Gavin's Rock (Chapter 4) - The Genius Girl and The Three Stupid Boys

[Dinah]

Damian Koller, the golden boy of Gavin’s Rock, stood tall with a confidence that came naturally to him. At 18, he had inherited his father’s striking blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, but it was more than just his looks that set him apart. Damian possessed the same sharp mind and cunning charm as Dr. Paul Koller, his father, but with an added edge—a physical strength that rivaled even the Watchdogs. His body was sculpted from years of rigorous training, preparing him for the life ahead as a future leader. His friends joked that he had the rizz of the Goldminers and the brain of the island’s top scientist, and Damian was inclined to agree.

Today, Damian was dressed in the uniform of the Gavin Prep School—a dark gray shirt neatly tucked into his fitted blue jeans, topped with the prestigious blazer that marked him as one of the elite students being groomed for greatness. The blazer bore the emblem of Gavin’s Rock, a symbol of the power and privilege he had been born into. This wasn’t just any school; it was a prep school designed to mold the next generation of Goldminers, Watchdogs, and other men destined for specialized roles on the island. Meanwhile, the women continued their lessons in domesticity, learning the skills needed to serve and please the men who would one day rule their households.

But today wasn’t about school; today was about something far more important. Damian found himself in the most exclusive and revered place on the entire island—the mansion of Gabriel Leister. The very idea that the supreme leader wanted to meet him filled Damian with a mixture of pride and anticipation. It was no secret that Gabriel was the most powerful man on Gavin’s Rock, and now, Damian had the chance to impress him.

Beside him were his best friend Lucas Holger and his cousin Yello Redfield. Lucas was the only person who could rival Damian in strength and ambition. With his broad shoulders and chiseled features, Lucas was every bit the Watchdog-in-training. He was Damian’s confidant, the one person he trusted to back him up no matter what. Yello, on the other hand, was a different story. He had only recently moved to the island, and while he wasn’t the brightest or the strongest, Yello was loyal—a quality Damian valued, even if Yello’s primary use was running errands.

“So, what kind of man is Gabriel Leister?” Yello asked, his voice tinged with nervousness as he looked around the grandiose room.

Damian smirked, relishing the opportunity to school his cousin. “The greatest man that ever lived,” he replied, his tone filled with reverence. “He’s the one who controls everything here, Yello. And now, it’s my turn to rise. This island will be mine one day.”

Lucas grinned, extending his hand for a high five. “Yeah, bro! I’ve got your back. When you’re the supreme leader, I’ll be right there as the head of the Watchdogs.”

Damian returned the high five with a confident slap, the two young men sharing a moment of mutual ambition. “We’ll change this place, Lucas. We’ll make it ours.”

Suddenly, the heavy wooden door to the room creaked open, drawing their attention. Damian’s smirk faltered slightly as two large wolves padded into the room. Thor and Alpha, Gabriel’s infamous pets, were known for their wild, untamed nature. The wolves moved with a predatory grace, their eyes fixed on the boys. Yello’s face drained of color as he backed away.

“HELP! HELP! WOLVES!” Yello screamed, his voice breaking as he stumbled backward, nearly tripping over his own feet.

Damian felt a knot of fear tighten in his chest, but he forced himself to remain calm. He couldn’t show weakness, not now. Lucas, however, stood his ground, his expression hardening. He didn’t move a muscle as the wolves approached, their noses twitching as they sniffed the air around them. Then, as if by some unspoken command, Lucas gave the wolves a sharp look—a look that seemed to convey authority and control.

To everyone’s surprise, Alpha and Thor stopped in their tracks, their wild eyes calming as they gazed up at Lucas. The tension in the room eased slightly as the wolves sat back on their haunches, their threat momentarily neutralized.

Damian exhaled slowly, his fear subsiding as he watched the scene unfold. Just as Lucas took a step back, the door swung open wider, and Gabriel Leister himself entered the room. Tall and imposing, with an aura of unquestionable power, Gabriel’s eyes immediately fell on Damian.

“Welcome, Damian, son!” Gabriel’s voice was deep, carrying with it the weight of authority and charm. He glanced at the wolves, then back at Damian, a pleased smile spreading across his face. “Only real men can calm Thor and Alpha.”

Damian blinked, realizing with a jolt that Gabriel thought he had been the one to calm the wolves. He quickly composed himself, offering a confident smile as he stepped forward to greet the supreme leader.

The three boys bowed before the island's undisputed leader. Yello was still frightened of the two wolves who looked at him as if they wanted to devour him every second, but he had to admit he was even more in fear of Gabriel.

Damian had told him that Gabriel had the power to decide over life and death on the island, that he was known as unforgiving, and that he despised weak men. Fighting his fear, Yello slightly raised his head and dared to cast a look on the imposing figure of the leader of men. But as soon as his eyes met Gabriel's cold stare, he lowered his head again. In passing, he noticed the prominent bulge in Gabriel's tight jeans. "All men on this island seem to have a dick as big as Jonah's", Yello thought, and once again felt inferior, thinking of his own average endowment. "How is that possible ... It's like the men here are a carefully selected elite... like the Spartan warriors in ancient Greece".

"You surely wanna know why I summoned you", Gabriel began. "You, Damian, and you, Lucas, will receive a great honor today!" The leader then gazed at Yello. "I also wanted to see the son of the famous Henry Redfield, and the younger brother of the already notorious gang leader Jonah! I must say I'm a bit ... surprised ..."

Yello gulped nervously, but remembered what Henry had ordered him to say. "I offer you greetings from my father, and my brother. They express their hopes that ... I will learn here to ... to ... be a real man, like them..."

 "I hope so, too, boy!", Gabriel said coldly. "But it's all on you! Will you give your best to be worthy of the honorable society of men on this island?!"

