My life in a Gang - The Story goes on (7)!
By Agua
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 and 6)!



7. Changing Successes

After we had our school under control, we tried to spread our success to other 
schools to gain control over the whole town or at least over some quarters. But 
of course, the jeansers didn't want to let us win! While at school, no boy even 
dared to wear jeans (while our girls run around fully equipped!), our girls were 
not safe when leaving the school. Split up into small groups, they became easy 
prey for the aggressive boys! Many pussies were screwed or even badly injured!

One day, I was with some friends on the way back home, we met a group of teen 
Arabs, most of them between 18 and 22. The boys looked very strong and 
aggressive and they were in the same number as we. So there was a real reason to 
be afraid of this fight, especially since all these guys wore cups as I could 
recognize from the homogenous bulges in their tight fitting jeans. Therefore, we 
teased the boys what weaklings they were, not daring to fight against a girl 
without wearing a cup! "Are you afraid that I'll crack your tiny ballsies? Are 
you so weak that you can't defend against a mere girl?!" - "They only have these 
cups to hide their tiny balls! Real men would proudly show their well-built 
packages!" - "These are still children; I'm not sure whether they can cum at 
all!" You must know that Arabs are very proud about their sex and that they 
dislike to wear cups anyway. So this tactic worked! The corporal ordered his ten 
rookies to take off the cups. They opened their jeans and took them out. Seconds 
later, the plastic cups fell to the ground. Of course, we did not remove our 
protectors, but I was happy about so much stupidity! Even though the boys were 
very muscular, they all had a unique vulnerability that they offered now to us 
on a golden platter! 
I knew, if only one of our girls was able to ring her opponent's bells, she 
would thus paralyze him for several minutes. Time enough to help another girl to 
overpower her enemy and so on. And so it was: Most boys brought their girls 
quickly down and without effort held her under control, but one boy failed. A 
girlish knee shot up into the tender aim right between the boy's legs - Once! 
Twice! Thrice! - and finished his struggle! Then, the victorious girl went over 
to a couple fighting on the ground. The Arab pressed "his" helpless girl on the 
ground; his hands were like an iron vise on her upper arms. He was on his knees, 
his legs well spread, one knee standing right and left from her petite body. He 
already made jokes how he would bump and grind her, and the bulge in his jeans 
was already considerably enlarging. The victorious girl approached him from 
behind and kicked full force into his unprotected virility: The effect on the 
boy was really devastating! His mouth flew open and emitted a high-pitch howl, 
his eyes widened in shock and anguish! He involuntarily released his hold on the 
girl below him, and from now on, she could take control! Her freed hand 
immediately reached for his already mangled nut-sack, and even though it was not 
necessary to win the fight, she squeezed its' content with all her might!
Soon after finishing these 2 guys, all the others fell into our hands! After 
some minutes, all boys were bound, and we started to strip them naked. According 
to their recruit-rank, most boys wore black nylon shorts underneath their jeans, 
but some Arabs even wore their tight-fitting light-blue jeans without underwear 
so that their cocks and assholes had left some nice stains. Those uniforms 
showing spots of savage virility were especially precious for us. Interestingly, 
non of these guys wore captured female underwear. Obviously, these boys had not 
fought successfully against one of our troops yet! Now, we just had to find a 
nice punishment:
1. The sisters Janet and Natalie had the corporal under control and pressed him 
on the ground. Janet jumped onto his head while Natalie set between his legs. 
Janet's legs were spread towards his face, her feet were on both sides of his 
head. The girls discussed how putting a boy through pain makes them wet. Janet 
slid forward and sat right on the corporal's face so that her pussy covered his 
mouth. He had to taste her wetness that had already soaked through her jeans. 
Then Natalie grabbed his both feet and lifted them up so they were on both sides 
of her waist. Then Natalie stood up and stomped down on his balls with all of 
her might. She let out a loud karate-yell as she smashed her foot down into his 
balls. The abused jeanser tried to scream, but Janet's pussy was smothering his 
mouth. Janet began moaning, as the warm breath of the subdued male fighter was 
blowing into her. Natalie slammed her foot down again on his balls, but this 
time she kept it there and began grinding them. The jeanser warrior was in 
complete agony. Suddenly Janet slid up, and started sliding back and forth on 
his nose. From what I saw, I could tell she was close to orgasm. Janet began 
bouncing up and down using his nose as a dick. Each time she came down, her ass 
crushed his face. Finally she spilled all her juices through her jeans into his 
face. The castrated jeanser had already passed out!
