Gavin's Rock (Episode 17): The Last of Patriarchy

 

Chase had Madelyn pinned down, cuffed tightly, her wrists bound to his powerful hands. He leaned in close, his breath hot and foul against her ear, whispering with a dark, twisted pleasure. "Ssttt... don't fight back, my lovely wife." His voice was low and mocking, knowing he had control over her—at least for now.

At the same time, Gabriel descended the staircase like a conqueror returning from a battle, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. In each of his arms, he held Dinah and Bianca, both restrained, but still defiant. Gabriel had defeated nearly 20 women, and his wolves, Thor and Alpha, followed him eagerly, their eyes bright with the thrill of the hunt. The wolves barked loudly, their energy intense, but Gabriel chuckled.

"Easy, boys," Gabriel said with a smirk, glancing down at the women in his arms. "You’ll finish my meal later." He turned to Chase, who was still holding Madelyn down, her strength sapped from the previous fight.

Gabriel flashed a wicked grin. "So, Chase... you’ve got Madelyn?"

Chase nodded, his voice tight with suppressed anger. “She’s all mine.” He looked down at her, though the victory felt hollow. His eyes briefly flickered with something darker—shame, guilt—but he quickly buried it. “Silla is the last one. She’s by the Phallus Statue... or at least, that’s the last thing I got from Rudy before he... you know.”

Gabriel nodded, his eyes narrowing as he focused on what was to come. "Let's go see her, then."

Meanwhile, Silla had just finished charging up her energy, gulping down the power-up drink that Kevin had prepared. She was ready, wearing only her tank top and short pants, her boots digging into the dirt as she stood tall over Rudy's unconscious body. She had dealt with him, but she knew the real battle was about to begin. As she wiped the sweat from her brow, she felt it—the approach of two powerful Conqueror Spirits, each one radiating strength and malice.

She cracked her neck, taking a deep breath. “Looks like they’re bringing the fight here... right to the center of the island,” she muttered to herself. Gabriel and Chase, the two most dangerous men on Gavin’s Rock, were closing in.

All the other Watchdogs were down. The rebellion had pushed the women to their limits, and though Silla's forces had made progress, she knew this was the final stand. She quickly instructed Erin through her communicator. "Keep the women away from the Phallus Statue until I can secure the area. I’m expecting Gabriel and Chase to try something."

 

Gabriel and Chase marched together toward the statue, dragging the BDSM Sisters behind them like trophies. Dinah, Bianca, and Madelyn were handcuffed and bruised but still defiant. Chase, his voice shaking with frustration and shame, spoke quietly to Gabriel, “Gabriel... I’m sorry. My troops failed you.” The weight of it pressed down on him—his failure to protect the island, the fall of the three Admirals. He couldn’t believe it. He felt ashamed.

But when Chase looked at Gabriel, expecting punishment, he was surprised. Gabriel wasn’t angry—not at him. Instead, Gabriel's expression softened, and for the first time, Chase saw something in Gabriel's eyes—brotherhood. It was a rare, almost human moment.

“Brother...” Gabriel said, his voice low but filled with conviction. “We are men. We are destined to rule through power. We’ve built this from the ground up, and if we have to, we will build it again. It’s the natural order of things. Powerful men create civilization. And as long as we stand together, we can tear down that bitch and rebuild Gavin’s Rock from scratch.”

Gabriel’s words settled in, filling Chase with renewed strength. He nodded, the shame and guilt washing away as he remembered who he was. They were men, after all. They were born to rule.

The two men finally reached Silla, who stood in the center of the battlefield, her eyes fierce and ready for the fight. The air between them was thick with tension—the final confrontation was here.

Silla’s eyes swept over the three women behind Gabriel and Chase, bound but still alive. “Bianca... Madelyn... Dinah,” she said, her voice calm but filled with resolve. She could see the confidence in their eyes—they trusted her. They knew that this was the final stand, and they believed in her ability to win.

Chase, the arrogant brute, couldn’t resist a taunt. He grinned at the women, his sword in hand, and sneered. “Any last words before your leader falls?”

But the women just laughed. Despite everything, they weren’t afraid. They trusted Silla. Dinah smirked and called out, “Have fun, Silla.”

Bianca added with a wink, “Make Gabriel cry.”

