My Life In A Gang part 6 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. 6. Fights become tougher I was still a corporal and leader of 2 bow-girls (privates) now while I had a crossbow. One day we had to guard a troop of our girls. This means they crossed the meadows while we kept somewhere behind them on a hill in the bushes. Suddenly our girls had contact to an enemy (jeansers) troop. Four boys immediately detached from their troop rushing with exposed knives against our girls. Now we archers had to act! Two arrows chirped through the air striking full force through the boys' protective cups. Both boys yelled and broke down unconsciously. Meanwhile the other two boys had reached our first girls and slashed their pussies. We could not do anything because the girls were between us and the boys. After the slashed girls had fallen down, we immediately send three arrows to the boy who stood now freely exposed. (The other boy was already surrounded by some girls.) The arrows precisely met the boy's groin and ... bounced back! He must have such a metal cup as we had already seen before, was my first thought. I had to crack him from behind. I run around him as fast as I could, because this jeanser already attacked the next girl! He was faster than me as I heard one girl yell in pain, going to ground with a ripped pussy. Finally I reached the other side of the hill, I aimed my target and fired. The arrow entered close to his asshole, traveled through his abdomen, tore up his balls and was finally stopped by his own protective shield. With a silent scream the jeanser cupped his balls and dropped to his knees. Some seconds later, he fell to front. The arrow protuded like a flag from his asshole. I looked, whether the girls needed my help against the last ripper, but they had him nicely under control: Two girls had forced him backward on the ground while a third girl had snatched his knife. She didn't waste much time to pull down his jeans and cup, but in her rage she drove the knife full force through his plastic cup into the boy's groin! After a short mortal agony, the boy passed out. Now we archers aimed at all the other boys (about 6) which had not been involved in the fights by now. Our other girls surrounded them. The boys recognized their hopeless situation and quickly put down their jeans, shorts and cups showing us their bare privates and asses as sign of surrender. Our girls bellowed in victory collecting all captured equipment. I walked over to the boy whom I had cracked from behind. As I couldn't yank the arrow out of his dead body, I broke it. Now I peeled down his jeans which was bloody on front and back side. I didn't feel like spending much time on him, so I simply cut the cords which held the cup as I still remembered how long it had taken last time to open these complex knots. Now the metal shield was mine! It was really tough as it had withstood even my cross-bow. After fixing some new cords to it, I put it on to protect my slit from being ripped! After the jeansers had learned the hard way how powerful our bowgirls were, the boys had also introduced archers and gunmen (with airguns) to accompany their troops in the background. We had already lost some girls this way, but also many boys had lost their life or at least virility, whereby it was no difference whether a victim was stricken from front or backside. A boy whose groin is hit by an arrow immediately loses consciousness while a girl has to suffer a long time till she bleeds to death. One day I was walking alone and observed a jeanser corporal who tortured a girl with his air rifle. He had driven it into her slit and laughingly he turned it around making her squirm and writhe. Suddenly and just for fun, he shot into her! When he yanked out the rifle, blood shut up from between her legs. I was sure she would bleed to death. The boy was about to go, holding the airgun in front of himself. -- I attacked him from behind; to take revenge was my only thought! I choked him with his rifle which I had grabbed from behind with both hands. Finally, he broke down. I threw him down and yanked the rifle out off his hands. I aimed at his privates and ordered: "Stand up or a bullet will bust through your nutshell!". He did - reluctantly. "Be a nice boy and strip your jeans down!" He did it again. Now, he stood in front of me just dressed with his light-blue nylon shorts. "I want to see your eggcup on the ground!" He took it out of his shorts and dropped it down. Still in rage, I hit the muzzle of the rifle 2 or 3 times in his balls. In total pain, he dropped to his knees and bent over so that his asshole was the highest point of his body. I went behind him and drove the muzzle of the gun through the leg of his nylon shorts into his cunt. He screamed in pain, but I drove it deeper and deeper into his asshole! Involuntarily, he squirmed in a way that the muzzle had the least possible resistance so that I got it half the length inside before it stopped. Meanwhile, the boy was on his knees and hands and panting like a doggy! I decided to do the same to him what he did to the girl and shot into him! When I yanked out the rifle off his slit, his light-blue nylon shorts soaked with blood and whatever came out. While he was fading out, I took his shorts and jeans to prove that I really had finished him. One day, me and my a team of four bowgirls were