Warrior of the Female Dominion - Sheena - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

My name is Sheena. Sheena Benezia. And I… well, by now, I think you know exactly who and what I am. If not, you’re about to learn, because what I’m sharing with you today is the proudest triumph of my career thus far. I’ve been recalling to you the accounts of my fight for the liberation of the many women that the pathetic, dastardly King Magnum Verpa had enslaved for his perverse purposes. Now you’ll finally hear of how it ended.

I’d infiltrated his heavily sealed off, private island. I’d taken down a few dozen of his men, including the top mercenary squad known as S.P.E.A.R. I’d successfully launched a one-woman siege on his stronghold. Finally, there I was, having just taken out the last of his defenses… I was entirely naked, my chest soaked in the blood of my enemies, ravenously horny at the thought of this man’s destruction. Never had I felt more like a true amazonian...

As a crowd of beleaguered women looked on, hope in their eyes for the first time in ages, the man responsible for taking them from their homes and turning them into his personal sex toys stepped trepidatiously up to me. His brow furrowed, he tried his best to look menacing, but his welling eyes and quivering bottom lip gave away the terror that brewed within him.

He was right to be afraid.

I bit my bottom lip with anticipation as I adjusted myself into a fighting stance, containing my groan as my thighs pressed together. Most days I’d be embarrassed to confess how wet it made me to demolish a deserving dickhead, but in that moment… I accepted it. I took pride in it. This is much more to me than a job or even a duty. Kicking evil in the crotch… it’s my passion. 

And the longer I looked at him the more passionate I felt…

“W-Well…? What are you waiting for? Are you… sc-scared?” he asked, doing a hilariously bad job at putting up a false bravado. “You didn’t expect me to be such a...  such an adonis of a man, did you? D-Did you, bitch?!”

At that, I simply hopped forward, without breaking my pose I landed just in front of him, close enough for our noses to touch. I truly loved seeing his eyes widen as his whole body trembled, a light whimper squealing from his lips. As swiftly as his fear would allow, he took two steps back. I refused to break eye contact, staring with a burning intensity. He looked back for a few seconds before losing his nerve completely, his eyes trailing down. 

His body language became quite different after that however, as he found himself eying me up and down, taking it all in… the body of the woman that would bring his patriarchy to a painful, humiliating end. The sight seemed to genuinely take his breath away as he began to pant heavily. “Why do you have to be so... s-so...” he muttered, trailing off. 

Savoring every moment of the power I held over him, I showed him a quick flex of my chest, forcing my enormous breasts to bounce before him. Verpa emitted a gasp at this. He balled up his fists, which shook with a newfound. “Goddammit, I… I need you. I need to take you down and make you mine. I deserve to have you, all to myself...”

In perhaps the most foolish move I’d ever seen from a man, after everything he’d witnessed, he came rushing after me, a fist reared back. Even now arrogance coursed through his very essence as he howled, “I DESERVE TO FUCK YOU!”

I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how this ended, but it was fun, so I’ll recount it anyway. I caught his blow, grabbing him by the forearm and stopping him in his tracks. I grasped his arm tightly, and smiled at the sound of his agony as he seethed with pain. With his free hand, he aimed another punch at my face, as though he wanted the other arm to match. I obliged, keeping both of his arms under my control.

As he felt the vicegrip of womanhood finally crushing down on him, he was brought to his knees like so many men before him. After squeezing just that little bit more, I got to hear the beautiful music that was his bones crunching. Finally, Verpa was screaming in the anguish… finally, I could put him through what he truly deserved. 

Gradually I reared my leg back, coiled back like an arrow ready to pierce the heart of sexism. In a flash, my knee rocketed forward and smashed brutally into his stupid face. His nose shattered on contact, a trickle of blood pouring from his newly misshapen nostrils. As I set my foot back down, I came to read his eyeline… he was staring straight forward at my pussy as it got more and more wet by the moment.

Wanting to rub it in as much as possible, I leaped forward, my womanhood slamming into his face, as I took him to the floor, straddling his head. My lust for carnal carnage got to me as I grinded my crotch deeply into his face. I whipped my head back and screamed out in ecstasy… and all the women around me screamed as well, hopping up and down, howling their support and delight. Dozens of ladies, all ranging from scantily-clad to nude, every last one of their breasts bouncing uncontrollably as they roared in joy at their tormentor’s pain. 

God I’m proud to be a woman.

Continuing to make a statement, my vagina itself forcing him to the floor in a symbolic display of womanly superiority, I squeezed my thighs powerfully around his cheeks as I went down to my side on the floor, locking him in a headscissors as I pulled him further into my pussy. His screaming and struggling only brought me more pleasure… but as my moans began to involuntarily increase in volume, I released him, shoving him away.

As much as every inch of my body cried out for release, I knew it’d only drive me to further violence against this creep if I maintained that sense of starving lust. I couldn’t allow myself a climax until I was ready to finish him, and that wasn’t going to happen for a long, long while...

Verpa forced himself to his feet, and backed away, my juices still dripping down his fear-stricken face. His macho facade sure didn’t last long… already I’d made it hard for him to pretend that he was the dominant one here. To that end, he slowly staggered backwards before turning and running away, heading for a door off to the side of the enormous throneroom. 

I just shook my head, chuckling at this, letting him get a few strides worth away. He’d built up a fair headstart and was about halfway towards the door before I started off after him. It took but a hilariously brief instant for me to catch up to him, and I decided to truly demonstrate my agility by vaulting up into the air above him. I easily cleared him and just to add insult to injury, stepped off his head before landing on my feet in front of him.

That little push off was all I needed to send him falling on his ass. Without feeling the need to turn around, I peered back to see him looking up at me. Many would kill for the view he was getting, as he was definitely staring at my ass, taking it all in. But as much as he desperately yearned for me, the terror still hadn’t left his eyes… these two feelings that would seem to be in such conflict with each other were beginning to become one. Fear and admiration of the female form, the one true natural state of a man’s mind...

He seemed fascinated with my ass, so I decided it’d be the only kind thing to do to give him a taste of it. Leaping backwards, my supple bare cheeks slammed fiercely into his face. His head slammed against the floor, all of my body weight driving it down. I gave my ass a mighty shake, letting him truly experience my backside. 

He gripped tightly at my sides and hips, trying futilely to shove me off… the man was no stronger than his henchmen, in fact weaker than most of them I’d wager. He stood no chance, his only hope of survival was submission. I felt an urge to smack his grubby hands away, but I resisted, letting him persist with his fruitless attempt. After all, failure is the best teacher…

Just to further drive the point home, I called out, “Tell me how it feels, Verpa! How do you like being a woman’s own personal throne?!” I punctuated this by bouncing up and down on his head. “You’re finally going to learn today, King Cock! You’re beneath me, in every way!”

I balled my fist as I pressed my ass down harder, and began using his semi-defined abdomen as a punching bag, raining down punch after punch. Each blow shook his stomach as my bony knuckles sunk into his flesh. I didn’t go rapid-fire, I landed them one at a time, giving him a moment to let the shot set in before I fired the next. Not only was I savoring the pounding, but I was forcing him to do the same. 

His abs were bruised, soft and mushy by the time I was done with them. Certainly not the rock solid symbols of masculinity he was undoubtedly trying to attain. His hands had drifted to protecting his punished midsection, and I noticed his legs bent at the knees. 

That familiar V shape had formed… and at the center, as his legs spread to pull his baggy pants in closer around the crotch, I could just make out the small bulge that his testicles had created. Perhaps they simply looked small compared to the enormous dick-bulge that ran down his thigh… either way I was licking my lips, looking at that tempting target. The fact that I was sitting on his face meant he had no idea too, so I could take my time, enjoying myself as I clasped my hands, lined them up between his legs and slowly brought them up into the air.

I was about to absolutely smash them, and he was none the wiser, he would never see it coming. As I pictured the scene… another rush arose from my delicates. I made no discretion about my lust, moaning openly as I brought my hammerfists down onto his unsuspecting groin. It felt absolutely magnificent as his balls squished beneath my axe handle blow… I didn’t bust them, it’d be a waste to destroy them so quickly, but it was clear to me the ease with which I could’ve castrated him, which brought it’s own surge of pleasure. 

And the sound of it… the heavy thud of the blow resonated throughout the room which had surprising acoustics for it’s size. That was in full effect as the ladies’ joyous applause hit a new crescendo, some of the girls were tearing up at the realization that their days under his dick were over. Finally his screams continued on for a lovingly long time, intense enough to send the vibrations up and down my ass as the bottoms of my fists held against his groin.

I was frighteningly close to orgasm right in that moment, I had to stand up and shift my focus if I wanted to prevent it. My chest was heaving as I found I was rendered breathless… I peered back for a moment, but the sight of him clutching his testicles, mewling pathetically forced me to avert my gaze, lest that set me off that little bit further.

He rolled onto his front to protect his genitals, which regardless of size were as weak and vulnerable as any man’s. The pitiful bitch tried to pick himself up, but only made it up to a knee before collapsing back onto the ground in misery. Instead he rolled away as I turned to face him again. I took one step towards him and was absolutely tickled by the little yelping sound he made in response. Openly I pointed and laughed. “Look what I’ve reduced you to in no time at all… quivering in terror. What measure of a man are you? Without all your boys backing you up, you’re nothing. I bet half the girls in this room could take you out.”

Not responding to my chiding, he simply backed up, scooting his body across the floor, a begging hand extended my way. “Please… please, stop, I’ve had enough! I get it! Those men… ugh, they weren’t weak… you’re just that strong.” he conceded. “I can’t dominate a woman like you… I-I know that now. I’m sorry...”

I couldn’t help but think of all the other times men begged me off. Usually it took a lot more than that to get them there, I’d barely gotten started on this asshole and he’d already had enough. Maybe seeing me kill a man with my tits helped speed up the process...

Narrowing my eyes, I stomped my way closer to him until I lorded over him. His high-pitched squeal was just beautiful, but I was focused on staying entirely serious. 

“It’s far from just me! I’m the last woman you should apologize to… you’ve used all your money and resources to rob so many women of their lives! Separating them from their loved ones, breaking them down until they believed they’d never escape, that their only option was subservience!” I shouted. “You took their pride, for the sake of your own! You made them feel powerless, so that you may feel powerful. The truth of the matter, ‘Magnum’... is that a man like you couldn’t dominate any woman, through any other means. Because I’ve yet to meet one that wouldn’t be able to see right through you…”

With all my might I stomped my bare foot down on his chest, earning another “Yipe!”, like a little puppy whose tail just got stepped on. I leaned down and growled, “Deep down… you’re a tiny little man. And there’s nothing you can do that will change that.”

“O-Okay! Okay, I’m weak! I’m… tiny. I’ve done wrong or whatever, just please! I’ll say anything you want me to, just please don’t hurt me!” he shrieked, finally showing his true colors. “I’ll never force myself on anyone again… so you don’t have to hit me again! Y-You win...”

Oh hell no, I was far from victorious. Moving my foot up, I pressed it deeply into his throat, choking him as I continued, “How many have begged you to stop?! How many have begged you for their freedom, to end the nightmare you’ve created?! You show no mercy yet have the gall to expect it to be shown to you?! I’d sooner rip you in half with my bare hands than let you leave now. You have so much left to experience...”