Madelyn, though bruised and battered, couldn’t help but add her own remark. “Don’t castrate Chase, Silla.” She grinned through the pain. “Leave him for me. That’s personal.”

Silla nodded at her sisters, her face hardening into a mask of determination. She dropped into her fighting stance, her fists clenched, energy radiating off her body. The final fight was here, and she was ready.

"Come on, big boys," Silla said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Let’s see what you’ve got."

Gabriel pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso covered in scars and war-worn skin. He tossed the shirt to the side, now shirtless, wearing only his blue jeans and wielding a giant spiked mace. He cracked his neck, stepping forward with a dark smile on his face.

Chase unsheathed his favorite sword, the blade gleaming under the light. His muscles tensed as he stood beside Gabriel, ready to bring down the full force of his fury on Silla.

This was it.

Two of the most powerful men on the island versus the leader of the rebellion.

The final battle had begun.

Chase was just about to attack Silla when he noticed that Gabriel gave him a secret Watchdog signal with his fingers, meaning "Hold on and wait". He stretched out his forefinger on his sword, signaling "Understood". The next moment, two mighty, furry figures came running behind them, growling and jumping at Silla - Thor and Alpha, following their master's command and their predatory instincts. Silla went down immediately, covered under the heavy weight of the two ferocious beasts. Chase was stunned and lowered his sword, while Gabriel started laughing. "So easy! But my poor wolves won't be satisfied by this petite skinny prey! Let's see which of them bites her throat first, and then ..." He stopped in surprise as his two wolves flew back, apparently repelled by some strong force emanating from their prey. Both animals were howling in pain and shock, and curled up next to Gabriel when they crashed on the floor. The two men couldn't believe their eyes when Silla stood back up, staggering but almost unhurt. She had some deep scratches on her arms, legs and neck, and her tank top and pants were ripped. The aura of the Conqueror spirit surrounded her. "Bad luck for you that your pets are both males", she said, giving Gabriel a challenging look. The leader of the men cursed, and gazed at his suffering, whimpering wolves. "You will pay for this", he snarled, and clenched his teeth. Without further words, he leaped towards Silla, swinging his mace at her. He was almost as fast and as strong as his wolves, and he was protected by his own use of the Conqueror Spirit. Silla could raise her own maze only in the very last moment to block Gabriel's blow. The sheer power behind his attack let her arms tremble, and she had to use all her energy reserves to defend herself. The wolf attack, and her use of the Spirit to parry it, had weakened her already. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Chase preparing for his own attack. "This will be the most dangerous fight of my life!", she realized.

 

Silla's Conqueror Spirit was unlike anything Gabriel or Chase had ever felt. Her power radiated not from brute force or dominance but from a deep, feminine strength that sent shivers down the spines of any man caught in its blast. As she released her energy, the effect on the men was immediate—an overwhelming sense of emasculation swept through them.

Gabriel, with all his might, felt a disturbing tightening in his chest as his dick shrank, his masculinity seemingly weakened by Silla’s aura. His face contorted in a mixture of disbelief and concentration, his willpower barely holding him together as he fought against the suffocating energy. He clenched his jaw, mentally commanding himself to stay strong, to keep his body from betraying him. But he wasn’t the only one feeling the effects.

Alpha and Thor, Gabriel’s two loyal wolves, whimpered under the weight of Silla's power. Their fur bristled, their heads bowed, and in an astonishing display, the fierce wolves lowered themselves to the ground before Silla, trembling. They shook violently, no longer the fearsome beasts they once were.

Silla glanced at Gabriel with a smirk. “See? The wolves bow to me. My spirit is stronger than yours.” Her words were like a knife to his pride.

Seizing the opportunity, Silla swung her mace at Gabriel, who was momentarily distracted by his faltering control over the wolves. He barely managed to block the strike, lifting his own weapon just in time. The clang of metal against metal rang out as their weapons clashed, sending sparks flying between them.

Chase wasted no time. He lunged forward, sword raised high, aiming to catch Silla off-guard while she was focused on Gabriel. But Silla was too quick. In one fluid motion, she bent backward, her body almost horizontal to the ground, evading Chase’s swing with the grace and agility of a dancer. Her flexibility was almost surreal, reminiscent of the Matrix as she dodged his attack and jumped back, creating space between herself and the two men.

“Wow, I have to admit, you two are strong,” Silla taunted, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and mockery.