"Yes, I will! I promise ...", Yello whispered, totally intimidated. Gabriel seemed to be satisfied for the moment, and turned to Damian and Lucas. "As you both know, my obligations as the leader of our society leaves me no time to care for a family, and raise my own sons! But, from time to time, I condescend to educate selected young men, to become a part of the leading class of our beloved rock in the sea, as already my ancestors did!"

Damian and Lucas straightened proudly, realizing the honor that was to come upon them. "After reading the reports of your teachers, I chose the two of you as possible candidates! But ... there will be some further tests! I can't afford to waste my time with young men who show the slightest sign of weakness! Male strength - male superiority - is the key to achieve the top ranks of our hierarchy! Weak men ... have no place here!" He cast a casual look on the skinny redhead next to Damian. Yello noticed it, and couldn't help to wince.

"Be prepared! And give your best! All of you! The rewards will be beyond your imagination - but also the punishment, if you disappoint me!"

Damian and Lucas stood tall, their eyes gleaming with anticipation as they faced Gabriel. "Yes, Sir. We will show you. We’re ready for our training," they said in unison, their voices firm with determination.

Gabriel's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he looked at the two young men, seeing in them the potential to carry on his legacy. "Good," he replied, nodding his approval. "Go back to your school. The training will begin this weekend. Chase and Sebastian will oversee it with me. Give me your best!"

The weight of his words hung in the air, a clear challenge to the boys. Without another word, Gabriel dismissed them with a wave of his hand, and Damian and Lucas turned on their heels, ready to prove themselves worthy of the supreme leader's expectations. Yello followed them with his fear in his heart.

As the heavy door of the mansion closed behind them, Gabriel’s expression shifted to one of deep contemplation. He began to walk toward the basement, his footsteps echoing through the grand halls. "Ah, those young men are the perfect substitutes," he muttered to himself, his tone laced with a hint of bitterness. "I’m rising to power too young. I need a son." He sighed, shaking his head as if to dispel the thought. "Now, it’s time to visit my beautiful Bianca. Come on, boys! She will give a son" he called to Alpha and Thor, who obediently trotted after him, their eyes glowing with a wild, untamed energy.

[Damian]

[Lucas]

[Yello]

Meanwhile, at Gavin Prep School...

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the campus of Gavin Prep School. The grounds were immaculate, with manicured lawns and towering trees that provided shade for the students milling about between classes. But for Silla and Madelyn, the day’s lessons had taken them far from the carefree chatter of the young men.

They were standing in a small, dimly lit classroom reserved for the women of the island. The walls were lined with shelves holding various domestic tools, and a faint scent of lavender lingered in the air. Silla looked around, her eyes narrowing as she observed the young women dutifully practicing their lessons.

"So, you’re teaching these girls how to massage men?" Silla asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Madelyn nodded, her expression one of resignation. "Yeah," she replied, her voice heavy. "The girls can’t learn anything beyond what’s needed to serve men here. It’s frustrating, really. I have a student who’s so bright—her name is Dinah Skylar. Her father is one of the guards at Gabriel’s mansion. She’s smarter than all the men here, but she can’t learn anything that matters. She wants to be a scientist, a geologist even, but the Goldminers only accept men."

Silla sighed, shaking her head in frustration as she looked out the window at the bright day outside. "It’s so sad to see so many young women with dreams they’ll never achieve. We need to liberate this island fast."

Madelyn glanced around to make sure no one was listening before leaning closer. "So, your first plan is to raid Gabriel’s house and help Bianca escape?" she whispered didn’t think that’s a good idea.

"Yup," Silla replied, her eyes narrowing with determination.

"But you know, we could die, right? Taz and some Watchdogs guard the place even when Gabriel isn’t there." Madelyn insisted.

"We’ll need a solid plan to get in and out, Mads," Silla said, her mind already working through the logistics. "We have the costumes—no one will know it’s us. Our job now is to find a girl who can help us, someone with inside knowledge of Gabriel’s mansion, and preferably someone agile."

Madelyn nodded, her mind racing as she considered the possibilities. They left the classroom and made their way to the faculty lunchroom, a small, plain room with a few tables and chairs scattered around. The smell of bland cafeteria food filled the air, and the low hum of conversation provided a background to their thoughts.

As they sat down at one of the tables, Madelyn’s gaze drifted to a girl sitting by herself near the window. She was strikingly beautiful, with long, platinum blonde hair that fell in soft waves around her face. Her expression was one of quiet focus as she stared down at the notebook in front of her.

"That’s the girl I was talking about—Dinah," Madelyn said quietly, nodding toward the blonde girl. "She’s the smartest one here." At the same time, a handsome boy walked to her.

Silla followed Madelyn’s gaze, her eyes narrowing as she observed Dinah. "Why does that boy seem familiar?" she asked, her tone curious.

Madelyn sighed, her expression darkening. "That’s Koller’s son, Damian. He’s been after Dinah for a while now. It’s like she has no choice but to go along with it. I can see it in her eyes—she’s in the same place I was when Chase wanted me, and I couldn’t say no. I just wish she had options."

Silla clenched her fists under the table, her mind racing with thoughts of what they needed to do. "We need to talk to her," she said finally, her voice steady. "If she’s as smart as you say, she might be the key to getting into Gabriel’s mansion. You also said her father worked there, right?"

Madelyn nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of their plans. "Yeah," she agreed softly. "But we need to be careful. If Damian’s involved, things could get even more dangerous."

"Who's that hunk next to Damian?", Silla asked. "That's Lucas Holger!", Madelyn said. "I personally think he's even more dangerous than Damian! Damian is strong and a little chauvinist asshole, but still a bit naive in his arrogance. Lucas, however, is really evil, but he pretends to be everyone's best buddy - as long as it's useful for him! But ... I don't know that little redhead there! He must be new on the island... he follows Damian like his little dog! Probably Damian is some kind of hero for him ..."

