My Life in a Gang - Another View
by Agua
The following story is "My Life in a Gang" in the view of an Arab boy. Please read "My Life in a Gang" at first for a better understanding. The chapter structure is also adapted to this original story.


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

5. Introducing new Techniques

6. Fights become tougher

In the last time, the Amazons were very successful in recruiting more and more
young girls. Therefore, we wanted to solve this problem ultimately. We thought
it's enough to hurt some girls badly or kill them, and then, all girls would
be afraid and quit the Amazon army. Therefore, we introduced rippers, i.e.
boys with sharp knives which had the task to slash a girl's pussy. Meanwhile,
my rank was private, and I also had a knife, even though I had not used it by
now. Only once, I had helped a comrade to finish a girl off: I had held her
down, while he forced her legs apart and ripped her pussy up to the ass! (The
knives were double-bladed so that they could be used in either direction once
they were driven into her slit.) The effect on the girl was in the sense of
this word "fetal". In the beginning, this new tactic helped us to keep the
Amazons down. But the result was not - as we hoped - that their fighters
quitted, but they introduced archers in response! The dangerous thing about
them was that they could crack even a cupped a boy from a distance, so that
our rippers didn't even have the chance to get close to their victims.

One day, we met an Amazon troop. Including me, we were 4 rippers which had the
task to stop them. Three of my mates draw their knives to run against the
girls. Two guys broke down immediately, deadly hit by arrows! Two bow girls
had cracked their nut-shells from 60 m distance without any effort! Another
boy reached the girls, but he could use his knife only once, ripping the pussy
of an Amazon. Afterwards, he was immediately brought down by two girls: One
held him down, while the other stripped down his jeans. Underneath, she found
a metal protective cup fixed with cords similar to a thong. I thought she
would cut the cords to have access to his balls, but her plans were much
worse: She snatched his knife and lay it on his belly with the blade directed
towards his groin. With a firm grip of her hand, she drove the knife downward,
sliding it underneath his cup! Since the knife was double-bladed, she pushed
it left and rightward again and again till she was sure that she had cut off
both his cock and nut-sack! The girls turned him face to ground so that his
cut-off privates fell into the metal cup. "Poached eggs on a metal pan!",
giggled the girls.

Another boy - I knew that he didn't wear a cup - attacked a girl and threw her
down to ground so that he lay on her in a classical screw position. His hands
pressed her arms to the ground; it seemed that he got her completely under
control. Nevertheless, he moaned in agony. None of us had seen that this
Amazon wore a special kind of cup with a pointed thorn protruding through her
jeans! While our recruit had thrown her down, the knife-thorn had slashed his
privates! "Now you are thorned", explained the Amazon to her dying victim. She
turned the whole human parcel around so that she was now lying on top of him.
Her abdomen performed some violent movements slashing her victim's package
more and more. Finally, she stood up, and now I could see the bloody and
"creamed" thorn. Another boy with cup attacked her, since he saw the thorn too
late. When he became aware of it, his movements halted in shock! Unsure as he
was, it was easy for the Amazon to push him down so that she lay in top of him
as if she wanted to screw him. It took her just some seconds to find one of
the aeration holes of his hard cup and to screw her thorn into it! Now she
rammed her armored pussy forth and back causing each time high-pitch shrieks
of her badly hurt victim. She didn't stop before the boy could only moan. The
proud Amazon fighter stood up, admired her work and was ready to kill some
more guys. The boy on the ground cupped his hand around the bloody jeans cloth
on his groin, before he passed out cold. Another boy had died still wearing
his cup!

Seeing this, me and the other guys quickly surrendered: We threw away our
weapons and stripped down our jeans and cups, showing our bare privates and
asses to the girls as sign of submission. The girls shouted with joy and
gathered our equipment.

