My Life In A Gang
by Agua (agua24@gmx.de)

This story is about tough fights between a female and a male gang. Abusing the boys‘ "weak  
spots" 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. 

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1. Easy Victories

In my town the boys at the age of 19 to 27 were organized in gangs fighting against each 
other. To be recognized as a member of their gang, the boys wore certain uniform clothing 
which slightly varied according to the boy’s rank. Even the underwear matched his rang. The 
boys of my quarter always wore jeans whereby the symbol on the bottom-pocket indicated the 
rang (blank pockets for rookies, soldiers had a V on their pockets (e.g. Levis jeans) and so 
on). They wore the jeans very tight, nicely highlighting their privates and buttocks. The 
underwear worn with it were either regular briefs or nylon shorts of plain color reaching from 
white (inexperienced recruit) to black (highest leader):

recruit	= white			soldier = white, gray, silver
private = yellow			corporal = light or medium blue (royal) 
sergeant = green 			lieutenant = dark blue (navy)	
captain = red or violet			major, commander and general = black

A troop consisted for instance of four rookies run by a private, four soldiers or 10 rookies led 
by a corporal. All together some hundred boys had joined the jeansers (=jeans wearing gang).
We girls were concerned this far as the boys usually raped us. After a successful violation, 
they rammed a carrot or a cucumber into a girl’s pussy causing her even more pain and hu-
miliation. – But we were not longer willing to accept this. Now it was time for revenge!
Therefore started to learn martial arts. Our favorite fighting technique against a boy was of 
course to attack his privates:

1. Since a guy is very sensitive down there, this technique is simply effective. Even a slight 
kick can send a boy to the ground. Due to their position, the gonads are an easy target for 
attacks with feet (kick), knee or hand (fist cuff, squeezing).
2. The balls are the difference between us girls and the boys. So they cannot revenge after a 
kick to the groin as we girls don’t have balls!
3. The boys always wanted to rape us. But we thought that after we smashed their balls, they 
won’t be willing or able to screw us anymore!
We also learned to apply an attack (foot or knee kick, fist cuff etc.) immediately at least twice 
or thrice for not giving the boy the chance to recover from the pain.

Trained this way, we started our first test. One of our girls approached a troop of about 10 
boys, partly rookies, partly soldiers, while we others hid in the bushes. When they saw her, 
they immediately yelled and approached her. The first boy, a rookie, held her by her arms. 
She immediately rammed her knee twice into his nut-sack! He was literally thunderstruck and 
felled like an oak tree! With a silent scream, he went to ground cupping his aching balls with 
his hands. The other boys were shocked. By now, a girl had never defended when they 
wanted to rape her! Suddenly, 10 to 12 girls rushed from all other there against the boys! Feet, 
knees and fists found their safe way to the boys’ groins. The boy I had to fight against threw 
me down, sitting with spread legs on my stomach. He grabbed for my tits. He wanted to play 
with my drums?! OK, so I’d play with his glockenspiel! I grabbed his nut-sack, shook and 
squashed it hard. Now, I concentrated on his left ball. His whole body tightened and he 
shrieked in pain but didn’t want to surrender. (I offered it several times!) Finally, he bent over 
so that his head was close to mine. He could only moan, but not move anymore. The fight was 
over! Wow, I didn’t think that it would be this easy! I pushed him away from me, stood up 
and looked around. All boys laid on the ground howling and writhing, unable to fight. One 
girl even stood over a boy holding his legs spread apart, and she stomped her foot again and 
again into his balls. He had already passed out, and I was sure, she had castrated him! Another 
girl kneed on a boy’s balls making him scream in pain. 
We started to undress the helpless guys: It was clear that we would wear the captured 
uniforms including their underwear! We inspected the boys’ shorts for traces from the cock 
and asshole, and we also found a lot of sperm-stains caused by putting on the shorts after 
raping a girl. Just one boy wanted to refuse and tried to defend. Amazingly, he was still strong 
enough to overwhelm the girl holding him. She was now on the ground with him laying on 
her. She was not able to break out. So my little sister (16) helped her: She approached the boy 
from behind, grabbed between his legs and started to squeeze the shit out of his balls! He was 
yelling in pain and wanted to surrender. What a wimp! My sister was at least 6 years younger 
to him and not strong at all (just quite tall for her age). Nevertheless he was crying like a 
baby. But this didn’t stop my sister! Finally, he broke down, unable to move. 
My sister stood over him, turned him to his back and started to undress him. He wore a Levis 
jeans (soldier) and gray HIS briefs. My sister doffed her skirt and panties. She straddled over 
him and urinates on him. Afterwards, she shouted “Seems, now it is a HER pant!”, she 
dressed his HIS briefs as well as his jeans. Both fitted her nicely since she was of similar size 
and figure as the boy. No-one would doubt now the rank she had captured together with the 
clothing. The boy was still in pain and just murmured “You dirty bitch!”. The sight of his 
shriveled cock and slight cum dropping from it made her feel complete.
Another girl chopped again and again with her stretched out hand into a boy’s balls. (By the 
way, he was a real macho-Arab.) Afterwards, she stripped down his jeans and briefs and 
proudly showed us his mushy nut-sack! Seemed, he was the second guy who lost his virility 
to a girl!
The boy I had defeated was a private while I had no rank by now. When we established our 
gang, we had agreed that a girl who overwhelmed an enemy boy of higher rank, could receive 
the same rank as he. (A committee had to decide it.) To prove that she really defeated him, 
she could make him jerk off into his shorts to show that it was really a boy who had worn the 
shorts before. So I milked him till his yellow nylon short got wet stains! Then, I took his most 
private piece of uniform. Meanwhile, the other girls had made every boy naked. Most girls 
put on the captured uniforms immediately to humiliate the boys, and so did I. 
Afterwards, we rammed the carrots into their assholes which were originally meant to torture 
a raped girl! Just the boy whom my sister had defeated tried to prevent it by clenching his 
asshole. “Don’t even think about it you stupid slut!”, shouted my sister behind him and 
grabbed his still swollen balls roughly and squeezed. He let out a gurgled scream and had to 
relax his ass. He soon felt like the carrot penetrated his virgin asshole. 
After this great victory we met with other girl troops in our headquarter (HQ). All of them had 
made the same glorious experience: The boys simply didn’t expect any fighting back from a 
girl so that they were easily overwhelmed by our troops. Now, we proudly wore the jeans and 
underwear which formerly covered the boys’ privates. In the beginning, we were really 
posing in it! After about a week, we had already enough jeans to dress our girls; just the 
underwear was not enough since it has to be changed more often than a jeans! (Additionally 
we kept es-pecially dirty shorts as souvenir of a boy whose balls we had crushed.) Therefore 
we wore bikini pants or silk thong pants of the color of our rank if we were out of boys’ 
shorts.
As we had one glorious victory after the other, more and more girls joined us. Especially at 
schools we had a good reputation so that more and more young girls (from 16 years on) came 
to us. It was amazing that these youngsters had no restraints to attack a boy’s groin. While we 
older girls (I was 22) were initially afraid to attack stronger boys, the young rookies kicked, 
fisted and squeezed merciless even the balls of a 10 year older boy! Similar to the boys’ gang, 
we had girls of different races, among them some Asian girls which were really tough fight-
ers. One single kick of their powerful legs or a precise karate fist blow could castrate a boy!
As we had so many new rookies, the jeans we had captured by now were not sufficient any-
more. So we introduced for them jeans without bottom-pockets, while the recruit-boys wore 
jeans with plain bottom-pockets without symbol. Also for the higher ranks we had to buy 
equipment now.

