Gavin's Rock (Chapter 16): The Fall of Rudy Maybank

 

Rudy couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Two of his fellow Admirals—Froy and Lucas—had fallen, both crushed by the women they thought they could dominate. Now, it was just him. He was the last remaining Admiral, the only one standing between Silla and the destruction of the Phallus Statue.

Silla stood confidently before him, her lips curled into a mocking smirk. She stopped right in front of the statue, the imposing symbol of the island’s male dominance. Her eyes gleamed as she looked up at it, as if savoring the moment before she would bring it crashing down. “Seems like my friends did a great job, Admiral Maybank,” she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Rudy gritted his teeth, the weight of his comrades' defeat heavy on his shoulders. He couldn’t let her win, not here, not now. Not in front of the Phallus Statue, the very symbol of their power.

Silla chuckled as she toyed with the mace she had taken. “What do you think Gabriel would do if you let me ruin this statue, hmm?” she asked, her voice teasing. “He’d be so mad... but then again, after we win, things will change.” Her laugh was sharp, taunting him, her confidence rattling him to the core.

“No fucking way!” Rudy roared, his voice filled with rage. He swung his own mace at Silla with all the force he could muster, aiming to crush her once and for all. But Silla was ready. She swung her mace to meet his, the clash of their weapons sending a shockwave through the ground beneath them.

Both of their Conqueror Spirits flared to life, colliding with such force that the air around them seemed to vibrate, shaking the earth under their feet. The sheer power of their wills battling against each other left the air heavy with tension, as if the very ground was buckling under the weight of their confrontation.

 

Gabriel, from inside the mansion, felt the tremor. The ground beneath him rumbled slightly, his eyes narrowing as realization dawned on him. “They’re going to ruin the statue,” he hissed, his voice laced with fury. His heart pounded in his chest—Froy, Lucas, and now Rudy were struggling, his best men falling one by one. But there was still Chase, his best soldier. Chase could turn the tide, could crush the rebellion before it spiraled further out of control.

“I’m still the one who calls the shots,” Gabriel growled to himself, his fists clenching. He wouldn’t let this go unanswered. Not while he was still standing. He whistled sharply, and his loyal wolves, Thor and Alpha, immediately perked up, ready to follow him.

But just as Gabriel stepped toward the door to join the fight at the statue, he heard voices, familiar voices—Bianca and Dinah.

“Well, well… Guess who came back,” Gabriel sneered, his lips curling into a wicked smile as the two women stormed down the stairs, rage burning in their eyes.

Bianca wasted no time. “You’re not going to kill Silla!” she shouted, lunging at Gabriel with her fist drawn back, throwing a powerful punch aimed straight for his face.

Gabriel laughed darkly, easily blocking her punch and twisting her arm painfully behind her back. “You think you’re strong enough to stop me?” he hissed into her ear, his voice low and dangerous. “You came back to me, bitch, and now you’ll remember how dangerous I really am.”

With a grunt, Gabriel swung Bianca’s body like a ragdoll, throwing her into a nearby bookshelf with a loud crash. Books tumbled to the ground as Bianca’s body crumpled against the wood, her breath knocked from her lungs.

Gabriel turned his cold gaze to Dinah, who stood frozen for a moment, calculating her next move. He sneered at her, his eyes narrowing. “And you, young lady… You may have gotten lucky with Lucas, but you know just how terrifying I can be.”

He laughed, a cruel, mocking sound, and with a snap of his fingers, he gave the order. “Thor, Alpha—get her.”

The wolves snarled and lunged at Dinah, their teeth bared, ready to tear her apart.

 

Meanwhile, outside, Silla and Rudy were still locked in a brutal exchange of blows. The ground around them was cracked and splintered from the sheer force of their battle. But Silla’s eyes gleamed with sharp focus, and she saw her opening.

With a swift, decisive movement, she kicked Rudy’s knee, her boot slamming into the joint with enough force to make him stagger. He lost his balance, just for a second, but it was all the time Silla needed.

“Suck it!” Silla growled, and with a wicked grin, she swung her mace upward, smashing it between Rudy’s legs, right into his crotch.

The sound of the impact was followed by Rudy’s scream, a sound filled with raw, agonizing pain. He dropped to his knees, his hands clutching his groin, his face twisted in disbelief and suffering.

