Gavin's Rock (Chapter 15) - The Ambush

 

[Gabriel Leading]

"Don't pee in  your pants, it's just a small earthquake! Nothing unusual near a mine!", Gabriel shouted at some Watchdogs when they uttered worries about the repeated tremors. No one dared to speak up about it after this remark, but still,  it spoiled the party mood of some men. Even Rudy approached Chase, and whispered to him. "The problems don't end! Finally we defeated the rebels, and now ... if there's some instability underground ..." But Chase shook his head. "You've heard Gabriel! He has a supernatural connection to this island! If he says it's okay, there's no need to worry!"

Rudy nodded, but didn't seem really convinced. Recently, too many things had happened that threatened the world view he had grown up with. "Look at your fellow Admirals! They know how to party! Lucas touched the breasts of his slave, while Froy, who was already quite drunk, just bit his victim in the neck. Rudy and Chase chuckled.

"You're right!", Rudy agreed. "Let's enjoy the party, and celebrate our victory over the rebellious sluts!" He looked at the slave girls who were still available, and saw one petite Asian one. For a second, he thought it was Silla, but then he realized it was another girl. But in that second, he had an unusual feeling of regret ... He pointed at the girl. "That one!", he gave an order to a lower-rank Watchdog. "Bring her to me!" Meanwhile, Gabriel was still in a bad mood. Instinctively, he felt that something wasn't right, but he couldn't tell exactly what... and right then, the DJ started to play a Hayes Routledge song! Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chase flinch and getting pale, and rushed to the DJ booth. "Idiot! I told you, no Hayes songs!", he snarled. "Play this new hymn ... from the land ..." The DJ nodded, stopped the Hayes song, and started the MANPOWER hymn. "If you want that girl / from your neighborhood / who you gonna call? MANPOWER! / If you need a drug / to make you feel a man / who you gonna call? MANPOWER!", the deep guttural voice of the singer echoed through the room. Gabriel loved this new song, but still, his worries haunted him. "Why can't I enjoy my triumph?", he wondered. "Bianca ... is it Bianca?" He shook his head. "That last earthquake was really strong ..."

He turned to a lackey leaning on a wall next to him. "Call the mines! There's gotta be someone in their info room! I want to know whether those fucking earthquakes affect our operations there!" He waited while the assistant left the room to make the call. When he returned, he looked a bit confused. "I'm sorry, Master ... No one is replying ..." - "Great, really great! Probably they're all drunk over there!",

Gabriel growled. "Send a patrol car to the mines! Just to check!", he ordered. The building was trembling again, and his two wolves started to howl, and then whimpered and came closer to him, as if they were seeking shelter. "What the fuck is going on!", Gabriel cursed, while the party around him was going on as if nothing had happened.

Brennan shifted uneasily at the front gate. He got a bad feeling. He took another swig of wine, trying to shake off the growing sense of dread as he stood with Javier.

“So,” Javier began, breaking the silence, “how about that redhead who’s always following you around?”

Brennan laughed, though it sounded hollow. “Yello? The kid idolizes me. What else can I say?”

Just as the words left his mouth, something strange happened. A deep rumble echoed through the ground. Brennan’s brow furrowed, lowering his cup. It wasn’t an earthquake—he’d felt plenty of those. This was something different, something deliberate. The land itself seemed to tremble, as though it knew a storm was coming. The sound of engines, low and thunderous, reverberated across the landscape. It grew louder, closer, more terrifying.

Then Brennan saw it.

His breath caught in his throat as almost 1,000 women appeared on the horizon, their silhouettes illuminated by the headlights of jeeps and motorbikes they had seized from the miners. They were not just an angry mob—this was an army. An army of women, their faces hard, their resolve unshakable, their voices a unified roar.

“CUT THEIR DICKS! BREAK THEIR BALLS! CUT THEIR DICKS! BREAK THEIR BALLS!” they chanted in unison, their voices shaking the very earth beneath them.

Brennan’s skin went cold, his heart pounding in his chest. The chant was relentless, a battle cry, a declaration of war. These weren’t just women seeking revenge—they were warriors now, and Brennan had to admit, in the pit of his stomach, that this was terrifying. His hands shook, the wine sloshing in the cup he still held as his mind scrambled to process what he was seeing.

Suddenly, his communicator buzzed, the panicked voice of Alex coming through, barely holding it together. “Tell Fleet Admiral… the mine—it’s gone. The girls are back. The BDSM Sisters... they’re alive. And they’re coming for you.”

Brennan’s blood ran cold. He turned just in time to see one of the women in the distance—a familiar figure—launching dynamite from a thrower mounted on the miner’s jeeps. Explosions ripped through the landscape as the jeeps began to form a barricade around Gabriel’s mansion, boxing them in. There was no escape. Nowhere to run. Brennan and Javier hid behind the gate from the explosion.

Erin drove one of the lead jeeps, the four BDSM Sisters riding with her, their expressions menacing, their eyes locked on their target. They had come for blood. Brennan—one of the toughest men on the island—felt a warm wetness spreading down his leg. He had pissed himself.

