Warrior Of The Female Dominion - Sheena - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

My name is Sheena. Sheena Benezia. And I’m not a normal woman. For years I’ve trained my hardest, to make my body into the ultimate weapon to strike right into the heart of the global patriarchy. I work under an order that has but one goal, to liberate and protect women from the many injustices that would be forced onto them. To that end, I seem to find myself trouncing chauvinist men on a daily basis. I’ve found no shortage of them on this island.

I came here in hunt of perhaps the sickest, most heartless, most arrogant and above all sexist man I’ve ever heard of. A man who forces everyone to call him King Magnum Verpa, a man who has conquered an island and assembled an army for the sole purpose of building and maintaining a harem of women. I still don’t know the full scale of it, just how many he’s stolen from their homes and families, just how many he’s abused… but I will free every last one of them. And he will feel their pain, tenfold.

It took a fair bit of doing but I’ve managed to secure one of their outposts and make it my own, so that my civilian allies may have shelter, atleast for now. I forced the captain of a unit sent to find us to tell Verpa I’d been taken care of. With any luck, by the time they figure out this ruse, I’ll have already destroyed this so-called king and put an end to his rule.

As the sun finally rose on what felt like a lengthy night, it occured to me that my time on the defensive was over and it was time to get on the offensive.

...It also occured to me that I hadn’t slept in about 20 hours and I should probably do something about that. Sheer adrenaline kept me from realizing how tired I was but as it wore down, so did I. For my standards, found myself a bit sluggish as I turned around to survey the scene; Kirra and Tim were escorting the unconscious Captain Nahal into the closet, having bound and gagged him like the rest.

At my feet lay Borden, the bastard with the broken balls. Next to him was the taser he failed miserably at trying to stun me with. I decided to kneel down, take it up and hand it to Kirra as she turned away from the closet. She accepted it, though she gave me a puzzled look.

“Just in case anyone spots you… stungun’s a pretty classic self-defense weapon.” I explained. “The beauty of it is you can get ‘em with it anywhere and it’ll send shockwaves all through their body. When they’re stunned like that, you’re free to run away… or maybe get in a kick between the legs first. And then run away… or just have as much fun with them as you want as they should be pretty debilitated at that point. Depends on the situation, really.”

The young woman’s smile grew during my explanation. But she was taken a bit off guard by the drowsy voice that emitted from the still open closet. “Urrghhh… wh-why do I ache…?”

We turned to see the first man I took out on this island, the one whose masturbating I had interrupted. I earlier took him out with a Camel Clutch that robbed him of his oxygen, and stomped his dick into the dirt for the fun of it. But ultimately his beatdown was a bit less thorough than the others so it’s no surprise he was the first to awaken.

Understandably he was quite frightened as he realized his surroundings; he’d been shoved into a closet, rammed against many of his cohorts, his arms bound by rope and his pants still around his ankles as I didn’t care to cover his shame. He tried his best force his body out of the closet, as he yelled, “Wh-what the hell is happening?! Let me go!”

I glanced at Kirra who was biting her lower lip, her hands trembling not from fright but sheer rage as she saw this man. As one of the men originally assigned to this post, he no doubt abused her in the past or atleast certainly planned to. I did nothing to stop her as she stomped forward. With a swift kick she forced him onto his back and proceeded to pelt his body with stomps, getting out some long-held aggression on this worthless specimen. 

“ARRRGH! Stop it, you crazy bitch!” he spat, unwisely insulting his tormentor. “All you’re supposed to do is suck cock! Ngh, know your role!”

Deciding this was a good time to try out her new toy, she kneeled down and turned on her taser, promptly shoving it into the side of the man’s neck. His body quivered and twitched uncontrollably as what I can only assume was an inordinately high amount of voltage ran through his body. She kept this up for several seconds and when she stopped he seemed utterly catatonic as he lay on the floor, though his darting eyes made it clear he was still conscious.

Not satisfied, she put the taser down again, this time directly onto his bare testicles. The pain of this was evidently intense enough that even in his state he managed a shrill shriek. Somewhat disturbingly, Kirra didn’t react at all, stoic as she zapped his nuts. Pausing for a moment, she grabbed his flaccid member and pulled it out painfully. Ruthlessly, she proceeded to tase the tip of his dick, maliciously frying his manhood. Frankly, watching that… truly made me proud. 

She didn’t stop until his screams of pain went silent; the man had actually passed out from the pain. Finally turning off the stungun, she stepped back, panting heavily. 

Tim, the pilot who flew me to this island, was a bit tentative to approach her after the first mistaken kick he got. Meekly he just cried out, “Kirra…?”

Her head whipped over towards him and he simply spread his arms out for a hug. Dropping the taser, she rushed over and answered his embrace, slowly calming down. I let them have their moment, quietly walking off to one of the guest rooms to go off to bed. 

It was important I was well-rested for what I was about to do.

Really quite convenient that the day’s activities left me totally nude, as often seems to be the case; I’m much more comfortable sleeping naked as a rule. It gives me a strange peace in the night… and it’s nice knowing I can swiftly dazzle any would-be attackers with my body, giving myself time to get my wits about me and strike back. My titties have saved more life more times than you could possibly imagine.

As I sat Indian style in the middle of the bed and attempted to go into my pre-sleep deep meditation, I overheard my two allies on this island conversing in the other room.

“Really, it’s n-no trouble at all, I-I’ll sleep on the couch, it’s fine!” Tim stammered, sounding more nervous than usual.

“No, I insist! You came here to help me and you’ve been so sweet… and all I’ve done is rough you up. I couldn’t possibly send you onto the couch for the night too.” Kirra argued. “Really, it’s not that big of a deal...”

“B-But, it’s just… you and me, sh-sharing a bed…?” he stuttered. Ah, that explains it.

“Come on, it doesn’t sound that bad, does it…?” she asked and from the tone of her voice I could practically hear her coquettishly batting her eyes.

“I… I...” was all he could eek out, clearly he had no good answer to that one.

“Besides, after the time I’ve had here...” Kirra sighed, “I think it’d be a really nice change of pace to share a bed with someone I’m comfortable with.”

“Well, uh… I suppose if you put it like that...” he sheepishly began. I could feel the heat of his blushing cheeks from my bed. “Uh… I guess it’s okay.‘

“Yay~!” Kirra squealed. From the sounds of it, I believe she proceeded to forcibly pull him into the room with her, much to his surprised yelp.

Those two just kept making me smile. It served as a reminder of what I was fighting for; the lives and freedom of the innocent… even if it was to allow them to be a little less than innocent. This was my last thought before clearing my mind. As I slipped into the deep trance, one by one I slowly clenched and relaxed every muscle in my body. Per tradition I finished with my chest, forcing my tittes into a gentle bounce just before drifting off to sleep.

Another thing I’d trained my body to do was to require only a few hours of sleep to function. This seemed like a handy time to have that trait, the less time between now and my assault, the less time they had to figure out what we’ve done and send another party to Outpost 208.

Roughly three and a half hours later, my eyes popped open and I was fully rested in an instant. Swiftly I rolled out of bed and hopped to my feet, still nude. Commencing some shadow boxing, my fists flew like lightning. Throwing some high kicks, I put my flexibility through a pretty good test as my feet quite easily became level with my face.

Shooting down on all fours, I struck a yoga pose, my left arm and right leg outstretched, holding my body up with my other two limbs. After holding that for a few moments I switched sides. As I pressed my hand to the floor, I winced, feeling a sting in my palm from where I caught that bullet. Maybe that wasn’t the smartest move in hindsight… 

I managed to hold the pose anyway, and proceeded to wrap that hand up. I didn’t want it to look like I was injured, that’d just make it a target. So I wrapped my other hand to match and it simply looked like what a cage fighter might wear into battle.

I whipped my clothes back on and reapplied my facepaint. The amazon destroyer was ready for war once more. Stepping outside in the hall, quietly I pushed the door to the other room open a crack and peered inside. 

