Warrior Of The Female Dominion - Sheena - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

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My name is Sheena. Sheena Benezia. And I’m not a regular woman. I’ve honed my body to perfect condition, trained every square inch of it to be a deadly weapon, and I make sure to put it to good use. Namely, in defense of the females of our species, from the many atrocities that befall them. I’m not specifically enlisted to fight men to that end, but that’s typically how it turns out. And I’ve found the only thing a lot of the men I have to go after ever understand is brute force… aimed right where it hurts them most.

That was what I had on my mind as I hung on the rope ladder of that chopper, mentally preparing myself for whatever I was about to learn, for whatever I was going to be asked to do. It’d been an easy day so far, decimating that hopeless pervert, but any mission that my boss, The High Chief of the Female Dominion saw fit to alert me to personally had to be a severe, dangerous situation indeed.

Thankfully, they were calling in their most severe, dangerous operative… well, atleast in my not-so-humble opinion. 

I was still naked and sopping wet as I gazed out across the city and soared through the cool night sky. And even though I felt pretty badass doing it, it was in my best interest to avoid catching a cold right before a big mission. So I climbed up the rope ladder, with one hand since the other was busy carrying my clothes, to the relative warmth of the inside of the helicopter.

As I stepped inside, the pilot called back, “Welcome aboard, Warrioress Sheena.”

“Evening, Tim.” I greeted him. “What’s the situation?”

“We’ve caught wind of something most dire… something that’s unfortunately flown under our radar for far too long.” he grimly replied. “We’re heading towards an uncharted island 20 miles off the coast of Newfoundland. It’s a small place, inhabited by what is, essentially a small kingdom ran by a man that calls himself King Magnum Verpa. We can’t confirm his true identity, that’s what he makes everyone call him...”

I cocked my head at his unusual title. I wasn’t too brushed up on my Latin, but I’m relatively certain that name literally meant “Big Erect Cock”. I already wasn’t fond of this guy, his very name seemed to be compensating massively.

“...Anyway, it seems his domain mostly consists of his soldiers/bodyguards, and the… the women that he has them kidnap from around the world.” Tim continued sullenly. “Allegedly, they rip them right from their homes… some of them even taken as children and raised to… to be sex slaves for him. Should our intel hold true, he’s built a kingdom-sized harem of slaves.”

My grip on the opening of the chopper tightened. I had to hold myself back to keep from squeezing it flat. “If I find proof of this, I will end him… and his death will not be quick.”

Tim turned back to look at me, “He’d certainly deserve it, and they sent the right woman to pull it ooooffff oh my sweet supple Christ…” he gasped.

His mouth went agape when he had me in his sights. I really wasn’t thinking, I should’ve known better than to show up naked in front of Tim. He was so taken by the view of my naked, dripping wet body, he completely lost focus, his hands absentmindedly pushing the steering wheel down. He didn’t notice it was happening, even as the plane went into a nosedive.

“Tim! Tim for fuck’s sake, don’t let my tits kill us!” I barked.

He shook his head to snap out of it and swiftly corrected his mistake, keeping the plane level, narrowly avoiding crashlanding into the city street. “Ah, s-sorry! Sorry, sorry about that...”

I rolled my eyes at his behavior, though I couldn’t say I was too surprised. Tim was a good pilot and a kind-hearted man, but he was new to our league and it couldn’t be more obvious that he wasn’t used to the company of women, let alone women like us. I’m still convinced he came in his pants during orientation. 

As we rose back into the sky, I walked over and stood in the open doorframe of the chopper, letting the wind dry me off. The breeze was strong as we sped up and I found myself amused by the sight of my breasts as it blew them to the side. It reminded me of how you’d often see superheroes’ capes or scarves or whatever blowing dramatically in the wind. 

Whilst my tits waved heroically, I steeled myself, coming up with the horrific things I’d do to that bastard when we got there...

When I was finally dry, I stopped to get dressed. Tim seemed to hear the rustling, as he called back, “Oh, we actually got your new gear in today… check that box over there.”

No sooner than I put it on, I unsnapped my bra with a smirk. The attire I liked to wear into battle was custom-made and it’d taken a while to get my replacement in after they were torn to shreds during my mission in Guadalajara last month. I opened the little metal box and got dressed… I was happy to be back in my warrioress outfit. 

A faux-ripped brown leather top that was strategically torn to show off ample cleavage, a matching leather loincloth that was basically juuust wide enough to cover my asscrack, complimented by golden bands on my wrists and ankles. Shoes… I always found them a little overrated, there was just something about fighting barefoot… nothing quite like the feeling of your foot making direct contact with a man’s softest bits.