From the vantage point he had, I’m sure his view was again enviable as he found himself staring up between my spread legs. Perhaps to distract himself from the pain and humiliation he was unabashedly focused on my privates, which continued to long for release… the kind of release that can only be accompanied by a symphony of screams in lust and anguish alike.

“Hmph. You like it, huh? Beautiful, isn’t it?” I boasted.

He slowly nodded, trying not to put even more pressure down on his throat. Verpa managed to choke out, “I...I want it so badly...”

His libido was something else… I suppose that’s not a surprise, it seemed unquenchable from all I’d seen. Scoffing, as I lifted my opposite leg up to put my full weight on his windpipe, I replied, “You want a pussy, eh? ...Give me a minute, I’ll make one...”

To punctuate that, I brought my other foot down hard on his crotch, my heel threatening to flatten his testicles. I gave as much force as I could without risking their destruction, a skill honed through sheer practice. Verpa’s choked shriek was just delightful.

I had a little fun doing some squats, pressing up and down on his neck and groin, watching my breasts bounce and jiggle wildly whilst I worked him over. Assuming he had the mental faculties I could only imagine he was watching as well. In every way imaginable I had control of him and I was ready, willing and able to abuse that power.

After a few more seconds of bearing down on his neck and nuts, I leaped up into the air and landed solidly, my knees crashing into his wounded midsection, knocking the air right of him and forcing his head to bolt up off the floor. Our faces were left uncomfortably close together after this, so I reared my head back and bashed him with a headbutt, leaving him with a cut on his forehead. He was becoming uglier by the moment… I liked that.

Straddling his stomach, my knees now leant against his sides, I again paused to savor the moment, letting him see as I slowly cracked my knuckles. He shook his head, with a truly miserable look on his face. “Nooo...”

One after another, I sent brutal punches into his stupid face, my fists sinking into his cheeks, blackening his eyes, realigning his jaw… I’m certain I even sent a tooth flying as I battered the bastard. He put up his hands in a feeble attempt to block. I just leaned down and bit him by the palm, vigorously shaking my head to really sink my teeth in. I’d never done that one before but this experience had brought something feral out of me and his howl let me know this was perfectly effective.

Grabbing a hold of his wrist, I whirled around and in one slick motion, adjusted myself to where I had him in a cross armbreaker. The bottom of my thighs pressing against his face, his arm caught between my legs, a shoulder pressing into my pussy, the back of his hand forced into my cleavage. It wasn’t as fun for him as it sounded, I promise…

He was kicking his feet, screaming in agony as his arm found itself slowly bending over backwards. Every second it bent back further until it was beginning to dislocate at the elbow. I wrenched on it, sitting up and laying back down time and again to un-apply and re-apply the pressure, toying with him. 

But to my amazement, even as his pain hit a new peak, even as he was being put into this professionally applied submission hold that by all means he had never been trained to endure or escape from, his libido shone through. He adjusted his hand, not to try and break free, but to place his palm on the inside of my left breast. Gently, he gave it a squeeze, blatantly fondling me during his own torture! Whilst his grubby fingers pressed down into my soft, supple flesh, my teeth were clenched in fury.

In that next split second, I hopped up to my feet, rolling him onto his front as I kept a firm hold on his arm. “What. The fuck. Is wrong with you?!” I hollered as I reared my leg back and punted him right in the face, his head snapping back gruesomely. I almost got carried away right then and kicked his head clean off! 

And I didn’t stop there, sending a series of stomps into the back of his head from that position, my bare foot decimating him. Turning and again pulling his arm between my legs, I sat on his shoulder blades and gave one firm yank that pulled his arm right out of socket. It grinded against my voraciously wet pussy as it dislocated, and I gasped, having actually forgotten for a brief moment how horny I was. 

I skipped away from him for a moment as he rolled around on the floor in sheer agony, holding his injured arm as he screamed his pain to the heavens. But in between the typical visceral yells, he added the comment, “Why?! Why do you have to be… so… so FUCKING HOT?!”

He pounded the floor in frustration as he continued on, “The finest, longest legs… the shapeliest ass… the biggest, jiggliest damn titties… and they all belong to the single most evil bitch I’ve ever met! Urrggh, what is this mockery?! I should have you on the floor ripping you a new cunt as we speak… and here you are putting me through this! How could this be...”

Listening to this entitled display, I found myself caressing the tit that he’d groped. I could almost still feel his grabby hand… so I stepped forward and sent my instep into his ribs, flipping him onto his back from the force. Following up swiftly, I again mounted him, my legs at his sides. Conveniently he brought his arms in front of his face to protect himself, allowing me to easily grab them and force them behind his back, causing his own body to pin them to the floor. 

“You truly think that highly of my breasts? You saw me ruin that man with them and yet still you long for them that much?” I asked breathily, cupping my titties and slowly caressing them. This lifted them up gently, before one by one they each flopped down with a mighty bounce. A pang of familiar fear struck his eyes when I reminded him of that, yet still his expression was that of overwhelming lust, first and foremost. “Well then… by all means, have your fill of them.”

I put my hands behind my back as well before dipping my torso forward, causing my breasts to smash into his face. Wriggling intently, I pressed them deeper until his face had sunken fully betwixt them. He was obviously fully enraptured by my boobies, groaning lustfully… I gave a few mighty thrusts from side to side, causing them to come down like a pendulum, repeatedly slamming into either side of his punchable face. 

This, I’d imagine, wouldn’t hurt under normal circumstances but after the brutal pounding I’d already subjected his face to, he was tender enough for even this to clearly be too much for him and his whines of pain were utterly embarrassing. I grabbed my tits to pull them up above his face and then simply let go of them, allowing gravity to do the work. I was proud of the thud that emitted when they landed, my heavy mounds laying in the punishment all on their own. 

Again I thrust down onto him, smothering him thoroughly, his whole head engulfed in my endowment. I flexed my chest, clenching my tits snugly around his head. Not enough to cause him too much pain… yet. Just enough to let him know my breasts have him in their grasp. 

“Imagine how it felt...” I whispered to him. “...when my tits demolished that man, and beat him to death. And you know, I’ve crushed a man’s skull just by doing this before… just recently, I broke the cock of one of your henchmen in, three places if I recall, when they dared stick it into them. Just by doing this...”

My tits came down just a little bit tighter around his cranium. I could hear his muffled moan turn from pleasure to dread. I kept on, “Funny thing is… those men, they didn’t do half the shit that you have. In a way, it’d be unfair to them, to give you any less during your turn in my tits. And I’m nothing if not fair...”

I grunted with my next clench, for just a moment I gave him a taste of the immense pressure they could muster before easing up on my hold. The asshole was clearly panicking, struggling to try and escape my bosom. I just chuckled at his plight. “Now now, don’t fret, I’m willing to give you a chance. We can talk it out! Go ahead, just tell me… give me one good reason why I shouldn’t end you right here. Do that and I’ll let you go~”

Cross my heart and hope to die, I was all ears. But all I heard were muffled screams faintly escaping my thick titflesh… I couldn’t make out a single word of it. I cupped a hand around my ear to listen for it and everything but… nothing.

“Mmmm, guess you can’t think of a single, solitary reason for me to spare you. That’s too bad...” I sincerely lamented. “...because neither can I!”

With that, I howled in effort to go along with my tightest squeeze yet. I can only imagine he could practically feel his skull starting to cave in as the vice grip of my bosoms threatened to crush him, and he was absolutely convinced his death had come, judging by his scream.

Giggling playfully, I released him and raised myself back up. “Just kidding… I can think of a perfectly good reason.” I explained. “...Because I’ve got so much worse in store for you, that’s why.”

Verpa was whimpering wimpily and I was prepared to hear his begging continue, but as his body shook, he simply continued staring… staring at my tits, and generally eyeing me like a piece of meat. I’d say he was undressing me with his eyes were I not already naked.

“I… need…  I… need...” he groaned.

“An asskicking.” I finished for him.

“...your body...” he grumbled. It was like it was the only thing he could think to say. Like his mind had been utterly warped beyond rational thought. Perhaps I left him suffocating in my bosoms for too long and left him with brain damage. But no, I knew what the deal was… at that point more than ever. 

Standing up and towering above him, I watched as he crawled backwards, unable to avert his gaze no matter how much pain and fear I struck into his body. Slowly following along with him, I uttered, “You just can’t contain that lust, huh? I get it now… I really do.”

We continued like that until he ended up pressed against the cage. I reached down and grabbed him by the throat, giving his neck a snug squeeze as I hoisted him up into the air. Pulling him away from the steel, I forced him to look out at the sea of flesh he’d collected. He scanned the room, the pleased and proud smiles mocking him. “These women… you want them to worship you, and your manhood. You want them to be slaves to your cock… but they’re not.” I began. “You are.”

I tossed him roughly on the floor before me. “You, King Magnum Verpa, are a slave to your dick, doing whatever it yearns for you to. A slave to your lust. And by extension...”

He looked up at me, mid-monologue, just in time to see me running my hands up my hips, my sides, again caressing my titties, until finally my fingers ran seductively through my hair. “...You’re a slave to a woman’s body. You’re the one under our control.”

He shuddered during my display but shook his head as though to will away his carnal cravings. His eyes darted back and forth as the gears seemed to be turning inside his head. “N-No… no, that’s not what this is. This… I’m… I’m the master! I’m the ruler of this… entire island, and everyone on it!” he shouted, as he picked himself off the floor. 

To my amazement he turned his back to me, and pointed at the crowd of women. “You! You all WANT a life of subservience to me! You all WANT to worship me! To live and die by my the whims of my penis… it’s all you ever dreamed of. I did you a favor, taking you in… YOU LOVE IT HERE! I know it! Because I’m… I’m your king! Your benevolent king who satisfies you like no other man can! I’m… I-I’m the… I’m the king of all women!”

Growing increasingly unstable, he whipped back to face me. “And that! Includes! You! So as your king, I order you to get down on your knees and-”

I cut him off with a simple, solid jab to the face that staggered him backwards with a shrill shriek of pain. As held his face, I took a single step forward and he jerked back, once again his macho facade evaporating, atleast for the moment. 

“I can beat you into submission but that doesn’t change who you are. Perhaps you can concede my strength, but still you refuse to acknowledge it in women in general. As soon as you’re forced to face just how wrong your ideals are, you double down on them in defiance...” I explained. “Maybe on some level you really believe what you’re saying. I have no idea how you got this fucked up and deluded, what sunk you to these depths of depravity. But it’ll take a lifetime of… ‘reconditioning’, to change it.”

Stepping forward, I whipped my leg up between his… my foot sailed towards his groin, but stopped just short of his balls this time. Scared the fuck out of him though, forcing another embarrassing yelp from his lips and causing him to cup his crotch and scuttle backwards.

Chuckling I finished, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t make plenty of progress in this one little therapy session… wouldn’t you agree?”

“No no, stay back!” he shouted, before turning and running for the nearest exit. 

I scoffed, “This again…?” and ran ahead of him. 

He tried several times more to flee to one of the room’s doors, but each time he saw me appear like a phantom in front of him, my arms crossed, standing staunchly, ready to intercept him. Lastly he rushed towards the group of women… I just laughed and let him run.

“Make way for your king!” Verpa shouted, running towards a crop of ladies. He obviously expected them to clear a path for him… but they didn’t, not a one of them moved a muscle. He ended up running into them, trying to force his way past. But in a moment that made me proud, one of them a row or two in reached out and shoved him, putting him off-balance. The two he was trying to push apart followed suit, shoving him by the chest and forcing him right on his ass.