Kirra was sound asleep, and on top of poor Tim who was wide awake, looking entirely restless and as nervous as ever. Atleast from what I could see; half of his face was being smothered by Kirra’s bosom so that obscured his expression a touch. Her bare leg was also splayed atop his torso, her shin gently touching his quivering bulge… I assume this happened by accident as she tossed and turned in her sleep, placing the young man in a situation that somehow managed to be both pitiable and enviable.

I just gave him a friendly wave as I stepped back. Turning around, I wiped the smile off my face. I marched on out of the Outpost and into the lush jungle, my bare feet stepping through the morning dew. With a few deft moves, I climbed up a tree and stood atop the tallest branch. A hand to my forehead, I gazed out into the distance.

King Massive Dickhead’s arrogance was to my advantage. He made his castle so damn tall you could see it from practically anywhere on the island, the enormous penile structure thrusting relentlessly far into the sky. Hopping from treetop to treetop, I kept myself among the foliage, trying to ensure my stealth as I approached. 

Watching from overhead, it became clear the island was truly crawling with Verpa’s men and I found no shortage of outposts as well. They call ours ‘208’... did it really number in the hundreds, how many of these places they had? With a slave kept in each one…? The very possibility burned at me. This needed to end today.

Several minutes later, I had closed in on the castle, getting a closer look at the obnoxious architecture. From here I could see how… there was no other way to put it, utterly testicular the lower part of the building was. Immediately I envisioned a wrecking ball coming in and destroying the giant stone nuts that make up the castle… how desperately I longed to be that wrecking ball.

Continuing the medieval look to go along with his medieval attitude towards women, the place had a wide moat and a currently lowered drawbridge. Quite gothically, the entrance was also decorated with a couple of stone gargoyles… although unlike usual ones, for reasons I’m sure only the ‘kind’ could explain, they were fitted with enormous erect cocks.

Unsurprisingly the entrance, a large double door, was guarded, though barely so, only two of his ‘soldiers’ standing on the lowered bridge in front of it. His overconfidence was almost as thick as his overcompensation. Still… this required atleast a little bit of preparation. I looked down at the nearest troop of men on patrol, marching between the thicket. Among them I spotted an interesting weapon, a harpoon of all things… I suppose this unit was coming back from a fishing expedition. 

Staying among the shadow, I slipped down the tree I was on and skipped behind him, luckily he was at the back of the line. With a deft hand I took the harpoon right off his back and rushed away without them taking notice. Rushing once more through the foliage I leaped forward, grabbing a tree branch and letting my momentum build as I swung on it, flipping once, twice… then letting go and sailing forward.

I was taking quite a risk, but I was confident in my ability and timing. And it held true, as I managed to land right where I aimed, atop the head of one of the gargoyles. From there I had a good view of the two guards, now standing only a couple of yards below me. Taking up the harpoon, I focused intently. This needed to be swift, precise, perfect. 

After taking a deep inhale, I flung it forward like a javelin and immediately leapt off the statue. In that next second, the harpoon went through the side of the neck of one of the guards; killing him before he hit the wood of the drawbridge. Before his partner could even turn befuddled to see what had happened, I landed behind him and clasped a hand around his mouth. 

Exhale… I allowed myself a slight smile at this. The man, I’m sure, was trying his very best to wriggle out of my grasp, though you couldn’t quite tell from how little progress he was making. A downward stomp to the back of his leg made it easy to take him down. I didn’t feel I had the time for mercy here, so I simply wrenched his head back with an aggressive snap and broke his neck in a single move. 

Standing and turning around, I examined the double door. To my shock I saw that despite how low tech it looked from afar, that was merely it’s aesthetic; there was no knob or handle to speak of, only a number pad in the center. Password protected… I suppose Verpa was more cautious than I thought. Glancing down glumly at the two guards, I realized I had perhaps been a bit rash in killing them off… they likely knew the password.

As I went over this problem in my head, I felt the most unwelcome sensation of the tip of a blade prodding the nape of my neck. How did someone sneak up on me that effectively? That was a question I certainly had no time to answer.

My reflexes taking over, I whirled around and slammed my forearm into the side of the blade, parrying it away. I sprang to counter, aiming a high kick… only to stop just short of nailing my would-be attacker in the face, as soon as I looked into those familiar blue eyes.

“...Sylvia.” I murmured as I slowly lowered my foot. “When did you get here?”

Sylvia smirked proudly, brushing her lengthy blonde hair out of her face. She wore black combat boots, skintight PVC pants and a sports bra that looked to be made of matching material. Most striking to me though, was her left arm, covered almost entirely from shoulder to wrist in bandages, only a small gap at the elbow to allow easy bending.

“Oh I’ve been here for about a week now...” she responded in her sultry French accent, sheathing her sword at her hip. “Hmhmhm… you didn’t think the intel from this place just came out of the blue, did you? I was investigating a kidnapping that occured in my hometown, and traced it here where I found just how twisted this island had become.”

“Ah I see… the High Chief never mentioned you’d be here.” I explained.

“Yes, well… she did order for me to leave after I informed her of the severity. She likely assumed I did just that. Didn’t think I could handle something like this…” she remarked, narrowing her eyes at me. “So she sent for you instead, I see.”

That was a pretty clear signal of hostility that I chose not to acknowledge. “Hmph… so you’re telling me you ignored a direct order.” 

“I don’t think she realized just how difficult getting in and out of this place truly was.” she replied, flippantly checking her nails. “But the truth is, I never had any intention of leaving until this issue was dealt with.”

“Hmph… so you’ve been here for a full week, and you haven’t even put a dent in his regime yet?” I wryly smirked. “Maybe she was right about you...”

“I ran into the same roadblock you just did… I’m afraid I don’t have the password either.” she lamented. “But, in my time here, I managed to figure out a few things, including who he entrusted that information with. I… attempted to extract it myself, but...”

“...But that’s where that injury came from, I assume?” I asked, pointing towards her arm.

She gazed bitterly at her bandages. “They were so fast… I’d never seen men like them before.”

“And who is ‘they’...?” I asked, my arms folded.

“S.P.E.A.R… a mercenary unit that are apparently under King Verpa’s employ these days.” she informed. “They’re nothing like the wastes of life that make up the majority of his army, I can assure you of that.”

Sylvia wasn’t quite at my level, atleast judging by our chief’s decision making… still, she’s gone through much the same training as I have. For them to wound her and make her retreat, they must be quite the force.

She went on, “They’re the only soldiers who are able to enter the castle at will… Verpa never leaves that place. So as far as I can tell, the only way to get to him, is defeating S.P.E.A.R and forcing the password out of them.”

“Incidentally, do you think we should be discussing this right here...?” I asked, looking around. We were seriously standing on that bridge directly in front of the door.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ve handled all the perimeter guards. And this is actually the doorman’s scheduled break hour…” she matter-of-factly stated. Seeing my curious expression, she piped up, “Like I said, I’ve learned a fair bit of this place.”

“Well then. Mind telling me where S.P.E.A.R is so I can rip them asunder?” I asked her.

“Sheena… I know you’re good but don’t think for a minute you’re taking them on alone.” she warned. “But if we go in together, I think we can-”

“I work alone.” I cut her off.

“Yes… we all do, for the most part.” she sighed. “But you’re not about to keep me from going with you. I’m seeing this through… besides, I owe them one now.”

She glanced with a pained wince at her wounded arm. It was fun to give her some guff, but ultimately I knew exactly what she was going through, most warriors would… it’d be wrong to deny her a chance at payback. So I conceded, “Fine… you can back me up against them. But after that we split up again.”

“Hrm… can’t know for sure what lies in the inner depths of that castle, but fine, you can go it alone from there if you want.” Sylvia nodded. “I can focus on trying to prevent active abuse around the island while you take down the king.”

Coming to an agreement, she led me away from the castle and through the thicket. As we marched through the foliage, I whispered to her, “So are they held up in another outpost, or does S.P.E.A.R get something a bit more complicated than that?”

“Actually… they get nothing.” was her quiet response. I was a little puzzled at that but I assumed that meant the locale didn’t present it’s own problems, which was good enough for me. The two of us continued on until suddenly she stopped me, an extended arm halting my stride. 