But she didn’t wait for them to recover. With a fierce determination, Silla charged forward again, this time aiming for Chase. Chase braced himself, ready to deflect her strike, but Silla had other plans. With a swift, unexpected maneuver, she kicked off a rock near Chase, using it as a propellant to launch herself in the opposite direction, straight toward Gabriel.

The move was so sudden, so unpredictable, that Gabriel didn’t have time to react. Silla’s mace swung with precision, crashing straight into Gabriel’s most vulnerable spot—his STUPID FUCKING UELESS MALE balls. THE UGLIEST ORGAN!!! Just imagining those stupid orbs making me sick. Now, reader, punch your balls while shouting Girl Power!

The impact was devastating.

Gabriel’s eyes widened in shock, his body frozen for a split second as the full force of the blow registered. Then, a guttural roar tore from his throat—“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”—as the pain consumed him. He fell to his knees, clutching his balls with both hands, his face twisted in agony. It was a pain that no man, not even a king like Gabriel, could withstand. His voice broke as he cursed through the pain. “FUCK! FUCK YOU!”

Even with his legendary durability, the pain was enough to bring him to the ground. His body convulsed as he coughed, nearly vomiting from the sheer intensity of the agony. The leader of Gavin’s Rock, the feared and ruthless Gabriel, was brought low by a single, brutal strike to his most sensitive organ.

Silla watched him, a dangerous glint in her eye. “Now, boys...” she called to Alpha and Thor, who were still bowed before her. They now recognized her as their true master. “I know you can’t defeat him, but buy me some time. Attack!”

Without hesitation, the wolves lunged at Gabriel, their former master. It was almost as if the bond between them had been shattered by Silla’s power. Gabriel, still on the ground, looked up in disbelief as his wolves turned against him.

“ALPHA! THOR!” Gabriel bellowed, his voice hoarse from pain. “I’m your master!”

But the wolves didn’t heed his command. They attacked him Gabriel struggled, trying to shake them off, but he was weakened—his strength sapped by the relentless pain coursing through his body.

Silla turned her back on Gabriel, leaving him to deal with the wolves. “That’ll buy me some time,” she muttered. Her attention shifted to Chase, the last true obstacle in her path. She needed to defeat him quickly. She couldn’t afford to let Gabriel recover while she was dealing with Chase. Cause it’s just a matter of time that Gabriel will recover.

“Let’s finish this,” Silla growled, her eyes locking onto Chase.

Chase’s face twisted in rage, his sword gripped tightly in his hands. He was breathing hard, his body coiled like a spring, ready to strike. He was the strongest man left standing, and he knew that if Silla defeated him,

“Come on, Chase,” Silla taunted, her eyes daring him to make the first move. “Let’s see if you can live up to your reputation, Fleet Admiral”

Chase was torn between two options: Either to attack Silla directly, or to defend his boss against his own pets. But then, he thought, Silla would attack him immediately ... so he had to watch Gabriel struggle for his life, and fight the nemesis of the men here and now. His wrath helped him in the decision. He attempted a blow at Silla's neck that would have beheaded almost every other opponent. His move was swift and powerful, but Silla's movements were so fast that Chase's eyes almost couldn't keep track of them. Silla dodged, and the sword hissed through the air above her. Chase almost lost his balance, and cursed. "It's almost like having to fight a mosquito with a baseball bat!", he thought. While he still struggled to reattain a reasonable fighting stance, something slammed on his shins: "AAAAAHRGHH! FUCK!" - In one and the same move, Silla had swung her mace, unable to aim perfectly, but directing her blow to Chase's lower half. Chase stumbled back in pain limply. As soon as Silla raised again, he stabbed his sword towards her body, but it was deflected by her mace. Still, Silla was now also stumbling from the force of Chase's blow. Meanwhile, Gabriel had managed to grab his two wolves by their throat, and held them away from him. He applied his Conqueror Spirit, and the wolves hesitated and looked back at Silla, apparently undecided what to do without her commands. Gabriel used this moment to stand up again, reaching for his spiked mace. "Sit!", he hissed, and his pets, after gazing in Silla's direction once more, obeyed. With a wolf-like howl, Gabriel ran back to Chase and Silla, wielding his weapon. He noticed that Chase was limping, but otherwise unhurt, while Silla was becoming slower by the minute. "Now we'll finish her for good!", he thought confidently.