"I've met him on the ferry when we came here", Silla said. "I don't think he's dangerous ... just one of those stupid pathetic boys who admire the Alpha guys, and do whatever they ask them!"

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Meanwhile, Damian approached Dinah from behind, looking over her shoulder at her notebook. "Ugh ... you're torturing your small female brain with algebra again!", Damian joked condescendingly. "Better give it up - women's brains are not suited for hard science! My father said there is proof of that!" Dinah closed her notebook, and rolled her eyes. When she noticed that Silla and Madelyn watched her, she blinked her eyes towards them, but didn't dare to talk back to Damian.

"I want to invite you to watch our training session tomorrow! It will be tougher than ever - Gabriel himself ordered this!" Damian smiled proudly. "Especially for me ... and Lucas, too ... but also the other boys have to participate! But you'll see I'm by far the best!"

 "We'll see about that!", Lucas remarked, and Damian puffed him in the side. "Don't miss it!", Damian said to Dinah with a warning undertone. Dinah sighed, but she nodded - what choice did she have? A man's wish was an order for every woman or girl on the island. "I will be there, Master Damian!", she confirmed ...

 

The next day, on the island's training ground

 

"Please ... Mr. Mayhew ... I need a break!", Yello gasped. He had never felt so exhausted in his whole life. While he was used to some occasional training with his big brother, and even some sparring with his brother's friend Zach, the sport education on Gavin's Rock appeared to him more like an army training for elite soldiers.

After a 15 kilometer run across the island, he was out of breath and covered with sweat, while Mr. Mayhew had just announced that the real training would only begin now. Under the shower of the gym, Yello had seen how muscular and well-trained the other boys in his class were, and he felt inferior and a bit ashamed. Back at his high school in Cockville, he had compensated his poor athletic skills with his intellectual qualities, but those were not seen as important on the island. The science and language courses were, as a matter of fact, on a rather low level here, except when it came to geology and mining.

"A break?!" The coach couldn't believe what he heard. "We were just warming up! Now it's time for the steeplechase! I've set up some new challenges for you!" To Yello's disbelief, the crowd of his comrades cheered expectantly. "Why is ... he ... doing this to us?", he whispered to Damian, still breathing hard. "Is Gavin's Rock at war with some other country? This is like army drill!" Damian smiled condescendingly. "Of course not! This is about proving yourself! Show that you're a man, and up to any task! And ...", Damian lowered his voice, "about chasing girls..."

"Huh? How?", Yello asked. - "We're predators, and they are prey!", Damian explained. "So we have to be fast, agile and strong! The best predators get the most prey! Got it?" - "Yeah ... makes sense ...", Yello agreed, still a bit puzzled about this philosophy, but also somewhat excited.

"Everybody listen  now!", the coach shouted. Immediately, the chattering among the two dozen boys stopped. They were much more disciplined than his old school comrades, Yello observed. "You see this five meter metal pole there, lying on those two big boxes! Imagine there's a torrential river between the boxes, and your only way to cross it is to balance over that pole!", the coach explained. "Don't worry, you see those thick mats below it! And the rod is firmly fixed... your army has to cross the river as fast as possible! We'll go two soldiers at a time! Who wants to go first?" - "Oh no", Yello thought when Damian raised his arm, and gave Yello a challenging smile...

 Yello found it harder to keep his balance on his pole than he had expected. He was a light, almost skinny guy, but his legs felt shaky from the running. Damian was just in front of him, and he also had to move carefully. "C'mon, you two, a bit faster... imagine there are some willing girls waiting for you on the other side!", the coach urged. Just then, Dinah, accompanied by her friend Lisa, approached the group, and Damian spotted them. "Whoa...Dinah is here!", he groaned, staggered, and grabbed Yello by his arm. The redhead had already been close to falling down, and now both boys lost their balance. Their feet slipped on the pole, but unfortunately, they didn't fall to the side, but came down with one leg to the right, and one leg to the left of the pole. "AAAAAAAAHHHHRGHHH!" - "HOOOOAAAAAHHH!", the two boys screamed simultaneously when the metal pole smashed into their balls with their full body weight. Their comrades watched in awe when the two finally fell down on the mats, curling up instantly, holding their bulges. The thin fabric of their training dress had offered no protection, and the pain was devastating. "Daddyyyyy! Aaaaah!", Damian cried, and Yello called "Jonaaaaah!" The coach and the other boys came closer to them, and out of the corner of his eyes, which were filled with tears, Yello also saw the nearby girls pointing at them and whispering with each other, while Lucas was openly laughing, and shaking his head. But the pain in his squashed balls was too big to care about this at the moment.

"What happened to those two?", one boy asked the coach. "They must have hurt ... their legs ... maybe their bellies!", the coach mumbled. "Class is dismissed for today! Go... Go home and do your homework! And you..." Mayhew approached Dinah and Lisa, and slapped both faces. "You were told that you aren't allowed to come here during our training! You've diverted the attention of my soldiers ... uh, students ... you will be punished! Come to my office after I'm done with those two... injured guys!" The girl's faces were pale; they knew their punishment would be severe. But they exchanged some excited looks, as if they had just learned about a fascinating secret. "But ... Mr. Mayhew ... Damian told us to come here!", Dinah tried to explain. "Doesn't matter!", Mayhew snarled. "We'll still talk about that!"

Later that day, in Dr. Koller's mansion, Damian and Yello were lying on their beds in Damian's room, still suffering, but already somewhat better. They lay there with spread legs, icing their swollen testicles as Dr. Hodenberg had recommended them. Both boys were in shock, but it seemed Damian's state was worse. He seemed to be totally confused, Yello noticed. "What was that? What happened to us?", Damian asked. "Where did that awful pain suddenly come from? We just made short contact with this pole... I'd expect it would give us only a small bruise!" Yello shook his head, bewildered by Damian's ignorance.