Sylvia looked most intense as she grumbled, “Here we are.”

That took me by surprise. There was a small clearing before us but nothing else, a relatively diminutive gap among the sprawling trees. From the shadows, came three figures, resting atop the mighty branches. Camouflaged nicely against the lush jungle, I can only describe them as a group of ninjas clad in dark green bodysuits and masks that opened only for their eyes. And you’ll never believe this, but they all carried spears.

“Wow, just three?” I spoke up. “I’m surprised at you Sylvia, I thought for sure it’d take atleast six men to beat you...”

She wasn’t in the mood for my jabs, staring intently at these adversaries. One front flipped to a lower branch and called out to her, “Ah, so you’ve returned for another round… I knew you were still somewhere on this island. And you brought a friend! Another fine specimen too… this should be fun.”

“Too bad there’s not a third...” one of the others commented. “We don’t like to share like Verpa’s men do. Gonna have to draw straws to see who gets left without a plaything after this...”

The third man said nothing, and didn’t make a move. He was my favorite.

I took up a fighting stance and challenged their masculinity. “Do you men truly need to gang up on us poor little ladies…? Surely you can win in a one-on-one fight just fine, unless… perhaps those spears are a substitute for something?”

“Oh honey don’t worry, we have no intention of attacking you at once. No need for us all to waste our energy...” the one who first called out to us answered, leaping gracefully to the ground. “If you’re looking for some personal time with me, I’m happy to oblige, sweetheart.”

I smirked. “Sorry to say, I’m not quite as sweet as I look...”

Taking the initiative, I skipped forward and aimed a kick straight at his face, hoping to get an instant KO on their apparent leader as a message to the other two. But this wasn’t going to be quite that easy as he dashed backwards. Going for a swift counterattack, he stabbed forward, looking to impale me with the spear. 

I rushed to the right and avoided it, but he seemed to anticipate that as he twirled his weapon at a surprising speed and whacked me right in the back with the lengthy wooden handle. I gasped in pain, not expecting that one; it actually staggered me a bit. He tried to capitalize on this with another thrust of the point of the spear, but I still managed to duck it… only for him to aim a punt kick right at my face, his foot rushing in before I could even try another move. Rolling backwards, I barely avoided this attack and hopped to my feet.

We stood, eye-to--eye. I tried not to look impressed, but I was… it’s rare to find a man who can fight on quite that level. If they were all like that, I suppose I can’t fault Sylvia for losing. But that’s not going to happen to me, especially when we’re together.

Letting him make the next move, I just watched on as we circled around for a bit. He was trying to test my patience on this one… but eventually his own ran out and he rushed in. Insistent on getting me with his spear, he stabbed furiously towards me once more and I twirled out of the way of it, launching an uppercut towards his stomach.

He backed away enough to avoid too much damage but the shot grazed him enough to give him pause. I wrapped my arm around his neck, doubling him over and trying for a knee to his groin, a classic krav maga technique. With his free hand, he caught my rising kneecap, and countered by swinging his spear handle towards my ankle, hitting with enough force to my planted leg out from under me.

I was tripped right to the ground, my eyes wide, not with fear but shock at how well he was doing. He tried for the killing blow, attempting to drive the point of his spear right into my heart. My reflexes were good enough for me to catch it, both hands gripping onto the wood, holding it just inches from my chest. The spear shook in my hands as this became a battle of strength. 

From that position, I was at quite a disadvantage in such a thing, so I went for an upkick, my shin smacking his hips. This put him off-balance enough that I was able to shove the spear away, roll to the side and stand back up.

“You’re pretty good.” I had to admit. “Maybe there’s a shred of manhood on this island after all.”

“Oh there’s plenty of manhood in front of you, doll...” was his smug reply. “I’d be happy to show it to you.”

“Easy killer… masculinity has a funny way of disappearing when I’m around.” was my smug reply.

He resumed his tactic of trying to stab me with a flurry of swift jabs from his spear, though this time it looked more like he was trying to find an opening moreso than a sudden killing blow. I did my best to keep from creating any as I backed away, juking and jiving out of the way of the blur of wood and iron. Amusingly I noticed Sylvia, who was standing a few feet behind me, casually step out of my way as I retreated.

Eventually he went for a high stab aimed right at my face, which is what I was waiting for. I ducked under this and again aimed at his crotch, attempting the classic package punch. Sadly he swung his hips backwards and just managed to avoid this… but this did manage to steal enough focus that he forgot to pull back his weapon. His arms were still extended, the spear jut out in front of him. With an uppercut from my position I managed to strike the handle with enough force to knock it out of his hands and send it flying.

Standing up and retaking a fighting stance, I aimed a karate chop at the side of his neck. He caught me at the wrist and fired a punch aimed between my eyes. I caught this, and now each of our hands’ were occupied. So I swung my leg forward, trying for a snap kick at his stomach, but he put a stop to this, putting his knee up against mine to halt it. 

For a split second we stood like this, studying the situation. I figured out the opening first, maneuvering my leg towards his planted leg, curling it around his shin and pushing him forward with my arms, tripping him to the ground and mounting him. Just as we hit the grass, so too did the spear, stabbing into the turf.

From here I didn’t struggle much taking control of his hands and slamming them to the ground, smirking confidently as I stared down at him. “Now then, hotshot, do you know how to get out of this little predicament?”

“Hrm, doesn’t seem like a bad predicament to be in...” he chuckled.

Where most would be struggling and trying to shove me off purely with their upper body, he kept his cool and instead bent his legs at the knees, pushing with his feet to get his lower body off the ground. Expertly he used his own body as a lever of sorts, and as his lower body sunk back down to the ground he managed to force his back off the grass. After this move, we both found ourselves in a sitting position, he on the ground and I… in his lap.

As our hands were still clasped together, we began straining against each other in a test of strength, though from here it was hard to put my full might behind it and neither of us moved too much. He seemed to be having fun though, I could feel the bulge of his cock growing as it pressed right into the center of my barely covered ass.

“Heheh, this seems like a natural position for you, cutie...” he growled.

“Hm… I don’t disagree...” I mused with a sly grin.

With a simple clench of my glutes, I squeezed my large round asscheeks against his dick, earning a surprised yelp from him. Fortunately for him I didn’t quite have direct enough access to truly ensnare and crush his penis but this was quite uncomfortable for him nonetheless.

However as I was snickering at his situation he caught me with a bit of a surprise as well, a headbutt slamming right into my forehead. This took me to the ground, our hands finally separating, and now he was trying to mount me instead. I rolled onto my side just before he managed this, he ended up straddling my hip. 

With another half-roll I laid for a moment on my front, pushing off with with all four limbs, managing to shove him off of me. However he managed to maintain his balance, standing upright above me. Glancing towards the embedded spear, I decided to combat roll towards it and reached for the wooden handle. But he did the same and I found we ended up holding it at the exact same time. 

Our eyes met and we stared each other down. We shoved the weapon out from the ground and the two of us tried to pull it towards us, in a tug of war. During my third yank I pushed my foot into his gut and rolled backwards on the ground, judo flipping him over my head. From this I successfully ripped the spear from his hands and completed the rotation, landing on my feet over him. With a mighty downward thrust I tried to stab him right through the chest.

Showing impressive reflexes, he swung his forearm into the oncoming weapon, the metal gauntlet on his arm coming in handy as he hit it out of the way, giving him enough room to scramble to his feet. 

“Tell me sweetheart… how much experience do you have with spears?” he asked.

I didn’t have any reason to answer that, but I went ahead and told him the truth. “It’s my first time holding one.”

He rushed forward, aiming a palm strike to my nose. I caught his wrist with my free hand, turning to the side, keeping the weapon away from him. Trying for a counter, I aimed a high kick at his face. He caught my ankle, but at this I just smiled, as I’d hoped for this. With a twirl, I sent the solid wooden handle thrusting up… right between his legs, smashing into his groin. 

The ninja outright screamed in pain at this, releasing me and slowly staggering backwards, his hands instinctively cradling his testicles. Capitalizing quickly, I nailed him in the face with a jump kick, my foot blasting him in the mouth and causing him to fall right onto his ass.

