Warrior of the Female Dominion - Sheena

My name is Sheena. Sheena Benezia. And I'm not a regular woman. Not if you're going by looks anyway. I don't shy away from it - I'm quite beautiful. I have long luxurious brown hair and I've been told my eyes are rather hypnotizing. I've also got a pretty nice rack if I do say so myself. And I don't really mind people staring... to a point.

On this day though it was a bit different. I was at a bathhouse with my friends. Rare you find them outside of Japan. There I was with three other women, all of us naked and sopping wet. Ahem...

"You're kidding me!" said Alexa. "They actually exploded?!"

I proudly nodded my head. "I felt it happen - just as my foot met his balls."

Cindy piped in, "I'm sorry, but that sounds a little farfetched... I mean I've heard of balls being ruptured in an attack, but both in one kick?"

"Heh... well it wasn't exactly ONE kick." I answered. "But enough of them can do quite a bit of damage. When it's me, anyway..."

"You're so full of shit, Sheena." Alexa joked.

"Hey, I believe it!" said Sasha. "I've seen her kick the shit out of so many dudes, I don't doubt a thing she says."

"I guess I am kind of a badass..." I answered. I'm so modest.

We all laughed and I eased into the water... but that's when I noticed him. It was hazy in the room and not so easy to see, but I caught the face of a man peeping in on us.

As soon as my gaze turned to him, his eyes went wide. I didn't want him to run, so I pretended not to see him. I smiled and told some lame joke as I slipped into the water, hiding my breasts.

Before long I excused myself, turned to grab a towel and put it on as I got out - I wanted to give him as little a show as possible. Of course he'd end up seeing more of me than he wanted anyway...

Something I didn't mention about myself. I'm kind of a warrior. It sounds so dramatic when I put it that way, but it's an accurate description. I'm trained to fight... no, scratch that, I'm trained to destroy. Not just men, but it does tend to work out that way. I'm one of a secret, select few that serve under a higher order, that frequently calls on us to dole out punishment. Of course, I don't always have to hear from the chief to know when balls need busted...

I made my way outside still in nothing but a towel - I didn't want to waste any time. It sickened me that he was peeping in on me and my friends, the last thing I wanted was for him to finish. He didn't deserve that satisfaction.

The area outside the building was heavily guarded so that situations exactly like this wouldn't happen, but somehow he got by them. I did as well, by climbing up to the top of the building. It was faster anyway.

Silently I crept up to where the pervert was standing. I couldn't believe the sight; here this guy was in public, totally naked and jacking off his tiny dick. He was an ugly mother and a little bit pudgy. Overall he was kind of pathetic to look at. I couldn't wait to beat the fuck out of him.

I stood above him and cried out, "Having fun, needledick?"

Instantly his lust turned to terror. He stopped his beating and started darting his eyes around.

"My eyes are up here." I said. What? I appreciate irony.

He glanced up and was frozen at the sight of me. I decided to scare him a little more, and jumped right down there to face him. He jolted backwards, falling on his ass.

"What...?! Who... how?!" he started sputtering. His fear was wonderful.

I grinned. "I just want to start by saying, even fully erect, you have the smallest pecker I've ever seen."

That wasn't actually true. His was tiny - maybe 2 and a half inches erect - but in my line of work, I see a lot of tiny dicks. I just said that to hurt him, and judging by the way he quickly covered up his package, I'd say the shame cut him pretty deep.

"Wh-what do you want from me?!" he asked.

"Oh believe me, I want nothing from you... except for a little justice." I said, crossing my arms. "I'm sure I don't look it to you, but I'm kind of dangerous. And I want to show that to you."

The pathetic man scrambled up to his feet. "I... I thought you were going to call the police..."

"Oh no, I wouldn't do that... not before I beat you within an inch of your life." I responded with a grin. "Of course if you can beat me... or escape me, then I'll forget I ever saw your puny little prick."

Suddenly the man flashed with rage. It was obvious he didn't fear me in a fight, as he reared back and swung with all his might. I let him hit me right in the face.

It barely hurt at all, and I made it look even less painful by not even flinching. A common tactic amongst those in the Dominion. I snickered at him as he recoiled in surprise.

"I'm gonna give you 30 seconds to do whatever you want; take me down or start running." I announced. "After that's up... I’ll do whatever I want to you."

