Warrior of the Female Dominion - Sheena - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

My name is Sheena. Sheena Benezia. And I’m no damsel in distress… in fact anyone that crosses me will be the one begging for a savior. I am the embodiment of everything that the worst of our society fears; a woman as powerful and confident as she is beautiful. I have devoted my life to protecting all of the world’s women from the many injustices that befall them, and any man that tries to harm them or get in my way… well it’d be apt to say they won’t be much of a man for very long.

The Order of the Female Dominion is an organization that trains and sends out a small army’s worth of deadly females to investigate and, if need be, utterly decimate those suspected of the most extreme, devious forms of sexism. 

With that in mind they had me fly to a small island owned by a living penis known as King Magnum Verpa whose entire body you shall soon see subjected to a very thorough circumcision. Reports of this place were as heinous as they were accurate, unfortunately. 

One of our own, Sylvia, first scoped it out and learned what they’d been doing here. Verpa through some means has declared himself ruler of the entire place and assembled his own army of goons to not only protect him, but to kidnap handpicked women from their homes. 

Dozens, maybe even hundreds were forced to come here to be his own personal harem. I’d even discovered he went so far as to ‘give’ them to his men to use at their leisure, so as to ‘gain experience’ and use their newfound talents on him. 

Even at the time of writing this, everything about that place just burns at my very soul. It’s why I had absolutely no choice but to burn it all down. This thought occured to me, as I stood there at the newly unlocked door of the enormous, hideously phallic castle this so-called human being lived in. Mere minutes ago, Sylvia and I had finished defeating S.P.E.A.R, an infamous band of mercenaries that as far as I knew were Verpa’s most powerful and trusted lieutenants. 

After a lengthy torture session, we got the password to the door out of their leader. Sylvia was at that moment smothering him into unconsciousness with her supple bosoms that she’s learned to be quite proud of. Now, finally, my siege on this place was about to begin, and before the day was done, Verpa’s reign of cruelty would receive a devastating full force kick to the crotch that it would never recover from.

The spear that I’d taken from the mercenary squad’s leader was lodged in the gears of the drawbridge. I knew it could be useful once again so I unwedged it from the metal and carefully placed it back in my top, sheathed on my back like a sword. I took a deep breath and grabbed the handles of the double doors. As I burst in to find the first room surprisingly empty, I only then realized that the handles that I was currently grasping were yet more phallic symbols. Tasteless and garish as can be, it was made up of two rather large, solid gold cocks, one in each hand. After taking a moment to process this, I reacted in the only appropriate way; furiously ripping both handles off and tossing them aside.

Striding further in, I was shocked at how empty the place was. It was enormous, and furnished with the faux regal majesty you’d expect, but there wasn’t a soul to be found. It was a bit eerie, really. You could hear a pindrop… though it didn’t need to be too quiet for me to notice the front door slamming ominously behind me. It was a heavy door that was clearly just designed that way, but an appropriate enough gesture nonetheless. 

Scanning around, I saw lengthy hallways sprawling left, right and center. I could only assume Verpa was holed up in the deepest part of the castle, so I went forward. A large number of doors were spaced out across the hall, like you might find in a hotel. Casually I stepped toward the nearest one and gave it a gentle knock.

“N-No, please...” spoke the meek, high voice of a clearly abused woman. “I’m supposed to have three more hours before my next sodomy! I p-promise I’ll be much better if you just let me r-rest up for it… d-don’t make me do it now, please...”

Heartbroken at hearing her pain and fear, I assured her, “I’m not here to abuse you. I’m here to make sure it never happens again. You’re getting out of here, okay? You’re going home.”

“Oh… oh, don’t play that game with me today...” was the sad response. “I’m not going to fall for it again.”

My fist found itself involuntarily clenching again. Not enough to torment them physically, they play games with their minds like this as well? I wanted nothing more than to grab every victim on this island and fly away with them, nuking the whole damn place on the way out. But us warrioresses, well… it’s not that we aren’t superheroes, but our job requires a little more effort than that. Turning away from that door was hard but I knew the only way to liberate her was to keep going forward.

Striding down the hall I found myself at the end, with another branching path. On a whim I decided to go left and kept on going… and going… my, they were long. What kind of architecture was this? Finally I reached a corner and no place to go but left again from there. As I walked back I realized I was just heading back to the first room. Annoyed, I circled back and went right this time but found the same thing, the layout was totally mirrored. 

Not one door that led any deeper into the castle, no staircase, nothing. I could only assume that this was designed as another little defense mechanism. Doubtlessly the way through was past one of the doors in the hall, but there had to be atleast a hundred of them. In theory it was sound, there’s no way an intruder could check them all without eventually being caught. That was the least of my worries of course, but the longer I took the more I risked my friends back at Outpost 208 being found...

Whilst I turned and walked the halls once more, I was weighing my options as to how to do this quickly without being found out, as it was definitely for the best the King wasn’t aware of my presence until I was looking him square in the eye and punching him square in the balls. And as I made my way back, I noticed the faint light coming from a door that was opened just a crack. Kneeling down, I quietly crawled over to it and peered inside. 

It took all the restraint I could muster to keep from screaming at what I saw. That very moment a woman was being pinned to a bed, as another in Verpa’s endless line of henchmen stood with his pants at his ankles, violating her womanhood. She didn’t resist or even dare make a peep about it, but the silent tear going down her miserable face said it all. 

The rather rotund man on the other hand was quite talkative. “Oy, ya loose sheila, what do we keep tellin’ ya?! Practice your fuckin’ keigels, I KNOW you’ve been slacking, I can tell! Clench! Press your hips together if you gotta, anythin’ to pretend you have a tight cunt…”

“I’m… trying...” she answered, fighting to keep her composure as the particularly gross individual continued his thrusts. Indeed she squeezed her hips in and seemed to be making a great effort to make her pussy hug his cock, against her will though it was, but it didn’t appear to satisfy him at all.

There was no way in hell I could just walk away from a scene like that. Taking a deep breath, I crept into the room, crawling up behind him. Just as the bastard pulled out to prep for another plunge I made my strike, handstanding on the floor and wrapping my legs like a vice around his neck. This had the double effect of silencing him and stopping him in his tracks. In that next instant, I flipped him onto the floor, taking the tip of his member out of the poor lady’s pussy with authority. The grunt of pain I heard as his erection slammed against the solid marble was delicious.

“Wh-what the fuck…?” he groaned, grasping the head of his cock as he stood. With a front flip I landed on my feet and turned to face him. The look on his face was priceless. Should go without saying a lot of testosterone builds up in a man when he’s having sex and interrupting that was a great way to bring out the worst in them as that’ll turn to rage in a hurry in the right circumstance. And that was quite apparent in his expression as he hollered, “Who in the bleeding hell are you?! You better be ready to kiss my bellend better you little twat!”

I didn’t feel like responding to his colorful insults at that moment. Instead I just took up a fighting stance to get my feelings across. With a growl, he rushed at me, his stiffy bobbing comically. His guard was entirely down, making my next move pathetically easy. I simply waited for him to get in range and then, in an instant, my leg swung up into his crotch, slamming into his bare testicles like a baseball bat. 