This got a loud cheer from the rest of the audience, and I wanted to cheer along with them. The clearly dethroned king was outraged, “How… DARE YOU?! 42A! 35C! 42A-2! Explain yourselves at once!”

The first girl to shove him responded, “Oh we just thought our proud king had gotten confused and forgot were the fight was… obviously, a big strong man like you wants to finish his battles instead of running away like a pussy!“

“Yeah! Go on, take her out! She’s just a woman, right?” another of the three added. “We’re all waiting with bated breath to see you triumph over her...”

“Huh…?” the third of them uttered, looking at them with bewilderment. “Speak for yourselves, I just wanted to see him get his ass kicked some more!”

“That… no, Diane, we were mocking him...” the first girl replied, facepalming. Diane clearly still didn’t get it though, judging from her expression.

Verpa was seething, but I made sure he couldn’t focus his rage on them for long, stomping my way over to him, to ensure he heard me. Whipping his head my way, I assumed a fighting stance and dared him to come at me. 

Naturally that appeared to be the last thing he wanted to do. But as he scanned around looking for a way out, he saw there truly was none. I had him cornered against a wall of flesh. All the women who he’d forced to be here had been freed of their fear of him, his power over them thoroughly lost. No one wanted to make way for him… he was in a prison of his own design.

So he faced me, as he had no other choice. Begrudgingly he put up his trembling fists. I smirked at the sight of him and used an old trick, hopping back and forth on my feet like a boxer, allowing my large, luscious breasts to sway back and forth. Inevitably his gaze lowered to them, but the moment this happened, he was met with a wicked slap across the face.

He scowled at me, unhappy with my chuckling at his plight. This shot was hard enough to stagger him a few steps to my left… so I altered my stance, hopping up and facing my right. Standing at a side stance, this put the profile of my ass perfectly into his line of sight. He was obviously doing all he could to try and keep his guard up this time, his pupils shaking as he tried not to break eye contact. I gave my ass a little wiggle… and then a little pop up, causing a hefty bounce. The jiggle out of the corner of his eye got to be too much and his view lowered again. That split second I lashed my foot out, a front stomp that caught him in the shin.

A yelp of pain was followed by him hopping on one foot, comically. I wasn’t going full force at that stage, as you could maybe tell… if I was, I’d have probably snapped his leg in half. But no, taking the time to embarrass him that little bit more was much too worth it. His pigheaded arrogance was stacked so high, which just meant there was that much more for me to chip away. And after all the obstacles he put before me, how long I had to wait for it, and all the crimes he’d committed… his defeat just HAD to be the most thorough I’d ever dished out. 

It goes without saying but he was growing increasingly frustrated, both in how the ‘fight’ was going and, I’d imagine, sexually. The flustered fury on his face was just awesome to see. I hated giving someone like him any measure of gratification really but if it meant his torment became that much deeper, I was ready to jump on it.

With my next move, I feigned a high kick towards his head which, of course, caused him to cry out in fear and duck down to his knees, covering up with his arms. I just left my leg hanging there in the air, until he quizzically stood up straight and found himself staring. Slowly I lowered my leg until it found itself draped on his shoulder. Curling around his torso I used it to pull him in closer… and then I let my inner thigh caress his cheek.

“Ohhh… God they’re just… so soft and smooth. They’re long and… they’re thick, but only in all the right places...” he moaned. “There’s nothing I hate more than… a musclewoman… no girl should look like that, but this is different. Not bulky but much beyond toned, it’s... I can’t… describe it...”

Even now he managed to disgust me, but I ignored that and simply answered. “No surprise you couldn’t think of the words... what you’re looking for is ‘feminine might’, little man. This… is what it looks like.”

He nodded stoically, though I don’t feel like any words were getting through to him at that moment. As though he were in a trance, he hesitantly lifted his hand up and placed it on my hip, giving me a soft caress. That was my cue, I threw my planted leg up as well, and coiled both of them around his head as I lunged backwards. Nailing a picture perfect hurricanrana, I flipped him onto his back and landed with my knees in his face.

I hopped up to my feet and raised an arm, taking in the adulation from my adoring crowd of appreciative rescuees. Verpa grunted and groaned in a most unattractive manner as he picked himself up. “Urrggh, stop toying with me! You women are MY playthings! That is your rightful place… so stop being such a BITCH!” he yelled as he reared his fist back and swung perhaps the most telegraphed punch I’d ever seen at me. 

I put so little effort into dodging this that I felt like I was moving in slow motion, yet still I easily ducked his blow and whipped behind him, letting his momentum carry him forward. He ended up face-to-face with a chick who greeted him with her fingers in the shape of an ‘L’ on her forehead and her tongue out mockingly. Somehow that didn’t lighten his mood as he whirled around just in time to see me land a jump kick, blasting him in the chest.

That sent him barreling back into the sea of women, who were all too enthusiastic to catch him only to send him bounding back to me, akin to a wrestler bouncing off ring ropes. Verpa found himself stumbling into me, his arms wrapping around me just to catch himself, his face pressed against my washboard stomach. “Owww… what, was that your body I rammed into…?”

He looked up at me, bewildered. Laughing, I nodded, “Harder than it looks, isn’t it? Here, let me fix that real quick...”

With that I gave a quick flex, tensing every muscle in my torso, letting him see the full extent of definition that hid just beneath the surface. His eyes went wide as he slowly pulled his face away and stepped back, taking it in. Gradually he looked down, studying his own physique… it wasn’t bad, really. I just made it LOOK bad...

Hilariously his insecurity took over and he felt the need to return the flex, trying desperately to match me. But he simply didn’t… he obviously hadn’t gone through near the same training as me. Judging from the testes I have to imagine he’d dabbled in steroids. 

“You’re… maybe you’re a better fighter than me but that doesn’t mean you’re stronger than me!” he whimpered. It was priceless watching him try to retain some measure of masculine dignity. “C-Come on, I’m a big man, I’ll show you!” he yelled as lunged out at me with his arms outstretched, trying to grapple me. 

“Oh okay, so we’re doing this now...” I casually commented as I accepted, taking him by the hands. All I had to do was stand there with my hands locked and watch as he started shoving against me. He pushed off the ground with his feet, clearly putting everything he had into trying to push me. Of course I wasn’t moving a muscle.

Verpa came up closely against me, our bodies pressing together. His expression soured even more at this, a reminder of how much more solidly built I was. There was no doubt he was much, much weaker than me, it actually seemed like he was hurting himself, his arms shaking violently as he was trying to push against me. 

Seeing him groan and wheeze as he faltered miserably, I couldn’t help but try and make it a little bit worse for him. So I released one of his hands and continued to push him back with just one of them now. He grabbed onto my remaining hand with both of his, putting all of his might behind trying to shove against me when I obviously wasn’t even putting forth half of my best. His expression was hilarious, the fright and humiliation mixing beautifully. 

“Wh-what… the… f-fuck…?!” he choked out. 

Even his legs were trembling as he did his best to budge me. I put my free hand to my mouth in an exaggerated yawn, showing off how hilariously easy he was making this for me.

Taking some time to rub the imaginary sleep from my eyes, I glanced his way. “Ngh… so uh, when does the test of strength start? I’m getting a little impatient over here.” I mocked. “That IS what you wanted to do when you came at me, right? Show me how strong you are…?”

His teeth grit, his eyes watering, he hollered, “Auuuggh I hate yooouu!”

“Mkay, well I’m going to go ahead and start now if that’s alright with you.” I answered before giving a light push with my lone hand, bringing him swiftly to the floor. Verpa found himself bent over backwards, stood on his toes. I was just there kneeling by his side, my one hand pinning down both of his. I rested my cheek on my opposite fist as I smirked, watching him squirm. After just taking in that image for a bit, I raised my free hand and brought it down in a smack to his bruising stomach. That brought a grizzly scream from his throat and I loved it so much I needed a replay, so I smacked him again.

“I’d yell ‘pink belly!’ but I think it’s more apt to say black-and-blue...” I taunted.

Bringing him back up to his feet by my vice grip on his hands, I thrust my knee into his weakened gut, and left him doubled over, draping him over my leg. I proceeded to grab the back of his pants and gradually pulled them down, just enough to expose his ass. He shook madly as I held onto him, his pitiful shrieks making it very clear how little he wanted this. Too bad…

Savoring the moment I held my free hand up high, before bringing it down with all my might, giving him a vicious spanking. “N-Nooo!!” he shouted like a petulant child as I continued on, smacking his bared cheeks time and again. I gave my hand a long, showy lick to a delighted response from the spectators who were really eating this up. I gave him one last full force spank, my hand sinking into his flesh. 

I looked at my handiwork, giggling as I saw the little handprint I’d left. I’d made my mark on his ass, claiming it as my own. Capping this off, I reared my leg back and sent another knee into his devastated mid-section before letting him fall roughly to the hard floor. He scampered away, frantically pulling his pants up and holding onto his ass while he tried to crawl from me. 

With a very necessary cartwheel, I again placed myself in front of him. Grabbing him by the hair before he could make a move, I roughly pulled him to his feet and commenced with a combination of blows, a forearm blow to the face, a palm strike to the chest, a front kick to the gut, doubling him over for a knee to the face that stood him straight up. 

He stood, just barely, before me. He staggered dazedly and I just shook my head as I stared at him. I simply blew on him and to my delight he happened to fall at that exact moment. Just a coincidence… maybe. I stalked him like a deadly predator, even though he was the predator here and I was the justice that he so rightly deserved. Like the coward he was, he scooted his well-spanked ass across the floor as he feebly tried to back away from me. 

I was being so deliberate that I gave him time enough to get onto his feet and dash away. Curious as to where he’d run next, I just watched as he ended up rushing over to his throne. He grabbed at the naturally phallic armrest, and to my surprise picked up a select piece of it… it was a hidden phone, of all things.

He pressed a single button on it before putting it to his face. “Captain Callahan! Captain, please p-pick up! We have a situation in the throneroom, I need backup NOW! Emergency Escape Order 6, I repeat, Emergen-”

He stopped as though he’d been cut off. It was weak, but I could pick up a voice on the other side. “...sir we’re… situation...”

“...Wh-what?! What do you mean you’re under attack?!” Verpa shouted. “You’re right outside my castle right now, aren’t you?! What the hell could possibly-”

As though on cue, at that moment the castle seemed to shake as though a tremor had hit the island. It was brief, lasting only for a few seconds, but jarring nonetheless. The less-than-regal ‘king’ was stunned by this turn of events. “What… in blazes…?”

Intrigued, I stood there with my arms folded, continuing to spectate as he grabbed the opposite armrest and spun it around to reveal a control panel. A quick flurry of button presses caused a large monitor to descend from the ceiling. The screen turned on to show the surrounding forest… the camera was clearly airborne and shaking. My best guess is it was part of some sort of drone. In any event it kept moving until it showed a wide shot of the entire castle exterior. What I saw around it made my heart soar…

There, was a litany of bodies on the broken drawbridge I’d left open, strewn about the moat and the surrounding field. A couple dozen henchmen had already been taken out, and that’s just the ones I could see. Only a handful of men were still standing…

And they weren’t standing for long. 