2. Another Arab teen boy was tortured by Kim, a hot Chinese girl. She was known 
for her cruelties and mercilessness. He lay on the ground nakedly, Kim stood 
above him. She put her foot on his crotch and started to roll his balls around 
under her heel. The Arab jeanser tried to squirm out, but his tormentor ground 
her heel down hard on his scrotum squashing it underfoot until he was screaming 
in agony. Kim placed both feet on his package bringing all her weight to bear 
onto his balls. Of course, his balls popped and he passed out cold. Even though 
I normally have no mercy with these guys, my groin was aching in sympathy.
3. Against his will and his pride, the cock of another Arab rose majestically as 
two of my girls stripped him naked. We girls just smiled. This was a common 
phenomenon to us. Many of our male victims became sexually aroused after we had 
defeated them. Many men had lost their virility at our hands, with massive 
erections, spewing sperm even when they were castrated! This boy looked really 
hot, so I decided to care about him personally. I stripped my clothes off and 
walked over to him. I felt highly excited as I stood over his magnificent body 
who lay sobbing at my feet, destroyed by slender but tough female fighters. I 
lowered myself onto his face, wriggling myself into place, covering his mouth 
with my lips of sex. I leant forward, one hand cupping his balls, the other 
round his throbbing cock. "Now pleasure me, stallion. I want to feel your tongue 
deep in my body!" Encouragingly, I squeezed his balls. "Do it!" The Arab fighter 
gasped with pain, then began to lick with all his might. I enjoyed my ride, 
dominating the magnificent male we'd defeated in combat. I enjoyed my power over 
him, my ability to inflict either horrendous pain with the hand on his tautened 
balls, or mind blowing pleasure with the fingers on his pulsating cock. As the 
man's tongue did it's work, I came close to orgasm, my hand automatically 
tightened on the his balls with each successive plunge into pleasure until he 
cried out in agony. My whole body climaxed in triumph, thrilled with his cries 
of agony, stimulated by his darting tongue and overwhelmed by the emasculation 
of this hot male.
4. Anja, a good friend of mine, cared about another prisoner. I saw her pulling 
down his jeans and nylon boxers until they were down around his ankles. She 
untied her hair and took the string that was holding it back and slipped it 
around his nuts. His hands cupped his virility in a vain attempt to remove the 
string. She pulled on the string so that a wave of pain thundered through his 
nuts. But still, the boy tried to defend! He grabbed Anja and tried to throw her 
down and to undo her uniform. But for luck, she kept on tugging the string so 
that his blood circulation in the crotch was hindered. This had the effect that 
the cock of this Arab stallion rose majestically. Anja began undoing herself. 
Well knowing that she wanted to take a ride on him, I watched as her jeans and 
panties slid down. Her pussy was shaved. The Arab's cock glistened with precum 
in anticipation. But to pleasure him, was not what she intended! To show him who 
is the boss, she reached down and grabbed his sack again and pulled. The pain-
filled shrieks of the Arab fighter told us that the girl was victorious again. 
She turned, so her pussy was in his face. Even from the distance I could see 
that she was wet. Anja's hands slipped around his aching nuts. "Lick it, you 
little bitch. Lick it." Her voice was raw with desire. Disgusted and hesitating, 
the Arab slowly licked her cheeks first but she squeezed and thus he knew what 
he had to do. He moved his tongue across her clit. She moaned and squeezed 
again. Suddenly, he tried to break out and captured her clit it between his 
teeth. She squeezed hard but obviously he kept moving his teeth back and forward 
turning her center of lust into a center of burning pain. She held his nut-sack 
tight and started to turn it clockwise. His nuts were about to pop, so he surely 
must get crazy with pain! Finally, he passed out cold, but Anja continued her 
destructive work till his last fertile cream left is cracked nuts through his 
cock ...


