Warrior Of The Female Dominion - Sheena - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

My name is Sheena. Sheena Benezia. And I am not a normal woman. I’ve diligently trained my body into perfect condition, for work… and for play. This account speaks of what is very clearly a workday, as you’ve already seen me take down three disgusting men and I promise you, I’m not even halfway done. I operate under the watchful eye of a special order that seeks to defend women from the many perils that the world sees fit to throw at them. 

My mission today is a weighty one, as I’ve been called to an island ruled by a deluded, obnoxious asshole that refers to himself as King Magnum Verpa. We’re not sure yet how he’s conquered this territory or amassed the fortune required to do this, but he has a small army’s worth of bodyguards protecting him, and he’s had them abduct women from all around the world to serve as his personal harem. 

It’s hard to say how many innocent women he and his men have violated… but I will save each and every one of them. And all of their captors will pay dearly for what they’ve done.

As these thoughts ran through my head, I gripped particularly tightly on the nape of the neck of the first man I took out on this island, the one who happened to be jacking off outside the outpost that I’ve since claimed as my own. Dragging him callously across the ground, I took him inside and tossed him into the closet alongside Cole. That one I thoroughly decimated… well, me and the lovely Kirra, the now former sex slave that they abused in Verpa’s arrogant name, thoroughly decimated him. 

The both of them were unconscious, Cole already bound and gagged. As I knelt down and tied up the other to match, on the opposite side of the room Kirra sat down next to Tim, a bumbling but good-hearted young man and a pilot working for the Female Dominion. A confused Kirra had moments ago introduced herself with a kick to his crotch, and he was still clutching it in pain.

She gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. She was equal parts grateful for his help and apologetic for the sudden low blow. His face was bright red in an instant, and she giggled a little at how much he flinched at this. He wasn’t the most experienced sort in the world and found himself quite nervous around beautiful women… especially beautiful women that were totally naked aside from a few thin chains that covered absolutely nothing.

Kirra pulled up an icepack. “Do you uh… ahem, think you might need this?”

“Erm… m-m-maybe.” he stammered as he reluctantly unbuttoned his jeans, looking away from her as he slipped them off. He sat back down and Kirra gently pulled his hands away, slowly setting her icepack down on the front of his boxers, delicately pressing it against his groin. He let loose a series of progressively high pitched gasps as the cold stung his tender loins. This did little to make the situation any less awkward for the poor boy.

I slammed the closet door shut on those two wastes of egg and sperm and turned to my compatriots as Kirra raised her head at me. She asked, “So, um… he said they’re coming for us. I’m sure they’ll be here any minute now, are you sure we shouldn’t try to run…?”

“They’ll find us if we try to run. I have no doubt about that. This place is still the safest bet we have and our only shot is holding down this fort.” I informed her. “Don’t worry, I have a plan. This safehouse will be living up to that name before the night is through.”

Her steely eyes told me she believed me. It meant everything to be able to give hope to those who have been through what that poor girl’s been through. Tim’s eyes on the other hand were focused on Kirra’s body… I’d say he was undressing her with his eyes but there was really nothing to undress. This was a bit agitating but at the same time, understandable that she was hard to keep from gawking at.

A bit embarrassed he looked away… but found his eyes wandering right back. Kirra noticed this eventually but just stared forward uncomfortably. After a few moments of awkward silence, Tim suddenly stripped off his button-up shirt. The young woman jerked away in horror, perhaps reminded of a traumatic experience. But just before she started throwing hands, she saw him hold out his shirt towards her.

“I… uh, I figure you might be uncomfortable, having to wear that in front of people.” he mumbled, trying and failing not to stare at her bared tits. “So I was th-thinking that, you might want to… cover up…?”

“Uhhh… oh!” she uttered. Her surprised gasp gave way to a gorgeous smile. “That’s really sweet, Tim, thank you.”

Kirra accepted it, pulling on the shirt and buttoning it up just enough to cover her nipples; it was definitely oversized on her, just barely going down her body far enough to hide her womanhood and… well, most of her ass. Nonetheless she seemed pleased with it. 

“Heheh… I erm, noticed how much you liked what you saw under there.” she giggled, blushing a little herself. “So it’s especially nice of you, giving the shirt off your back like that~”

She wrapped her arms around him in an enthusiastic embrace, leaning her chin against his shoulder a little. His eyes went wide as she gave him an affectionate squeeze… and the icepack slowly found itself rising. 

The young lady stifled a laugh as best she could. “Wow, I thought the cold was supposed to make those shrink...”

He turned and hid his face as best he could, thoroughly embarrassed though I could see he was still smiling. I shook my head and laughed myself, amused at the antics of those crazy kids.

Abruptly, I flinched and put a finger forward to indicate they be silent and still. I closed my eyes, meditating deeply… the rustling of leaves, cracking of twigs, the faint sound of voices… ballpark estimate, I’d say around 100 yards away at that point. I shot an intense look towards my allies to let them know trouble was coming. 

Reopening the closet door, I quietly waved for them to enter it. With the two goons already sitting there, bound and gagged, there was only so much room so Kirra opted to sit her nearly bared ass on the face of Unnamed Victim #1 - I say that because I have a feeling I’ll have plenty more faceless, gutless cowards to pick apart soon. 

It took some coaxing, but Kirra managed to get Tim to sit on her lap. She had to pull him in really close before I could shut the door. The poor blushing boy had a hand clasped on his mouth to contain his nervous whimpers as I gently closed the closet door. Conveniently it locked with a key, which I hid deep in my cleavage. That should be enough to ensure they’ll be safe for the duration of this little raid attempt.

I knew I didn’t have much time left to plan this out. After weighing my options for a moment, I decided to go upstairs. The outpost didn’t really have an attic but the upstairs rather acted as one, it mostly seemed to be used for storage, lined with crates. There was only one window and with the lights shut off it was considerably darker than the first floor. It was convenient they were doing this at Ass O’Clock. If they’d waited a few more hours the sun would be up and stealth would be much less of an option. 

There were plenty of hiding spots here, but I decided to duck out beside the stairwell; a good spot for a surprise attack, plus the best spot for listening in on the downstairs area. Within moments of hunching down on this spot, I heard the men enter. Focusing on the footsteps, I deduced there were six men down there. Not so bad. Slowing my breathing, I hoped to hell Kirra and Tim kept their cool well enough not to draw attention to themselves.

My honed senses again kicking in, I heard them speak…

“Mendez and Cole had this place, right?” one asked.

“Yeah, but we haven’t heard from them since the intruder crashed here.” another replied. “And as you can see, they’re nowhere to be found.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this about the time they’re usually sampling the wares?” the other responded, speaking as callously as possible about the forced fellatio Kirra was suffering through when I got here. “Maybe they just took her out somewhere more private...”

“No, King Verpa demands to overhear all practice sessions.” his ally replied. My fist tightened in rage, I found I hated that man more and more by the minute. “They didn’t report in, ergo they’ve been indisposed. They know better than to disobey his wishes...”