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 2. The boys fight back

Meanwhile we were so sure about our victory that we directly attacked the boy troops when-
ever we met them, even if we were in slight minority. It was such a fun to see the stupid faces 
of these goofs after a kick or chop to their balls or when squeezing their nut-sacks! And to 
capture their shorts and to ram a carrot or cucumber into their boy-pussies was even more fun. 
Meanwhile we always had carrots with us ... 
One day, we met a boy troop of the same number as we were. Our girls immediately attacked 
them. One girl kicked a boy really hard, but were was no effect on him! Now he kicked back 
to her groin. I didn’t think this would have much effect on her, but I was deadly wrong! She 
howled and her hands went down to her aching slit; finally she fell to her knees. I couldn’t 
believe it! A reaction like this I had by now only seen after a boy’s balls were busted! 
 I saw another couple in a close fight. She used her knee against his balls, but in vain. The boy 
reached into her jeans for her thong panties. He yanked it with full force so that the thongs cut 
like a knife into the girl’s slit. She shrieked in pain and finally surrendered. Again, I was 
shocked!
But there was no more time to consider upon it, as a boy approached me. Before I could do 
anything, he fist-cuffed against my tits. Ouch! That hurt! His hand chopped now my groin, 
rested there and finally squeezed my cunt-lips! I couldn’t help but fell to ground. He kept on 
squeezing my cunt and tits till he was sure I couldn’t defend anymore. Then, he took off my 
clothes and inspected my jeans and thong panties for traces like we always did with the boys’ 
shorts. He got a broad smile when he saw some stains from my menstruation. It was really 
humiliating! Now he put off his jeans and ... his protective cup! – This was the secret of their 
strength! He raped me and after him another 4 guys. Then he forced me to get to my knees 
and to offer my thong as present. He stood over me with a full erection and forced me to give 
him a blow job, even though he had already screwed me some minutes ago. Afterwards, he 
took my thong to wear it over his cup-jockstrap as sign of triumph! Finally, he rammed my 
own cucumber into my aching pussy. Then, they left us, taking our clothing, yelling and ap-
plauding.
The other girls were in the same situation like me. Defeated, naked, raped, humiliated we 
went to our HQ. The other troops coming back were also naked: They had experienced the 
same response of the jeansers as we.

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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 established training camps in which our girls trained how to block attacks 
against tits and groin, because unlike boys, girls have no natural reflects to protect their ab-
domen. In these camps, all possible attacks and combat situations were trained.
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, we 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 and G-strings 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, we 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 a boys’ armor! But by now, neither the jeansers nor 
we used weapons, so we 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 jeanser private 
ordering his rookies: “Get and screw these sluts!” His inexperienced recruits wore white ny-
lon 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 protector. 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 put it immediately 
into her slip.
Another girl had to fight against a cupped boy who fortunately just wore shorts and a 
jockstrap underneath. 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, since he seemed to be off-guard, but he was 
more aware 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 G-string. 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 proudly wore the first captured cups in their panties. 

Meanwhile, our girl gang felt strong enough to attack jeansers troops again; of course the 
boys 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 de-
fend, 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 jeans 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 protectors 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 a boy 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 and rolled 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 boy’s 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 a boy’s 
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 the hard-cup which hurt 
a 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.