He kept throwing punches at my face and I kept pretending not to feel them. He gave one to my stomach - and then an uppercut to my tit. I won't lie, that one did sting a little, even from a pansy like him. I just made a mental note that I'd more than get him back from that and smiled.

"20 seconds." I said, keeping count in my head.

Frantically he started grabbing at me like he was trying to wrestle with me all of a sudden. I guess he was trying anything at this point. He grabbed me around my shoulders and tried to pull me to the ground but I didn't budge.

"Your body looks even more pitiful when you’re in that pose, straining your little heart out... also, ten seconds."

Humiliated and petrified, he finally started running. Took him long enough to wise up. I kept counting down. As soon as I hit zero in my head, I sprung back up to the top of the building.

From there I had a better view and I was able to spot him. Ten seconds of running and he was only two blocks away? I found that kind of hilarious. I proceeded to jump from rooftop to rooftop. A moment later I jumped back down to the alleyway, landing directly in front of him. He ran right into me and fell backwards onto his ass.

Once again, he didn't move me a bit. My towel, on the other hand, was not so lucky. All that moving around loosened it up and that impact caused it to fall to the ground. My body was bare for the little asshole to see, but at this point I honestly didn't care anymore. I never was one for modesty anyway - I had the kinda shape you like to show off.

The little perv of course couldn't stop staring. His meager dick - shriveled to damn near invisibility due to fear and the cold - perked right up.

"What do you think, little guy? Not a bad last sight, huh?" I asked with a grin.

The guy didn't seem to notice, he was in a trance ogling me. I snapped him out of that by stomping my foot down inches from his nuts. That got him back to fear - the only thing he should be feeling.

He scrambled back to his feet and starting running again. I rushed after him, my titties bouncing lovingly. I probably don't have to tell you that I'm a better athlete than he is. Within seconds I caught up to him and actually ran side by side with him for a second to mock him. Then I roughly tackled him to the ground.

I kept him pinned there for a second, my naked body against his, just to assert my dominance. Granted by now he probably got the point already, but it never hurts to lay it in a little more. Then I stood back up, lording over him - one foot next to either side of his pudgy torso. He crawled backwards until he ended up cornered against a wall.

"Get up, bitch." I muttered to him. He hesitated, so I shouted, "I said get up!"

Slowly he got up to his feet, his back against the wall. He was a total mess, crying and shivering.

"P-Please... spare me..." was all he could say.

My answer was simple. "No."

With that I reared my leg back and slammed my shin into his bare balls with as much force as I could muster. As I was trained, I didn't kick into the crotch but through it; as though I was trying to hit his chin and his testicles happened to get in the way.

The effect was incredibly satisfying. He doubled over and hugged my leg, as I kept my foot exactly where it was, deep in his balls, not moving a muscle. He was whimpering and crying - he seemed to want to scream but I don't think he had the air in his lungs to do it at the moment.

He clearly wanted desperately to fall, but I kept him up for a few seconds just to savor the moment. It was a devastating kick. Not my best work, but up there. After about five seconds, I finally removed my foot from his groin and let him collapse in a pitiful heap.

He was finished. One kick and he was done, curled up in the dirt cradling his insignificant balls. I couldn't help but snicker. He called himself a man? He throws everything he's got at me and barely hurts me at all. Then I launch one shot and he's down. It was utterly pitiful. I'd feel bad for him if he wasn't such a disgusting pervert.

With that in mind, I smiled - his night was far from over. Now came the fun part. Now came the punishment...

I knelt down and hooked his arms, pulling him up to his feet as he made pathetic noises. I couldn't make out what he was saying but it certainly sounded like he was begging me off. Didn't really matter that he didn't get it out, I wouldn't have listened. I shoved him against the wall, pinning him down by the elbows.

I looked into his eyes. I saw tears... and terror. He was looking for mercy. He would find none.

With as much force as I could muster - and I could muster quite a bit - I launched my knee into his testicles, making him emit a squealing howl. Swiftly I kneed him again, slamming my toned thigh into his crotch this time. Then, slowly, I reared my leg back. With the way I held his arms, he couldn't cover up. All he could do is writhe and wait for the seething pain.

I rocketed my leg up once more, the point of my kneecap crushing his bare balls. I let go of his arms just before the impact, which ended up sending him up the wall. He once again hung a few feet in the air, straddling my leg.