"On every other part of our body, yes!", Yello explained. "But our balls ... They are extremely sensitive! This is because they are so important for reproduction ... It's like an alert for men to keep their balls safe! You didn't know that?!" - "No...", Damian sighed, deep in his thoughts. "Why do you know it? Has something like this happened to you before?" Yello looked uncomfortable: "Yes... unfortunately ... I told you about my twin sister, Jessica, right? One or two, maybe three times she kicked me in the balls when we had a small fight ... Well, now you can imagine ... the fight was immediately over after that..." - "WHAT?!" Damian's mouth stood open. "Your SISTER attacked you ... down there? A GIRL?!" Damian was stunned, while Yello just blushed, and nodded in shame. Damian fell into a shocked silence. Only after several minutes, he asked: "Do you have a picture? Of your sister, I mean?"

Yello searched on his phone for a while, then showed Damian a picture of Jessica standing in the school library in Cockville, a place where they would often meet. "She looks like you, just with long hair!", Damian snorted. "But ... I would fuck her anyway!"

Yello was weirded out by this awkward statement, but he tried not to show it. He hoped Damian would not have any strange ideas while he was sharing a room with him. He decided to taunt Damian a bit: "Jess would kick your balls to the moon if you touch her!"

“Ha! She wouldn't dare! I'm not a weakling like you!", Damian shot back. With these words, he turned around, and pretended to fall asleep. Secretly, though, he carefully touched his dick, imagining what he would do to Yello's sister. But when he touched his swollen balls, a new wave of pain ran through his body. "Ouch!"

“Shit!” Damian felt the surge of pain. “Tomorrow, I’ll tell Dinah to suck my dick! It will help me with the pain” Damian thought. For that night he needed to rest.

The next day, Dinah couldn’t shake the thoughts that had plagued her since witnessing Damian’s fall during the training. The memory of seeing him, the boy who constantly bossed her around and imposed his will upon her, writhing in pain brought a strange thrill she couldn’t fully understand. There was a part of her that wanted to ask her father about it, but she knew better. Damian’s father was one of the island’s most powerful men, and even though her father served in Gabriel’s mansion, he would never allow such questions. But curiosity gnawed at her, urging her to find answers.

As she wandered through the school grounds, Dinah spotted Madelyn with a woman she hadn’t seen before. She had heard whispers about a new arrival in town, and she could only assume this was her. Summoning her courage, Dinah approached them, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Mrs. Routledge, I have a question,” Dinah began, her voice slightly hesitant. “I don’t know who to ask.”

Madelyn turned to her with a warm smile, encouraging her to continue. “Yes, dear. Just ask.”

Dinah nodded, then glanced at the new woman. “And also, you’re Mrs. Rakaprabawa, right? Nice to meet you,” she added politely.

The woman smiled, a confident glint in her eye. “Just call me Silla, and you can call her Madelyn. We try not to use our husbands’ names,” she replied with a smirk.

The thought of not being tethered to a man’s name sent a surge of excitement through Dinah. She had always resented the men in her life—her father, Damian, and all the others who exerted their power over her. But what could she do? She was just a little Dinah, or so she’d always been told.

Gathering her courage, Dinah asked, “Yesterday, I watched the boys train. Damian and his cousin fell... on the pole. It hit them between their legs. They seemed to be in pain. Do you know why?”

It was as if a light had gone on for Silla and Madelyn, their expressions shifting into something almost triumphant. They exchanged a knowing glance; it was as if nature herself had decided to show Dinah the first glimpse of male vulnerability, making it that much easier to convince her to join them.

Silla leaned in slightly, a sly smile on her lips. “Well, do you believe we defeated a Watchdog admiral by using that exact weakness of men?”

Dinah’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?” she gasped, her voice tinged with disbelief.

“Yes,” Silla confirmed, her tone growing more serious. “You’re smart, Dinah. Do you know anything about male reproductive organs?”

Dinah furrowed her brow, trying to recall what little she knew. “Testicles and penis... they’re the source of men’s strength, right?”

Silla’s smirk widened. “That’s what they want us to think. But the truth is, they hide their weakness in plain sight. Testicles are their weakness. They consist of many sensitive nerves, and a well-placed strike can bring even the strongest man to his knees. It’s so easy to defeat a man. They act strong, but they’re just weaklings. And we... we’re going to expose them.”

A rush of energy surged through Dinah’s veins at Silla’s words. “So I can kick Damian’s balls? And he’ll crumble? Oh my, this is the best news!” She could already picture it—Damian, the boy who always pushed himself on her, writhing in pain once more. “He’s always so overconfident, thinking he can just claim me. And Lucas... I don’t know if Damian notices, but Lucas is always eyeing me, even though Damian clearly thinks I’m his.”

“But you need to be careful,” Madelyn interjected, her tone cautious. “We have to be smart about this.”

Silla nodded in agreement. “We’re creating a persona, an identity that will allow us to fight back and liberate the women on this island while still blending in. We’ll meet tonight, alright?”

“Where?” Dinah asked, her excitement bubbling over.

“In the general kitchen,” Madelyn replied, her voice low. “Just tell your father you want to learn cooking to help Damian. He won’t suspect a thing.”

Dinah grinned, the thought of finally having some control over her life filling her with determination. “Gotcha!”

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"Yeeeeeeaaah!", Damian cheered, as he drove a tight curve with his jeep, letting its wheels screech. He already felt a lot better after the incident on the training ground, and today, he wanted to prove to himself and his friends that he was as manly and boisterous as ever before. Lucas was sitting next to him, enjoying the ride with Damian's jeep (which really still belonged to Paul, but he let his son use it, preferring his Porsche). Yello sat on the back seat, nervous and a bit anxious as usual. He was still dealing with the pain in his swollen balls - the weak boy was obviously less resilient than the athletic Damian. Actually, Damian felt a remaining pain, too, but he didn't allow himself to show any weakness.