“Right… sorry, I haven’t gotten one of those jobs yet. Hey, maybe I’ll get promoted after this! Haven’t got my dick wet in God knows how long…”

“Enough of the chatter! If the enemy was enough to take out two men, it’s enough for us to take dead seriously.” a different man spoke up, his voice noticeably deeper. From the tone it was clear he was an authority figure to these guys. “Borden, upstairs, now. The rest of us will scope out here for now, make sure they don’t sneak out from up there.”

It was hard not to laugh at that. Sending one man up alone, that’s far too easy. I listened for his approaching steps, but you hardly needed to be very alert to tell when he neared; the light affixed to the top of his rifle clicking on made it quite clear. 

I knew this was a fairly tight window I was working with… but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun with this. I simply waited until I could see his head pop out above the railing, and then popped out myself. “Hi, Borden.” I whispered in my most seductive tone. 

He whirled around towards me, but before the light could hit my flesh, I already had my hands around his head. Pulling him down violently, I slammed him facefirst into the solid steel railing, forcing him to drop his rifle right to the floor. The man’s loud howl as well as the satisfying thud his head made against the thick metal was more than enough to give away my position, but that wasn’t so much of an issue yet.

Before the men below could even finish exclaiming their surprise at the noise, I grabbed Borden and pulled him into a headlock. His face brushing against my bare tit reminded me I hadn’t pulled my top up since I was destroying Cole. Ah well. With my opposite hand I grasped onto his waistband and suplexed him over my head, slamming him backfirst onto the ground. 

My speed was an asset here. By the time the boots even began to hit the first steps, I had pulled him up to his feet by the hair - the man was in a daze. A jumping side kick sent him staggering against the wall. As I rushed in, I did a little mental math in my head to see how many hits I could get in within the time remaining. I pelted his stomach with a couple of jabs, and proceeded with a matching one-two to his face, rocking his head back and forth. 

Knowing my fun here was to be short-lived, I leaped forward with a pumping knee lift, the rocksolid point of my right kneecap blasting him in the temple. He slumped to the floor, out cold as I darted behind the nearest crate. I was out of sight right on time as a gaggle of men rushed in to find their ally down. 

“Fuck, already…? Who are these guys?” one of them asked.

“Uh… according to the King, it’s actually a chick.” another responded as he went down to check on his fallen compatriot. “Just… one of them, as far as we know.”

“What, are you kidding me?” he responded, aghast. I realized these were the same two chatty assholes I overheard a moment ago. “One girl? No fucking way. Only a dickless wimp would get beat up by a single girl… are you sure?”

“Yes, Borden! A single girl.” the leader spoke up. “Which means if we find her, she’s doomed. So for Christ’s sakes, shut the hell up and focus on finding her! Stick together up here and there’s nothing she can do to us.”

I was tempted to jump up and prove him wrong… I was honestly confident I could take the lot of them at the same time. But the stakes were too high to show off and take chances. Besides, there was something I really enjoyed about picking men off one-by-one.

As I peeked out from behind the crate, I realized there were only four of them searching the room. Effectively the inverse of their first tactic, they left one behind downstairs as the rest scoped out up here. A devilish smirk spread across my face, they were playing right into my hands. I crawled from crate to crate and saw one man was stationed at the top of the stairway. That was a bit irritating… 

Scanning my surroundings, I noticed a small water canister bound to a box of rations. Taking it up in my hand, I steadied myself a bit before throwing it up high up into the air. My aim was true, it landed up in the rafters, bouncing once but staying solidly up there. This made enough noise to avert their gaze, making the lot of them stare upwards and take up defensive stances. For the one in front of the stairs, that meant spreading his legs widely.

Heh. There was a lot I could do with a man that was spread eagled… but in this case my best bet was to keep moving. I actually crawled right between his legs and past him with him being none the wiser. As I made my way quietly back down the steps, I pulled my top up, deciding there was no reason to give a show to those who didn’t deserve it unless it served a tactical purpose. I didn’t see the need to make it too tight though. You’d be surprised how useful a nice bare bosom can be in a pinch...

Slinking back into the main room, I saw the toadie they left behind scrounging around, checking under chairs and tables. He turned towards the closet door. I kept on crawling, approaching him as fast as I could without making any noise. The man tried to open it and of course couldn’t. “Fuck, where’s the key...” he muttered.

‘Somewhere your grubby hands will never reach’ I thought to myself. 

He shrugged. “Well, sucks to have damage our property but in a situation like this...” the man trailed off, aiming his rifle at the knob. 

Rushing in, I cupped one hand over his mouth as the other reached towards the tip of his gun. This took him by surprise judging by his muffled grunt and the frantic way he started pulling the trigger. Fortunately before any shot rang out, I managed to bend the point of the gun upwards, rendering it basically useless. 

“Looks like you’re shooting blanks, little boy...” I growled into his ear. 

A stomp to the back of his shin took him down to his knees. In a single motion, I performed a short hop, went horizontal in midair and wrapped my legs around the man’s head, quick enough that his face wasn’t uncovered long enough for him to scream. My powerful, toned bare thighs clenched around him and immediately became his entire world, smothering his cries of pain and cutting off his oxygen in one fell swoop. 

The two of us fell backwards and I just casually laid there with him caught between my long, powerful legs, watching with delight as he kicked and moaned, flailing uselessly, helpless to my feminine power. I didn’t know what he had done specifically to any particular girl but frankly I didn’t care. No one with a conscience would work under a man like Verpa, nobody with a modicum of respect for women would agree to a job like this. And so his pain was truly delicious to me, I was savoring every moment of it.

As they all do, he grabbed at my legs, trying desperately to pry them apart but he couldn’t even begin to separate them. He wasn’t as strong as me, not by a long shot. It didn’t mean he was weak, it just meant I was mighty. I haven’t met a man yet that could match the skill of a Warrior of the Female Dominion, our training was unparalleled.

Deciding to play with my pray a little, I leaned in and whispered, “Hey limpdick, can you hear me in there? Can you hear the voice of your destroyer? It’s me, the woman whose legs are smothering the life out of you.”

His moaning seemed to become a bit more pathetic and high pitched at that. I smirked, taking that as a good sign he could hear me loud and clear. “You know, you really shouldn’t be complaining. A lot of men would kill to get between these legs.” I informed him. “Hell, one guy actually did it! Killed his buddy just to try and get on my good side and score a night with me. Didn’t work of course, actually if I recall I snapped his neck between my calves… but you know, the sentiment wasn’t lost on me, it was quite flattering really.”

His struggling sped up as I recounted that little anecdote, fruitlessly pounding on my legs as his own kicks started bounding pointlessly up and down. It really warmed my heart to see the terror I was instilling into this worthless man. 

Unfortunately, it seemed I was having a little too much fun. Whilst I was taking my time with this underling, I heard another march down the stairs to check on him. Maybe he was under orders to call up to them or otherwise stay in contact in the event of this very scenario… all I could say was, this called for a change of plans. My current victim was certainly on his way to passing out but he wasn’t out of oxygen yet and I didn’t imagine he’d get there within the next few seconds...

Well, nobody ever said I had to spare his men’s lives. Frankly I tended not to kill because I loved the thought of them waking up to the realization of how badly they’d been beaten down by a beautiful woman, but hey, what’s the end of lowlife’s life?

