My life in a Gang - The Story goes on (5)! By Agua Content: The story is about tough fights between male and female gangs. No super-women nor wizards, just normal girls that know how to abuse a boy's week spot! This story contains explicit sexual and violent material incl. rape, castration and torture and should only be read by adults. If ball-busting is a matter of offence, please DO NOT read! Please read "My Life in a Gang" and "My Life in a Gang - Another View" first for better understanding. What happened so far? Boy gangs of different quarters were regularly fighting each others. Since the young men were always horny, they loved to rape all girls. Especially the jeans wearing gang (the "jeansers") were a danger to the girls. Therefore, one day, the girls founded a gang (so called "Amazons"), learnt to fight and thus could defend against the male attacks. They were so successful that they could overwhelm male troops and capture and proudly wear their uniforms (jeans + cotton briefs or nylon shorts as underwear). Despite the trial of the jeansers to protect their male packages by cups, the girls were mostly superior till the jeansers attacked the Amazon HQ. That day, most girls became prisoners of the jeansers, were raped and tortured many times and their equipment (uniforms, weapons and protective gear) was captured by the jeansers or destroyed. The Amazon gang disappeared from the roads for many years. I am Susanne Black. I was one of the girls who fought in the Amazon gang. The day when the jeansers took our HQ was 6 years ago. Meanwhile I was 28, and since that humiliating defeat, I had never seen one of my Amazon mates again. I had changed to another city and meanwhile, I had finished my studies for teacher's profession and now I worked as a young graduate, teaching teenagers from 16 - 19. The jeans-wearing boys at my school 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 (part 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). Therefore, we had to look for allied that we found in another male gang: The sport-guys with which we trained and fought now together (4). The day of revenge was near! 5. First Battles After some weeks of joined training, in which the sport guys and we got to know each other (and our vulnerable spots) better and better, we decided that it was time to stop the jeansers. We decided to start the reconquest of the school with a surprise attack at a location, where the boys would be most helpless! Therefore, some minutes before the break, we 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 age 17). Of course, they had to open their jeans, and since all of them wore cups, they had to strip down their jeans and supporters completely. We girls waited till all of the guys started to piss. This was the moment, when they could defend least! Now, we rushed out off the cabins and attacked the helpless boys! Mostly, we 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 my girls applied an effective nut claw with them! After a short fight, all 5 boys lay whimpering, naked and partly pissed on the ground, while we girls held their uniforms and jockstraps in our hands. Since most of my girls didn't have cups by now, they immediately put the captured shells into their panties. Now, we 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 handcuff was fettered around the genitals of one jeanser and the other side was fixed to another boy's package. Finally, all boys were "ball-chained"! But somehow, the other jeansers had recognized what was going on and were on alert now, so that we could not avoid a direct confrontation. In the school yard, our army had to face nearly 50 teen jeansers, and we had to fear that they had informed their adult mates to have further support. Approximately 80 girls and allied boys stood ready for fight. I had been chosen to lead a troop of 15 girl soldiers plus 5 male sport-recruits. According to my rank, I wore the jeans of a corporal. From the aggressive behavior of some boys I estimated that nearly half of the jeansers were protected by cups while less than 20% of our male and female fighters had groin protection. But at least we outnumbered our enemy. It was obviously the tactic of the jeansers to overwhelm our officers to cause a chaos among our fighters. A troop of 10 jeansers attacked me and my male guards. Soon, some of our male fighters weltered in pain on the ground, cupping their sore balls. Wow, the jeansers knew, where a boy is sensitive! I had to defend against a jeanser corporal. I kicked his groin, hard!, but the effect was mere: Of course, he wore a cup. At least, I had felt how his cup had hopped during my strike. Seems, he had not fixed it properly. This was a chance I had to use. I grabbed his arms and slammed my knee as often as I could into his groin, before he could push me away. Even though every single kick was not more than unpleasant, a series of it can weaken even a "cupped" boy! I could see the pain in his face from the many shock-waves I had sent through his abdomen. He tried to rearrange his displaced cup, but I didn't want to give him this chance! I used his distraction to rush against him, open his zip and to slide my hand into his shorts underneath his cup! My fingers tightened around the precious prey! The corporal had a goofy expression in his face. His hand shot into my groin. But he