My life in a Gang - The Story goes on (2)! By Agua Content: The story is about tough fights between male and female gangs. No super-women nor wizards, just normal girls that know how to abuse a boy's week spot! 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! Please read "My Life in a Gang" and "My Life in a Gang - Another View" first for better understanding. What happened so far? Boy gangs of different quarters were regularly fighting each others. Since the young men were always horny, they loved to rape all girls. Especially the jeans wearing gang (the "jeansers") were a danger to the girls. Therefore, one day, the girls founded a gang (so called "Amazons"), learnt to fight and thus could defend against the male attacks. They were so successful that they could overwhelm male troops and capture and proudly wear their uniforms (jeans + cotton briefs or nylon shorts as underwear). Despite the trial of the jeansers to protect their male packages by cups, the girls were mostly superior till the jeansers attacked the Amazon HQ. That day, most girls became prisoners of the jeansers, were raped and tortured many times and their equipment (uniforms, weapons and protective gear) was captured by the jeansers or destroyed. The Amazon gang disappeared from the roads for many years. I am Susanne Black. I was one of the girls who fought in the Amazon gang. The day when the jeansers took our HQ was 6 years ago. Meanwhile I was 28, and since that humiliating defeat I had never seen one of my Amazon mates again. I had changed to another city and meanwhile I had finished my studies for teacher’s profession and now I worked as a young graduate, teaching teenagers from 16 – 19. The jeans-wearing boys at my school seemed to dominate the girls and those seemed to be really afraid of the boys. Thus I decided it was time to revive the Amazon gang and I taught my girls how to fight! It was time to take over! 2. The Girls take over The next day during a lesson, I looked once more through the rows: In this class, there were 10 boys, among them 6 jeansers (2 recruits, 3 soldiers and 1 corporal, who probably had the commando). Against them stood 12 girls, all of them had taken part in the training and were willing to fight. Thus, I decided to give the signal: The surprised jeansers were suddenly attacked from all sides. They were thrown on the benches and held by two girls each. After a shock-second, the boys came to life and tried to defend. As they had learnt in my training lessons, the girls chopped against the most male parts of their opponents. The boys howled with pain, frustration and humiliation. And their resistance quickly broke down as their tender packages got a nice work-over! Those girls who squeezed their opponents’ balls made the funny experience that the boys convulsed uncontrollably and made funny sounds! Afterwards, one girl sat on the breast of each boy and held his arms under control, while her mate stripped down his jeans. As I had expected, each boy wore plain nylon shorts in the color of his rank underneath. But I was surprised that the recruits wore black, the soldiers dark blue and the corporal medium blue. Compared to what I knew from former times, the color order had changed vice versa, for some unknown reasons. Obviously, now it was exactly reverse the color order of the former “sport guys gang”: 0. recruit = black 4. sergeant = green 1. soldier = dark blue (navy) 5. lieutenant = light blue 2. private = red or violet 6. captain = yellow 3. corporal = medium blue (royal) 7.–9. major,commander,general = white Anyway, the boys were finished, and I ordered my girls to strip them completely and to put on the captured uniforms. At first, my girls hesitated even to strip down the underwear, their fear was still too great! But they realized that there was no way back and that they had already gone too far. So they did what I told, reluctant at first, but then more and more proudly! As soon as they wore the captured nylon shorts, they seemed to be much stronger, while the boys had lost all their strength with their underwear. And the girls looked great in these tight-fitting sparkling black and dark-blue shorts! Now, my girls mistreated the naked packages of their former torturers. Especially the corporal, who had been always cruel to his raped victims, got some effective stomps between his legs forced apart! My girls examined the handbags of their opponents for weapons. In the backpack of the corporal they found something unknown and brought it over to me. I recognized it immediately: “Ah, yeah, that’s a protective cup. Boys put it in their underwear to protect their delicate ballsies during sport lessons. Yep, corporal, I guess you already regret that you didn’t wear it today? Surely, you don’t mind if I wear it as well your complete uniform?!” I ordered one of my girls to bring me his jeans and sparkling nylon shorts. When I put it on, he tried to protest: “You dirty ...” He couldn’t continue since an effective nut- squeezing of a girl cut his word. For luck, I was really slim so that the tight underwear of this 16-year-old schoolboy fitted me perfectly. I stood in front of him so that he could see me, and pushed his big banana-cup into my – sorry: HIS – nylon shorts. Deep enough to cover my pussy completely. “Yeah, this feels better!” Then, I put his jeans on and closed the zip. Those girls who had captured a pair of jeans also put them on. As a school-mistress, I should know my pupils and their strengths. Thus, I inspected and examined the packages of all captive boys, especially to humiliate them even more. The tiny ballsies of many of these teens were not worth talking about, but some of them – especially this corporal – were premature and thus completely developed! I used the occasion to give most packages a nice work- over! To humiliate the pert corporal, I had a special idea: I ordered my girls to gather the captive recruits and soldiers around the corporal who was still lying on the bench. “OK, girls, milk them into his mouth!”, was my order. “Don’t dare this! You dirty slattern!”, shouted