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! At least a troop of strong black fighters called “Black Cougars” was not successful (11).
The jeansers were collecting new forces, but to equip them, they needed underwear, jeanses and nut-protectors. Of course, they could buy these things, but they simply fought to capture the needed equipment from us. Therefore, another elite unit, the DESERT TIGERS were established. As to guess from the name, they consisted mainly of strong Arab and Turkish men of 25 to 35 years of age, even though they also had some younger recruits (18 – 20) for training in their rows. They were perfectly equipped: Cotton briefs with a deep hard cup in it and tight fitting jeans to prevent the cup to slip out of proper fit. The task of the DESERT TIGERS was to attack one of our camps (headquarters) and to capture as many girls, uniforms and protective gear as possible. They were accompanied by allied girls that we always called slit-pissers or jeanser bitches.
That day, I was the responsable officer in our quarter, in fact it was a small house where we had walled up all windows of the ground-floor, so that the door was the only entrance. To defend the house, I had nearly 20 girls (mostly, however inexperienced young chicks because the experienced women were out for fights) and 8 or 10 allied sport-boys. These sport-guys were mostly the boy-friends of the girls on duty. I had positioned two young female recruits outside to guard the door. But obviously those had already been overwhelmed soundlessly, because suddenly, the door flew open and more and more Arab jeansers entered (the DESERT TIGERS as I got to know later)! Many of these men wore captured female jeans as I quickly recognised from the worn out parts right between the legs, probably because those were tighter and kept the cups better in place or simply to humiliate us by running around in the uniforms they had taken from our sisters. (Since girls don't walk with slightly spread legs like men, jeanses worn by girls show typical worn out traces on the inner tights.)
I saw how one of my girls, an inexperienced recruit, tried to attack an invading DESERT TIGER by a well-aimed groin-kick. I could hear the PLOP from his plastic cup that, however, dampened the kick perfectly so that it didn't show any effect. The Arab just grinned in an arrogant way and gave the girly some of her own medicine. Since we all felt safe inside our headquarter, practically none of us wore a protector. Therefore the Arab's kick against the girlish crotch was rewarded with her pain-filled howls and her helpless breakdown. Probably, she received her first real cunt-bust! Many boys and also girls underestimate the effect of a cunt-kick, but this Arab knew that it is nearly as effective as a strike against an unprotected male groin! Anyway, my mate was reduced to a sobbing wreck, her hand trying to cup and to protect her aching slit!
Two other rookie-girls were more lucky: Even though they were only 18 and just recruits, they brought down an Arab macho soldier of approximately 30 years. They were fighting on the ground now. I saw that one girl fixed his arms on his back, while the other opened and stripped down his jeans. Underneath, he wore dark-blue nylon-shorts (according to his rank), probably with inner cotton briefs. The girl in front of him quickly slipped her hand inside his shorts underneath the disturbing cup! Despite her young age, she felt immediately at home and knew how to turn the male lust-centre either into a paradise or a hell, and here, she decided for the hell! As I always teach my girls, she concentrated her squeezing on one ball, and she really managed to pop his left nut! The proud macho was screaming from the top of his lungs, but this made the girl even prouder: Her first crack! She had turned an always raping Arab macho into a semi-castrato! And this moment even more important: She had switched off one of the invaders.
Tanja, a close friend of mine, had a close fight with a Turkish corporal. Again and again, she drove her knee up between his legs. Even though each kick was not more than unpleasant thanks to his cup, the never-ending series of kicks shook his nut-sack and weakened him considerably. To avoid her kicks, the man turned sideward, trying to get out of her hold. Therefore, her kick reached this time the left edge of his cup driving it to the right and squashing its' tender content. The Turk's mouth dropped open as what was meant to be a scream of pain came out as a choked whine as the girl followed up her kick by grabbing hold of his muscular arms and driving her knee up between his massive thighs to smash his balls once more. Despite his groin-armour, the muscular Turk dropped. His large, well developed body simply sank to the ground. His hands clutched his shattered balls, keen noises blurted from his mouth as he crumpled before Tanja's attack. Even as the male was going down, Tanja didn't let up. Using her feet to good effect, she drove her toe into his kneecap, then, whirling her lithe young body in order to gain momentum, the girl smacked her instep into the boy's face just before he hit the ground. The force of the kick sent the corporal's body flopping in a semi-conscious sprawl, helpless at the girl's feet. The Turk fighter was not accustomed to lose and was furious at being caught out by the girl he'd attacked and pulled himself to his feet. Lurching towards her, he grabbed Tanja by the arm. It was like grabbing a wildcat by the tail. Instead of trying to pull away from him, the girl swung into his body, her free hand clawing at his face. As he leant backwards to avoid the girl's hand, she brought her knee up into the boy's balls. Since his ball-sack was already sore, his cup couldn't take the bite out of this strike, and the hapless Turk doubled up, moaning with shock and pain, clutching his balls. Tanja held him by the hair and smacked her knee up once again. This time it crunched into the boy's face, breaking his nose, forcing a howl of anguish from his lips. Anne let the boy's semi-conscious body drop, sank to her knees beside him and speared her bony fist into the soft sternum above the pads of muscle in the young man's stomach. The air was driven from the boy's lungs as his huge, muscular frame flopped helplessly under the svelte young girl's savage assault. Now she had all the time she needed to peel down his jeans and cup + jockstrap. Then, she reached for his exposed virility: Her slender female fingers curled round his balls. She squeezed! The Turkish fighter let out a high pitched screech before he passed out cold!