Silla moved quickly, her eyes darting toward Dinah as she noticed something in her pocket—a final smoke bomb. Time was running out, and she needed every edge she could get. “Dinah, what was the last one you’ve got?” she asked, urgency in her voice.

Dinah, still recovering from the fight, barely managed a shrug. “I don’t remember... just take a chance.”

Without hesitation, Silla snatched the bomb from Dinah’s pocket and hurled it straight at Gabriel’s groin. The bomb exploded with a hiss, a thick cloud of smoke enveloping Gabriel.

“Fuck! It’s itchy!” Gabriel cursed, his hands immediately diving into his jeans to scratch at his crotch, writhing in discomfort. “Itchy smoke,” Dinah muttered, grinning through her pain. “It’ll last only a few minutes, but it’s enough.”

Silla smiled, her eyes gleaming with opportunity. “Minutes are all I need.” She glanced over at Madelyn, determination hardening her expression. “Mads, it’s you and me now!”

But first, there was Chase. He was limping, struggling to get back on his feet after the punishment he’d already taken. Silla saw her opening. She swung her mace with everything she had, aiming right between Chase’s legs almost ruining his balls.

The blow landed with a sickening crunch.

“ARGHH NO! NO!” Chase screamed in agony, collapsing once more. His reflexes kicked in, and he dropped his sword, clutching at his balls as the pain consumed him. Silla didn’t waste a second. She let go of her mace and dashed forward, grabbing the fallen sword.

With a single, powerful swing, she brought the blade down onto Madelyn’s handcuffs, severing the chains that had bound her. It felt symbolic—like Silla had just freed her from the shackles that Chase had kept her in all these years.

Silla dropped the sword in front of Madelyn and smiled. “You know what to do.”

Madelyn looked at the sword, then up at Chase, who was still writhing on the ground in agony. There was no hesitation in her eyes—just a long, overdue reckoning.

Meanwhile, Silla picked up her mace once again and turned her attention back to Gabriel, who was still scratching at his groin, disoriented by the smoke. “Now it’s just you Gabriel!” she shouted, charging at him. Their weapons clashed in a violent storm of metal, sparks flying as they exchanged blows, moving closer and closer toward the Phallus Statue—the symbol of male power on the island.

 

As Silla battled Gabriel, Madelyn turned to the fallen Chase, who was still on his knees, clutching his groin, his once-mighty form reduced to a pathetic shell of the man he once was. She kicked his hand so he couldn’t protect his balls

"I’m the strongest man on Gavin’s Rock..." Chase muttered weakly, his voice shaking with disbelief. “I got the power... I’m the man... Why—?”

Madelyn stood over him, her eyes filled with cold anger. “You may be the man, Chase... but I’ve got the power.”

With a firm grip, Madelyn grabbed Chase’s chin, forcing him to look up at her. His eyes were wild with pain, but behind that, there was fear—the same fear she had felt all those years being under his control.

“Look at me, Chase.” Her voice was low, dangerous. “You’ve hurt me. You used me like I was your property. Ever since we were in the academy, my entire identity was tied to you. You made me feel like less of a human, less of a woman. You blamed me for everything—made me believe I was the problem.”

Chase whimpered, his hands weakly grasping at Madelyn’s arms, but she swatted them away. “You ruined me, Chase,” she continued, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. “And now... I’ll ruin you.”

Her hand moved lower, and with a sickening twist, she squeezed Chase’s balls, the grip almost crushing. It was as though the power Chase had held for so long was fading, slipping away under Madelyn’s hand.

Madelyn's mind flashed back to all those moments of control Chase had over her, the darkest one searing into her thoughts—the day after Chase had won the Lion's fight with Hayes, the day he claimed her as his prize.

“From now on, you’ll be Madelyn Routledge,” Chase had whispered in her ear, his arms tight around her. “You’ll be a good wife and bring me sons. When I rule this island with Gabriel, other women will look to you as the perfect example of a wife. You’ll be seen, not heard. You won’t have dreams. You’ll only serve me.”

That memory fueled her rage as she looked back down at the pathetic man beneath her, her hand tightening its grip on his most vulnerable spot.

“Madelyn... please...” Chase’s voice cracked, and he shivered in fear. His eyes were wide, pleading. “I love you, Madelyn. I love you...” His words were weak, desperate. He knew she had the power to end him.