This stopped him dead and as he tried to keel over, I caught him with a swift snap kick to the face that forced him upright. Dashing in, I hammered him two rapidfire uppercuts, one with each fist, burying into his thick stomach. With that, I went back into my handstand, hooking his neck with my legs once more but from the front this time. Immediately he found himself struggling to relieve the pressure on his throat, desperately trying to pry my rocksolid legs apart. Sadly for men like him, getting me to spread my legs was all but impossible…

As his howls of anger were muffled by my legs I took a moment to glance at the woman he was desecrating. Understandably she looked bewildered as she took to hiding her naked body under the sheet. She was perhaps a little thick but beautifully so, the lucky sort that just seemed all the more shapely for it. Her hair was a deep red, maybe a scarlet color, a little short, parted to one side almost enough to cover one of her deep brown eyes.

No doubt she knew that while this specific travesty had been interrupted, she was far from free or safe. But I was absolutely going to change that.

Turning my head back to my current captee, my eyes settled on his genitals. His cock was quite long, but to the point where his below average thickness looked really disproportionate. Sensing a soft spot, I piped up, “She’s not loose, dumbass, your dick is just too thin.”

Whilst keeping him trapped, my left hand rose from the ground and clenched the hilt of the spear I was keeping on my back. “...Then again… it’s better than nothing.”

In one single motion, I whipped the weapon S.P.E.A.R’s leader generously donated to me from out of my top and swung it, the solid steel point driving right into the base of his erection, easily severing it from his body. As it fell lifelessly to the floor I let go of the bastard who unsurprisingly was in the midst of a lengthy bloodcurdling scream, falling immediately to his knees as he clutched at where his penis used to be, his hands instantly covered in the gushing blood.

Handspringing to my feet, I just coldly watched as his scream petered out, his eyes rolled back into his head and he went limp, slumping over onto the marble. It took no time at all for the shock to set in and rob him of his consciousness. And if it hadn’t already robbed him of his life as well, no doubt the severe and continuing blood loss would do the trick shortly if he wasn’t attended to. Oh well...

Taking a moment to wipe away the venom from my expression, I turned to the woman he was in the process of victimizing and asked, “Are you okay?”

The redhead didn’t meet my gaze, staring vacantly at her sheets. “I’m never okay...”

Even with that emotionally dead tone I couldn’t help but think she had the sweetest, most soothing voice I’d ever heard. Sitting down next to her, I put a hand on her shoulders, “Well, I’m here to fix that. My name is Sheena and I’m going to save you and every other woman in your position. You’ll never have to suffer another injustice like that again… and every sick man that ever touched you here will be brought down without a shred of mercy. I promise.”

After a few moments she glanced up at me. From her luscious ruby red lips her words spoke to my very soul. “Well… if you made it into the castle, you’ve already come a long way. And you’re obviously more than capable judging by what you just did. Still… you think you can take down a whole army, by yourself?”

“Well, not entirely by myself, I’ve got a couple of friends here...” I smirked, my grip on her shoulder tightening a little. “Would you like to be one of them?”

Her gentle hand came down on my own. “...I would like that, Sheena. My name is Lillian. And I’m sorry I can’t be more chipper right now. I haven’t managed a smile since I got here and I don’t think I’ll be able to until that man is taken down. Until I know for sure that… it’s over. Even still, I’m grateful someone’s finally come to help.”

“Do you… think it would help if you talked about it? What they’ve been doing? You don’t have to, obviously...” I said. “But if you need to get anything out, I’m here.”

Lillian curled up in her sheets, gathering her thoughts before speaking quite eloquently. “Back in Italy, I was an opera singer of a certain measure of renown. I don’t like to boast, but many seemed to be a fan of my performances. My audiences seemed to be growing larger by the day. It was all I ever wanted out of life, I couldn’t stop smiling back then. All was well until one night… I was awoken, only for a few brief seconds before a chloroform rag was put to my mouth. A few figures in the dark, that’s all I could see. When I awoke… it was in this very bed. And I’d been stripped.”

“Ripping you away right as you’d reached your dream...” I mused. “You’ll be living it again soon, Lillian. You need to believe that.”

She didn’t respond to this, instead continuing her tale. “That happened… I’m not even certain, maybe six months ago. It feels like a lifetime has passed me by. They don’t allow me to put anything on, I just have to walk around like this… they say I have to ‘earn’ the right to cover my shame. So shame is all I wear.”

I saw her run a hand down the covers, going down her chest for a moment. She shuddered in disgust. “...I’ve been here for so long, there isn’t a single thing they haven’t made me do. I think that… that blowjobs are the usual starting point, I was on that for my first few weeks and they seemed to take real interest in my lips. They liked it at first but after gagging time and again it became clear deep throating wasn’t really an option for me. Then I had to try to figure out how footjobs work for a week… any job you can think of, they’ve forced me into. And there’s not a single orifice they haven’t violated.”

It was disturbing how calmly, clinically she recalled this before me. She’d become used to it… it was normal for her at that point. That, perhaps, was the scariest thought of all.

Lillian went on, “Not only do they molest me but the whole time they bark at me about how I can do better, how terrible I am at pleasing someone… apparently even my pussy isn’t good enough for them. Honestly, unlike most women, they didn’t even abduct me for this purpose in the first place… but I suppose they want to use me in as many ways as they can.”

“Ugh, bastards… wait, what do you mean by that?” I inquired. “Why did they abduct you, if not purely for sex?”

“I… well you see, what I usually do...” she began, then sighed deeply, burying her head into her knees as she curled up on the bed. “God, it’s still humiliating even now. As perverse as it is ridiculous. How low must I sink…?”

“The ones forcing all this on you are the lowlifes!” I yelled. “Whatever it is, I won’t tell a soul if that’s what you want. And I’ll permanently silence any asshole here who knows as well...”

She looked back up at me and seemed to be fighting back tears now. “Every morning… the King himself he, has me sing… he has me sing these songs that he’s written. Songs about him… and his penis.” she recounted with audible disgust. “I know how it sounds but it’s true, every single day there’s a new one. And I have to put my heart and soul into every performance or they’ll beat me again… so the first thing I do when I wake up is get pulled to his chambers and shout to the heavens how much I love him, and his cock. How big it is and… how desperately I want it. That… is all I ever sing about now.”

I was taken aback, though I’d likely be much more shocked if I weren’t in a giant castle where everything that conceivably could be shaped like a penis was blatantly shaped like a penis. Still, to so thoroughly eradicate a woman’s dignity just for his own ego… I didn’t think it was possible to hate him more than I already did. He didn’t deserve functioning genitals.

“Lillian… I’m so sorry. And I vow that you will never have to go through any of this again. This day will be the last day he holds any power over any woman.” I swore. “I just need to get to his chambers… you’ve been taken there every day, you said?”

She nodded, and slowly slinked out of bed, keeping her covers wrapped around her and letting them drag across the floor as she stepped over the dying man who dared defile her moments ago. Stepping through the already opened door, I followed and watched her hand point to a certain door, second from the last at the end of the hall. “...Past that door you’ll find the way.”

“I might’ve been stuck checking rooms for hours without you… thank you, Lillian.” I remarked before walking past her.

“Sheena...” she called out, stopping me in my tracks. As I glanced back, she looked up at me with a hint of fire in her eyes. “Tear him limb from limb.”

Proudly I smiled and nodded, before heading off towards the door. I tried the knob but naturally it was locked. On the other side I heard a voice utter the cliche, “Who goes there?” 