"Awww, the great Watchdog Admiral is in pain?", Silla pitied Rudy mockingly. "Just one hit to his proud manhood, and mommy's little boy is crying?" She straightened, and her voice got colder.  "Focus on that pain between your thighs while you watch me destroy your idol!" Rudy bit on his lips, trying to suppress the pain signals radiating from his groin, and his thoughts were racing. He looked at the impressive Phallus statue.

It had been there since the times of Gavin the Great - a symbol of the rule of men, not only on this island, but on the whole world. "I can't let this happen", Rudy thought. "I would never be able to look at myself in the mirror with pride if I let her destroy our monument!" He decided to distract Silla first. "You pretend you hate men", he growled. "But I know the truth! I will never forget our nights together... how submissive you were ... how much you enjoyed it!" He casually reached into his jacket while he spoke.

"You want me! You need a really dominant, raw man, not a tame pet like this Alif!" Before Silla could react, Rudy pulled out a little metal can, and sprayed some gas in Silla's direction. "Ha! Remember that time when you and your rebels used those gas bombs affecting our hormones? Dr. Koller has done some research since then! Also female hormones can be influenced by certain chemicals! Yeah, breathe in... deeply... Koller gave me this protoype, let's see what happens!" Silla heard Rudy's triumphant words, and tried to find out how her body reacted to the gas. She had inhaled some of it before she held her breath, and now she began to feel dizzy. Rudy stood up, still suffering, but with a vicious smile on his face. "What's up? Not in the mood for fighting anymore?", he asked, and picked up the mace he had dropped. "Perhaps you're now in the mood to do... other things for me?"

Something deep inside her shifted, almost like mind control. The feeling was suffocating. She fell to her knees, her body betraying her will. She tried to fight it, tried to hold onto the burning rage that had driven her this far, but the hyper-estrogen was insidious. It wormed its way into her mind, dulling her senses, wrapping her thoughts in a blanket of submission.

“Rudy… I…” Silla's voice faltered, her mind struggling to push through the fog.

Rudy’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he stepped closer, towering over her like a predator over its prey. He wiped the blood from his lip, smirking as he leaned in, his words dripping with condescension. "What’s wrong, Silla? Remember how it used to be when we lived together? How I fucked you hard without mercy? That’s how strong men are," he said, his voice a low growl. "We’re born to conquer and born to dominate, and no matter how much you try to deny it, a woman’s nature is to be a submissive little bitch.”

Silla flinched as Rudy’s hands shoved her against the wall, pinning her there, his face inches from hers. His breath was hot and rancid on her neck, his words like poison.

“You know I’m right,” Rudy whispered, his voice sickeningly sweet. “You are... my wife. Let’s stop all this fighting and just go home... do what husbands and wives always do. Let me fuck you.”

Silla’s mind felt like it was spinning out of control. Her body reacted as if on autopilot, her head tilting to the side, exposing her neck, her lips parting as if to speak, but no sound came. She fought against the fog in her mind, but it was as if her body was betraying her at every turn.

“I must… surrender to my master… my husband,” Silla whispered, her voice sounding distant, as if it was coming from someone else. The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but they spilled out regardless, a sick echo of the control Rudy had once held over her.

Rudy grinned, leaning in closer, his hands roughly grabbing her waist. “That’s it, Silla. You know your place.”

But deep inside, a flicker of the real Silla began to stir, clawing its way through the fog. She remembered why she had fought, why she had come this far. The rage that had carried her through the rebellion flared up again, faint at first but growing stronger with each second.

“No… No…” Silla muttered, her fists clenching as her nails dug into her palms. Women aren’t meant to please men. The words echoed in her mind, breaking through the drug’s effects, shattering the illusion Rudy had tried to create.

Her two selves were at war. On one side was the submissive version Rudy was trying to reawaken, the woman he had dominated before, the one who had been brainwashed to think pleasing him was her only purpose. But on the other side, the warrior Silla, the leader of the rebellion, the woman who had come to this island to destroy everything men like Rudy and Gabriel stood for, fought back with a vengeance. Which side will win?

A mixture of shock, surprise, excitement and lust rushed through Silla's mind when Rudy bent down to her, and kissed her on her open mouth. A part of her tried to shove him away, but her arms felt weak and shaky. While Rudy's tongue was searching for hers, she felt his hand between her legs, searching under her skirt. She heard Rudy breathing deeply, and mumbling disconnected words. His hormones took control over him even without a spray. "Fuck, it really works!", Rudy thought. "Dr. Koller is really a genius, now I admit it... But why did no one think of this earlier?" He felt that a part of Silla was still resisting, and this aroused him even more. "Break her ... the ultimate victory over their movement", he said to himself, while he touched Silla's pussy. His dick was now so hard in his tight jeans that it was even slightly painful, and it was pulsating, yearning to get into action.