Smiling widely, I twirled the spear purely for a little flourish as I slammed the handle against the ground. “...I have been trained to fight with a cane though. That comes in handy.“

Growling, he pointed at me and barked, “Get her!”

This put an end to the 1-on-1 stage of the fight, as the other two S.P.E.A.R members swooped in to the ground and swarmed on me. One was a bit short but stunningly fast, the other quite large and I imagine their powerhouse.

Speedy unleashed a flurry of palm strikes my way and it was a real task dodging them all. As he slowly backed me up, it took all of my focus to keep from being pelted from his lightning quick blows. So much focus in fact, I didn’t notice the bigger man sneaking behind me… the small one’s attacks sent me right into his arms as he squeezed me in a not so loving bear hug, picking me up a foot off the ground and making me drop the spear in the process.

Now he was threatening to crush my ribs. And before I could start maneuvering out of this, the small one rushed up to me and pelted me with punches, blasting me over and over in the face. I’d definitely been hit harder before but rarely had I been hit that many times in such a short span. Once his combo of blows finished, the large man slammed me to the ground and kept me pinned. The short man backflipped to gain some distance and place myself in front of me. He took his spear out of it’s sheath. I was prone and he looked like he was preparing a killing blow…

Turning to Sylvia, I called out, “Ugh, this might be a good time for that backup!”

She chuckled, seemingly taking this admission as it’s own victory… nonetheless she rushed in, and as the small one was preoccupied steadying his spear on me, she caught him with a dropkick, her combat boots slamming into his face and gut, sending him rolling on the ground.

Apparently not as confident in his skills with a spear as his leader he resheathed it and went hand-to-hand with my fellow warrior of the Female Dominion instead. The two began trading blows in a blur of hands and feet, neither managing to do much damage to the other. 

This let me focus on the big man who lifted me off the ground, again hugging me by the waist, just trying to crush me with his powerful arms. However now that I actually had a moment to plan my counter, it was surprisingly easy. I jerked a few times to either side, not really trying to escape but instead to force him off-balance. 

He spread his legs to keep his feet firmly on the ground. At that very moment, I swung both of my legs forward, bent them at the knee and like a pendulum, brought them backwards at a fierce velocity. My double back kick landed true, each of my heels crashing simultaneously into his balls, one foot for each nut. I always found busting a ball or two was a solid equalizer against a much bigger opponent…

It worked this time as well as he loosened his grip considerably and doubled over with a loud grunt of pain. I had enough room to spin around, staying in his arms but facing him now. From here I grabbed onto the front of his shirt and actually climbed up his body until I was standing on his shoulders. Confusedly he looked up at me, getting a free glance up between my legs where my loincloth didn’t quuuite meet in the middle… ah well.

Leaping up into the air from here, I came down with a double footstomp that caught him flush in the face. This was enough force to take him down to the ground and, with my honed balance, I managed to stay upright the whole time, standing on his face.

I had a bit of fun doing a little dance on his head, until eventually he grabbed at my ankles and tried to trip me. Performing a little frontflip I landed on my feet just a few inches from his head. As I did this out of the corner of my eye I checked on how Sylvia’s fight was going. Just in time to see the both of them going for high kicks at the same time. 

With a small backwards whip of her head, she managed to barely avoid his oncoming foot. The little ninja tried to do the same but couldn’t quite achieve it, taking a smack to the face from her boot. What made the difference here was simple, Sylvia’s legs were quite a bit longer than his so her reach advantage let her come out victorious on that exchange.

The man stumbled back and she smirked at him, “Looks like you came up short, darling… though I suppose you must be used to that.”

“Hmph… you’re the one who drew the short straw last time in case you forgot.” he reminded her. “How’s that arm doing, by the way?”

That took her smile away in a hurry. I wondered if perhaps he was the one who caused the injury… this thought was interrupted when I heard a small rustle and saw that the leader of the group had retrieved his spear from where I dropped it. Dodge rolling backwards, he swiftly flung it my way. I at first prepared to avoid it but I was able to see from it’s trajectory it wasn’t about to hit me anyway. 

Instead I kept watch on my allies’ situation… only to feel something quite distinct, and most familiar: my top falling off. Turns out the man wasn’t aiming for me, instead he used his spear to tear through the leather bra I’d assembled and it simply slipping right off of my body. 

Evidently this was a group thing because as Sylvia went for a punch, the short one ducked under it and in fell move unsheathed his spear and poked it right underneath the fabric of her PVC bra. In his next move he tore it apart, ripping it right off her frame. She screamed, shocked at this tactic. Her large supple breasts jiggled free for just a moment before she grabbed them, covering them as best she could with one hand as she kept her other out guarding her face.

“Fuck! You think that’s funny, you filthy pig?!” she shouted. 

“Heh, what’s the matter? They’re lovely, lady… you oughta let ‘em loose.” he purred before darting in and aiming a sweeping kick to her hip. With her free hand she caught it, but this left her open to a palm strike that smashed her pretty face and sent her staggering backwards.

I rolled my eyes at this… Sylvia’s issues with fighting in the nude were well known, and a rarity in our corps. We were all taught to be able to fight under any condition, and above all else have full comfort in her own skin at all times. 

Behind me, the larger ninja stood up. It was seemingly difficult for him to pick himself off the ground, heavy as he was. I turned to face him as he outstretched his arms, as though he were daring me to match him and expose myself. 

I chuckled at this. “You think I share her hesitation…?” 

Immediately I reached my arms out and locked my hands with his, proudly and openly displaying my womanly chest for all the world to see. He tried to shove me down to the ground and showed some impressive power, succeeding in pushing me back a fair bit. But I stayed calm and went through my routine, gradually tensing every muscle in my body. Before my back touched the grass I began to put my untapped strength on display, pushing back until we were even.

And now that we were even… I was the one at an advantage.

Planting my feet beneath me, I pushed with my legs as well as my arms, forcing him steadily backwards. His enormous, mighty arms trembled against my power. He continued not saying anything but his eyes were as wide as could be, clearly shocked and frightened at the sight in front of him. The sight of me, a woman, proud, topless and rippling with feminine might that slowly but surely overwhelmed his own strength. Within a few seconds, I had bent him over backwards and pinned his shoulders to the grass.

Leering down at him, I grinned malevolently, leaning down and whispering into his ear. “How does it feel to be dominated by the opposite sex...? I ask because I wouldn’t know… hmhm… how does it feel big man, to face a woman so much stronger than you?”

He just groaned and strained, putting everything he had in trying to take me off of him and failing wholeheartedly. I had him under control so well that I glanced over at my compatriot’s battle as I had the big brute held down. 

Her plight continued, as the beautiful blonde’s reluctance to show her goods to the enemy kept her from fighting at her full potential. She couldn’t even really attack, just backing away as her foe continued his onslaught. The man called out, “Come on honey, stop being stubborn, let me see them! I think I deserve a show...”

“You deserve to be castrated!” she truthfully replied, cutting words being the most damage she could muster at the moment.

The short one took out his spear once more, and in response Sylvia unsheathed her sword, getting her blade up just in time to intercept his oncoming stab. But as this occupied the already distracted warrioresses’ free arm, he found an opening, leaping up into a dropkick, his feet blasting her wounded limb. 

Not only did this clearly hurt but the force temporarily dislodged her hand from her bountiful bosom. She spun and fell on all fours as her next method of trying to keep them hidden. Doing her best to defend herself, she aimed mule kicks towards her attacker but with his speed they were easy enough to avoid.

Annoyed, as I continued pushing against my heavyweight opponent, I called out to her, “Sylvia! You have to get over this or it may cost you your life… who cares if he sees them? He’s going to be dead before he gets the chance to brag about it or pleasure himself to it!”

She didn’t respond and it was hard to tell if that meant anything to her as she kept trying and failing to kick her adversary. He seemed to be getting agitated, raising his spear up and thrusting it down, threatening to stab right through her back. With a shriek she just rolled out of the way, fumbling with her boobs all-the-while, doing a poor job of covering them in that exchange… she shot to her feet and faced him for a moment.