Inside the mansion, Chase was the first to react, bursting through the doors in a panic. He stormed into the lavish room where Gabriel, was still enjoying their drinks, unaware of the impending doom.

“STOP THE PARTY!” Chase shouted, his voice filled with urgency. “THERE’S AN ATTACK!”

Lucas, still holding his drink, frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Gabriel turned, his sharp eyes narrowing. “What do you mean, an attack?” he demanded, his voice cold.

Chase swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. “The bitches. The BDSM Sisters… they’re back.”

Gabriel’s face darkened. His cool, calculated demeanor cracked for the first time. He rushed to the balcony, followed by his two loyal wolves, Alpha and Thor. When he stepped out, the sight that greeted him stole his breath.

Almost 1,000 women surrounded his mansion, an unstoppable force of fury and defiance. The jeeps formed an impenetrable wall, and the women chanted louder than ever, their voices echoing across the estate. Swords glinted in the moonlight, dynamite was strapped to their sides, and their eyes burned with a singular purpose—the end of Gabriel’s reign.

“WATCHDOGS, READY!” Chase shouted as he rushed down to the courtyard, assembling the troops. All the high ranking Watchdogs and Gabriel had communicator. But it seems like the girls also have . He positioned himself in the center of the formation, barking orders to the three Admirals standing at the front—Rudy Maybank, Froy Hanson, and Lucas Bergvall. Each man grabbed their weapons: Rudy with his spiked mace, Froy with his machete, and Lucas with his crossbow. The Watchdogs—clad in their denim jackets—chanted their battle cry, but it was weak, slurred. Too many of them were drunk from the night’s party, their movements slow and clumsy. Though the three admirals were… terrifying. They are real men. Real warrior.

[Chase and The Army]

Gabriel stood frozen on the balcony, his jaw clenched as he watched the BDSM Sisters advance. They moved with deadly precision, and at the front of them was Silla, leading the charge, her eyes locked on him. Behind her, each Sister held a pet—Alif was leashed at Silla’s side, his head low in submission. Bianca dragged Dr. Koller behind her like a trophy, and Gabriel’s blood boiled at the sight.

“He’s got Koller,” Gabriel muttered, his patience snapping as he kicked the balcony door in fury.

Madelyn was next, her pet Drew following her like a whipped dog, and finally, Dinah stood tall, with Damian and Yello both leashed at her feet. Yello’s face was pale, his fear evident as he turned to Dinah, his voice trembling.

“You promised me... if I became your pet, you wouldn’t hurt Brennan,” Yello whimpered, glancing nervously at the advancing army.

Dinah’s grin was wicked. “Yeah, I won’t hurt your little crush. But I can’t promise about the others.”

Silla raised her sword, a long, gleaming blade that caught the moonlight as she pointed it directly at Gabriel. Her voice, amplified through the microphone she held, cut through the night air like a blade. “Get ready for your downfall, Gabriel.” Silla pointed her sword. Dinah pointed her taser. Bianca pointed her hammer and Madelyn pointed her stick to Gabriel’s direction. Four of them standing there without a flinch of doubt. They will crush the men.

The ground beneath them seemed to pulse with the weight of her words. This was no longer a simple rebellion. This was the start of the final war between men and women. The battlefield was set, and the stakes had never been higher.

Gabriel’s empire trembled as the BDSM Sisters marched forward, ready to tear down everything the men had built. The Watchdogs stood in formation, their confidence wavering, while Gabriel looked down from his balcony, his heart pounding in his chest.

This was it.

The battle that would decide the fate of Gavin’s Rock had begun.

Froy was furious. He had just been ready to fuck a girl slave, and now ... Suddenly it seemed a war had unexpectedly broken out! He staggered, wielding his machete, and he was so drunk that he couldn't distinguish his nausea from the effect of the earthquakes. "Fuck it", he cursed. "Even when I'm drunk, I'm a better fighter than those bitches!" But some uneasy feeling crept into his confused mind ... Chase raised his mighty sword. "For the honor of men! For Gabriel! Male pride! May the Phallus be with us!", he roared. Together with the Admirals, he led the counter attack. He would have preferred to have a gun with him, but the surprise attack had left no time to fetch them from the mansion's weaponry. "We felt all too safe this night!", Chase thought. "Now we pay the price for this! Blast it! We will crush this bunch of crazy sluts with their sticks and knives!" A skinny girl with a mace ran towards him, and he smiled condescendingly. "You should have stayed at home, little girl!", he snarled, swung his sword with both hands, and beheaded the girl in her run with one blow. Her head flew several meters wide, and landed somewhere in some nearby bushes. The men behind him cheered. Chase kicked the beheaded body, and let out a wolf howl, the traditional Watchdog signal. Some women, who had planned to attack him and his Admirals, slowed down and raised their weapons with growing fear in their eyes. The men continued to approach them menacingly, and howled from time to time. Lucas aimed with his crossbow, and fired it. The arrow whizzed through the air, and hit one woman in her right breast. She sank backwards, dropping her knife. "Good shot!", Chase praised him. "Froy! What are you doing! Attack them!" Froy screamed and cursed, but stumbled around uncontrollably.  "That idiot is so drunk he will rather hurt himself than any rebel!", Chase realized. He turned to the women before him. "Come on, bitches! What are you waiting for?!" He let his bloodstained sword swirl through the air