 

 

Silla felt Rudy's tongue in her mouth, and a finger entering her body under her skirt. Her determination melted away like snow in the summer sun. Her whole body was trembling, and she moaned. How could she ever have forgotten how overwhelmingly strong her feelings for this tall, handsome blond man were? "Say that you're my little bitch, my little hole, my whore...", Rudy muttered. "Say how much you missed me! Say it: Women are there to be fucked and used ... for pleasure!" Rudy pressed Silla to the wall with such a force that her ribs were hurting, his massive body was covering hers, and he lifted her up slightly. "Finally you give in... Finally you understand", Rudy whispered in her ear. Her scent made him crazy. He realized that, deep inside, he still had soft feelings for this little, but remarkably tough woman. "Fuck the feelings! Now it's other things that count!", he called himself to order, and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. His giant hard cock sprung out, like an awkward animal freed from its cage. Silla noticed it, and cast a look at the Phallus statue behind Rudy. Its shadow fell on them like a curse from the very beginnings of mankind.

Rudy’s dick was already out, hanging from his zipper, as he loomed over Silla, smug with the taste of victory. His mouth twisted into a sneer, the triumph of breaking her filling him with vile satisfaction. “I’ll claim your pussy,” he growled, leaning in closer, his breath hot and rancid. “And when I do, I’m gonna fuck you every day. Gabriel will give me everything I want once I make you submissive.”

He pressed his lips against hers, the kiss rough, his hands entangled in her black hair. It was passionate, but Silla didn’t respond, her body limp, the drug still clinging to her like chains. Her mind was trapped in a fog of submission, her instincts screaming to fight but her limbs refusing to obey.

"Stop struggling, bitch!" Rudy barked, tugging on her hair harder, pulling her head back. His fingers traced her face possessively, his arrogance bleeding through every gesture. He grinned, dark and malicious, whispering in her ear. “Sstt... good girl... now, say my name.”

Silla’s lips quivered. “Ru...dy...” she muttered weakly, but it wasn’t enough for him. He slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing like a gunshot.

“Master Rudy!” he spat, his voice sharp and full of entitlement.

“Master... Rudy...” Silla repeated, her voice hollow.

Rudy laughed, standing over her, savoring the moment. He kicked her to the ground, his legs spread wide, the cockiness oozing from him like poison. “Now,” he said with a wicked grin, “a little game before I bring you to Gabriel. Let’s see how obedient you can be.”

He was about to lower himself on top of her when suddenly, the mace that had fallen to the ground earlier was lifted by someone from behind. In a swift motion, they swung it at Rudy’s head.

But Rudy, despite his arrogance, was an Admiral, and his reflexes were sharp. He turned just in time, grabbing the mace mid-swing, twisting it out of the attacker’s hand and throwing it aside like it was nothing. He turned, eyes blazing with fury, and saw who had dared to intervene.

It was Alif.

Rudy’s lip curled in disgust. “You don’t know who you’re messing with, boy,” he growled. “You don’t know how great an Admiral really is.”

“Stay away from my wife!” Alif yelled, his voice trembling but defiant. He lunged forward, trying to land a punch, but Rudy was faster. He sidestepped the blow effortlessly and retaliated with a brutal punch to Alif’s solar plexus, knocking the air from his lungs.

Alif collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his body wracked with pain. Rudy, eyes wild with rage, roared, “YOU RUINED MY MOMENT!” His foot shot out, kicking Alif’s face, the force of the blow sending blood spurting from Alif’s mouth. “I claimed her! I won her in our fight, and you... you’re the fucking loser who couldn’t have her!”

“Silla...” Alif croaked, reaching out with a trembling hand toward her, his vision blurring.

Silla, still kneeling, blinked through the fog of the drug. “You are... my... true husband?” she whispered, her voice fragile. Then, as if some part of her subconscious was fighting back, she shook her head. “No... you’re not my husband... Rudy is...”

Alif, desperate, realized what he needed to do. He needed to bring her back, to shake her out of the drug’s grip. There was only one way.

