My Life In A Gang part 3
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. 


3. A new Strategy

After this awful defeat we had to stop all fights for about two weeks to 
reorganize our forces. 
First of all, we trained the girls how to block attacks against tits and groin, 
because unlike 
boys, girls have no natural reflects to protect their abdomen. We also tried to 
buy breast and 
female groin guards but we succeed only partly: Rarely shops offered female 
protective gear 
and then only few pieces. This was not at all enough for our troops! But as all 
shops offered a 
huge variety of male cups, we decided to buy some of them with extended shape 
reaching far 
between the legs to protect a girl's slit. The only unpleasant thing with these 
cups was that 
they were rather broad making us walk with spread legs like a boy! It was clear 
that we would 
keep any captured boy-cup for our own fighters! 
But most important was a strategy how to crack a "cupped" boy. We decided to 
attack the 
boys always in superior number. This way, one girl could hold a boy while her 
partner would 
care for his jeans and cup. In this situation, the weather helped us: It was 
incredibly hot so that 
many boys (esp. rookies and soldiers) wore now just their white sheer nylon 
shorts without 
jeans. So, one could recognize any detail in it, especially if the shorts were 
soaked with sweat 
or otherwise wet. Therefore some boys had cotton briefs of the same color 
underneath. 
Nowadays, many boys even wore silk thongs which they had captured from our 
girls. Boys 
with cups wore them with or without supporter (jockstrap), depending how tight 
their shorts 
were. If they had no supporter, you could clearly see the aeration holes in the 
cup. We had 
already the idea to attack these holes by means of a pointed thing like a pencil 
or knife. So, 
we could have easily cracked the boys' armor. But by now, neither the jeansers 
nor we used 
weapons, so the renounced this plan. Just by looking at their shorts, we quickly 
found out that 
fortunately not all boys had cups! From the bulge in the shorts, we could see 
who wore a cup, 
and with boys without cups we saw the precise position of the target!

One day, I walked with four of my girls through the wood. We were just talking 
and joking 
and not perfectly prepared for a fight when we suddenly heard the voice of a 
private ordering 
his rookies: "Get and screw these sluts!" His inexperienced recruits wore white 
nylon Muay 
Thai shorts, just the private had jeans. They didn't hesitate to attack us. The 
first boy running 
against one of my girls, just wore white shorts without any protection. A 
straight kick to the 
nuts made him bend over ... and even piss! I really love to see a boy getting 
wet! But 
unfortunately, it only happens rarely, if the kick was direct and the boy 
unprepared and if he 
had to go to toilet anyway. But to make a boy wet in front of his comrades is 
the utmost 
humiliation! Another kick sent him finally to ground.
Another boy attacked one of my girls from behind applying a bear-hug  He had to 
feel how 
effective a backward chop of her hand is. As she had learned it in our lessons 
she applied it 
thrice, hitting all times the same ball! The boy was so in pain that he couldn't 
even cry but 
only made strange high-pitch sounds. 
The next boy rushing from front against a girl clearly wore a cup inside his 
shorts. With her 
fingers she pecked into his eyes, so that his both hands flew to his head while 
he couldn't care 
about his groin. Her left hand quickly reached inside his nylon shorts 
underneath the cup 
where her fingers attacked the vulnerable target. It was funny to watch his face 
while she was 
working on him, especially since there was nothing this fool could do about it 
aside from his 
involuntary convulsions! Finally both went to ground, where she striped down his 
shorts to 
take out the cup. Accompanied by our applause, she showed it proudly and threw 
it to another 
girl.
Another girl had to fight against a cupped boy who fortunately just wore shorts 
with a 
jockstrap. With his hands he tried to block her arms but succeeded only partly. 
As both fought 
in a very close fight on the ground, her arm was long enough to reach backside 
into his shorts. 
His jockstrap left the asshole free which is also a sensitive target! Her middle 
finger entered it 
roughly and stirred around merciless. The boy yelled in pain, but she even 
increased her 
efforts to tear his asshole apart. He was so distracted by her unexpected attack 
that she could 
get even her second arm free which immediately slipped from front into his 
supporter. Her 
ball-squeezing was even more merciless than her ass-ripping! After few seconds, 
he preferred 
to loose his uniform and honor instead of his virility! 
Now it was time for me to care for the private who stared disbelieving at his 
cracked and 
helpless boys. I thought to have an easy fight, but he was stronger than I 
expected him to be. 
He managed to embrace me from behind, partly blocking my arms. But I was still 
free enough 
to reach for his underwear. For luck, he wore a captured girlish thong. I say, 
for luck, because 
I could easily yank it up to give him a major wedgie so that his left ball was 
trapped between 
the G-string and his pelvic bone. He started to howl and move to ease the ball 
breaking 
pressure, but I even increased my traction! Finally, he let my arms go and I 
turned around to 
him. He was really a hot-looking muscle-boy! Not to give him time to recover, I 
hit with my 
fist several times into his groin, as I had learned in our fighting lessons. He 
moaned and got 
weaker with every hit, and finally broke down. (Sometimes it really to sucks to 
be a boy!) I 
opened his jeans and stripped it down as well as his yellow thong. The sight of 
his shriveled 
cock made me smile. His panties had strong male smell, but from the bloody 
stains right 
between the legs I could recognize that really a girl had worn it before him. 
Having the pants 
captured of such a strong, hot guy really increased my reputation with the 
girls! (And honestly 
speaking, this smell made me and most of the other girls really horny!) The 
other girls took 
the uniforms of the other guys, whereby the two girls who cracked the cupped 
boys put the 
first captured cups into their panties.