“...Screw it.” she sighed, apparently taking that as a sign that I was right as she spread her arms in her regular fighting stance, her sword at the ready. 

“O-Oh…” he murmured. “Damn… I thought, I thought they liked nice when they were covered but good God. I’ve never seen a pair like that before.”

Hmph… that’s just because he hasn’t looked over here yet. Still, amazing how quickly he seemed to drop his guard as he stared intently at her generous breasts. They jiggled and swayed with her every movement as she darted in and tried for a killing blow of her own. This forced him to refocus in a hurry, just barely managing to parry her strike with his spear.

They traded jabs with their weapons for a time, steel clashing with iron time and again. While neither did any damage, the advantage seemed to shift as while Sylvia was now laser-focused on victory, her opponent could not seem to stop gaping at her girls. 

Eventually this cost him when she forced his spear out of the way and struck with a sideswipe. He was lucky to be so swift, as even with his lightning quick reflexes, he still got caught by her blade, ripping through his clothes and giving him a fresh wound on his abdomen.

“Arrggh! Damn you…” he grumbled. But even as he held his bleeding new orifice, his eyes swiftly wandered right back to her chest. He was utterly smitten with those lovely French tatas.

I heard a particularly loud grunt from my own opponent that got my attention back on him. “Oh, so sorry big guy… I actually kind of forgot I was holding you down for a moment.” I purred. “That’s gotta be pretty insulting… I’m so rude. Here, I’ll focus on you from now on...”

Punctuating that statement, I released his hands and performed a short hop forward, sending both of my knees dropping into his chest and landing solidly. As he wheezed I stepped to the side of him, yawning as he took his sweet time getting his bearings and coming back up to his feet. I really expected more from the powerhouse of this big scary group.

“Come onnn, I’m sure you’ve got a lot more in the tank… give me your worst.” I chided, gesturing for him to bring it on. 

Clearly frustrated, he simply whipped out his spear and started jabbing it at me. But his attempts were so slow they never even threatened to touch me, clearly this wasn’t his strong suit. After showing off my flexibility, bending over backwards a bit to duck under one, I saw a fun way to put a stop to this. As I rose back up, I ensured that the wooden pole was hugged betwixt my tits. He tried to pull it back, but was unable to, as I clenched my chest and kept it in place.

His eyes went wide once again as he pulled back with all his might, trying over and over again to yank it away but failing miserably. I can only imagine the thoughts going through his head as he was in a game of tug-a-war with my breasts… and losing.

Casual as could be, I ran my fingers through my hair as I laughed at him, “Haha, damn, it looks like even my boobs are stronger than you.”

The hulking man, who I liked to think was blushing with shame under that mask, tried to jerk his weapon every which way but couldn’t loosen my bosom’s grasp. After having some fun with this image, I began walking forward, using my tits to force his weapon back towards him. Angling it downwards, I pushed the bottom of his spear into his crotch. He winced in discomfort but it didn’t hurt too much… as long as he walked backwards to relieve the pressure.

We must’ve looked quite the comical sight as using only my breasts I pushed the flat side of the wood further into his nuts and backed him up until he came up against a tree, pinning him to it by the balls. Looking down at the spear, I remarked, “Rather a phallic weapon, isn’t it? Heh… seems appropriate in that spot. You’d love to stick your dick between these, wouldn’t you? Mmm, but I think this demonstration of what that’d be like will have to do for now...”

Now that I made absolute certain he was making the comparison, I tightened my squeeze, so much so that the wooden pole snapped into three pieces. The iron tip fell to my feet, as did the piece I held in my chest before letting it go. The greater part of the handle was in the big man’s hands, still jutting out euphemistically from his groin, now shattered and useless thanks to my womanly assets. 

This was perhaps a bit trite after I literally snapped a man’s cock with my tits yesterday, but hey, I enjoy a little symbolism. And they were certainly taking out a more solid object this time around so it proved the point even further as far as I was concerned.

His pupils had dilated from fear. Still cradling his ruined weapon between his legs, the enormous bruiser of a man fell to his knees and said to me the first words I’d ever heard from him. “...Spare me.”

With a chuckle I answered, “I’ll think about it...”

Slowly leaning over, I twisted my torso to the side and then gave a violent jerk of my shoulders that sent my tits careening solidly into the side of his head. In that next second the wood fell from his fingers, as he was out cold.

Glancing over at Sylvia, I saw she had continued easily controlling her speed demon friend. After a few more clashes, she managed to strike at his spear with her blade with enough force that it was sent flying from his hand. Positioning the point of her sword to his throat, she forced him to stand perfectly still, raising his hands in surrender. His impending death was finally enough to get him to rip his eyes from her breasts to instead see her triumphant smile.

Now he was hers to toy with. In a swift single motion, she thrust her blade down between his legs and swiped in a circular motion, earning a shrill scream of terror. But to his shock this caused him no pain… it only let him feel a breeze as the crotch of his pants fell to the grass, exposing his manhood for the world to see.

She took no time to begin pointing and laughing at his pecker. It wasn’t as short as I imagined it’d be, but it was really, really thin, even now as it was fully erect after dealing with her jiggling titties for the last few minutes. It looked like any woman could probably snap that dick between her fingers, even if she weren’t a trained warrioress.

With a wimpy little yelp he covered his shame with both hands. Sylvia continued snickering as she sheathed her sword and blasted him in the face with an uppercut, sending him staggering. She put her dukes up, hopping from side to side like a boxer, clearly eager to have a little fun with him as her breasts swayed to and fro. 

Seething mad, the man put up his own fists in a fighting stance and attempted a countershot. As she bobbed and weaved out of the way, her glance immediately went back to his genitals and her giggling resumed. This was clearly dealing serious damage to his ego, as despite his better judgment, he kept a hand on his softening member as he fought.

The tables had certainly turned as not only were Sylvia’s breasts only a distraction for her opponent now, but his own insecurity towards his body was costing him in the same way it cost her mere moments ago. Now she was fighting like the proud, powerful, beautiful woman she was, her fists smashing liberally into his face and gut, sweeping kicks stinging his legs and ribs. And yet, so deep was his shame for his laughable member that he refused to take his hand off of it, no matter how much she laid into him. 

He made a feeble attempt to keep fighting, swinging a punch towards her pretty face. She caught his arm, gripping it tightly with both hands. She yanked it down to meet her rising knee, brutally snapping it backwards. His scream echoed throughout the forest, as his arm fell uselessly limp to his side and he tried to retreat, backing away in terror. 

As he walked beneath a tree branch, Sylvia darted forward, leapt up to grab hold of it, and swung like an acrobat, the bottoms of her combat boots blasting into the man’s chest and sending him flying backwards, the only thing keeping him from falling being the tree he ended up ramming backfirst against. Meanwhile the French femdom phenom completed her rotation, getting enough momentum to soar towards him after letting go, gaining plenty of speed and quite a bit of height as well.

She plotted this out perfectly, landing crotch-first right on his face and slamming him solidly against the tree. Wrapping her long, skintight leather-clad legs around the tree, she grinded his head furiously into her crotch, literally rubbing it in that a woman was doing this to him. After a few moments of this she loosened her leglock on the tree trunk and the man fell to his knees beneath her. Glaring down at him she declared, “I do believe you just lost to my very womanhood, darling...”

Athletically she hopped off the tree, landing with a spring on the ground, her breasts bouncing powerfully. The man looked up at her meek as could be, both hands clutching his much maligned manhood. “H-have mercy… I’m so sorry f-for what I’ve done...”

“Hmph… I happen to know S.P.E.A.R’s main job on this island is finding and… ‘dealing’ with those women who would try to escape.” she revealed. “I’m far from the first woman you’ve hurt and humiliated… isn’t that right?”

He didn’t answer. Obviously nothing he could say would make this better. She reached down and grabbed him by the collar and slowly pulled him up to where he was eye-level with her, which was a feat as she was atleast a foot taller than he. 

