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 am 28, and since that humiliating defeat, I had never seen one of my Amazon mates again. I have changed to another city and meanwhile, I have finished my studies for teacher's profession and now I work 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)! In the last months, the fights became pretty tough so that both sides lost fighters in deadly encounters (8), so that it was best to find back to less fatal combat techniques.
The jeanser majors and colonels of the different battalions reported to the general – the highest leader of the jeanser army – the wins and losses of last week: “... Sure, General, we also could also overwhelm Amazon troops and capture some equipment and uniforms. But in the balance, we have lost nearly 80 complete uniforms, including protective cups and underwear. But at least, most of the wearers came back alive and uncracked.” The general was surprised: “We lost protective cups to the Amazons?! This must not happen! We don’t have enough to equip our men, and it’s difficult to get new ones. Additionally, the girls can use them against us! But I'm sure we could also collect some cups from overwhelmed Amazon troops?!” – “Yes, Sir, but some only, the balance was negative after all. Since many girls wear female groin guards, we have also captured some of these pussy protectors, but they are useless.” – “Useless?! Why?! Can’t we distribute them among our men?! It would surely encourage them to wear captured female equipment!” – “But Sir, these pussy guards are completely adapted to the female anatomy, they don’t have a cavity for the nut-sack and cannot protect the balls!” – The general insisted: “Are you sure? Did we test this?” – “Sir, in the past, we have even send out boys wearing these vicious slit protectors. They cover the cock but not the balls. Even if you put the balls somehow underneath the guard, the felt safety is lying: A kick to the groin smashes the balls between pelvic bone and guard! We have lost some fighters this way. They howled sobbingly on the ground and became an easy prey for the victorious Amazons!” – “OK, OK, I see you are right. That about the balance of men?”
Another major replied: “Our troops lost 5 killed warriors and another 15 left us after one of their balls was cracked. Now, these guys are afraid to lose their virility completely and stopped fighting.” – “They got one ball smashed?! How?!” – “Well, Sir, most of them in normal fights. But a troop of 5 men got into an Amazon ambush and was captured. As the girls found that our men wore captured female thong slips underneath, they decided to hang these boys in their underwear after removing the cups. Obviously, one ball was trapped between thong and pelvic bone and since the whole body weight squeezed this ball, it didn’t take long to pop it!” – “And the killed? How did they lose their lives?” – “2 of them died in normal fights: The vicious girls stomped again and again into the heart of virility till the men died. The other 3 died by impaling as we do it sometimes with Amazon prisoners.” – “Impaling?! How was this done?! I mean, a boy has no pussy where you can slip in a pale.” - “Well, Sir, you forget the asshole. The boys died by rushing a pointed stake into their assholes. By the way, Sir, many of our men were raped by the male allied of the Amazons.”
The general went on: “OK, OK. I don’t want to go deeper into these disgusting things! And our troops were not able to hurt or kill an enemy?!” - “Of course, Sir! This week, more than 200 females and nearly 100 male enemies were raped. Additionally, we have killed 3 female enemies and 2 of their male allied. Another 7 male enemies were castrated and hopefully leave the Amazon forces!” – “By the way, why don’t we have female fighters?” – “General, the girls are our enemies! How shall they be allied with us?!” – “I don’t talk about THESE girls, but other girls. And I'm completely serious: Check the possibility to hire female fighters that could teach these male slaves of the Amazons, where their balls are! If we split the Amazon alliance, the girls would be isolated and much weaker!”
Another major continued: “The worst is that these girls do not only wear captured jeans and underwear, but even dare to run around with the protective cups of our fighters!” – “How do the girls win fights against our men if their tender spots are protected by cups?” – “Well, Sir, the girls have their techniques to crack even a cupped boy: Either they attack in majority so that one girl holds the boy down while the other cares about his tender nut-sack, or they use the female smell and allures to make our boys ‘hard’. Once they get a boner, the cups are useless.” – “But at least our younger fighters should be immune against these allures!” – “Especially the youngsters immediately become easy victims of the smelling agent! General, I don’t need to remind you, how horny an 18-year-old boy is and how quickly he gets a hard-on, do I?!” – “No, of course not. You are right. Thus, there is only one chance: We need female fighters!”