Meanwhile, our girl gang felt strong enough to attack jeansers troops again; of 
course they 
were always in minority. When it came to a boy with jeans and cup, at least two 
girls cared 
about him. We brought him down to lay on his breast. One or two girls held his 
arms and legs 
(mostly sitting on him), while another stripped his jeans down. If he still 
tried to defend, a 
grab from behind inside his cup to his balls broke any resistance! With this 
technique, we 
could overwhelm all boys of a troop step by step. My little sister had problems 
to fight a 
strong hot black guy with jens and cup. I helped her: While I sat on his breast, 
she just had to 
strip his jeans and jockstrap down. For the first time, she saw a black boy 
"down there", and 
she was impressed about the size of his eggs. As she had no groin-protection by 
now, she 
asked me whether she could keep his cup. "Sure", I answered. The boy still tried 
to defend, 
till my sister grabbed and shook his nut-sack. "Left or right?", she asked. "Pop 
his right ball!", 
was my answer. She took his ball of the size of a big plum between thumb and 
forefinger and 
squeezed till it pooped! In this moment the boy started to cough blood and to 
vomit. Now, he 
screamed like a girl! A mixed of sperm liquid and blood came out of his cock. My 
sister 
dipped his jockstrap (which already had some piss stains) into this liquid and 
took it as well as 
his jeans. (It's always nice to have some souvenirs!)
As the other boys saw that she had really cracked his nut, they surrendered in 
panic. They 
quickly stripped down their uniforms and stood on a wall or laid on the ground 
showing us 
their exposed privates and asses. Our girls "allowed" them to go down to the 
knees and to 
offer their underwear as sign of submission. And really: The naked boys kneeled 
in front of 
them, face down and presented their briefs, shorts or jockstraps. The girls took 
them 
mercifully and examined them for well known traces. 
We decided to take the captives with us. Especially, since many girls liked to 
drink their 
cream. Everyone knows that masturbation or the art of a woman giving a man a 
hand job 
provides much pleasure; however the dominating female, taking total control of 
the male 
member and forcing him to come against his will is not at all pleasurable to a 
boy and is 
known as the art of milking. So we milked them whenever we wanted to. When a boy 
could 
not produce enough of it, he got a kick in his balls.