Lucas had secretly enjoyed seeing Damian and his stupid cousin getting hurt on their manhood, and he thought that such a thing could never happen to him. "That redhead is clearly a loser, but even Damian is more sensitive than I thought", Lucas said to himself. "I might use this to my advantage... wait for a moment when Gabriel watches us, and then ..." But he decided to pretend he hadn't noticed Damian's idiotic failure, and never mentioned it. "My time will come!", he was sure.

"Hey, Damian - stop! There's Dinah!", Lucas suddenly shouted, pointing at the girl. "Where's she going? To the assembly hall? Or the general kitchen?"

"Fuck! Yeah, it's her!", Damian said, recognizing the girl. He remembered that Dinah had seen him fall and cry, and a surge of shame came to him. But then he shook it off. "Today she will suck my dick, and you two can watch!" Lucas laughed and cheered, and also Yello got excited. He felt the tension in the air, and Damian's aggressive mood - something decisive would soon happen, Yello was sure.

The jeep cut off Dinah's path, and came to a halt in front of her. Damian and Lucas got out, while Yello preferred to watch what would happen from the back bench. To the boy's surprise, Dinah smirked. "Hey Damian, hey, Yello! Recovered already?" Damian and Yello blushed, but Lucas only grinned, watching the unfolding show. "And hey, Lucas!", Dinah said. "Up to something again?"

 "What about you?", Lucas asked. "Where are you going - alone at this time of day? Does Taz know what you're doing?" Now Dinah looked a bit nervous. "Sure he knows", she lied. "I wanted to visit a cooking class in the canteen..."

"You can do that later!", Damian interrupted her. "Now you come with us! I want to ... show you something nice! C'mon!" He grabbed Dinah's arm, and pulled her towards the jeep. "No! Don't ... let me go!", Dinah screamed. "Help... mppphhh!" Lucas pressed his hand over her mouth. "No need to scream! You'll enjoy it! Damian wants to show his cousin how we deal with girls on Gavin's Rock!" 

At the same time, in the dimly lit back room of the general kitchen, Silla and Madelyn waited anxiously for Dinah. The minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last. Madelyn paced nervously, her brow furrowed with worry. "Where is she? She's never late," she murmured, her voice tinged with unease.

Silla stood by the small, cracked window, staring out into the darkness. Something in the pit of her stomach twisted uncomfortably. "I have a bad feeling," she said, her tone low and serious. "I can’t explain it, but we should check."

Madelyn paused mid-step, her heart skipping a beat. "But wait," she said, her voice wavering. "What if she’s really in trouble? Should we fight the guys? What if they’re Watchdogs?"

Silla turned to her with a smirk, a glint of determination in her eyes. "I think it’s time for the costume," she replied, her voice steady.

The two women moved quickly, heading toward the secret room at the back of the general kitchen. Chase always said women belonged in the kitchen, but he and the other men on the island had no idea what went on behind the scenes. Maybe the kitchen was where the seeds of revolution were planted, where women plotted their escape from the chains that bound them. Who knows? Men, such stupid creatures, thought the kitchen was just for cooking meals, but they had no idea. "We’ll cook your sausage, alright," Silla thought to herself with a wry grin smiling to the reader... lol

Inside the secret room, Erin was waiting for them, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She had been working on the costumes, making them even more suited for the task at hand. "This is the least I can do to help you two," she said, a proud smile spreading across her face.

Madelyn’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of the sleek, form-fitting ensemble that Erin had modified. The costume was perfect—a lightweight, durable material in dark gray and black, designed for agility and combat. Reinforced padding around the knees, elbows, and torso offered protection during fights, while the full-face mask, with its narrow eye slits and subtle theatrical patterns, added an air of mystery. The deep hood attached to the bodysuit cast a shadow over the mask, making it nearly impossible to identify the wearer. The short, lightweight cape with quick-release clasps draped over the back, ready to be used for concealment or distraction at a moment's notice. The look was completed with soft-soled, knee-high boots for silent movement, and fingerless gloves reinforced with armor over the knuckles. The costume was both functional and dramatic, the perfect blend of stealth and theater.

Silla and Madelyn quickly donned the outfits, feeling a surge of power as they transformed into their new personas. The material clung to their bodies, allowing them to move with ease, while the mask and hood concealed their identities completely.

Silla turned to Madelyn, her voice filled with determination. "Let’s kick some balls," she said with a grin.

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At the same time, across town...

Dinah struggled against Lucas’s grip, her heart pounding in her chest. He was stronger than her, his hands rough and unyielding as he tried to force her to comply. Damian stood nearby, a smug smile on his face as he watched his best friend overpower her.

"Ahh, c’mon, enjoy your night. Just follow us," Damian said, his tone dripping with entitlement as he reached out to touch her, his fingers cold against her skin.

Dinah’s mind raced, panic rising as she desperately searched for a way out. But then, from the darkness, she heard the sound of two olds watchdogs motorbike. The motorbike was still functional but old model. Being the wife of watchdog means Madelyn has a lot of connection. Then those tow girls park their motorbike. They walked closer to the boys—light, but purposeful. Two figures emerged, their forms shrouded in shadow, their movements graceful and deliberate. They were women, but their identities were hidden behind the dark, sleek costumes they wore.

Lucas’s brow furrowed in confusion as he took a step back. "Damian, who the fuck is that?"

Damian played the unshakable manly movie hero, but his voice betrayed him, showing his irritation. Lucas made a poker face, but he also didn't know how to react to this unprecedented encounter. "Let her go!", the smaller one of the two women in costumes demanded. "You've had your fun! You three losers are just silly school boys, and we prefer to play with real men!"