With that in mind, I stopped going easy on him, squeezing my legs together as tightly as I possibly could. I watched as they turned from toned and soft to wickedly muscular and rock solid like a switch had been flipped. His screaming hit a real crescendo… but it didn’t last long. It was quite the challenge, holding back my moan as I felt his head give way. It was special really, he was only the third man whose skull I had crushed betwixt my thighs and it was always a treat.

I didn’t have time to savor this, I rushed off of his newly-minted corpse and ducked under a table; the hiding places in this room were much more limited. None too soon, as the scouting party entered the room at that moment. 

“Hey Cooper, what’s with the silence down he-...” the man began, trailing off in sudden awe. He lowered his rifle, gawking at the mess I’d made of his friend. “Wh-wh-wha… what the fuck…?”

He stepped slowly over to his fallen ally agape, looking about ready to throw up at the sight. Damn was his guard ever dropped… as I prepared to swoop in, I felt my thighs come together again and realized the moisture wasn’t blood. Good God, ending that man made me indescribably horny. But I had to focus on the mission at hand. There would be plenty of time to pleasure myself to tonight’s feats later on.

Rushing out from under the table, I ran towards the man and pounced onto his back, tackling him roughly to the floor. Shooting to my feet, I grabbed the man’s rifle, lifted it up high, shoved it down and broke it right in half over my rising knee. 

The man rose to his feet behind me and without even looking I could feel his stare. He was terrified at what I’d done to his weapon and his ally. I suppose he felt his best bet was to try and take me off-guard so he tried to attack me from behind with a clubbing blow. It was as though I had eyes in the back of my head, I could actually see it coming. Ducking under it was child’s play and he ended up stumbling in front of me. 

Showing off my flexibility, I nailed him with a high kick, blasting him in the face whilst standing directly behind him. As he staggered back, I laughed as I just stuck my leg out and let him trip over it, falling onto his ass. He glared up at me, trying his best to look tough, but there was no hiding how shaken he was. 

Forcing himself to his feet, he put up his dukes, shuffling around a bit like a wannabe boxer as we finally stood face-to-face. A nervous sweat went down as his ugly face as he starting feigning punches, which of course I wasn’t biting on. After seeing this wasn’t going his way, he just turned and yelled, “CAPTAIN! I FOUND HER!”

“Pfft… what a pussy.” I scoffed. “Can’t take me on by yourself, eh? Hrm… weren’t you the one who said you’d have to be a dickless wimp to get beaten by a lone woman? So what does that say for a man too scared to try…?”

The man growled, obviously I hit a nerve. He went for a hopeless punch that I barely even had to try to evade. Given the circumstance, I decided to make my counter short and sweet… so I simply kicked him between legs as hard as I could, my solid shin smashing beautifully into his balls. I really wasn’t holding back this time and, ooooh baby... now this was up there with my all-timers. I not only felt it happen, but heard that distinctive, squishy crunch. I put all my might into his left testicle and in the process I managed one of my favorite pastimes: rupturing a nut in a single shot.

His scream was blood curdling as he fell to the ground and I began to shudder, shivering a little actually from the rush of the moment. I felt invincible, effortlessly taking away half of his manhood. “Mmm, don’t pretend you lost anything… you already have no balls.” I taunted, the words just melting in my mouth as it was becoming increasingly hard to restrain myself. 

I truly did not have the time to stand and savor this as I could actually see the boots of the reinforcements as they made their way down the steps. I ducked back down under my trusty spot under the table, and as seemed to be my style, I cut it as close as I could, getting out of sight just as the three remaining men rushed into the room.

“Wh-wh-wha… what the fuck…?” one of them uttered as they saw what had become of their partners. Deja vu, am I right? 

Their leader marched over to the dickless wimp that I had just made into half a man and knelt down to him. “Borden, what happened here? What the fuck did she do to Cooper?!”

The poor bastard was in a fetal position, crying and motionless. He was utterly paralyzed with the extreme level of agony I’d put him in. Did I mention I really love my job? In fact it coursed through his very being so thoroughly, all he could say through his grit teeth was, “Pain…”

Mmm, music to my ears. I really don’t think I can properly convey how badly I wanted to reach into my li’l loincloth and go to town on myself, seeing what I’d done to the men in that room. And to think, I was only halfway done with the lot of them… be still my heart, so many worthless sexists to destroy, so little time.

“Answer me, dammit… where did she go?!” he demanded of the beautifully suffering coward.

“I… she didn’t go past me… she moved… ugh, back that way… maybe she went… upstairs…?” he weakly forced out in response. “Auuuughh, my poor balls...”

Every fiber of my being demanded that I pop out and correct him, reminding him that it’s simply ‘ball’ now. He wasn’t cradling his nuts, he was cradling his nut, that’s a key distinction. With much effort, I managed to fight back the urge to say this aloud.

“Upstairs…? How would she manage that without us seeing her?” one of his allies’ inquired. 

The bossman looked down at the remains of the unfortunate Cooper. “...We don’t know what she’s capable of, that much is obvious.” he admitted. I was glad to see he was starting to get the picture. “Fuck… we need to stop splitting up, that’s obviously not working out. We all need to get back up there. King Verpa sent dozens of units scouring the area, if she has left, someone will find her. But frankly she seems intent on staying here and picking us all off one-by-one rather than flee. Stay close, do NOT let her keep doing this.”

Nervously the other two (currently) able-bodied men nodded their agreement. He turned back towards the bastard with the lone testicle and barked, “You heard that right? We’re all going. That includes you!”

He shook his head aggressively, turning away as best he could as he stayed in his little ball. Heh, because of what I did to his little ball, appropriate. The pathetic half eunuch whimpered shrilly, “C-can’t… walk… I’ll only… augh, get in your way...”

The leader rolled his eyes but conceded, “You’re probably right about that. Fine then, we’ll go on up there and we won’t come down until we’ve found her. You can go ahead and stay here until you grow your manhood back.”

This got a particularly pained moan from the man as assuredly that was a sore spot struck. Not by the overwhelmingly powerful leg of an amazon this time, but all the same...

And so, per their word, the three of them rushed back up the steps. Cautiously I emerged from my hiding place and looked at the 50% broken man. He was so wrapped up in sheer pain, he didn’t even realize I was still in the room with him. With a shake of my head I decided to let him writhe, no need to knock him out and put a pause to the anguish that he’d never recover from. 

Besides, I had bigger fish to fry. Turning quietly I made my way upstairs. Kneeling at the top of the stairwell, I could tell from the noise they were deeper in the room. Ducking behind support beams and crates I sneaked along the floor on all fours. Peering out I saw the three of them, the flashlight attachments on their rifles making their positions quite clear. 

They were certainly sticking closer together than I’d like, but that was fine. Just meant I had to be a little more careful than usual. I sidled along towards the one with the most distance from the others and started looking for any kind of opening I could take advantage of.