“You don’t belong to anyone, Silla,” Alif gasped, struggling to his hands and knees. “You’re you. I... love you. This is me... this is Alif.” He dropped to all fours, barking pathetically like a dog. “Woof, woof. I’m your pet, Mistress Silla. Remember? I promise if you survive I will be your pet forever.”

Rudy sneered, his foot slamming into Alif’s back, pinning him down. “What the fuck are you doing, you piece of shit?” Rudy spat, stomping on Alif’s back with brutal force. “You’re her pet? You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”

Rudy laughed, savoring the humiliation. “I hate feminists, but a man who aligns with feminists and becomes their pet? You’re not even worthy of being called a man on Gavin’s Rock.” He reached for his mace, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent. “Gabriel told me to kill men like you.”

Silla, still on the ground, crawled closer to Rudy, her eyes glazed over, her mind teetering between submission and defiance. She reached out, her hand brushing Rudy’s exposed dick. “Master Rudy...” she murmured. “Please... give me a lesson... make me submissive. I... I want you.”

Alif’s heart shattered as he watched her fall deeper into Rudy’s control. “Silla, no...” he begged, his voice breaking.

Rudy patted Silla on the head, his grin triumphant. “Good girl,” he cooed, savoring every moment. “Now, let me finish this useless man,” he said, raising his mace high above Alif, ready to deliver the killing blow.

But as Rudy turned his attention back to Alif, Silla’s eyes hardened. She wasn’t gone. Not yet. Her hand slowly tightened into a fist, and in that moment, all the rage, all the defiance she had fought for surged back. She channeled every ounce of her Conqueror Spirit, focusing it into her hand. Seeing her favortie pet/husband in the brink of danger make her heroic side came back. I’m Silla… a free woman”

“HARDENING MAGNUM!” Silla roared, her body erupting with a burst of spirit energy.

Rudy’s eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, Silla’s fist, blazing with the power of her Conqueror Spirit, grabbed his balls with a grip so strong it felt like his entire body was being crushed.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” Rudy’s scream pierced the air, his knees buckling as the pain shot through him like fire. He had never felt anything like it before, the agony unbearable.

Silla stood over him now, her eyes sharp, her strength returned. “I’m no one’s slave, Rudy, But you will understand how does it feels being a slave cause you’re going to live with me, a long and miserable life as someone who is even more low than pet.” She twisted Rudy’s balls.

A wave of paralyzing pain and nausea ran through Rudy's body, and he suddenly felt he had to throw up. He swallowed in the last moment, but the sensation got even worse, he thought his scrotum would be ripped off any moment.

"Nooo... oouuugh... Remember... your feelings... your inner self... you want me... you want to submit..."

It was his last hope that these words would have an effect on Silla. He sweated, and his dick slowly got limp, some precum leaking from its tip. Images of all the men he had known, and whose manhood had been injured or even destroyed appeared in his racing mind. His balls had been ready to unload, and now they were alarming him they would give in to the tension and the pressure in the next few seconds. "No... no...", he begged, and then, in a last attempt to manipulate Silla: "I love you... I really do... I want only you..."

The word "love" that came out of Rudy's mouth only deepened the disgust in Silla's eyes. She stared down at him, her face twisted in a mixture of anger and amusement. "Love?" She scoffed, shaking her head. "You never knew what love is. You’ll never know, Rudy. All you know is power, and even that’s in the past now. You’ve lost that too.”

Silla leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper, inches from his face. “But now, I’ll show you fear. You’ll beg for me. I’ll give you a choice.” Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she tightened her grip on his balls, twisting them mercilessly. Rudy’s eyes widened in sheer terror, his body locked in pain. “If you beg me and surrender yourself to be my slave forever, I’ll spare your manhood. If not, you’re gonna end up just like Froy.” She laughed darkly, the sound echoing in the room like a promise of suffering.

With a swift shove, Silla threw Rudy against the Phallus Statue, his back crashing into the hard stone with a sickening thud. He slid down, his legs barely supporting him as the pain overtook his senses.

Alif lay on the ground, struggling to keep consciousness, blood still leaking from his mouth. Silla knelt down beside him, brushing the hair from his face with surprising tenderness. She leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips, her voice soft but commanding. “Be safe, my dog,” she whispered. “Go to the car. Wait there. The medics will help you. Just tell them you’re a women’s slave, and they’ll know to let you in.”