We happened to tune in just in time to see, there in the field just in front of the fallen bridge, none other than Sylvia, who apparently still hadn’t found a good replacement top, mulekicking a man in the groin. This doubled him over, making him easy pickings for a beheading with her trademark saber. 

Meanwhile, to my shock, Kirra was there as well, putting up a fight herself! She’d just socked a man in the jaw when another came up from behind and grabbed her! I was concerned for a moment, but thankfully she still had her trusty taser handy. She managed to jab it into his thigh, sending electric volts surging through the both of them - indeed, zapping herself just to hurt him - and causing them to collapse. 

Kirra weakly crawled over to the guy she’d just knocked out and grabbed the rifle he was carrying. By the time the man she’d tased had groggily risen to his feet, she’d rolled onto her back, aimed the rifle right at his chest and filled him full of lead. The average everyday woman, forced into slavery just a day ago, had truly found the amazon that hid within her. The same one that lies in every true woman…

As for the tremor, that came again after a missile hit the base of the bridge, detaching it from the castle entirely. The enormous hunk of wood just floated away… and the culprit? Why the man in the chopper of course… my team had managed to find and hijak one of Verpa’s own attack helicopters, and Tim was in there manning it! All three of my allies proving invaluable in this, the final strike to ‘King’ Manum Verpa’s patriarchal rule!

Sylvia easily took down the last of the men, and absconded with one of their rifles. Slowly staring up into the air, she seemed to be looking directly at the camera. Showing incredible accuracy that I never realized she had, she managed to fire at, and destroy the drone, cutting off the signal. That left Verpa sitting there, absolutely dumbfounded.

Chuckling, I noted, “I don’t think what’s left of your men are getting in here anytime soon.”

“Th-this… this… I...” he stuttered. “NO! This can’t be happening! This isn’t real, this is…!”

I closed the gap between us as he carried on like that. He didn’t even notice me, as he was slackjawed, staring at the static that now filled the monitor. So it came as quite a surprise to him when I wrapped my arms around him and judo tossed him off the chair and to the floor.

“No one’s going to save you from me.” I coldly declared as I stormed over to him, and again he crawled away, trying desperately to avoid his just desserts. 

As though he forgot where he was, he again found his back against the women he’d ensnared, leaning against a few pairs of lovely legs. Trembling, he picked himself up as I assumed a stance, one leg picked up from the ground, letting him see this next kick coming. 

Just before I launched it, he jerked to the side… and grabbed one of the women from the crowd. It was Diane, and he pulled her out in front of him as a human shield. I stopped my assault, my foot coming inches from blasting her in her terrified face.

She struggled in his arms as he held her in a full nelson, truly doing everything he could to avoid taking any more of the punishment he deserved. The fear in her eyes, it was... familiar. For that brief moment she was again under his power. I couldn’t let that stand.

“Jump.” I calmly commanded. “Lean back and jump as high as you can. Trust me.”

Diane looked me in the eye… she put her faith in me and did as I said. She couldn’t get out of his grasp, but she did manage to kick her legs off from the floor and force him to carry her weight for a moment. This cleared enough of a path for me, and in that split second before she dropped back down, I went down to a knee and launched a furious uppercut. It’s aim was true, and my fist smashed brutally into his balls. 

Verpa’s scream echoed throughout the enormous throneroom, and Diane managed to slip from his weakened grip as she landed on her feet. A smile spreading on her cute face, we shared a high five, our hands meeting just as the son of a bitch hit the floor.

“Wow, you must have really good reflexes!” she praised me, as I looked down at the fallen ‘king, who was currently in a fetal position, cradling his manhood.

“Considering the targets, pretty good aim too...” I chided, winking at the liberated lady.

She just gave me a blank stare for a moment before realization hit. “Ohhhh, because of his balls! Heh, they’re really small aren’t they?”

“Yep, that uh, was the joke.” I sighed.

She nodded and returned to the crowd, calling back, “You’re doing great!”

I walked over to Verpa and stood over him, bending over to look down on him, my hands on my thighs as I mockingly asked, “How are you doing down there? How did that last shot feel, hm?”

“Like some b-bitch just whacked me in the genitals with a baseball bat…” he answered through grit teeth, his shame turning to fury as he glared up at me.

“No no no, that was my arm.” I corrected, but I studied his gaze and saw his line of sight… went right to my titties, dangling above his head. For once I wasn’t putting them up in his face and jiggling them on purpose, it’s just what happened. And he was entranced… I darted to the left, and to the right, but his eyeline followed my bosoms studiously. No amount of pain to even his testicles seemed to get him to stop yearning for my body.

Without a word, I bent down until my tits were juuuust about to touch his face… weakly he took a hand off his crotch and reached for them. I stepped back, just making some distance between us. Pathetically he rolled onto his front, forcing himself up to his knees as he reached out with both hands, no longer protecting his groin at all. I was tempted to just punt his balls into oblivion, I had it lined up perfectly, but it was far too early to think about rupturing them when was there was so much pain left to inflict on them. 

So I just kept backing up slowly and he followed, shuffling along on his knees before finally getting up. He walked along with me, his hands longing for my enormous, hypnotically swaying titties. I couldn’t help but marvel at how effective it was.

“You know I’ve seen this before but… it’s usually with men that are helplessly sexless. Decades-long virgins or close enough… but you’re different.” I mused. “I mean you’ve forced yourself on more women than I care to imagine… God knows how many times your grubby hands have stolen a grope. And yet it’s never enough, is it?” 

I stopped and allowed his fingers to alllmost touch them, before grabbing him by the wrists. But even this didn’t get his attention to wander, he just stared dead-on at my breasts and continued attempting to reach and squeeze for them. I continued, “You’re more dumbstruck by them than a horny teenager just awakened… just as I said, you’re a slave to the female body. Because you’re a slave to your cock...”

Glancing down, I looked at his dickbulge running down his inner thigh, fully erect as it had been the whole time. Gripping his wrists tighter, I growled, “...Allow me to liberate you.”

With no more warning than that, and in his state he clearly didn’t heed that one anyway, I fired off a roundhouse kick to his cock. I wasn’t holding back here… and I heard a loud snap, like the crack of a whip. After being able to ignore it for some time, I felt an enormous wave of pleasure running up and down my entire body. A significant burst of wetness arose from me as I felt his cock give way… my attack had snapped it in half, I could see the break. Like the titanic, his dick had split and caved in on itself. 

My eyes darted up to look into his, I NEEDED to see his reaction to that. But confusingly, he just grunted in pain, rather than the horrific scream I expected. As he struggled from my grip, I released his wrists and he simply shot to a fighting stance, to try and defend himself from further attack. Raising an eyebrow, I glanced back and forth from his destroyed penis to his face. The crowd went silent, expressions befuddled as they too seemed to be waiting to see his response.

Taking note of my gaze, Verpa slowly looked down at the ruined bulge… and after a pause, he looked back up at me before putting his hands to his brutalized cock. “Uh, n-n-nnnoooo… NO! Wh-what have you done to me?! M-My cock, no!!”

He backed up, clutching itself and shouting, but after becoming intimately familiar with what his screams of misery sounded like, it seemed extremely unconvincing to me. Cocking my head, I could only come to one conclusion… and a few voices from the crowd backed it up. 

“It’s fake!” a familiar redhead spoke up. Lillian yelled, “He tries to disguise it even in bed but I’ve seen it! No one believes me but that’s not his cock at all!”

I gave him a stern look as he shook his head. “Sh-she lies, that was absolutely my cock…!”

Rushing up, I tackled him painfully to the floor. He struggled and yelled, “Stop, stop, you’ve done enough, no!” as I grabbed him by the waistband and ripped his baggy, leather pants off of him. He had but a tight thong on underneath… and there, strapped to his thigh, were the remnants of a massive, flesh-covered dildo. It was snapped in two, the top half rolling off of his legs and onto the floor. 

“...Somehow, the thought of that never occured to me. But I always did struggle to understand how such a tiny man could have such a huge penis. So it’s a fake cock, just there to show off a bulge. You truly are an insecure man...” I noted, nodding as this made all the sense in the world to me. “Well then. Let’s see what the real deal looks like...”

I reached towards his thong but his flailing hands blocked my way. I grabbed them and pinned them to his sides as I instead bowed my head down between his legs. Biting down onto his thong, like a beast I ripped it right off of his body. 

The sound of laughter was immediate and thunderous, echoing all throughout the room as the dozens of scantily-clad/naked women all came together, pointing and laughing at his… I could barely even call it a manhood. Even ‘babypenis’ felt like giving it too much credit, it seemed to be just… impossibly small. 

I dropped the torn thong from my teeth and after the shock of this absolute parody of a penis appearing right before my face wore off I started laughing myself. First gently, but then slowly growing to an uproarious volume. I felt tears stream down my face, it took a few moments before I realized I was actually crying with laughter.

Having to show this off I stood up and pulled him up with me. Locking his arms behind him I pushed him forward, displaying to him to the crowd. Slowly I led him marching back and forth, giving every last one of his former victims a close-up look at his diminutive dick. They all got their fill, laughing and catcalling, many making gestures mocking his size. My favorite was the one with the hand to her crotch, shaking her pinkie.

“Hahahahaha, ‘Magnum Verpa’… I’m aware of what that means, yannow. Latin for “big penis”, basically… your very name is a lie.” I mocked. “And by the way you’re not really a king either.”

Finally, after holding it in for so long, he was in tears himself, crying openly as he outright lied, “N-Nooo… I have a big penis… I DO...”

Snickering, I replied, “Dude, you have a pimple for a pecker.”

The crowd continued catcalling until unifying in a singular chant. “Pimple Pecker! Pimple Pecker! Pimple Pecker!”

Bursting out laughing again, I shouted, “Ahaha, see, now THERE’S a good name for you, little guy! Prince Pimple Pecker!

He shut his eyes tight, trying desperately to pretend he was anywhere else, but there was no escaping this. He had earned this torment tenfold. After waiting for the laughter to slowwwly die down, I kicked his legs out from under him, forcing him to backflip through the air and land face-first on the floor. Just as he tried lifting his head up, I strode in and nailed him with my instep, my shin slamming into his face with enough force to flip him onto his back. 

Watching him lay there miserable, I called out, “If you have the world’s smallest cock, cry like a bitch about it!” and that was excellently timed, as he seemed to outright respond directly to it with a tearful wail. Reaching down and grabbing him by the throat, I lifted him up into the air, his feet inches off the floor as I choked him. 

“P-Please… no more...” he pleaded, struggling to eek out any words with my hand wringing his neck. “I’ve had… enough...”

I looked over his battered body and of course my eyes again settled on that pathetic, puny little joke of a penis. For just about any other man, that alone would earn my genuine pity. To see it on anyone else I’d feel far too bad for them, the life they must lead, the self-image they must have, to want to add any more misery to their life. But for this man…

For this man, I reared my leg back as far as I could and let him see what I was about to do, reading the fear and anguish in his crying eyes. “No…” he begged.

Releasing his throat, I launched my leg like it was shot out of a cannon, my rockhard shin burying itself deeply into his groin. His testicles, while laughably small in their own right, looked enormous in comparison to his almost literally microscopic penis and seeing them (not really) hanging there, it was just far too inviting a target to ignore.