I set my foot down, but not before grabbing him by the throat to keep him in place. I held him tightly enough for him to hurt and gag a bit, but not enough to choke him - I wanted him to remain both alive and conscious for this beating. Weakly, he cupped his tiny package.

I smiled. His testicles would get a much more thorough beating as the night went on, but for now I could pick apart other parts of his worthless body. After thinking it over for a brief moment, I took a deep breath as I drew back my free arm. I summoned as much strength as I could before driving it deep into his flabby gut.

His weak cry was stifled by my grip around his throat as I drew my arm back once more, punching him in the stomach over and over before transitioning to elbows and knees. I didn't stop until I saw bruises.

Next... I saw no better option than to fuck up his face. And boy did I ever. A straight jab darkened his left eye. A couple of solid uppercuts came next - I want to say his jaw seemed a little loose after that. I followed up with three elbow strikes, the first two to the nose, leaving it smashed and bloody. The third hit him right in the mouth. He spat out a few teeth after that one.

I mused to myself for a moment, thinking up my next move as this pathetic excuse for a man wept. My hand was still wrapped around his throat. I decided this position had run it's course for now, so I took a step to the side and threw him forward, causing him to land facefirst on the pavement.

Predictably he started trying to crawl away, whimpering hilariously all the while. He didn't get far, as I dashed forward, leapt into the air and landed my supple ass into the small of his back, stopping him in his tracks and forcing another howl of pain. Then I spun around on top of him so as to face his legs.

I noticed his puny balls (barely) peeking out from under his ass. I gave them a bit of a slap - a love tap really - which he reacted to with a frightened shriek. He cupped his balls once more, but I didn't care, they still weren't my main targets yet.

I wrapped my arms around his shins and yanked his legs towards me. I put him in a submission hold known as the Boston Crab - his whole lower half was bent backward and skyward. Always a bit of a Chris Jericho fan I decided to put just a little bit more hurt on him by digging my knee into his back.

This was called the Liontamer, though this little pussy was far from a lion. His shrill hollers of pain sounded more like a tortured kitten. Obviously he was atleast a little familiar with submission holds because he started frantically tapping out on the pavement.

"Haha, sorry little guy." I chuckled as I gazed gleefully down at this sad, sad sight. "I appreciate the gesture, but I don't want your submission... I want your manhood. All of it. Heh... not that there's much of it to begin with."

I was given a reminder of just how accurate that statement was the moment I turned my head back around. This position, forcing his lower body into the air with his legs spread widely, magnificently displayed his poor excuse for genitals. They were hilarious enough from afar but this was the closest I'd seen them and I couldn't resist bursting into laughter.

“Ohhh my God! Ahahahaha wow! I don’t want to beat a dead horse here but… you’ve been beating a lil’ mosquito, dude!” I cackled. His groans of pain seemed to take on a much more sad tone.

I was intending to leave his balls for a bit longer, but inspiration hit and I couldn’t resist. I put my elbows to his thighs to keep his body in position, my knee still buried deep in the small of his back. I wrapped my hands around his genitals, encircling his meager dick and balls.

“Nooooo…” I heard his meek cry choke out through the pain. “D-Don’t...”

“In case you haven’t noticed, you’re not the one calling the shots here.” I reminded him. “Besides, this is for your own good… your little appendage could use some stretching!”

With that, I slowly bent my immaculate body backwards, yanking his so-called manhood down with me. I removed my knee from his back, planting both feet at either side of his chest so as to bend further. Judging by the increasingly loud, hideous wails emitting from his mouth I don’t think I alleviated his pain any by doing that.

As I pulled further down, my elbows left his legs. I was pleased to see his lower body didn’t go back to it’s natural position; I was now officially bending his wimpy form backwards via his junk. I sunk deeper and deeper until my bare supple ass ended up resting on the back of his head. Couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Always one for adding insult to injury, I gave my ass a little shake, grinding it deeper against him.

My flexibility worked greatly to his detriment, as I was able to bend back so far the crown of my head ended up touching the pavement. His horrific howls drowned out even the sound of the burgeoning thunder. As I stretched his body beyond his wildest nightmares, rain began to fall around us.

His hands continued pounding senselessly against the ground as he shouted, “P-Please…! Y-You’re goooing to… rip them offff!”