Alif blinked weakly, nodding through the pain. He tried to rise but faltered, barely able to stand. Silla smiled softly at him, the briefest glimpse of warmth in her otherwise fierce demeanor. “Go. Now.” With that, she turned her attention back to Rudy, who was now slumped against the Phallus Statue, unable to move, fear written across his face.

Rudy looked up at her, his face pale, sweat pouring down his forehead as he realized the hopelessness of his situation. His body had betrayed him, and now his pants were wet with piss, a clear sign of the fear that gripped him. His breath came in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the adrenaline and terror mixed into a toxic cocktail in his veins.

Silla walked over to him, her boots thudding against the ground with each step, and looked down at him with pure disdain. “That’s just the tip of the iceberg,” she muttered, lifting her leg and delivering a brutal roundhouse kick right to Rudy’s face. Her Conqueror Spirit radiated from the strike, amplifying the blow. The impact was bone-shattering, sending blood flying from his mouth. Two of his teeth clattered to the ground, leaving his face a bleeding, broken mess.

“Not so handsome now, huh, Admiral?” Silla mocked, wiping her bloody hand on his uniform as she crouched over him.

Rudy whimpered, his body trembling, his once-proud facade completely obliterated. Silla reached down and picked up his mace, the one he had used to intimidate and dominate others. She twirled it in her hand for a moment before smiling wickedly.

“Let’s see how you like your own weapon.”

With a primal scream, she swung the mace with all her strength, aiming straight for Rudy’s balls. The sound of the impact was sickening, the crack echoing through the air, followed by Rudy’s scream, a howl so filled with pain that it echoed through the hallways. Even from inside the mansion, Gabriel could hear it.

 

Gabriel, already surrounded by women trying to take him down, paused when the scream reached his ears. His brow furrowed as he effortlessly snapped the arm of a girl who had tried to charge at him, her scream of pain lost in the chaos. Around him, 12 women lay on the ground, some clutching their wounds, others barely conscious. Despite the bloodshed, they kept coming, relentless, driven by their rebellion. He cursed under his breath. He knew that scream—Rudy.

“What the hell was that?” Gabriel snarled into his communicator, snapping the neck of another woman who had dared to challenge him. He needed answers. “Rudy, status.”

But there was no response.

Back at the statue, Rudy lay on the ground, unable to speak, his body convulsing from the excruciating pain. Tears streamed down his bloodied face as he tried to move, but nothing worked. Silla crouched over him again, her face calm, her hand reaching for his dick. Her fingers wrapped around it, and with a sickening grin, she bent it at an unnatural angle, the sound of tearing skin filling the air as Rudy let out another soul-piercing scream. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

“Well,” Silla murmured, almost conversationally, “Dr. Hodenberg might be able to fix this later, but right now, you’re gonna have to make a choice.”

She grabbed Rudy’s communicator, turning it on so that Gabriel and Chase could hear everything. “Hear it, Chase, Gabriel… Your last admiral”

“Beg,” Silla demanded, her voice cold and commanding. “Beg me in front of Gabriel and Chase. Surrender yourself to me, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you keep what’s left of your manhood. If not… well, you’ll be like Froy. I’m gonna personally cut your fucking dick and shut it into your mouth”

"No, no, no, no, no...", Rudy whimpered. He couldn't believe what just happened to him, and wished it was a nightmare from which he could awake. But the pain in his genitals was all too real. "I... I will... I ...", he started, fighting with the rest of his pride and honor. "I will do whatever you want... just don't... take my... my... leave me my manhood! Please! I'm nothing without it... I can't... live without..." He sobbed uncontrollably, and didn't dare to look Silla in her eyes. "Gabriel", he adressed the one man all men on Gavin's Rock looked up to. "It's... it's over! Tell the men to stop fighting! Tell the men to surrender! We can't win anymore! Otherwise... they will castrate all of us! They will do it... I'm sure... Let us give up! Let us save our manhood! Maybe we can... negotiate... later..." He heard Gabriel curse and yell at him through the microphone, but continued: "All Admirals are down... Only a few Watchdogs still standing... Sebastian wounded... Koller was caught ... Chase is..." Rudy stopped, and looked around. Where was Chase? Was there still some hope to be saved by this invincible fighter?

 

 

 

Chase’s rage was moving the ground. His conqueror spirit uncontrolled., his body trembling with fury as he shouted into the communicator. “YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!” The words echoed in his head, the image of Rudy—the Admiral he had put so much faith in—lying broken and defeated at Silla's feet. Chase couldn’t believe what had just happened. Rudy, the one he had chosen personally, trained, and shaped to be his successor, had crumbled.