 Damian got angry, and forced himself to laugh condescendingly. "Stupid bitches in costumes! Do you think I will follow the orders of women? You must be crazy!" He exchanged a determined look with Lucas, who still held Dinah in a wrestling hold, pressing his right hand on her mouth.

 "But it's good that you show up right now, in such hot dresses! So we have three bitches for three horny guys! I'm not into this fetish bullshit, but maybe Lucas and my cousin like it! We will fuck you ... and then we hand you over to the Watchdogs! And when they're ready with you, you will regret that you ever dared to cross our path!"

He lunged towards Silla, trying to tear her mask off, but before he could touch her, out of nowhere a stick appeared, rushing through the air, and hit him right between his spread legs - it was Madelyn, who had foreseen his attack on Silla. "Yeoooouuuw!", Damian howled, falling to his knees. His balls had still been swollen and extremely sensitive, and the hard hit with the stick felt as if it let his balls explode. "Hooouuurghhh... what the ... fuck", he groaned. "Men are so predictable when it comes to fighting, and not only then!", Madelyn taunted him. "No! Damian!", Yello screamed, and wanted to get out of the jeep, but Madelyn pointed the stick at him. "You stay there, or your weakling balls will be paste in the next second!", she threatened him. Yello, pale and anxious, looked back and forth between her and Damian in confusion, unsure what to do. Lucas, however, tightened his grip around Dinah's neck. "One step further, and I will strangle that little bitch!", he shouted. "Drop that stick! Take off your masks, and surrender! Otherwise ... believe me ... I'll kill her!"

Damian was still on the ground, clutching his groin, his face contorted in pain. "ARGHH, MY FREAKIN’ NUTS!" he howled, his voice cracking with agony. His eyes widened in disbelief, the shock of his vulnerability clear on his face. For the first time, the reality of his own weakness struck him like a bolt of lightning. He had always considered himself invincible, above everyone else, but now, reduced to a groaning mess on the ground, he realized how wrong he had been.

Watching Damian suffer, something clicked in Dinah’s mind. She had spent her entire life feeling powerless, treated as little more than a pawn by the men around her—her father, Taz Skylar, who had always wanted a son and never treated her with love; and Damian Koller, who saw her as a mere token to strengthen his status as the golden boy. But now, in this moment, Dinah understood that these men weren’t as invulnerable as they wanted everyone to believe. They had a weakness, and she was determined to exploit it.

Lucas, still holding Dinah, tried to assert control, his platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes making him appear even more sinister than Damian in that moment. "See, I’m not afraid to hurt this lady," he sneered, tightening his grip around her neck. His voice was filled with cruel confidence, but that confidence was about to be shattered.

Dinah’s anger boiled over. "I’M DONE WITH THIS SHIT!" she screamed, drawing on every ounce of strength and resolve she had. With a swift, powerful motion, she delivered a hard back kick to Lucas’s groin, her foot connecting squarely with his balls.

"ARGHHHH!" Lucas cried out, his grip on Dinah loosening instantly as he doubled over in pain. The shock of the blow left him vulnerable, and Dinah took the opportunity to scramble away, finally free from his grasp.

Silla and Madelyn, who had been watching intently, pretended not to know Dinah, playing it cool to keep her out of harm’s way. But the moment Lucas staggered back, Silla seized the opportunity. She stepped forward with an icy calm, placing her hand on Lucas’s face in a mocking gesture before slamming her foot into his groin once more.

Lucas let out a guttural moan, his body crumpling under the weight of the pain, and he collapsed to the ground beside Damian, both boys now writhing in agony. The sight of the two boys—once so arrogant and full of themselves—reduced to pathetic, groaning figures on the dirt, sent a wave of satisfaction through the women.

Silla turned to the boys, her voice dripping with disdain as she taunted them. "I heard the rumor that you two are the future of Gavin’s Rock," she said, her words cutting through the silence like a knife. "Well, if that’s true, then the future is bleak if weak men like you are in charge. You’ll never be like Gabriel. Maybe you’ll be more like that pathetic redhead over there."

Yello couldn't stand it anymore to be called pathetic. Finally he rose from the back seat, and stepped out of the jeep. He knew Damian would never talk to him again if he didn't help him now, but he noticed his legs were shaking a bit, and some sweat was dripping from his forehead. "I'm not pathetic!", he squeaked hoarsely, and gave a high kick to Madelyn like his former trainer Zach had shown him. Madelyn, who hadn't expected such an attack from the skinny boy, stumbled back. "I warned you!", she growled, but she had to focus on keeping her balance. Silla was distracted for a second, worried that Madelyn might be hurt, and Damian used that opportunity.

While Lucas was still incapacitated from Silla's hard kick, and lay squirming on the dirty street, he reached for Silla's leg, trying to bring her down, too. "Let go, you bastard! Haven't you had enough already!?" But Damian pulled on her leg with his full weight, and slowly rose from the ground. His balls were still hurting like hell, but his blind rage overshadowed his pain for the moment. Silla stumbled, the muscle hunk's weight hindered her agility. Had she underestimated the threat this aggressive Alpha male posed to her and her friends?

Madelyn saw Silla struggling under Damian's weight and knew she had to act quickly. She turned her attention to Yello, who was now approaching with a mix of hesitation and fear. "Okay, I know you’re new and not as evil as them, so..." she said, her voice low and almost sympathetic. But there was no time for mercy. With a swift motion, she swung her stick with just a quarter of her full strength, aiming for Yello’s groin.

Even with the reduced force, the impact was enough to send Yello into a squirming, gasping mess. "AAA AAAA," he cried out, doubling over in pain, his hands instinctively clutching at his crotch. He was clearly weaker than the others, and even this small strike had rendered him useless.

"STUPID! USELESS!" Damian shouted, his frustration boiling over as he watched Yello crumble. Fueled by rage, Damian pressed down harder on Silla, using his muscular body to pin her beneath him. His strength was overwhelming, and for a moment, Silla felt the crushing weight of his power.

