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 a complete success! Thanks to the support by our male allied, we defeated the jeansers magnificently (5)! 6. The Chamber of Torture! Meanwhile, we had fights nearly everyday. But it was agreed that there should be no further fights at school, so that everyone was safe till the end of the lessons. Therefore, we didn't fight anymore for ruling a school, but ruling a quarter of the town. Despite our alliance with the sport-guys, we were not always victorious. Therefore, we had lost many girls, which were now prisoners of the jeansers. We had already heart about training and torture camps where our girls (and allied males) were kept and used as training partners for the recruit jeansers. By torture, they were also forced to give secret information about our gang structure. Only thus we could explain that the jeansers seemed to know all our operations in advance. We thought it was time to deliberate our captive mates. For luck, two jeanser-officers (a sergeant and a lieutenant) had fallen into our hands. Of course, they didn't want to tell us about the position of the prisons, but we had our methods to make them "sing": We brought them to a workshop and stripped them naked. Then, we jammed their nuts between the ferules of a vise! Not so strong that they were cracked, but strong enough to be more than just unpleasant so that the men couldn't break out! Now, we asked two very well-hung blacks of our allied sport-guys to screw their ass-pussies. "Oh, no! Please, not men!", the captured jeansers pleaded remorsefully. But this was no handicap for us! The problem was just that the virgin assholes of the jeansers were too tight for the huge black cocks! Thus we took a king-size dildo to widen their cunts! Both boys howled in pain! After we had prepared the boy-pussies, our black allied bumped and ground their white victims. The hapless boys suffered from pain on two spots: The virgin assholes were torn apart by huge cocks, and their nut-sacks (captured between the ferules of the vise) were also in danger to be ripped off at every ram-thrust from behind! Finally, the two blacks tossed their whole load into the expecting pussies of their opponents! They had enjoyed the procedure while the captive jeansers were finished by dry-fucking and now ready to tell us anything! After we had found out, where many of our mates were imprisoned, we decided to deliberate them. The small house was just guarded by 5 sentinels, a young private and his 4 recruits (not older than 17). To overwhelm them was easy: Each jeanser was quickly brought down by one or two of our allied sport-guys. Then, a girl stripped down his jeans and protective cup and when the delicate package was naked at her mercy, she made him unconscious by well-aimed chops against the head of his cock and his balls! The unconscious boys were bound and dragged away while we distributed the captured uniforms and cups among our boys and girls. Especially some of our boys urgently needed cups since they didn't have more than their thin spandex tights to protect their tender nut-sacks. Now, we entered the building. Inside, only 5 adult guards - a corporal and 4 Arab soldiers - were responsible to protect the entrance. Even though the Arabs their quite strong, their unwillingness to wear cups or underwear helped us: We outnumbered them by a factor of 3, and their worn out jeans could not really dampen a full-force blow against the well-hung male lust-center! Soon, the proud Arab stallions weltered on the ground, crazy with and pain crying like babies, brought down by slender young girls much weaker than them! Our mates were either imprisoned in cages or some - mainly boys - bound on crosses on the wall so that they stood spread-eagled with their naked privates fully exposed. Two girls were literally screwed: They had huge dildos in both, their pussies and assholes, and these dildos turned driven by an electric motor. Assholes and pussies of these poor girls were sore from the hour-lasting torture, so that their were about to pass out with pain. Two captured sport-boys were in the same situation, just that they had only one hole to offer! But everyone knows that for a boy - who considers himself to be the hunter and not the prey! - it is much more humiliating to be screwed than for a girl! But beside his pussy, a boy has another unique weakness that is sensitive to torture: His balls and cock! The jeansers had another machine to abuse this weak spot: One of our boys was bound on a cross, his cock hardened by a padlock around his package that hindered the blood-circulation "down there". Additionally, the jeansers had put well-used girl's panties over his face so that he was involuntarily excited by the strong female smell. His rock-hard cock got an unpleasant work-over by an electric polisher right at his head! The glands was already bloody and the boy wouldn't stay conscious were long anymore! I estimated that after this treatment he was surely unable to fight (or to have sex) for at least two weeks. Somehow I admired the ideas of the jeansers. Using this equipment, we could really threaten our opponents! After having an overview, we decided to bring at first the torturers under our control who hadn't realized us by now. One of them was torturing one