His memory flashed back to the day of the Admiral selection, when the old Admiral retired. Chase, standing tall and proud in front of the Watchdogs, had confidently declared, “I want strong new blood. Someone with experience, but still a breath of fresh air. My first choice is Rudy... he’s the most dangerous among us. He has a drive that will show the world just how great the Watchdogs are.”

He had believed in Rudy. He had trained him in using Conqueror Spirit. He had thought Rudy could help solidify their power on the island. But now, his best Admiral had fallen.

Chase's grip tightened around Madelyn's neck as he lifted her off the ground effortlessly, like a toy. His strength was legendary—Herculean, and he held her as easily as Hercules lifting the Nemean Lion. His muscles bulged, his teeth grinding as his Conqueror Spirit pulsed around him. “You’re all a bunch of SLUTS!” he bellowed, his voice filled with venom.

With a mighty roar, he threw Madelyn to the ground like a ragdoll. She hit the earth hard, the impact forcing the air from her lungs. But as Madelyn lay there, gasping for breath, she wasn’t broken. She wasn’t defeated.

Chase stood over her, his chest heaving, his fists clenched. “You should’ve been my good wife, the one to bear my son, but you’re just another worthless—”

Madelyn laughed, a sharp, bitter sound that cut through his words like a knife. She slowly pushed herself up, using her metallic stick as leverage, a defiant grin spreading across her face. “Oh, Chase... Chase,” she murmured, shaking her head. “You’ve always been so full of yourself, haven’t you?”

She met his gaze with fire in her eyes. “Back when I was on VOC Island, I took a fertility test. Turns out I’m fertile, Chase.”

Chase froze, his eyes narrowing.

Madelyn chuckled darkly, seeing the doubt flicker across his face. “Yeah, that’s right. And then I realized something—you lied to me, didn’t you? Koller must have told you the truth long ago, didn’t he?” Her voice grew louder, her words gaining strength with every syllable.

Chase’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing.

Madelyn laughed again, her voice full of bitter triumph. “You’re infertile, Chase! You can’t have kids! You’ve got a low sperm count—that's what Koller told me!”

The girls around them, those who had fought so hard against Chase and his men, began to laugh. Their laughter echoed through the battlefield, a sound that made Chase’s skin crawl with humiliation.

“What?” one of the women taunted. “The Fleet Admiral has low sperm count? That’s priceless!”

Chase’s face turned red with fury, his body shaking as the truth of his most closely guarded secret was revealed. His mind raced, his vision narrowing on Madelyn as she continued to speak, twisting the knife deeper.

“You blamed me for over 15 years,” Madelyn said, her voice steady despite the pain in her body. She stood now, fully upright, leaning on her metal stick for support. “You told me I was the problem. You made me believe I was the one who was infertile, the one who couldn’t give you a son. But it was all a fucking lie, wasn’t it? A facade to make yourself feel better. To make you feel like a man.”

Chase’s eyes burned with fury, his fists trembling, but he still said nothing.

Madelyn stepped closer to him, her voice dripping with venom. “But you’re not a man, are you? You’ve never been. You can’t even have kids, because you’ve got low sperm count! Hahahaha! That’s pathetic, Chase. You’re pathetic.”

The women around them cackled, the laughter growing louder, the humiliation growing heavier with every second. Madelyn’s words cut deeper than any weapon ever could. She had exposed his greatest weakness, his biggest shame, the thing he had fought so hard to hide.

“And the sex?” Madelyn added, grinning through the pain. “Even that was pathetic. All these years of blaming me, making me feel worthless, and it turns out you’re just a broken, weak little man even with conquerors.”

Chase’s eyes went wild with rage. His Conqueror Spirit flared up around him, the ground trembling beneath his feet as his power threatened to explode. He wanted to kill her, to crush her for this. But for the first time in his life, he felt something he had never felt before—shame.

His secret was out, and no amount of power, no amount of force, could undo the truth Madelyn had just exposed. The strongest man on the island had just been reduced to nothing by the woman he had spent years trying to dominate.