“Oh, don’t worry little man. I’m specifically trained to know the limits of the male anatomy. They’re only going to tear off if I want them to!” I sincerely reassured him with a giggle. “You’re much more likely to have your spine separated before your manhood is ripped off~”

Strangely his shrieks of pain and terror only rose in volume, he was howling himself hoarse. I don’t know what his problem was, I was having all sorts of fun, bouncing my ass up and down on the loser’s head. I may have gotten carried away as I kept doing this for a good few minutes.

The rain intensified, coming down on my body. I’m sure it bothered him but I always rather enjoyed the sensation. I watched as a particular drop went all the way down one of my upturned breasts, streaming down my nipple and hanging there for a moment before it came down and landed on my cheek. I found myself gasping as an inexplicable sensation pulsed throughout my body.

I shook my head, trying to stay focused on causing the bitch his due anguish. In the process I ended peering at the puddle of rainwater that had begun to form beside my head, in which I saw my victim’s face reflected. The rush came right back as I saw how deep the pain and horror on his stupid face had become. Even as the rain soaked him it couldn’t be more obvious he was crying, tears streaming down his bruised cheeks.

Ugh, I’m such a freak, I was getting ridiculously horny. I hated getting turned on during a beatdown. Sure it helps drive me, but it just seems so unprofessional in my line of work…

I gave his genitals one last truly mighty yank, and I rolled backwards along with it, taking him with me, flipping him by the force of the motion. I finally released him as he wheezed out a high pitched, utterly sad squeak of misery.

As he clutched desperately at his poor, battered crotch, I stepped over towards his head. When I looked down at him, I ended up catching sight of my own body... sopping wet once again as the rain dripped down every single inch of naked feminine muscle. I’m not sure if many people in the world get turned on by their own figure, but I was getting there.

I was beginning to shake with anticipation, my breath quickening. I dug my foot under his chin, pulling his head up and forcing him to look at me. Even as anguish no doubt pulsed through his every nerve, and as the tears endlessly gushed, a sparkle of lust flashed his eyes as he looked up and saw the same sight that just struck me.

A flash of lightning and a pounding of thunder blasted behind me right at that moment. I had to fight the urge to smile at the timing, keeping the steely face of merciless dominance that I was using to peer a hole through him.

Delirious with pain and hypnotized by femininity, he murmured, “You’re… perfect.”

I didn’t respond. No need to acknowledge his voicing the obvious. I continued pulling his head up, until he was bent upwards at the waist. I locked my leg around his neck in a half-scissor, my calve digging into his throat, choking him.

Looking directly into his eyes, I growled, “Listen. I understand. You never, ever, ever get laid. Because you’re a pathetic loser who any self-respecting woman would turn down at ‘hello’. And if you did somehow manage to swindle a girl into looking past your pathetic personality and going to bed with you, she’d laugh you out of the room the second you took your pants off. And if by some miracle you found a saint generous enough to look past your pitiful body, she’d doubtlessly never call you again after you came directly into your own testicles the second she took her pants off. And so you’re desperate and horny, because you’re a sex-starved loser with a useless cock. I understand that.”

Mid-lecture, I flexed my powerful leg, showing off how ripped it really is, threatening to crush his windpipe. I continued gazing deeply, as I squeezed mercilessly.

I continued, “But that does not… NOT give you the excuse to prey on non-consenting, unsuspecting women. Peeking on girls taking a bath and jerking off your micropenis to it is not fucking acceptable! Do you understand?!”

Through grit teeth, he chokes out, “I’m s-s-sooorrryyy...”

“Yes. You are.” I announced.

I released him and grabbed his hair before he could drop to the pavement. I dragged him up into a headlock, pressing one of my soft, large breasts into the side of his head just to literally rub in the fact that he is indeed being beaten up by a woman. I dragged him back to the wall and slammed him backfirst into it. I sent a thrust kick into his chest, and held my foot in place against it, giving him a great look down it, all the way to my pussy which at the moment was dripping wet for a couple of reasons...

Despite everything, his miserable excuse for a pecker grew to it’s maximum, mighty 2 and a half inches at the sight. I moved my foot down his flabby torso, brushing my toes against his allegedly hard penis on the way down. From the gasp of his mouth and the quiver of his puny penis, I could tell he was about to reach an orgasm from the split-second of contact.

He didn’t deserve that, so I rushed forward, again slamming the solid point of my bony knee into his tiny balls. He tried to scream but his throat was too worn out at this point, all that came out was a whimper.

I held my knee in his groin as I grabbed his wrists and forced his arms behind his back. I slammed him harder against the wall and bent over to whisper into his ear.