They sounded like they were right next to the door. That made this easy enough… taking a deep breath, I cocked my arm back and swiftly engaged every powerful muscle that ran along it. With one furious blast, I punched a hole right through the solid wooden door and my fist ended up slamming right into the face of the unsuspecting guard. He was stood there with his rifle at the ready, but he definitely wasn’t ready for that, and he ended up laid out on the floor.

From his groaning I could tell he was still conscious on the other side of the door, which I took as a personal insult. So for my next move I undertook similar preparations, but this time with my leg, curling it up and then unleashing it onto the door, kicking it right off it’s hinges. It of course landed heavily on the poor man, coming down on his entire body except for his face; comically enough I could see his shocked and pained expression through the hole I’d just made.

“Wh-what… the hell…?” he wheezed. 

Not saying a word, I hopped forward, landing my weight on the fallen door, crushing him beneath it and earning a pathetic wheeze. I let him watch from this helpless position as my leg, bent at the knee, gradually rose into the air before stomping my bare foot down furiously onto his stupid face, knocking him out cold.

It certainly wasn’t the most quiet way to make my way in, but frankly at that point I was so boiling with barely contained rage and felt so invincible after what I’ve done so far, I didn’t care if his entire army came after me all at once. As far as I was concerned, I could take every last one of them at the same time. And I braced myself to do just that as I stormed forward towards the spiral staircase, the only other thing that inhabited this room. 

I briskly rushed up the steps, seeing I had a long ways to go, the loops layering over each other time and time again. After a few moments, I stopped and listened… there was another set of stomps. Someone was coming down. 

Taking a quick scan of my surroundings, I saw there was a small ledge peeking out from the bannister that went along the staircase and unless you peeked over the edge, you likely wouldn’t see that spot. It was too thin to stand on, but… thinking quickly, I leapt over the railing and caught myself on that tiny ledge. To make myself as scarce as possible, I threw my legs forward, and managed to catch my toes on the opposite side, my body hugging the bottom of the spiral stairway.

Just in time too as I heard the man storm down the steps past me at a solid pace, as he yelled, “We just got word of an intruder coming through here! I know someone’s on this staircase! Surrender at once! Do you hear me down there?! Surrender at once!”

Oh, I heard him. And he was the one about to be crying for mercy. I glanced down at the layer of stairs beneath me and saw the spiral was aligned quite nicely. Watching him make his way down, I judged the distance best I could and, frankly just hoping for the best, let go of my hold on the ledges. 

Adjusting in mid-air to a kind of sitting position, I fortunately timed it perfectly, as my ass ended up crashlanding right on his head, taking him by surprise and forcing him headfirst onto the concrete steps. Now I found myself sitting on the back of his head, and gave my hips a little wiggle just to rub it in…

After a little roll backwards, I hopped to my feet and stood between his sprawled legs as his head dazily rose. “Wh-what the fuck was that…?” he asked before spitting out a tooth. 

Not giving him anytime to get his bearings, I grabbed him by the ankles and held his legs up, wheelbarrow style. Thanks to the stairs his body was at a slanted angle and it was mesmerizingly beautiful to me how vulnerable his groin was, in perfect position to be destroyed. After taking a moment to thank Hera - yes, I do that sometimes, I’m weird, get over it - I reared my leg back and put everything I had into a punt style kick. Making sure to let go of his ankles just as my foot connected, I’m positive I felt atleast one of his testes pop on impact.

The force of the blow was enough to not only take his body a few inches off the ground - or the steps in this case - but flip him over. And as he screamed his stunned agony, he just kept rolling after hitting the concrete again, painfully and hilariously falling down the stairs. I watched over the edge with glee as I saw him continue his involuntary descent.

When I turned away from this, I felt it hit me, I was again getting wet at some male destruction. Crushing him with my ass, punting his scrotum in, sending him rolling down the stairs all before he even knew what hit him. Oooh… it did it for me. 

But there wasn’t any time for that, I just had to push that away. Ignore what was threatening to drip from my loincloth. I stormed up the stone steps until I could finally see the top, a wide platform jutting out from the wall. Seeing this, I slowed down so as to not make too much noise on approach. This turned out to be a wise choice as I saw a guard standing in front of the door. Waiting for the man who came looking for me to return I’d wager. 

Studying my surroundings, I saw that the railing basically ended at the stairs, sloping down into tiny little ledges on either side of the platform. This made my strategy much easier to devise. 

Once again I hopped over the railing, grabbed onto the ledge, and shimmied my way over until I was on the platform, just a few feet to the right of the guard. I swung my leg forward, knocking on the bottom with my knee. 

Naturally this got his attention, whirling his head in my general direction. “The fuck?” the man remarked, as he hastily threw down his cigarette and stamped it out before pulling the rifle from his back. He cautiously approached, his gun at the ready. I couldn’t see him from my position any better than he could see me of course, but as proven in that battle with S.P.E.A.R, I practically didn’t need my eyes in the first place.

Just as he got too close, I pulled myself up with all of my might, flinging myself into the air and rearing back. No sooner than I appeared over the small stone wall, I launched my fist forward. My aim was true, and I punched that man furiously in the groin, doubling him over in an instant. As I caught myself on the ledge on my way down, I saw his rifle sailing down past me. Heh… guy had a bit of a limp grip, that’ll cost him.

A second time I again pulled myself into the air, a bit higher as this time I reached out and grabbed the man’s head. Simply letting gravity do the work from there, this tripped him up and sent his face smashing into the solid stone. He howled in misery as blood immediately rushed from his shattered nose. Once more I caught myself on the ledge, a stirring endorsement if ever there was one for that ever fundamental finger strength.

To finish him off, this time I used my legs, first kicking forward to gain momentum, and then sailing backwards to where I was practically doing a handstand. From here I was easily able to wrap my legs around the wounded man’s neck and with one swift motion, yank him off the platform. Now I had him dangling there, hung by my thighs, his feet flailing above thin air. From this position, there weren’t any stairs to break a fall, and the floor was so far down it wasn’t even visible. I really can’t overstate what a needlessly tall stair spiral it was…

Between choked breaths the terrified man squeaked out, “N-No! Don’t… don’t…! Don’t kill me!  P-Please! Aacck...!”

I looked down at him without a shred of mercy. “How many women have begged for you men not to harm them? How many have begged for you, personally, to stop?”

Tears swiftly started pouring down his face, the severity of the situation taking no time at all to sink in. “T-Too many… I’m sorry…! Aggh, please, just… ugh, pull me up… I’ll never hurt anyone again, don’t, don’t kill meeeee!”

“Aww, damn… you just failed the test.” I sincerely lamented. “I was going to spare your life, but only if you didn’t turn into a sniveling little bitch. Oh well...”

Donning a satisfied smirk I simply unclasped my thighs and let him fall. His blood-curdling wail echoed off the walls and continued for a disturbingly long time until he hit the bottom. Well, disturbing to most, I’d imagine…

With another flip, I sailed up and landed on my feet on the platform. I peered over the edge and cupped my ear to listen to his scream petering out, followed by a very faraway thud. I caught myself moaning at this. “Ahhh… that was certainly the only way I’d ever spread my legs for someone like that. Heh...”

It’s amazing that I tested negative for sociopathy during screening. I suppose they just didn’t put me in the right atmosphere, I’ve cared exceptionally little for the life of any swinging dick I wasn’t familiar with here. Justified, you could argue, but probably unhealthy all the same… ah well.