With a face that was now dark red from anger and shame, Chase looked around him. In his vicinity, he was the only man who was still standing. His Watchdogs were lying on the ground, and the ones who were still conscious and curling up holding their balls were still lucky, compared to those men who were lying on their back with steel arrows or spears sticking out of their bulges. All this blood, all this suffering, all this fighting for superiority - had it been in vain? "Never... NEVER!" The second time, Chase shouted the word as loud as he still could. "You can't bring me down! Not with your weapons, and not with your words! I'm a MAN! Men can reproduce, but they can also KILL! Kill beasts and witches that threaten us! And that's what I will do! Prepare to die!" He raised his sword to impale his wife on it, but several women leaped forward to stop his attack. Chase easily defended himself from their improvised weapons, but he knew it couldn't go on forever. They were too many, and more of them came running... Madelyn slowly crawled away from him. "Bring him down! He's tall but stupid!", she shouted. "Remember what Bianca and Silla taught you! Aim between his legs!"

Madelyn's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she heard Dinah's scream echo through the battlefield. “NOOOOO! NOOOOOOO!” The sound was sharp, desperate. It could only mean one thing—Gabriel had gotten to her.

“Shit.” Madelyn’s breath caught in her throat, her mind clouded with panic and indecision. For a brief moment, she stood frozen, unsure whether to rush to Dinah’s aid or stay and fight Chase, who was still looming over her, his rage like a dark cloud ready to consume everything.

She had to make a choice—now.

Without thinking twice, Madelyn grabbed a couple of smoke bombs from her belt, tossing them at the ground in front of Chase. A thick cloud of smoke exploded in front of him, enveloping him in darkness. Without hesitation, Madelyn slipped on her safety goggles, the smoke providing her a brief moment of escape.

“Madelyn!” Chase’s voice was a bellow, filled with rage as the smoke swallowed him whole. But Madelyn didn’t look back. She bolted toward Gabriel’s mansion, her feet pounding the ground as she raced toward the front door. Her breath was ragged, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

She was so close. The mansion loomed in front of her, but just as she reached the door, she felt it—a crushing force wrapping around her mind. Her muscles stiffened, her body frozen in place as Chase’s Conqueror Spirit bore down on her, suffocating her will.

Madelyn's eyes went wide as she struggled to move, her entire body trembling under the weight of Chase’s overwhelming power. He was coming, and she was helpless to stop it. She heard his slow, methodical footsteps behind her as he approached, and her heart sank.

Through blurred vision, she saw Chase emerge from the smoke, his face twisted with fury, his eyes red with rage. He wiped his eyes clean with water from the nearby fountain, an unsettling grin creeping across his face.

“You fucking ungrateful wife,” Chase snarled, the words dripping with venom.

Before Madelyn could react, Chase's fist connected with her stomach, the force of the punch sending her sprawling to the ground. She gasped for breath as pain exploded through her body, her metallic stick clattering to the ground beside her. She had to move, had to fight back, but her limbs wouldn’t respond. She could only watch as Chase loomed over her, his shadow swallowing her whole.

Chase dropped down, straddling her body, pinning her to the ground with his weight. His Conqueror Spirit was still pressing down on her, suffocating her, making it impossible to fight back. His hands gripped her arms, holding her down as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin.

“You’re going to pay for humiliating me, Madelyn,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. His lips brushed against her neck, the feeling of his skin against hers sending a wave of disgust through her.

Madelyn’s mind raced, her body still locked in place by Chase’s power. She could feel his breath against her neck, his hands digging into her arms. The rage she had felt earlier flickered inside her, but it was buried under the weight of his control. She was trapped.

But deep inside, the fire of defiance still burned.

Chase pressed his lips to her neck, a vile grin spreading across his face. “You should’ve been a good wife,” he whispered. “But now? Now I’ll show you what it means to cross me.”

Madelyn fought against the influence that paralyzed her, and assembled all her remaining power to attack Chase. But the previous fights had exhausted her, and Chase's mental and physical strength seemed unshaken. She raised her knee to Chase's crotch, but she realized immediately her move had been too weak. "Oughh...", Chase groaned, and despite her situation, it amused Madelyn to see that even her weak assault affected Chase more than she had anticipated. "Don't... do ... that... again!", Chase said with a cold, menacing voice. He took some handcuffs from his belt, and bent Madelyn's arms on her back. "You will regret I didn't kill you just now!", he growled, lifting her on his shoulder. "The torturing of you and the other sisters will be a warning to the other rebels!" He turned around, and saw some women who had already recovered from his attacks stumbling through the resolving smoke. "I'll bring you to Gabriel! He'll be delighted to have one more captive!"

 

 

 

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!"