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 (9). With the introduction of female bataillons, the jeansers were successful as never before (10). And they planned to introduce even more elite units!
In the last months, a shift was to be observed: While formerly the fights were men against women, now segregation according to race and origin occurred. It had already started with our alliance with the sport-guys and was enforced by the recruitment of females by the jeansers. These girls fighting for the jeansers were mainly immigrants from poor countries, often Africans or Asians, and also the jeanser men composed now more and more of Blacks, Arabs and Turkish. The members of our girl gang and the sport-guys, however, were mainly white and of middle-class-origin, often college boys and girls. The jeansers were real machos and always proud if they could rape, hurt and violate us girls. Contrariwise, we girls were eager and proud to destroy these macho fighters. We often got orgasms seeing these muscle-loaded studs rolling around and whimpering in pain with their balls wrecked. Nothing made us prouder than holding the captured smelly briefs or jockstrap + cup of a wrecked Black or Arab stallion in our hands. Most girls had already a collection of captured male underwear, as well as most jeansers gathered the underwear of the girls they had raped.
Often jeanser troops and their allied slit pissers fell as prisoners in our hands. We quickly found that the black jeans these jeanser-bitches wore, could easily be bleached to be worn by us as blue jeans. And their tit and slit guards were a precious pray for us. Of course, our allied sport guys were allowed to rape all prisoners, no matter whether male or female. Vice versa, the jeanser bitches coloured jeans captured from us with black colour to wear them. Or they simply gave them their allied males. Underwear generally quickly changed its’ owner between us and the jeansers, between boys and girls. Many jeansers – male or female – wore our captured G-strings and silk thongs as well as we and our male allied proudly wore jeanser nylon shorts or cotton briefs, so that after some time slips, briefs, shorts and strings took all kind of male and female traces.
Besides the female support, the jeansers had introduced male elite units, for instance a troop of strong black fighters called “Black Cougars”. They were equipped with cup + jockstrap (brand name “Black Devil”), nylon shorts and jeans of course. Strong and muscled as they were, they considered themselves invincible, especially since their most tender organs were protected by extra large BLACK DEVIL groin-cups to prevent their well-equipped packages from being crushed by a too small cup. On a hot day, we had an surprising encounter with the Black Cougars that wore just nylon shorts and no jeans due to the heat. We were not well prepared for a fight. Nevertheless, we defended quite well:
Justine, a friend of mine was attacked by a black boy of approximately 24 years of age. She defended with a swift fist cuff against his nose. The boy pulled his hands up in surprise and pain. Justine used his distraction and brought her knee up hard between the boy’s legs! Amazingly, unlike his mates, he didn't seem to wear a cup, so that his face got pale and his breath whooshed out! Justine grinned in triumph and anticipation and quickly slammed her fist into his testicles and then even clawed! The iron fingers found the black boy's soft, loose balls and began to crush them. Finally, Justine let go and allowed the young man to sink to the floor. The pain had hit him hard, and he slumped onto the ground moaning. Justine watched and enjoyed as the boy dropped to the ground. It really turned her on when she brought a cute black boy down with an attack against his lust-center. Now she casually walked over to the young man, who was still on the ground. The Black Cougar tried to struggle but was not in the position to defend effectively. Justine immediately started strip down the boy's shorts.
"What are you doing?" asked Crystal, another of my girls.
"Lets see our work!" Both girls examined his balls. They were nearly double the size they normally were and were partially black and blue. "Wow, not bad. Hey, this is really fun!"
I personally was attacked by a Black Cougar of my rank (corporal). He was strong so that he could throw me down and get me under control. While I was down, he sit on my breast what sent additional shudders of pain through my tits. He fixed my arms with his muscled legs and tried to undo my jeans! But looking into my face, he couldn't find the right way to open them. Therefore he tried to turn so that he could face my crotch. During this motion he had to take his legs from my arms and thus to give them free! Plus his legs were spread offering his private parts for an attack! The bulge in his medium-blue nylon-shorts sparkled in the sunlight. I got in two solid fist-cuffs to his nuts, but of course he wore a cup. Well, since I hit the cup from behind, it jump forward unpleasantly shaking its content. The black boy moaned in anger, but was not severely weakened.
For luck, one of my young recruits came to help me: She strangled the black boy from behind and dragged him off my body. She tried to hold him down, but she was only a 18-year-old girl, while he was a 28-year-old strong young man. But before he finally could break free, I grabbed him and pressed his body on the ground. The rookie girl knew what to do: She grabbed for his sparkling nylon shorts and pulled them down. He didn't were further pants, just the “Black Devil” jockstrap with the XXL-cup inside. As she pulled it down, his semi-erect penis and a tight nut-sack were “freed”. Impressed by the size of the boy's organs, the girl forgot her task and just glanced amazed at her opponent's package!