Madelyn’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Too late.” Her voice was ice-cold as she released his balls, only to slap him across the face, the impact echoing in the air.

Chase fell onto his back, stunned and broken, gasping for breath. “Madelyn... I’m your husband!” he choked out, his voice barely more than a whisper.

But Madelyn just stared down at him, her eyes filled with contempt. “I don’t need a man, Chase.”

Without another word, she picked up the sword Silla had freed her with. She raised the blade, her eyes locked on Chase’s groin. His eyes widened with terror, but it was too late.

With one swift, brutal thrust, Madelyn drove the sword into Chase’s groin, the blade slicing through his dick and balls, ending the manhood of a man who had tormented her for years. Chase’s scream was a mix of agony and disbelief.

Madelyn looked at her former husband and finally she’s free.

"NOOO! CHASE!!!", Gabriel shouted as he had to witness the brutal act of emasculation of his best fighter and most trusted man. He could feel the supernatural male spirit around him crumble, and the Phallus statue seemed to shake and tremble - or was it only in his imagination? His own manhood hurt just from the sight of the sword sticking in Chase's bulge. "Chase... my brother...", Gabriel muttered in shock. Chase was writhing in unbelievable agony, his movements were weak and uncontrolled. His mouth still stood open, and his eyes were fixed on Madelyn, who towered over him like an angel of death. The realization that he wasn't a man anymore from that moment on hit him like a mental shock wave, which added to the overwhelming pain in the center of his male body, and in the center of his male identity. "No, no, no...", he sobbed incessantly, as if he wished to turn back time, and get another chance to save his manhood. Even Gabriel, the mightiest and toughest man on the island, was terrified at that point. And even his wolves seemed to be terrified and confused, and they didn't do anything to help their master or Chase, but just looked back and forth between Gabriel and Chase. It was now extremely hard for Gabriel to concentrate on his fight with Silla, not only because of the shock due to Madelyn's punishment of his vice, but also because of the ongoing itching on his groin, which seemed to taunt him, reminding him he still had his manhood - but for how long? Gabriel clenched his teeth once more, focusing his Conqueror Spirit on his opponent while their weapons collided in a deadly blow. The shadow of the Phallus statue fell on the dueling adversaries, and Gabriel strove to profit from its magical aura. He felt that this aura got weaker with every emasculation during today's battle, but he was sure he could still win. "The male species hasn't lost this battle as long as I am fighting", he said to himself with determination.

Silla's Conqueror Spirit flared, thriving with feminine energy, while Gabriel's own spirit, once so formidable, was shrinking rapidly. He couldn’t deny it—he was no longer in control. Silla’s power overwhelmed his, pushing him further into a corner he never thought he’d find himself in.

Meanwhile, Madelyn, now free from her shackles, quickly cut the cuffs off of Dinah and Bianca, liberating them as well. The women who had fought so hard to survive now gathered, drawn toward the battle like moths to a flame. It was as if Silla’s Conqueror Spirit was calling out to them, urging them to rally together.

Silla, her eyes fierce and determined, caught a glimpse of something behind the Phallus Statue—the faint, ghostly image of Lera, the woman who had been killed by Gabriel and the men when she had dared to rebel. Lera's last words echoed in Silla’s mind, urging her to attack where the men were most vulnerable.

A smile crept across Silla's face as she whispered to Lera’s spirit, “I don’t know if this is real, but you won’t die in vain.”

Silla gripped her mace, her hand tightening as she channeled every ounce of her Conqueror Spirit into it. She swung it at Gabriel, and the two weapons collided with a deafening crack.

CRANK!!!

Gabriel’s mace ruptured, splitting apart from the impact. Shock registered on his face, disbelief flooding his features. “What?” he gasped, staring at the ruined weapon. “This can’t be happening!”

Silla stepped closer, her voice low and mocking. “If you’ve got any ace left, Gabriel, now’s the time. Because I think you’re going to need it.” She tossed her mace aside, letting it clatter to the ground. “I want this to be personal. I want you to feel every second of your emasculation.”

Silla leaned in closer, her words a cruel whisper. “Think about what your father, your grandfather, and every man in your bloodline would think if you’re the one who failed to keep Gavin’s Rock under patriarchal control. You’re weak, Gabriel. You’ve always known you’re weak.”