Scanning my surroundings, I noticed a coil of rope, from the same batch I used to tie up my earlier victims. A lightbulb went off in my head in that moment. I really loved the idea I had but it was more than a little risky… though in all honesty at this point they didn’t have the manpower to defeat me, I was confident in that, so worst comes to worst I have no doubt I could’ve just taken all three of them at once, disarming and deballing each one. So why not take a chance and get creative?

Moments later, the man peered behind the crate and shined the light down to see me… lying facedown on the floor, my hands bound behind my back and my mouth gagged by the hemp. I was struggling against the hardwood floor, a delicate muffled moan escaping my lips. My eyes were even welling with tears as I stared at him in horror. Just to really cement what I was going for, I decided to strip off my top and throw it aside, my jiggling breasts pointing straight at him.

If you’re wondering how I tied my wrists together, the answer is: very carefully.

“Ooohh… guess we found this place’s designated slut.” he said aloud, a devious smirk adorning his face as he set his rifle aside, leaning it against the crate. Sure was a good thing this guy hadn’t seen me yet. “Hey uh… can you guys give me a moment of privacy? I’d like to have some fun with her… they took me off harem training months ago when I riddled that one chick’s ass with scars. God, I’m horny...”

“Richter, does this REALLY seem like the time?!” their boss spoke up. “We have an enemy to find for Christ sakes! Abuse a whore literally any other time but now!”

“Oh, relax… she’s here to save these bitches, right? So if she sees me plowing her, the broad will pop up for sure.” he explained as he unbuckled his belt.

The odd man out in the conversation chimed in. “I… guess he has a point, sir.” 

Annoyed, the leader rolled his eyes but merely gestured for his nearest lackey to follow him towards the opposite side of the room. As they gave us some space, the man I’d attracted was licking his lips as he stripped off his pants. 

You really have to admire these levels of stupidity, how deeply these guys think with their little heads (very, very little in many cases) rather than their big heads… well, atleast in my line of work it’s a positive trait.

The man’s greedy hands went straight to my breasts, getting himself a good fondle. I just let him have his way… for now. As he caressed my flesh, he murmured, “Mmm, they got you on deepthroating duty…? You’re a prime titfuck candidate if I ever saw one...”

He seperated my huge, pillowy mounds enough to stick his member between them. He allowed them to close on his erect cock which swiftly disappeared betwixt my tits. His was an average sized penis, which was to say it was far too small to truly conquer a rack like mine. 

His thrusts felt meager as he began fucking my breasts, but there was no question he’d sunk it in to the base. His gentle moaning let me know he was already enjoying himself. 

Unfortunately for him, I was more than ready to cut off his pleasure before it ever truly began. With but a relatively weak flex of my chest muscles, I squeezed his solid dick with my breasts… and steadily increased the pressure. 

Within moments it proved far too tight. His moans of ecstasy turned to moans of pain, always a lovely occurrence. Eventually it became intense enough for him to start screaming his anguish. Across the room, the reaction was rather casual… “Wow, she must be good huh? I mean Richter’s usually quick, but to have him screaming in a matter of seconds...”

“Yeah, she’s talented, whatever...” the leader sighed. “We’ll make sure to send her straight to the king when we’VE FOUND THE INTRUDER THAT’S KILLING US GODDAMMIT!”

Meekly the other man shut up after that shout. Meanwhile, the man who found his dick stuck in my classic booby trap tried desperately to pull himself out of my tightly clenched cleavage. No dice, his manhood was being slowly crushed between my twin peak symbols of femininity. 

I knew his screams would stop being so ambiguous soon, so I made my move, pulling my hands away from each other until they tore through my self-made bindings. None too soon as the man began to call out, “H-HEL-” before I cut him off, shooting my hand right down his mouth and grasping onto his tongue, choking away his plea for help. 

Tightening my grip on it, I began to jerk my chest left and right aggressively whilst the vicegrip of my breasts clamped down even harder. Several wicked snapping noises were muffled through the thick flesh and I knew his screams would be far more bloodcurdling than ever if not for me preventing them from escaping his mouth.

Finally I relaxed my chest, releasing his obviously ruined dick that I’d just broken in about three places. As he meekly pulled it out from my bosom, I tugged powerfully onto his tongue, forcing his head down into my titties. The titties that he loved so much, the titties that just destroyed his sex life and were about to threaten his actual life.

I wrapped my arms around his head, sinking his face deeper between my enormous breasts and rolled around, forcing his back to the floor and mounting him. He was struggling fruitlessly as they all do, his groans dying out against my thick, rippling, womanly flesh. 

As I again flexed them together just to make absolute certain he had no room to breath in there, I untied the small length of rope I’d been keeping in my mouth. Leaning my head down as close to his as I could, I whispered, “Judging by what’s left of your dick, I’d say it’s been proven that you’re nowhere near man enough for my rockin’ tits. But I’m afraid they’re not done with you yet. Hope you’re comfy beneath my breasts, because you’re never getting out...” 

His high pitched shrieks were too blocked off by titflesh, but I sure enjoyed the sound. Really I was just fucking with him, I didn’t exactly have the time window here to actually smother him to death but I saw no reason for him to have to know that. Besides, it was tactical! The more he panicked and hyperventilated, the quicker this would go.

I grabbed his wrists and pinned his hands to the floor, trying to make sure he didn’t flail too much and end up alerting his friends. My eyes shut as I took the time to savor the feeling of this man trapped in my chest. 

As tightly as they’d clenched together he barely had the room to even move his face in there, but I felt every minute motion of his cheeks brushing against my boobs, his nose poking deep into my soft flesh. I could feel the heat from his mouth as he screamed his terror and the undoubtedly searing pain he felt from his effectively dead pecker. 

My head arched back as I started to get carried away, unable to fight back a deep moan. Truly I do wish I were less of a freak, it’s so embarrassing getting this horny on the job. But my body knows what it wants and it’s conditioned to getting it…

This caught the attention of his peers, turning back towards us. “Oooh, she’s liking your work, huh Ricther…? I was always hoping one of these girls would come around to enjoying their life as much as we do. Heh, let me get a peek at your method, if you don’t mind...”

I heard their leader growl in frustration as the mook wandered towards us. Well, fuck, I figured their agreement meant they weren’t going to be checking up on us this soon. I’d been smothering him for about a minute and I could tell he was fading, but he wasn’t out yet… and sad as it is to say, I’ve yet to master killing a man with my breasts in the same way I’m able to with my thighs.

As the man marched over towards us, I started rolling around with him as quietly as I could. The grip strength of my breasts paid off here as it really helped keep his head in place as I treated the rest of his body like a ragdoll as we came behind a support beam. I flipped around until I ended up pressing his back up against it, my titties grinding the back of his head against the solid wooden post. 

The light from the man’s rifle attachment shone in the area we once were, as he scanned the area, befuddled. “Huh…? Hey, where’d you go, Ricther? Where did you take the slut…?” he asked aloud, walking along the makeshift pathways between the storage. “You aren’t screwing with us again, are you? It’s been a long day, I could really go for some ass...”