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4. Boys vs. Boys

One day we observed a fight between the jeansers and another boys’ army. We called them 
the sport guys as they always wore shiny running or exercise Lycra tights or compression 
pants and tight spandex swimming trunks as underwear. The order of the colors for the differ-
ent ranks was exactly vice versa compared to the jeansers: The sport rookies wore black run-
ning tights, soldiers dark blue, privates red, corporals medium blue and so on.
This day we observed a troop of 4 rookies led by a private which had to fight against 4 jean-
sers’ soldiers commanded by a corporal. We had already seen fights like this before: Tradi-
tionally the boys of both armies preferred karate techniques, but never attacked the groin of 
their enemies, for this would have been considered as unsportsmenlike. But it seemed as if the 
jeansers had learned from their fights against us:
One sport rookie attacked a jeanser with different karate kicks to his head and body (always 
above the belt) that the jeanser nicely blocked. To have a safe standing, both boys stood with 
slightly spread legs. In a favorable second, the jeanser sent a straight kick between the spread 
legs of his enemy! The sport guy cupped his hands around the clearly visibly bulge in his 
tights, bent over and started to howl and cough! Finally, he dropped to his knees for some 
seconds, then fell to the ground where he laid coiled up to a ball for the rest of the fight. – 
Wow, a real nutcracker!
Another sport guy attacked a jeanser with a karate kick to his head. The jeanser cached his leg 
so that the sport guy had one leg on the ground, the other in the height of his enemies’ head. 
Now the jeanser rammed his elbow several times against the well exposed privates of the 
sport rookie! He broke down, just puking and coughing, unable to fight or to move! The sport 
boy sobbed like a baby!
A young sport rookie (maybe he was 16) had managed to get his enemy into a sweat box. The 
jeanser’s response was a swift grip from behind between the spread legs of his opponent. For 
his age, the sport boy was well developed, so that his package was an infallible target! Seems, 
the young boy had never experienced such a powerful ball-squeezing as he was screaming 
over and over! Finally, he couldn’t help but surrendered. 
The other two fights ended similarly: The jeansers attacked the balls of their enemies and be-
cause those were not at all prepared for this technique, they had no chance at all. Even the 
private leading the troop, a muscular black boy in tight red Lycra exercise shorts, had to sur-
render. The jeansers bonded the arms of their captivates. Unlike with fights between us and 
the jeansers, this time the jeansers didn’t seem to be very interested in inspecting the under-
wear and privates of their prisoners. Just the youngest was forced to bend over, his shiny 
black spandex tights were stripped down, and he was screwed by two jeansers. One of them, 
an Arab stallion, had a huge cock that really tore up the virgin asshole of the sport boy. From 
our safe position on the hill, we enjoyed this scenario, especially since the young boy was 
howling in pain. In fact, one of my girls enjoyed this scenery this much that her jeans and 
underwear soaked in her juices.
After the rape was over, we decided that we should help those sport guys. Not, that we liked 
them very much, but the jeansers were our enemies, and it was good to have another boy 
army as friend or at least not against us. I was a corporal and commanded 10 girls organized 
in two groups of 4 rookies led by a private. I thought that it’s not to difficult to run this 
operation, because we were twice as many fighters as the jeansers. (The sport-guys were bond 
and couldn’t inject into the fight.) Surely, the jeansers wore cups, otherwise they would not 
have attacked the sport guys this directly. Therefore I ordered my girls to fix their own 
protective equipment properly. We approached the jeansers carefully always hiding in the 
bushes. Just as we were close enough, we rushed against them. The surprise-effect was with 
us! The soldiers were thrown down, mostly one girl sat down on the boy’s breast fixing his 
arms with her legs. The other girl stripped his jeans and cup down. The love-plums of any 
boy, who didn’t quickly surrender, got a special treatment! 
I wanted to fight personally against the jeanser corporal. (My both privates were close to me 
to support me in case of doubt.) Amazingly, he didn’t wear a cup! But I had a Taekwondoo 
cup, which I had captured some days ago. He was strong enough to throw me down and to lay 
on me. He grabbed my both arms, but now, he had no hand free to attack me further. When he 
realized I wore a cup, he immediately tried to avoid any contact between his abdomen and 
mine. Seems, my cup caused him pain. – This was a chance I had to take! I managed to turn 
him around so that I laid on him. Now, I used my armored abdomen as rammer against his 
balls! He screamed in pain and got weaker and weaker! Finally, I rolled and mangled over his 
malehood like a rolling-pin over dough! After he had passed out, I opened his jeans. His light-
blue nylon shorts had wet stains of piss and precum. I took them proudly.
Meanwhile, all jeansers were naked and under our control. The bond sport-guys looked 
stupidly: They had never seen a girl fighting, and especially not with these nut-cracking 
techniques! We freed them and gave them the naked jeansers as prisoners. (Of course, we 
kept the captured equipment.) Now, the sport-guys were even more astonished. I told them 
that this present is a symbol of friendship and that we count on their support whenever we are 
in difficulties. I asked the young sport guy who had been screwed whether he wanted to 
revenge. He agreed and chose the Arab stallion to be bumped and ground. We helped him to 
keep the Arabian calm. The cock of the young rookie was somewhat smaller than those of the 
Arabian but still quite big. And the asshole of the Arabian was still virgin, so that he was 
crying in pain while he was taken!

Some months later, I observed another fight between a jeansers’ group and a sport team. 
Meanwhile, the sport guys had learnt from their defeat and were equipped with cups in their 
compression shorts and all the other protective gear. In the last time, we were not always 
victorious. Often, some of our troops were overwhelmed by a jeansers’ team, their equipment 
was stolen and they were raped. Therefore we often saw jeansers running around in captured 
jeans and panties. Female rookie-jeans could be recognized from the lacking bottom-pockets 
and their more female cut. Female jeans were mostly stretch jeans of thin material that fitted 
tight to the body. In these tight female jeans the boys’ butts looked even hotter! Nowadays, 
the jeansers hired younger and younger boys (from 16 years on), many of them were equipped 
with captured female jeans and underwear. And also this jeanser team consisted of young 
rookies in female recruit jeans. While formerly during fights between boys, any hit below the 
belt was regarded as “unmale”, now the boys on both sides tried to abuse the “weak spot” of 
their enemies. Since these jeansers didn’t wear cups, the well protected sport guys were in 
advantage and made the jeansers howl in pain when they attacked their groins by kicking, 
squeezing or fisting. Rarely a jeanser succeeded in grabbing underneath his enemy’s cup. 
After a short but painful fight, all young jeansers were under control. As the sport team was 
superior in number, every jeanser was dominated by one or two sport boys. Since we girls 
were not easy victims anymore, the boys of all gangs run around horny, looking for sexual 
relief. Therefore meanwhile, it seemed to be usual that captured boys were screwed, also to 
humiliate them! The sport guys quickly found that their captured enemies wore female jeans 
and panties: “Oh, look I got a girl, here. She has a small cock but a nice pussy underneath her 
panties!”, shouted the sport guys. The jeans were quickly stripped off despite the last 
resistance. Then, the young jeansers had to go down into dog position. It was easy to tug away 
the female panties or thongs most jeansers wore underneath, for that their assholes were free 
to be bumped and ground! All the young rookies with their virgin slits were shrieking in pain 
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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 sharp knifes. 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 our 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 to have safe standing. 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. The allowed the boy to run awy. 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 his powerful teeth 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.