Obviously crying under that mask now, he begged, “P-Please, no… I don’t… I don’t want to d-”

She cut him off, in more ways than one. In one swift motion she unsheathed her sword and mercilessly stabbed it right through his abdomen. The man was gasping in utter shock, both in the mental and physical sense I’m sure. He clutched at the blade with both hands, stuck in almost to the hilt, but he couldn’t even muster up enough energy to attempt pulling it out.

Their faces were close enough for him to feel her breath on his face as she coldly whispered, “...C’est la vie, needledick.”

Though the man was already clearly dying, even then she added a bit more misery, punctuating her statement with a crushing knee to his bare, finally uncovered balls. He coughed up some blood as she kept her solid kneecap firmly in his groin, grinding it vigorously in his nuts until his wheezing finally ceased.

The thought that he died with a woman’s knee in his balls… and that the very last thing he ever heard was an insult directed at his penis… it truly warms this cold, cold heart of mine.

As she pulled her sword from the skinny cocked corpse, I walked up to her and put a hand to her shoulder. “See how things work out when you just… let loose? For lack of a better term...”

Sheathing her blade, she blew the hair out of her eyes and replied, “I still don’t think they deserve to see them… but if anything it only serves as further motivation to make it the last thing they ever see.”

“That’s the spirit!” I commended her. “Now, just one last asshole to destroy…”

I looked back to where I last saw their leader… but there was no one there. Scanning around, I saw hide nor hair of him. “Damn… I thought it was strange he wasn’t jumping into the fray when his men started dropping. The coward fled.”

“Well, it’s fine. You left one alive and we’re free to interrogate him however we wish.” Sylvia pointed out. 

I nodded to this and we turned to look at the man in question. But we were both stunned at what we saw. Though he was lying right where I left him, the man had been stabbed through the throat with the broken tip of his own spear. And just then a voice rang through the foliage…

“You will interrogate no one… you haven’t beaten me...” it spoke in a deranged, warbled whisper. The two of us stood our guard, keeping on the lookout as I tried to listen for the voice’s source. But tracing it was impossible, it seemed to be coming from everywhere as it went on, “You will not escape with your lives… you can’t beat me in the shadows...”

It was this at point I realized that the ninja costume wasn’t just a costume, atleast not for the leader of the group. The man was clearly right near us but even as he spoke neither of us could figure out where the hell he was. This wasn’t something I’d ever had to deal with in the field, and I’m certain that held true for my ally as well...

The trees shook as a silhouette appeared and disappeared, his dark figure darting between them. But just as we focused on this, we heard this happening behind us… as we scanned around the clearing at the brush that surrounded us, it looked as though there were a dozen of them dashing through the branches around us. How he pulled that illusion off, I’m still not sure.

As this was going on near the treetops, from the base something popped out and rolled at our feet. I looked down to see a canister, just before it started to spray out smoke. Sylvia and I attempted to cover our noses and mouths, but it was too late, the strange gas was already taking effect… fortunately it didn’t seem toxic. Unfortunately what it instead did was warp my perception.

I knew it was a false image but I saw it vividly nonetheless, as the bright blue sky above me went dark and the surrounding trees seemed to curve down towards us. Behind me I heard Sylvia breathing heavy. I turned to see her eyes widening, her womanly chest heaving.

“Stay calm. It’s all a trick...” I explained, ignoring the nervous bead of sweat going down my own forehead. “Don’t let him disorient you or rob you of your senses.”

She was trying her best to stay focused but it was easier said than done when every branch in our line of sight seemed to be reaching out towards us, as though nature itself was determined to pull us into it’s abyss. The darting silhouettes seemed to multiple by the hundreds, leaving not even an obscure chance of figuring out where he truly was. 

Then suddenly… they ceased. 

We tried to brace for what came next, but it was for naught. When he rushed from the foliage, it appeared as though thirty men were closing in at once from all sides. 

Sylvia and I attempted to throw kicks, as wide and sweeping as possible, but they went right through them as though we were attacking mere phantoms. A shadowy fist slammed into my face, a palm strike met my stomach, each with shocking force. My eyes were becoming misty from the gas, I almost couldn’t see the attack on Sylvia. A rising knee to the abdomen doubled her over, followed up by a karate chop to the neck that put her on the ground.

No sooner than they appeared, the dark silhouettes drifted back into the brush, leaving us both stunned. This… wasn’t good. 

The world around us only became more nightmarish as mocking faces appeared within the ever-contorting foliage, and a hellish sound began to consume me. It as though wild laughter and horrified howling were fused together so deeply as to be indistinguishable from one another. Even my ally began to appear like an oily distortion of herself, as I no doubt appeared the same to her.

Once more they came, from treetops, from the bushes, some even seemed to sprout from the ground itself, the dark facsimiles of the human form rushing at us from all sides. I hopped into the air and performed a spinning splits kick, trying to ensure anyone approaching me would get nailed, but I made no solid contact. 

Sylvia had a similar idea, struggling to her feet in time to whip out her sword and aggressively twirl around with it extended, hoping to atleast find our assailant with it if not deal some serious damage to him. But no dice.

The very moment I landed from my attempted attack, I felt him close in from behind me. He dove down in a tackle of sorts, blasting my shin, clipping my legs out from under me and cutting me down to the ground. A legsweep forced Sylvia to join me in the grass. He followed up with a violent stomp to her already injured arm; her wail sounded demonic in this atmosphere.

As the oily specters faded back into the trees, I picked myself up off the ground. At a glance I could tell Sylvia was in too much pain and too delirious to continue at the moment. This fell on me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. 

My vision would only deceive me, I had to lose it. Even my hearing did nothing but distract, so I had to block it out. I focused only on what I felt… if the toxin could make me physically feel something that wasn’t there, that stage would’ve kicked in by now.

Once I was deep enough in my meditation, the cacophony of gruesome noises slowly ceased. The only thing I noticed were the most minute brushes of the grass beneath my feet, the gentle breeze blowing through my hair... and finally, the nigh imperceptible vibrations in the ground that pulsed with every footstep.

Taking another breath, I turned to my right, went down on one knee and with all my might unleashed an uppercut. Finally I hit something… something soft, familiar. Something very satisfying to punch. I smiled and opened my eyes to see I had blasted the shadow of a man right in the groin, as he was keeled over. His high wail only sounded more horrified in this state. 

He tried to maneuver away, but now that my hand had found his nuts, there was no escape. I swiftly transitioned into a grab, taking his balls in my hand with a tight grip. 

“Heh… can’t run anymore...” I weakly murmured. “Atleast not if you… plan to… take your nuts with you…”

That gas still had quite the effect on me. This became more clear when I tried a follow-up, reaching for his throat, only to realize I had no feeling in that arm and couldn’t move it. Despite my best efforts it was still getting to me, so much so that my body was slowly becoming paralyzed. 

Not giving up I squeezed his nuts as tightly as I could manage in this state trying to put him past his pain threshold, but he was toughing it out. With great effort, he pulled out his spear, which at the moment looked more like the devil’s pitchfork. He struggled to raise it up and get it into position but eventually it was ready to thrust down onto me. 

An attempt to run would have to involve letting go of his nads, and if I did that, he’d assuredly get away. I’ve already made it clear toying with me even now was a poor idea so if I let him try again he’d almost certainly kill us both… my only option was to hold on as tight as I could and hope crushing his nuts would rob him of his strength.

But despite my best efforts his balls didn’t rupture and he didn’t stop his attack. I could only watch as it plunged down towards me…

A loud noise, indescribable in that state, rang out.

It was the sound of Sylvia’s sword, having been thrown with all her might, slicing through the spear. 

As it fell at my feet, he turned to look at her as she staggered forward, her supple body also clearly reeling from the continued exposure to whatever the hell he’d been spraying us with. With all the energy she could muster, she leaped up into the air, twisted around and landed assfirst onto his head, slamming her tightly packed cheeks into his face.

The force and weight of this sent his body towards the ground, but his descent stopped thanks to my persisting grip on his genitals. He was a bad way to say the least, his upper body trying to fall but being held up by his nuts, effectively putting not only his weight on his testes but a warrioresses’ as well. 