"NO!" Madelyn's voice ripped through the chaos as she watched in horror. The Admirals, brutal in their strength, swung their weapons mercilessly, cutting through the ranks of the women, spilling blood across the battlefield. Some of the women fell hard, their bodies crumpling under the sheer force of the men’s attacks.

But Bianca’s voice cut through the fear. "This is war, Madelyn! War is never pretty! We need to push—attack their balls!"

The women, galvanized by Bianca’s command, shifted tactics. Arrows flew through the air, but not aimed for the head or heart. Instead, they struck their intended targets—the groins of the Watchdogs. The shrieks of pain from men clutching their crotches filled the battlefield as one by one, the arrows found their mark.

Inside Gabriel’s mansion, the house had become a fortress. After the last attack, Gabriel had fortified the mansion with an automatic weapon system. Hidden guns were embedded in the walls, tracking movements and unleashing fire on anything that got too close.

But then, through the wave of battle, three jeeps rumbled forward, each holding something massive. Dinah stood atop the lead vehicle, a wicked smirk on her lips as she looked out at the battlefield. "Working outside of Gavin’s Rock has been a blessing," she called out, her voice carrying over the battlefield. "I have resources now—resources to bring my ideas to life."

Her eyes gleamed as she gestured toward the huge machine strapped to the jeeps. "This is a light, one strong enough to pierce the darkest mine. But that’s not all it can do..." Dinah raised her communicator to her mouth, her grin widening. “It’s ready!”

With a swift motion, she drew an arrow from her quiver, lighting the tip with fire before shooting it into the sky. The arrow streaked upward, a fiery beacon that illuminated the battlefield. It was the signal.

"Everyone—shut your eyes!" she commanded through the communicator.

The women obeyed without hesitation, covering their eyes as they prepared for what was coming. On the opposite side, Chase and his men stood in confusion, their weapons ready, but uncertain of what was happening.

Then Dinah flipped the switch.

The superbright giant lamp roared to life, bathing the entire battlefield in an almost blinding light. The men screamed in surprise as the brightness overwhelmed their senses, their hands flying to shield their eyes. The Watchdogs stumbled, disoriented, temporarily blinded by the intense glare.

Chase cursed, stumbling backward as he tried to blink away the overwhelming light. "What the hell is happening?" he growled, but there was no time for answers.

Dinah smirked from her jeep, watching the confusion below. “It’ll only last for a few seconds, but it’ll be enough,” she muttered to herself.

Silla, standing at the base of the mansion, seized the moment. She grabbed her grappling hook, tossing it expertly onto the balcony. With the rope secure, she began to climb, moving swiftly toward her target. Gabriel, still shielding his eyes, had no idea she was coming.

“Five seconds left,” Silla muttered under her breath, pulling herself up to the balcony as fast as she could. Her muscles burned, but she pushed through, knowing this was her only chance.

As the light began to fade, Gabriel blinked, his vision slowly returning. The confusion lifted just in time for him to see Silla standing in front of him, her eyes gleaming with ruthless intent. “Shit...” Gabriel breathed, his voice low and panicked.

Before he could react, Silla’s leg swung up, her foot slamming into Gabriel’s crotch with the force of her hardened Conqueror Spirit. The impact was devastating. Gabriel’s eyes bulged, his body crumpling as the pain radiated through him like fire. “AAAAAAAAAAA” he shouted.

"LOOK, MEN!" Silla’s voice rang out as she held Gabriel by his collar, dragging him toward the edge of the balcony. "I KICKED YOUR LEADER IN THE BALLS!"

The men below stared up in stunned disbelief, their leader reduced to a groaning, whimpering mess. Silla's strategy had worked—every eye was on her now. The battlefield paused, the Watchdogs momentarily frozen as they processed the scene before them.

"YOU BITCH!" a voice roared from below. Rudy, furious and undeterred, was already scaling the rope with lightning speed, his eyes locked on Silla. He moved quickly, his powerful arms pulling him up the side of the mansion as he reached for her.

Rudy grabbed the edge of the balcony and yanked himself up, lunging at Silla with a growl. His hand grabbed her arm, pulling her back, but the damage had been done. Gabriel lay at her feet, his hands still clutching his mangled crotch, unable to stand.

"You’re too late, Rudy!" Silla taunted. Then that’s it. Silla released a huge wave of conqueror’s spirit. Some men fall, some weaker men became unconscious. Some other peed in his pants and some other were sure their dicks are shrinking.