was sure not experienced enough to perform a cunt-squeezing through my tight-fitting jeans. Additionally, I had cared for protection: He was very surprised to find a pussy-guard in my jeans, covering my complete slit up to the ass-crack! Thus it took me only a minute to finish this guy and help my mates: One of my allied males, a sport rookie in tight, raven-black lycra compression shorts, didn't wear a cup and received a full-force groin kick by a jeanser soldier. My recruit broke down, unable to fight and whimpering on the ground, holding his sore nuts. Normally, I would be turned on seeing such a nutcracker, but here it was one of my comrades who was cracked! So I had to help him. Two jeansers recruits bent over his helpless body. I approached them from behind and managed to take control of their unprotected packages with a swift grab from behind between their legs. Now, I had my both hands in the crotch of a whimpering boy each and squeezed 4 nuts with all my might! The surprised guys shrieked at high voice and their eyes seemed to come out of their caves! I ordered them to surrender, but before they could do so, they passed out. Two allied sport-rookies brought down a jeanser-soldier, and one of my girls (also soldier by rang) cared for him: She stripped down his jeans and found dark-blue sparkling nylon shorts underneath, in which his cup prominently bulged. "Such a cup must be very inconvenient! I'll take this burden from you!", explained the girl. "Take your hands off me, you dirty slit! I cannot fight without cup!" But the jeanser was not in the position to order anything. My girl took his adult-size cup off his shorts and pushed it into her panties. Despite the lacking cup a prominent bulge was to be seen in his nylon shorts. "Wow, you are really well-hung! You sure understand that I'll take a ride on you!" Saying this, she laid on him as if she wanted to mate with him. Just that her cup pressed against his genitals! "No! Please! .... Aaaaagh!" He began to shriek with pain as she started her wild ride! Due to her rhythmical motions, the edge of her cup massaged her cunt-lips that drove her wilder and wilder! The high- pitched shrieks of her mistreated victim just made her more maniac! Finally, she screamed out her powerful orgasm while the eyes of the jeanser rolled back, and he passed out! After relaxing some seconds, she stood up and the cup and her panties were wet with her juice. The nylon shorts of the male soldier also sparkled with liquid: His boy-cream! But this was not due to an orgasm, but his last fertile cream had left his cracked nuts through his cock! - The other girls around us giggled, while our allied sport-guys looked in horror at what a girl can do driven by her sexuality! Once more, I had to defend against a young jeanser soldier who had managed to break through to me. We rolled on the ground, and I thought to finish the fight quickly by a swift chop against his masculinity, but my hand made hard contact with his cup! "You dirty slit didn't think I wear a cup, ugh?" Thus, I chopped against his throat and pecked into his eyes: Not strong enough to damage anything, but strong enough to paralyze him for some moments. I used the time to slip my hand inside his jeans and tight-fitting nylon shorts underneath his cup. I felt immediately at home and found what I was looking for. The boy tried to defend, and grabbed my left tit! Wow, for his young age, he was really good and knew how to hurt a girl! He didn't waste time to attack my (protected) groin that is less sensitive than a boy's package, anyway. Somehow, he knew that a girl's tits are a much more delicate target! But I applied a BCG (ball-control- grip), well knowing that no boy can stand this very long. The ball-squeezing rendered him helpless, and all he could do now, were funny convulsions! But he still gave my tit a hard work-over, and I wanted to finish him as quick as possible: "Do you know that cracking his nuts can kill a boy?!", saying this I even increased my pressure on his ball. I observed his face in which pain and anger was now replaced by fear, and his eyes were about to roll back in consciousness. Finally he gave in and I could take his equipment and uniform to hand it to one of our girls. For luck, half of the jeansers didn't wear cups so that their delicate groins were accessible for any kind of attack. Due to the heat, some guys even just wore shorts without jeans so that their privates were practically served on a golden platter! One girl simply grabbed inside her opponent's shorts for his package. Her fingernails did their malicious work as they tore into his penis with a particular fascination, even sticking her fingernail in the hole in the tip of his penis. This drove the helpless boy to hysterical crying and pleading. Finally after his penis had been cut up enough and was bleeding to her satisfaction; she accepted his submission. Again, the corporal of my class was involved into these fights, and his tough fighting style and success against my girls started to piss me off. He had really brought down some of my fighters, by attacking their vulnerable tits and cunts. I decided to solve this problem once and forever. A sport-guy had brought him down, sat on his breast and held him under control. I went over to him, stripped his jeans, shorts and protective cup and grabbed his extraordinary large nut-sack. I was about to beat his large nuts into pulp when Shell - a girl of his class - asked me to let this honor to her. Shell grabbed his whole nut- sack with her left fist. Then, she reached her right arm back and landed a punch impacting his balls head on. His balls crushed between her hard knuckled fist and her left hand. The boy immediately howled and begged her to stop. But Shell slammed her fist again into his softening balls. 