Meanwhile, I had a boyfriend. He was a corporal in the sports-gang, 29 years 
old, good-looking and well-hung, of course! He looked hot in his steel-blue 
running tights, in which his package prominently bulged. One day, we went for a 
walk. I wore my corporal-jeans and captured, medium-blue, boyish soccer-shorts 
underneath. Of course, I had taken these shorts directly from a subdued enemy, 
without washing them since the stains his abused male genitals had left, always 
turned me on. Whenever my boyfriend and me were together, we both didn't wear 
groin-guards to feel HIM intensively. In the park, we kissed and caressed 
intensively that made bulge in his tights grow significantly! Suddenly, we were 
surrounded and quickly overwhelmed by a teenage jeanser troop, most of them 18 
to 20-year-old Turks or Arabs. We both immediately received kicks and punches 
into the most delicate parts that were not dampened by a groin protector, today! 
Of course, we two had no chance against these 11 teenagers (6 rookies and 4 
soldiers led by corporal).
After having us under control, they undressed me and got really furious as they 
found the boyish shorts I wore underneath, since I had taken it from one of 
their mates. Even many sperm and male piss stains were still in the cloth, 
telling these guys that the boy who wore it before me must have been in severe 
nut-pain due to my groin-kick! I never wash captured underwear since these 
stains are a sign of triumph, a recorded cry of anguish of a cracked boy! To 
take revenge, they immediately raped me several times. My boyfriend couldn't do 
anything, because he was kept under control by three strong Arab boys. Since 
these teenage jeansers were always horny and my boyfriend had a real tight ass, 
the Arabs immediately abused his asshole as cunt! My boyfriend had been raped 
before, but was not accustomed to have an XXL-size cock in his boy-pussy so that 
he shrieked with pain! Finally, the Arabs shot their whole load up his rectum.
Then, they forced my boyfriend and me to slick ("rim") their dirty assholes that 
caused them visible pleasure. Why can these boys never clean their pussies after 
shitting?! Never before, I was so disgusted! Though we had often forced captured 
boys to "rim" the assholes of their mates or of our male allied, but I had never 
been forced to slick a boy-pussy personally. And now, I even had to push my 
tongue deep into the expecting cunt of this Turk fighter! (Obviously, they 
didn't dare to force us to give them blow-jobs since they were afraid that we 
could take painful revenge having their cocks between our teeth!)
Suddenly, some 5 girls walked through the park. They wore normal civil clothing 
and thus did not belong to a gang. Nevertheless, the horny, young boys felt 
immediately attracted and left us and went over and screw these chicks. But, 
these girlies were not such an easy prey as they seemed to be. They knew how to 
crack nuts; and these boys wore their best friends completely unprotected in 
their jeans! 
One girl - Amber, as I got to know later - instinctively threw herself on the 
back as a Turk youngster attacked her. As he dived at her, she instinctively 
raised her knees. The male fighter landed and his virility is crushed by her 
knee. In unspeakable pain, he rolled off her knees, no air left in his body. 
Amber quickly stood up and grabbed his legs. She straddled them and threw stomp 
after stomp against his unprotected groin until the light-blue cloth of his 
worn-out jeans turned dark. This guy was pissing himself wet! Unbelievable, how 
much a girl can degrade a proud male! This Turk macho was crying uncontrollably 
and begging Amber to stop! 
Another jeanser soldier wasn't better off: Convinced of his male superiority, he 
had regardless attacked one of these chicks. But, she used her left-hand fingers 
to peck into his eyes. Thus blinded the male cupped his eyes with his hands. She 
used his disorientation to throw him down. Then, she sat on him so that he 
couldn't break out. She sat on his breast face to his groin so that he couldn't 
see what she was doing, but she had her target under control. Her hand traveled 
down to where the treasures of his masculinity bulged in his tight-fitting LEVIS 
jeans. She immediately found what she was looking for and her hand tightened 
around the precious prey. Not hesitating, she gripped down on each ball hard. 
"aaaaaAAAHHHHH" he moaned. "What's the matter strong boy... bitch got your 
balls?" The helpless Turk fighter just lay there as she worked over his 
meatballs. The girl opened his jeans to have better access. The thin fabric of 
his nylon shorts molded his well-equipped package. She took now both hands, 
folded her fingers like she was preying around one lone ball and applied a 
squeezing hold. The boy was in trouble, but it didn't look like his manhood was 
about to be crushed by the young girl. Anna increased her efforts to get him to 
yell or moan. Just then I heard a scream like I had never heard before. A scream 
that would most likely wake the dead. The proud Turk macho screamed from the top 
of his lungs! I saw the wet sparkling of his dark-blue nylon shorts and knew 
what had happened: His last boy-cream flew from his popped balls ...