“Stay. Perfectly. Still. Don’t even close your eyes. If you move a single muscle, I will crush your head between my thighs.” I growled. “You will die in my pussy, do you understand me?”

He nodded his head. He made no attempt to resist. He had learned the true power of a woman.

And I was about to make certain he would never be able to forget it.

Slowly I removed my knee from his crotch, turned around and walked away. A matter of minutes ago he would’ve taken this time to atleast try and run. But no. He knew better now.

By the time I stopped and turned around, I was a good 30 yards from him. I knelt down, a hand to the ground, looking up at his vulnerable form with a fierce intensity burning in my eyes. Another lightning strike flashed, and I used it as my cue, dashing forward at top speed.

I could see his eyes welling with dread; the eyes of a man who knew he was about to enter true hell. I’d seen footage of myself running at top speed before, I was an utter blur. I felt my breasts pound imposingly up and down, swinging madly as in less than 2 full seconds I closed the gap and leaped at my victim.

Flying through the air at a blinding velocity, I launched myself into a crushing dropkick to his groin, the undersides of my feet sailing deeply into it. The crunching sound of the impact was as loud as it was sickening; atleast to most people. To me it was the most beautiful music on this Earth.

All the air immediately left his lungs. As I bounced off his testicles and landed on the ground, his only possible reaction was the return of the tears as he slid down to his ass. I looked down at his brutalized crotch just before his hands got to them and I was pleased to see my intentions had been realized.

I actually focused that attack entirely on his right testicle. It exploded on contact. I had come to know well what a truly busted nut looked like, and I knew there was no saving it.

Turning him into half a eunuch was the last straw. I was voraciously horny and it needed addressing. I stepped forward and ensured my pussy was right in front of his crying face as I furiously fingered myself. I didn’t hold back, throwing my head back, whipping my sopping wet hair back and forth in the rain as I screamed in a shuddering ecstasy.

This went on for a good ten minutes, and the whole time he didn’t budge. This show of ultimate submission propelled me even further into a truly fantastic climax. I ensured some of my ejaculate landed on him as I stood there gasping, my hands pressed against the wall.

“That was… the first time… you’ve ever seen a woman cum up-close.” I declared. I didn’t even give him benefit of the doubt enough to posit that as a hypothetical question. “Certainly the closest you’ll ever come to making one climax yourself. So I think we can safely say this was a good day for you, little bitch.”

He didn’t respond. Smart boy.

I knelt down, pressing my forehead into his, looking him right in the eye once more.

“...I held back tonight. I took one testicle from you when taking both would be so easy. I was merciful enough to leave you your spare.” I declared. “You’re going to be spending some time behind bars for a little while, but I will always, always be watching you. And if I ever hear even the slightest rumor that you’re perving on a woman again, I will take that remaining ball. And I will crush it slowly. Is that understood?”

He nodded his head.

A swift elbow to the temple knocked his lights out. I turned and left him there, sitting unconscious in the rain. Fun as the night was, I definitely needed another bath, so I returned to the inside of the bathhouse.

My friends had departed by then, so I was in there alone, nestling my breasts among the bubbles. I took up my cellphone, left just outside the tub, and called the police. I let them know what my newly minted bitch had done, and told them that a large group of women found him out and kicked the shit out of him. I knew that was more believable to these people than what truly went down. Naturally I couldn’t give even a glancing description of any of them. It was dark and raining after all.

I finished up the call, ensuring that my victim would indeed serve his time; though in truth his rehabilitation was already complete, I felt. Before I could even set the phone back down, it lit up with an incoming call. I saw the name and wasted no time answering.

“What’s the situation, chief?” I asked.

“Sheena. I trust you’ve enjoyed your day off.”

She didn’t know the half of it…

The High Chief of the Female Dominion, the sacred order that fights for women in ways no others can, replied, “Unfortunately it’s over now. I’ve a new mission for you… we’ll have to do the briefing on the way over. I need you in the air. Now. You know the drill.”

I swiftly emerged from the water. I knew I didn’t have the time to dry off, so I simply grabbed my clothes, folded them up and took them with me as I rushed out nude into the night once more.

I ascended again to the top of the building. In a matter of seconds, the biplane soared overhead. The rope ladder came within a few feet above my head. I leaped up into the air and grabbed on. Proudly I gazed as we flew high above the city, en route to my next victim…



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