My life in a Gang - The Story goes on (8)! 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, even though also the jeansers were sometimes successful (parts 5, 6 and 7)! 8. Bloody Encounters During the fights between our troops and the jeansers, many of our girls were captured and brought away by the victorious men. One day, I was still a corporal and led a sub-unit of 4 girls in a company of nearly 20 girls and 20 allied sport-guys, we were overwhelmed and captured. We lost our complete equipment - jeans, underwear, male cups and female groin protectors - to our enemies. Our male allied were forced to screw our girls, probably to split our alliance. Afterwards, we had to stand naked with widely spread legs, our hands fold behind the necks. So we stood here: naked, raped, humiliated and our vulnerable pussies completely exposed for our opponents. Some jeansers obviously got a hard-on from this hot sight. Even some cups were visibly displaced by the bulging cocks. Our allied sport-guys were in the same position as we: They also stood with spread legs so that their tender nut-sacks dangled unprotected. But except some kicks against their male packages, they didn't receive so much attention from the jeansers as we girls did. While our male allied were left behind naked and moaning in pain from the nut-cracking stomps, we girls were brought into a jeanser recruit training camp, .Here we were kept in a cage to serve as sparring partners for the young men. We were naked except our bras for that the boys had no use. But all other clothing - T-shirts, jeans, but especially our worn underwear - had been taken by the jeansers. 10 male recruits lead by 2 privates and a corporal came into our cage to grab and screw some of our girls. They had electric shockers and so called "Hot dogs" - heated dildos to burn a girl's slit to torture her, making her unable to fight for some days or weeks and frigid for the rest of her life. But we wouldn't allow them to take our girls! According to my rang (that was still recognizable from steel-blue color of my silk bra), I was attacked by a private. He was somewhat stronger than me and could throw me down so that I laid on the ground with him standing above me, his legs slightly spread. I didn't hesitate to stomp upward into his tender lust-center. I thought that it wouldn't have much effect since he surely wore a cup, but better than to do nothing. For luck I was wrong; he didn't have a cup! His motion stopped immediately, and his arrogant grin changed into an expression of pain. Like I always teach our girls in the gym-lessons, I fired two further stomps into his most male spot. He was completely paralyzed, broke down and couldn't defend anymore! My friend Anna fought against a jeanser-soldier. Obviously, he was stupid enough to fight without groin-protection as well! Anna paralyzed him for some seconds by sending her fist into his unprotected balls that bulged alluringly in his tight jeans. Then, she grabbed his left nut and proceeded to apply her own version of the ball vice. She closed her fingers more and more, and she even sank her thumb down into the trapped fruit. That surely got the boy's attention as he bucked and twisted in pain from the pressure. Some more seconds of incredible pain, and he passed out cold. Another boy was rendered helpless by means of his own electric shocker! One girl dragged him down, while another wound the shocker off his hand. Then she forced his legs apart, sat in between and tested the electric shocker on his groin! It was as if a thunder had struck his vulnerable package, and he was felled like an oak tree! He finished losing the content of his bladder. Personally speaking, even I as a girl with a comparably less sensitive crotch had already felt how powerful is an electric shock at the groin! That time, I just wore jeans and underwear, no groin- guard underneath. The electric attack caught me completely off guard, so that I whaled helplessly on the ground, my crotch burning like fire. And for this boy it must be even much worse. Unclear, how these teens could even venture to attack us without wearing cups! Maybe, they underestimated us because we were naked and looked so vulnerable. But in fact, it was them, who is vulnerable! Boy by boy, our attackers were overwhelmed! Thanks to our clear majority in number, we could even bring down those with cups. We stripped the helpless boys and spread the precious uniforms - among them nylon shorts and smelly cup-jockstrap-combinations - among our female fighters. Many boys wearing cups just had them pushed into their very tight nylon shorts. After taking his cup away, one boy was forced to put on his teen-size shorts without the cup: "No, it's much too tight without cup!" - "Put it on or I'll crack your balls!" The victorious girl "helped" him into his shorts. Then she laid him down and forced his legs apart till they were completely straddled. The shorts were so tight in the crotch that they flattened his balls, and his crotch looked as if he was a girl! He