So I had to go on here! I grabbed him around the neck of his nuts, yanked them down into his scrotum, stretching them away from his body and hammered his balls with my fist – hard!, grinding my knuckles into his nuts! The stud's mouth flew open, but only a silent scream came out followed by a soft “Ooogh”! I stood up, grabbed his both legs and fired my foot against his balls. Now he was finished, and I let him collapse to the ground in a heap of smashed testicles!
Vince -- another black fighter -- came in hard, but Jona used a move she had learned in training. She slammed her palm upwards and hard into the larger boy’s nose, catching him by surprise. Vince screamed and his head snapped back, his hands covering up his nose in pain. As Vince just stood there, Jona drove her fist against his solar plexus, driving the air off his lungs. From now on, the black man was only a witness of his own fate, but could not influence it anymore: Jona reached down and quickly reached inside his dark-blue shorts. Her hand reached underneath his “Black Devil” cup that formed a large bulge in the boy’s pants. Squeeze! Vince howled, trying to cover his busted balls and stumbling backwards. He coughed and retched, doubled up and trying to stay up, but the pain hit too hard and he fell to the ground cursing, his strength useless now. Soon he was just moaning, curled up in a fetal position. Only seconds later, Jona proudly held his nylon-shorts and his smelly cup + jockstrap hin her hands! The black fighter lay wrecked to her feet.
During this fight, I had to face a jeanser-corporal. He was somewhat younger than me, but not much, maybe 25. He turned out to be an excellent fighter. Before I could react, I heard a loud "Heeeya!" and his leg flew quickly upward towards my crotch. His kick was too quick, and I froze as I watched the large heel of his foot connect dead-center with my sensitive crotch. The thrust of his kick sent me flying backwards! Since I didn’t wear a protector, my pussy was smashed badly by the impact and force of the kick. It was a back kick that would have made Bruce Lee proud. It was quite a painful experience, but the real pain didn't settle in until I landed on the ground. I immediately began to make strange, high-pitched noises and I couldn't help but curl up in the fetal position. I felt downstairs to see what was left of my womanhood. For luck I was not bleeding, but it burned like hell and I felt nauseous. Unfortunately, he didn't give me time to recover, but came over to me. He knew how to wreck a girl, because he immediately grabbed fo my tits. He inserted his thumbs into my nipple and used his other fingers to crush my breast! By attacking the center of my breast, he made sure to get my milk glands in his grip and that will take all the fight out of any woman!
After he had finished me, he attacked one of my girls (Laura), but for luck she received support from another mate (Jennifer), and both girls together could handle him excellently: While Laura tried desperately to defend herself, Jennifer tackled him from behind so that he was hindered in his motions. With her hands around his hips, she even managed to drag his medium-blue nylon shorts down! Now, as his shorts were down to his knees (and were more a handicap than a protection), his slightly displaced medium-blue cotton briefs were the only thing to hold his cup in place. He turned sideward to attack Laura, and in this motion his briefs + cup moved a bit off his crotch and left a gap of maybe 1 cm between cup and groin. Laura didn't hesitate a second and applied the “Double Cracker” that I always show my girls in training. Her hands flew from both sides against the vulnerable gab, invaded into the interior of the cup and smashed its precious content. SMASH! She had connected with both of Bob's testicles. She felt so proud as he curled into a fetal ball at her feet, desperately clutching his swelling manhood inside his useless groin-guard and trying to inhale. This was better than she had planned. Even after this mistreatment, Laura didn't let him any time to recover: Quickly, she peeled his BLACK DEVIL cup out of his medium blue cotton briefs. Then, the swift girl grabbed both of his ankles. She stood up, lifting his legs, as he rolled flat on his face. She saw his balls heavy dangling unprotected down inside his thin cotton briefs, steadied herself and began to kick him repeatedly. The top of her foot curled neatly along the round part of his lower abdomen. Each rhythmic kick sent a fleshy 'SPLAT! sounding off of the bare walls, until her arms got tired and she dropped his legs unceremoniously. The effects of her attacks were devastating: The Black Cougar was unable to get a breath; he even lost control of his bladder and lied in a puddle of his own piss! Seconds later, the poor corporal had passed out from the intensive pain!