Without hesitation, Silla reached down and squeezed Gabriel’s balls, her grip iron-tight, her fingers digging into his most sensitive flesh. Gabriel let out a choked gasp, his body trembling as he realized how helpless he truly was.

“I’ve always preferred squeezing,” Silla said with a dark laugh. “It’s more personal than kicking or punching. I can feel your manhood, your life, right here, in the palm of my hand. And I can feel your power slipping away.”

Gabriel’s face twisted in agony, his teeth clenched as he tried to fight back, but Silla's grip was relentless. His hands scrambled to push her away, but it was useless.

“AAAAAAAAAA LET ME GO YOU FUCKIN BITCH!”

Meanwhile, Bianca, seeing more women gathering around, seized the moment. She dashed toward the Phallus Statue and shouted, “Girls, here! Help Silla! Together, we destroy this fucking symbol!”

The women, their spirits invigorated by the sight of Silla overpowering Gabriel, swarmed the Phallus Statue. They grabbed whatever weapons they could—maces, swords, axes—and began to smash the statue with relentless fury. The sound of cracking stone filled the air as they poured their rage into every swing, each strike chipping away at the symbol of male dominance.

“Let’s do this together!” Bianca urged, leading the charge as more and more women joined in. The Phallus Statue, a symbol of masculinity for Gavin’s Rock and for all the men in the world, was crumbling under their assault.

“NO! THE STATUE!” Gabriel cried out, his voice ragged with panic as he watched the destruction unfold. But Silla’s grip on his balls tightened, cutting off his protest.

Gabriel, in desperation, smashed his fist into Silla’s face, his remaining strength mustering one last, pitiful attack. But Silla wouldn’t stop. The pain radiating through his body was unbearable, but worse was the knowledge that he was losing—losing everything he had built, everything he had controlled.

The chants of the women grew louder, their voices rising in a rebellious chorus:

“GIRL POWER! GIRL POWER!”

“EMASCULATE THEM!”

“FUCK MEN!”

“CASTRATE ALL MEN!”

The chants echoed across the battlefield, and with each word, Gabriel’s spirit crumbled. His Conqueror Spirit, once so mighty, was now barely a flicker.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

The Phallus Statue was falling apart, the relentless attack from the women paying off as pieces of the once-imposing structure began to shatter and fall to the ground.

“Now, Silla!” Bianca called out, her voice filled with triumph.

“Let’s finish this…” Dinah couldn’t believe they finally arrived in this moment.

Silla responded with a wicked smile. She grabbed Gabriel by the hair with her left hand, yanking his head back so he was forced to look at her. Her right hand was still gripping his balls, squeezing harder with every second. Gabriel was gasping, barely able to speak, his eyes wide with terror.

“NO! YOU WON’T DEFEAT ME! NO! NO!” Gabriel screamed, his voice filled with desperation. But his strength was gone. His once-mighty form was reduced to nothing more than a groveling, broken man.

Silla, channeling the fierce power of a warrior princess, lifted Gabriel off the ground, holding him in the air with her sheer force. The sun was beginning to rise, and the first light of morning hit the crumbling Phallus Statue, bathing the scene in a golden glow.

“Girls, it’s a new day!” Silla shouted, her voice filled with victory.

With a final, powerful motion, Silla hurled Gabriel's body into the statue. His large frame collided with the already weakened stone, and with a thunderous crash, the Phallus Statue crumbled apart, collapsing in on itself.

The symbol of male dominance on Gavin's Rock—and in the minds of the men who ruled it—was reduced to rubble.

Gabriel lay in the wreckage, broken, defeated, and stripped of everything that had once made him powerful. The women gathered around, their voices rising in celebration, their fists in the air. Bianca moved closer to him and stomped his balls. More women surrounded him. Bianca said “You can’t go anywhere”