shrieked in pain and his eyes already started to roll back as she finally released him. She deliberated him from the teenager shorts which were too tight even for her! Another very slim recruit was brought down and undressed by two of our girls. Underneath his jeans he wore a black jockstrap + cup, according to his rang. On his jockstrap, "XXS" was written in big letters. The girls mocked that this is surely related to the size of his cock! "No, you dirty slattern, it's just my waist size! My cock-size is XXL!" The girls stripped his jockstrap + cup down and one of them shouted disappointed: "I knew that the scripture doesn't lie! XXS is his cock- size!" To torture the boys, I proposed to test the "Hot dogs" on these boys! Thus we rammed the hot sausages into the boys' assholes! They howled in pain as their virgin cunts got widened and burnt! A typical time to burn a girl's cunt was 10 sec. So I thought, 30 sec should be great to grill a boy's pussy. The boy, I had finished was screaming at the top of his lungs and pressed his hands deeply between his legs and whined: "You dirty slit, you burnt my asshole!" - "I would call it your 'boy- pussy', and these 'Hot dogs' are meant to burn a pussy, ain't they? I recommend you not to let your mates screw you too often these days. And avoid the toilet!", I just mocked. The girls around me giggled! Of course, we stripped our victims and put their uniforms on. Since all the other jeansers were out of the camp, there was nobody to prevent us from going home. At first, we plundered the weapon and uniform chamber so that all our girls were best equipped again. Then, we walked back to our camp, taking the captured boys with us. The jeansers had founded elite-units, well trained fighters, all of them equipped with daggers, groin-cups and body-armor as you know from martial arts. These well-protected boys caused us more and more difficulties. Especially our young girls didn't find the right way to fight against them. The first idea to solve this problem was a harsh one: We introduced shepherd-dogs that could crack every plastic cup with their powerful teeth. Our dogs were well-trained. We had beaten them with captured male underwear so that they memorized this typical male crotch smell and combined it with aggression. Thus they perfectly knew, WHERE to attack! Once we were attacked by a troop of rough elite-jeansers, most of them teen fighters from 17 to 20 years. Immediately, we released our dogs with the order "Chase!" The dogs quickly reached the fleeing boys, threw them down and snapped for their groins in which the plastic cups bulged prominently. The boys were paralyzed with panic and fear, waiting for the deadly crack! But our dogs were trained enough not to crack the cups without our order. I ordered the boys to surrender, and most did in their despair. Just one boy took a knife to kill the dog. But I was faster: "Hazan, crack!", I shouted, and Hazan's massive molars ground the cup and the teen boyhood inside! The boy shrieked like a girl as splinters of his broken plastic cup and the pointed teeth of the dog spiked his virility! Of course, he had no chance to survive this fight! At this sight, all the other hesitating boys quickly surrendered. Maybe our dogs were disappointed that they didn't get a nice bite of tender eggs, but we were happy to capture some prisoners plus their intact jeans and nut-shells! But not only we, even the jeansers fought tougher and more cruelly in the last time: Together with more than 100 fighters I had fallen into the hands of the jeansers, among us nearly 20 male allied. Our boys were sorted out. They could keep their uniforms - in which the jeansers didn't seem to have much interest - just the cups had to be put off. Then they had to lay on the back. The jeansers took legs of their prisoners, straddled them and cruelly stomped in between. Some jeansers even used truncheons to crack our boys. Cruelly, a truncheon whacked with supreme accuracy into each testicle. If a sport-guy shifted around to try and distribute the pain, a jeanser expertly readjusted his aim, so that he concentrated at least two to three hits into the same testicle. After these nut-cracking stomps, our boys weltered on the ground crazy with pain. Many even lost the ability to control the bladder and found themselves in a puddle of their own piss! Now we women had to strip. We had to be completely naked, we just could keep our bras (for which the boys had no use anyway) to recognize our ranks. As usually, we had to form a row, spread our legs and to fold our hands behind our necks. To transport us to their camp, the jeansers had a new and pervert idea: They used a ladder from which they had dismounted one part so that the rungs were only fixed at one side. Two men pushed the ladder into the row between our legs. Now, they dragged the ladder with the pointed rungs upward and forced each rung accurately into the slit of each girl! Our males were left behind unconsciously, many of them in a puddle of their own piss. But we girls were