They were even kind enough to include a l’il stick of the black facepaint I loved so much… I put two fingers in it and ran them down my cheeks, straight dark lines just beneath my eyes and curved sharp-edged lines surrounding them. I glared into the mirror and shot it my darkest look.

I felt utterly invincible. Perhaps the Amazon look was a little cliche, but hey… gotta respect the classics. Plus it went nicely with my tan skin, dark brown hair and matching eyes if I do say so myself. Heh… I’m a little in love with myself, have you noticed?

“So… we’re storming this asshole’s castle or whatever?” I asked Tim.

“Yes’m, that’s the plan. We’re flying right to it.” he replied. “Though there’s a lot we still don’t know about him. Our initial reports made it seem like such an urgent case, we didn’t have a lot of time to gather intel. We’re not sure of the extent of his wealth and defenses, so once we get in the island’s airspace we’ll have to stay as low and as stealthy as we can manage.”

I nodded and took my seat, meditating on what laid ahead for the next few hours.

“...Oh… well shit.” I heard Tim remark. “So much for flying low…”

I peered out through the cockpit window to see quite a surprise. We had finally reached the island in question, but much to our shock, it was entirely surrounded by iron walls. Incredibly tall ones at that, they must’ve stretched out for half a mile into the sky. The island itself was impossible to see, it just looked like an enormous metal structure floating on the water from our position. It couldn’t have looked more totalitarian if it tried. 

“You’d almost think he didn’t want anyone getting in.” I sarcastically mused.

“Or anyone getting out…” Tim muttered. 

I found my fist involuntarily clenching at that thought. I felt we’d already confirmed whatever was happening here couldn’t be good, and likely called for a ruptured organ or two.

Tim had no choice but to steer us high up into the air as we flew over the wall and into the interior of the island. Immediately we could see the stronghold, I didn’t even have to guess. It was in the dead center of the island and it was as enormous and garish as could be. An extravagantly oversized lavish castle with a huge spire at the center. It may well have been 100 yards long, remarkably thick and cylindrical, and with the big rounded bulge at the tip, it was about as phallic as any structure you’ll ever see.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. He might as well have been living inside a giant neon sign that read, ‘I am insecure about the size of my penis’. As I looked at this disgusting architecture, there was no doubt in my mind that he forced women to worship his feeble cock in there. I looked forward to snapping it like the twig it was. 

Tim spoke out, “Alright… going down, hopefully we can still fly under their radar.” 

Unfortunately, it was already too late for that. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed it, a particularly penile-shaped missile heading right for us. 

“GET DOWN!” I shouted, tackling Tim out of his seat and to the floor. I shoved my breasts around his head to cushion his fall - hey, gotta use what’s available - and did my best to protect him with my body as the cock-missile penetrated the chopper with an explosive burst. 

I held my pilot close, knowing he was nowhere near field-ready enough for something like this. I heard his understandable howling muffled between my girls as the helicopter shook violently on it’s long way down. We landed with a loud crash that caused the both of us to bounce off the floor and my poor pilot screamed all the more intensely at that.

Miraculously enough, we were both in one piece, though our chopper was nothing but an expensive pile of wreckage now. 

I removed my tits from Tim’s face and asked, “Hey! Are you okay?!”

To my surprise, he was smiling. In fact he looked deliriously happy, like he was off in his own little dream world. His voice slurred as he responded, “That… was… amazing...”

In all that turbulence, I hadn’t realized I had my crotch pressed right against his… and I could feel his erection, albeit at the end of it’s lifespan as it swiftly softened. From this and the state he was in, it was pretty obvious what happened… thanks to the combination of my tits in his face, my body atop his and the friction between us that our crashlanding chopper caused, he had very definitely came in his pants. Not only that but from his reaction I can only imagine he’s never had one more powerful in his life.

I was… mildly flattered but mostly annoyed. This wasn’t a good time for him to be in a daze, there would assuredly be men swarming in on the crash site to make sure we were dead. And while it’d be child’s play for me, I couldn’t risk letting them get to him.

So I grabbed at his hand and tugged it, trying to urge him to his feet. “Come on, get up!”

“I caaaan’t...” he murmured. “Atleast not for… a few minutes… give it a bit and he’ll be ready for you again miss… eheheh...”

He was lucky he was so sweet most of the time, I’d be slapping the shit out of pretty much any other dude I knew at this point. Instead I relented, pulling him up myself and hoisting him onto my shoulders. He wasn’t exactly a goliath of a man and even if he were, I wouldn’t have any trouble carrying him. Holding him up in a Firewoman’s Carry position I rushed out of the helicopter and into the thick foliage of the forest we’d found ourselves in. 