I had hardly recovered from the cunt-bust I had received, when I was attacked anew. It was a young black boy in the rank of a soldier. He obviously wore shorts he had captured from a girl as I could recognise from some bloody menstruation stains right between the legs. Thanks to his youth (he was hardly 21), he was quite inexperienced and I could control the situation: I could throw him down against a bank, where he laid for a second face down, dizzy from the impact. I used his distraction and jumped on him. Swiftly, I dragged his body down till his midsection reached a little barrier at the edge of the bank. His cup was hindered to slide over this barrier, but I continued to drag his body and even increased my pressure on him. I knew very well that all force I applied was now concentrated on one very spot: His perineum where his cup pressured much more than just unpleasantly, right where a girl would have her pussy! I had already tested this technique on white boys, and for a well-hung black boy it must be even worse! I noticed how his face contorted. -- I loved making him wail in agony, as his nut-sack was probably crying in pain! He doubled over as far as the bank allowed. He cried out: “Let go, you dirty slit! Or do you wanna rip off my balls?!” - “That's exactly what I was planning to do! But before, I hope, your dirty cock will leave some nice droplets as souvenir in your egg-cup!” Saying this, I continued my ride on him knowing that his tender crotch-area was already getting numb! I even started to force his abdomen in a circle-motion to worsen this boy's situation. His defense had completely disappeared, just a fading moan came from his mouth with every forced circle. When I thought that he his ripe now, I effortlessly turned his defenseless body around. I noticed that he wore his BLACK DEVIL cup loosely in the shorts. For luck the shorts had not held the cup well in place, that's why I had overcome it so easy! I simply took the cup out off his shorts. “Let me deliberate your poor ballsies from this inconvenient cup!” The guy was still only semi-conscious. His well-filled ball-sack bulged prominently in his dark-blue sparkling shorts. It was so inviting that I couldn't resist: I drove my fist into this alluring bulge! This stud curled up into a ball of sobbing, ignominiously defeated masculinity, a mass of pain, no dignity left. Completely beaten up by a girl. From his cock some “cream” drooled in his shorts adding male traces of argony to the female menstruation stains. So the souvenir was ripe and I could take his pants so that he lay there stark naked. I mocked: “I guess you don’t mind if I take your panties and cup as present for my little sister. She has the same rank as you. Of course, she already has plenty of captured male uniforms, but is always good to have something to change even if it has a strong male smell!”
Heatley, a BLACK COUGAR soldier and with 19 years probably the youngest amongst the males, was attacked by two slender girls: Since his groin was well protected by a deep cup, Kelly lashed out with her foot and caught the boy a horrific blow in the throat. Heatley staggered back, gagging, clutching his windpipe. Anne, who'd been moving in to help her friend when Heatley attacked, took the opportunity to slide her arms under his shoulders from behind and lock her hands behind his neck in a full nelson, his legs spread invitingly as he tried to keep his balance. As Anne held the boy in position, Kelly flowed into action, her fists bored into his stomach as she tore into her male adversary with controlled female fury. Heatley was weakened, but still strong. Kelly used his momentary defenselessness and tugged down his nylon shorts. Underneath she found a BLACK DEVIL jockstrap + cup in dark blue (according to his rank). Within a second, also his jockstrap was stripped down to his knees revealing his helpless virility! With a cold smile in her face, Kelly rushed her knee into the young man's balls. As Heatley's body collapsed under the girl's attack, Anne had to let go as he was too heavy for her to hold upright. Both girls started to hammer him to the ground.
The BLACK COUGAR soldier Sam attacked my friend Anne, a private by rank. His dark-blue nylon shorts bulged with his cup, and surely they would even bulge with his prominent virility without the cup. Anne didn't wait to become his victim: She slammed the heel of her hand into the boy's jaw, knocking his head back to crack against the wall with a force that made his senses reel. She quickly reached down for his dark-blue nylon shorts. With a fast move she shook and loosened his cup a bit, so that its precious content came down and swung freely inside the cup. Then, still pinning him by the throat, the savage young girl drove her knee into the defenceless boy's dangling protector. Again, she struck him as he began to slide down the wall, reaching for his blazing balls, mouth open in agony, paralysed with pain. Wow, this worked better than she thought! Sam hit the floor. Anne looked down into his eyes and could not resist. The boy was surely well endowed, his package should be freed from the cup and his nylon pants! Anne reached down to remove his equipment completely, but Sam tried to fight back. So Anne aimed and kicked, and scored dead on! From his motion, his balls had moved into the gap between his pelvic bone and the cup and acted now as dampers as the cup was thrust against his body! He cried out as the pain hit again, this time it was so bad he was ready to vomit. He twisted with pain and retched uncontrollably. Anne moved down to her victim to finish him of. Her hand reached inside his shorts underneath the groin-guard and tightened around his package in a vise grip. He sit up to try to pry her fingers off his jewels. With her free hand, she chopped him across the throat sending him back to the ground. He lied on the ground trying to get air. Anne increased the pressure on his balls trying to pop them. Sam was reduced to yelling, screaming and begging and making an odd gurgling sound. His body was trembling from the strain. All of the noise coming from Sam just motivated her to increase his distress. As he was finished, Anne had enough time to strip his equipment off: His dark-blue nylon shorts and the armoured jockstrap, the proud battle-equipment of each male fighter, lay useless on the ground. In a moment of inspiration, Anne released her package stretch, flipped the naked male on his stomach, straddled and sit on one leg, placed the other leg on her shoulder and applied the anal claw. Anne was proud of herself for adding another center of pain to his torture. She was convinced that he will never forget this pounding. A new round of shrieks and cries ensued. As blood began to seep from his butt; the male fighting machine passed out.