He persisted his search, coming closer to us. For a moment it looked like I’d have to drop the act and just drop their asses as well. But as I darted my head around I saw an interesting sight, a particularly sandbag tied to the floor, like you might see in a stage play. My eyes drifted to the ceiling, adorned with several more. I wasn’t sure what they were used for in this case, but this was most advantageous. 

Keeping my squirming hostage trapped tightly into the soft smooth prison of my womanly chest, I reached my hands out towards the ropes that were tying down the bags up in the rafters. Untying one quickly I grasped on firmly. My arm tensed as I kept it in place… these definitely carried with them a lot of weight and therefore would fall with a lot of momentum. My opposite untied another and as I held onto both, I actually had to put effort into keeping the ropes from flying upward to the ceiling. That was a good sign.

As the man looking for us was but a few yards away, I simply stopped pulling the ropes down, letting them rise as I maintained a tight grip. The result of this I imagine would be quite a comical sight if anyone had witnessed it. As I held onto the ropes, they carried my lithe body up to the rafters, all while holding up a man’s entire increasingly limp frame using only my titties.

With an elegant little mid-air move I landed atop the metal beams of the rafters and forced my victim’s back against the steel, happy that my adventure didn’t interrupt my smothering section. The man searching for us got to the spot just in time to see the sandbags drop with a heavy thud, making him visibly jump.

“Whoa, what?!” he remarked, shining his light upwards. I of course had rolled my new ‘bosom buddy’ away long before then and I made sure he didn’t see a trace of us.

“Uh… uh, boss…” he stammered. “I think she’s still after us.”

He kept his eyes towards the ceiling as he fumbled in the dark towards the center of the room, regrouping with his leader. The man grimly lamented, “...She got Richter too, didn’t she?”

“I, well uh… probably?“ he meekly replied, obviously beyond nervous right now as his eyes darted around the dark room.

The stress of this, the stress of being on opposing sides with me, was clearly getting to the bossman as he rubbed between his eyes with his fingers. “Listen. Don’t… don’t move from that spot. We’re going to stay right here, in each other’s line of sight, until she has no choice but to show herself or leave. We will leave literally no room for her to divide and conquer us whatsoever, we’re not taking our eyes off each other, okay? Just. Stand. Still.”

His lackey nodded his head rapidly, trying and failing to disguise his fear. As I watched the two of them just stand there, nigh-on petrified at my little path of destruction, I felt the man who I’d been smothering stop moving. Finally he passed out, surrendering his consciousness to my humongous rack. I’d love to know what was on his mind as I pulled him up here, what he must’ve imagined I was doing with his body as it slung in the air.

I took a breath and relaxed my chest, letting his head fall limp onto the metal framework. I had to stifle a chuckle as I saw that he had a key in his mouth, the one that goes to the door Kirra and Tim are hiding in. Casually I fished it from between his teeth and just hid it behind my ear this time as I slowly stood up, keeping my gaze locked onto my last two targets.

A mischievous idea brewing in my wicked mind, I picked up the passed out Richter, hoisting him high above my head. A hefty toss later and his body landed next to them, the limp form of the beaten man poetically landing right in the moonlight spilling in from the small, lone window. 

Mmm… I might just read particularly weird poetry.

Naturally, the two men jumped in shock, especially the smaller mook who yelped quite wimpily in reaction. “Gaahh! Wh-wh-what?! Where?! How?!” he shrieked as he whipped the light of his rifle attachment around in a panic, his eyes wide and beginning to well with tears of fright. 

He directed it towards where the body fell from but of course I wasn’t there by then. In fact I was already making my way down from the rafters, hanging from the steel beam and landing, as light on my feet as could be as I came down on the floor behind a crate.

“Ohh God, oh fuck, what is happening?!” he wailed. “Sh-she’s not human… she’s gonna kill us, she’s gonna kill us all!”

I’d say he was stricken with a crippling paranoia but no, this was actually about the right level of terror for a man who’s crossed me.

The boss man grabbed him by the collar. “Hey! Keep it together man, if you lose it, you’ll be easy pic-”

He smacked his hand away and started running, making a beeline for the stairs. “NO! Fuck this, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die!” he screamed pathetically as he rushed down the steps as fast as he could, struggling to keep from tripping.

“Raaaaugh, coward! The whole damn lot of you incompetent fucks are nothing but cowards!” the leader shouted, yelling after his clearly rogue friend, pacing around the room. “Went way too long without having to see any action, spent too damn long in the cushy part of this job just living in a fantasy world! Relaxing all day, fucking anything with tits and it made you SOFT! How DARE you leave when it’s finally time to fight?!” 

As he raved on, the bossman walked across the room and backed himself into a corner, just keeping his rifle at the ready, aimed forward. Not a bad tactic when you’re the only one armed, from his position it basically meant I had to get in his line of fire to attack him. 

From this thought it occured to me I could’ve easily stolen a rifle at any point and slaughtered them all from my hiding places but really, where was the fun in that?

Panting, his screams still echoing, he whimpered out,  “...How could you leave me alone with her...”

His rage and thinly veiled fear was delicious, but I had to act fast here. It just wouldn’t be fair to everyone else in this unit if I let one of them get away… so I crawled over towards the window. His spot in the corner kept me just out of eyeshot as I slowly opened it up and slinked outside, out onto the roof of the first floor.

The cowardly man fled so quickly I didn’t even have time to retrieve my top, so I just stood proudly topless as I re-emerged into the night. I could hear him just below me, his pounding footsteps as he rapidly approached the door. Picking my spot carefully, I crouched down and leaped as high as I could up into the air just as the man frantically burst through the front door, running for his life down the clearing. 

My lithe body cartwheeled and corkscrewed through the air and I manage to land on my feet, about a yard in front of him. The man stopped just short of ramming into me, and his terrified face ended up within centimeters of my own. His mouth was agape, his eyes wide, his pupils shrunken, his whole body trembling as he stood frozen in place.

“Wha… what… what are you…?” he asked, his voice cracking. 

I put a gentle hand to his cheek, smiling warmly as his entire body tensed up on contact. I whispered in my sweetest tone, “...I’m just a woman.”

Pushing against his face, just enough to make him take a single step back, I proceeded to blast him in the gut with a knee lift. He had no audible reaction unless you count the sound of his rib cracking. The air completely disappeared from his lungs as he went down to his knees, holding his stomach, a pitiful little high pitched wheeze emerging from his lips.

I put a finger to the bottom of his chin and raised his head up to make him look at me. Tears streamed down his face as with great effort, he forced out, “P-Please… don’t… kill me…”

Giving him an affectionate pat on the head, I answered with, “I’ll think about it.”

Gripping his hair, I walked behind him and sent a few sweeping kicks to the small of his back, just having some fun with him since for once I seemed to have a bit of time. Shrill, tearful grunts of pain fired from his throat alongside every shot. I yanked his hair and forced him higher from the ground. 

Taking my time, I reared my leg back until my heel almost touched the back of my head, and proceeded to deliver a swift, solid kick to his ass. Y’know, just to let him know he was getting his ass kicked. His cry was absolutely pitiful and really did nothing to make me less insatiably horny. Aiming a bit more precisely with my next shot, I thrust my foot into the center of his ass, and through his pants I could tell I got a few inches up the crack of it with my next powerful kick. 