It was hard to figure out where I was going in all that thicket, but atleast it made for ample coverage. Anyone they sent after me at this stage would have to get really damn close to do any damage, and up-close and personal was where I did my damage.

I kept going forward, my basically unconscious pilot on my shoulders until I noticed a small path cleared out before me. I dared not step onto it, but I did follow along it from the brush as best I could, wanting to see where it led. Before long it took me to an outpost. I needed somewhere safe to hide my stowaway whilst I carried on with the mission so this seemed perfect… if I could make sure it was clear. 

As if on cue, the door opened. I swiftly went down behind a bush, setting my compatriot down against a tree trunk. I peered through the leaves to see a fairly large man in a suit leave the house… and drop trou as he turned to face the thicket. Did they not have a bathroom in there?

I turned to Tim and whispered, “I need you to stay here for right now, okay? Don’t move from this spot or make a sound. Do you understand?”

“Titties...!” he dazedly responded with a huge open grin. 

This earned a deep sigh. “...Yes, Tim, consider it an order from my titties.”

I took his dumb nod as confirmation, atleast as much as I was going to get. I proceeded to sneak out from behind the bush, crawling upon the ground as I approached the man who I could only assume was among the myriad of agents under Verpa’s employ that Tim mentioned earlier. As I got closer however I realized he wasn’t peeing… stunningly, he was masturbating. 

How, twice in this long night, I found myself dealing with two men jacking off outdoors was beyond me. I suppose I was just a magnet for this kind of thing.

The man muttered to himself as he worked, “Ngh… can’t believe I have to do this. The king always says… ngh, a real man shouldn’t have to pleasure himself, ugh… damn Cole, hogging our bitch… I’m definitely calling dibs on her tomorrow.”

You’re kidding me… he has his men abuse the women of the island as well?! I grit my teeth, trying to contain myself, I wanted to scream at this asshole. But I still didn’t know how many were around and needed to maintain stealth for now. Still, I knew how to get plenty of catharsis from a quiet takedown…

I sneaked up on him until I was standing directly behind him juuust as he seemed to be getting into his impassioned onesome. I made my move, cupping my hand around his mouth to ensure he wouldn’t scream. I saw his whole body freeze as I put my lips up to his ear.

“Need some help with that?” I whispered. “If you wanted a woman’s touch, all you had to do was ask...”

With that, I reached down and squeezed the tip of his rock hard cock as vigorously as I could. It was obviously painful judging from the muffled groans he was sending into my hand. I took great delight in the feeling of his solid dick turning soft in my grip. He tried to shift himself around to face me, but I locked my leg with his. His attempt to turn threatened to pop his hip from it’s socket, quickly teaching him that my leg was far stronger than his was. 

My hand moved down, wrapping tightly around his bare testicles. I had to fight back a chuckle as while his penis was average, he had a remarkably tiny pair of balls. They were no less sensitive than any other man’s though, judging from his intense but suppressed screams as I squeezed them as hard as I could. And believe me, I’ve got one hell of a grip on me.

I yanked them up, down and outwards, twisting them viciously. The thought of any girl he might’ve ever sexually assaulted before or planned to in the future driving me on, I grit my teeth and put all my considerable strength into squeezing his little nuts into paste. A small stream of water dripped onto my other hand and I realized it was his tears. He was in so much pain that he’d begun to cry… good.

With one hand I clenched his mouth tighter, and with the other I slowly lifted him up into the air by the balls. This put an intense pressure on them to be sure and if not for how firmly I was silencing him, there’s no doubt the whole damn island would hear his torment. I lashed out with my leg, and at the very moment I let go of his testicles my shin smashed them up into his pelvis. 

I let him fall back to his feet but it was clear he didn’t wanna be there. Making sure to keep my hand on his mouth I allowed him to slowly fall to the ground. With a short hop I landed on the small of his back and pulled his head back painfully with one hand. His chest was off the ground, I was bending him backwards in a hold known as the Camel Clutch. He hadn’t seen me yet, so I bent down, enough to let him see my upside-down face and firmly pressed my tits into the back of his head. I wanted to make damn sure he knew it was a woman who took him out.

I couldn’t help but smile, filled with satisfaction at the pain and fright that shimmered in his eyes. As his body was contorting, I put my other arm around his neck, flexing with all my might. I admired the huge, bulging muscles that suddenly appeared on my arm. It was always a point of pride to me that I managed to train my body in such a way that I looked rather innocuous day-to-day, but the second I wanted to show off how strong I was, bam! Instant shock and shame has appeared on many a man’s face when they come to realize that I’m much more muscular than they are and it’s a wonderful treat everytime. 

And they weren’t just for show. They were packed with feminine power, atleast judging by how quickly my victim’s face turned blue anyway. Within seconds he passed out from the lack of oxygen and I released him, roughly shoving his face into the grass. 