Finally, I’d delivered a straight-up front kick to his nuts. Verpa hung there on my foot as my leg just kept extending. He keeled over, hugging my powerful leg, trying to take some of his weight off of his balls. I decided I wouldn’t allow that, putting a finger to his forehead and forcing him to sit up straight as he straddled my leg. I also gave my leg a little shake, letting him bob up and down on my shin, tormenting his nuts that little bit more.

“P-P-P-P-P-Pleeaase...” he hilariously squealed, his voice reaching a brand new octave. 

“Oh fine, I’ll move my leg...” I conceded, rolling my eyes. That’s exactly what I said, and that’s exactly what I did. Moving with lightning speed, I dropped my leg and then raised it right back up, kicking him in the crotch again in mid-air. A blood-curdling holler pierced the heavens, and with that I actually removed my leg, letting him fall and cradle his damaged goods.

Just to ensure his exposure was complete, I went down and stripped off what little else he had on, taking off his shoes and adornments, leaving him entirely nude. Now we were both naked, though we were hardly on an equal level.

Watching him there, I was in two minds. I enjoyed his misery but now that I’d gotten going on his bare balls, I really resented his hands as they kept me from making direct contact. I looked around to see if there was a means to bind them handy, but it quickly hit me that this was a silly notion, no need for that at all…

I grabbed him by the hair and blatantly dragged him a few feet across the floor before picking him up. I asked, “Who wants to hold his arms back for me?” and to the shock of no one, a horde of hands were raised as all the women hopped up and down, eager for the chance.

They all clearly wanted to participate in the destruction, so I opted to simply shove him into the crowd. A number of women joined in grabbing his arms and held them tightly until they were chickenwinged behind his back. As a huge added bonus, several other ladies knelt down so that they may grab his legs and separate them. Upon further inspection, I realized they were the same women he forced to stay on his lap before. They were fondling his lower half in an entirely new way now, and my were they beaming with delight about it. 

The one he had crassly referred to as 50DD just before the beginning of our fight, if you want to call it that, spoke up in biting sarcasm. “Ohh, master! Let me stroke your huge cock!” she said as she placed her hand on his inner thigh and caressed what was left of his false member, the bottom half of which was still strapped to him. 

My hands on my hips, I eyed him up and down, adoring the situation before me as this once proud tyrant had been turned into my personal training dummy. He stared at me with begging eyes, still searching for mercy and finding none. 

I stepped up and grabbed him by the shoulders, pressing my breasts into his chest, licking my lips with anticipation as I gazed into his eyes. Meekly he uttered, “Be gentle...”

Of course I replied, “Fuck no.”

Thusly I commenced kneeing him in the groin, alternating rights and lefts as I smashed my kneecaps into his nuts. When doing something like this I often like to also alternate targets, going for the left or right teste, but his were actually small to the point of this being impossible even for my precision. There are worse problems than that however so I happily went on, each shot smashing both of his balls. 

I gave a nice delay between each, letting one crushing knee sink in before the next came in. The crowd of women seeing this eventually started counting along, starting with, “5! ...6! ...7!”

As my knees crushed his crotch, I grunted in effort, getting deep into it as I laid everything into his testicles, taking them to their absolute limit everytime. It wasn’t long until they were groans of lust, as my wetness came to a head… this was another reason I was taking my time as the friction between my legs would be unbearable at rapid-fire. “...13! ...14! ...15!”

Growing more ravenous with every shot, I growled into his ear, “This is for...” banging knee to the nuts, “...every… single… ONE...” enormous smash to the testes, “...of the women… that you’ve VIOLATED...” my kneecap just bouncing off his balls. “...so you get one in the groin… for EACH of them!” crying was all he could do in response to my next knee. 

I continued on, as did the women… “...20! ...21! ...22!”

 “And I don’t know… how MANY…” vicious knee, “...you’ve forced to pleasure your little DICK...” this one made for a particularly loud thud, “...so I’m going to make sure you have a lifetime of crotch kicks ahead of you, just to be sure.”

Verpa found himself screaming until his voice was shot, my every blow threatening to send his testicles up into his pelvis. And I was howling right there along with him. The crowd diligently counted along all the way to 50 where I paused… not to rest or anything, I could pound a man’s balls all night, but to try and let the sexual high wear off a bit as I still wasn’t ready to finish him, so I wasn’t ready to finish myself either.

During this respite, I admired my handiwork, as his testicles had been quite thoroughly brutalized already. “Damn, look how swollen they’ve gotten… they’re ALMOST up to being average-sized now.”

His eyes seemed glazed… if not for the constant revitalization of his pain keeping him awake he may have passed out from the anguish. He didn’t seem to be all there… and I wanted him lucid enough to hear my jabs at his manhood, so I slapped him silly until his eyes focused on me. 

“You still there? Hm…? Good.” I remarked as he meekly nodded his head. “I just wanted to apologize… I’m sure this is a huge disappointment, but… when we first spoke, I promised to feed you your own genitals. I promised that you would choke to death on your own cock. But now I see that I can’t make good on that promise… you could never choke on something that small, you’d swallow it without even thinking.”

“Urrgghh…” was his pained groan as it seemed as though he still hadn’t come to terms with his, small stature. “Not… that… sm-small...”

He could barely speak yet he felt the need to waste energy on displaying his denial of the truth. “No, seriously though, it is. Like I’m shocked that any woman was ever able to give you a blowjob without just inhaling it whole. Maybe that’s what their ‘training’ was really for, you were trying to condition them to work with that thing without destroying it. No wonder all your men seemed so sexually frustrated...”

I took a step or two back, giving myself just enough space to launch into a dropkick, the balls of each of my feet slamming powerfully into his nuts. As he howled and I landed on my back, I made sure that I didn’t remove my feet from his groin. I laid there, folding my arms behind my head and simply lounged casually on the floor as I pushed my feet further into his crotch, driving his nuts deeper into his pelvis. 

“Your balls have to drop some time after your birth...” I noted. “...I think I’m going to send them back where they came from if that’s alright with you.”

His hoarse whisper of a wail was his only defense as I pushed my feet off and on his balls, gas pedaling his nutsac as the term goes. This started slow but gradually sped up and now I was basically just lightly stomping his testicles.

“Mmm, do you mind if I get a bit of a workout in?” I sarcastically asked. Since I was more or less in position for it anyway I started to do some sit-ups as my feet pumped his manhood. This new little insult seemed to land, as his expression twisted into bewildered agony rather than just the usual agony. 

“Ahaha, it’s like just beating him up doesn’t even count as exercise to her!” Diane helpfully and loudly explained to everyone around her. This got her a couple of dirty looks and she didn’t seem to understand why.

I took this a step further, advancing onto crunches… and as I did, I was just outright stomping his nuts into paste at that point, my legs working like a piston as they battered his already tortured balls.

“How’s this now? You feeling the burn as much as I am?” I playfully asked as I gave my abs an intense workout. “Not gonna stop ‘til I’ve worked up a sweat… and just a fair warning, but I have some ridiculous cardio. I mean I needed to if I was gonna take down your entire kingdom in less than 24 hours. Feel free to tell me your thoughts on that, by the way...”

His thoughts on that sounded a lot like the tormented screams of a tortured, broken man. That was music to my ears, so I kept it playing for quite a while, my feet pounding his balls until they were black and blue, and had swollen several times their normal size. 

Finally I finished, hopping to my feet, panting madly. “Hoo! Finally, someone here who can… wear me out… hahah, you’re the king for a reason.” I taunted. “God, my core is on fire right now. If I went any longer, my muscles mighta locked up on me… it’s how I made my body so tight of course, but the actual feeling of it tightening, takes some getting used to. I’m sure you don’t have any idea what I’m talking about though, considering… well...”

I smirked and gave a little backhand to his beaten belly, which was feeling softer to my touch all the time. With how delirious with pain he’d become, I doubt he could even register that insult, and even if he could, that pain was likely the only thing he could feel… probably not much room for humiliation at that point. 

“More, more! We want more!” one of the women cried out.

“You CAN’T bust this guy’s balls enough, he’ll always deserve more!” another remarked.

I shrugged. “Well, I can’t disappoint such a lovely audience...”

Bringing my hand to his balls, I gave them a gentle fondle, and they were so unbelievably tender that this was already far too much for him. Making him screech in catastrophic torment without even truly cupping those testicles… what a time to be alive. “Mmm, that’s right, give it to me… these bad boys are ripe. Much, much easier targets now… and you know what else, Prince Pimple Pecker? I bet they would make excellent stress balls!”

Ready to prove that little hypothesis, I gently squeezed his genitals and his body spasmed just from that. Gradually, my clasp tightened, I loved the visual of my thumb pressing deeper and deeper into his scrotum. You could say I was really milking it, with how slowly I put on the pressure. 

Adjusting myself a bit, I focused my squeeze entirely on his left ball, so that I could naturally bring my other hand to his right, giving each of them a solid, equal clench. I was not about to let up on this asshole after everything he’d done, so I grit my teeth and put my discipline training to the ultimate test, as I was definitely risking rupture with how much power I put into that ball grab. Any moment they could’ve given way, flattening in my very hands. I was good about not getting carried away and avoiding popping nuts until I was damn good and ready to, but I’d also never been that passionate about a beatdown before…

Taking a deep breath, I loosened my grip just enough to let him fade back into lucidity. Looking into his eyes, I breathily remarked, “I was right… they’re wonderful for unwinding after a hard day’s work. I needed this... hmhm, thanks l’il Verpa.”

Himself entirely out of air from letting his turmoil out, he willed up enough energy to say, “You… are… a true cunt...”

“Hey, what are you mad at me for? I’m just a simple engineer...” I quipped. “...only here to tighten your nuts!”

With that I began twisting them like a doorknob made of flesh. With one hand I held them in place, keeping them from going back to their natural state, as with the other I twisted again and again, slowly tangling his testes into a torturous knot. This succeeded in bringing him to a whole new level of hurt and seemed to have minimal risk of crushing them to boot. 

As his nads were tied around each other in a nigh-on grotesque fashion, I slowly but surely pulled them away from him, adding on that much pressure. His drawn out wail as I pulled them out to their limit was just breathtaking… so after the slo-motion display was done, I repeated the technique in real time. After pushing his scrotum back where it allegedly belonged, I viciously yanked it towards me and for a moment I saw his eyes roll into the back of his head. This pain was his entire universe, there was nothing else in his world but my hand on his balls.

I kept them out there, pulled out as far as they could go and wrapped my fist around the base of his sac, his contorted, twisted testicles sticking out for all the world to see. Taking my time with him, as I had for most of the onslaught, I reared my leg back gradually and completely, until the bottom of my foot was just about touching the back of my head. His eyes seemed to refocus themselves just in time to see this. 

That terror, that dread, filling the very soul of the worst mankind has to offer… it’s what I live for. 

That next instant, my knee came crashing into his mangled nuts and if I hit it even that slightest bit harder they’d have exploded on the spot. Frankly I still had to inspect them afterwards because the cracking sound that was made when my kneecap smashed his manhood was loud and hideous. But no, I’d still managed to spare them, atleast for the moment…

This one didn’t have a scream though, as the anguish had finally intensified to the point of him passing out from the pain. His head was bowed down and he fell limp in the arms of the women who were still diligently restraining him.

“D’aww, little guy’s all tuckered out.” I chided, as I walked to the right of him. “Bet he’ll still feel this one in the morning, though...”