examining a hill to safeguard our troops in the valley. Suddenly, we saw 5 boys (4 soldiers and a corporal) lying low in front of us with spread legs. Because of the heat, they only wore thin nylon shorts; some had a jockstrap underneath it. They held their bows in front of them watching and aiming at the valley. - They were waiting for our girls! For luck, they hadn't noticed us by now. We stood behind them looking at their nicely exposed boy-pussies (assholes) which you could clearly see through their sweated white shorts. Even the position of their yellow banana cups could clearly be recognized. My girls had the same idea like me: Every girl had a different boy as opponent. The boy I had to crack had a tight apple-ass. We bent our bows and targeted a point between their cupped nut-sack and their asshole. (This is where the straps of their supporters met.) Five arrows chirped through the air, rushing to their aim! Two arrows hit through the cups bursting their owners balls. Another arrow entered precisely the boy's asshole; the other arrows targeted somewhere between ball-sack and asshole. After a short mortal agony, the boys passed out. We walked over to the dying boys to take their bows and of course their cups out off their jockstraps. We even took the two demolished cups as souvenirs. Later we joined our troops again, all together 60 girls. Even though we had seen and killed the jeansers archer troop on the hill, we didn't realize that we were encircled by many boy troops. We had to learn it the hard way when six girls broke down, hit by bow-boys: The arrows had even struck through their plastic pelvic guards or cups! One girl was targeted from behind; the arrow had busted her whole abdomen. From their safe position in the bushes, the jeansers ordered us to surrender. The only thing we could do was to slip down our jeans, underwear and protective armament and to spread our legs as ordered. The boys yelled in victory and came out of the bushes, aiming with their bows at us. It was clear that we had lost this fight and there was nothing we could do when they took our equipment. It took some time till they could open all cords of my metal shield. Of course, all girls were raped by several boys. This time, just driving a cucumber into our pussy was not enough, since the boys had found their killed mates. They decided to kill some girls in revenge. At first, they bound 2 girls on trees to test their bows on the girls' pussy guards! Since the boys didn't want to destroy the other equipment, the girls were completely undressed except their female groin guards. As the arrows struck through their protectors, the girls bent over in pain as far as the strings allowed. They began to cough blood and it was clear that they were going to die. Some boys jokingly went over to them. They rank the arrows out off their bodies and stripped the penetrated slit guards down. Finally, the boys burnt the girls' pussies by means of a torch! Their pubic hairs went up in flames, and the dying girls howled in pain! We all were in wild rage, but there was nothing we could do since the other boys still aimed with their bows against us! As if this was not enough, additionally, four girls were chosen to be impaled: They were bound on a wooden cross and a pointed stake of 3 cm diameter was rammed into their slits! Now the cross with the stake inside the girl was erected, and as the stake was longer than the distance of the girl's cunt to the ground, it bored deeper and deeper into the girl's pussy. Finally, blood run from between their legs and they passed out. Some minutes later, they were dead. - We swore to take revenge on the boys for this! The rest of us - all together nearly 50 girls - were brought to a deserted house whose door and windows were closed by grids. In fact it was more a hut than a house as it consisted of only one room with a roof. Naked as we were, we had to stand in the middle of the room. Ten boys armed with bows and knives encircled us as guards. Then, the grids were closed behind us, so that the sentinels were shut in this room with us. The other boys left for their HQ. It became quickly noticeable that the guards felt exited in the presence of so many hot and naked girls. Especially some young guys (17 and younger) grabbed often between their legs to rearrange their cups! As we knew very well that the cups lost their protective function if a boy was hard, we even encouraged them getting a hard-on. One of us even spread her legs and started to finger her pussy and to moan sexually excitedly. This was too much for a young guard who let fall his bow and cupped his hands around his cup in which his cock had painfully stiffened! He stripped down his jeans and cup so that his cock stood rock-hard and fully exposed! He told his comrades: "No matter what you say or do, I'm gonna screw now one of these pussies!" When sexually excited, any boy loses his little bit of brain: Most of the other boys threw away their weapons, undressed their uniforms and cups, too! Anyone just wanted to screw a girl, but they didn't consider that we were in majority. It was easy to crack these guys; direct hits and kicks to their cocks and balls broke any resistance! Only two boys kept their uniforms on in discipline and tried to control the situation, but in vain: One of them was brought down to his breast, a girl sat down on his