But Silla wasn’t one to give up easily. She knew that every strong man had his own weakness, and Damian was no different. With a sudden burst of determination, Silla moved her head forward, smashing it into Damian’s nose with a sharp, painful butt.

Damian grunted in surprise, momentarily losing control as the pain from his nose stunned him. It was all the opening Silla needed. Her hand darted down, quick as lightning, and grabbed hold of Damian’s balls. She tightened her grip, squeezing and twisting with all the fury she could muster.

"I’m gonna ruin your golden boy’s balls," Silla hissed through gritted teeth, her voice low and dangerous. She could feel Damian’s body tensing above her, his breath hitching in pain as her grip intensified. "Those Koller balls will pay the price!" she added, twisting harder, her fingers digging into the sensitive flesh.

Damian’s eyes widened in shock and agony, the pain shooting through him like a knife. His strength began to falter, his body trembling as the searing pain in his groin overwhelmed him. The golden boy, the future of Gavin’s Rock, was being brought to his knees by a woman he had underestimated.

Madelyn, seeing the opportunity, moved closer, keeping an eye on Yello to ensure he wouldn’t try anything else

 

Yello, with tears in his eyes, holding his hurting balls, instinctively tried to get up again, but Madelyn easily held him down by stepping on his throat. "Don't try it! Or your Adam's apple will be mush!", she warned the choking boy. She gave Silla a sign that she was fine, and the redhead was under control. Silla nodded, and looked at Damian, whom she had reduced to a suffering heap of mess on the ground. The blond boy had lost all his cool superiority, gasped and choked, and desperately clutched his hands over his bulge to soothe the pain raging inside of it. The pain radiating from his squashed manhood paralyzed him, and he looked up at Silla in helpless rage ... and also with barely hidden fear. "Who ... are you ... No woman ... can do this!" he groaned. "Time to overthink your childhood beliefs!", Silla said coldly. "From now on women will... AAAAAH!"

"Silla! Watch out!", Dinah yelled. Lucas had silently followed the fight of Damian with Silla, and Madelyn vs. Yello, and had waited for the right moment. His talent for deceit was his great strength, aside from his impressive physical strength. Getting up from the ground faster than anyone had expected, he jumped onto Silla, letting her stagger and go down. "Ouuuw!", Silla moaned, as her head hit the street hard. Madelyn was still guarding Yello, and Dinah seemed to be in fear, helplessly watching how Lucas towered over Silla, and stepped on her belly to hold her down. "That was easy!", he grinned, even though he was breathing heavily. "Get up, Damian! I got her! It's over..."

Silla squirmed under the pressure as Lucas stood over her, his boot pressing down on her belly. She could feel the weight of him, the malice in his piercing blue eyes as he stared down at her. Damian might have been the golden boy of Gavin’s Rock, but Silla finally knew there was something darker, something more sinister lurking within Lucas. He wasn’t just another spoiled rich kid; there was an evil in him, a cruel streak that reminded her too much of a blonde young Gabriel Leister.

Lucas leaned in closer, a twisted smirk spreading across his face. Silla’s eyes widened as she noticed the bulge in his jeans—he was enjoying this far more than he should. "Well, should we have some fun?" he whispered, his voice dripping with malevolence. "This is my golden ticket to the Watchdogs. In five years, I’m gonna be the youngest admiral, and then... the king."

Damian, still groaning in pain behind the jeep, didn’t hear what Lucas whispered to Silla. His body was slowly recovering, though every movement sent fresh waves of agony through his groin. He was struggling to get back on his feet, his vision blurry and his legs unsteady. From where he was, Lucas couldn’t see clearly what was happening behind him.

But Dinah did. She saw Silla struggling beneath Lucas, saw the cruel glint in his eyes, and knew she had to act. There was no way Silla could fend off both Damian and Lucas at the same time—both were too strong, too well-trained by the best the island had to offer. But Dinah had an advantage: her speed and agility. And she had something more—a lifetime’s worth of anger and resentment, all directed at Damian.

"Fuck it, golden balls!" Dinah muttered under her breath as she crept up behind Damian, her movements quick and silent. All the memories of how Damian had treated her, how he had used her as nothing more than a piece of property, fueled her resolve. She wasn’t his to own, and she would make sure he knew that.

With a swift, fluid motion, Dinah delivered a fast double kick to Damian’s groin, her feet connecting solidly with his balls. The pain was instantaneous and overwhelming. Damian’s face contorted in shock and agony, his body collapsing as the unbearable pain shot through him like fire. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, MY BALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DADD!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, his voice breaking as he fell to his knees, clutching his crotch in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pain. His vision swam, his thoughts scattered, and the only thing he could focus on was the excruciating torment in his groin.

As Damian crumpled to the ground, his body convulsing from the pain, Dinah quickly pretended to stumble and fall, collapsing onto the ground and feigning unconsciousness. She lay still, hoping that Lucas wouldn’t realize it had been her who delivered the devastating blow.

"FUCK! DAMIAN! Is there one more?" Lucas shouted, his attention momentarily diverted from Silla. He glanced back at his friend, but the sight that greeted him was Damian, now barely conscious, writhing on the ground, his hands clutching He couldn’t even see who had attacked him; all he could do was fall to the ground, his mind overwhelmed by the sheer, unrelenting agony.

Silla, seizing the opportunity, jabbed a quick punch into the side of Lucas’s knee, causing him to stumble. The sudden pain in his leg broke his concentration, and Silla used the moment to roll away, freeing herself from his grasp.

She sprang to her feet, her body moving with renewed energy. "You’re good," she said to Dinah, acknowledging her quick thinking. "Let’s finish this." Silla brought her foot backwatd and slam her foot into Lucas’s balls.

