My life in a Gang - The Story goes on 1 ! 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. It seemed that this was the end of the Amazon gang ... 1. A new start My name is 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. Right from the start, I recognized that many boys wore jeans. Well, this was not unusual, but it was eye-catching that none of the girls wore jeans and that most boys wore styles that during my former life in the Amazon gang corresponded to the rank of rookies and soldiers. Only some boys wore jeans of higher ranks (as I interpreted it from my former life in the Amazon gang), and that those boys seemed to be superior to the others. Additionally, the boys seemed to dominate the non-jeans-wearing boys as well as the girls and those seemed to be really afraid of the boys. After a school-day, I gathered the girls of all my 10th forms (16 to 17 years olds) around me and asked them about their attitude towards the boys. They honestly told me that they are under control of a male jeans-wearing gang, which often fought against boy-gangs from other quarters and that they girls were even often raped by the boys. So my assumption was true! I asked the girls why they did not defend. "How shall we defend?!?!?! They are boys! They are much stronger than we and they are accustomed to fight! How can we even dare to do something about them?" Wow, these girls were really frightened! I had to help them! Thus I explained how we founded a gang and overwhelmed boy-troop after boy-troop just by attacking their balls. "As your teacher for biology I'd say that 'a man's fully developed and working reproductive system is very sensitive'. But as a ball-busting girl I just say: After smashing his balls, every boy is completely unable to defend or fight and lies sobbing on the ground!" The girls stared disbelieving when I told them that we even wore the captured uniforms of our opponents and that we were able to crack even boys with nut-protectors. Only with difficulty, I could convince them that with some training they could easily defeat any boy. At least, they seemed to be amused by the idea to win a fight by attacking the male privates of their opponents. In this moment, an incident helped me to convince the suspicious girls: A jeanser recruit, who had something forgotten in the classroom, came back to pick it up and thus disturbed our meeting. "What's going on here?!", he asked in surprise as he saw so many girls around me. It was clear that we couldn't let him go anymore, not to endanger our secret alliance. I approached him as if I wanted to explain the situation and without prior warning, I swung my knee up between his legs. He howled in pain, cupped his hands around his aching nut-sack and fell down like a sack of potatoes. I felt the power and the well-known exciting thickle in my abdomen as the first male fighter had fallen into our hands! I brought him down to his back, and now, I could explain different combat techniques on a living boy. At first, I chopped with my stretched out hand against his cock that he wore "pointed up" in his tight recruit jeans. Even though the cock is much less sensitive than the balls, this chop was enough to make him breath with difficulty. My girls were amazed. I went on with my demonstrations: For my next chop against his unprotected balls, I was rewarded with a high-pitch howl and a helpless wallowing of the boy on the ground. Now, all chicks were convinced that they could fight against a man! And I could see the glowing in their eyes indicating their lust to explore and control the male packages of the boys. I needed some more days to prepare my girls, before the great attack could start, and till this day, the boy who had fallen into our hands, needed to be calm. With the help of two girls, I took him to my apartment where we stripped him and fettered him nakedly and spread-eagled on my bed. Of course, I was happy that we had captured the first male jeans and underwear (nylon shorts), but no girl couldn't wear them before the great attack, and a recruit uniform was not the rang I had chosen for me, anyway. But since I had no boyfriend, I had an excellent use for this 18-year-old schoolboy: By means of my well-worn, smelly underwear and some strings around his cock, I could always make him "hard", even against his will. And then, I rode him till he was about to pass out. You know, girls can have several orgasms. Of course, the tight strings around his cock prevented him from cumming. - He was here only for MY fun, and additionally, I didn't want to have his cream spread in my bed, not to mention pumping his load into my cunt! We used the next afternoons for training. Even during these days, my girls were subdued to violent attacks and rapes by the jeansers. We had to hurry! I showed the girls how to attack the sensitive groin by kicks, blows, strokes, chops and stomps. One of my girls tested it on a mate, and the hit girl fell to ground, cupping her aching slit with her hands. I explained them that for a boy such an attack is even much, much more painful, so painful that girls cannot even imagine. Thus instructed, the girls were encouraged and confident to win a fight. We agreed that the non-jeanser boys probably would not take part in a fight since they were oppressed themselves by the jeansers.