“Rudy! Stop her!” Gabriel tried to fight the pain. He’s not a normal man.

It hurt and confused Rudy to see his admired leader on the floor of the balcony, holding his injured manhood. But to his relief, his idol was already struggling to get up on his feet again. "Together we will stop her", he thought. "No doubt about that ..." But he had felt Silla's mighty psycho-physical attack, and his body was still shivering from the overwhelming sensation. "Focus on your wrath", he said to himself. He swung his spiked mace at Silla. She managed to dodge it, but the spikes scratched her arm. "Arghh, fuck!", she cursed, and retreated to the balustrade. Rudy followed her, cornering her on the edge of the balcony swinging his mace. "You disturbed our party!", he growled. "We were celebrating your death! I was just grabbing a little slave girl by her pussy ... she looked just like you! But with you, we won't have it the easy way! You could have been my bride ... I fought for you against that loser cuckold ... Alif! You could have been one of the first ladies on the island ... It's a pity I'll have to kill you now!" While he spoke, Gabriel stood up.

"You think you have control over the Conqueror Spirit? It's a male weapon! My ancestor Gavin the Great used it to defeat the witches who lived here ... to expel them from this island! Now witness its full power! Rudy ... Out of the way!" Rudy obeyed, lowering his weapon. Gabriel just stood there, looking at Silla ... and suddenly, she started to scream, and her hands flew to the sides of her head. Her eyes were bulging out, and her legs started to shake. Rudy felt the typical side effects of the mental blow, but this time, it was different ... not like a spherical shock wave, but more like a focused ray, pointing directly at Silla. "Do you feel it?", Gabriel asked, grinning like a hungry wolf. "Feel the mighty Phallus ... penetrating your brain! It's slowly entering you ... impaling your whole body!" Rudy watched in awe as Silla fell to her knees, still shielding her head with her hands. The whole body of the petite woman was trembling as she tried to protect herself from the attack. "Thor! Alpha!", Gabriel shouted. "Come here! Get the prey I have slayed for you!"

Meanwhile, away from the raging battle, Dinah had her own mission. Her fingers were clenched tightly around Koller’s groin, her nails digging into the fabric of his pants, threatening his manhood with every step. The older man groaned, his face twisted in pain, but Dinah’s grip only tightened as she dragged him toward the mansion’s left side, away from the main fight.

"You’re going to help me," Dinah hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "You’re going to open the control room, or I swear to God, Koller, I’ll castrate you right in front of your son. Let him watch you become a sniveling, pathetic little thing before he loses the same."

Koller’s breath hitched, fear flashing in his eyes. He’d been ruthless all his life, but in this moment, he could feel Dinah’s cold determination and knew she wasn’t bluffing. He glanced at his son, Damian, who was standing to the side, his face pale, and it made Koller’s stomach churn.

"Do it!" Dinah barked at Yello and Damian, jerking her head toward the direction of the control room. "Cover for me! Keep the Watchdogs off our backs while I finish this!"

Yello swallowed hard and nodded. He could see the intensity in Dinah’s eyes and knew this wasn’t the time to question her. Damian, though his face remained grim, also gave a silent nod. He had no choice—Dinah held all the cards, and he’d lost any hope of escaping her iron grip.

They crept along the left side of the mansion, away from the main battlefield where the women were storming through the gates in full force. Dinah moved with purpose, her eyes scanning every inch of the mansion’s security system. She could see the automatic weaponry embedded into the walls, tracking every movement like a silent predator. One wrong move, and they’d all be cut down in seconds.

Finally, they arrived at the door to the control room. It was sleek and heavily reinforced, with a biometric lock glowing red on its surface. Dinah smirked, shoving Koller roughly toward the sensor.

"I need your eye," she said, her voice laced with venom. Before Koller could protest, she grabbed the back of his head and forced his face against the sensor. He whimpered as the cold glass scanned his eye, the system beeping once before clearing him with a mechanical voice.

“Access granted.”

The door slid open with a hiss, revealing the control room’s cold, sterile interior. Dinah pushed Koller inside, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. But as she stepped through the doorway, something hit her—an energy, sharp and fierce, that made her stumble. It was the unmistakable sensation of Conqueror Spirit in the air.

Before she could fully recover, a familiar voice cut through the silence. "Dinah, Dinah, Dinah..." The voice was smooth, almost amused. "Gabriel and Chase taught me a lot about controlling power. And you? You always preferred the side quests, didn’t you?"

Dinah’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. Admiral Lucas Bergvall stood across the room, leaning casually against the far wall, his crossbow in hand. His smirk was full of arrogant confidence, the kind she remembered from their days back at the academy.

"We went to the academy together for years, Dinah," Lucas continued, his voice mocking. "I know how you think. Always too afraid to go head-to-head. Always looking for the easy way out. Isn’t that right?"

“It’s called being strategic and I think your stupid blonde hair could comprehend that” Dinah smirked.

