My Life In A Gang part 5
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. 


5. Introducing new Techniques

Generally speaking, we were ruling again. Therefore the boys fought rougher and 
rougher. 
The boys used nowadays so called rippers equipped with cups and a sharp knife. 
Their task 
was to attack and rip up a girl's slit either from front or from back (between 
pussy and 
asshole). A girl treated that way mostly died from bleeding. Even the plastic 
protective cups 
or groin-guards were not strong enough to withstand these pointed knifes. As an 
answer to 
this deadly threat we planned to introduced archers which could break the boys 
even from a 
distance.

The first time we had contact to rippers was during a normal fight between 4 
boys and 4 of 
our girls (one of them was my sister). We just wanted to test whether we could 
fight against 
boys one to one, but our girls had difficulties: One boy grabbed the hands of 
his enemy-girl 
and let himself fall down backwards, so that he laid on his back while she stood 
over him with 
spread legs. From below he stomped several times into her groin so that she was 
crotch-lifted 
every time. After some stomps her light blue jeans got bloody between the legs. 
(Maybe she 
had her menstruation, anyway.) She was unable to defend anymore. So the boy 
brought her 
down and sat between her spread legs. Suddenly, he took a knife and rammed it 
into her cunt!
At the same time, another girl attacked her enemy-boy with a karate kick to his 
head, but he 
was able to block and hold her foot close to his head so that she stood in front 
of him one foot 
on the ground, the other held by the boy. He also rammed a knife into her fully 
exposed 
pussy! Another boy dominated against one further girl: He brought her down to 
lay on her 
breast, while he sat on her back. With his arms he forced her legs apart so that 
he had access 
to her sensitive groin. He took a knife and performed an experienced cut between 
her pussy 
and asshole! This girl had no chances to survive. The last boy fighting against 
my little sister 
had the same plan. But when we saw his knife, me and 10 other girls attacked 
them! 3 girls 
had to die before we realized what was going on!
All boys were quickly overwhelmed. The three killers were sentenced to die. We 
decided to 
test our brand-new bows on the boy who had killed the first girl. In our HQ, we 
had a special 
device where we fixed him with arms and legs slightly spread. He stood in an 
upright position 
and was naked except his cup which we had left him. I took the newly-bought bow 
and aimed 
at his groin. The arrow struck through his plastic cup like through butter, 
traveled through his 
abdomen and came out at his asshole on the other side. Me and the other girls 
walked over to 
the dying boy and admired our work. Finally, we had the proper answer to a boy's 
groin-cup 
and especially to rippers!
The next boy was sentenced to die, too! We left him his jockstrap and cup, all 
other clothing 
was taken. Now we ordered our dog (a huge shepherd) to attack him. Before the 
released the 
dog, we let him sniff on captured boy-briefs for that the dog knew WHERE to 
attack! It 
worked perfectly: After some seconds, the dog had reached the fleeing boy, threw 
him to 
ground and with his powerful teeth he easily cracked the boy's cup, mangling his 
boyhood 
inside!  
The last killer served us as tester for an airgun. Again, he could keep his cup 
inside his tight 
white nylon shorts. He was brought to the same stretcher-device on which his 
comrade had 
died before him. He was fixed so that he couldn't move and his groin was a well-
exposed 
target. My sister aimed with the air-rifle at his groin and fired. The bullet 
struck through his 
plastic cup, busted his balls and stuck in his body, now. The boy was coughing 
blood and 
breathed jerkily. We walked over to him to investigate the effect of an air-gun 
against boys. 
He was bleeding out of the cup so that the white shiny shorts got bloody between 
the legs. I 
stripped his shorts down and the cup fell out. His cock and the right ball was 
injured, but I 
was sure that he wasn't going to die. His left nut seemed to be OK so that he 
was not even 
completely sterile. Unlike the arrow before, the bullet wasn't strong enough to 
penetrate 
through his body. Maybe, air-rifles would have difficulties to crack boys with 
harder cups or 
at larger distance, so we decided to prefer bows for future fights! 
The last boy, who had tried to kill my sister, deserved a special treatment, 
too! We decided to 
boil his eggs: He was put into the same stretcher device as the boy before, and 
his cock was 
fixed with tape to his body, so that just his big balls dangled between his 
spread legs. One of 
our girls brought a mug of boiling water and held it between his legs so that 
his whole nut-
sack dipped into it completely. After about 20 seconds, he had passed out and 
got hard boiled 
eggs. He was sterile now; we called it thermal sterilization!
For future fights, we also planned to introduce a mechanical sterilization 
whereby the whole 
nut-sack was cut off with a knife. And some of our girls being strong in 
chemistry had 
developed a substance for chemical sterilization which was put as uvula into a 
boy's asshole. 
We called it fertilizer sticks, but in fact was rather the contrary: Any boy who 
got such a stick 
was unable to get a hard-on for two or three days. Then, this effect 
disappeared, but our 
"scientists" told us that a boy who got this treatment 7 to 15 times, was 
probably sterile for 
the rest of his life, especially with young guys.