I just chuckled as I sidled my foot a little deeper in and my designated bitch for the moment let out a squeal. Thrusting my leg further forward, I shoved him via my foot up his ass and took him to the ground. I basically wore his body as a boot, pushing him along the dirt as I took a few steps forward before finally removing my foot. 

The poor little coward was a whimpering mess as I walked around to look him in the eye again. He had no verbal response to that humiliation, he had been so thoroughly stricken with terror he had no shame. The look in his pleading eyes alone felt like it was begging for mercy. They were begging to the wrong person. 

“Man, you’re like night and day from the guy I saw a few minutes ago.” I declared. “So bold, so brash, so full of libido. As I recall, you said you could really go for some ass, right?”

I turned around, letting him see my ass which the skinny as hell back of my loincloth really did nothing to cover. Really taking it off was barely even necessary to show it off in it’s entirety… but just for good measure, I slipped them off anyway. Bending over and giving my hips a little wiggle, I made sure to give him a show that’d make a man wickedly jealous in any other situation. 

The poor little loser was filled to the brim with dread, openly weeping, but even in this state he couldn’t look away from my rippling cheeks. There was no denying, that man genuinely loved asses… he was about to get more ass than he ever wanted.

Going down on all fours, I reached my legs back and wrapped them around his pencilneck. Keeping my body off the ground, pushing up with my hands, I forced him back onto his knees, pulling him up by the neck. 

“Prepare yourself… for the Surra de Bunda!” I proudly announced with an enthusiastic shake of my huge, thick, jiggling ass. 

With that, I pulled his head in at a fierce velocity, smashing his face against my ass. I then pushed him out and repeated this motion a number of times, the soft assflesh rippling and bounding with every impact. His grunts of pain gradually increased in volume with every shot. After a fifth face ram, I kept his head against my ass, shaking it and grinding his face deeply against my cheeks. 

Getting a bit more distance, I yanked him in a lot harder this time and started alternating, ramming his crying face against my left cheek, then my right and finally plunging him deeply into the center. I repeated this motion and this was the pitiful sexist’s life for the next minute or so.

I pushed him away and looked back to him, his eyes glazed over, his face streaming with tears. I called out to him. “Having fun back there? Hm? I hope so, that was just the warm up...”

In the next instant, I tightened my glutes, tensing up my ass to such a degree that it transformed from soft and cushiony to chiseled and rock hard. I was happy to see he had enough awareness of his surroundings to squeal in fear it dawned on him just how much this was about to hurt. 

I brought his head crashing solidly against my flexed ass, a loud solid thud ringing out on impact. As I got some space for the next shot, I smiled as I saw his face was already bruising. Time and time again, his helpless face smashed violently against my cheeks. I definitely felt his nose shatter against my backside, and moaned shamelessly in response. 

After one last slam, I released him. Just at the right time too as it was clear that knocked him out, atleast based on how limp his body went, his face slowly sliding down my backside to the ground. As I got to my feet, I grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him up with me. He was nothing but dead weight in my arms, which all things considered, seemed appropriate.

I glanced up at the roof I’d just leaped from. It wasn’t the tallest floor in the world, really… after doing a little mental math, I decided to go for it. Cradling the unconscious deserter in my arms like a baby, I backed up a ways before getting a running start and jumping with all of my might. Fortunately I didn’t miscalculate, landing on the edge of the rooftop. 

Hoisting his weight onto my shoulder, I proceeded to toss his body forward, lawndart style, smashing him headfirst into the window. It shattered entirely on impact and his body fell lifelessly back into the room. 

“Wh-what?!” the bossman cried out, again readying his gun as he cautiously approached the sound. I swiftly combat rolled into the room, and slowly stood up straight as I turned toward him. I was stonefaced as my naked body was selectively illuminated by the faint moonlight.

The man stepped slowly towards me, his rifle trembling in his hands as he trained it on me. “You… I’m not afraid of you. I will kill you… I’m not, I’m not afraid, you hear me you sick harpy?!”

My only reply was a smile. 

The moment I saw his finger twitch towards the trigger, I went into action. What you’re about to read occured in that fraction of a second. I knelt down to the man I’d just broken with my ass and reached onto his belt. I pulled out his combat knife, holding the blade between two fingers. I reared back and gave it a swift toss, throwing it as hard as I could manage. It flew right into the barrel of his rifle, tearing right through it.

As he pulled the trigger, he slowly realized what I just did and dropped the weapon in utter terror. “I’m… not about to run!” he muttered, whipping out a revolver from a holster. He was fond of vintage guns, I suppose. Pointing it right at me, his hands shaking aggressively, he just let loose, firing off five shots rapidly. Putting all of my faith in my reflexes, I moved like flowing water, bending over backwards to avoid the first shot.

My hips swayed from side to side, my body gyrating fluidly to get out of the way of the next two. The fourth went right for my knee. A high kick into the air was all I had to do to avoid that, continuing the extension until my ankle was at eyelevel. The fifth sailed towards my stomach and so I simply completed the rotation, cartwheeling out of the way as the bullet sailed past me.

I stood and glared at him as he staggered backward on shaking legs. “What… wh-who the hell are you?!”

I feigned a step closer to him and in a panic he fired off his sixth and last shot. Showing off my catlike reflexes like never before, I reached out and actually blocked the bullet with my palm, catching it with some effort. Opening my hand, I let it fall dramatically to the floor. I made sure not to show the center of my palm, actually quite injured by this… catching a bullet is flashy but painful as fuck even if you do master it. But I made sure not to show any pain, the point was to intimidate after all.

And it seemed to work like a charm as the used up revolver dropped from his limp hand, his mouth agape at the sight of this. “...Y-You… are some kind of monster…” he moaned, his voice shaking. “I… you… g-get away from me, GET AWAY!”

He turned and ran towards the stairs just like the last one. I rushed after him, and I was much faster than he was, closing the gap in a split second. Leaping forward, I blasted him in the back with a dropkick, the bottoms of my barefeet crashing into his shoulder blades. This sent him falling helplessly down the stairs. I stomped down the steps slowly, like a horror movie villain stalking their prey.

The man didn’t go all the way down, he rolled to about the center of the staircase. As I marched down, I sent my instep into his ribs, causing him to barrel down the last five steps, out into the main room. Standing from the sixth step, I was about five feet above him from that position. I leapt up into the air and did a little front flip before landing right on top of him, both of my feet sinking into his torso. 

With a quick little hop, I spread my legs out and landed one foot onto his face and the other in his crotch. I loved the sound of his wails, after having to muffle the agony of so many during this miserably failed siege it felt great to just let his pain ring free. And boy did his pain seemed immense… atleast from where I was standing.

Filled with a confident swagger, I proceeded to quite literally walk all over him, trampling his face, his chest, his stomach, all across his arms and legs and naturally capped it off by stepping on his testicles as I walked off of his prone form.

I just stood there watching him writhe and moan in pain. I was in that moment truly overjoyed with all of my life choices. Slowly he picked his body off the ground and actually donned a fighting stance, putting up his fists. I openly laughed at this, “Truly? After all this, you think some fisticuffs is the answer?”