But the Amazons were not always victorious, especially not since we had
introduced archers, too. Meanwhile, many of our guys had bows, crossbows and
knives. One day, we encountered an Amazon troop of approximately 20 soldiers
led by a lieutenant. Because of the heat, they only wore captured male nylon
shorts, maybe pussy guards or cup + thong slip underneath. They were organized
in 4 troops of 4 soldiers, each one led by a corporal (light blue shorts). The
Amazon soldiers wore semitransparent white shorts through which we could
recognize parts of the underwear or protective gear. According to her rank,
the lieutenant wore tight dark blue shorts and probably a slit protector
underneath, as we guessed from the shape of her groin. Our troop consisted
only of 2 teams of 4 soldiers, led by 2 corporals (me and another guy). Our
troop leader was a sergeant. Even though we were in minority, we decided to
kill some female fighters by means of archers, hoping the rest would surrender
then. Thus, we approached them, always hiding in the bushes. I draw my bow
against an Amazon soldier. She lay on the ground enjoying the sun. Her legs
were slightly spread, so that I could see her pussy through the thin, shiny
nylon cloth. She wore a male metal cup which normally offers unbeatable
protection against archers. But it was pushed somewhat more to front, on her
Venus mound and didn't cover her slit. From my position in the bushes, I saw
precisely the edge of the hard cup and the cords along her pussy with which it
was fixed. I targeted and my arrow rushed straight into its target. The hit
girl moaned, her hands cupped her pussy, in a vain attempt to get out the
arrow and to fight the intensive pain! But the arrow stuck much too deep in
her vagina, there was no help for her anymore. My mates had succeeded as well:
Three more Amazons, two of them corporals, were hit deadly: With both
corporals, the arrows had struck through the pussy guard and the male plastic
cup, respectively. Both female fighters lay moaning on the ground. The other
girl - a soldier - had been targeted from behind. The arrow had entered close
to her asshole, traveled through her abdomen and came out at the other side in
her Venus mound, which was covered by a male plastic cup. For all of us it was
a joy to see that these Amazons were not so unbeatably strong as their
reputation. (Some guys seemed nearly to get a hard-on while seeing these
feared female fighters die!)

Our plan worked: The other girls surrendered, stripped down their uniform
shorts and stretch underwear and threw away their cups and cunt protectors. We
took them as prisoners and ordered them to hand over their male shorts, thongs
and G-strings, cups and weapons, immediately. Many Amazons wore male Banana
cups, which reach far between the legs (for a girls, actually up to the
asshole!), so that they cover the pussy completely. (Since I'm from Arabia, I
still don't understand how a girl can even dare to wear male clothing! And
even worse: They had taken it from boys, overwhelming them simply by attacking
their sensitive family jewels! In Arabia, no woman would even dare to think
about this, and would of course be sentenced to die.) But now, we proudly took
the recaptured underwear. By now, I just wore thin, tight nylon shorts with a
simply plastic cup in it. According to my rank, I captured the light blue
thong slip of an Amazon corporal and wore it now as supporter for my cup
underneath my shorts. And I exchanged my small plain cup for an XXL-size
Banana cup of the same girl because it seemed to offer better protection.

Then, the captured girls were led to a hut. Here we had some instruments of
torture. One girl had to strip off all clothes except the boyish nylon shorts
she wore as underwear. Then, she was bound spread-eagled to a wooden cross, so
that her pussy was nicely seen through the semitransparent white nylon
tightening around her Venus mound. One of our boys - a strong Turkish with
metal cup - took a torch and set her nylon shorts on fire! The sparkling nylon
burnt quick and fast. The helpless girl was shrieking in pain as the flames
burnt through the fabric, lighting her pubic hairs and skin. After a minute or
so, her nylon shorts were completely burnt down, and the girl was dead.

We decided to sterilize an Amazon as many of our comrades had been castrated
by Amazons. The girl chosen was stripped completely naked and tied to the
wooden cross on which her mate had died before. A boy of my troop proudly took
the white nylon shorts this girl had worn by now to wear it instead of his
white cotton briefs. Then, he took a baseball racket and slit it into her
exposed pussy. Afterwards, he drove it several times full force upward, always
striking her vagina: Tack! Tack! Tack! The girl winced in agony, and after 3
or 4 blows, she passed out cold! - Not dead, but at least sterilized and
unable to move or fight for some days or weeks. When I cut her fetters, she
fell unconsciously to ground.

To get some information about the strength of other girl troops, I decided to
torture a girl by electroshocks. I chose the Amazon corporal whose thong slip
and cup I wore and bound her nakedly on the wooden cross. I pushed the cathode
into her asshole and the anode into her exposed slit. Then, I sent electric
shock-waves through her abdomen! Every time, the girl winced in pain, and her
whole body tightened! As a reflex, she tried to close her legs, but this
didn't stop the electric flux, of course! She told us everything we wanted to
hear, but it was such a fun to torture her that I didn't stop before she
passed out cold.

Another torture instrument was a vise with a pair of metal sheets on its
ferrules. We disrobed the Amazon lieutenant and placed her on top of the
closed vise so that both sheets slipped into her cunt. We wanted to force her
to give us some further secret information, but she refused to answer.
Therefore, we started to wind the vise open so that the gap between the plates
became larger and larger, thus splitting her cunt! She shrieked in pain, but
just called us dirty bastards who will soon be castrated. Finally, her pussy
was completely ripped up to the asshole. Her perineum was completely torn, and
blood rushed out of her slit. The other Amazons were completely shocked and
cupped their hands around their pussy in pain and sympathy, while we boys
yelled and applauded. Our troop leader, a sergeant, proudly showed the dark
blue shorts and the pussy guard in the same color of this girl. "Even in
minority, we are always able to crack an Amazon unit!", he explained. "Here in
my hands I have the proof: The battle equipment of a once proud female warrior
and her shattered body to my feet!"