Since we had some prisoner boys and many inexperienced rookie girls, I trained 
them using the prisoner boys as training objects. I told my girls: "Overwhelming 
an unprotected jeanser is not too difficult since attacking his privates is a 
very powerful weapon. You can castrate or even kill a boy if you crack his nuts! 
I'll demonstrate some techniques on a captive jeanser." I ordered him to attack 
me and kicked him straight in the groin. He fell to his knees, cupping his sore 
balls with his hands. Finally, he laid face to the ground, moaning. From behind, 
my hand slid in between his legs. Since he was well-hung, I quickly found what I 
was looking for. My fingers tightened like a vise around his package! He was 
shrieking like a girl and tried to remove my hand from his nut sack. But his 
movements quickly became weaker and finally died completely. I told my rookies: 
"If you finished a boy like this, you can turn him around and strip off his 
clothes. If he even allows you to take his briefs - his most personal piece of 
uniform - he is really finished!" I demonstrated it on the boy. "OK, here we 
have them. Just turn them inside out to check them for traces! - OK, girls, now 
you can train yourselves. Of course, the boys are allowed to defend." Most girls 
succeeded in this lesson excellently, proudly showing me the captured shorts and 
briefs after only some minutes of fight. Just one girl was hit in the tits and 
groin by her opponent, rolling helplessly on the ground. Another girl was too 
rough in her initial kick: She didn't need to squeeze him since he laid 
unconsciously on the ground after her powerful kick. She examined his balls: 
"I'm afraid, I cracked his left nut.", she apologized ...


After many and intensive investigations on captured boys which we used as 
training partners, 
we found four different kind of cups worn by the jeansers and the following 
tactics to crack 
them:
1. Most popular were normal plastic cups of different shape and size, worn in a 
supporter 
(e.g. a  jockstrap, captured girl's thongs or a tight cotton brief) or simply in 
the shorts. 
Since these cups offered good protection for a boy, the most effective technique 
was to 
tear his jeans and supporter down, mostly done by two girls per boy. After 
taking away 
the cup, his balls were treated in the normal way. For instance we had found out 
that two 
direct chops on the head of his cock + two further hits against his balls make a 
boy pass 
out immediately. A captured cup of this kind was especially suitable for us with 
extended 
shape (e.g. banana cups). Small cups that didn't reach between the legs couldn't 
protect 
the pussy. Many girls even wore the captured jockstraps with the cup!
2. Ice-hockey-cups in jockstrap-design: They don't need an additional supporter. 
Strong at 
any attack from front or above and convenient to wear as prisoner boys told us. 
But as 
they don't reach at all between the legs, they are funnily quite weak at attacks 
from below. 
Our girls tested several times knee-kicks on a captive boy, and mostly they made 
his balls 
hop. Even though one single kick was not more than unpleasant, a series of kicks 
sent a 
boy to the ground despite the cup. On the other hand, these cups have a strong 
structure.
3. Taekwondoo cups (very rare): They had a unique thong design, offering a 
foamed hard 
cup for a boys privates in front and being fixed on the back. The padded plastic 
cord went 
from front between the legs along the ass slit. These cups offered very good 
protection for 
the boys' groin as well as a good pussy protection without forcing us girls to 
walk with 
spread legs. From the production process, these cups had same sharp edges inside 
which 
hurt the boy's cock when stiffening. So the best strategy was to cause the boy a 
hard-on. - 
By the way, a technique that works with all cups.
4. Metal cups (luckily even more rare) are fixed by cords on the back whereby 
one strip goes 
through the ass-crack: Boys with metal cups were the toughest enemies since the 
cup itself 
offered no weaknesses. The only way to crack it was simply to cut the cords with 
a knife 
so that it loses its' support. Without his cup the boy can be treated the normal 
way. 
Sometimes, if the cords were too loose, it was also possible to grab inside the 
cup or to 
move the cup to make a ball slip out.
By the way, cups were not the only protective equipment the boys had now: Many 
of them 
also wore shin and breast guards like football players in fights against us or 
other boy gangs.