I stood up and saw his dick peeking out from under him, lying sadly between his legs. His balls were too small to make the same trip… that said, I reared my leg up as high as I could, until my bent knee was level with my voluptuous breasts and promptly stomped his dick into the dirt where it belonged.

Satisfied that he was unconscious and his manhood would stay buried for a while, I snuck closer to the outpost. I hovered beneath a window and peered inside… what I saw got my entire toned body rippling with righteous fury.

A man with his pants around his ankles and a young woman down on her knees were inside. From her outfit you could immediately tell what she was, it was as though a horny, creepy as hell teenager dressed her. Thin chainmail ran around her body, between her breasts, surrounding her crotch and ass, wrapping her hips, making sure all of her privates were strategically exposed. 

She was a sex slave, no doubt… frankly she’d be an overwhelmingly erotic sight if not for how clearly she didn’t want any of this. The poor thing was obviously terrified, shaking as the man forcibly pulled her head in and out from his bared crotch, a thoroughly involuntary blowjob.

His head was cocked back in delight… but then suddenly he looked angry. He yanked her head back, thrusting his dick from her mouth and promptly slapped her to the floor. “Dammit, you worthless cunt, I told you, absolutely no teeth! I don’t want to feel the slightest tap from them, I don’t want any reminder that they’re even there!”

“I-I’m sorry...” she whimpered, obviously fighting back tears. “I’m trying but I’m new at this, I’ve n-never done it before...”

“LIAR! A dirty slut like you, you’ve sucked your fair share of dicks… don’t try and bullshit me!” he shouted, pulling her up by the hair and smacking her a few more times. He growled into her face, “If you don’t shape up and do it right, the only alternative will be knocking those damn teeth out of your mouth… but we don’t have to do that, do we?”

She rapidly shook her head. Reluctantly she crawled forward and took his dick into her mouth again, working carefully. As he began moaning contentedly, I knew exactly what I was about to do… I rushed around to the front door and unleashed a devastating thrust kick that took it right off it’s hinges. I made sure to make as loud and startling of an entrance as possible.

That next second, a harsh scream rang through the room as the man was in searing pain. As per my plan, the girl was so taken off-guard by the sudden noise that she ended up biting down fiercely on the base of his dick. The woman whipped her head backward, shouting, “Oh God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

Pained, the man clutched his tender cock which was already in the process of shrinking as he turned around to face me. “Wh-who in the fuck… are...”

His eyes went wide and his dick stopped shriveling… and in fact perked right back up. As I glared a hole into his soul, cracking my knuckles, I venomously declared, “I’m the woman who’s about to end your sex life.”

He looked back at the slave. “We’ll deal with your punishment later...” he warned before turning back to me and surprisingly stepping right out of his pants as he slowly approached me, his hands still on his pecker. “...You… are going to be the one sucking my cock today.”

“I’d sooner make you suck your own.” I replied as I took a fighting stance. That wasn’t a bluff, I’ve made that happen before.

“Heh, as if...” he chuckled as if just seeing me prepared to fight him was a joke. He removed his hands from his cock and put his fists up. “This won’t be a fight.”

I smirked. “Agreed.”

He rushed at me. They always charge blindly. Effortlessly I dodged to the left as he launched a wild roundhouse punch my way. I countered with a roundhouse kick, smashing into his ribs. This doubled him over and I followed up with an axe kick, hiking my leg up high until my foot was level with my forehead and then blasting him in the back with my heel. This took him right to the floor. I glanced at the woman who seemed quite surprised, but still frightened.

“You’re safe now.” I assured her. “No man will ever hurt you as long as I’m around.”

“Who… who are you?” she asked.

“My name is Sheena. And I’m here to save you.” I answered.

“By yourself…?”

I nodded. She just lowered her head, “...Nobody could do that.”

The poor thing wanted to believe that, but after all she must’ve been put through, convincing her was easier said than done. But that was alright. I was going to prove it to her… I was going to save her and every other woman like her, I just knew it. 

The battered woman watched worriedly as one of her many tormentors got to his feet. He cursed under his breath as he turned to face me. Again, he charged straight ahead, running towards me, his erection bounding comically. The lady beside me jolted backwards in terror, not wanting to get in the way, but I was never going to let him lay another hand on her. 

I stopped him dead in his tracks with a snap kick to his bare testicles. He immediately doubled over, a high pitching “Aaaauuughh!” escaping his mouth. I grabbed him by the back of his head and shoved it towards my oncoming knee, blasting him in the face and forcing him to stand upright from the force. In fact as his hands rushed to his freshly shattered nose, he was beginning to fall onto his back. But I put a stop to that, grabbing his nuts, forcing him to stand. 

