The Vixens vs. The Raiders  pt. 1
By Boybeater, boybeater@luukku.com
Gangs of girls and boys turn suburbs into a battleground of gender wars.


Zach was scared and exhausted. The soil stank of oil and metal and there was a
taste of blood in his mouth. He lay on his back, four girls advancing
ominously. He wanted to run but he was too much in pain. A teen girl had just
beaten him in a fight.

Yesterday he wouldn't have believed any of it. It all began as his 12-year old
brother Steve came to his room and revealed their neighbourhood's dark secret,
something Zach was totally unaware of. According to his brother there was an
ugly power struggle between two clubs or gangs. A year ago a few girls had
founded a club called the Vixens. Vixen's activities basically included
hanging around a tree house in nearby woods, sharing secrets and skipping
rope. A few boys saw a great opportunity for mischief and founded a club
called Raiders, a well picked name as it pretty much revealed their main
activities: making trouble and harassing the girls. Things had gotten out of
hand recently after a few raids to the girls clubhouse and finally it's
complete destruction by the boys. To Raiders' surprise this didn't crush the
Vixens. Instead it led to retaliations and violent encounters between the
gangs. To the boys' ultimate awe the Vixens had gained an upper hand in these
fights.

Steve talked fast and out of breath. Zach couldn't believe what he was
hearing.

"Stop bullshitting me, bro. Are you trying to tell that you and your friends
are getting your asses kicked by schoolgirls? Come on, really," Zach said.

"They are not just nice little schoolgirls. They are organized, they are
strong and...and very cruel. We don't get it. The boys are supposed to be a
lot stronger. And some of the girls...well...they are evil, Zach."

"Yeah right. If I heard that my own brother got his ass kicked by a chit of a
girl I'd be pretty embarrassed. That's just not possible. The whole idea is
plain crazy." Zach was getting fed up with his brother's weird tales.

"I'm telling you this because you must help me. Help us. They've beaten up
some of my friends, sure. And how they do it...they fight dirty, without
honour. You know."

Zach was flabbergasted: "No, I really don't know what the hell you're mumbling
about, stupid."

"They ambush us, take us by numbers, and then...they know our weak points.
They always aim for the balls. And we keep losing. The worst part is their new
strategy, taking slaves and blackmailing them. We are losing troops."

Zach couldn't take it anymore and burst out in laughter. "Slaves? Blackmail?
Are you doing drugs or something?"

"Please listen to me," Steve pleaded. "Please, just for one minute. After we
destroyed their tree house everything changed. They have new base behind the
woods, in those abandoned storage buildings. They take their prisoners there,
I've heard rumours. Boys who have been there don't like to talk about it. I've
heard about "Interrogation Room" and "Play Room", humiliation and torture.
They have ways of making boys say stupid things like "girls rule and boys
drool" and submitting themselves as their slaves. They even record these
submissions and take humiliating photos. Then they use these recordings to
control the boys, threading to spread those photos around school. The boys
that have came back from their base don't dare to take part in our
operations."

Suddenly Steve broke in tears. "Maybe this will make you believe me," Zack
said and took his shirt off. His chest had bruises and fresh scars. "These
were made by Brenda, the kid who lives down our street. She branded me after
beating me up, as they call it."

After Steve's breakdown and the evidence he had shown Zach had to take him a
bit more seriously. "Ok, so these little bitches are giving you and your wimp
friends a hard time and have seriously gone too far. Why are you telling this
to me? Can I help? Boys don't cry Steve. For heavens sake, come down. How can
I help?"

Steve stopped sobbing. "Thanks bro! I knew we could count on you. You're much
stronger than any of us boys so the girls wouldn't dare to attack you. We
managed to beat up four girls in an ambush yesterday and found these keys on
them."

He gave Zack a small ring of keys.

"After roughing up the bitches they confirmed that these are keys to their
base. My friends have told me that they keep the submission recordings, photos
and personal diaries in a large pink cash box in the Play Room. Stealing these
items would free their slaves and we could take their base apart again", Steve
explained.

"So you want me to use my Friday night covering up your loser friends tracks?"

"I promise I'll make it up to you. And there shouldn't be anyone at this time
of night, just steal the cash box."

"I wouldn't mind giving those little feminists a little spanking while I'm at
it." The boys laughed.

After discussing the situation in greater detail and learning more horrible
things about the boys' plight Zack got ready for the task. He put on black
jeans and black t-shirt and told their parents that he was going to a friend's
place. Instead of Ron's he headed to the Vixens' base. Gruesome stories echoed
in his mind as walked through the dusky forest. Helplessly tied boys tortured
by gleeful girls, slavery, initiations. Was any of this true?

Zach reached the Vixens base at half nine. Vixens had taken over a huge
storage building, it was easy to recognize from a pink flag with the gang's
name on. The flag was stapled to a door that was closed with a pad lock. It
was silent. After a few tries the lock snapped open and Zach entered the dark
hallway. He sensed danger as the first whiffs of Tommy Girl caught his nose
but it was too late: too strong kicks hit his thigh and rib, sending him back
to the yard. They had been waiting for him.

All of the four young girls stood almost as tall as he, around 175 cm. Three
blondes and one brunette, plain looking girls in jeans and tops.

"You're in big trouble now, boy!" barked one of the blondes. "He's mine,
sisters," She yelled and attacked the surprised boy. The blond sent another
strong kick that almost caught his abdomen. He answered with a few good
punches at her stomach. The punches hit her with force. The girl let out a cry
and fell on her back in the dirt.