Only some weeks after this conference, the jeansers hired mainly Asian and Black girls – mostly immigrants from poor countries. They had common training lessons in which jeansers and their new female allied learnt to fight against each other. Hidden in bushes or close to the walls of the gym halls, we observed these lessons and were thus well informed about the strength of the jeanser troops. We felt a deep hate against the girls collaborating with the jeansers. Therefore we didn’t call them girls or women but just slatterns, jeanser bitches or slit pissers. Their uniforms were equal to those of the jeansers (nylon shorts + jeans), just that they wore black instead of blue jeans, because WE already wore (captured) blue jeans! Since the jeansers had captured many breast and groin guards from us for which they had no use by now, many slit pissers were equipped with pussy and tit protectors. But unlike us, they never had male protective cups.
During the first fights already, it turned out that these jeanser bitches were highly motivated and tough fighters. That day, I ordered a troop of nearly 20 girls and maybe 5 sport-guys when we were attacked by a unit of jeanser boys accompanied by slit pissers:
I saw one of my girls – Amanda – fail in a close fight against a jeanser bitch: The enemy girl had brought Amanda down, so that she was lying on her back with her legs spread apart. This slit pisser flashed a wicked smile, jumped in the air and brought her knee down right on Amanda's groin. Amanda's eyes shot open as she released a painful screech. Completely finished, she rolled to her side and buried her hands between her legs. This bitch opened Amanda's jeans and now run her right hand down into Amanda's silk panties. Amanda let out a pain filled cry and reached her hands down to her opponent's wrist. But weakened from the pussy-claw, she wasn’t able to remove this slut’s hand from her panties, she was finished ...
But I couldn’t watch anymore since I was attacked now! A jeanser bitch armed with a baton stood suddenly in front of me, and I was completely unprepared for a fight! Today, I didn’t even wear a groin or breast guard, and this was right where she attacked! She drove her baton between my legs and stroke right the vital spot! Most boys attack the upper crotch, the mons veneris that is, however, not too sensitive. Sure a kick against the bush hurts, but you can keep on fighting. This beast, however, was a female herself and thus very familiar with the female anatomy. She had driven her “spear” right against the cross of both seems, against the opening of my pussy. Involuntarily, my mouth emitted a helpless “Oooh” and my hands reached down to cover the badly hurt target. To finish me, this slit pisser added powerful blows against my tits. She attacked and ... scored! Vital point! I was only dead meat and howling slid to ground. My mates – male and female – were in a similar deplorable situation as me!
After we all were under control of the jeansers and their allied females, our opponents started to undress us. Feeling the power of victory and seeing us beautiful girls more and more naked, the cups quickly became too small for the growing cocks of the jeansers, and soon, the raping began:
One of the boys pulled out an electric razor of his bag. He moved to one of my captured mates and slid off her jeans and panties. He turned the razor on and within a few seconds, had the girl's crotch completely shaved. As he mentioned in front of his giggling mates, he didn’t feel turned on if a girl had pubic hairs! But now, he had no hesitation to rape her intensively! After bumping her pussy to his complete satisfaction, one of his mates took over. The poor girl was screaming at the top of her lungs when the jeanser apparently rammed his cock into her ass! He even teased her: “Now you can feel how it hurts if you fucking bitches always screw our assholes by carrots and cucumbers after a fight!” Despite her pain and hopeless situation, the girl grinned at the imagination, how often she had done this and worse things to captured boys and how their tight, virgin cunts had cried in agony, while a big cucumber had screwed up its' path in the boy’s rectum!
I had already been raped by some men, and encouraged by the jeansers, now even the slit pissers started to have interest in me and my girls. I was stripped naked and held by two boys, while the leading slit pisser approached me. I couldn’t see her exactly since I was pressed with my head on a table. She reached down and took my panties that were still on the ground. She sniffed on the most female spot and mocked: “Hmmm, seems you are already wet and full of lust. Our boys surely bumped you well!” Now she reached down again and seemed to be stepping into something. As she brought it up to her waist, and stepped in front of me, I could see these were dildo pants! It was obscene on her. A huge cock stood obliquely away from her body. Horror struck me as I realised what she had in mind. Of course, I had already used two-sided dildo pants to rape overwhelmed men, and I had always enjoyed their high-pitch shrieks, while I bumped and ground their ass-pussies, so I knew it would hurt! This jeanser-bitch could easily turn me to a whimpering wreck just screwing my pussy and asshole!