But unfortunately, not all of my fighters were that lucky: Arlene was attacked from behind. The Turk embraced her from behind so that she couldn't move, and he even applied an effective breast-maul! Of course, she reached for his balls close to her ass, but she only felt his hard-cup through his jeans. While he continued his destructive work on her tits, she tried to apply a technique we call „Scrubbing“: To rub his cup up and down and to move it intensively in order to let one of his balls slip out of the cup or to grind it between his pelvic bone and the edge of the cup! But his briefs and the captured female jeans he wore were too tight and kept his cup excellently in place! Therefore he hardly noticed her scrubbing, while her senses were squirming from his breast-maul. Finally, the hapless female fighter passed out cold. The Turk let her slender body slip to ground and attacked the next girl.
Of course, I was also attacked, namely by a young recruit of maybe 20 years. Without difficulties, I was fighting this inexperienced kid off, as a calm voice suddenly cut through the scene: "Attack her cunt, like I showed you, Magmed!” I looked over to see who had spoken. It was a Turkish man of my age, a sergeant by rank. As the words penetrated my mind, I immediately crossed my arms in front of my tender crotch to block a possible kick. But instead of kicking my groin, the young male drove his fists against my tits! The pain was cruel! I stumbled backwards, and following a reflex, my hands cupped my aching tits leaving my groin defenseless. Without hesitation, my opponent brought his knee up between my spread thighs. He really smashed my slit! My whole body stiffened in agony. A strangled screech (I had never heart from me!) came from my mouth, then I collapsed at the feet of the young man, clutching my aching cunt, sobbing with pain. (Fuck, it happened so often to me that I should have learnt to wear slit and tit-guards despite their inconvenience!) Magmed was proud on his work: He could hardly believe he'd violently defied an older female! The feeling of superiority made his cock growing inside his groin-cup! And he even teased me: “Oooh, poor girly! This will add some ugly cock-stains in your panties!”
The sport-boys accompanying me were not better off: Most of them wore compression shorts in the colour of their ranks and briefs or jockstraps with a hard-cups, again in the colour of the rank. The tight fitting sport briefs and compression shorts normally held the cups perfectly in place so that our boys could stand a fight, but now each boy was attack by two opponents, either by two jeanser-bitches or by one girl and a DESERT TIGER. Mostly the strong Arab attacked our boy from behind and held him in a defenseless position, while the slit-pisser approached her victim from front. Once her hand had reached inside his compression shorts underneath his cup, there was nothing the helpless boy could do anymore! Merciless, these bitches tried to crack the tender plums from inside! We had to witness the pain-filled screams of our friends and their pleas for mercy!
Two slit-pissers (Kim and Kathy) cared about Jim, one of my mates, a regular soldier by rank. He looked rather sexy in his wrestling outfit. The dark-blue fabric was pulled tightly around a large bulge in his crotch. His bare chest was extremely well defined with large muscles and he had powerful, well-developed arms. The Lycra exercise shorts he wore hugged tightly to his body outlining each of the full round cheeks of his ass. Kim and Kathy were surprised, but glad, to see that he wore his precious jewellery without protector. Therefore, they would have an easy fight with him: One of these jeanser-bitches jumped up on his back. She swung her legs around to Jim’s front. Each foot, she positioned nicely on each side of Jim’s groin. She brought her feet together catching his ballsack in between. She began to squeeze. She also brought her arms under his and joined her hands on the back of his neck, putting him into a full nelson. He could do nothing, and he knew it! He dropped from the pain. He fell on his back right on Kathy. It didn’t affect her at all. She continued to squeeze. Kim sat up and laughed. She noticed she was conveniently between Jim’s legs.
“So how do your nuts feel now?” teased Kim. She brought her foot back and slammed it between Kathy’s feet, right into Jim’s balls. He jumped from the pain. Kim grabbed his legs to disable them from kicking. He could do nothing at all. Now his legs and arms were being held. “That is for bothering us in school, you fuck face!” Kim drove her foot into his balls again. Then she began to undo Jim’s Lycra running tights. She pulled them off. Jim was too weak to do anything. Kathy had to remove her feet from his groin so Kim could even remove the dark-blue speedos Jim wore underneath. Kim sniffed at them and grinned as she scented the male taste, then she tossed the speedos on floor. Kim started to rub her foot on Jim’s groin.
