My life in a Gang - The Story goes on (4)! 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 weak spot! This story contains explicit sexual and violent material incl. rape, castration and torture and should only be read by adults. If ball-busting is a matter of offence, please DO NOT read! Please read "My Life in a Gang" and "My Life in a Gang - Another View" first for better understanding. What happened so far? Boy gangs of different quarters were regularly fighting each others. Since the young men were always horny, they loved to rape all girls. Especially the jeans wearing gang (the "jeansers") were a danger to the girls. Therefore, one day, the girls founded a gang (so called "Amazons"), learnt to fight and thus could defend against the male attacks. They were so successful that they could overwhelm male troops and capture and proudly wear their uniforms (jeans + cotton briefs or nylon shorts as underwear). Despite the trial of the jeansers to protect their male packages by cups, the girls were mostly superior till the jeansers attacked the Amazon HQ. That day, most girls became prisoners of the jeansers, were raped and tortured many times and their equipment (uniforms, weapons and protective gear) was captured by the jeansers or destroyed. The Amazon gang disappeared from the roads for many years. I am Susanne Black. I was one of the girls who fought in the Amazon gang. The day when the jeansers took our HQ was 6 years ago. Meanwhile I was 28, and since that humiliating defeat I had never seen one of my Amazon mates again. I had changed to another city and meanwhile I had finished my studies for teacher's profession and now I worked as a young graduate, teaching teenagers from 16 - 19. The jeans-wearing boys at my school dominated the girls and those were really afraid of the boys. Thus I decided it was time to revive the Amazon gang and I taught my girls how to fight (1)! Without efforts, we took over the school (2)! But the jeanser gang was much stronger than I thought and so they defeated us (3). 4. Unification After these painfully lost fights, we realized that we were to weak to win against the mighty jeanser gang. It was not only this teenage gang at school, but they had the support of many hundreds of teens in the whole town as well as some hundred adult males, probably former fighters of the jeanser army ten years ago. We needed some allies. We had already mobilized all girls in the surrounding, so we could only extend our forces by joining with a male foe gang of the jeanser. As I remembered from my former life in the gang, the sport guys were always quite good with us. 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 was exactly as with the jeansers: The sport rookies wore black running tights, soldiers dark blue, privates red, corporals medium blue and so on. We addressed to their leaders, but I had the impression that they didn't take us seriously. To convince them of the female power, I suggested a fight between me and a boy of their choice. At first they just grinned, but I urged them till they agreed. The soldier-boy they had chosen was a real hottee: Not too big, approximately 22 years old and wearing dark-blue lycra running tights in which his prominent package triple-bulged. In fact, I couldn't stop looking at the full round bulge in his crotch. The tight Lycra fabric molded to his genitals as they were framed invitingly between his muscled thighs. I was almost shaking with a sexual energy as I contemplated what was about to happen. - Now the fight started. At first, we encircled for a while, but then, he attacked me. Strong as he was, already his first shot against my breast threw me down. As he bent over to grab me, I balled my fist and took deadly aim. I was looking right at his scrotum as my fist slammed into his dangling balls. The effect was devastating as my fist smashed his nuts against his bony crotch! It was as if in slow motion as I watched my fist connect with his exposed nuts. I saw the leering arrogant smile on his face turning into a surprised, then shocked, finally pained expression! He had a disbelieving look as his hands shot to his groin clutching at his now painful scrotum. He doubled over trying to block the shooting pain in his crotch as he struggled to stay on his feet. His mouth was open in a silent scream as he clutched his balls. His knees began to buckle. Slowly he sank to his knees and then fell hard onto his side, curled up with his hands pressed tightly to his nuts. I got up and stood over the boy. I looked down at his hot body as he lay rocking back and forth clutching at his groin in a vain attempt to fight the pain. I almost had an orgasm looking at this now helpless hottee lying at my feet with his balls busted by a girl. He complaint: "You dirty slit! I can't fight if you attack my balls!" I answered dignified: "What you say is that in a fight a woman is superior to a man, simply because he has vulnerably balls and she does not. I agree. But this is no reason not to abuse this male weakness! Just look at it as a natural equalizer for the fact that men are usually stronger!" The sport guys decided to test me once more. They