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 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 uncon-
sciously. 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 at-
tacked 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 
cleaning and 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 back-
ground. 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 back-
side. 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 – re-
luctantly. “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 un-
derneath 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 tar-geted 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 or-
dered 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. Fi-
nally, 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 pain-
fully 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 
weap-ons 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 
ser-geant: “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 ny-
lon. 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 pri-
vates 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 moan-
ing 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 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.

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7. Some new Experiences

Meanwhile both sides had lost many fighters due to archers or rippers. Other boys and girls 
were badly injured so that they could not join the fights anymore. Since our gangs became 
smaller and smaller, we signed a contract with the jeansers that usage of any weapon as well 
as killing of enemies is illegal. Personal protective equipment (cups, groin and breast guards) 
was still allowed.
Now, both sides started to hire young recruits. Even the jeansers took now rookies from 15 or 
16 on. (Originally, they had an admission age of 19, but in the last months they had accepted 
younger and younger guys.) We made already jokes that we would capture a lot of child’s 
underwear from now on, as these 16-year-old kiddies were really slim. But since we had 
intro-duced much earlier young fighters, most kid-boys were equipped with captured female 
jeans and underwear. During the first fights already, we recognized that these youngsters were 
easy victims:
1. Their balls were even more sensitive than those of older boys. Regardless of this fact, they 
had only poor reflexes to protect their groin. Unlike with older boys, it was even quite easy to 
make them wet (piss) that gave us special fun!
2. Most of the young rookies regarded it unsportsmanlike to wear a cup! To their mind a real 
man had to take the pain. (At least, they thought like this before they got their first real groin 
kick!)
3. Sexually inexperienced and full of male hormones, it was easy to get them hard, even if 
some of them wore a cup! Often even the sight of a hot girl (naked or in underwear) was 
sufficient.
4. Although their package was practically full developed, mostly just clear liquid or only 
some droplets of white cream came out when we milked them! To have a nice drink, we had 
to milk many of them!

The inexperienced fighting style of these guys did not at all correspond to their highly sensi-
tive privates: One day, one of our experienced Asian girls (26 years old) was confronted with 
4 Turk or Arabian boys of different ages, probably brothers. Their behavior was really macho-
like, and they thought they could easily rape her. The youngest was 15 or 16, the next maybe 
17, the others I estimated at 21 and 25. The youngest (a recruit) attacked her first. As typical 
for these rookies, he wore a captured female stretch jeans, but no cup. He managed to take her 
into a sweat-box, standing with slightly spread legs to have some hold. A big mistake, be-
cause she was old and experienced enough to know the ballsies of this rookie better than he-
self! Her fist hammered three or four times into his nut-sack, till he broke down crying. His 
hands cupped around his package in the useless try to fight the intensive pain. The girl put 
him on his back, disappointed that he wasn’t wet by now. She pushed his hands away and 
through the thin jeans cloth she felt the position of his gonads. With one experienced, precise 
hit on the upper part of his balls, she made it! The teenage Arab gurgled and stared disbeliev-
ing how his light-blue stretch jeans quickly soaked and the wet, dark stain spread more and 
more around the head of his cock. “Oh, little boy makes his baby shorts wet!”, she taunted 
him. 
Now, the 17-years-old soldier wanted to help his brother. He attacked her, trying to kick her 
groin. But as we had captured so many cups in the last time, more girls than boys were 
equipped with cups. And of course, she also wore a cup which took the bite out of his kick. 
Now, the boy had to face her response! With a karate-yell her flat and rigid hand chopped 
straight into his left ball. I was sure, she had turned his nut into a dead meat-ball as he bent 
over and started to cough blood. He couldn’t say anything, but fell to his knee, his busted 
balls cupped with his hands. By experience we knew that boys with one ruptured ball retired 
from the jeanser army as they were afraid to lose their virility completely. A boy who was 
completely castrated had nothing to lose and kept on fighting. Therefore we always tried to 
crack only one egg!
The 21-years-old private was the first to wear a cup. While they were fighting on the ground, 
she managed to turn into a 69-position so that he had to smell between her legs. Inevitably, he 
got a hard-on in his cup. He laid on his back, while she was sitting on his face, making him 
harder and harder. His cup had already lifted as far as the jeans allowed. Her fist slammed 
several times on the cup, whereby his hard-on was always smashed. Finally, he couldn’t de-
fend anymore, laying moaning on the ground. She stripped down his jeans and supporter 
(jockstrap), freeing his huge cock. He stood rock-hard in front of her, ca. 4 cm in diameter 
and 25 cm long. Now she took his hard-on firmly with both hands, one hand close to his nut-
sack, the other grabbing the upper part. With a sudden movement she brought her hands into a 
V-position, thus breaking his cock that immediately took a blood-red color! The boy was 
howl-ing and crying in pain. The girl was proud of her work – so much that her jeans 
obviously soaked with her juices.
Now, the king-fight started: The oldest, most experienced and highest rank boy (a sergeant) 
came now. Her straight kick was completely absorbed by his cup. He was really strong and 
could easily grab and hold her arms. Now his hand went between her legs to attack her pussy. 
He was obviously surprised to find a cup in her jeans, but reacted immediately: Instead of 
hitting her pussy, his fist kicked somewhat higher into her sensitive ovaries. She winced and 
moaned in pain. Another kick against her breast weakened her even more. While he hold her 
arms with his left hand, his right hand was free to open the zip of her jeans, strip it down and 
take out the cup of her captured male briefs. His hand started now to torture her cunt, so that 
she was in real agony. This was the point when we decided to inject into the fight. Four girls 
rushed from all sides against the boy. We forced him down backwards, each girl holding one 
of his strong arms or legs. He tried to free himself, but had no chance against four girls. Now 
it was the task of the tortured Asian girl to take revenge. She needed some time to recover, but 
then she came over and undressed his jeans and ice-hockey-cup. She grabbed his left ball and 
taunted him: “How do your nuts feel without their protective nut-shell?!” The Arab stallion 
was now in real panic! She squeezed his egg till it popped! In this moment, he passed out and 
some liquid escaped from his cock! Again a great proof of a girls’ superiority. Now we just 
had to collect the gear of all 4 boys. The only boy without permanent damage was the young 
rookie, who had meanwhile recovered. He tried to hobble away, but we stopped him and 
claimed his pissed female jeans and panties. Before we let him go, he got a fertilizer stick and 
a huge carrot into his virgin asshole!