Lucas raised his crossbow, the cold metal glinting in the dim light as he took aim. Without hesitation, he fired. The arrow shot through the air, but Dinah was quick, dropping to the ground as the bolt missed her by inches, embedding itself in the wall behind her.

"So, you’re here now," Dinah said, her voice steady as she rose to her feet, her eyes locking on him. "Admiral Lucas Bergvall. Is this what you want? Power, fame, the chance to stand in Gabriel’s shadow forever? The new golden boy of Gavin’s Rock"

Lucas laughed softly, lowering his crossbow slightly, though his eyes remained sharp. "Fame? Power? That’s just bonus, Dinah. I’m here because I believe in this island. In real strength. Something you’ll never understand."

Dinah’s lips curled into a dangerous smile as she pulled out her stick, the weapon she had relied on for years, its weight comforting in her hands. She spun it once, feeling the energy of her Conqueror Spirit ripple through her body.

Dinah's eyes glistened mischievously as she looked at Lucas. "Still so confident, huh? Look at that pathetic old fool next to me! He's at my mercy, doing whatever I ask of him! And there's more!" Dr. Koller lowered his head, ashamed of his position. He didn't dare to look Lucas in his eyes. "Doggies! Come here to help your mistress!", Dinah shouted. Lucas couldn't believe his eyes when Damian and Yello entered the room obediently, waiting for Dinah's orders. The young Admiral smiled condescendingly. "Congratulations! You enslaved an aging scientist and two college boys!" He turned to Damian. "I'm not impressed that she did this with your stupid cousin - but how did she get you under her command? Isn't this the ultimate humiliation? Even you shouldn't be so weak!"

Damian blushed in shame, unable to answer. "I fried his eggs with my taser", Dinah smirked. "That broke him! Besides ... I have this! Just to be sure!" She pulled a small remote out of her pocket. "My doggies wear Koller's shock collars around their manhood ... That makes them particularly obedient! Now ... Doggies, attack!" Damian and Yello hesitated for a second, looking at each other and at Lucas in confusion. But when Dinah raised her remote and showed it to them, her finger on the red button, they made their decision, and attacked Lucas in unison. Yello jumped at Lucas, but the Admiral stopped him with a kick in his belly, and he fell to the ground whimpering like a little hurt dog. He had more trouble dealing with Damian. Koller's son focused on his long-time hate for Lucas, and fought him furiously. He punched Lucas in the face and abs, and the Admiral slowly retreated. "Good boy, good boy! Don't stop now! Take him down!", Dinah praised him. But suddenly, a short, sizzling sound could be heard, and then a tormented scream from Damian. Lucas had managed to release an arrow from his crossbow, and had shot it right through Damian's left foot. "No! Damian!", Dr. Koller shouted, coming to his senses, and hurried to his son who was writhing on the ground now like his cousin. "So it's only you and me now, Admiral!", Dinah said coldly, wielding her fighting stick. 

At the same time, Silla struggled against the overwhelming force of Gabriel’s Conqueror Spirit. It felt like invisible hands were gripping her skull, trying to crush her mind from the inside out. Blood dripped from her mouth, a vivid red trail running down her chin, but through the pain, she smiled—a sharp, defiant grin that only made Gabriel's eyes narrow in frustration.

“Fate brought me here, Gabriel,” she spat, her voice raspy but filled with raw intensity. “Fate wanted me to stop you. What other reason could there be? I was meant to see the brave woman you slaughtered... the one who tried to escape this cursed island. You killed her, just like you’ve killed so many others to keep your power. But they… they brought me here... Your fucking nightmare.”

She laughed, a harsh, manic sound that echoed through the battlefield like a warning bell. Every breath was agony, but Silla fed on the pain, letting it fuel her. She could feel a strange surge of energy coursing through her veins, almost as if the island itself was lending her strength.

Her gaze shifted, locking onto the backyard of Gabriel’s mansion, and there it stood—the Phallus Statue, a towering symbol of everything these men held dear. It was an ugly, grotesque monument to their fragile egos, the thing they used to dominate and control. Silla’s smile deepened, cold and vicious. She knew exactly what she had to do.

“The phallus statue…” she murmured, the words barely a whisper, but the meaning behind them hit her like lightning. The men on this island loved their symbols, and nothing represented their pathetic pride more than that statue. She was going to destroy it—and with it, their false power.

Slowly, painfully, Silla pushed herself to her feet. Her body screamed in protest, but her will was iron. She took a step forward, then another, eyes locked on the towering figure of Gabriel. His wolves, Thor and Alpha, howled and lunged at her, their teeth bared, but before they could get close, Silla let out a command that tore through the air.

“STOP IT!”

A wave of pure, devastating Conqueror Spirit surged across the battlefield. It slammed into everyone—men and beasts alike—like a tidal wave. The men of the island staggered, clutching at their crotches as if their very manhood was being drained from them. Even Gabriel’s concentration faltered, his grip on his Conqueror Spirit slipping as his mind reeled from the force of Silla’s attack. For the briefest moment, he looked vulnerable.