Carefully ensuring that I was at the exact proper distance, and with a bit of a flourish, I performed a backflip, my feet pressed together as they rose up and the tops of them simultaneously smacked into Verpa’s balls, bouncing them violently and jerking him awake with a truly humiliating squeal. 

“Heh, light sleeper… but hey, on the bright side, this has done you a lot of good, size-wise. Your balls didn’t stick out near enough for that kick to land an hour ago!” I graciously informed him as I reached down and playfully cradled his decimated privates, much to his discomfort. “Not sure I can do the same for that little pencil eraser you got there though...”

Giving his pecker a tight pinch, I marveled at my discovery. “Wow, are you… actually aroused, like, is this… what it’s like when it’s hard? I mean ‘hard’ in a very loose sense of the word, but, you really have been erect this whole time? Does it, just disappear when it’s flaccid?” I inquired, much to his visible dismay. I was genuinely curious, it was to the point of being medically fascinating, I was shocked it was possible for a dick to even function at that size. 

He didn’t seem to want to respond, big shock, and then I remembered what I was doing. Just to mock him that bit further I pulled his incredibly tiny wang out from his groin, painfully torturing his penis, which he responded to with many a spasm. I brought it out as far as I could, but it reached it’s very, very short limit immediately. “Mmm… one solid jerk and I’d rip it right off. It’s actually harder to avoid doing it, really...” I casually commented, before letting it fall back to it’s normal state. “Hm, nope, doesn’t look like I’ll be able to giving it the stretching out it desperately needs… sorry about that, little guy.”

Verpa looked up at me with an incredibly defeated expression. “...How long must this go on…? Why don’t… you just… kill me?”

“Ohhh, poor little Prince Pimple Pecker, that’s an easy one...” I mockingly cooed, grabbing him by the chin and staring into his eyes. “...because you deserve so much worse than death.”

Stepping to his left, I again measured the distance, and he weakly begged me off, “Nononono, my poor, poor genitals… don’t do it… they deserve so much better, so, so much better...”

Entirely ignoring him, I again performed a flip, but a front flip this time. My feet pressed together, I launched into a double axe kick, slamming each of my heels into the top of his scrotum. He attempted yet another hoarse howl but nothing came out… for the moment, he’d lost his voice. And not a single tear was shed…

Glancing towards the women that held him, I uttered, “Let him go.”

“What? You’re not done, are you…?” one asked.

Many other raised complaints about this, but I put up a hand and they went quiet. “Oh no, I still have more in mind for him before we leave… trust me, let me have him.”

Gesturing for them to toss him my way, they happily accepted, shoving him into my arms. With one hand on his genitals and another on his throat, I picked him up and held him high above my head like a trophy. He lay limp, and as beaten and bloodied as he was, you wouldn’t be scolded for assuming he was a corpse. But no, he wasn’t dead… just dead inside.

Just showing off my strength, I lifted him up and down, up and down, like I was benchpressing the bastard. I looked out into the crowd. “Hmm… on second thought, I think I’ve been a bit selfish hogging him to myself for so long… how about you girls get a turn~?”

Their beautiful faces lit up at the sound of that, and I couldn’t possibly turn down such enthusiasm for beating up a deserving man. So I threw him into the sea of grabbing hands. They held him up for a bit but swiftly scattered, letting him fall solidly to the floor. The room was filled with excited shouting as the big lineup of women converged into a circle around his weak body and the lot of them proceeded to attack him all at once. 

With so many womanly bodies blocking my view it was a bit hard to make out everything that happened to him, but there’s no doubt that he was besieged with an intense flurry of fists, feet, knees, elbows, headbutts… whatever parts of them could reach him, they hit him with. Perhaps inspired by me I noticed one woman, probably the most well-endowed on the island, slam her tits down onto his face. 

I just watched in delight letting this happen for a bit. At one point several women took to grabbing his limbs and hoisting him in the air, playing tug of war with his body… I thought his arms and legs would all come just popping right off. As this went on, one woman who found herself left out of this greedily climbed over another’s head and ended up diving right onto him. They managed to keep him aloft, so his body had to absorb all the impact of that.

This set off a chain reaction, as about a dozen more followed suit until finally they all collapsed on top of him, the world’s sexiest dogpile crushing the fallen king’s form. He’d gone through a trampling beyond my wildest dreams… and believe me, I’ve had a lot of dreams about men getting trampled. 

During all this I’d been thinking about my next move, how could I give him yet more pain and knock him down even more pegs than I already had…? After scanning my environment for a bit, something hit me. Putting my hands to my mouth, I hollered, “Hey, I promise you’ll all get a go at him again, but I have an idea! Toss him back to me for just a second?”

They minded me, gathering him up above them like a rockstar post-stage dive. Working together to move him towards me, they heaved him to the floor at my feet. Good God, he was a mess… an utter shell of himself, and he was always a hollow excuse for a man. I grabbed him by the nape of his neck and pulled him up just to look at his battered face. His eyes were glazed over… it would take some of the fun of my next move if he wasn’t lucid enough to realize it was happening, I needed to check and see if he was all there.

So I spat in his face. 

He let out a little, “Urgh…” which let me know he was still atleast somewhat aware, and wasn’t past the point of shame having no meaning. That was a relief for me, a huge weight off my shoulders… and gave me impetus to spit again, this time on his genitals, just in case I hadn’t made it clear what I thought of them.

As I did this, I marveled a bit. “My, are those balls really still intact? I know you got plenty of stomps to them just now, and pretty much everything else… those women aren’t trained to avoid rupture like I am.” I mused. “Heh, I guess for as small and worthless as your, cough, manhood is, it’s atleast resilient. Convenient~”

I proceeded to hoist him up into the air, my shoulder digging into his bruised abdomen as I carried him aloft. His head was facing in front of me as I whirled around to face the cage that failed so miserably to contain me, just a few yards away. Picking up a head of steam, I rushed right towards it and it did me some good to know he could see it coming.

Seeing no need to slow down at all, I just rammed him right into the steel, his head ending up painfully wedged between the huge, heavy bars. Letting go, I stepped back for a moment to appreciate how helpless he looked as his body slumped limp, held up by the head. After giving his ass a playful smack, I walked through the little hole I’d created earlier, entering the cage so that I could look into his crying eyes.

“Are you beginning to regret your life choices yet?” I asked him. “Do you perhaps understand now, where you went wrong? I mean, aside from being born with that punchline you call a cock, that wasn’t your choice I know...”

“...I deserve this...” he confessed.

Smiling at his progress, I nodded. “Yes. Every bit of it. Including what I have in store for you next.”

Giving the room a once-over, I spotted where I left the spear and picked it up. I’d done some real carnage with that bad boy since nabbing it, and while I wasn’t certain I wanted to take it with me off this island, I figured it was only right to have one last hurrah with it. Tapping the blood soaked tip of the weapon, I turned towards Verpa and mused, “Pretty phallic, isn’t it? I mean even more so than most stabbing weapons when you think about it. It’s no wonder then, that you hired a group that loved using these so much they named themselves after it.”

Having a bit of a fun with the fucker, I just let him watch nervously as I did a little baton routine with the spear, twirling it around elegantly, letting it spin amongst my fingers… without warning, I sent it skyrocketing up between the bars, the bottom of the wooden shaft smashing into his genitals. His weak little mewling was almost inaudible, he’d just about lost the will to suffer…

That was just the warm-up, though. Casually, using the spear like a walking cane I strolled back outside the cage and stood behind him. I loved that he had no way of seeing what I was about to do, and likely hadn’t thought to brace for it. He wasn’t even close to ready for this next attack.

After milking the moment with another flourish of a twirl, I thrusted the pointy end forward this time. My honed precision paid off in spades. I managed to perfectly split the cheeks as I stabbed him square in the ass. That cold, iron spearhead went directly up his anus and violently gored his insides. Even in the state he was in, that managed to bring out a truly furious scream.

Showing my usual level of compassion I didn’t stop until I couldn’t see the gray of the iron anymore, the spear had been rammed about a foot up his rectum by the time I was done. His constant, agonized shouts were drowned out by the standing ovation I was receiving from my gorgeous spectators. 

I turned to them and cupped my hands to my mouth, “That’s for everyone who he ever forced to take it up the ass!”

Still staring out at them, I held onto the wood of the spearhandle and shook it, letting it dig into his tender flesh a little bit more. I was certainly running the risk of him bleeding out, but I felt it wouldn’t be fatal as long as that spear remained firmly planted in his ass.

Using it as a handle, I unwedged him from the cage and let him fall to the ground, so he could savor this brand new level of pain at his own pace. Much as he wanted to stay down otherwise, sitting down seemed like a terrible experience at that time so he grabbed the bars and pulled himself up. He turned and took a couple of steps forward, with the most unnatural limp… seeing him walk like that was just too much, it was all I could do to keep from rolling on the floor laughing at the pathetic dipshit.

Looking back the girls, I declared, “Well… I think that’s MY finisher. What about you ladies? Did you get your fill of him?”

They were unified in shouting, ”NO!”

I smiled brightly. “Ohhh I was hoping you’d say that...”

Grabbing him beneath his arms I took control of him once more. Getting directly behind him was a bit tricky with that new protrusion of his… so I opted to simply hop onto it, letting my weight straddle the spear and send the head of it upwards, grinding deeper into his ass. He’d have fallen if not for me hooking his arms into a full nelson. I also made sure to pry his legs apart, locking mine with them.

Looking out past the poor, utterly fucked tyrant, I called out, “Alright! I want you all to try and form an orderly line… each and every one of you will get to take turns doing whatever the hell you want with him!”

The roar of applause was thunderous, and as expected they were anything but orderly, pushing and shoving and forcing their way to their spots in line. The only exception, as far as I could tell, was Lillian who for some reason seemed content to sit back, choosing to be the very last in line.

Finally, they managed to sort themselves out and they all stood singlefile. Some were smiling brightly about their liberation, others the face of fury as they were finally about to dish out their frustrations on their captor. One thing they all shared was an eagerness to give their beloved king the royal coronation he’d always deserved… and I was so proud to see that in their eyes.

I could feel Verpa trembling in fear but that’s all, he made no attempt to flee. Not even when I released one of his arms for a moment, in fact he made it a point to keep it up in the air anyway. The respect and fear for a woman had finally been hammered into him.

With my free hand I reached into my cleavage… deep, deep in there, where no man on this island was ever lucky enough to go. I undid a little velcro strap that I had hidden in there... incredibly uncomfortable at first but I got used to it. And there’s a certain magic to a woman hiding tools in her tits, atleast I always thought so. 

From the depths I pulled out a tiny little syringe that I’d had stored away, taking off the cap to reveal the needle and I made it a point to wave it in Verpa’s face. “I bet you were worried that these girls were going to rupture your nuts… since they’re not trained to avoid it and all.” I whispered coldly into his ear. “Well don’t worry. Where I work, we have some pretty wild scientific advancements. This little guy will make sure they stay intact, so that every one of them will have a turn with them! Not to mention all the ladies back in the Dominion...”

His mouth was agape as the meaning of this sunk in. I rubbed it in all the more, “That’s right… you’re going to WISH you could be castrated, you’re going to WISH we’d break your balls, so that the torment might stop. But that rupture will never happen for you… they’ll be our little targets until the day you die. So look forward to that.”