Again making a mental note to ignore my intensifying arousal, I turned to the door and went right through. What I saw on the other side, well, I must admit, it took even me off-guard...

I stepped right into a cage essentially, a downward sloped metal fence ceiling, coming down in a large wall in front of me. A couple of padlocked doors adorned it, it was basically an enormous makeshift prison cell that looked remarkably out of place in the otherwise decadent, lavish interior. It was as though it was just now built here, right smack dab in the throne room. 

And speaking of which… far on the other side of the room, there he was, sitting there… a couple dozen women on each side of him, and more being escorted into the line. All of them dressed in similar fashion to how I found Kirra, if they were even allowed to be dressed at all. Not a one of them looked like they wanted to be there.

At his feet, one poor woman was made to kneel, used a footstool as he lounged in his cushy throne. Two more women sat uncomfortably in his lap. And despite all the men he’d already lost so far in the past 24 hours, he was grinning ear-to-ear, smug as could be. He truly had the world’s most punchable face. The one and only King Cock himself...

“Ahh... well now! Look at you! You are… mmm, quite the fine specimen. Here I thought that the two sluts currently massaging my groin with their backsides were the sexiest women around. But you… you make them look like sheer wastes of life.” he spoke in a faux regal voice. Leaning in creepily, his villainously smile only curving further upwards. “ Ah, I will savor you for the entirety of your prime… we’ve done much research into keeping women looking young, with any luck you’ll have a good few decades before you’re, well… used up. Ahahahah… oh what a treasure that has willingly walked into my midsts! So eager to feel my touch that you worked so hard to get into my throne room… as if my endowment wasn’t proof enough of my great fortune. You, my darling… are a gift from the Gods.”

With every word, I somehow managed to hate him just that little bit more. I took a deep breath, preparing to unleash a verbal evisceration. I’d spent some time formulating what I’d say to him when finally we came face to face. 

He continued, “Oh but where are my manners… I, as you know, am the one and only King… Magnum… Verpa! And you are…?”

“...The woman who will end your rule, and break your manhood into a million pieces.” I growled. “Which shouldn’t be hard because every single thing I’ve seen on this island has sent the clear message that you have, perhaps, the single most fragile masculinity to have ever existed. In the vast, infinite sea of pathetic men that plague this Earth, there may not be a single one more disgustingly pitiful than you.” 

I stepped forward as I spoke, leaning my head against the steel bars. I was far from done.

“Your villainy is eclipsed only by your blatant insecurities. And while I’m sure they have a very understandable, and very tiny root cause, you’ve let them utterly consume you.” I continued. Just to make sure I was getting my point across, as though my words had any subtlety to begin with, I put my hand through the bars and wiggled my l’il pinky his way. “So small is your… male pride, that you treat hundreds of lives as disposable, women as sex toys, just to drench yourself in denial about what kind of man you are.”

He was still smiling, but I got the sense that he had to actively force himself to keep up his grin. The truth hurts… atleast it always does with men like him. And I still wasn’t finished.

“I have wanted to rip you limb from limb, appendage from… appendage, ever since I got here. And every single thing I’ve learned since has only made me crave your humbling, crushing downfall that much more. You have created an empire of rape… I can’t believe I’m even able to say such a thing literally exists!” I slowly but surely raised my voice, hoping it’d put a bit more sting to my words. “I’d explain how unthinkably cruel and heinous it all is, but I’m sure you don’t give a single bit of a fuck! So instead I’ll just focus on the one silver lining, which is that at the very least I know none of your personal defilings could possibly last very long, if they even begin at all! Because there is no doubt in my mind that if you had a properly functioning pair of genitals, this never would’ve began in the first place!” 

For a moment his smirk faded as he looked down at his crotch… or rather the pair of asses that blocked his view of it. I must’ve struck a nerve somewhere in there… I took another deep breath before finishing, calming myself down enough to switch to a chilling tone.

“But to better answer your question… my name is Sheena. Sheena Benezia. I’m a warrior of the female dominion. And I hope you appreciate those ‘wastes of life’ as you call them now, because there’s will be the last gentle touch from a woman you ever feel.”

I could’ve sworn I saw a bead of sweat go down his temple at that moment. It took him awhile to find the balls to respond, just as I’m sure it takes some intense examination to find his balls in general. “...You seem to be strongly suggesting I come up short. 50DD… please display my pride to our guest.”

One of the miserable looking servants forced to sit upon him obediently grabbed at the enormous, obvious bulge that she was sitting atop the base of. Even in his baggy pants it was showing prominently, and the space allowed her to lift it a few inches, making it even more apparent. There was no denying his evident size, and yet I stood by my every word. No matter what he might be like physically, on the inside he was the smallest man to have ever lived, no doubt in my mind. In other words, speaking on a strictly spiritual level… he had a babydick.

Nonetheless, he proudly explained, “As you can see my manhood isn’t small, in fact it’s unparalleled in it’s length and girth… and fortunate certainly shines on you, because you’ll be getting very intimately acquainted with it soon enough. Usually I’d give a woman to my men first, let them train them up or atleast see what their skills are… but not for you. You I will simply use, from head to toe… your pussy, your ass, your breasts, your hands, your feet, your mouth and anything else my creative genius can come up with. Every part of your body will lead to one powerful climax after another.”

My answer was curt, “You won’t lay a hand on me. That’s a promise.”

He shook his head, laughing at my claim. “Oh Sheena… say, your voice sounds familiar. Tell me, are you the one who raided Outpost 208…? I had some suspicions, though I couldn’t be sure… I did think Captain Nahal’s message was a bit strange, I know for a fact he has an adequate member. In fact, 32E was quite fond of it… weren’t you, 32E?”

Obviously involuntarily, the other woman on his lap nodded frantically. 

Verpa turned his head. “...One of you men. Send the word to our field units… all of them. Every operative shall swarm on Outpost 208, at once. That is an order.”

Like sheep they all flocked to be the first to complete a salute. The swiftest man spoke up, “Yes sir!” and rushed off to give the command.

“They will be absolutely destroying that place soon...” Verpa announced with a heinous grin. “For your sake, my darling, I do hope you didn’t leave anything of importance in there.”

I winced at this… I hoped that Sylvia stayed true to her word and reached them in time. I had no choice but to pin my hopes on that and block it out of my mind for the moment. Not wanting to show my fear I continued staring him down for. The following lengthy quiet pause was unceremoniously interrupted by what sounded like the ding of an arriving elevator. 

Scanning the room, I saw a part of the wall suddenly shift to reveal a hidden elevator shaft. Several more women were roughly escorted into the room, including Lillian, still buck naked and terrified. One of the cowardly guards spoke up, “I think that’s all of them, m’lord. Just the trainees in the outposts remain, and we can easily turn on their video feeds whenever we want.”

Verpa seemed all the more pleased by this. “Good, good… please do. I want to make sure every single woman on this island is witness to this; the strongest woman in the world… beaten and humbled. And believe you me, Sheena, you will be very… very humble by the time we’re done with you. Hmhmhm… don’t get used to hearing me say your name. Once I get your measurements then we’ll find your true title. Isn’t that right, 38D?”

He heartlessly ground the heels of his boots into the back of the woman his legs were propped up on as he asked that question. She sullenly nodded, her face the look of utter defeat…

Showing very little wisdom, he kept talking, “...Now that the audience is here, I do believe that calls to an end our pleasantries. With no further adieu… it is time that we break you.”