My sister told me that in her school, more and more jeansers were found since the jeansers 
admitted young guys. Therefore, she and her comrades, started to fight off these boys even at 
school. Meanwhile, she was a private and ordered 4 of her recruit girls to support her. Some 
minutes before the break, they hid in the toilet cabins of the boys’ restrooms. Right after the 
break bell, some jeansers went to the urinals. It was an 18-year-old private with his 4 rookie-
guards (maybe 16). Of course, they had to open their jeans, and since all of them wore a cup, 
they had to strip down their jeans and supporters completely. The girls waited till all of the 
guys started to piss. This was the moment where they could defend least! Now, the girls 
rushed out off the cabins and attacked the helpless boys! Mostly, they wound one arm around 
the boy’s neck and tore him backwards while the other hand cared for his nut-sack. The pain 
shut up from between the boys’ legs, but that didn’t make them stop to piss, so that their dicks 
spread the piss uncontrolled during the fight! The private called for his guards, but those were 
not in the position to help him since the girls applied with them an effective nut claw! After a 
short fight, all 5 boys lay whimpering, naked and partly pissed on the ground, while the girls 
held their uniforms and jockstraps in their hands. The recruit girls who didn’t have a cup by 
now, immediately put the captured shells into their pants. Now, my sister chained the private 
on a water pipe by locking one side of a handcuff around his package and the other side 
around the pipe! Two recruit guys at a time were “ball-chained” together: One side of a hand-
cuff was fettered around the privates of one jeanser and the other side was fixed to another 
boy’s package. Finally, all boys were “ball-chained”! My sister taunted them: “OK, guys, I'm 
interested how you’ll be in time in the classroom!” 

Since the jeansers could recruit many youngsters, their troops became stronger and stronger. 
Even though the 15- to 16-years-old rookies were poor fighters, we had more and more diffi-
culties to ensure our majority during the fights to crack their cupped soldiers. (Not all fights 
went as good as those before, so that more and more of our girls were captured and kept as 
prisoners in the boys’ HQ.) We needed a new technique to fight even in minority, and most 
promising was to make the cup ineffective by causing the boys a hard-on. Fighting in under-
wear to excite the boys worked out only for the young teens, older boys were hardly im-
pressed by this. But as we had often seen that boys got a stiff when forced to smell between a 
girl’s legs, we had ideas to use this smell as a chemical weapon. Some girls being strong in 
chemistry and biology got the task to produce a liquid agent. They were sure they could use 
the anti-pregnancy pill as basis, since it was not the smell but the female hormones that 
caused the boys a hard-on. And they succeeded.
At first we tested the new agent on captured boys who were locked into a room. We had left 
them all equipment including their cups. We injected the agent into the room and observed 
them through a hidden window. The agent worked very quickly. Not just that the agent made 
the boys hard so that they stripped off their jeans and cups after a minute. It had also the effect 
to make the boys horny. – Horny enough that they started to suck and fuck each other! We 
were sure, they couldn’t concentrate at all on a fight anymore!

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8. Head Quarter

Since the agent worked this powerful and since we had meanwhile more female fighters than 
equipment, we decided to dare the boldest possible action: To attack the jeansers’ head quar-
ter to free many girls who were held there as prisoners! (This way, we could also capture a lot 
of equipment.) It should be a large scale test for our new stiffening agent. The jeansers’ HQ 
was something like a concrete shelter, as it had no windows, only one entrance door guarded 
by two boys from outside and surely further boys inside. Luckily, the aeration was done by 
one blower which sucked the outside air at one point. Now, some of our girls had the task to 
spread the agent via the aeration system inside the whole HQ: They climbed the roof and 
could reach the aeration tube without difficulties. Then they pumped the agent into the aera-
tion tube in huge amounts. 
Meanwhile, we had to crack the entrance door. Since the usage of bows was illegal, we ap-
proached the guards carefully from behind. Four girls attacked each boy: He was torn back-
ward and his mouth covered so that he could not cry for help. Before he even could react, his 
jeans and cup was stripped down. Three precise hits on both, his glands and balls, paralyzed 
him. Then both boys were torn into the bushes where we stripped them off completely. 
Squeezing their balls, we forced them to tell us any details about the troops in their headquar-
ter. Now, we waved with his captured briefs to the other girls as the determined sign that eve-
rything was OK. Our whole army came.
Entering the building was easier than we thought since the overwhelmed guards had the keys 
with them. (Originally we thought that the doors could be opened only from inside.) After 
opening the door, we recognized that the agent worked perfectly: Two older boys were 
screwing a youngster while another boy was helping himself. All of them had their jeans and 
cups down. I rushed against the boy who was screwing a youngster: I kicked hard between his 
legs and hit all four balls: those of the screwer as well as those of the younger. Both jeansers 
fell down, whimpering in agony! The other boy, who had by now held the younger for that he 
could not move, attacked me, but another kick of my foot sent him to his comrades.