Rearing the needle back, I thrust it into his hip as hard as I could, stabbing him ruthlessly before injecting him with our beautiful little potion. I just let it sit there in his flesh as I glared into his pathetic eyes. “It needs a few moments to take effect, so get comfortable.” I informed him. “Heh… wild to think we have such a thing, right? It’s actually specifically made for when we need to torture info out of somebody. A minute or two of us going full-force on a man’s crotch will get them ready to reveal anything. But you’re the first to ever be a big enough monster for the chief to authorize it for pure punishment purposes… such a lucky man.”

“Hey! Are we doing this or what?!” the buck naked woman at the front of the line shouted, hopping up and down, her gargantuan breasts bouncing. They seemed to be as impatient and full of nervous energy about this as she was. “I, I’m just, I REALLY need this! He was making me suck his itty bitty teenie weenie just yesterday… I can STILL taste his semen on my tongue… let me at that fucker!”

“I understand, but give me just a moment…” I explained, holding my hand up to her. “Let me check and see if he’s ready.”

Stepping back to stand straight behind, I looked down to see his battered, swollen nuts peeking out from between his forcefully opened legs. I released my hold around his right ankle, and again he didn’t dare try to close the gap and protect himself in the slightest. Rearing my leg back, I shouted out from my very core a loud, “HI-YAH!” as I launched my knee at blinding speeds, making sure to only strike his left testicle. Finally, they were at the size where I could do that… my kneecap sunk deeply into his tender flesh. There was no doubt that under normal circumstances, it would cave in on contact, but it clearly remained when I removed my knee.

Sadly I couldn’t see his face, but from the sound of his breathless scream I’d say just about all the air in his lungs had seeped right out from them. Chuckling, I whispered into his ear, ”Now you know what half of my full strength feels like...” 

He said nothing. This whole time, knowing what was happening, he said nothing, not even having the heart to plead for mercy. I’d done it… I’d broken him. I’d broken the most stubborn, arrogant, delusional, outrageously chauvinist man I’d ever even heard of. Life was good. 

Content with the results of this experiment, I locked his arms and legs once more and shouted out, ”Ladies… HAVE AT HIM!”

“YEEEESSS!” the first woman howled as she ran full speed ahead towards him. She didn’t break her stride, slamming her instep viciously into his testicles. She kicked her leg so high in the air, she actually tripped on her ass after her bare foot smacked into his genitals, though thankfully none of the force was lost. Hastily she scrambled up to her feet and grabbed both of his balls, giving them a tight squeeze as she yelled a primal howl. What she lacked in training and discipline, she made up for in sheer feminine fury.

She truly went wild on his nuts, pulling them down into her rising knees, each shot coming with a an ear-splitting crunch. Verpa’s voice was entirely lost, he was far past the point of being able to scream, all he could do as take it, all of it. With my body pressed firmly behind him, he couldn’t even double over, not a single movement to try and lessen the blows. His testicles would bare the full brunt of everything these women threw at them, absorb every last bit of force. 

While the madwoman went to work, I noticed Lillian step away from the line and curiously over to the throne. She grabbed at the penile spire that topped off the lavishly designed chair, and easily dislodged it. A twist to the bottom of it caused the head to unfurl and reveal what looked like the tip of a microphone. 

She gave it a little test tap and indeed the feedback confirmed what it was. Lillian spoke into it, her beautiful voice echoing throughout the room. “Ladies and gentle… no. Ladies and the microdicked mockery of men that wished to ruin all of our lives for the sake of living out his depraved fantasy. Time and again I’ve been made to use this very mic to sing songs about King Magnum Verpa. About his masculinity, about his sexual prowess, about the size of his cock… songs that HE wrote. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to share with you a song that I have personally written… something I’ve been dying to sing ever since.”

“Man, that chair is amazing...” I murmured to myself, before yelling out, “Go ahead, Lillian! I’m sure it’ll make a wonderful soundtrack to his destruction.”

The songstress, who for the first time in far too long finally had a path back home, back to her shining singing career, nodded and smiled so brightly that it nearly blinded me even from that distance. Brushing her ravishing red hair out of her gorgeous face, she took a deep breath. Whilst the first woman in line finished her onslaught, not stopping until she was utterly winded, Lillian let loose her beautiful operatic tones…

“For so long, I've been your slave,

Letting you decide how I behave,

Doing whatever you tell me to,

Now I'd really like to tell you…”

As she eased into her aria, the line of women continued taking turns dishing out their own preferred revenge on Verpa. Some were satisfied with a lone, powerful shot to his balls or face, others attacked relentlessly like the first. Naturally he got more kicks to the crotch than you could count, but the variety was impressive. 

One girl seemed intent on sillier, cartooney attacks to further embarrass him, poking his eyes, stomping his feet, slamming her fist into the top of his head. She even gave him a little noogie, just to remind him how far the former king had fallen in this world.

“You've got a tiny diiiick!

And you really make me siiiick!

Such a pathetic maaaan,

compensating however you can...“

When I first met Lillian maybe an hour prior, she was very guarded, hiding her body and struggling to even look at me. Her time here made her ashamed of herself… but in that moment, her body language was as open as could be, her legs spread, her arms outstretched in victory as she poured her heart into singing her crude, but extremely accurate song. This day had re-instilled some confidence in her, she was proud of her body, proud to be who she was.

Meanwhile, the attack went on, with one woman swiftly taking him through the full range of ballbusting, a kick, a knee, an uppercut, a grab, twist and pull, finishing by kneeling down and nailing him with an elbow to his devastated testicles. The next went for a very different route. A clear wrestling fan, she nailed him with one knife edge chop to the chest after another, the sharp side of her hand smashing viciously into his flesh, until his chest was red and slightly bleeding. 

The animosity, the sheer loathing for this man ran as deeply as you’d expect… and after finally getting my horniness under control earlier, this onslaught wore me down. All of these women gaining their long-awaited revenge against the very king of bastards got me wet beyond belief and it only got more and more intense as the line went on.

“King Verpa I hate you so,

Forced to please you even though,

I bet even I could take you down,

without all your men around...”

After several turns of girls smashing his face and kicking his stomach, one woman, a brunette in the same kind of chains Kirra was bound in, returned to his nuts in a huge way, going down on her knees and using his swollen scrotum as a punching bag. She struck with such speed and ferocity that I wondered if she actually was a trained boxer. 

As her fists battered his balls, she counted along with it, surprisingly keeping it up with her rapid pace all the way to 98. At 99, she put her fists together and rammed them into the underside of his nuts. This caused them to bounce wildly as she reared her fist back and savored this last shot, comically winding her arm up. Shouting out with all her soul, she yelled, “100!” as she blasted a mind-bending uppercut into his groin, her fist sinking so deeply into his testicles that it actually seemed to disappear into his pelvis. 

Even in his voiceless state, Verpa had to croak out a response to this, groaning, “...Ohhh Goooodddd...”

This woman actually had to grip his hip and struggle to pull her fist from his crotch. Once she finally got it out, I greeted her with a high five as she stood up. “Very nice! What might your name be?”

“Brandy!” she answered with a toothy grin, her thumb and pinky extended in the classic ‘hang loose’ gesture. As she walked off, I made a mental note-to-self to invite her to a tryout at the Female Dominion HQ sometime…

Lillian’s dulcet tones sounded all the more sweet to me during that assault,

“Sex with you is a joke, 

I really think I'd rather croak.

I'd laugh if it weren't so sad,

How'd you get to be this bad?”

One of the women later in the line seemed to agree with that sentiment, as instead of physically attacking him, she used up her turn telling one vicious joke about his manhood after another. I think my favorite was, “Yannow you could’ve avoided all of this if you just jerked YOURSELF off… I’m sure there’s a pair of tweezers lying around here somewhere you could use!”

She followed that up by bending over and staring right at his groin. “Oh… you have a little gnat on you, here let me get that...” and obviously her next move was to give a demeaning little finger flick to his puny little pimple pecker.

To my amazement, in that moment, his groan went on a little longer than expected and… from that tiniest bit of direct stimulation, all the day’s teasing, all of the beautiful naked women in his sight finally got to him, and he came. He came directly into his balls… not a single drop of it spilled to the floor. Naturally ejaculation in his state was horrifically painful, and from the sound he made, I think his balls were so very tender, even his semen spurting onto them hurt at that point. Surely not the release he was looking for when this started.

Needless to say, the whole room erupted with laughter, Lillian struggling to keep from cracking up during her performance. The woman who caused it was naturally laughing the very loudest, making several cracks about him being a “No Hump Chump” as she walked past me.

“You say you'll make my ass your own,

Then you have to tell me when to moan,

'Cause God knows I can't feel your cock,

You truly have nothing in your joooock…”

Following suit with this, many of the women not only delivered their chosen form of punishment, but added their own little jabs about his size, his performance in bed, his physique and of course about how thoroughly and embarrassingly he’d been beaten up by a woman. Some felt that a little gesture, with a thumb and index finger less than an inch apart, sufficed to get the idea across. A couple of pinkies were wiggled in his direction as well, to show off how thin it was, in addition to it’s meager length.

As he was being mocked to his face, and his entire body was further demolished, all the while Lillian sang loudly and passionately, a stirring ballad to his inadequacy. It was a truly unique thing King Verpa was experiencing, a symphony of pain, a Hell for sexist pigs made just for him. And it went on and on, as nearly a hundred women took their time punishing him for everything he did to them. 

“There's nothing I wouldn't do,

just to get one shot at you...

And I'd take any fall from grace,

if I could put you in your place…”

The whole time there, Lillian remained with verse after verse, I was shocked at how much she’d prepared, how long she must’ve toiled away thinking of what she’d do to him if she got the opportunity she had now. Finally, after a lengthy period of the second-to-last woman gripping and twisting his nipples, the time came when the line got to the end. Lillian was up and finished her song, falling to her knees before him as she cried out to the heavens...

“Yes I'd fly to Venus to snap your penis,

I'd run through walls to break your baaaaaalllllls...!“

After continuing for a stunningly long time, she at last got the chance to catch her breath as the entire room erupted into a lengthy standing ovation. After a few moments of her chest heaving, she looked forward, straight ahead at Verpa’s tortured genitals before glancing up into his defeated eyes. 

Breathily, she spoke. “You like these lips, right…? That’s the other reason you brought me here. You loved the thought of them wrapped around your microdick… you wanted so badly for me to learn how to deepthroat a man, but I kept gagging… hmhm. Well that certainly would never be a problem with yours anyway, right…?”

Slowly she pulled her face into his groin, flicking her tongue out, teasingly close to his laughable cock. “Mmmm, I could lap it right up so easily… it wouldn’t last long at all obviously… but I bet it’d feel sooo good.” she teased, hushed. “Wherever you’re going after this, you’re not going to feel that ever again, no doubt… wouldn’t you love it, just one last time, to get your itty bitty little piece of hard candy licked to the center...?”

“Nngh… don’t… do this...” Verpa groaned, shutting his eyes tight. They were red from tears and blackened by beatings, and all sight of the beauty around him had only betrayed him.

“Aww you don’t trust women now do you…?” she cooed, moving close enough that he could likely feel her breath on his manhood. “I’ve gotten my pound of flesh through that song, truly. And I’ve seen you take a beating beyond my wildest imagination. Is it really so hard to believe that I might want to show you some sweet… sweet mercy?”