For the first time in his life, or at least since his early childhood, Gabriel felt the intense emotion of elemental fear. His balls, usually a source of power and pleasure for him, were squashed and started swelling painfully in his tight jeans, and his proud dick was reduced to a shameful fat worm trying to hide somewhere. He leaned on a part of the ruins of the Phallus Statue, erected by his ancestor Gavin the Great after he had expelled the witch coven from the island later named after him, and tears shot into his eyes, another first-time event in his adult life. Everything was shattered - the statue, his pride, his genitals and the ones of his comrades - this was the end of male superiority on his home island, and probably - in the long run - everywhere on the world. "There are still some proud men, somewhere, fighting for their freedom and dominance", he tried to convince himself. "They will continue our work ..." But, looking at the triumphant, bloodthirsty women cornering him, his heart sank unavoidably. "If a handful of sluts can beat us - the elite of MANkind on this planet - how can any group of proud men prevail sustainably? They will all be either enslaved, or castrated..." A beginning depression was mixed into his fear. "I can't live this way ... I can't...", he thought. He gazed at Chase's writhing body, his bulge soaked with blood, his strong arms hanging powerless on his side. In this moment of defeat and depression, his wolves came to him. Gabriel sighed. "My beautiful wolves ... symbols of our male nature ..." But ... what did those beasts do? Thor, to his left, and Alpha, on his right, lifted one leg, and pissed at him to the cheers of the surrounding women.

The laughter of the women rang through the air like a song of victory. Dinah, standing over Gabriel's broken body, pointed and let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Look! His wolves are pissing on him!" she shouted, her voice filled with glee.

The once mighty Alpha and Thor, who had turned against their master under the force of Silla’s Conqueror Spirit, now saw Gabriel as nothing more than a place to piss. The wolves, who had once been symbols of his dominance, were now marking him like a conquered territory. It was the ultimate humiliation.

As if that wasn’t enough, Bianca crouched beside him, her eyes narrowing as she noticed something even more humiliating. "Hey, look! Gabriel pissed himself!" she said, her voice filled with mockery. The damp stain spreading across his jeans was proof of his total and utter defeat.

The women surrounding him erupted in laughter, pointing at the pathetic sight before them. Gabriel, the once-feared leader of Gavin’s Rock, had been reduced to a sniveling, broken man, lying in a puddle of his own piss. His tears began to flow, a bitter acknowledgment of his lost power, his fallen comrades, and the complete destruction of his dignity.

The women didn’t stop there. They circled him, their faces twisted with glee and disgust as they spat on his defeated body, each woman taking her turn, reveling in the moment. Gabriel, overwhelmed by the humiliation, could only cry silently, his body convulsing with the sobs of a man who had lost everything.

“Let’s see what he's got down there,” Dinah said with a wicked grin. She crouched down and unzipped Gabriel’s jeans, pulling them down enough for everyone to see. The moment they saw it, the women burst into hysterical laughter.

Under the effects of Silla’s Conqueror Spirit, Gabriel’s dick had shrunk to an almost worm-like state. It was small, limp, and completely disguised beneath his swollen, bruised balls from the earlier beating. He was no longer the imposing man he had once been—he was now just a pitiful shell, his masculinity stripped away.

“What now?” Madelyn asked, turning to Silla, her voice still filled with adrenaline from the fight.

Silla looked at Madelyn with a soft, thoughtful smile. “Well... you’re the new leader, Madelyn.”

“What?” Madelyn blinked in surprise, clearly confused. “Me?”

Silla nodded. “Yeah. You’re the mother of this island. This island needs a mother, and you’re the perfect woman to guide us.” She rested her hand on Madelyn’s shoulder, her voice filled with warmth. “I’ll support you, of course. Maybe as the leader of the Pussycat Army—the ballbusting force that’ll keep these men in their place.” She laughed, her strength returning as the adrenaline of the fight subsided.

Madelyn hesitated, but the support around her was undeniable. Dinah hugged her tightly from the side, her smile wide and proud. “You’ve always been a leader. It suits you.”

Bianca grinned and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Madelyn. You’ve got this. We need someone strong to lead us into the next era.”

Madelyn took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the faces of the women who had fought and bled beside her. There was no denying it—they trusted her. She had been through hell, but she had come out stronger, and now the island needed someone to take the helm. She nodded, finally accepting the role she had unknowingly been prepared for all along.

“Alright,” Madelyn said, standing tall. “Now... let’s take a rest. But first, put all the men in the mansion. This Saturday...” Her voice grew louder, filled with new energy. “This Saturday will be known as...”

The women leaned in, waiting for her to finish the sentence.

“...THE GREAT EMASCULATION!” Madelyn shouted, her voice carrying across the battlefield like a war cry, sealing the fate of the fallen men of Gavin’s Rock.

The women cheered, their fists raised high in the air, their voices filled with victory and rebellion. The age of men was over.