Silla smirked through the blood and pain. “Look what happens when I destroy your precious symbol,” she taunted, her voice sharp with contempt.

She knew she couldn't finish Gabriel off right now, not with Rudy standing beside him, mace in hand, ready to strike at any moment. But that didn't matter. She had another plan, and it was going to tear Gabriel apart from the inside.

Without wasting another second, Silla ran from the balcony, her boots pounding against the floor as she raced through the mansion, weaving through the chaos toward the back door. Her target was clear—the Phallus Statue. Behind her, Gabriel roared in fury, his voice booming across the battlefield.

“GET HER!” Gabriel’s voice was a mix of rage and desperation.

On the field, the sounds of battle echoed as Madelyn and Bianca fought side by side, fending off the brute force of Froy, the wild, hulking Admiral. His roars echoed through the field like a crazed animal, a twisted Tarzan call meant to assert his dominance. He swung his machete with wild abandon, his strength almost animalistic, but Madelyn met him head-on, her eyes gleaming with fierce determination.

“WHOOO!” Froy bellowed, swinging his blade toward Madelyn.

She ducked and swung her metal stick in retaliation, aiming for his balls, but her weapon was met with a sharp CLANG as it struck something solid. Madelyn’s eyes flicked up, and standing in front of her, sword raised, was Chase Routledge, the Fleet Admiral of the Watchdogs. His blade, the infamous Griffin, gleamed in the moonlight, and his presence was as imposing as ever.

Chase was a mountain of a man, physically the strongest on the island, second only to Gabriel himself. His muscles rippled with power, and the arrogance on his face said it all—he had come to settle things once and for all with his wife.

Madelyn smirked, her lips curling as she stared him down. “So, it’s finally time to settle this, huh?”

Chase’s cold gaze met hers. “You should’ve stayed in your place, Madelyn. You think you can win this?”

Without a word, Bianca stepped forward, her eyes locking onto Froy. “I’ve got him,” she said, her voice a low growl. “You handle Chase.”

Madelyn nodded, gripping her stick tighter. “Fine by me.”

In the control room, chaos reigned as Dinah and Lucas faced off. Lucas had the advantage of distance with his crossbow, and he used it to keep Dinah at bay. But Dinah was faster than he anticipated. She ducked and dodged, her movements agile and precise.

Lucas fired, but Dinah was already moving, leaping over a table and landing behind him in a fluid motion. Before Lucas could react, Dinah’s boot connected with his most vulnerable spot—his balls.

“ARGHHHHH!” Lucas’s scream echoed through the room as the tip of Dinah’s boot smashed into his groin with brutal precision. The handsome blonde Admiral doubled over, his hands instinctively flying to his crushed manhood, his face twisted in agony.

"Ready to become my third doggy? You would be a great addition to my pack of pets!", Dinah taunted Lucas. Lucas shot her a furious glance, but couldn't take his hands from his bulge, his protective instincts for his reproductive organs were too strong. "Hrrrghhh... Never!", he spat through gritted teeth. "You can do this ... to those two losers ... but not to a man like me!" Dinah looked back at her two human pets. Damian was severely injured, whining and examining his foot in which Lucas' arrow was still sticking, and Yello was gasping for air on the floor, holding his abdomen. Dr. Koller tried to calm his son, while he anxiously followed the fight between Dinah and Lucas. A faint hope flickered in his eyes: Maybe Lucas would overpower Dinah, and he and the boys would be free again? "If not, the Phallus may protect us!", he thought.

Lucas' body felt weak, and he realized he should still wait with a new physical attack. Despite his pain, though, he tried to focus on his ability to use the Conqueror Spirit. The mental power built up in him, collecting the energy from his mind and body, but it was as if it tried to summon strength directly from his balls, and didn't find enough 'fuel' in Lucas' hurting orbs. Lucas fought desperately to conjure the spirit, and felt his balls twitching in pain and exhaustion. When he thought he couldn't add more energy to it, he sent out the blow, tentatively focusing it on Dinah. The girl stumbled back in surprise, but retained her balance. When she recognized what Lucas had tried to do, she laughed: "That was it? The famous male Conqueror Spirit?" She grinned derisively. "I can only imagine how disappointed Gabriel would be! What a disgrace!" She laughed again, and approached Lucas menacingly. "I'm still not decided whether I should neuter my doggies! Probably it would make them more obedient and tame, but I might miss some fun with them ... In your case, I think ... it's unavoidable! Don't try this crap again!" She saw a short moment of fear in Lucas' eyes. The young Admiral raised his crossbow again and pulled the trigger, but Dinah dodged the shot. The arrow sizzled through the room, and almost hit Dr. Koller, who went pale when he realized it. Dinah used the short moment of her opponent's confusion, and aimed a kick at Lucas' hand. The crossbow sprang out of his hand, and Dinah grabbed it, turned it around, and aimed it at Lucas' bulge, her finger on the trigger. "Time to give up and submit to the Sisters! I guess an arrow through your balls ... from such a short distance ... would be a challenge even for your famous Doc Hodenberg!"