'SMASH!' the sound emitted from his crotch. The helpless boy wailed for her to stop and Shell continued without compassion. Slam!, Slam!, Slam! She pounded his balls into a mash. After the 5th or 6th punch, the jeanser corporal passed out cold. Shell stopped, holding his pulverized testicles in her left hand to admire her work. She had never crushed a guy's nuts before, not to mention beating a pair to a pulp. The mushy sac made her smile. The sight of his shriveled cock and slight cum drooling from it, made her proud. With her fingers, she squeezed the pulp sac in-between her fingers knowing the manhood of a teen-age fighter was taken by her! But there was no more time to enjoy this sight because another boy attacked me from behind and put me in a head lock. At first I just tried to get free, when he grabbed one of my tits. He really knew where it hurts most! I got so pissed off that I took my fist and rammed it right into his balls. I felt them get crushed in his pants. Amazingly, he didn't wear a protector. He fell down holding his nuts yelling, "Ow my balls, you crushed my balls." I laughed for a while and told him I'd crush his nuts if he ever tried that a again. His mate saw this, came at me and tried to grab me. Once again I dodged it and ducked. I looked up and couldn't believe the set-up I had! While I was down on one knee he was standing with his legs spread and my face was right in front of his crotch. Stupid as he was, he didn't have a cup neither! He just wore tight nylon shorts, so that I saw the detailed outline of his nuts and cock. I balled up my fist to meet his balls. I gave him an uppercut from hell. I felt like doing it again and again, so I did. I loved the way his nuts flew around in his shorts like two pin-balls. In-between each punch I began to taunt him in the voice of a sports announcer. "Ow, a perfect shot right to the balls! He won't survive this one." I playfully asked, "Are your balls alright?" At this point I decided he had enough and let him slump down on the ground. Thus, both studs lay curled up in the fetal position quietly crying and holding their groins. After less than 40 minutes, all boys were under our control: They stood naked in front of us, their hands crossed behind their necks and the legs spread so that their vulnerable packages dangled unprotected. In front of me were 3 piles of captured jeans, worn underwear and even some protective cups! I ordered my girls to spread the jeans and shorts among our fighters and new school-girls who wanted to join us. The major part of the captured cups were only small, thus we gave them to our male mates who urgently needed some groin protection. Of course, we taunted them: "The small cups are enough for your tiny ballsies! We have something more down there to cover!" In fact, we kept those cups with extended shape to offer good pussy protection and of course some cups of really hot guys as souvenirs! It's always a nice souvenir to have the personal cup or underwear of an opponent: You'll always remember his shrieks as you squeezed, kicked or stomped his nuts! We were really posing in the captured cups and shorts! The naked jeanser prisoners had to go down into the dog position, thus they were "jacked up"! Afterwards, they were raped by our male comrades, especially by well-hung blacks. The hapless teenage jeansers whimpered in agony while their virgin assholes were torn apart by huge male members! At first, we decided to let go the naked, raped and humiliated soldiers and rookies just after pushing a cucumber or carrot into each boy's asshole. But then, all the memories of numberless rapes came up again, and we decided to crack at least some of them. - Bum, bum, bum! Furious girlish fists, knees and feet found their way into yielding male packages! Proud 18-year-old fighters were turned into whimpering castratos! We gathered their last fertile boy cream into captivated male cups and shorts to have a nice remembrance! The officers shall receive some severe punishment: After we had taken all jeans, shorts and egg cups, we decided to hang the officers on trees! We bound their arms on the back and led them to the trees. Here, we tied a rope around each boy's package. Not to rip off their maleness completely, we led the rope through their legs along the ass-crack and wound it around their hips. But of course, we made sure, the rope would unpleasantly squash the male member and balls! Now, we threw the other end of the rope over the branch of a tree and tugged him upwards. Finally, all jeanser officers were suspended! Since their whole body- weight bore on the rope in the crotch, the hapless boys quickly felt dizzy from the pain. As the blood-circulation "down there" was hindered, some guys involuntarily got a hard-on. We girls just giggled at the sight of helplessly hanging male fighters! Wearing the captured jeans, shorts, briefs and cups, we left them.