Lucas's mouth opened up wide to let out a scream, but out came only a choked, gurgling sound, followed by a very pathetic yelping and gasping. This second hit in his already bruised balls was too much even for him. He couldn't take his eyes from Silla's face when he slowly sank to the ground, holding his squashed balls like Damian and his cousin. He had never in his life experienced such pain. So far, his manhood had only been a source of pleasure for him - his dick was like a weapon, causing pain to the girls he fucked, and his balls were the storage for his ammunition, and his source of male power. These convictions and feelings had resolved into thin air within just a second. "No ... not ... possible ... how ... no one told us .... ouuurghhh..." He fell on his knees before the motionless girl in her awkward costume, and then curled up on the street. Through the tears in his eyes, he saw Damian moaning and sobbing like a deadly injured wolf, while Yello desperately tried to gasp for air with Madelyn's foot still on his throat. Lucas couldn't understand what had happened to them -  just a few minutes ago, he would have thought it was totally impossible. Realizing that they were now defeated, and none of them could stand up soon to fight back, a cringing fear arose in him: "What will they do to us now?" His only hope was that a Watchdog patrol would come to save them before those crazy bitches would do something to them he didn't even want to imagine.

Madelyn placed a reassuring hand on Dinah’s shoulder. “Help them out, make sure they don’t suspect anything. Meet me later after you’ve found the Watchdogs or anyone, so they won’t suspect you.” There was a knowing look in her eyes as she and Silla exchanged a glance, both of them breaking into laughter seeing the boys.

“Well, boys, I hope this teaches you a lesson,” Silla taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she looked down at the groaning figures of Damian and Lucas. The two women turned on their heels and walked toward the motorcycles they had hidden nearby, their steps confident and unhurried. They knew the boys were in no shape to retaliate. With a rev of the engine, they sped off into the night, leaving the boys to nurse their wounds.

Dinah, still playing her part, walked over to Damian, who was struggling to maintain his composure despite the searing pain. “Let me drive,” Dinah offered, her tone gentle but firm. “We can go home to your house. I’ll tell Dr. Holdenberg.”

Damian nodded weakly, wincing as he tried to stand. “ARGHHH. Yeah, let’s go. Before anyone sees us.”

One by one, Dinah helped the boys to their feet and guided them toward the jeep. Lucas was still dazed, his legs barely supporting him as he leaned heavily on her shoulder. Damian was no better, his face pale and slick with sweat, his eyes still watering from the intense pain. Dinah couldn’t help but feel a small, satisfied smile tug at the corners of her lips as she saw Damian’s tears. The golden boy, always so proud and untouchable, now reduced to this pitiful state. Yello wasn’t that bad but still he’s weaker than the two.

Once they were all in the jeep, Dinah slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The ride back to Damian’s house was slow and quiet, the only sounds being the occasional groans of pain from the boys in the back. Dinah’s expression remained neutral, but inside, she was reveling in the sense of control she now had. For once, Damian wasn’t the one calling the shots.

As they arrived at Damian’s house, Dinah helped them out of the jeep, one by one, and led them inside. She promised to fetch Dr. Holdenberg, playing the part of the concerned companion flawlessly. Once the boys were settled, she slipped away, leaving them in the care of the household staff, and the fury of Dr. Paul Koller.

Later that night...

Dinah finally made her way to the kitchen, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. When she stepped into the secret room and saw the costume that Madelyn and Silla had prepared for her, her breath caught in her throat. The sleek, dark outfit hung on a mannequin, the light catching the subtle patterns on the mask and the reinforced armor on the gloves and boots.

“This is amazing!” Dinah exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. She turned to Silla and Madelyn, pulling them both into a tight hug. “Thank you, for everything. Now I’ve found my strength.”

Madelyn smiled, but her expression quickly turned serious. “Then what?”

Silla nodded, her tone firm and resolute. “Dinah, we need your help. We’re planning a rescue mission... to rescue Bianca from Gabriel’s basement.”

Dinah’s eyes widened as the gravity of the situation sank in. This was it—the chance to strike back, to make a real difference. She could feel the weight of the task ahead, but also the thrill of finally standing up against the tyranny that had ruled her life for so long.

“Count me in,” Dinah said, her voice steady with determination. “Let’s do this. And if you meet my dad? Please kick his balls for me”

The three boys attempted to be as silent as possible, trying to suppress their moaning and groaning. But their coming home did not escape Koller's attention, who was often working late on his desk, thinking of new "therapies" and medications. He switched on the light of the entrance hall, and saw the three miserable boys, trying to get up the stairs, walking limply and with carefully spread legs ... "Damian! Yello! What's going on here?!", he asked with a cutting voice, letting the three boys flinch. "Is it still because of that ... incident on the training ground? But... why is Lucas ..." Now it dawned on Paul that something strange must have happened. He was deeply disturbed when he learned, after a relentless interrogation of the three boys, about the incident. "Two... women ... in ... costumes... and perhaps a third, invisible one? Aiming for your ... manhood?" For a second, a blurred memory of some disturbing comics he had once read as a psychology student ("Justice Girl"?) came to his mind, but he shook his head. As a man of science, he didn't believe in such fictional nonsense. "This is not possible ... not on this island ... not on Gavin's Rock!" But seeing Damian and Yello hang their heads in shame, and Lucas looking like a beaten dog, he was convinced they had told him the truth. "Don't tell anyone about this! We will handle this ... discretely. I will confer with Chase ... maybe there is some connection..." Had Cole been attacked by the same persons? He hadn't told him about costumes ... but his instinct told him that those two incidents were somehow related. "Something is going on since you came here!", he said to Yello. The redhead looked at him innocently. "Why... I didn't ... I don't know who ..." - "It's okay, just saying!", Koller calmed him. "And there is also this Alif and his wife ... maybe it's time to take a closer look on our new citizens! I will send Rudy to question them, as soon as possible..."

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