As he commenced that beautiful screaming I loved so much, I yanked his testes, forcing him closer to me. I got up in his face, growling, “Apologize to the young lady and I’ll make sure your castration is a quick one.”

It was a generous offer, I thought. But he didn’t appreciate it, barking back, “Fuck you, bitch!” 

I responded as I feel any girl should to that remark, picking him up by the balls and throwing him into the wall. He clutched himself as he slid down the wall, ending up on his ass on the floor.

Satisfied I had momentarily dispatched him again, I turned to the girl who was now cowering in the corner. I tried to stay as calm and gentle as I could, fighting back my burning rage enough to ask, “What’s your name? What have they been doing to you? Why do they have you here?”

“My name… is Kirra. Th-they took me from my home... a few m-months ago…” she stammered. “King Magnum Verpa immediately began… u-using me… but he said I wasn’t skilled enough. That I...” she paused and sniffled, trying her damnedest to keep from bursting into tears. “He said that I needed practice. And that I had, such great lips… so while he, made use of others, I was to service his men until they decided I was g-good enough for him...”

Shaking with fury, I whipped around to glare at that son of a bitch. He was slowly pulling himself up, gripping onto the nearby windowsill. When he raised his head to look at me, terror struck him like a bolt of lightning. A bolt from a greek goddess.

This time I decided to show him how it was done and do the charging. He whimpered a bit, protecting his balls best he could as I rushed towards him at a high velocity. My enormous titties bounced so powerfully they nearly slapped me in the face… I hate when that happens. I leaped into the air and unleashed a powerful flying karate kick, the bottom of my foot burying itself deep into his gut, pinning him against the wall. 

I savored the pitiful wheeze that emitted from his throat. After giving him a moment to experience that pain, I moved onto dealing as much damage to his body as possible. A couple of palm strikes pelted his face, blackening an eye and fracturing his jaw. A roundhouse kick to his ribs likely cracked one. A high snap kick to his chest definitely left an immediate stinging welt. A karate chop to the knee swiftly dislocated it. 

The bastard howled as he started to fall. I wasn’t going to allow him that mercy. I grabbed him by the hair and slammed him roughly against the wall. I held him in place with one hand, bent down and unleashed a lengthy series of uppercuts into his stomach. With each blow I increased my pace, digging my fist further and further into his surprisingly soft, flabby gut. 

My breasts swung so wildly from this motion that one of them actually escaped from my top, flopping out entirely and jiggling even more vigorously as I continued my assault. I noticed, but I didn’t care, I was fine with letting it bounce free as I beat the shit out of this guy.

I pounded him unmercifully until I heard his choked begging, “St-stop! Stop, please!”

Pausing my onslaught, I stared wickedly into his eyes as his hands rushed to finally cover his doubtlessly bruising stomach. I kept my answer short, but not-so-sweet… “No.”

With that I blasted him with an uppercut to the chin, nailing him with enough force to send him a couple of feet up the wall. I grabbed him by the shoulders, keeping him pinned there with his feet off the floor, just to rub in his helplessness. His legs flailed uselessly as he stared at me, his bravado decimated in record time as his expression filled with meek desperation. I grit my teeth and tensed my legs, wanting to make sure I got him good with my next attack…

My knee was nothing but a tan blur as it rose up and crashed into his groin, smashing devastatingly into his bare balls with a loud crack. And before he could even process this pain I heightened it, repeating my attack, bashing his testicles with a second knee… and then a third and a fourth. His choked screams were a symphony to me as with each strike, my rock-solid kneecap drove his nuts further up into his pelvis. I made it a self-imposed challenge to see just how high up between his legs my own leg could get.

Finally I finished with a fifth shot, burying my knee deep, deep into his crotch. As the pitch of his resulting screech hit a new high, or a new low depending on how you look at it, I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him forward as I sunk my knee into his damaged stomach this time. 

That attack left him doubled over and hunched on my knee. Amused by the position, I held him there, reared my hand back and delivered a vicious spanking, slapping his exposed ass with all my might, just to add insult to injury. I didn’t stop until I saw handprints. 

“P-Please, stop… my pride...” he whined. 

I yanked him upwards, staring into his pitiful face. “You don’t have any pride!” I screamed. “Nobody with a shred of dignity would do what you do! I can humiliate you all I want because you have no fucking shame… I can bust your balls all I want because you have no goddamn manhood to begin with!”

I punctuated that with a headbutt, crashing into his forehead and rocking his head back. As he stewed in his newfound concussion, I pulled him upright, whirled him around and promptly threw him lawndart style right out of the window, shattering the glass and clearing it entirely, his body spilling limp to the outside. 