Lucas gripped his groin, his eyes wide with panic. He was still recovering from the brutal kick, but more than that, it was the humiliation that burned him. The mighty Admiral of the Watchdogs, known for his ruthless control and impeccable command, now lay at the mercy of Dinah—a woman who he had always underestimated.

Dinah couldn't help but laugh, the sound sharp and cruel as it echoed through the control room. "Look at you, Lucas," she taunted. "The mighty Admiral, reduced to nothing but a quivering puppy. It was close, wasn’t it? So close to your balls. From this distance I can blow your fucking balls up, handsome boy”

Lucas swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead. He glanced at her, still trying to cling to whatever shred of dignity he had left, but his hands trembled, betraying his fear.

Dinah tilted her head, her gaze flicking over to Damian, who still lay groaning on the floor, one foot impaled by Lucas’s arrow. Her smirk widened, and she looked back at the blonde Admiral. “I could have had three little puppies to keep me company, all with their six balls intact,” she mused. “But you know, maybe that’s a bit too much. I mean, where would I take three pets? I can’t exactly bring them all to college, can I?”

She crouched down, leveling her gaze with Lucas’s. Her expression darkened, her voice dripping with menace. “And let’s be honest, Lucas. You should pay for your sins here. All the women you’ve hurt, all the ways you’ve kept this island under Gabriel’s thumb, feeding into this disgusting patriarchy.” Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she raised his own crossbow, her finger resting lightly on the trigger. “I’ve decided something. I choose Damian over you. He’s going to be my little slave pet.”

She aimed the crossbow at Lucas’s crotch, the tip of the bolt just inches away from his most vulnerable area. “But you? You don’t get off so easy.”

Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger.

THWACK!

The bolt shot into the ground, half an inch below his groin, narrowly missing his balls. The impact made Lucas flinch, his eyes bulging in shock as he realized just how close he had come to losing everything.

“Take that as a warning, Lucas,” Dinah growled, standing back up and towering over him again. She kicked his leg lightly, her voice filled with cruel amusement. “Next time, I won’t miss. Now… if you want to keep your balls, I want to see you beg.”

Lucas looked up at her, his breath shaky, and his pride in tatters. But Dinah wasn’t finished. Her voice lowered, dripping with twisted pleasure. “Beg for your life, Admiral, and prove to me that you’ve submitted. I want you to jerk yourself off, right here, right now. Show me you understand what it means to be beneath me, to have no power over your fate. I want to see you desperate for you cum cause if I don’t see a cum in two minutes, I’m gonna fucking shoot your balls”

Lucas' usually tanned, handsome face was now white as paper, and some drool dripped from his open mouth. His whole body was shaking when he realized what Dinah might do to him. "No ... you wouldn't dare ... you can't ... I won't...", he stuttered. His remaining male pride was fighting with his determination to do everything to save his manhood. "Oh yes, I will!", Dinah cooed sweetly. Lucas looked her in her eyes, and the cold fury he saw let him shiver. Slowly, very slowly, still struggling internally, he pulled down his jeans, and then his underpants. "You should be faster, time is running!", Dinah snapped. Lucas gulped, and grabbed his limp dick with his right hand. He started to move his hand mechanically, reluctantly at first, but slowly getting faster. He realized that, besides Dinah, the three other males in the room stared at him in shock and disbelief. "If she can do this to a man like Lucas ... it's over!", Dr. Koller thought. A sudden depression befell him when he foresaw an era of oppression and humiliation of men on Gavin's Rock. "Can't get it up, huh?", Dinah said to Lucas, smirking. "Don't forget to beg! Otherwise..." She moved the crossbow closer to Lucas' manhood, aiming directly at his dangling scrotum. "You still got one minute, boy!" She turned to Dr. Koller. "I learned a lot from your psychological tricks, right?" Koller didn't reply, but clenched his fists. Dinah couldn't hide the fact that she greatly enjoyed having the four helpless men under her control. "Yello, my boy ... would you like me to do this to Brennan, too?", Dinah asked tauntingly. Yello blushed and didn't reply, but couldn't stop watching Lucas. Damian was still dealing with his injured foot, but even he couldn't take his eyes from his former rival. Lucas rubbed his dick now in a frenzy, but it still wasn't fully hard. "That's disappointing ... and very, very bad for you...", Dinah remarked, a mischievous glitter in her eyes. "Please ... spare me ... spare my manhood ....", Lucas mumbled unconvincingly, sweating while he desperately manipulated his resisting, powerless cock.

Lucas stared at her in pure terror. His hands instinctively moved to cover himself, but Dinah shook her head, her smirk widening.

She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a low, taunting whisper. "You know, Lucas, I’ve been thinking," she purred, her words dripping with venom. "A slave doesn’t really need both balls, does he? One should be enough. Just enough to make you useful, but also to remind you of how weak you really are. How we control you. How you’re beneath us."