the corporal, but my violent nut-claw quickly calmed him down. “Well, boy, you should know that as a teacher for biology, I'm very familiar with the male anatomy and know how to crack an egg! And now, be a nice boy and open your mouth!” He couldn’t help but follow my order! I was surprised how experienced my girls handled the “joy-sticks” of their victims. Their cocks were quickly hard and soon after, they tossed their slimy load into the expecting mouth of the helpless corporal! He wanted to spit it out and was about to puke. But we closed his mouth and an encouraging ball- squeezing forced him to swallow the male juice of his mates! Now it was time to get rid of the boys! Thus, we sent the semi-conscious boys home nakedly! I knew they were so humiliated and diffused that they would not report what had happened to the other jeansers at school. The other (non- jeanser) boys stared disbelieving at the scenery: They had never seen a girl fight, and especially not with these nut-cracking techniques. – I just went on with my lesson as if nothing had happened. I planned to spread the revolution of the girls against the jeansers over the whole school, and I used right the next lesson in the 11th form (17 year olds) for it: It was physical education and against all rules, I wanted to teach self- defense to arrange a fight between girls and boys. I had already seen that those jeansers just wore their tight fitting, sparkling nylon shorts (their only underwear) as sportswear. The other (non-jeanser) schoolboys had regular sportswear. As I had expected, the overwhelmed boys of my class had not dared to tell anything to the other boys so that these jeansers – in this class altogether 10, i.e. 4 recruits led by a private and 4 soldiers led by a corporal – were completely unaware: They were just dressed in their thin shining nylon shorts that tightened around the clearly visible bulges. I was sure that these thin shorts would not offer any protection against furious female onslaughts! 1. The first couple of one girl and a recruit jeanser (wearing only tight black nylon shorts) stood ready for fight. The boys giggled and made stupid jokes since they were convinced that a mere girl had no chance against a muscular black boy. The boy and his well-built package were still careless as he couldn’t anticipate WHERE the girl would attack him! As the fight started, he quickly approached and grabbed her. He forced her to her knees while he stood above her. He even taunted her: “While you are down there, you could give me a blow-job!” In fact her face was close to his shorts that bulged with his masculinity. Since he wore these shorts as normal underwear, they had some stains from his cock; and I was sure that the girl could scent a strong masculine smell. His mates cheered, being sure he had already won the fight. But this was deadly wrong! Suddenly, the girl drove her fist into his well-exposed triple-bulge! The boy was immediately stunned, and had a goofy expression in his face, but the girl didn’t hesitate to repeat her strike twice! This was more then enough to drop a boy with fully developed reproductive organ! The only answer of the hapless boy was a strange howling. Then, he weltered on the ground cupping his hands around his injured maleness. He was about to cry with pain! The other boys claimed this to be an unfair and illegal attack, but as the teacher in charge I simply explained that the whole body is legal target and that the girl had “landed a point blank”. I counted till ten, but the guy was unable to get up and had lost the fight. Despite the loud protest of the boys, I ordered the victorious girl to look whether anything was damaged. She stripped off his shorts – under which he in fact had no further clothing – and examined his big black cock and balls. “Nothing broken, everything OK!” Of course, the girl didn’t give back the shorts after finishing her examination, but put them on instead! 2. Another couple of one boy and one girl stood ready for the next fight. The jeanser soldier wore dark blue nylon shorts, brand name PUMA. During the fight, he tried to keep his sensitive, well-developed package protected. But he didn’t quite succeed. During a close fight on the ground he laid down on her, but she knew very well what to do. I stood behind the fighting couple looking at his tight ass in his even tighter PUMA nylon shorts. Suddenly, I saw her hand at his crotch, and she grabbed what was worth! While she squeezed the milk out of his love-plums, the boy weltered helplessly and shouted in agony. She taunted him: “If you grab a PUMA’s tail, you will hear a funny wail!” – All girls giggled. Finally, the boy surrendered and lost his shorts to his female conqueror. 3. The boy fighting now, had to experience how effective a major wedgie is: The girl grabbed his tight nylon shorts that he wore without further underwear and yanked them upwards. The silky seam cut like a knife into his nut-sack, and additionally his left ball was trapped between the seam and his pelvic bone. Funny, how easy this “little difference” can make a boy unable to fight! Now, she forced him with his back on the ground. She sat on his face and cruelly yanking his balls, she forced him to lick her cunt. While the boy howled in pain, she was moaning with lust. But the girl still didn’t feel satisfied: To punish him even more, her right hand chopped twice or thrice against his tender nut-sack! The effect of her attacks was devastating. The hapless boy was unable to get a breath and even lost control of his bladder and finally lied in a puddle of his own piss! Even though she couldn’t dress now the pissed nylon shorts, the girls of her team cheered and applauded as she stripped him naked. To increase her reputation as “man-eater” with the other girls, she decided to manhandle her opponent even more: Squeezing his already sore balls, she forced him to open his mouth. Then, she pushed her bikini slip sideward, and a yellow stream poured into the expecting mouth of the subdued boy! He began to gag and choke as the river of piss runs out of his nose and mouth. Surely, he won’t be the last overwhelmed boy to be used as toilet! 