He wanted to add some more, but suddenly, Amazon fighters rushed from all side
inside the hut. Of course, we were not able to keep our prisoners under
control AND defend against the invaders. Thus, we all were quickly overcome by
these agile female fighters. (Our former prisoners were still naked but
nevertheless very strong and brutal!) Purely accidentally, I was overwhelmed
by two of my younger sisters belonging to the invaders. One held me down while
the other stripped down my light blue shorts. Underneath, I still wore the
captured thong with the cup inside. I tried to defend, but this was no real
handicap for my sisters since they were two against me and obviously well
trained! While I was partly able to keep 19-year-old Elissa under control, my
16-year-old sister Arachna attacked me from behind: Her hand slid in between
my legs and tugged my thong slip sideward, so that she easily took my cup
away. Then, her hand brutally attacked my now naked nut-sack! At first, I
tried to break out, but she ordered: "Calm down, big brother, or you'll whine
one octave higher!" I couldn't help but surrendered. Since the Amazons were in
clear majority, the fight was only short, and not only me, but all boys were
quickly under control of these cruel female fighters.

The victorious girls decided to take revenge for their killed mates. They
chose our troop leader, the sergeant, and disrobed him. Amazingly, they left
him his plastic cup inside his captured tight green female G-string. I
thought, they would take his cup away to mistreat his balls, but their plan
was even more evil: They brought him to the vise and bent him over it so that
his cup - and thus his package! - was in between the ferrules. Now, one Amazon
started to wind the vise close while two other Amazons held our sergeant for
that he couldn't break out. Both ferrules had already reached the edges of his
cup. In the face of the Amazon, I could see that it was now harder to wind the
vise. But of course, a plastic cup cannot stand a vise very long! With a loud
burst, the cup yielded the unbeatable strength of the closing vise, and it
shattered into many pieces. The sergeant convulsed in mortal agony before he
passed out cold. The Amazons giggled in evil triumph. The one who wound the
vise asked: "Every boy who dares to wear captured female underwear, has to
expect this treatment! Who wants to be the next?!" I was really in panic that
they would choose me, because as a corporal, I was the next according to my
rank.

But at first, the Amazons took revenge on the Turkish who had kindled one of
their mates. The girls stripped off his clothes except his metal cup (it was
fixed by thongs and didn't need a further supporter). Now, he was bound to the
cross where the girl had died some minutes ago. My youngest sister Arachna
took the torch and held it underneath his metal cup. It took just some seconds
till the flame had heated the cup making the tough boy at first moan and later
shriek with high voice like a girl! Crazy with pain, he threw his strong body
back and forth in a vain attempt to break out of his chains. After some more
seconds he passed out cold. My sister splashed some water on his cup, and the
droplet immediately vaporized! "Now he has fried eggs!", she taunted. All
girls giggled, not caring about the badly injured boy!

The boy who had sterilized one girl, also had to face the cruel response of
the Amazons: He was disrobed except the white nylon shorts he had taken from
this girl. Now he was bound to the wooden cross where the eggs of his mate had
been roasted before. Since the sterilized girl was still in total agony,
another Amazon took the baseball racket and - Tack! Tack! Tack! - hit into his
exposed, unprotected groin till he got scrambled eggs! After 3 strikes, the
cream flew from his battered balls through is cock into his shorts. The boy
lost consciousness while his white shorts got transparent soaking with his
cream. "Wow, that looks nice! Now we can Ann give back her shorts! She'll be
proud to have the last fertile cream of a castrated jeanser!", shouted an
Amazon.

The Amazon corporal whom I had mistreated by electroshocks had meanwhile
recovered. She came over to me and without any resistance from me, she took my
nylon shorts, her cup and thong slip. Enjoying this moment, she put on my
shorts and told me: "Common honey, you know what you have to do: Go to the
cross and make an eagle!" Thus, I was bound to the wooden cross with spread
legs so that all parts of my male body were well-exposed and easy to reach.
"How was it?! The cathode into the asshole?! (Accompanied by my moaning, she
guided it in!) And the anode into the ureter?!" She tried to push the metal
anode in, but it was to big. The only result was my shrieking! "Make him hard
at first!", was the advice from the audience. "Good idea!" She pressed her
thong slip (that I had proudly worn for nearly one hour!) on my face. Against
my will, my cock started to raise! Now she forced the anode into my ureter; I
was about to pass out with pain! "OK boy, now I will have fun! Saying this,
this dirty slattern sent shock-wave after shock-wave through my groin. It was
as if my balls were thunder-struck! After the 5th or 6th strike, I passed out
cold.