After spending who knows how long indulging in his every temptation, he was fighting back all his urges… with a member like his, it was hard to tell the difference between soft and hard, but the slight tremble made his arousal clear. This was working…

Her mouth was open ever-so-slightly (enough to entirely engulf him) as she gradually pushed herself between his hips… and then jerked her head away, rearing back for a truly brutal headbutt aimed directly at his testicles, her solid forehead crushing his softest bits. She grabbed him by the hips and repeated this, ramming her head into his crotch again and again and again, and his reaction was as much miserable sobbing as it was a hoarse screech of anguish.

Lillian finally unleashed her long-held rage, dropping her facade entirely, screaming furiously as she grit her teeth, smashing herself as hard as she could into his nuts. She actually looked dizzy by the time she finished, but no less intense. “Y-You want this mouth, huh?!” she shouted, before taking his entire genitals into her mouth and biting down powerfully. If not for my potion, her teeth would’ve ripped his nuts to shreds wth how fervently she chewed on them.

From the screeches his mutilated voice was forced to emit, this felt as torturous as it looked. There seemed to be no end in sight… but then she abruptly paused for a moment, before slowly releasing his manhood, a pissed off look on her face. Glancing down over his shoulder, I noticed that the drip of semen that had been resting on his balls since his hilarious climax was gone.

The redheaded opera singer rushed to her feet, glaring into his eyes. A finger to his chin, she forced him to look up, exposing his throat. She gave a solid punch right to his adam’s apple, and his mouth was agape from the ache. Lillian proceeded to spit his cum right into his mouth, landing far enough in there that he found himself gagging. Just when you thought he couldn’t fall any further, here he was choking on his own semen.

She finished her turn, grabbing his shoulders and delivering a simple, powerful knee to his balls that managed to act as a heimlich maneuver, dislodging it enough to save him from choking, though he still had it on his tongue, dripping from his mouth a bit.

After that brutal and rather gross display, Lillian donned a polite smile and walked away in a distinctly ladylike sashay. With that, I finally let Verpa go, allowing him to fall right to the floor.  I can only imagine he spent that entire time wishing he could be on the ground, but I didn’t plan to let him stay for long as I walked over to his head, ensuring he could see my feet as I lorded above him. He glanced up at me, but from his angle I don’t think he could see my face past my tits… I figured I’d let that sit, no need to bend down.

“Well, that was awesome to watch. But now, I’m sure you’re wondering… what’s next for you?” I inquired. “Well what do you think, Prince Pimple Pecker?”

“Kill meeee…” he pleaded.

“Mm, sorry, we’re not that nice. Not to men like you, anyway.” I answered. “I basically already said, that Plan A is to bring you back to our HQ where you’ll be our prisoner and practice dummy for the rest of your days… buuut, for the sake of fairness, I’ve decided to give you one last chance. I can let what just happened be your final punishment, and let you go free, if you do one simple thing for me.”

The girls, who were now all gathered near the cage, all booed this idea. I waved it off, silently assuring them that it would be okay. I stood there, patiently waiting for him to pull himself up… it took quite a while, and was very awkward with that spear still lodged firmly up his rectum. He gazed at me, and even though I said I was giving him a chance, there didn’t seem to be any hope left in his eyes.

Shrugging that off, I explained, “You get three shots… all you have to do, is bring me to the floor. I’m not going to do anything to avoid it, I’m not going to try and counter… just hit me as hard as you can, however you want. And if I so much as go down to a knee, you walk. Sound good?”

I stood before him, my arms at my sides, my legs spread slightly… all I did was brace for impact, my body tensing up to again show how defined and built I was, especially in comparison to him in the poor shape I’d left him in. He balled up a fist, but his expression didn’t change much… the gap between us had been established so thoroughly, he probably knew a hundred shots from him couldn’t make me stumble. Still… he had to try, right?

And so he did, rearing back and slamming his fist into my face… hah, ‘slamming’ is being very generous. But he hit me as hard as he could, no doubting that. Because his knuckles shattered on impact, he actually broke his hand on me and yelped pitifully as a result. All he did to me was get me to giggle. “You wanna try that again, slugger?”

He held his injured hand, glaring up at me, anger flashing in his eyes for the briefest moment, but that spirit left him swiftly. Holding up his good hand, he switched tactics, thrusting his forearm into my womanly chest. Another pop, another broken bone… his, naturally. He shattered his arm against my body and howled in misery as he staggered back.

Shaking my head, I remarked, “Never have I seen a bigger bitch. One more shot...”

His arms rendered useless, he glanced up with hatred awash over him. This time, it lasted long enough to fuel his next incredibly foolish strike, he actually kicked me right between the legs. His shin rammed into my womanhood and found itself swiftly dislocated. He fell in a heap to the floor as I just burst out laughing at him. “Fucking idiot! My pussy’s stronger than any part of your pathetic body… you should know that by now!”

His entire form ravaged, all he could do was cry as I grabbed him by the hair and picked him up to his feet, a very familiar situation at that point. “By the way… I know I said I was done with you, but since you got three free shots in, I figure it’s only fair I get atleast one.” I reasoned. “And since we established that I haven’t once hit you with my full strength yet… I think saving that for last makes plenty of sense.” 

That horror on his face… that was a moment that deserved immortalization. He attempted to sputter out a response but there was not a lick of energy in him to even form a sentence. I grinned deviously as I stared him down. “So… here’s a parting shot, from me to you.”

In that next millisecond, my leg lashed out at such an incredible velocity, if it came out any faster it would’ve had flames following it. My foot blasted his balls with the force of a sledgehammer, and I’m not exaggerating, it sounded like a damn explosion rang out in that room, as though a grenade had went off in his crotch. Perhaps he would’ve preferred that…

This lifted him off the floor, but unlike usual, he wasn’t hung on my leg. Instead he was sent flying several feet into the air, backflipping all the way over and falling on his face, bouncing off the floor from the impact. He was out, the pain overload was just far too intense. As I walked calmly over to him, the sound was still echoing through the enormous room. 

Looking down on his prone form, which looked for all intents and purposes like a corpse, especially with that spear up his ass. Eyeing that wooden handle, I smirked villainously… and delivered a sweeping kick to it, the blade sliding through his flesh a little bit further. That woke him right up, but despite how much his asshole had to be burning, as he curled up, his hands flew directly to his balls. That was his only focus, the one thing he cared about was the hellish torment that filled his testicles.

Finally the silence in the room was broken by the loudest cheer yet from those adoring fans of mine. And even though his own kick did nothing to me, my pussy was absolutely on fire after delivering that full force strike. After denying myself this whole time I felt the time was now right. So I forced him onto his side (lying on his back wasn’t happening right now for obvious reasons) and knelt down onto his face before going to town on myself. My finger plunging deep into my crotch was the only thing he could see.

I whipped my head back and moaned as I came powerfully in his face, and then kept on going, knowing it’d take much more than that to satisfy for me. For many of the women this was a bit much to partake in, or perhaps today’s events just hadn’t made them as lustful, but a handful, including Brandy, joined me in lording over him and masturbating onto his prone form. 

“Nnggh, closest you’ve ever come… to giving these women… an O-ORGASM!” I shouted as I came to another climax. This went on for several minutes until we’d all finished atleast a couple of times. Safe to say he was even more of a mess after that.

After we had our fill of this and cooled down, at last, our time on this island had come to an end… I looked to them and shouted out, above the cheers, “Ladies, you’re going home!”

Moments later I guided him and all the women he’d brought here out of that castle. My friends, who were presumably all in the chopper hovering overhead, had been kind enough to steer a little canoe to the entrance, to make up for the drawbridge they’d utterly destroyed to cut off the patrolmen from the castle. When we got across the moat, I noticed all the bodies… each and every man who did come to try and save their master was dealt with beautifully. I was more than impressed with how Sylvia and Kirra managed. 

It took several roundtrips but finally I managed to get each and every one of those women to dry land. We stood there staring at the castle, my grasp still firmly held onto the spear handle to make sure that Verpa watched. His hands remained firmly clutching his poor, poor little manhood as the chopper fired a well-aimed missile that struck the bottom of the enormous, phallic spire that stood at the top of the castle.

This symbol of King Magnum Verpa’s supposed endowment and male superiority slowly but surely came falling down, breaking into several pieces as it landed. You could call it unnecessary, but the imagery was golden to me, and I think it made the fall of his reign feel all the more ‘official’.

The chopper flew overhead, and cascaded a ropeladder down. Sylvia climbed down to the bottom of it to let me and the girls know that they had finished taking out the last of their anti-air missiles, ensuring that many more planes could safely fly to the island. A fleet were on their way to pick them all up, and each of them would at the very least be on the way to their homes by the end of the day.

In the meantime, I implored them all to stick together, as if there were any stragglers left fighting for the fallen tyrant, the whole lot of them would assuredly be able to overwhelm them, especially with Brandy leading the group. Giving them the directions, I instructed them to stay at trusty ‘ol Outpost 208 where the cavalry would be coming in for them.

With that, I grabbed onto the ropeladder, refusing to release the little handle I’d created on Verpa. Sylvia, the fallen king and I all ascended to the chopper. Carrying him with me inside, I saw at the pilot’s seat, Tim of course, but also Kirra lounging on his lap. 

She stared back at me with stars in her eyes. “I can’t believe it… you actually did it. I’m sorry I ever had any doubt, Sheena.”

As I walked over to the cockpit, I replied, “Oh, don’t worry about that, I’m just glad you’re okay now. And uh… you seem to be doing pretty well up here…”

Kirra giggled and played with Tim’s hair as she replied, “I’m getting Timmy more accustomed to the female form...❤”

Needless to say he was blushing intensely, but also smiling ear-to-ear. He actually was getting comfy with Kirra… good for him~

After giving a little wiggle to her hips, which comically caused the ship to shake a bit from Tim’s response to her grind, she hopped up and stepped over to Verpa. “Hi, asshole. My name’s Kirra. You probably don’t remember me, maybe this will help...”

She pulled off Tim’s button-up that he lent her, revealing the snapped slave outfit that he had her wear. “From what I understand… every girl you’ve enslaved here has gotten a shot at you. Everyone but me...”

“Mm, you’re right.” I replied. “That’s really not fair… wanna rectify that?”

“Fuck yeah I do.” Kirra answered, reaching down into the shirt and retrieving her trusty taser. “I’ve got enough charge in this baby for one last shock. And it’s all for you...”

The former slave girl, now a defined dominant female, stepped around him and… with a prideful, beaming smile, lit up her stungun and slowly brought it to the wooden handle. 

As the last of it’s voltage was sent directly into his insides, he finally found his voice, and his last scream of the day rang all throughout that accursed island…

My name is Sheena. Sheena Benezia. I am a finely trained warrioress, just one of the many who serve the Order of the Female Dominion. I hope you’ve enjoyed this tale about one of my longest and most taxing of missions. That hole in my hand took a number of months to truly heal, though I still don’t regret catching that bullet as a scare tactic. And that encounter with S.P.E.A.R’s leader remains among Sylvia and I’s closest brushes with death.

I’m really not sure if there exists a more heinous man than King Verpa out there… but if there is, I’ll be there. And as long as my heart still beats, I will always be on the lookout for injustice against my gender, to stamp down sexism wherever it may crop up. Perhaps I’ll have to tell you about other missions of mine… and maybe I can convince other women from my Order to regale you with tales of their own.

Until then… mind your manners around women. Or maybe invest in a cup~