My arms crossed, I admired my work, staring at him as he tried and failed to pick himself out of the dirt. Kirra walked over and peered out as well. Sheepishly, she admitted, “Well that, was certainly impressive… maybe, if we’re careful enough, you could get me out of here… but you couldn’t possibly save all of the oth-”

I put up my index finger, signaling for her to hold that thought. I was watching as my current victim made his way to a knee. He looked up at me through the window, and I was a bit surprised to see that despite the obvious pain and terror coursing through his very veins, as soon as he laid his eyes on me, as they shimmered with tears, they were obviously staring right at my titty, as it lay proudly bare.

This gave me an idea… I pulled down the strap on the other side of my top, exposing my opposite breast. I turned and rushed out of the now empty doorway at a swift sprint, enjoying the rhythmic bouncing of my freed titties as I rounded the corner. I saw him just as he pulled himself to his feet. He looked petrified at the sight of me, just as he should. I picked up the pace, nearing terminal velocity; well, for him, atleast… 

He stumbled backwards, trying his best not to trip. Fortunately I’d done far too much of a number on him at this point for him to have the slightest prayer of getting away. Just as I hit my top speed, I leaped up just high enough to smash my generous bosom into his face. The sheer pace I’d picked up put immense force behind my tits as they blasted into him and it sent his body to the ground in a flash. 

Giving my chest muscles a little flex, I let my tits do a brief victory dance as I stood triumphant over this dominated prey. Bending down, I grabbed him by the collar and picked him up off the ground. I tossed him through the window but gentler this time, and he fell ribs-first onto the windowsill. His upper body was indoors, his lower body outdoors. 

“Aw, looks like you didn’t have the strength to make the whole trip back...” I mocked. “That’s okay, I’ll give you that last little push.”

I turned opposite to his keeled over body and ran several yards away, until I came to the trees. I faced him again and knelt into a three point stance, wanting to really burst into this next one.

The beaten man - who incidentally I assumed from the previous henchman’s comment was named ‘Cole’, though his name was mud as far as I was concerned - didn’t move a muscle. Either his body had become too broken to budge or his spirit had been shattered thoroughly enough that he had no will. Hopefully both.

With that in mind I zipped forward, my feet pounding the grass as I closed the gap with a stomping stride. I planted my foot and slammed my instep between his legs, blasting him in the balls yet again. The force flipped his beaten body into the outpost. I was quite pleased to see that attack worked out just as I’d hoped.

As he lay on the floor cradling his balls, I performed a frontflip through the window, gracefully entering the house and in that same motion, slamming my ass - currently bared thanks to gravity pulling up my loincloth - directly onto his face. I wiggled my hips, grinding my cheeks deep into his, in a manner of speaking. As I bore down harder, I glanced at Kirra who was finally starting to look less nervous. I’d certainly hope she got something out of a show like that!

“Kirra… I do believe he’s been thoroughly defeated.” I noted, showing off my love for stating the obvious. “He’s not going to be able to do anything to you in this state… I think now’s a golden opportunity for you to get even with this asshole. Wanna trade places?”

She shook her head. “I-If I besmirch one of his men and they find out about it, they… well I-I don’t want to know what they’d do to me.”

I wasn’t ready to accept that, this woman needed this. I stood up and pulled his limp body up, restraining his arms in a full nelson. Yanking him around, I had him face her. “Come on… think about he did to you. Every threat, every insult, every assault, every time he forced himself onto you. You can’t act like you don’t want to rip this asshole a new asshole…”

She stared him down… her fists shook, her bottom lip quivered. It must’ve taken everything in her power to restrain herself, to continue her demure facade, to repress her rage as it threatened to bubble up to the surface. 

“He DESERVES the punishment!” I reminded her. “And you deserve to be the one to dish it out! Don’t fight it… don’t let them restrain you anymore. They’ve convinced you that your place is beneath them, holding back from expressing yourself but they’re wrong and so are you! Kirra you are not weak, you are strong! I know you are, because you’re a woman and so you have the burning soul of the warrioress inside you! Now… let it out! LET IT OUT! UNLEASH YOUR FEMININE FURY!”

She finally couldn’t contain it any longer and let out a scream as she launched a vicious punch into his face, her fist landing solidly. As her knuckles buried into his cheek, I noticed a tear streaming down her own. Kirra began furiously grunting and shouting as she sent punch after punch into his face and gut. “Y-You bastard… I’m done being your slut! You’re MY BITCH NOW!” she howled, openly crying as she continued her onslaught.

She capped it off with a kick, aimed right at his groin. But while it connected it was clear she wasn’t adept at this as she actually tripped in the process, falling onto her ass, albeit whilst digging her foot that much deeper into his balls. As his hoarse voice howled, I shouted over him, “Very good! But I would recommend knees until you gain more experience! You can hold onto his shoulders that way, get more control!”