As his otherworldy scream was muffled by Sylvia’s naturally otherworldly backside, I scanned around and saw the canister. Reaching over with my foot, I managed to tap it enough to pull it closer towards me and promptly stomped down onto the top of it, compressing it enough to cut off the flow of gas.

I made eye contact with my ally. It was hard to tell but I believe she nodded and smiled at me; I think we came to a silent agreement to hold our position for the moment. For a minute or two the man suffered, struggling to keep himself upright enough to prevent his nuts from being torn right off his body. All the while, my compatriot’s lovely supple ass pressed deeply into his face as she wiggled it triumphantly. 

Eventually the darkness in the sky cleared up, the noises ceased and the distortion around us gradually relented. I’d never been happier to see Sylvia’s smiling face. With this, I finally released the man’s balls, letting him fall to the ground with my ally still firmly perched on his head.

“Well… I certainly will not be forgetting this fight.” she sighed, woozily standing up from his face. 

I shook my arm, slowly regaining use of it. Glancing down, the man was of course grasping his injured crotch, his nuts having been forced to their limit… or so he likely thought. 

A villainous grin spread on my face. Now the torture would begin.

Stepping forward, I stomped heavily onto the man’s chest as I glared at him, my bare foot keeping him pinned down. Sylvia followed suit, stomping onto his hands and ensuring a measure of pressure remained on his balls. I spoke down to him, “I think it’s fair to say you’ve been defeated. And I also think you know what we came here for. We need a password to get inside Verpa’s castle… and my friend here says you have it.”

“Judging by you killing your own man to ensure his silence, I imagine keeping King Verpa’s little secret is important to you, non?” Sylvia noted. “I’d like to think you wouldn’t go to such measures just to make sure you got paid… it’s more the desperate act of someone who’s deathly afraid. Afraid of what they’ll do to you if you betray them… am I on the mark, darling?”

He didn’t say a word, of course. I growled, “Whatever you think they’ll put you through as punishment, trust me, we can top it. We’re specifically trained to not just hurt a man, but break him. His body, his mind, his spirit. When a warrior of our order is around, masculinity dies. Do you understand…?”

“Don’t… waste your energy...” he mumbled. “I’m not going… to tell you anything.”

“Ahh, I’m so glad to hear you say that.” I chirped. “You’re easily one of the most powerful, dangerous, chauvinistic assholes I’ve ever had to fight. You have no idea how disappointed I’d have been if I didn’t get the chance to ruin you.”

I heard my ally laugh. “Ah… you’re alright, Sheena.”

After delivering an extra stomp for good measure, the two of us stepped off of him and dragged him to his feet. I spoke up, “Obviously we need to keep him restrained, but after those last two I’m getting a little bored of pinning dudes against trees...”

“Ah don’t worry, I think I’ve got an idea about that.” Sylvia smirked. 

While I held our victim-to-be in place, she stepped over and picked up her sword. In a needlessly flashy move she combat rolled into position, and jutted her blade in and out all across his body. If she wanted to, she could’ve cut him to pieces in that moment. Instead the only result of this was his entire outfit falling in tatters from his body. Even his mask split in two and drifted to the ground, showing off his stunned face. 

The beautiful blond sheathed her sword and then reached down for one of the longer strands of fabric she’d just strategically created. She wrapped it around one of his wrists, tying the other side to a tree. Following her lead, I did the same with his opposite wrist and we proceeded to bound his ankles in the same way. We were thorough, tying tightly and doing so in multiple layers of fabric, just to make sure he wouldn’t break his constraints. He was now forced to stand, spread eagle before us, entirely naked. 

“Now then. Just to show that I’m merciful, I’m going to give you one last chance.” I informed him, staring intensely into his eyes. “Tell us the password now, and we won’t have to-”

Cutting myself off, I went down to one knee and blasted with another uppercut to his bare dangling nuts, identical to my first. Any strike is better when they don’t see it coming and the look on his face after this little surprise made it clear that this was no exception, the pain and shock was clearly immense. 

I finished, “...Oh sorry, times up~”

Sylvia followed up with a lengthy series of uppercuts to the man’s stomach, alternating fists at a rapid pace, her breasts shifting and bouncing madly all the while. As she did this I snuck behind him. I watched her jabs fly solidly into his face, blackening both eyes in the process. Immediately after she finished this, I launched a front stomp-style kick, the bottom of my foot blasting into the small of his back. 

As I reared back for another, Sylvia timed a kick of her own along with me. My bare foot smashed his back at the same time her boot slammed into his stomach. The man was sandwiched between the attacks of two deadly beauties and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

We repeated this, simultaneously our feet crushing him from opposite sides. He groaned miserably in pain. My compatriot spoke up as this continued, “Do feel free to tell us whenever you’re ready to stop having your ass beaten by gorgeous women.”

He sustained his silence, beyond his exclamations of pain. That meant our torture still wasn’t at the height of what he was fearing. I began to wish I’d brought Kirra with me, she could’ve roasted his nuts with that taser. I’ve a feeling that would’ve changed his tune in a hurry.

Sylvia and I swapped sides, her now behind him, I in front. I began slapping him across the face, first getting him with my palm and then backhanding him on the way back, and continuing in this pattern, giving him a vigorous bitchslapping that he’d never forget. Meanwhile my partner leaned down and commenced smacking his ass, giving him a wicked spanking. 

His face was reddening, both from my slaps and from the shame, it was clear this humiliating experience was taking it’s toll. But you can always sink lower, and that he did after I grabbed him by the nipples and proceeded to twist them. His whine of pain was absolutely hilarious.

Whilst Sylvia’s hard and degrading smacks to his ass continued, I spat right on the tip of his dick, letting him know what I thought about his manhood. And then just to drive that point home further, I grabbed him by the shoulders and thrust my knee into his unprotected nuts. I waited for his long drawn out scream of anguish to finish before kneeing him again. This went on for a bit, as I made sure to give him time to fully register the fresh pain I’d inflicted and let him dread the next blow.

After the third and fourth time my knee devastated his balls, I changed it up, suddenly going rapid fire, alternating knees as each teste was rocked relentlessly. After the ninth time my rock solid kneecap met his groin, I stopped just short of a tenth blow, watching as he flinched in anticipation of the blow. I smiled, and waited for Sylvia’s next spank before ramming my thigh furiously into his balls to finish my onslaught… for now. 

He was wailing in pain but still stubbornly refused to give up. My partner gave him one last smack before walking over and standing next to me. We gave him our steeliest gaze as he helplessly stared at the two gorgeous, dominant, powerful, stacked and topless amazons that were in complete control of his body and indeed his very life at the moment.

“Do you perhaps just not value your genitals?” Sylvia asked. “Perhaps you’d be better off without them… wouldn’t have to worry about your balls getting busted if they were just, ripped off… wouldn’t you say?”

She leaned in close and whispered into his ear, “Continue withholding the password if you agree.”

He trembled a bit at this but made no noise. She whipped out her sword once more and held the blade right up to his manhood. His member was now resting on the solid steel, and Sylvia made sure to angle it so that the tip was poking uncomfortably into - though not yet through - his nuts. He began to whimper, sweat falling down his face.

I spoke up, “You saw what she did to the short one… you have no reason to doubt she wouldn’t castrate you in a moment.”

“That’s all it’d take as well...” she coldly lamented. “Just one little moment. Just a single little slash, and that’d be the end of your sex life. But perhaps that’s exactly what you want.”

His lips quivering, all that escaped was, “P-Please no...”

“No, of course not.” she conceded, putting her sword away. “That would be far too quick. It’s much more fun to destroy a man slowly.”

Sylvia made eye contact with me. Somehow I knew right away what she wanted without her saying a word. A spiritual connection that only two women in the midst of decimating a worthless man could know. The two of us each placed a hand on either side of his shoulder. In perfect synchronization, our knees rose in unison, one for each ball. The double assault threatened to push his scrotum right up where it first descended from. 

This was clearly a new level of pain for him, as he shrieked pathetically. I wondered just how far it carried on this small island… it was fun to think somewhere, King Verpa heard it, and got a little taste, just the smallest preview of what was in store for him. 

