth along its entire swelling length.  Trevor groaned in ecstasy, his right hand buried in Aeon's hair, his left hand wrapped around her right breast, crushing and stroking.

"It feels just as I imagined, Aeon," moaned Trevor, stabbing his cock between Aeon's slurping lips, her fingers pleasantly squeezing the base of his member.  "Lick my cock more."

Aeon obeyed, running her wet tongue up and down Trevor's meat, her lips kissing and caressing the aching dick.  The naked woman's drool soon coated Goodchild's cock, her tongue was everywhere, stroking every vein, teasing the bloated head until Trevor thought he would explode across her lovely, submissive face.

"Stop, turn around, and thrust up your ass," ordered Trevor between gasps.

Aeon pulled her dripping mouth from Trevor's prick, turned around, and leaned toward the floor, her bare tits dangling as she shoved her shapely ass in Goodchild's direction.

"So tight and smooth," smiled Trevor, running his fingers across Aeon's small buttocks, prying her crack open to see her ripe pussy.  Goodchild slid his stiff cock across Aeon's ass, staining her buttocks with drool and pre-cum.  Slapping her left buttock until it glowed cherry red, Trevor slipped his prick into Aeon's pussy, groaning as her vagina clenched around his throbbing shaft.

"Beg for it," moaned Trevor, pumping with his hips, driving his meat into Aeon's pliant cunt.

"Fuck me!  Fuck me, Trevor!  I want you inside me!" moaned Aeon, thrusting back with her ass, forcing Trevor's cock deeper into her belly.

Trevor hugged Aeon's small waist, grunting as he impaled her with his shaft, her pussy squeezing his member so hard he lost all coherent thought.  Over and over Trevor's crotch slapped against Aeon's sensual ass, her juices coating his dick and dripping to the deck to form a clear, musky pool.  Trevor leaned over Aeon's body, his chest pressed against her warm back, his hands moving from her waist to her breasts, fingers caressing her orbs, pinching her erect nipples until she moaned loudly with pleasure.  Aeon's ass molded to Trevor's pelvis, they moved as one, dipping and rising, rolling like a well-oiled machine.  Trevor panted over the back of Aeon's neck, he held tightly onto her tits, thrusting faster and faster, spraying the young woman's honey everywhere.  The scent of Aeon's perspiring body drove Trevor mad with lust, he pounded harder into her, again and again, her pussy milking his cock, lubricating it with slick nectar.

Trevor pulled out his swollen cock, grasped a handful of Aeon's hair, and turned her to face him.  He slid his prick between Aeon's tits, covering her nipples with droplets of cream, then blasting semen across Aeon's panting face, white jizz splashing over her mouth and cheeks.

"You're mine, Aeon, forever."

The gun blast reverberated through the lab.  Trevor staggered back, his eyes wide as blood gushed from his torn chest.

"NO!" screamed Aeon, diving forward to catch Trevor.

Blood bubbled from Trevor's mouth.  He looked up at Aeon, his brooding eyes already glazing with death.

"I..didn't need the circlet, did I?

"No, Trevor, you didn't," said Aeon, running a hand through Trevor's hair.

"Ha," smiled Trevor, his body relaxing in Aeon's embrace.

Abby dropped down from the open vent, dressed in red leather, a needler in her hand.

"I worried when you didn't come back."

Aeon took the circlet from Trevor's brow, placed it on the deck, and smashed it with her right foot.

"Mission accomplished," said Aeon sadly.

The End.