Finally the masturbating jeanser rang alert, and boys came from all rooms. They were 
completely unprepared for a fight, because they had been sleeping, having a shower or – most 
of them! – masturbating because of the agent. Some wore correct uniforms, while many just 
wore silk-shorts or briefs or cups with supporter. But anyway, all of them had a hard-on 
which made their cups more or less ineffective. A private in yellow nylon shorts attacked me. 
His balls were still protected by his cup, but his stiff cock had slipped out off it and stood 
rock-hard in his shorts with a fully exposed glands. I simply grabbed for his cock inside his 
shorts and turned it clockwise. The boy was yelling with pain and finally broke down. 

One of our girls had wrestled down a boy. She kneed beside him; her right hand weighed 
heavy on his breast, while her left hand squeezed his balls. Suddenly, another boy came from 
behind and kicked between her spread legs. Even though I had often enough experienced it 
myself, it was still amazing for me, how effective this technique was even against a girl! Like 
a boy, she cupped her hands around her busted groin, whimpering in pain, unable to fight. I 
didn’t understand why she didn’t wear a groin guard! To take revenge, I immediately cared 
about this tough guy: He just wore wet white cotton briefs in which his hard-on was well de-
veloped. My fist slammed like a hammer on the head of his cock. He howled in pain, even 
though I hadn’t touched his balls at all! What a weenie! When he tried to fight against me, I 
grabbed for his buttocks for that he couldn’t break out. Now I kneed him several times into 
the nuts. Wham! Wham! Wham! He wanted to move his abdomen backwards, but my both 
hands held him tight! Finally, he broke down. I turned him on his back, while I sat on him. 
My left knee pressed heavily upon his balls till he passed out.
As far as I could see, the situation was nicely under our control: Most boys were howling on 
the ground while our girls took care of their balls and underwear! Often, the boys laid on their 
breast while the girls stripped down their jeans. Underneath, jockstraps, panties or silk shorts 
were to be seen. We left them their underwear, just the cups were taken out, of course. Now, 
it was time to set our imprisoned girls free. About 20 girls joined me to assault the basement. 
We met approximately 10 male warders, some of them in complete uniform, others only in 
shorts and jockstrap. Like the boys upstairs, they were completely surprised by our attack. 
The imprisoned, naked girls yelled applause in their cages when they saw us. Some guards 
tried to stop us; we simply pushed them backward against the cages. Immediately, the girls 
inside grabbed through the grids for the boys’ arms and legs, so that they couldn’t move any-
more. From behind, the girls even opened and stripped down the jeans and protective gear of 
their prison-warders. On their balls, they could now take revenge for the numberless rapes and 
humiliations! Meanwhile, we opened the cages and set our mates free.
The warders not involved by now, saw that it was time to flee! Since we stood in the door, 
two youngsters tried to climb over a fence to reach another exit. (As typically for these 16-
years-old, both didn’t wear a cup.) But our liberated comrades were faster! One boy had only 
reached half of the fence’s height, so that fist cuff from below to his most sensitive parts made 
him fall down. Two girls unzipped his female rookie-jeans, and now his balls had to stand 
even much harder treatments. The other boy had already reached the top of the fence. He only 
wore thin shiny nylon shorts, no further clothing. Now, girls’ hands from both sides of the 
fence grabbed his legs and dragged them down! He was literally riding on the fence, just that 
it was pointed like a fork and sharp-edged enough to penetrate through his thin nylon shorts 
and spike his balls. The girls on both sides didn’t stop tugging him along the fence until his 
white nylon shorts got bloody. 

I looked around: The prison-warders were overwhelmed by their former prisoners. Most of 
them were already naked, while the girls were putting on the boys’ equipment. Just one boy 
was still in full uniform including his cup! A naked girl stood over him holding his legs 
spread apart and stomped again and again to the point were his legs met. Like all other boys, 
he involuntarily had a hard-on caused by the agent and the sight of all these naked, sexy girls. 
Therefore his protective cup was not protective at all! At every stomp he let out a shrill 
scream. The girl didn’t stop her treatment until he passed out and pissed himself wet. 
Coming back upstairs we saw that all boys had surrendered. We ordered them to lay on the 
back, slightly spreading and raising their legs and to hold their legs with their arms. So their 
balls and pussies were nicely exposed so that we could easily stomp between their legs if the 
tried to flee or attack us! We were especially proud to have a major (who is aloud to com-
mand up to 150 boys!) as prisoner. He still wore our first captured black nylon shorts! Addi-
tionally, approximately 60 boys and their equipment were captured. From the storage room 
we took all equipment (male and female jeans and pants, silk shorts, cups and female groin 
guards) for another 100 fighters. In the laundry we found a lot of dirty underwear (regular 
briefs, jockstraps, silk shorts but also female panties worn by boys) which we mainly spread 
among our girls as souvenir. While we normally ordered our prisoners to strip off all clothing, 
we left them this time their underwear to be able to distinguish their ranks. Only boys wearing 
captured girls’ panties had to undress, because we didn’t like to see that even our troops had 
sometimes lost fights. To humiliate these boys, they had to take dirty male briefs or shorts 
which other boys had formerly already worn. We decided to use the rest of the dirty 
underwear for the other boys who were now also forced to exchange their briefs and shorts. It 
was real fun to humiliate them by ordering to put on this shitted and pissed stuff!