We held our knees in place for a long moment, letting him soak in the otherworldly anguish. As we backed off, Sylvia circled around to again take a spot behind him. I, on the other hand, got a bit of a different idea. 

I reached down for the halves of the man’s mask, the inside of which was heavily padded around the mouth; for what purpose, I had a pretty good guess. I pressed that part of it into my mouth as I wrapped the ripped fabric around my head. My compatriot seemed a touch confused by this but nonetheless accepted it when I handed her the other half, and she followed suit, putting it on as well.

 

After some scanning, I found the canister again, the one he’d used to such terrifying effect on us. The top of it had been ruined by my bare foot, dented in such a way that the opening had closed. But as I held it close to my ear, I could hear the rush of air still going within it. So I stepped over to him, held it right up to his face, and bent it until a hole tore into the side. 

The mist poured out and obviously he was well aware of what this meant, especially judging by his horrified expression. “No, no no no no, STOP!”

Within a few moments, his eyes were glazed as his perception of the world began to change. No doubt everything around him looked nightmarish… but it was me that he couldn’t bare to look at. It was impossible to be sure just what he saw but I liked to think that before him was an angry goddess, ready to smite him for his transgressions against womankind. Then again, it’s supposed to make you see an illusion, isn’t it…?

His howling was uncontrollable, his body trembling wildly as he struggled against his constraints. The man thought for sure he was in hell… and we were about to make him right.

I made a big show of setting up my next attack. Planting one foot firmly in the ground, I slowly reared my opposite leg back as far as it could go, until my heel was level with my head. I gradually engaged every muscle in that leg, hopeful he could see how much feminine might was packed within it, even in that state. Then, as though it were shot out of a rocket launcher, my leg whipped forward. His scream of terror was blood-curdling as my shin flew between his legs, ready to obliterate his manhood…

...but then I stopped just short. I waited for his screaming to cease and shot him a warm smile. In that very instant, Sylvia gave him a furious kick to the balls from behind, her powerful leg, lovingly hugged by the shin PVC, threatening to flatten his testicles. No sooner than it left his groin, my leg replaced it, kicking his crotch with all my might. 

We continued on like this for a full minute, taking turns kicking him full force in the groin, like a machine. The timing was so precise, it was though nary a millisecond went by without a woman’s shin firing into his exposed package. His screams were choked and hoarse, and it occured to me even if he was trying to reveal the password it’d be hard for us to tell at that moment… ah well, just meant he had to try harder.

Once again putting our spiritual ballbusting link to the test, I took a step back and with my next kick focused entirely on a single testicle, my bare foot smashing it brutally. Keeping it in place, as I dug my toes deeper into his battered, swollen right nut, Sylvia’s boot crashed wickedly into his left.

Slowly I lowered my foot and proceeded to lash out powerfully once more. My partner did this as well, and our kicks landed against their respective ball at the exact same instant, time and again like clockwork. With every landing blow there was a loud thud, as though we were swinging baseball bats at his groin. Of course I’d wager our legs were much more solid than that…

I have to imagine at that point he was hoping for his testicles to rupture like Sylvia said, hoping that his balls would bust so that this torture could end. But sadly for him, as I went over before, we were trained to maximize pain and minimize the chances of that. I could easily bust a man’s balls all day without any threat of them popping, unless I wanted them to.

After what may well have been a hundred vicious kicks, finally his screams took form, “STOOOP!! I’ll… do it… I’ll tell you... p-please, please just stop...”

Sylvia walked around and the both of us once again eyed him intently. Whatever dark perversion of the female form he saw before him, there were two of them there now.

“Well? Don’t make us wait.” I demanded.

“I-It… the password… it’s, it’s long. It’s 336… 366, ugh…” he paused to cough up a bit of blood. “3262… 8427… th-that’s the whole thing.”

“Hrm, I suppose that’s rather secure, requiring that many numbers...” Sylvia wagered. “But I do hope you’re smart enough to know not to lie to us.”

“It’s the truth… I swear on my life...” he muttered.

“Your life is worth nothing to me, so that doesn’t fill me with confidence.” I remarked. “Still, I’ll go ahead and try that. 336-366-326-28427… did I get all that?”

He frantically nodded his head. But his screams returned when Sylvia rushed up to him, grabbed him by the head and forcibly shoved him facefirst into her big beautiful bare breasts. As his howls were muffled by her sudden titsmother, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a walkie-talkie. She handed it to me as she whipped out her own.

“Contact me if you need backup, and let me know if the password works or not.” she said, as she glanced down at the the helpless man trapped in her bosom. “If it doesn’t… this smother won’t end until he’s drawn his last breath.”

“Sounds good… but I won’t need backup.” I noted.

“Yes yes, as agreed, you can take on the castle by yourself and be the big damn hero, that’s fine...” she waved off. “I’ll just go around the outposts and liberate as many women as I can, one-by-one in the interim.”

“Hm… if uh, you could find the time, maybe swing by Outpost 208.” I requested. “I’ve friends there. They should be safe for right now but… well, they’ll be a lot safer if you’re around.”

Sylvia smiled. “Of course. Now go on, don’t leave our beloved king hanging...”

With a nod I walked off, making sure to pick up my top as I left. That asshole had sliced through the back of it, but it was atleast one clean cut, so no fabric was actually lost. I managed to tie the ends together into something wearable and with some effort pull it on. It had effectively become a brown leather topknot, and due to having to pull the straps back further than they were meant to, now it was a much more snug fit, especially around the tits. Though I have to say, I actually really liked how my cleavage looked in it now... 

I also decided to pick up shorty’s spear, the only one of the three that was left in any sort of working order. Fighting bare handed and barefoot was always the best strategy as far as I was concerned but seeing as how I’d be dead right now if not for Sylvia’s sword, I figuring maybe having a weapon handy wasn’t the worst idea… just in case. I didn’t have a sheath ready so I slid it just under the strap of my top, making it just that little bit tighter in the process.

For the best time, I again climbed up and hopped from treetop to treetop, retracing my steps until I was back at the castle.

Unsurprisingly, in all that time they no doubt discovered the two guards I’d left dead. The drawbridge had been raised in a vain attempt to slow me down. Heh… they didn’t know me very well. But that was about to change.

A quick scan made it clear how the mechanism worked. On either side of the bottom of the drawbridge was a kind of pulley system, two large wooden wheels adorned with chains that they used to raise and lower the drawbridge. I didn’t imagine my new S.P.E.A.R-brand spear would come in handy so soon but here we were. Whipping it out carefully so as to not slice through my top again, I aimed and tossed it. It landed true, slicing right through the chain and indenting itself into the stone wall.

The bridge fell, plummeting uncontrollably until it slammed into the moat below, creating a ramp. I trotted up this ramp, to the entrance. As quickly as I could, I dialed the lengthy password into the number pad. To my delight, it made an affirmative noise and actually flipped around, revealing two handles on the back. The two doors, seemingly fused together, separated just a crack. If you didn’t know better, it’d just look like a regular double door now. I was in.

I pulled out the walkie-talkie. “Sylvia? This is Sheena… turns out the sack of shit was telling the truth. The password worked.”

“Ah, lovely! Did you hear that? I don’t have to kill you now!” she answered, obviously talking to the man she was presumably still smothering. “Although I must say I’m curious as to how long you can hold your breath… hmhm, I think I’ll keep you in there just a little longer. Hope I don’t get carried away~!”

Even as his face was deeply buried in her breasts and from the distortion of the communicator, I could hear the man screaming in unrestrained horror. It was hard to contain my laughter.

But I had to. The fun was over now, the most serious assignment I’ve ever had was about to reach it’s boiling point. I steeled myself as I stared at the newly presented door handles.

S.P.E.A.R was certainly much more a threat than anything else I’d seen on this island, but now they’ve been vanquished like all the others. I couldn’t be sure what lay ahead in that castle… I had to be ready for anything.

But I wasn’t afraid. I was smiling.

Because nothing in that castle could possibly be ready for me.