"That's what you get for messing with boys, bitch. There's plenty more where
that came from."

But the girl was everything but finished. She got on her feet and took a
fighter's stance. "I'll teach you a few things about messing with girls.
You'll regret your attack when I'm through with you," she gnarled. She made a
quick dash at him and sidestepped his defensive kick easily, hitting him hard
with her elbow which connected with his side painfully. Zach was winded by the
sharp blow and retreated a few steps to gain his breath. The girl didn't give
him the opportunity though. She moved fast and got a powerful kick through,
this time right in the target: his groin. Zach let out a terrible cry and went
down like a sack of potatoes. The boy was on his knees now, nursing his balls
in shock. The pain was paralyzing. Blonde vixen took another kick in the
middle of his chest, knocking him over on his back. Rest was more like
butchery than fighting: a few strategic stomps in his stomach and inner thighs
rendered the bigger boy completely helpless. After the cobwebs started to
disappear Zach saw the blonde standing over him, firmly pressing her sneaker
covered foot on his throat, cutting off his breath. He took his hands from his
balls and grabbed her foot, trying to move it. It was useless. He heard girls
giggle and felt an overpowering grip pulling his wrists back behind his head
while the blonde girl sat on his thighs. The four girls acted fast and with
routine like certainty. Zach found himself in a totally helpless condition:
the brunette was behind him, now kneeling on his hands and keeping them
immobile. The blonde straddled his thighs and was pulling the waist of his
jeans down with a scary giggle. Two other blondes stood beside him, seemingly
enjoying his suffering.

"Remember what I said, little boy? I promised you'd regret your stupid
resistance and regret you will." She slid her hand in his briefs and grabbed
his aching testicles, kneading them in her hand.

Zack screamed like never before in his life. Girl's fingers sent pain all
through his body as she kept tightening and loosening her grip rhythmically.
"You fucking bitch," he cried, "I'll fucking kill you!"

"Oh, did you hear that girls? The big boy is going to hurt us." She pulled his
genitals roughly from his briefs up toward his stomach and raised a fist. "Say
goodbye to your precious balls, man child," she said and brought her clenched
fist right on his genitals with a stunning effect. Zack let a high pitched
scream and almost blacked out but the brunette behind him kept him conscious
by roughly slapping his face.

"Oh no, handsome, we won't let you go that easily," she giggled. Her long,
straight hair hung on his face. Zack noticed now that she was very pretty. The
girl smiled at him but there wasn't a bit of compassion or warmth in her
expression but something strange that made the boy feel very angry, scared and
uneasy at the same time.

The blonde that had beaten him interrupted his thoughts by fondling his sore
balls. "Say girls, these are definitely the biggest, juiciest ballsies I've
ever laid my eyes on." She examined them closely, holding them gently in her
hand. "Much juicier than those little guys'." Comment made Zack feel sick and
angry, thinking about all the younger males this sadistic girl had tortured.
"Do you remember what you said just fifteen minutes ago, the nonsense about
girls being weaker than boys? I promised to teach you something about boys and
girls, and if you haven't figured it out yet I must make myself very clear."
She giggled ominously. "See, this beautiful male body you were so sure of is
so much weaker than a female's. I'll demonstrate." She took Zack's left
testicle between her thumb and index finger and pulled it up painfully
stretching his sack. "Cry, boy," she whispered gently and added some pressure.
Zack couldn't help it, the pain was too much. He began to sob. "And now beg,
boy, beg me to stop," the blonde ordered sternly and Zack begged.

"Please, please stop hurting me. I beg you. Please, please, anything, I'll do
anything you want..." he sobbed humiliated and helpless. All four girls around
him burst in laughter and the blonde eased her grip.

"Weak and vulnerable, aren't you?" The blonde continued rhetorically. "Now
submit to me. To us. Kiss our feet, Zack. Oh yes, we know who you are. I'm
mistress Amber. The girl who's holding your arms is mistress Rachel. The girl
on your left is mistress Caroline and the one on your right is mistress
Brenda. Now, submit."

Amber let his swollen testicle drop back between his thighs. She rose up as
did the brunette behind him, Rachel. His hands were numb and tingly. He kissed
their sneakers and kept repeating "I submit," sobbing to himself. He couldn't
believe what he was saying. "This is only temporary, a tactical retreat," he
thought to himself.

The girls herded him inside their base. Suddenly it all felt like war, he was
a prisoner of war. "A gender war," he thought to himself as the girls giggled
and shoved him deeper into their lair. They stripped him to his white briefs
and tied his wrists behind his back with a skipping rope before throwing him
in a small dark room.

"Sleep well, tomorrow is your big day. You'll get a fair chance to regain your
freedom, all you have to do is to beat a novice girl. Don't worry about your
parents, they've been notified that youre sleeping over at Ron's," another
blonde said, holding a cellular phone. To his horror he now recognized her: it
was Brenda, the same girl who had beaten up her brother. "Yes, he's our slave
too. Tomorrow will show whether you will be ours as well. I hope you give as
good foot rubs as your little brother. I got to give it to him, it took me
almost half an hour in the Interrogation Room before he obeyed to trick you
here. "So sleep tight. And don't let the bed bugs bite," she said while
turning off the lights, leaving him lying on his stomach in deep darkness,
humiliated, betrayed and very afraid.