Now, all girls stood for a roll-call while our captain, who run this operation, thanked us for 
our efforts. The girls stood in rows forming a square around the captain, everyone with spread 
legs, the hand crossed on the back. From the shape of the bulge in their tight-fitting jeans, one 
could easily recognize whether they wore a male cup or a pussy guard. The captured boys lay 
or sit in front of them, their shorts or briefs stripped down to the knees. Many of them cupped 
their hands around their sore balls!
Afterwards, we ordered the young rookies to screw their commissioned officers (from ser-
geant on) being 5 to 10 years older. These boys of higher rank (mostly in their twenties) had 
to bend over (doggy style!), their nylon shorts were stripped down, so that their pussies could 
be taken by the much younger kiddies. Not accustomed to dry-fucking, the commissioned 
officers howled in pain. Shortly before the youngsters tossed off, the stopped them, and the 
next rookie had to screw the asshole. So we made sure that non of them had fun!
To humiliate the commissioned officers even more, they had to give their recruits a blow-job 
and to lick their assholes. Just sucking the cock was not enough, but they also had to swallow 
their cream! Of course, the major had to start, followed by his commissioned officers.
Afterwards, anything – all equipment, but also the washing machines, TV-set and so on – was 
transported by the prisoner boys to our headquarter. We locked approximately 40 boys in the 
cages of their own HQ, while the others served us as training partners in our HQ. Especially 
our youngsters who still needed to learn many fighting techniques, could test now on a male 
opponent how to crack a boy’s balls and how to overwhelm cupped guys. Again, I was aston-
ished how merciless these young girls (14 to 16) fought and cracked both older and young 
jeansers. They were especially proud if they could castrate an enemy by a powerful fist cuff, 
kick, stomp or by squeezing.
In the beginning, the boy-cream was desired as refreshing drink. But after about one week of 
many hard training fights most of the boys were sterile or at least one ball was cracked so that 
they produced less and less milk. (Especially, the young rookies lost their virility quickly!) 
Therefore, we let them go, after their assholes had got to know some fertilizer sticks.

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9. Bad times for the jeansers 

Since we had taken all equipment from the boys, they had only clothing of boys who were not 
in the HQ at the moment we took it. Therefore all jeanser troops were poorly equipped for one 
or two weeks: While practically all our girls wore cups or groin guards, male or female pant-
ies or shorts and jeans – everything of best quality! –  most boys run around now in under-
wear only without any protectors. And those boys who had some old and worn-out jeans, had 
no underwear with it, because it was needed for some other boys. Often, one could even rec-
ognize yellow piss stains (“cock spots”) in their underwear or light-blue jeans because we had 
taken even the washing-machines out of their HQ! It was not clear why the jeansers didn’t 
simply buy new equipment. Maybe, they hoped to capture uniforms and equipment from us or 
other boy gangs. But this was not going to happen. In contrary: The jeansers were now easy 
victims for us, but also for other boy gangs. – In fact, we were very happy that we could fight 
against boys without cups for the first time after many months. A boy’s balls are such a per-
fect and irresistible target! I had nearly forgotten the feeling of beating or squeezing a pair of 
unprotected nuts! It was a nice feeling to grab a jeanser’s balls through his thin nylon shorts 
as they mostly didn’t even have briefs underneath! Of course, it was just for us a nice feeling, 
not for the jeansers! Therefore, we used these two weeks to train our inexperienced recruits in 
“real” fights. 
Often, a simple closed fist to a boy’s balls crumpled him up. One day I saw one our young-
sters (maybe she was 15) firing off kicks and fist cuffs at her enemy’s (a private) balls. Even 
from the distance I could hear how he let out a loud gasp as the girlish hand connected with 
his bulging nuts. I went closer to instruct the girl, because even though she did quite well, she 
still had to learn a lot! The twen-boy was on the ground, while the girl sit on his back. I ad-
vised her to reach with one of her hands between his legs from behind and grab his throbbing 
balls through his thin nylon shorts. The boy was whimpering in agony while she gave his nuts 
a nice working over. 

Two soldiers in shiny white shorts saw what was happening and ran against her. Both guys 
looked quite hot and muscular, just dressed in semitransparent sweaty shorts with regular 
white briefs underneath. Their packages clearly bulged while they ran. I decided that she 
should try to defend herself without my help. She was still on the ground, working on the 
nearly unconscious private. She was stripping off his yellow nylon shorts, pretending not to 
see the attacking jeansers. As the boys reached her, she looked straight up between their mus-
cular legs right at those exposed vulnerable packages. As soon as the boys touched her, she 
slammed her fists twice or thrice into both prominent bulges! Both boys were immediately 
unable to fight, their mouths were open in a silent scream. Clutching their balls, they he sank 
to the knees and fell hard onto the side, curled up with their hands pressed tightly to the nuts. 
These fools were completely unprepared and so easily overwhelmed by a tiny teenage girl! 
She got up and stood over the helpless boys. She looked down at their muscular bodies rock-
ing back and forth in a vain attempt to fight the pain. She almost had an orgasm looking at 
these now helpless, formerly strong soldiers. Both emitted high-pitched squeals and had tears 
in their eyes. With my help, the girl undressed their nylon shorts as well as their dirty briefs. I 
taunted the guys “I hope you like each other very much!” and put the stained, smelly pants of 
each boy over the head of the respective other boy, so that each boy had to smell the cock 
spots of his mate! Then, I took a pair of cuffs and chained the jewels of both boys together, 
simply by putting one cuff around the privates of each boy.

Some boys who were not in the HQ that day, still had captured girlish jeans and panties but 
didn’t dare to wear them after we were so ruling. They rather preferred to share a jeans and a 
pair of briefs with a mate. But during a fight, suddenly a youngster in female recruit jeans 
attacked me. He must be crazy! How could he dare! Even worse: From some coffee stains I 
recognized that that these were the jeans of one of my friends. “You are the one who tortured 
and raped my friend! You will regret it!”, I muttered between breaths For luck, he didn’t wear 
any protector, thus it was an easy fight: We were locked up in a collar & elbow. While I em-
braced his hips with my right arm for that he could not break out, my left fist slammed again 
and again into his groin. In revenge, he tried to choke me, but this didn’t stop me! Wham, 
wham, wham! I could feel how his balls were flattening and softening under my pounds! For 
the last hits, I spread my fingers so that both my index and middle finger, caught one ball each 
with devastating power! His whole body spasmed and finally, he broke down. He wore one of 
these female stretch jeans of very thin material through which you can feel any detail. I 
grabbed for his balls but felt only a pulpy mass. I was not 100% sure, but maybe he was one 
more teenage jeanser whose virility way taken by a female fighter! I laid him on the beak and 
stripped down his jeans. Underneath, he even wore a white female silk thong, probably my 
friend’s. My assumption to have him cracked was confirmed when I saw his panties soaking 
with the liquid dripping from his dick! 