Lucas’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. His entire body was shaking, beads of sweat rolling down his face as the reality of what was happening set in. He had always been in control, always been the one with the power, but now, all of that was slipping away. He felt like a trapped animal, and Dinah was the predator, circling him, deciding how much she wanted to make him suffer.

“Please…” Lucas’s voice cracked as he begged, his pride completely shattered. There was no arrogance left, no trace of the confident Admiral he once was. He was nothing now, just a man begging for mercy, hoping that Dinah would grant him some small reprieve.

But Dinah had already made up her mind. Her finger tightened on the trigger, her smile turning wicked. “Too late,” she whispered.

THUNK!

The bolt flew from the crossbow, hitting Lucas square in the left testicle. For a moment, everything seemed to slow down. Dinah watched, almost in fascination, as the bolt struck with brutal precision. The impact crushed his testicle, turning it into a pulpy, bloody mess right before her eyes.

Lucas's scream tore through the room, raw and primal. His body convulsed, hands flying to his groin as he collapsed to the floor. Blood seeped through his fingers, pooling on the cold ground beneath him. The pain was unimaginable, a white-hot agony that ripped through him like a knife. His vision blurred, and for a moment, he thought he might pass out. But the pain kept him awake, kept him conscious as he realized what had just happened.

He was half a man now.

Lucas looked up, his face pale, his breath shaky as he stared at Damian, who was still lying on the floor, wounded but untouched in comparison. "How… how can I lose?" Lucas gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "How can you still be a man… and I’m not? Where did I go wrong? I was the golden boy of Gavin’s Rock…"

Dinah wiped the blood from her hands, stepping over Lucas’s writhing body with cold indifference. She looked down at him, her expression hard and unforgiving. "You know where you went wrong?" she asked, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. "It’s not just because you’re a man with balls—though that’s part of it -Balls are so fucking stupid and ugly. It’s because you bullied people. You betrayed your friends. You thought you were untouchable, but here you are, broken and bleeding."

She turned to Damian and Yello, who had watched the entire scene unfold in stunned silence. "Stay here," she ordered, her voice firm. "Damian, if you want, there’s a medic nearby. Help him if you feel like it, but it’s not my problem anymore. And Yello…" Her gaze softened slightly as she looked at the redhead. "You can run with Brennan if you want. I won’t stop you. If Brennan kept fighting here, he will lost his manhood."

Yello looked conflicted, his fear evident, but he nodded weakly, unsure of what to do. Damian, on the other hand, said nothing. He just lay there, clutching his foot, his mind racing as he watched Lucas groan in agony beside him.

Dinah turned away from them, wiping her hands on her pants as she headed for the door. Without looking back, she muttered, “I’ve got more important things to handle. I’m going to help Silla.”

And with that, she walked away, leaving behind the broken remnants of what was once one of the most powerful men on the island.

“Damian… We have been best friend since elementary school. Help me… There’s a medic room near here. Take me there. Please… for our friendship”

"We're ... we're not friends anymore!", Damian muttered mechanically, staring at the wound between Lucas' legs. Then he looked at his father, as if he was begging him for advice. "We're men ... we're all men...", Koller said slowly, as if he was still under shock. Like his son and his nephew, he couldn't take his eyes from the writhing Admiral, feeling a phantom pain in his own manhood. He straightened, and looked at Damian and Yello. "Dark times for us might come ... We have to learn to help each other - otherwise we're doomed!" - "Dark times ... But ... Gabriel! He will save us! He will ...", Damian began, with a frightened tone in his voice. Koller shook his head. "There's still some hope, but ... you saw what even a girl like Dinah could do to all of you ... all of us!" Damian had never seen his father so serious and sad. "Be realistic, son! Perhaps a day will come when men regain their freedom ... but prepare for a long, dark age of oppression!" Damian almost couldn't believe what his father was saying. He reached for the shock collar wrapped around his manhood, reminding him that they were slaves already. The realization hit him like another shock. For a moment, he stared at Lucas, not sure what to do. His father's words echoed in his mind again and again. Then he shrugged. "We're all men!", he repeated what his father had said, and headed for the medic room to get some bandages and medications. Yello slowly stood up, still holding on to the wall. "Damian... Dr. Koller ... I'm sorry, but ..." Suddenly, he had a determined look in his eyes. "I gotta find Brennan! Maybe I can convince him to flee ... I will try!" - "Hey! What do you think you're doing! You're still collared like me! You can't escape! You can't let me alone in this!", Damian protested. "Don't worry", Yello just said. "I promise we'll see each other again ... after the battle!" With these words, he ran out of the room. Damian sighed, but Dr. Koller just shrugged. The scientist knelt before Lucas, and spoke to him in an insistent, almost hypnotic way. The young Admiral's battered body relaxed slowly when Damian came back with the medication. "Let's see if we can bring him to the clinic somehow!", Koller said, then he let his head hang down. "I'm afraid Dr. Hodenberg will be the most important man for us on this island in the near future!"