The bastard snapped his fingers, signalling for a couple of guards to open the cage doors just as well over a dozen mooks flooded into the room. One by one they all rushed into the cage which was naturally locked behind them. Aside from a lead pipe or two, they were unarmed, as though with their numbers they saw no need to use guns against me. I simply smiled at this… what an incredible show of disrespect. 

Despite everything I’d done, some of which you’d have to think would’ve spread by now, they all wore cocky smiles or unphased stone faces as they surrounded me. The lot of them clearly confident in their chances at such a big disadvantage. One in particular looked ready to prove he had some real balls as he stepped out from the pack and approached me, looking me right in the eye. He pulled out a thick chain and wrapped it around his fist, making sure to display it for me as though it was supposed to impress me. 

“It’d be such a shame to screw up a pretty face like that… are you REALLY gonna make us do that, little lady?” he asked with a disgusting grin. “It’d be a looot easier to just submit. A lot of fun in fact… whether they admit or not, all the slave girls that get sent my way always leave happy. Follow me to bed doll, I promise you I’ll show you a real good time...”

“Well now that sure would be impressive.” I wryly remarked. “How do you plan on making love after you become a eunuch?!”

The very moment I finished my sentence, my leg lashed out, a solid shin rocking his soft groin. This was a swift attack more than a devastatingly hard one, though my leg still went pretty deep into his crotch and obviously it was more than enough for this asshole as he found himself wailing in stunned agony, quickly sinking to his knees and crumpling on the ground.

No sooner than my shin left his balls, did I whip out my spear and launch it forward. A few saps had lined themselves up at a perfect angle. The iron tip of the weapon stabbed right through one man, into another… and thanks to being thrown by a greek goddess it kept going until four dudes found themselves shish kabobed and slammed into the steel cage. Needless to say, they all fell limp, either dead or dying.

After taking out five men in record time, I was pleased to see all the stunned faces slowly turning back to me. There was one, arguable downside to that attack. I was so quick to pull out the spear that I wasn’t as careful as I usually was. The sharp point ended up tearing right through the back of my top, and so once again thanks to that very same spear, my leather shirt fell in pieces at my feet, exposing my breasts for them all to see.

Rolling with it, I just shrugged, “Well, I guess you can all take solace in getting a nice last sight before each and every one of you bite the dust...”

Spreading my legs and hunching over a bit, I let my breasts sway back and forth as I gestured for them to approach. “Go on then. Come at me if you’re still feeling man enough...”

Understandably, they were hesitant. Less understandably, they decided to fight that hesitation and rushed after me, swarming in. Part of me was a little giddy at this, it’d been too long since I found myself fighting so many pathetic men at once. I just stood there until one got a little too close. When I struck, I struck fast, grabbing him by the ears and forcing his head down to meet my oncoming knee, his head snapping back horrifically. Out like a light, no questions asked.

I then grabbed him around the waist and suplexed his limp body into several more onrushers, knocking a few of them down. One that managed to just avoid this swung a lead pipe at me. Instead of ducking I decided to leap over this, twirling around and landing nimbly with my back to him. That next split second, I uncorked a back kick, my heel blasting his balls and doubling him over. With a hop, I struck with my opposite leg into another back kick, this one right to his face, whipping his carcass to the ground, unconscious. 

Another man was just a few feet away from me, mid-sprint at that very moment. But my position was advantageous, as I landed on one planted foot with another already reared back and ready to rocket forward. And so it did, my toes slamming just under his chin. His momentum costed him his life as I’m fairly certain that snapped his neck. Too damn bad...

For a brief moment I paused to survey the results of that suplex; three men were on the ground underneath the one I’d just thrown. They looked more disgruntled than anything as this wasn’t the kind of thing to provide knockout force, and would assuredly be up before long but it was convenient that they were temporarily pinned down like that… just waiting to be finished off.

Literally leaping at the chance, I hopped up and landed on the unconscious man’s carcass, bringing both of my elbows down on one of the unlucky mooks. As I was adjusting to get to a second victim, I noticed a man come at me swinging a heavy chain; evidently there was a consensus on what weapons all these guys liked. I barely had to try to catch this, easily blocking his feeble attempt. In an instant I had whipped around him, wrapping his own chain around his face which he unwisely refused to let go of. 

As I did this, I found myself standing over the second man I was about to target anyway. From here I simply let myself fall into a double knee drop. In one single move my knees knocked him out cold and, since I was still holding the chain as I fell, the force whipped the other idiot’s head back to an unnatural degree, snapping his neck. 

From here I rolled towards the next pinned man, who looked most frightened, as well he should’ve. Bending over I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head up, looking to simply knock his lights out with a swift punch. But as I reared back, a man dare lay hand on me, grabbing me by the wrist. Countering this was simple enough as a judo throw landed him square in front of me, but as I looked up I saw three others had swarmed in by then. 

I want to make it that everything I’ve been describing took place in a matter of seconds apiece, every sequence unfolding like a flash of lightning. It takes much longer to explain them then it does to actually perform these moves. Those men weren’t slow, I was just that fast. That’s something I need you to keep in mind for this next bit.

It was obvious I needed to take care of these three, plus the man I just threw as he was definitely not done, before I could finish the pinned dude. Looking down to check on him, I saw he was lifting the carcass off of him and about to escape. To ensure he stayed in place I made use of my nearest resource, which is to say I fell assfirst onto his face, using my own body weight to make damn sure he didn’t go anywhere. He squirmed beneath me as I looked up at the men; one to my left, one to my right, one behind me, and the man in front of me was making his way back to his feet.

Remaining calm, I just raised my hands as three simultaneous attacks came my way. The man behind me was attempting an axehandle blow. With one hand I managed to grab his joined wrists and put a stop to that. The man to my right aimed a sweeping kick towards my chest. With my other hand I punched him in the thigh, repelling that swiftly. The man to my lift was launching an uncoordinated punch that was vaguely sailing towards my face. All I had to do to avoid it was lean back a bit, sliding my ass ever so slightly across the face of the man beneath me. As I watched the arm sail harmlessly above my head, I fired off a karate chop straight to the side of his elbow, dislocating it and forcing him to pull it back in pain.

The men to my sides were nursing those wounds for the moment and the guy in front of me still hadn’t quite gotten upright. So I focused on the one behind me whilst I was leaning towards him anyway. Letting go of his wrists, my hands instead shot to his ankles. With a strong yank, I tripped him up, slamming him onto his back.

I whirled around like a breakdancer, much to the man being facesat’s dismay… or delight, I dunno what he was into. In doing this I got myself into position to slam a backfist between the legs of the man to my left whilst raising my foot into a front stomp to the crotch of the man to my right. Four balls smashed simultaneously… it was a good day. 

This naturally doubled them both over. Whirling around again, I leaned onto my side letting my hip pin the man down for a moment instead as I uncorked my elbow and knee once more, this time each of them bashing into the respective men’s noses. That assault took both men right out, sending them flinging onto their backs. 

Once again I then whirled around on the face of the man I was furiously smothering, earning a deep moan of discontent or pleasure… I didn’t care which. From here I was now facing the guy I’d just tripped. I bent my legs at the knees, they were cocked and loaded for my next strike. Groggy, the man looked up at me just in time to see the bottoms of my feet sailing towards his face. That next split second, he was finished as well.

