Jones and Taylor, Corporate Space Marines

In a time and place where one of the leading churches in all of Human Space is named Eros, it is only natural that sex is a big social phenomenon.
And when something gets big, it most often also generate big amounts of cash.
John Trump Cyrus VIII, President of Cyrus Industries, has realized this and has therefore added the sexmarket to his corporation’s line of business.
While the market for sexual activity isn’t Cyrus Industries biggest market, both Armaments and Chemistry yield greater profits, it is the corporation’s most rapidly increasing one.

While Galaxy Labs control the market for Sex Robots, Cyrus Industries is now the largest player when it comes to the organic sex trade; using the corporation’s long experience of chemical experimentation to produce aphrodisiacs and synthetic sex-toys, but also to offer chemical mixtures to men and women who do not wish to go through surgery to enhance their looks or sexual performance.
A behemoth of a company in a string of societies that often lack proper law enforcement; Cyrus Industries therefore fields a small but extremely competent military force, equipped with the cutting edge of weaponry, ships and electronics, to protect their interests.
The two primary forces of this military force are the Space Marines and the Space Fleet.

Careful with what information about this armed force that is allowed to reach the
public, Cyrus Industries has managed to build up a reputation as a corporation that does not only supply Human Space with the marvels of technology and chemistry, but who also act to advance law and order when it is needed the most, their combat suit-dressed marines battling against slavers and pirates.
Particularly the Marines are often idolized, as the men and women of this force undergo chemical treatments that enhance their physical and mental abilities; turning them into tall, handsome warriors who bravely face the enemies of progress and trade.
The truth about Cyrus Industries, of course, is a lot less rosy.

For starters; the corporation has almost completely taken over the Sex slave trade in the inner systems. Those who condemn the fact that unsavoury elements misuse the chemicals of Cyrus Industries to enhance the abilities of sex slaves and whores are obviously not aware of the fact that is the corporation itself that is behind this.
Nor is the use of its armed forces to deal with competition in its fields of mercantile endeavour known to the public, anymore than the cooperation between Cyrus Industries and the top layers of the Church of Eros to further increase Cyrus’ share of the sex market, a cooperation that supplies the corrupt church heads with a great deal of money.

The greatest of all the little secrets however, is exactly how the men and women of the Space Marines are modified through the use of chemicals.
The physical side of the changes is pretty well known: the fact that Space Marines are manipulated to grow both in length and in muscular mass.
What is not known is that what is believed to be a side-effect of this treatment, the massive growth of females’ busts and males’ genitals, is a highly deliberate process carried out to inspire both arousal and interest.
And things that are definitely not known are that the mental modification of recruits goes far beyond boosting their problem-solving capabilities.
All recruits are continuously exposed to the CED-17 toxin, a drug that nearly nullifies the victim’s personality.

This way, the often idealistic recruits can effectively be conditioned into unemotional, unquestioning killing machines. It is also effective since it means that instead of training their soldiers/assassins the art of deception, the ruthless operatives of Cyrus Industries can simply order their soldiers how to behave under a mission; from heroic and moral during a high-profile mission with plenty of media exposure to ruthless and callous during covert operations where it is imperative that no witnesses are left alive.

Currently, two of those marines were approaching the planet of Galaxia Seven.
They were Kaylah Jones and Jenna Taylor, and both were members of the all-female Boarding Battalion.
The Boarding Battalion was the elite within the elite, a unit whose members had gone through further modifications to enable them to withstand being propelled through space wearing assault armour.
The chemical used to adapt their bodies to handle the sudden drops and rises of gravity without being seriously hurt or even killed, was only suitable for women.
Apart from that change, the chemicals also had other effects on their minds and bodies: it further increased their cup-size and caused them to lactate.
As a side-effect of their highly increased metabolism, the girls’ cunts and assholes could be stretched to obscene lengths without being damaged or even widened.
Finally, their libido was increased to a level were no conditioning could keep it from breaking forth at times.

Unofficially, the members of the Boarding Battalion was often used as under-cover agents, their physique and mindset making them ideal for posing as prostitutes.
Kaylah Jones was a mulatto, her skin light brown in colour while her eyes were brown and her hair black, with a large, heart-shaped ass and thick legs.
Her partner, Jenna Taylor, was a dusky beauty of middle-eastern descent; her skin a nuance brighter than Kaylah’s, while her eyes were emerald green and her long hair was jet black.
Being flatchested when she had entered the Marines, Jenna was today a woman whose tits were downright obscene in size, while Kaylah’s weren’t much smaller.

As always when they were on their own for any long period of time; the two women remained completely naked to show of to one another and they hardly ever went more than an hour without licking each other’s hairless pussies.
While Jenna was on her knees, lapping at Kaylah’s tight cunt, the mulatto sat in the pilot’s seat and kept an eye on the distance-calculator.
They were less than thirty minutes flight from Galaxia Seven now.

The mission that they had received was three-fold, to track down the former Marine hero Truman Rollins, who had gone renegade and deserted three months back.
Rollins had been the Golden Boy of the Cyrus Industries Marines, a man who had been the leader of several well-publicized missions. But as his media star rose, his usability as an operative asset dropped. Deciding to retire Rollins from active duty, Cyrus Industries instead used Rollins as a guinea pig for a new drug, the TYQ-2.
Reacting badly to the new substance, Rollins managed to break out of the facility where the experiments had been carried out, and took the experimental drug with him.

Of course, Jenna and Kaylah knew only that Rollins was a deserter, and that he could be located on Galaxia Seven.

The second part of the mission was to “liberate” a specimen of Galaxy Labs fembot, a shipment of which was supposed to be onboard the Galaxy Labs’ space station orbiting Galaxia Seven.
Both of these missions would require the use of an operative who was familiar with the planet, but the Cyrus Industries agent that had been stationed on the planet had recently been killed, and therefore the corporation had to hire a freelance.

This was the third part of Jones and Taylor’s mission; to eliminate the freelance once the job was done. Except for the strong suspicion that the freelance was probably the one who killed Cyrus Industries agent, she would come to know too much about the corporation’s secret enterprises once the mission was over, and had to be eliminated once it was over.

With those orders dominating their minds, Jenna and Kaylah approached Galaxia Seven.