4. The next boy – the team-leader of the soldiers, a corporal in medium blue nylon shorts – wore a cup to compensate the weakness of his male sex. I knew that none of my girls was accustomed to fight against a protected boy, so this was my term! Especially since I had a cup, too! So I stripped off my corporal jeans and stood in front of this guy wearing the medium blue nylon shorts and cup of his mate whom I had finished one hour ago. The boy gulped in surprise. His eyes stared at my crotch where the hard cup bulged visibly in my tight fitting nylon shorts. In his mind, my only vulnerably point was now protected! For luck, he didn’t think about my vulnerable tits that were unarmored. This is because boys are highly sensitive between the legs and not at the breast. Therefore, in a fight against a girl, they often try to attack the groin which is, however, by far less vulnerable than the tits or a boy’s crotch. Anyway, the fight started: Since I was his teacher, the 17-year-old teenager had some understandable restraints to attack me. But I didn’t hesitate at all to tackle him. As soon as my hand was free, I shot against his cup. Hitting it from aside, I had learnt during former fights, is often painful for the boy. But this guy had fixed it properly, so that the effect was mere. I needed an idea to remove his cup, otherwise it would be hard to win this fight. He tried to throw me down, but I managed to use his force so that we both fell down: He with his face to the ground and me on top of him. I reacted quickly: From behind, I slid my hand in between his legs and grabbed for the nylon cloth at his crotch. I pulled his shorts sideward and pressed his cup in the opposite direction till the cup fell out. His whole reproductive organ hang out off the shorts now! I grabbed all I could find and tore his nut-sack down with all my might. For the young boy, it was obviously the first time that he was hurt “down there”, so that the pain must be unbearable. He howled with pain and was about to puke. Only seconds later, he was about to pass out from the pain when I finally stopped and undressed him! I turned his shorts inside out, so that the stains from his cock and asshole were seen, and proudly showed them to my applauding audience. (Later I got to know that he had to be brought to a hospital since his testicles got inflamed.) 5. I gave the captured cup to the next girl who put it into her bikini panties. The boy, who didn’t wear a protector, didn’t care about the clearly visible bulge in her tight panties and ran against her to throw her down. She fell on her back, the boy on top of her. When they hit the ground, the boy’s balls made hard contact with her cup. He groaned. The girl quickly put her legs around his hips and started to tear him back and forth over her cup so that his balls were well crushed. Not only the weight of his own body but also the tractive power of the girl’s legs pressed upon his balls which were trapped between his pelvic bone and her cup. After 10 or 20 seconds, the male fighter slipped into unconsciousness. Some of the girls got wet at this sight. What excited them most was that boys could be broken by their own protective armament. After the girl took his tight fitting shorts, the naked and unconscious boy was tugged off the wrestling area by his mates. Another boy was naked while one of my proud girls wore his shorts! 6. The next boy, an inexperienced recruit in black nylon shorts, had lost all courage in view of the awful defeats of his mates and didn’t even dare to defend against the beautiful black girl Clara he had to face. The hapless boy could only watch as his female opponent executed an Atomic Drop, which targeted his tender, white balls. He let out an agonizing scream and rolled on his stomach with his ass in the air; holding his balls trying to massage the intense pain out. The victorious girl approached him and stripped off his boots. Then, she slid his black nylon shorts past his hips, knees and ankles. He lay on the mat completely naked with a full erection. Clara grabbed his ankles; spread his legs; she kicked him slightly between the legs and asked him to surrender. There is nothing he could do anymore! She put on his black nylon shorts that looked great on her and perfectly met the black color of her skin. Then, Clara forced him to lay with his back on the ground, while the vicious girl lay in a kind of 69-position on him. Her legs were left and right of his face and pressed his arms down, while her hand took control of his lust-center. The boy had to smell and watch the pussy that had easily overwhelmed him and that was now covered by HIS shorts! The girl’s crotch was completely exposed before him, but since his arms were blocked, he was not able to attack this tender target! But even if he could hit her bush, the effect would have been mere compared to that the girl could do with her hands around his nuts! But all Clara wanted to do, was to humiliate him even more in front of his mates. Therefore she started to shake his cock. this was easy, excited how he was from staring at her bush and her smell. Shortly before his climax, she stopped and ordered him to praise the beauty of her body and the invincible power of the girls’ team. In his dizzy state of mind, he did everything she ordered. Not before he had admitted that a boy could never win against a girl, Clara milked him dry. And so it went on! After the successfully won fights, all 10 boys were helplessly on the ground. Meanwhile, we examined the dressing-room and took all clothing – especially the jeans – of our victims. My girls were proud as the boys’ nylon-shorts tightened around their female groins that had formerly stretched around the now manhandled nut-sacks of their male owners! Of course, some jeans looked a little bit baggy at the girls’ crotches since they were accustomed to give room for the boys’ packages. But anyway, my female fighters looked hot and great in the captured uniforms. The Amazon Gang was alive!