chose another vivid but arrogant young corporal (22) with obviously well-developed package. To give him a little chance and to show how easily a girl can even crack a cupped guy, I decided to hand him a cup. I took it out of my panties and offered it to him. All sport guys were shocked that I had a male cup in my panties, because they hadn't noticed before. In their faces, I could read the question where I had from. I answered before they could ask: "Yes, you suppose right: I took this cup from a jeanser boy whom I overwhelmed in a fight. Unnecessary to mention that I cracked his nuts!" Now the concentration of my opponent was gone. He was completely confused that he had to face a real ball-buster. Therefore, at first he refused to accept the cup since he "didn't need graceful presents of mere girls, especially not if they have the fish smell of a girl's slit". But after looking once more at his mate who still laid sobbingly on the ground, he decided to accept. He took the egg-cup and pushed it underneath his medium-blue lycra tights. Now the fight began. As he came closer, I pretended at first to run away from him. Of course, this stupid guy followed me. Suddenly, I turned around and run against him and rushed my hand inside his tight lycra pants underneath his cup! Immediately, I found and grabbed his balls with one hand. I squeezed, pulled and scratched his package! Somehow, he worked my hands off and pushed me away. He immediately dropped to his knees trying to rub the pain from his groin. He kneed on the ground, his legs well apart, but still protected by the cup. I went behind him and kicked as hard as I could against his cup! I heard a lot PLOP! and his cup jumped frontward, unpleasantly shaking the content. After his balls were already pre-weakened, this was too much for the boy! He weltered sobbingly on the ground. All I had to do was to strip him naked. Then, I sat on his face, looking at his crotch so that he had to smell my slit. The effect was - as I was still used from my former life in a gang - a literally "swelling" one! It's anything else than difficult to excite, "stiffen" and milk an always horny young male. So, I didn't need long, till he spurted his male cream. I gathered the result of his masculinity in his (i.e. my) cup. Then I went over to the hottee of the first fight who still laid on the ground helplessly. I forced him to slurp the boy- milk of his mate. At first he tried to defend, but when I tightened my hand around his still sore balls, he was willing to do everything! Still I was not satisfied with the punishment of the second, arrogant guy. Thus, I walked back to him and ordered him to turn around, get on his knees and spread his cheeks, so that he was in the "doggee position" now. Again, an encouraging grab on his balls helped to convince him! I stood behind him and rammed a carrot (that one of my friends was passing me over) up his ass. He let out a blood- curdling scream and wept from the pain. He begged me to stop but that only intensified my efforts! I milked him simultaneously and didn't stop before he ejaculated on the mat once more! "Look boys! Your mate here is a real bottom! He likes to be bumped and ground!", I humiliated him in front of his comrades. After this glamorous demonstration, the sport guys accepted our support. (Or should I say, they were willing to support us?) Thus we started common training lessons. But not only they, even we could learn a lot. I started with a general explanation about sensitive body targets: "A boy has 4 vital target: The eyes, the throat, the solar plexus and his gonads, of course. The latter are an excellent target: Situated low and unprotected and highly vulnerable they can be easily attacked by hand (squeezing), fist (punch), knee and foot. Depending on the power of your attack, the effect on the boy can be temporal paralyzing, long lasting damage (for instance castration) or even death. For a female opponent, these vital points are: The eyes, the throat, the breast and solar plexus." One of the sport guys asked: "And what about the cunt? I've heart, a girl is sensitive in the crotch, too?!" - "Well, of course a nice blow between the legs can send a girl sobbing to the ground, but only for some moments. Such a kick would never leave a long-term effect and could never kill a female! Therefore, the pussy is no vital target. That's the difference to a boy!" Later, I demonstrated on one of these guys how to perform a perfect ball- squeezing: "You start with a swift punch of your flat hand in between his legs. Hold your hand in a way as if you wanted to grab and orange. As soon as you touch his package you'll feel the precise position of his balls. Now, you have to grab the nut-sack immediately and hard! It's important that you hold the vulnerable sack tight right from the start! Once you have one ball between your fingers, the boy can't do anything!" In fact, the boy was caught by surprise and completely helpless. It didn't take much efforts to paralyze him, force him down and strip him naked. I Proudly presented his lycra tights to my girls. The sport-guys but also my girls were impressed. To be continued ...