Up to now, my boyfriend and me had just been amazed observers. But now, we 
decided to support these chicks and attacked these wild boys from behind. Each 
of us got 2 teen jeansers by their crotches. Thus, we had 8 balls under control, 
who's 4 owners convulsed in pain! 
The boys were surprised by our sudden assault so that they couldn't prevent our 
hands from sliding in between their legs. My boyfriend and me immediately found 
what we were looking for. I even taunted my victims: "It's good that you Arabs 
are this well-hung. So I don't need to waste time to search some tiny ballsies! 
But soon, you will feel that is not always good to have a big package!" And now, 
we squeezed the trapped nut-sacks merciless. Immediately, the boys were dizzy 
with nausea. Even through the jeans, I felt how the underwear of these fighters 
soaked with droplets from their cocks which I literally squeezed out of their 
tender sacks like from a sponge. But the moisture I felt, didn't make me stop 
squeezing! Finally, the proud warriors broke down, even unable to cry.
After only some minutes, all jeansers were under our control. We stripped them 
naked. The young girls, that were not members of our Gang by now, immediately 
joined us. Proudly they put on their first captured jeans and underwear while 
the Turks gazed in horror as the girls were posing in their smelly and stain-
sparkled briefs.
Later, I had to train these new recruits, and of course, they asked me a lot of 
questions: 
- "To hurt a man the most, is it best to bust him from the front (standing, legs 
spread) or behind (with his balls hanging down)?" - "Well," I answered, "I have 
noticed the best is in a bear hug from the front while pumping my knee into his 
basket. With his arms pinned he is at your mercy for survival." The next girl 
asked:
- "What do you do if he wears a cup underneath his jeans?" - "Many guys just 
have a jockstrap with the cups, no further underwear. So what I did 
successfully, was to rip through the button fly and to slip my fingers inside 
his cup. Here you can trap and crush the orbs from within! Last week, for 
instance, after wrestling around on the ground a while, an opponent was in a 
position where I could shove my hand down the front of his jeans. Play dirty! 
His sweaty balls were small and I trapped them in a nut claw. He froze and 
looked scared! He started offending me hoping that making me pissed off would 
work. I sat there smiling as I ground his gonads in my palm. He then started 
begging!"
- "Describe the quickest  and most effective bust you ever gave to a guy." - "Oh 
yes, a nice memory: It was a single karate chop to an unprotected right nut. 
Actually I thought he had a cup and that my attack was in vain, but it worked 
out pretty good. My chop landed square on the ball and crushed it into the 
corner where the leg meets the groin. The fight was immediately over and the 
guy's nut swelled up to 2-3 times stretching his sac around it."
- "Did you ever get in a situation where you had to surrender, because you 
couldn't stand the pain anymore?"  - "Unfortunately yes: A jeanser was able to 
slip his hands through the zip into my jeans and to apply a vicious cunt claw. 
His fingers even entered my slit to apply direct pressure, and his over hand 
worked on my tit! I almost passed out as he demanded surrender. Another well-
working tactic to finish a girl, is to a fist-cuff against her tits and a knee 
to her groin."
- "Has a boy ever been sexually excited when you fought against him?" - "Oh yes, 
many! Especially if you succeed to press his head between you legs so that he 
has to smell your pussy, some boys even cum during a fight! For instance two 
days ago while wrestling with a young jeanser without cup: I had almost finished 
the boy by a couple of kicks, punches or directly squeezes. I opened his zip and 
slipped my hand inside for "the kill". I was pretty surprised to feel his wet 
nylon shorts and the thick sperm in it!"
- "Is it true that a boy can even die after a groin kick, and what is the worst 
what can happen to a girl after a groin-kick?" - "A groin kick can be fetal for 
a boy, if his balls are completely smashed (popped) so that sperms can enter his 
blood-circulation. But faster than this poisoning, mostly the brain-chock acts 
so that the brain loses control over vital functions as heart-beat and breathing 
due to the intensive pain. Even if a groin-kick can also send a girl howling to 
the ground, it will rarely leave a permanent damage since her tender organs are 
sheltered inside her body. It can happen that a girl's cunt-lips will swell and 
hurt for some days after a pussy-stomp, but mostly not more."