The Domina, Redux

"Seventy, eighty, ninety, one hundred percent, one hundred ten… Mako supersaturation confirmed," the researched intoned excitedly. Down the hall, Scarlet's snapped her fingers. One trooper fed her a plump grape. A second was under her. She gripped her long, sharp nails into his hips, thrusting a large, black strapon into the trooper's ass.

This was her favorite boy. There was only one man in her life. That's how her life was designed to be. But so many boys to crash against her walls, to be broken and submit. This particular one, Max, was gangly and weak, unfit for normal trooper duty. But fit to be Scarlet's assistant. She slapped his ass smartly and he yelped. His boss, the lieutenant, marched in and saluted crisply.

"Madam Director. You have a meeting shortly," the lieutenant said.

"Stop. Your timing is impeccably atrocious," Scarlet said. In the background, Scarlet could hear the researcher's voice become more shrill. She sighed, plowing forward into Max's ass. That's it. There was his spot. She focused on it and ...

"Fuck!" Max squealed, as he shot thick ropes of cum onto the floor. The lieutenant scowled.

"Contaminants registered!" the researcher exclaimed. Scarlet sighed. Always so much incompetence. She pulled out the large, wet tool from Max's ass, looking at the cum splattered floor and then the lieutenant.

"Clean up the mess, would you?" she asked the frowning lieutenant. "We're leaving. Come, Max."

The boy followed his Mistress, his cock drooping between his thighs as he crawled behind her.