Finally the man I’d tossed made his way to his feet, and I was again ready for him. Whirling back around, I grabbed him by the hips and delivered a crushing headbutt to his groin, my forehead smashing wickedly into his testicles. Fuck me, I love doing that… the poor bastard couldn’t even muster a scream after that, a high pitched wheeze of air being the only thing to escape his lips as he fell to his knees, his eyes watering from the pain. 

Seeing him like that… it got me going yet again, I was getting remarkably horny. I needed to finish this before I got carried away with lust… that is to say, bloodlust, as well as the normal kind. Powering on, I followed up with a second headbutt, smashing right between his eyes. Not only did this knock him right out but I’m pretty sure it left him with a nasty case of whiplash.

With that, all four of the men who were crowding me were taken care of. I stood up and looked down at the man I’d been violently facesitting. He looked out of it, like he had no idea where he was. I felt there was no better way to finish this than the way it began, so I jumped up into and air and landed cannonball style, again crashing assfirst onto his head. I absolutely fractured his skull on that one, needless to say he was out. That made five men taken down in about as many seconds… no joke.

As I stood up, I looked around to see there were already not many victims left standing in that cage with me. Those remaining were backing up… it seems that I’d either weeded out the brave ones or decimated their bravado through that demonstration. Smirking I spoke up, “Let me see… if my count is right I believe that’s sixteen men on the floor. And now… just four of you remain. Hmhm… do you understand yet, what a bad idea it was to lock yourselves in here with me? What a bad idea it was to sacrifice your humanity for some money and tail…?”

I glanced outside the cage over at Verpa, who seemed stunned by what I’d done in just a matter of moments. “That man… he’s one of the most shameful I’ve ever even heard of, insecure in his own manhood to such a pathetic degree that he had to crown himself king and drown himself in delusion to keep his tiny, fragile pride from bursting into tears. And you… you four chose to be his underlings. I hope you understand just how low on the totem pole that puts you all.”

Rather than don any sort of fighting stance, I simply sat cross-legged on the floor. “If any of you have anything between your legs… and you don’t really mind if that changes… by all means, keep up this charade of a fight.”

One seemed more frightened than the others, just staying put, his back to the steel. He looked like the only thing he wanted was to get out of here but of course the ever merciful King Cockend had no plans to let his men flee. The other three paced side to side, staring darts at me. They were obviously scared as well though nowhere near as scared as they should’ve been as they still seemed intent on attacking me.

They made use of the space; they were circling me without actually being anywhere near me. Maybe this was some sort of formation they worked out together… it truly made no difference. As always, the one who ended up behind me seemed to have the most confidence, go figure, and he was the one with the last remaining weapon, the second pipe they brought in with them.

He rushed in and swung with all of his might, trying to bring it right down on the crown of my head. At this point you likely expect me to catch it… and I would hate to disappoint, so I did just that. Grabbing the pipe and stopping him dead in his tracks, I sprang up to my feet and whirled around to face him. He looked like he was nearly past the breaking point already… I thought it’d be fun to break him fully.

So I gently pushed the lead pipe down until he ended up involuntarily holding it suggestively between his legs, the bottom of it pressed against his groin. Casually stepping to the side, I uncorked a swift punt aimed at the center of the steel and promptly kicked it right in half. The top half flew into the air and hit the ground with a loud rattle. It appeared the symbolism wasn’t lost on him as he sank to his knees, crying, “Sp-spare me...”

Looking down at him with my best stoneface I simply said, “I’ll think about it.”

As I was preoccupied with him, two of the other survivors rushed in; the third was still too shaken to attack. The guys that were in mid-dash came at me from direct opposite sides, their fists cocked. Seeing the slapstick coming, I just shrugged and ducked. Like bumbling cartoon villains they ended up punching each other. As they stumbled back from this I hopped up and performed a splits kick, the bottoms of my feet slamming into each of their respective chests, taking them to the ground.

I took a moment to shoot my glare back to the man with the broken pipe, and he hadn’t moved a muscle. Satisfied that he wasn’t even thinking about making a move, I waited for the men to rise. When one got to his feet first, I combat rolled over to him, grabbed him by the ankles and tripped him to the floor. Rolling him onto his front, I hooked his legs for my beloved Liontamer. In a familiar scene, he was howling more like a pussy than a lion.

For a moment I caught myself laughing, enjoying myself as I buried my knee into the small of his back. This really wasn’t the time for fun or toying with these weaklings but… I was starting to lose sight of that as my lust for their pain continued getting to me. I pulled his legs back much further than they were ever meant to go, slamming my ass into the back of his head at the same time. I heard a loud crunch as the bones in his hips gave way and, embarrassingly I let out a deep moan… hopefully the bloodcurdling scream that went along with it drowned me out.

Glancing outside the cage once more, I saw the women watching on. They still didn’t dare speak but… they looked like they were barely containing their glee. Like they were filled with a hope that they thought they’d never regain… this served well to remind me of what I was fighting for and where my focus needed to be.

My thoughts were soon interrupted however, as the other man had risen to his feet and circled around behind me while I was lost in lust. His arms came around my throat and just for a brief second I felt him choking me. A flash later, my hands had released the poor sap I’d been torturing and instead grabbed this asshole’s wrists for my second judo throw of the night. Roughly he slammed onto his back just in front of the Liontamer victim who I figured had enough for right now.

Holding onto the man’s wrists, I pulled his torso off the ground while I rained down stomp after stomp upon it, softening up his chest, abs and face. Intentionally I wasn’t going full-force and prolonging his pain… no sooner than I’d regained my composure had I lost it again. I knew I should’ve fingered myself on the way here…

After my bare foot sunk into his flesh time and again, I released him and then surveyed the two men who lay at my feet. The one who’d been put through my submission hold appropriately looked submissive enough, mewling in agony as he lay facedown. I grabbed him by the nape of his neck and lifted him to his feet. “Here… let me give you a soft place to rest.” I cooed.

With that I thrust him towards me, pulling his head into my bare breasts. He struggled for a moment but only for a moment, quickly succumbing to my titties with a gentle moan. Both arms wrapped around him to keep him in place, I looked down at my personal doormat to see him groaning and aching. I decided to sit right down on his face, not solidly like the last time even though I could’ve easily taken him out that way. My horniness seemed to be spurring me to instead take the opportunity for a rare double smother, as one man was trapped in my bosom whilst another was controlled beneath my ass.

“Ngggh… squirm… I demand it. I demand a struggle.” I growled. Why was I like this? 

I wriggled my hips and shook my shoulders, ensuring my tits and ass were vigorously grinding against the helpless male faces, encouraging the both of them to fight against it. The man in my tits however seemed all the happier for it. On the other hand, the dude under my ass wasn’t so pleased, fruitlessly pounding against my hips. I had to laugh at how extremely ineffective it was, his fists felt hollow and limp against my solid legs. So instead he switched to grabbing at the sides of my ass, frantically trying to push me off of him.

He didn’t manage that of course. But what he did manage to do was tear the side of my loincloth, causing it to slide right off. Something snapped in me, as I shot straight to my feet - whilst still keeping a firm grip on the titsmotheree - yanked what remained of my bottoms away and shouted out, “Oh, is this what you wanted?! You want the full course, is that it?! Well you can have it!”