He didn’t respond, I’m sure he knew he’d already lost but sheer will to survive urged him to take a swing. As I caught his fist (with my good hand, not the one with a bullet indent in it…) I wondered to myself how I could take that will away. Stalling for time on that thought, I toyed with him, sending snap kicks up into his stomach, each one doubling him over a little bit more.

I caught him with another one to his face that straightened him out… then shocked him with one to the throat, the ball of my foot slamming into his adam’s apple. As he gagged before me and another bit of wetness escaped my womanhood, I think I found my answer. I pulled him close and delivered a solid thigh strike to his groin, just to add to his misery.

After pausing to let him dwell on that pain, mewling comically at his devastated nuts, I judo tossed his bitch ass to the floor, slamming him on his back. Still holding onto his fist that whole time, I pulled his upper body off the floor by it and proceeded to stomp heavily onto his face, rocking his head against the hardwood and knocking him right out. 

I rushed upstairs to enact my plan, to where I found all the coils of rope…

A couple of minutes later, I took a step back to admire my work. I had him in a precarious position to say the least, buck naked and tied to the floor with his arms and legs forced into a spread eagled position. I was really savoring the moment as I prepared to wake him, when I heard a small rustle behind me.

Borden, he man who I turned into a singleballer earlier, finally found the strength to get back to his feet and stood behind me. Amusingly he thought I wasn’t aware of this, as he reached towards his belt and very deliberately pulled out a taser as he slowly approached me. I just smiled, fighting back a giggle at how badly this was about to blow up in his face. 

I was still considering just how I’d counter his foolish assault when I heard the closet door explode open. Apparently it was entirely possible to open from the inside no matter what. Kirra stumbled a bit on her way out but stood quickly behind the half-man. “Don’t you dare hurt my hero, numbnuts!” she shouted as she ran over to him.

Surely even someone as incompetent as him could’ve evaded her considering just how much she telegraphed herself there. But I suppose the pain was still extreme enough to hinder his reflexes as he basically didn’t react at all aside from his eyes going wide. (I could see this in a wall-mounted mirror… again, his plan really had no chance.)

In the next second, I saw Kirra’s bare foot appear at the arc of his legs. She had smashed her instep into his groin from behind, making solid contact with his remaining nut. For a rookie I must say it was really impressive, obviously she learned a little from my crash course.

“N-Not again…!” he whimpered as he dropped the taser and fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. Once again, felled by a single blow to his manhood. Once could only deduce it was a particularly small and weak manhood, and getting smaller by the minute really.

I turned around to see Kirra panting, adrenaline obviously rushing through her whole body. “Um… sorry, I know I was supposed to stay in there, b-but...”

With a hand on her shoulder, I assured her, “No, don’t be. You just saved my life!”

Her smile was absolutely gorgeous. My gaze then turned to Tim, who was slumped over on the floor in front of the closest, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.

“You on the other hand… weren’t you supposed to make sure she stayed put?” I asked, my arms crossed, a playful smirk on my face.

As he got up he explained, “Y-Yeah, well… she, um, overpowered me.”

I smiled back at Kirra and gave her a playful nudge. “Good girl.”

Deciding to finally tie up that little loose end, I walked over to Borden who again nursed his ball… assuming he even had that left. Actually, after having made that little joke in my head, I became curious. I kicked him onto his back and forcibly pried his hands away, grasping at his crotch and checking the damage. Roughly my fingers worked his unbelievably tender, ruined scrotum, getting constant wails from him.

To my shock, I realized Kirra had also achieved that glorious pastime… and I proudly announced it to the world. “My God… sweetie, you broke his ball! I mean it’s not ruptured like the one I kicked was, but it’s definitely split in half! He’s a full blown eunuch now!”

“WHAT?!” the man shrieked, apparently not planning on getting castrated today. “No…! NO NO NO, NOOOOOOO! NO NO-”

A swift elbow to the face put his lights out and swiftly ceased his insipid yelling. As I turned to Kirra, she looked a bit disbelieving. “Uh… did I really do that, or did you just say that to make him even more miserable?”

“It’s true, honey.” I happily confirmed. “You’re a full-fledged ballbuster already.”

Blushing, she giggled and waved this off. But she looked a bit puzzled when she glanced at the tied up naked man in the middle of the room. “Um… what’s this?”

“Negotiations.” I explained plainly. “You can join me if you want.”

Turning back to him I knelt down and Kirra walked over to his opposite side. I began frantically slapping him across the face until he awoke, drowsy as could be. 

“Oooh… wh-where am I…?” he asked, his voice slurring.

“You’re in Hell until I say you get to leave.” I grimly declared as I lorded over him. “Let me give you a demonstration of what it’s like down here.”

A karate chop to his chest earned a yelp of pain. I followed up with a punch to his gut and another to his face. He was a few inches off the ground, allowing me to easily punt him in the small of the back. I proceeded to lift my leg as high up into the air as I could, and many men would likely find his view envious in that moment but I don’t think he had much chance to enjoy it before my foot came crashing down in a brutal axe kick, my heel hammering down into his ribs.

He howled relentlessly, his muscular yet helpless body shaking. “...Get the hint yet? I’m not going to stop hurting you until you do what I say.”

Through grit teeth, he reluctantly growled out, “What do you want…?”

“You’re going to speak to your boss for us.” I explained. “Let him know that he doesn’t have to send any more of his spineless, dickless henchmen to this outpost so my friends can stay here in peace. Do that, and I’ll let you get off with relatively minimal pain, all things considered… but if you don’t, you’re going to be relentlessly tortured.”

“F-Fuck you!” was his surprising response. “I’m not turning on him… you don’t, you don’t know what he does to traitors… to anyone who crosses him...”

“Hmph… you’re right. I don’t know what he does.” I conceded. “So I’ll just have to keep going further until what I do becomes worse.”

I grabbed one of my breasts and bounced it lightly in my hand like it was a baseball I was getting ready to throw. I proceeded to slam it down furiously into his face. His pained yelp showed he was stunned at just how effective that was. Of course this was just the beginning as I proceeded to use my boob like a hammer and treated his whole body like a nail. I bashed my bare breast into his face, chest, stomach and groin until it started to sting my tender titty… and then I simply alternated to my left tit and kept right on going.

As I worked I saw Kirra looking a bit awkward on the other side. “Oh hey by all means, don’t wait for my signal. Attack him however you’d like, just keep him awake for now.”

With a nod, she punted him in the back and for now decided to just stick with that as my boobie barrage blasted the front of his body. Keeping my tit menacingly at the ready, I asked, “You want to keep going, little man?”

“...Ugh… stop… stop this… let me go!” he shouted, continuing to grunt in pain with each kick Kirra delivered.

”Silly little boy, you know how to make it stop… you just have to tell your boss a little white lie.” I informed him.

Stubbornly he shook his head, refusing the demand. With a shrug, I gestured to Kirra to get her attention. “Hey… continue yourself on ballduty.”