back took his knife and aimed at his asshole and ordered: "Give up, or I rip your pussy!" The boy couldn't help but surrendered. By the way, he wore a female recruit-jeans which had the zip on the back. The girl opened it and found female thongs under it! From behind, she grabbed between his legs underneath his cup and squeezed the shit out of his nuts! From his cock, some cream-droplets escaped into his cup. The other boy in uniform was overwhelmed by 3 girls: Two girls held his arms and legs, while the other one kicked again and again into his groin. Since the boy had a hard-on, his cup was not able to take the bite out of these kicks. Finally, he was howling like a baby! The uniforms and weapons of all jeansers were distributed among our girls, so that at least some girls were well equipped again. Some of these guys wore captured female jeans in which we felt now very comfortable! According to my rank, I got the jeans of a corporal. (The shorts belonging to this boy was handed out to another girl for that more girls were not naked anymore.) Especially the captured bows could help us to get out, because we were still locked inside the house. Later, a troop of 10 boys came, commanded by a sergeant. Some soldiers had cross-bows. The sergeant called for his guards inside the house, but the only answer was the laughter of our girls. Wearing the uniform and cup of a corporal, I stepped towards the grids and told the sergeant: "You are looking for your boys?! They left this here as souvenir for you!" And I showed him the tight (27'') nylon shorts of a captured rookie. I had turned it inside out so that one could clearly see the yellow piss and dark asshole stains in the otherwise white shiny nylon. All girls around me giggled. He was in rage: "You bitch, give me my guards!" - "You want to see your boys?! OK." The owner of the shorts (a young rookie) was brought to the grids. He was naked, the girl behind him wore his jeans and cup. Her right arm grabbed from behind tightly around his neck so that he could hardly breathe. Her left hand pressed a knife against his balls. She pushed her knee into his butt, bending him backwards so that his privates were completely exposed. Of course, he had a hard-on, showing his fully erected cock to his commander. "You dirty ..." was the surprised answer of the sergeant. "If you want back you guards as males, you better let us go!", I interrupted him. "You let go all boys immediately, or my bow- men will kill you!", was his harsh answer. This was a really dangerous situation, because the grids still prevented us from breaking out but not from being shot. I gave my girls a sign to prepare their bows. "I count up to three", shouted the sergeant. "One." His four bow-boys bent their cross-bows and aimed at us. "Two." Before he could say "Three." our girls shut at the bow-men. The arrows struck precisely through the boys' cups, sending all of them moaning and dying to ground. Only one of them was able to release his arrow before he broke down, hitting one of our girls deadly. Now we aimed with our bows at the other boys and I ordered the sergeant to open the gate. He did it reluctantly. Now, we ordered his soldiers to strip off their clothing and protective gear. The boys slowly reached for their jeans, briefs and jockstraps and pulled them down to their ankles. Their most private and sensitive parts were now on show for our girls to see. Just the sergeant didn't make any move to fulfill my order. So one of my bow-girls aimed at him and asked him: "What about you, honey?! I give you 5 seconds to hand me out your panties!" He stripped off his jeans and took out the cup off his tight-fitting green nylon shorts. "What now?! You are allowed to offer me your shorts as present!", ordered the girl. He was forced to go to his knees, to present his tight shorts and to say: "I'd be happy if you accepted my underwear as sign of submission and as pledge for forgiveness." Afterwards, we ordered some of the guys to undress their killed mates as we also wanted to have their equipment. (For every bow-girl, a struck through cup is a nice souvenir!) All of the killed boys wore hockey-cups instead of underwear underneath their jeans. These hockey- cups have a thick shell, so that an airgun could have difficulties to strike through, but not the crossbows! Of course, their jeans had some bloody stains and holes from the arrows, but this could be easily repaired. As typical for jeans of boys with jockstraps, they showed clear ass- stains. The cock was covered by the cup and couldn't leave any traces, but the asshole had direct contact to the jeans. We called this "skid marks"! We took the 5 most rough and aggressive boys as hostage with us. The other 15 boys could go home - without their weapons and naked and with a fertilizer stick in their assholes, of course! As revenge for our killed mates we decided to kill all 5 hostages. Many girls proposed to castrate them and let them bleed out. But finally we decided to impale them! We had taken their uniforms and cups except their jockstraps. We bound them on a wooden cross. Since the jockstraps left their assholes free, we rammed the stakes merciless into their pussies till the blood shut up! Now we erected the cross, so that the stake bored deeply into the boys' slits destroying their inner organs! Afterwards, we left them alone in their mortal agony.