A quick glance gave me a beautiful look at the man’s face. He stared at my newly bared ass in awe, equal parts fear and admiration of it’s divine beauty. The man was about to get more of it than he ever bargained for. This time I hopped onto his head, my supple cheeks smashing into his face. But this wasn’t as solid as the last one, again I was focused on fucking with him more than the knock out. And fuck with him I did, as I began mockingly bouncing my ass up and down on his face. 

I laid back and got comfortable, my head resting teasingly against the man’s groin as I wiggled my ass nonstop, furiously brushing it across his cheeks, his nose, his mouth, the smothering was thorough. And while the boy betwixt my boobs wasn’t offering any resistance I felt I could still get more of a submissive vibe from him. He didn’t fight at all as I grabbed at his legs and pulled them apart, just so I could set his knees on the ground either side of me. 

This made it look as though he were kneeling… kneeling to my breasts, kneeling to my femininity, kneeling to the superior sex. Nnnngh it still gets me excited just recalling it even now… I also had a little inner chuckle at the fact that the man was much shorter than me, only then did I realize that. Thanks to that, even though he was on top of me, with his legs splayed like that, my sopping wet pussy was entirely exposed. Even though his head was at chest-level, his torso wasn’t long enough for his crotch to match mine… that felt fitting, somehow.

As I took my time smothering these too slowly but surely into unconsciousness, the cowardly man who stood up against the cage slinked his way over to the four men who had been impaled on my spear. He thought he was being stealthy as he retrieved the weapon from the bodies of his fallen friends but I knew what he was doing from the start. The second he willed up the courage to hoist the spear above his head, ready to throw it, I whipped my head towards him with a menacing scowl. 

He froze, immediately dropping the spear before slowly slumping onto his ass. The control I had over these men now was just breathtaking… for the first time since getting on this island, everything felt… right. But that wasn’t right. I still had work to do… just as it again occured to me that I should probably be speeding this up, his shaking voice interrupted my thoughts.

“H-H-Hey! You! Y-You’re closer! Do something!” the brave man who just dropped my spear and likely soiled himself yelled, pointing at the guy whose pipe I kicked in two. “Don’t just l-let her kill them… don’t be a… a-a coward!”

I’m sure you’ll agree that his words were very persuasive. Atleast the guy he was talking to seemed to think so as his urging got him to stand up and slowly approach me. Once he got within striking distance though his hesitation was obvious. I just watched, amused, as he circled around trying to find a part of my body that didn’t terrify him at this point.

For a moment, his side shuffling found him at my feet. He certainly wasn’t about to stop there of all places, but that split second was far too long. With both feet, I kicked him in his shins, taking his legs out from under him and tripping him. His face fell right into my overflowing womanhood. I locked my thighs around his ears to keep him in place. 

That’s right, it’s the legendary once in a lifetime tri-smother. My tits, my ass, my pussy… a hapless, idiotic man’s face was now trapped in each one. This position took me way past the point of caring about anything but satisfying my primal desire to wreck these men’s existence. Thankfully the women I was liberating didn’t seem to mind my taking my time, in fact when I accomplished this feat, I noticed a few girls bold enough to applaud.

King Verpa was outraged. “St-stop that! I didn’t permit you to clap… you’ll only applaud when she’s dead, do you hear me?! Sh-she won’t win!”

He shot up to his feet, barking out, “Stop letting her control you! Stop playing into her delusion… the weakest of men should be able to dominate the strongest of women!”

It pleased me to no end to see his mounting desperation, I couldn’t help but yell back, “Mmm, now it sure would be convenient for you if that were true, wouldn’t it? Considering how… nngh, lacking, you are…”

Now that I had a hapless man howling into my womanhood I really had no hope of fighting my desire. Frankly destroying just one man can get me off, and I’ve ran through so many on this island… here I was controlling three of them at once, rendering them utterly useless. And the best part was they were all succumbing to my most womanly assets… I couldn’t have created a better bit of symbolism if I tried.

I tightened the squeeze with my thighs against his head as I bucked my hips forward, grinding against him with more and more vigor… in fact I was damn near fucking his face at that point. That’s certainly how it felt anyway and I threw my head back in sheer primal lust as his struggling soon ceased. I could feel his breath, I knew he was still alive and conscious, but swiftly gave up the fight, becoming submissive to try and appease me, to try and keep from being hurt any worse. The fear of women had been struck thunderously into his soul…

Of course the level of focus it took to maintain all of these holds wasn’t easy and as I got more and more into getting myself off, it only got harder. I bore down furiously on the man beneath me and pulled the one between my legs deeper in, but as I did so, I absentmindedly let go of the man that was mid-smother. It actually seemed to take him a moment to realize this as after having given up hope of escape he finally popped out and took a deep breath a few seconds later. That was all he’d get as I quickly pulled him back in but I was still annoyed, that bought him more time in the waking world…

All the same I continued going on and as I did, I realized the man beneath me was entirely motionless, his moaning ceasing, even his breathing had nearly stopped entirely… he was out. I saw no reason to get off of his prone body yet of course… mostly I focused on smothering my pussy wickedly against the other man’s face. I’d brought myself to the brink of climax but when I noticed his body going limp, I cut myself off. 

It was tough to resist but deep down I knew I must. Because in that moment, I was panting, my teeth bared… this was me in my most impassioned, primal and dangerous state. To waste it on these nobodies’ would be senseless. The untamed Amazon from the dawn of time… that was the woman King Verpa deserved to encounter and when I got my orgasm it would be at his direct expense. Until then, I would deny myself… and these men would suffer all the more for it.

While I wasn’t ready to finish yet I was still wracked with this impatience as my hormones were really going wild. I grabbed the man betwixt my tits by the hair and yanked him from my bosom, thinking of some quicker, more brutal way to dispatch him. When I released his hair though, to my shock he thrust his face right back into my tits. I watched, stunned as he shook his head against my breasts… this utter dumbass had just watched me destroy so many and now he dared to motorboat me.

Between blubbers he eeked out, “I-I can’t… resist… they’ve overwhelmed… me… I n-n-need them in my life… s-sorry...”

I heard something snap behind my eyes. In that next second, I of course gave my chest a full clench as my breasts squeezed mercilessly against his head, threatening to crush it completely. But that would be far too quick to make the statement I was going for… so as he flailed about and desperately tried to pull himself out, I eventually relented, and as I unclenched he ended up hurling himself backwards. 

Shooting to my feet, I stomped slowly over to him, lording over his small, meek frame. I didn’t have to put on any airs here, the beastial low growl was genuine. “None of you deserve ANY sexual gratification… from any woman… especially not me. You DARE try to seek pleasure in my breasts…?!”

Desperately the man crawled back, a begging hand forward. “I-I’m sorry!! Really, I just, I… I couldn’t bare to leave them… they’re so beautiful… they’re so wonderful… I’m so sorry, p-please don’t kill me!”

I pounced on him, landing my ass into his abdomen. His arms made a passing attempt at resistance that he really didn’t have the heart to follow through on. Nonetheless I grabbed him by the wrists and forced his arms behind his back, letting his own weight pin him down along with mine. As I glared down at him, I whispered, “You want these breasts…?”

He tried to say no, I could see his lips trying desperately to form that word but his very being refused to humor the mere notion. Egging him on, I began fondling myself, my fingers skillfully working up and down, under and to the side of my tits. Two fingers apiece were caressing my hardening nipples as he had no choice but to say, “Yes… yes, I want them so badly. More than anything in this world...”