When I woke up again, someone had already cut my fetters and the Amazons were
attracted by a black soldier whose big Banana cup obviously was still to small
to cover his huge cock. The girls disrobed him completely and - wow! - his
cock was at least 40 cm long and 6 cm thick! One Amazon found what his cock
looks like a snake, like an anaconda. Another girl commented that it's
dangerous to have a snake in the camp and that it is the best to behead the
snake! Thus, the black boy was forced to a table on which is cock was laid. 4
Amazons were necessary to keep him under control, while another girls chopped
his cock by a hatchet! The head of his cock was completely cut off, and blood
streamed over the table! After only some 30 seconds, the black soldier was
bled out. But still the revenge of the Amazons was not over!

Next, they chose 2 of my soldiers to demonstrate the efficiency of bows
against cupped boys for some kid Amazons. The two boys wore white shiny nylon
shorts and captured female thongs + cups underneath. Only dressed in these
thongs but still with their cups, they were bound on trees: One this his back
to the tree, the other with his face. Now, an experienced older Amazon showed
to the younger recruits how to crack jeansers by bow. At first, one boy was
targeted from front; the arrow traveled through his TOUGH GUARD plastic cup
like a hot knife through butter! The Amazon and her recruits walked over to
the dying boy to study the damages the arrow had done. The young chicks
admired the burst cup, while my soldier was coughing blood. One kid Amazon
even taunted: "Seems, the GUARD was no TOUGH at all!" Everyone giggled
diabolically.

Next, the Amazon explained how to crack a boy with metal cup. Some chicks
didn't want to believe that there is a chance at all to fight such a
well-armored boy. "The jeanser over there with his face to the tree, has a
metal armor. It is unbreakably even for a cross-bow.", explained the older
Amazon. "But it's easy to crack him from behind through his unprotected
asshole! Just look at his tight apple-ass!" Thus having spoken, the arrow
rushed against his target, traveled through the boy's abdomen, destroyed his
package and was finally stopped by his own egg-cup. Again, the Amazons admired
their work while the boy was dying.

As last punishment, the Amazons decided to impale the other corporal. He was a
muscular, well hung black boy. Again, he should die in his captured female
slip for that no jeanser would dare anymore to overwhelm Amazon troops and to
take their equipment. Thus, he just had to undress his light blue nylon
shorts. Like with the other killed boys, the girls even let him his cup since
they wanted to demonstrate that it doesn't provide any protection against
their superhuman female power. The girls pointed a stake on one side, so that
its diameter became thicker and thicker with increasing distance from its end.
Two Amazons pressed the boy to ground while two others rammed the pointed
stake merciless into his asshole! (The female thong he wore, was easily pushed
sideward to give way for the stake!) The strong black boy was whining in
agony, but the girls didn't stop to drive the stake deeper and deeper into his
body. Finally, the stake had reached a diameter that was far beyond what his
pussy could stand: His asshole was torn by the stake, blood shot up between
his legs, and the boy passed out cold. (In fact, the Amazons had taken over
this punishment from us, because we had already used the same procedure
against the pussies of some female fighters!) Afterwards, the Amazons let us
go, of course naked and without any equipment.

Nowadays, the wide use of archers was a real danger for our troops since the
girls often hid in the bushes and suddenly attacked our troops marching on the
road. The Amazons handled their bows very accurately, and the arrows were
strong enough to beat through every plastic cup. And even boys with metal cups
were not safe since the Amazons had learned how to crack a boy from behind.
Therefore, we always sent scouts to search in the woods and bushed for deadly
archers. One day, our scout - a young recruit - climbed a tree to look out for
Amazon troops. He just wore thin white nylon shorts through which you could
see his plastic hockey cup in the jockstrap design leaving his ass-crack free.
Arrived at the top, he was about to shout something in panic, but just
shrieked and fell down! I approached his dead boy and saw an arrows in both
his crotch and ass at the same time. Obviously, two bow-girls had hit him
simultaneously, cracking his plastic cup and penetrating his asshole!
Suddenly, some boys around me broke down, deadly hit by arrows, even before we
knew, where we were attacked from! The hit boys helplessly rolled on the
ground, the arrows protruding like flags from their assholes and groins. For
an Amazon victory, it was enough to kill some boys, we others then surrendered
quickly!

Thus, the Amazons had a lot of glorious victory, but even they had to suffer
from our archers, so that not only our but even their number diminished.
Therefore, both sides signed an agreement that using weapons was illegal from
now on.