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10. An unpleasant surprise

In the long run it turned out to be a mistake that we had taken the prisoners to our HQ because 
they were now well informed about our defense system. Anyway, our HQ was not as well 
protected as the jeansers’ HQ: While theirs was like a bunker without windows and built of 
reinforced concrete, our HQ was a normal one-story building with many glass windows.
Normally, our HQ was guarded by about 20 soldiers, while the other girls were at home or 
having fights with boy troops. But now, we were more alert, having at least 60 guards in a 
three-shift-system in our HQ: 20 girls were out of service (e.g. sleeping), 20 stood ready for 
fight in full equipment, another 20 were in alert (i.e. they were out of service but had to be in 
uniform and all equipment ready). Additionally, the air in our HQ was always filled with 
agent, so that any boy entering would quickly get a hard-on.
Meanwhile, the jeansers had new equipment and a lot of new fighters, and one day they 
started a great attack against our HQ. Both, older experienced guys and teen rookies burst 
through the front door. Of course, the agent worked perfectly: After a short time only, some 
boys – especially youngsters – cupped their aching privates with their hands: Seems to be 
very unpleasant to get a hard-on in a tight-fitting protective cup! Some of these guys even 
dropped to their knees and opened their jeans and cups releasing their cocks to full extent! 
These guys were easily overpowered by our girls by simple groin kicks as soon as the cup 
was down. The other boys that were still able to fight despite their hard-on, were brought 
down by several girls. Mostly, one girl sat down on his chest or face looking at his groin. Her 
hands were free to open and strip down his jeans and supporter (silk shorts, briefs or 
jockstrap) and with 2 or 3 experienced and precise hits against his cock and balls she made 
him unconscious. Afterwards he was quickly bond.
This was effective, but time-consuming. Each minute, more boys entered our HQ than we 
could overwhelm and disarm. Thus, we controlled the fight only in the beginning, but since 
more and more boys entered the HQ (not only through the door but also through the win-
dows), they were finally everywhere. Some boys attacked the sleeping girls in the dormitory: 
They were pulled out of the bed and overwhelmed by the jeansers. One boy stood over a girl 
who was laying on the ground just dressed with a silver spandex thong. He held her legs 
spread apart and stomped again and again into her bush. She was shrieking in pain and finally 
just rolled on the ground. To help her, I rushed from behind against this guy throwing him 
down. He laid on his breast while I sat on his buttocks. Of course, he had a hard-on in his 
jockey cup. I put my arms around his neck and pulled his chest upwards. Now all his and my 
bodyweight was concentrated on his cup, i.e. on his cock and balls. I started to move my ab-
domen forth and back, thus causing his groin to make little circles on the ground. Because his 
cock was hard and had slightly lifted his cup, he had to take all pressure caused by our both 
bodyweights and this motions! His cock was squashed by his cup like by a lemon-squeezer! 
Even though this technique didn’t look very dangerous and spectacular from afar, it was ef-
fective enough to make the boy pass out after some 20 seconds.
But there was no time to take the boy’s uniform and equipment, since we were endangered 
from all sides. Even though the boys got hard due to our agent, so that we could kick down 
many of them despite their cups, they were simply too many! Step by step our girls were 
overpowered. Their cups and pussy-guards could not take hundreds of kicks and hits, and 
only very few of them had breast protection. And especially the tits were nowadays the favor-
ite target of the jeansers. Girls who had slept by now, mostly had no protection at all, just 
their panties or captured nylon shorts. They were easy victims for the aggressive boys. And if 
a girl had well-working protectors, she was simply overwhelmed by two or three boys, who 
brought her down, stripped off her clothes and pussy guards and finally attacked her slit and 
tits till she broke down. All overwhelmed girls were bond and brought into one room, then the 
boys entered the next room. Despite the well-working agent, the jeansers acted well trained 
and experienced. 


Finally, most girls were under control of the jeansers. Even our commissioned officers were 
their prisoners! The fight was lost! Me and some more girls decided to refuge through the last 
free window. We run to the bushes. For luck, the boys didn’t notice us in this chaos so that we 
could observe what happened now: The bond girls were brought out just dressed in panties 
and bras. All other uniforms (including T-shirts and shoes) and equipment (especially slit and 
titty protectors) had been taken away from them. The jeansers took the panties and thongs of 
our captured girls as personal souvenir so that the girls had only their bras as clothes and sign 
of their rank. Afterwards, they pillaged all our equipment they found in our storage: (female 
and male) jeans and underwear, cups and groin guards (pussy protectors) as well as bows, 
arrows and knives from former fights. All material we had was in this storage room! Now, we 
had only that we wore on our bodies! 
They took what they needed. As they had no use for the female groin guards, they started to 
burn them. Formerly, the jeansers had stored captured pussy-guards in their HQ, but after we 
had attacked even their HQ, the jeansers were obviously afraid that we could recapture these 
slit-protectors.
The prisoner girls had to go down to doggy position so that their pussies were fully exposed 
for that they could be screwed by the boys who still were horny and hard from the agent. The 
jeansers were very careful: Only some boys were allowed to bump and grind the captured 
girls while the others had to stand sentry against possible attacks of still free girls but maybe 
also other boy gangs. Our captured mates really had to suffer: The boys rammed their plugs 
merciless into their sockets!

And still, the boys seemed to be afraid of our captured girls: While taking them, they forced 
the girls into a position for that the could hardly move and that any attack was impossible. 
Whenever a jeanser ordered a girl to give him a blow job, he asked a comrade to take control 
of this girl. Additionally, he self had one hand on her cunt and the other on her tits, to squeeze 
them in case the girl tried to bite him! To humiliate us even more, even the young rookies 
were allowed to screw our much older commissioned officers!
We had lost practically all our fighters and all our equipment! How should we go on? Was 
this the end of our girl gang?



To be continued ...