led to the jeanser training camp, where our punishment should take place. With the rung pointing at my vagina, I could hardly walk, not to think of breaking out. The pain was nearly unbearable, and from the pussies of some of my mates, blood was drooling down the rung. Our jeanser-wards grinned and giggled at this sight. The punishment was the impaling of 7 of our girls! It was the first time since the reestablishment of our gang that a girl died. Though, some jeanser boys had already lost their lives, but this accidentally when their balls were smashed in a fair fight. But the purposely killing of an enemy who had surrendered was something new. It was a cruel ceremony in which the cunts of our girls were slashed by a big sword. All jeansers cheered while we girls became more and more shocked and powerless. Finally, we were so uncourageous and silent that the jeanser-leader decided to leave only 20 male wards for us 80 girls. Obviously, we gave him the impression that this was enough. The bulk of the jeansers went off to celebrate the evening on another place - after raping us intensively, of course! The male wards that stayed here, were equipped with daggers - just in case, as they announced! From the shape of the bulges in their jeans we saw that only some of them had protective cups while most wore their precious stones unprotected and some even had raging hard-ons! As officers, we encouraged our naked mates of lower rank by highlighting the weak number of jeanser wards. At the order of our chief, we started a sortie. Our wards were completely surprised by the unexpected attack! Outnumbering them completely, we easily brought the boys down and wound the weapons off their hands. These daggers meant to slash a girl's slit, were now used to slaughter the masculinity of growing men! Our officers shouted: "Don't damage their jeans and underwear! Strip them at first!" But nevertheless, some daggers rushed through precious uniforms before they reached their male targets! Only one boy managed to drive his knife into the exposed, naked pussy of a girl. But only seconds later, his protective cup was stripped down and he received the merciful death from a beautiful female fighter who slaughtered and sacrificed his virility! We broke some metal batons out of the surrounding iron bars and used them as spears against the attacking jeansers. Merciless, we drove the hard, pointed metal spears into the partly unprotected soft parts of our enemies. One of us even managed to drive her spear through the plastic cup of a boy: Another girl already had brought him down to the ground and the spear-girl stood above him. With a shriek of power, she rushed the weapon downward, bursting through the protective plastic cup and turning its' content into a bloody pulp! Thus, the resistance of the inexperienced rookies and jeanser soldiers was quickly broken. The 3 officers (a corporal, a sergeant and a lieutenant) of maybe 20 to 26 years age had fallen unhurt into our hands. After stripping them naked, we decided to give them the honor to be impaled, as they had done with our girls. Thus, we forced them to go into the dog position. A harsh nut-claw on their packages prevented them from breaking out. Merciless, we drove our metal spears into their exposed assholes! To be bumped and ground was at first only unpleasant and humiliating for them, but as soon as the spear had slashed the intestines and the first blood rushed off their assholes, it was clear that it was a deadly encounter for them! We drove the spears deeper and deeper into our victims and didn't stop before we had their inner organs destroyed and more and more blood run out of their cunts. The balance of the fight: 15 jeansers - among them the 3 officers - were killed and lay in a puddle of their blood (partly speared, partly impaled, partly killed by daggers). The other 10 males were unconscious and no threat for us anymore. Some of them had been castrated in the fight, mostly by stomping their nut-sacks. Since we had no need for them, we decided to leave them here and to make "boy-parcels" of them: Always two men had had to form a couple and to lay down in a 69-position, so that the face of one boy was in the naked crotch of his mate. I ordered: "And now, suck the cock of your comrade! The boy who is the last to cum and his sucker will lose their nut-sacks!" It was as if I had started a competition: Each boy eagerly gave his mate a blow-job, and only minutes later, the cream of each boy shot into the expecting mouth or face of another male fighter! It was funny that even the already castrated guys tried their best, despite the enormous pain from their cracked nuts! - Afterwards we bound the young men in this humiliating position. When their mates would return, they would find a nice mess: Their proud fighters either killed cruelly or reduced to cock-suckers with their faces full of boy-cream, the officers impaled by an iron spear in their assholes and the captive chicks flew out! Wearing the captured uniforms and cups, we went away.