It was amazing in what short time we had overwhelmed the proud black fighters! Black fighting machines that seemed indestructible, lay wrecked on the ground. The screams of the Black Cougars were heart in the whole street! Of course, we bound and – if not already done -- undressed our victims. We stripped down their nylon shorts and finally proudly their “Black Devil” cups revealing well-sized black reproduction organs! The piles of captured short, cups and even briefs or jockstraps grew bigger. The nylon shorts were just a nice souvenir, while we eagerly needed the cups + jockstraps for our allied sport-guys. The captured jockstraps emitted a strong male smell, but now we would show our prisoners how their female parts worked! A carrot or small cucumber found its way up the rectum of each proud black warrior! The abused men howled in pain, especially as we used their nut-sacks as leverage to force the fruit into their tight cunts!
The packages of most men were already smashed. To be sure, they would not molest a girl anymore, we used our “fertilizer sticks”: uvulas with a strong sexually tranquilizing effect. Since one capsule was enough to hinder a white boy from getting an erection for 3 to 5 days, we decided that 3 uvulas should be fine to calm down a black stallion. For luck, most males were unconscious so that they could not peel out the capsules after we pushed them deep into the rectum of each male. Later our chemistry and biology expert told us that 3 capsules are more than enough to make a man sterile and impotent forever! Bad luck for these guys …And this was a so-called elite unit of the jeansers! We decided to take some of them to our training-camp, where they could serve as sparring partners for our rookies and as sex-toys for our allied men.
This was not the only special unit the jeansers had established: Nowadays, we often encountered so-called castrato-troops, i.e., jeansers who had lost their virility completely in a fight against us. (Boys, who had only lost one ball, often retired from the jeansers since they were afraid to become completely sterile.) But for the following reasons, the castratos were very tough fighters:
They wanted to take revenge after what we had done to them. Thus, they had no restraints to castrate our allied males and to torture every girl cruelly that they got under control.
Since they had already lost their masculinity, they didn’t need to care anymore about the obligation of the vulnerable male sex organ and fought thoughtlessly. Many boys had lost their whole nut-sack or just had plastic implants as balls. Anyway, the only working part was the cock that sometimes was even able to get stiff.
Their pain-sensitivity “down there” was drastically reduced to that of a girl, since they had no balls anymore. Only the cock – that is in its’ sensitivity comparable to a girl’s slit – was left.
To protect their still alive cocks, they either wore male cups, or some of them even captured pussy-guards. Such a female groin protector (a so-called pelvic guard) is a plastic or foam-rubber shield which goes from the stomach down between the legs. Even though it is light and flexible, it adsorbs direct hits against the female groin. On the backside it is fixed like a jockstrap with two rubber strips going from the pussy right and left side over the butt back to the front. The castrato-boys wearing it had carved a groove for the cock into the foam-rubber.
One day, I was alone on the road, I was attacked by a jeanser. I recognised immediately that he was a castrato because his crotch looked like a girl's! Therefore I assumed that he wore a female groin-guard, otherwise at least his cock should bulge in his jeans! In the close fight, I had to learn the hard way what tough fighters these castratos were! By some well-aimed tit-cuffs and crotch-kicks, he brought me down and got me under control. (Again, it turned out a severe disadvantage that I didn't like to wear groin and breast-guards!) I was not able anymore to defend. Despite his lacking balls, he was sexually excitable and wanted to rape me! Defenseless how I was, he had no difficulties to strip down my jeans and nylon shorts. With his kneed resting on my arms, he had his hands free and opened his jeans as well. Underneath he only wore the (obviously captured) pussy-guard that covered his private area. He pushed the foam rubber sideward and got his boner out of his slit-protector. Now he took his knees off my arms to move into the “missioneer position”. Thus released , I quickly reached down and grabbed his cock! I twisted and bent HIM down painfully and threatened to break HIM if he didn’t surrender. In panic to lose his last bit of masculinity, he gave in. Nevertheless, I continued my destructive work on him, till this castrato lost consciousness. Victory again! As my slit was still aching from his devilish attacks, I took his pussy-guard (and his jeans of course) to be better protected.