Kirra stood up and swiftly heeded my advice, clutching his shoulders. In her shimmering, tear-filled eyes I could see the burning fire of a budding amazon… it sparked in hellacious intensity as she kneed him in the testicles, her kneecap bouncing off his balls painfully.

“Not bad… but I think you can get him better than that.” I goaded. “You see the trick is not to kick or knee or punch his balls persay, but to send your attack through his balls. Imagine you’re trying to strike his chin and those pesky testicles just happened to get in the way.”

She nodded, a weak smirk appearing on her face as she imagined it, the closest to a smile I’d seen from her yet. Her grip tightened as her next knee lift utterly blasted his nuts with the brutal force of a goddess. 

This type of exertion must’ve been new to her as she stood breathless after this, panting deeply, her bare, womanly chest heaving with her every inhale and exhale. Sweat glistened from her toned body… it’s kinda funny. The moment she stopped being a sex slave, I’d wager she’d never been more sexy in her entire life. 

The burgeoning warrioress glanced at me. “Put him on the floor.” she commanded. I was more than happy to oblige, simply dropping him onto the hardwood. She kicked at him until he was on his back. With a leap, she landed crotchfirst on his face, burying her womanhood into him as much as she could. “It’s your turn, asshole! Go down on me, NOW! And I swear if it’s not to my liking I will go out of my way to ruin you!”

Reluctantly, he began to work his tongue into her beautiful pussy. She whipped around on his face, sitting her lovely ass down against it, smothering him and blocking off his nose and eyes. The now former sex slave bent down and slapped his wounded testicles. “What, have you never eaten a woman out before?! You can do better than that… atleast for your sake, I hope so!”

He desperately dug his tongue in rapidly, as she reached over and squeezed his tortured balls. After a few moments of savoring this, she laid down on his torso until her face hovered just above his genitals. “Don’t like teeth, huh?!” she asked tauntingly, before taking his cock in her mouth and biting his shaft. He screamed into her womanhood, something that always brought warmth to my heart. She shook her head violently as she kept his dick in her teeth, treating it like a dog might a chew toy. 

Kirra continued ravaging his cock, becoming increasingly feral as she aggressively buried his head into her ass and pussy. As she did this, the chains that surrounded her womanhood snapped, letting her bear down more aggressively. The same went for the chainlink between her tits, letting them jiggle much more freely. If you were the sentimental type, you might call it symbolism for the chains that her feminine might has been freed from. 

After a few minutes of this, his seemingly endless screaming… well, ended. It took her a bit to notice this, but eventually she lifted her womanhood off of him and stared as he had clearly passed out from her smothering. “No surprise, you’re worthless at pleasing a woman…”

She stomped heavily down on his face before walking over to me. She was panting, and I noticed a stray tear still falling down her cheek. 

“...Better?” I asked.

“So much.” she answered, as she wiped it from her face. “They… they always put mascara on me and... the last thing they ever wanted was to see it run. So they conditioned me to, never cry… they’ve made me repress it all this whole time.”

I pulled her in for a hug and let her cry on my shoulder for a bit. Once she seemed to have finally calmed down, I stepped away, grabbed the unconscious man by the ankles, lifted his legs into a V and stomped viciously onto his testes. The impact was brutal but it got no response. I offered Kirra his legs. “I know I said that I would end his sex life, but I think it’s only appropriate that you get the honors.”

She smiled maliciously and graciously accepted. As she proceeded to stamping the last of his manhood out, I left the building and returned to where I kept Tim. Amazingly he still seemed out of sorts from that orgasm, I must’ve really rocked his world. His eyes lit up as I came before him.

“T-T-TITTIES…!” he shouted, pointing at my bared breasts. I had entirely forgotten to cover them up. With a sigh I decided to make the most of this. 

So I grabbed my tits, one in each hand and bounced them as I answered, “Yes, it is We… the Two And Only Great And Powerful Titties. We command thee, enter yon building!”

I pointed my breasts at the outpost. With glee filling his face he rushed to his feet and ran right through the brush, into the building. Inside, Kirra was standing on the defeated man’s nuts, finishing her flattening of his genitals. As she bounded up and down, her body weight crushing them for good, her big bouncing breasts caught Tim’s eye.

“T-Titties…?!” he asked in a deluded shock.

This took Kirra by surprise as she whipped towards him. She shouted, “Oh shit... ! NO! YOU’RE NOT HURTING ME ANYMORE, NUMBNUTS!”

