My Life In A Gang part 2
By Agua
The story is about tough fights between a girls' and a boy gang. Exploiting a boy's "weak spot" often helps the girls.


This story contains explicit sexual and violent material incl. rape, castration and torture and 
should only be read by adults. If ballbusting is a matter of offence, please DO NOT read. 
 

2. The boys fight back

Meanwhile we were so sure about our victory that we directly attacked the boy troops 
whenever we met them, even if we were in slight minority. It was such a fun to see the stupid 
faces of these goofs after a kick or chop to their balls or when squeezing their nut-sacks! And 
to capture their shorts and to ram a carrot or cucumber into their boy-pussies was even more 
fun. Meanwhile we always had carrots with us ... 
One day, we met a boy troop of the same number as we were. Our girls immediately attacked 
them. One girl kicked a boy really hard, but were was no effect on him! Now he kicked back 
to her groin. I didn't think this would have much effect on her, but I was deadly wrong! She 
howled and her hands went down to her aching slit; finally she fell to her knees. I couldn't 
believe it! A reaction like this I had by now only seen after a boy's balls were busted! 
I saw another couple in a close fight. She used her knee against his balls, but in vain. The boy 
reached into her jeans for her thong panties. He yanked it with full force so that the thongs cut 
like a knife into the girl's slit. She shrieked in pain and finally surrendered. Again, I was 
shocked!
But there was no more time to consider upon it, as a boy approached me. Before I could do 
anything, he fist-cuffed against my tits. Ouch! That hurt! His hand chopped now my groin, 
rested there and finally squeezed my cunt-lips! I couldn't help but fell to ground. He kept on 
squeezing my cunt and tits till he was sure I couldn't defend anymore. Then, he took off my 
clothes and inspected my jeans and thong panties for traces like we always did with the boys' 
shorts. He got a broad smile when he saw some stains from my menstruation. It was really 
humiliating! Now he put off his jeans and ... his protective cup! - This was the secret of their 
strength! He raped me and after him another 4 guys. Then he forced me to get to my knees 
and to offer my thong as present. He stood over me with a full erection and forced me to give 
him a blow job, even though he had already screwed me some minutes ago. Afterwards, he 
took my thong to wear it over his cup-jockstrap as sign of triumph! Finally, he rammed my 
own cucumber into my aching pussy. Then, they left us, taking our clothing, yelling and 
applauding.
The other girls were in the same situation like me. Defeated, naked, raped, humiliated we 
went to our HQ. The other troops coming back were also naked: They had experienced the 
same response of the jeansers as we.