With a grin, she ordered the boys to turn me around so that she could look into my face while she would rape me! “OK, strong Amazon”, she mocked, “you surely want to feel a rock-hard cock into your wet cunt, don’t ya?! Spread and raise your legs up!” Of course, I tried to prevent, but the strong boys simply forced my legs into the desired position. I was now in a very awkward position. My asshole and pussy were completely exposed, totally vulnerable. The slit pisser positioned between my legs that were still forced apart by a boy.
Merciless, she started to work her dildo into my ass. She was breathing harder and sweating. She was straining to go faster, with shorter strokes. She started to moan, not from being tired, but from pleasure! She was actually enjoying this and getting a sexual turn on. My ass felt totally invaded and somehow not in my possession anymore. Her moaning increased and her rhythm increases yet again. The pressure in my ass as she thrust in was enormous; it felt like my inside was being pulled out as she pulled out. My whole genital area was sensitised and tingle. The slit pisser however, was straining at her limits to fuck my ass faster as she was starting to let out shrieks of pleasure. In a few seconds she thrust her dildo deep inside me and held totally still, her back arched, her face tense with ecstasy. She screamed as her orgasm struck.
The powerful support the jeansers had now, was a real horror for us: We didn’t even dare to go out of our camps in smaller troops or without protectors for the most tender organs. Only some days after the first encounter with these slit pissers, I had to learn that you should never wear a thong slip underneath the groin guard: My female opponent and me, we both wore complete uniforms including tit and slit protector. We encircled each other and threw some blows against the other’s tits and groin without visible success. Suddenly, this slit pisser approached me, grabbed my G-string and tugged it roughly upward! Since the G-string was closer to my delicate pussy than the protector, it cut like a knife into my slit. After some painful seconds, I surrendered.
My boyfriend was not better off: A young recruit jeanser bitch had his tender nut-sack under control, while he lay on the ground completely helpless. She roughly squeezed his balls, and from his high pitch screams I concluded that at least one of his balls was about to be popped. The slit pisser was in total control since my boyfriend was unable to do anything against her armored slit and tits. I looked around, and all our men and girls were overwhelmed and in a hopeless situation. By torture they were forced to tell secrets.
The jeanser bitch who had captured me, ordered me to tell anything about my unit, its’ strength and so on. I just answered: “You can’t frighten or hurt me, because I don’t have balls like these male weaklings!” But I was deadly wrong! Being females themselves, these slits even knew ways to make a girl talk. They put me on a “Spanish Horse”. This is a triangular balk with the pointed edge upward, so that I was sitting as on the edge of a knife! To increase my suffering, they hanged some weights on my legs so that my pussy was even more stressed! It didn't take long and I was ready to tell anything.
Finally, one of my male mates (a sports-guy) and me, we were forced to fight against each other: To be motivated, we were told that the looser would be exposed to severe torture. We both just wore a groin guard: He wore a cup + jockstrap combination and I had to I slip in a pussy-guard and nothing else. So we both just wore a jockstrap-like protector that left even our assholes free. Now we stood opposite of each other. The fight started very soft and non-aggressive: My comrade stood in front of me. To win, I had to put is protector out of work! Since he didn’t hinder me, I embraced him and started to rub up the lower part of his leg with my foot until I reached the bottom of his cup, and I lightly pressed against it. Surely, his erecting cock was already starting to hurt from being compressed in the cup! After pressing on his dick and balls some more inside the cup, I brought my foot back and started to lightly kick against his cup.
Obviously, kicking his cup made his cock even harder and the head started to peek out behind the edge. As I noticed this, I proceeded to squash to bottom part of the cup, which started to smash his tender balls. I thought that he is well-prepared now, and I reached over and slowly pulled the cup down to his ankles. So I could fondle and bounce his balls. At the same time, I made him pull his legs apart. Suddenly, I asked if he was ready for some pain. Before this jerk could answer, I swung my foot and kicked him square under the nut sack so that his dick bounced straight up in the air. The helpless fighter fell to ground and formed a roll in foetal position. I had reduced him to a wimpering wreck! No doubt who had won the fight!