Her eyes lit up a bit, as she seemed fond of this. She walked over and stood between his forcibly splayed legs while I went over and bent down to look him in the eye. I was planning on shouting in his face as Kirra worked but the second she attacked, viciously punching his bare testicles and his whole face contorted into a brutalized facsimile of a man, I felt that damn tickle yet again…

“Hmmm… fuck it, I think this is the best time I’ll find...” I muttered before hiking my leg up and resting it on the other side of his head. I stood, slightly hunched, my sopping wet pussy already dripping onto his face. I turned towards Kirra and pantomimed the squeezing of testicles. “Grab, twist, pull.” I explained.

With these simple steps, in no time her ballsqueezing got him screaming unrelentingly. Oooohh that’s the good shit… greedily I plunged my fingers deeply into my womanhood as Kirra tortured his nuts. I rocked my head back in pure ecstasy, crying out “Ohh, FINALLY!” as I went to town on myself. Meanwhile Kirra yanked his balls to their limit and commenced with repeatedly smacking them. His wails were deep and guttural, clearly involuntary at this point.

My pussy had been demanding this all day, so at this point it didn’t take much stimulation. As Kirra took up both of his nuts in one of her fists, and punched deeply into them with the other, my scream seemed to match this poor fuck’s as I came to a raging orgasm, right in his face. I made damn sure I made a mess and he could tell even through the pain that I just came all over him.

“Ohhh, YES! FUCK YES! OHHHH!!! Ohhh… ohh, my friend, do you want to know what the biggest difference… between a man and a woman is?” I asked him, knowing full well he wasn’t fit to answer anything right this second. “...Endurance.”

No sooner than I’d finished, I resumed, fingering myself hungrily. Whilst one hand went wild on my pussy, the other repeatedly slapped the taste of our hostage’s mouth. It proceeded to rear back and grab his nipple, pinching and twisting it torturously. His shriek this time hit a high pitched crescendo that sent shivers down my spine. I grasped at one of my breasts and lifted it up to my mouth so that I could suck on my own stiff nipple. 

Moaning furiously into my own tit, I came again, all over his face. With a bit of a limp, I walked away from his now quite messy face and waved Kirra off. “S-So… so, uh, uh, stud… how about now?” I stammered, obviously needing a moment to recover from my double climax.

He was crying quite openly, the intense pain and twisted humiliation sinking in at the same time overwhelming him. This would happen to any man, surely… and yet, he still said, “N-No… I won’t… I won’t break...”

With an eyeroll, I said, “Fuck it” and walked over to where I tossed his clothes. I fetched a combat knife from his belt holster, the same kind that I used to ruin his rifle earlier and marched back to between his legs. I grasped at his flaccid member, held it up and put the blade to it.

“Do what we say… or I will cut off your dick.” I growled, and the fright on his face was deliciously palpable. Made me wish I had the time to just keep on masturbating frankly but I had a job to do. “Me and my friend have already popped the balls of your friend over there, and I snapped a dude’s dick upstairs without a second thought. You know I’m not bluffing and I’m not squeamish… if you value your sex life, submit to my demand. NOW.”

Amazingly even now there was hesitation, though this time there wasn’t a fervent denial. Instead he was just shocked silent, as if he had no idea what was the right response anymore. I made the answer clear for him when I reared back my hand and started viciously swinging it towards the base of his cock. 

“W-W-Wait, wait, wait!!!” he cried out. I stopped the blade just short of piercing his flesh. “I… fuck. I’ll… I’ll do it...”

He was the very image of defeat, it was like his very soul had given up. I threw the knife to the side, spiking it right into the wall and grinned heartily. “See, was that so hard…?”

Kirra, Tim and myself untied the man and helped him to his feet. Tim even went so far as to draw up some tea for his throat, hoarse from screaming, to try and make sure he sounded like his usual self. My helpful little pilot proceeded to pull all the bodies together and force them into the closet, tying them up and piling them atop one another.

Reluctantly, the broken man forced his weak body over to the intercom whilst I stood in the way of the exit and Kirra stood to the side of him with a few stacks of paper, little messages I had prepared. We had him call in to a certain set of coordinates…

“H-Hello… King Magnum Verpa, are you there?” he asked. “Sorry to bother you at such an hour, but this is… this is Captain Nahal speaking.”

“Ohh, don’t fret, Captain. You know I don’t sleep much these days...” the obnoxious voice on the other side rang out with a chuckle. “I was just planning out the next monthly mud-wrestling tournament… it’s tricky figuring out a bracket where I’m in every single match.”

I imagine usually Captain Nahal might laugh right about now, or atleast be expected to by his king. But at the moment he seemed oddly humorless. Who could guess why?

Nonetheless, Nahal read from the script I had written out. “As you could probably surmise, I’m here to give you an update on our assignment. As you ordered, my unit raided Outpost 208. And we found the intruder… safe to say, um. She… will never cause trouble for you again, sir.”

“Ah, good, good. Going by the report on what she survived to even get there, she seemed oddly capable for a woman.” he smirked smugly. “Nice to know she was still just a woman at the end of the day. So, is she alive? And what condition is her body in…?”

Nahal awkwardly continued reading. “...I know you asked for us to bring her body back in pristine condition if at all possible, but I’m afraid that won’t be happening. The fight with her got, explosive… she actually came armed with C4. We turned it around on her to defeat her, but in the process… she’s in pieces. None of them, usable, for a man I’m afraid.”

“Mmm… a crying shame, that. From her voice, she sounded like such an adorable little lady, I was truly looking forward to destroying her with my penis...” he lamented. “Ah well, atleast this little dust-up has been resolved. Good work, Captain, I can call off the search parties now. Your unit may now go ahead and return to their usual posts.”

“Very good sir. And, uh, by the way...” Nahal continued as he saw the new paper handed to him. He hesitated, looking up at me with disdainful eyes. My reaction was to simply grab a tit and ready myself for another bashing. At that, he quickly read out, “...I just needed you to know that, I… I have a very small penis, sir.”

The voice on the other end went silent as Kirra and I tried our best not to let a laugh sneak through. After a moment, Verpa replied, “...Come again, Captain?”

Nahal’s head drooped sullenly as he repeated, “I have a very… small penis, sir.”

“...Uhh. Well, sorry to hear that. Always a tragedy...” he muttered. “I’ll make sure to send a dirty talking specialist your way tomorrow night. They can convince you it’s a mile long. Uh yes, with that, I bid thee good day.”

“Good day, sir...” Nahal glumly finished. 

The very split second the transmission ended, I grabbed Nahal by the back of the head and slammed him facefirst onto the table, knocking him out cold instantaneously. As he slumped to the floor, I announced, “There… that should make this a safe place again, atleast for now. By the time they figure out what really went down here, it shouldn’t matter… this whole island will be liberated by then.”

Kirra nodded, a fire in her eyes. “I believe in you, Sheena.”

I glanced out the window to see the sun finally coming up on this long night. And yet as I saw it rise, I couldn’t help but think that the sun was setting on this empire. Now that I’ve successfully defended our little outpost… I can stop playing defense.

Tomorrow, the attack on Verpa’s castle begins. 

Tomorrow, this patriarchy ends...