of our "sisters": She was helplessly bound on a cross so that he had full access to her cunt. He really pushed a lit cracker into her pussy! After the bang, she was only a sobbing wreck, bleeding from her ruptured slit! He was the first to feel the deadly female revenge! After he was bound spread-eagled on a cross still wearing his metal cup, I stepped in front of him. "You want to play dirty, hmm?!" Saying this, I pushed a lit cracker into his cup! His eyes widened in horror, and only seconds later, a bang announced the end of his masculinity! Blood dripped out of his cup, but the massive metal shield was not damaged, of course! We overwhelmed another torture guy and bond him on a cross. I enjoyed having him helplessly exposed in front of me, completely subdued to my will! With some routine and slightly bored, I made his cock hard. With a swift grip, his foreskin was drawn back. I put on some plastic gloves not to burn my skin. Now, I massaged hot chilly powder + vinegar into his sensitive glands and asshole! Shrieking with pain, the boy threw himself forth and back in the vain attempt to get free off his chains! With the captured 4 Arabs we had special plans. Since Arab boys were always the worst in torturing, raping and hurting women, we wanted to finish them off completely! We quickly found that 2 of the overwhelmed Arab stallions were brothers. As utmost humiliation, we forced the younger to "rim" his older brother, i.e. to lick his asshole intensively! The fun was over for the older when his younger brother had to screw his asshole: Arab assholes are not accustomed to be bumped and ground by other men! The young Arab had some understandable trouble getting aroused at first, but I helped him by pressing a well-used female slip into his face. The female smell worked really "swelling"! Soon after, the boy tossed his juice into his brother's rectum! Now, the young guy had to give his brother a blow job and swallow all his boy-cream. At first, he tried to defend, but an encouraging squeezing of his balls turned him from an ass-fucker to an excellent cock-sucker! "OK, boys. This was your last sexual event!", I announced full of dignity. I left the honor of taking the masculinity of these guys to my youngest girls! Furious vixens stomped their male packages till both Arabian stallions were reduced to castrated wrecks! Their once proud huge packages were now just a mushy pulp and a tiny, shriveled cock! Now, we just had to finish we other two Arabs. We bound them spread-eagled on wooden crosses and I took one of the many dildos laying around. I approached one of them and ordered him to suck the plastic cock. He stubbornly held his mouth closed. "You don't have to take it in the mouth, but your own saliva is the only lubrication you will get. Without that, this huge dildo will lacerate the walls of your rectum!" At that, he quickly opened his mouth and started deep throating it. After about a minute, I took it out and went to his back, and without listening to his pledges, I slid it into him against his resistance and was rewarded with a groan. After a few strokes, the resistance faded and I pushed it into him up to the hilt. In the mean time my friend worked the same way on the other Arab. After a few minutes, we drew the dildos out of the boys willing cunts. Again, the boys moaned. Of course, the plastic cocks were not clean anymore. Now, we exchanged the dildos so that each Arab had to slick off the "skid-marks" of his mate! There was a moment of revulsion on "my Arab's" face as he tasted his mate's ass-juice, but he was afraid enough of abrasion that he carried on with is work. The shit on the dildo was neatly cleaned off by his eager tongue! While we screwed them with the dildos, we milked them simultaneously, since they shall have one last orgasm before their castration! The two Arabs were still stretched on crosses and our skillful hands hardened their cocks once more. I took a CO2-fire-extinguisher and fired against the package of the one Arab. It took only seconds to freeze it completely! More in shock than in pain, the owner looked in horror at his completely ice-covered hard-on! I just asked him: "Do you know how to break a boner?!" Then, my fist slammed down against his brittle cock. It broke like glass and fell to the ground. There, it scattered into 1000 pieces! Even his ball-sack had broken off and was destroyed now! The once proud Arab passed out cold! Seeing this, the other Arab pleaded me not to do this to him. "Oh, no, for you I have another surprise. You don't need to be afraid of cold techniques!", I told him and took a burning torch. I didn't hesitate to position the hot core zone of the flame right underneath his tender nut-sack. Again, it took only seconds to turn a big, proud package into a deplorable piece of sooty pulp and his owner from a rude rowdy into a whimpering wreck! After all, this operation was a complete success: We could free our mates imprisoned in this chamber of torture and 15 jeansers fell into out hands. The 10 adults of them lost their virility after intensive torture, we just had mercy with the young fighters at the entrance. After our male allied had bumped and ground their assholes, they could go home - nakedly of course, while we proudly went away with the captured uniforms and equipment!