Case File #081: Minority rule

In his private office, Director Peter watched the video that was routed to his secure server. He opened it and immediately wished he had deleted it instead. He was staring into the eyes of a beautiful, arrogant, commanding blonde, watching as she stroked two hard, straining cocks. She controlled them so easily, and thereby controlled the powerful bodies of the men attached to them. Even before the audio kicked in, he knew what had happened. The taunt was clear: It only takes one of us to defeat two of you.

"Seriously, Director? Only two agents to take me down?" Mistress Coco’s sexy voice mocked as she increased the speed of her strokes until her hands were a blur. "If you haven't learned by now that I'm better than any of the cock fodder you send against me, you're more stupid than we thought. Or maybe you get off on these little clips of me and my girls breaking your agents and owning their cocks. Maybe you wish that you were in the field with them. Is that it, Director? Do you wish it was your cock that I was stroking? Your cock that I was punishing and forcing to ejaculate again and again? Is your cock throbbing in your pants as you watch me defeat your agents? I’ll bet you love seeing your men broken and humbled in the hands of me and my girls, don’t you, Director?”

Peter looked down at the dark stain spreading in the crotch of his pants. He was cumming and he hadn’t even touched his cock the whole time she was speaking.

An unexpected bit of success in the Agency’s attempts to crack the communications network of its nemesis had given it a lead on the whereabouts of their Section Chief. She was responsible for the capture of so many of his men that Peter knew if they brought her in they could break her and do some serious damage to Mistress Coco’s operation. They needed some payback for all the humiliating defeats they’ve handed us and this was it, thought Peter.

The intel told them where she’d be, when she’d likely be alone in the building and that she’d just finished an exhausting taming of a new batch of male slaves. She’d be tired and off her guard. Peter sent four of his best agents to bring her in. He wasn’t going to take any chances but he was feeling confident for the first time in years. He’d finally take them down a peg or two!

A day later a message arrived in his private, ultra-secure email inbox. The moment Peter clicked the attachment, the gif began looping full-screen and a haughty female voice came across the speakers.

“Four agents, Director. Four. And my section chief was tired, overworked, and badly needed a vacation. She still took them apart without breaking a sweat. I know you gave them orders to keep their cocks in their pants, secure her, and bring her to you, but you can see how well they obeyed. They didn’t even last a minute before she had them begging for mercy. Four highly trained, strong, big cocked agents. Now they’re her personal sluts. She’s getting quite a harem. And a raise.

“I’m sure I’m getting a rise out of you too, Director K. Don’t worry. I’ll come take care of it for you…some day. Enjoy the view.”

Cum splattered onto his computer screen.