My hands moved to grab either side of my tits as my intensity boiled within me. Working myself into a frenzy, I screamed, “Then HAVE THEM!”

With that I thrust my tits down, but not to smother. Rather I rammed one right into his face, with roughly the same force as one of my punches. And I followed up with the other, smacking it brutally under his chin. And so this continued, I battered him time and time again with each tit. My rock solid nipples stabbed against his soft flesh and I was amazed they didn’t tear it. 

I screamed all the while as I did this, shouting, “This is the ONLY WAY you will EVER touch my titties again you pathetic, worthless FUCK!”

Grabbing both of them at once, I sent the full, notable weight of my enormous, thick tits right onto his head. Again I was careful not to use enough force to crush, only to fuck him up. And let me tell you, I fucked him right up. His nose was shattered, his jaw dislocated and my bosoms even managed to give him a black eye. 

His face was covered in blood, and so were my breasts after a few more seconds of my assault continuing. I pulled them apart and then brought them around his cheeks… for a moment he again felt the softness of my tits hugging his face. That stopped swiftly however as I began shaking my shoulders, causing them to swing pendulously and smack heavily against his face from either side. Not content, I sped this up, bashing him rigorously with another deep howl.

To finish him off, I rose off of him and grabbed him by his cheeks. With all of my might, I yanked him up, his face crashing into my breasts. Letting go, his head whipped back, falling limp. I watched as the blood slowly trickled down my cleavage and further down my stomach. It seemed to fit well with my naked, toned, tan, glistening skin… I was truly animalistic at that point, my breathing at a rapid snarl. 

I whipped my head around to what was now the last man standing and he banged his head against the cage jerking back, trying to create as much distance as possible. But there was no point, absolutely no escaping me. I must’ve been aware even in that state as I began to toy with my victim. Rolling away from my smothering recipients I was on my hands and knees, slowly crawling towards him, licking my lips with a smile that could only be described as predatory.

Gradual, deliberate in my approach, I slinked his way, my tits and ass jiggling. In a normal situation I’d think this sight would be a dream come true but it sure seemed like a nightmare to this guy, as he began shouting, “No! No, please, get away!!”

Laughably he turned and started fruitlessly climbing up the cage. There was no escape that way, but even if there was he wouldn’t have reached it as he slipped off and fell right back down to the floor. He tried to scramble to his feet only to trip once more, falling on his ass.

This was just too much fun, so I had to play a little more before killing the dude. Bobbing back and forth, I very consciously caused my breasts to sway to and fro. “What’s the matter…? Afraid of a harmless… innocent… little lady…?”

I took one nudge closer, earning a shriek. Another got the reaction of, “Please… I’m sorry!”

“Hrm, how strange…” I cooly cooed. “Acting so dickless… before I’ve even castrated you. Has someone beat me to it…? Did you attempt to make love to a real woman… only to find your cock exploding from the overwhelming friction that your paltry manhood was never ready for?!”

As I got closer, he again stood, albeit on shaky legs. His entire body was shivering with sheer fright. Slowly began to sidestep, and found that he’d stepped on the lengthy wooden handle of the spear. His hand trembled as he reached down to pick it up, brandishing it in front of himself. Though the way he held it, it looked more like he was using it as a shield than as a weapon.

“I’ll… I’ll… I’ll use this…!” he stammered, his every word dripping with desperation and fear. “Don’t make me… h-hurt you…!”

I flashed him my warmest smile. “Well...? Don’t leave a girl waiting. Give me your best thrust… show me how adequate you are.”

A tear streamed down his face as he hoisted up the spear and meekly tossed it at me. Without so much as even looking at it as it hurtled towards me, I caught it out of the air and spun it to point the blade back at him. “Hmhmhmhm… I hope you didn’t expect that to ever get inside me.”

In a dramatic feint, I pretended to throw it right at his petrified, priceless face. In his horror he instantly covered up, his arms coiling around his head as he quivered. I was openly laughing as I instead turned my aim lower and threw it powerfully into his groin.

This was a graphic scene. The iron point stabbed deeply into his genitals, cleaving right through his cock and balls. His eyes froze in shock, unable to make a noise after the initial gasp. He didn’t want to look down, I can tell you that much. His crotch was bleeding profusely, his scrotum in pieces… there was no doubt, he was irreparable ruined.

Another rush of moisture hit me, I groaned in ecstasy as I stalked towards him. I stared right into his increasingly tear-filled eyes. Finally another noise slipped from his mouth.

“K-Kill me...”

I almost came at the sound of that. This adrenaline surge urged me to grab onto the wooden handle with both hands. Torturously I twisted the blade, ripping his lower body asunder, a high pitched cry of pure misery being my reward.

After wrenching it in that little bit more, I abruptly yanked it out, all at once. The blood gushed from his officially destroyed groin. The shock and bloodloss got to him instantly. His face was perpetually stuck in a wide-eyed, wide-mouthed look of terror as he fell gradually to his knees. His eyes rolled back into his head as he collapsed to the side, dead.

The applause returned, as more women were joining in, hopping up and down hollering. Many a bouncing titties, a good half of which were bared, in celebration of this victory. King Verpa sat there in shock, slumped in his throne, mouth agape.

I dropped the spear, and stared straight at the hopelessly insecure tyrant. My blood was boiling, the passion, the carnal lust mixed with the rage of everything that I’d seen and heard since arriving here, every single thing that son of a bitch did… my fists were clenched tightly, shaking with fury, my teeth grit. My chest was heaving with how belabored my breath was becoming as I was truly seeing red… red, and a dead man.

Consumed with hatred, I reached out and grabbed at the large steel bars of the cage. Ridiculous as it may sound, I started pulling at them to try and pry my way out. My every muscle tensed, my naked body presently displayed my thorough definition, the feminine power packed in my otherwise deceivingly soft frame. With an echoing bellow to the skies, I actually managed it… I pulled the thick steel bars apart, making a wide enough opening to step through.

As I finally got out of the cage and stepped towards the throne, the audience’s cheering was at an all-time high. Verpa’s jaw was just about on the floor, though the sound seemed to bring him back. Furious, he hollered at his slaves, “QUIET! The next bitch I hear shout will have her mouth sown shut! It’s an improvement for you women anyway!”

I pointed right at Verpa, still breathing heavy. “You… I want your cock… on a stake.” I growled. “Today is the day that you choke to death on your own testicles.”

Verpa’s lips quivered as he slowly stripped off his robe, bearing his upper torso. He did look in muscular enough shape, surprising given his clear inadequacy. And with his overbearing bulge it was curious to me what the root of it all was. 

Whatever the answer… it was all finished now, and he was mine. He cautiously took up a fighting stance. “I… shall not fear you… you will be the one submitting to me. That’s a promise… I need it now more than ever. You have the most magnificent body I’ve ever seen and I literally have been hunting down the hottest women on Earth. Now I finally… uh, finally have the chance to personally put an end to your attempt at liberating these smug cunts. I will be taking you down and tickfucking you in ten minutes.”

He stared me down, trying his best to look vaguely intimidating. It wasn’t going to work. This was the last time he would ever threaten a woman. 

Finally, we were face to face… finally, I could come through on my promises. 

Finally, I was in prime position to give King Magnum Verpa the most brutal beating of all time...