She rushed right at the numbnuts just as I entered the doorway. I cried out, “Kirra, wait!” but I was too late to get through to her. Off a nice running start she smashed her instep his crotch, kicking him thunderously in the groin. Instantly he was sent to his knees, screaming in anguish. She grabbed him by the collar, rearing back her fist but I caught it.

“Kirra, he’s on our side! He’s a friend!” I assured her. 

She looked quite ashamed as she let him go. “O-Oh… I’m so sorry!” she eeked out, her meek nature returning. “I was in, a violent state of mind...”

Poor Tim clutched his wounded nuts and through grit teeth answered, “Th-that’s okay… I needed something to get me out of that stupor anyway… ugh... I’m Tim, by the way.”

I knelt down to help Tim to his feet and Kirra helped me, both of us on either side of him, putting one of his arms around our shoulders as we rose to our feet, supporting him with our voluptuous, mostly exposed bodies. Tim’s cheeks flushed a deep red, obviously feeling awkward in this position. If not for the swift kick in the balls he’d just received, he’d no doubt be well on his way to cumming in his pants again.

“S-So uh...” he stammered. “Sheena, it’s safe to say our initial plan has gone up in smoke… do you plan on continuing on towards Verpa’s stronghold on foot?” 

I nodded. “That’s the plan… right after I make sure neither of the assholes manning this place are gonna be up and at ‘em anytime soon. This place should be safe enough for you two to stay until I’ve taken this guy down.”

Without warning, a TV monitor at the opposite end of the room flashed on. A man’s face appeared on it… smug and punchable as could be. “Well… judging by how long it’s taken for my men in Outpost 208 to call in, I would say you’ve holed up there. It IS the nearest to where your little chopper crashed after all, and there were no bodies to be found.”

I motioned for Kirra to hold Tim tighter and his awkward blushing intensified as she wrapped her arms around him. I stepped away from them, coming closer to the monitor I realized the sound of his voice wasn’t coming from there. I followed it to a nearby intercom.

“So… whoever you are, I would like to introduce myself. I am King Magnum Verpa, and you are a trespasser on my territory.” he declared. The camera on him zoomed out to reveal two women on either side of him as he sat on a garish throne. He was clothed like a medieval king, befitting his utterly archaic levels of chauvinism. The girls were in chain outfits just like Kirra’s, and they looked miserable as they knelt on their hands and knees around him. He stroked one’s head, petting her like a dog as he gestured for the other to caress his leg. 

I was immediately boiling as he continued on, “I don’t know how you dealt with the guards, but they’re far from the best on my payroll. And believe me, my payroll is vast… you’d crumble under it’s girth. My endowment is far, far beyond your comprehension… though I suppose you can see that much quite plainly.”

As he said that, he signaled for the woman he was petting to massage his groin. Reluctantly, she brought her hand to the ridiculously long, thick bulge in his pants, running her hand up and down it’s shaft. He sighed contentedly, grinning like he hadn’t a care in the world as he continued on, “Mmm, I’ve already dispatched a large, powerful unit to that outpost. In case you thought you were safe in there, you’re very very wrong. And if you try to flee, believe me, they will find you. Your resistance will soon be conquered and dominated… and it. Is going. To like it.”

I pressed a button on the intercom and spoke into the transceiver. “If you can hear me… I want you to know I’m going to make you pay. You will feel the suffering of every woman you’ve ever abused. I will end you... and it will not be quick.” I growled. “I am going to rip off your fucking genitals and shove them down your throat. I will forcefeed you your balls, you will choke to death on your own cock, do you understand me?!”

“My, my… what a lovely voice, to be speaking such vulgar language.” he marveled, clearly just amused. He didn’t fear me yet. I had to fix that. He chuckled, “Ah, I’m going to truly enjoy ravaging your every orifice. I’ll make sure to send word they don’t make you too unsightly as they pick you apart… though to be honest, whether you come to me alive or not, I think I’ll enjoy my time with you regardless!”

He began to cackle maniacally, with no end in sight. I grabbed the limp form of the man we’d been spending the last several minutes devastating, hoisted him up and threw him headfirst through the television screen, destroying it and ending the transmission.

Kirra’s fear seemed to resurface upon seeing her lead tormentor. “Wh-what do we do now…?”

I turned to her, dead serious. “We stay right where we are. This will be our safehouse… I’ll just have to stay here a little longer than I thought to defend it first.”

As I marched outside to retrieve the first of his men I took out, I growled under my breath. “Send all the men you want, Magnum. I will take each and every one of them down. I will decimate your entire army… I will break a thousand balls as long as yours are among them!”

I was but one Warrioress, going into a full fledged war with a kingdom’s worth of men… and if they weren’t such grotesque bastards, I’d feel bad about the odds they’re up against.

To be continued...