She said,” Oooh… it feels so good... doesn’t it? I guess your overwhelmed girl-friend loves to see you being milked by bad, invading girls?!”
Jim managed to mouth out the words “Fuck You”. Kim noticed he was getting an erection. She continued to rub his cock till it was stiff.
“You wont be able to fuck anymore, when we get through with you,” Kim cleverly teased. Kathy joined in with the rubbing. Jim was about to cum even though he was in a trance of pain. Kim knew he was about to cum. She told Kathy to stand him up. Kathy brought him to his feet. Kim slammed Jim up against the wall. She looked into his eyes and drove her knee into his groin as hard as she could. Jim bent over in pain.
“Ooooh, poor boy! ” Kathy pushed him back up against the wall. Jim attempted to hit Kathy but she caught his arm. She reached down and grabbed his dick. She pulled on his stiff erection. She started to jerk him off violently. As he started to come she released his penis and punched the tip of it. Jim began to have a violent orgasm as tears streamed down his face. Kim saw he was cumming and she swung her foot right up into his ball sack. He whimpered. Kathy was smiling. Kathy brought her knee up into his left ball, catching it between her knee and his pelvis. She exerted much pressure as his orgasm became more violent. Kim sat at his feet and rocked onto her back. She shot up her leg and caught the underside of Jim’s balls. She smiled.
“That’s what you get when you fuck with us,” she said as she reached down in front of him and grabbed his dick. She jerked it adding to the severity of his orgasm. Jim moaned and passed out. Before he dropped, Kathy got one last kick in ... but this time to the tip of the penis again.
Soon the fight was over: The DESERT TIGERS had won due to the surprise affect and their perfect preparation. All girls and our allied sport-guys were under their control, and our storage rooms with underwear, jeans and protectors were open to them! They took all: New and used uniforms as well as the dirty stuff from the laundry and what they took directly from us. Especially the slit-pissers proudly undressed their male and female victims. Our allied boys could only moan in pain from the punishment after their running tights and groin-cups were taken. All together, the invaders captured nearly 120 jeans of different rangs, more than 300 pairs of male and female underwear, 32 female groin-guards („jillstraps“) and 55 male cups. A good start to equip new recruits!
Horny as they were, the DESERT TIGERS bond us, and the raping started immediately. I had to witness how all my mates – male or female – were raped. The well-hung Arabs merciless bumped and ground the assholes of our allied sport-guys! And even worse: Not only the men, even the slit-pissers took part in this raping! Even my boyfriend – a 30-year-old corporal – became a victim of these rapes. He was stripped naked, and then forced on his back with his legs in a squatted position so that his boy-pussy was easily accessible. I saw how he screamed in pain as his pussy was invaded by a cucumber-sized Arab cock! This DESERT TIGER buried it deep inside my boyfriend’s insides, feeling stuff tear as he did. He used my boyfriend’s tortured sack as leverage, so that if he tried to pull his ass free, it crushed his own balls even worse! It was agony either way. The pain was incredible. He told me later that it felt like a red hot iron poker was being shoved up his ass as he was repeatedly invaded. The DESERT TIGER continued to fuck my boyfriend until he finally came a huge load. He pumped most of it into my boyfriend’s pussy, and then he pulled out, shooting some on his ass and his back.
Then, the slit-pissers brought Jim, our mate whom they had finished 10 minutes ago. They told him he had a choice. He could fuck my boyfriend’s ass, or they would let my boyfriend go, and he would get fucked instead by a Turkish man. Jim was mortified, but had to agree since the alternative was far worse. He had some understandable trouble getting aroused, but one of the jeanser-bitches helped him by taking off her shirt and waving her jiggly black tits around. My boyfriend squirmed around as Jim entered, but did not say much as he feared getting hurt again. Finally Jim began to screw his buddy in the ass. Jim tried to think of it as a vagina and that he was raping a black jeanser-bitch instead, but then the girls jerked his head down and made him look at my boyfriend’s genitals. "You like fucking his ass, don’t you?" one of the jeanser-bitches taunted him.
Now I could not longer care for my mates, since the turn was on me. To humiliate me, even their recruits and simple soldiers were allowed to take me. A 19-year-old Turk stripped me. Proudly, he inspected my green (sergeant) G-string for female traces. His cock replied immediately to the female scent, so that he stripped down his recruit jeans and his black briefs, and his plastic cup fell to ground. His cock was rock-hard! He grabbed my arms and lead me to a bench. He wrapped some leather straps around my hands then under the bench, so that I was down on all fours. Now, he dropped to the knees behind me. This asshole was tracing my ass and cunt with his dirty cock! Viciously, he rammed his cock all the way to the hilt then pulled almost all the way out. Then, he speared me again, this time even harder. He rammed his cock into me again and again. The only thing I could do was moan in pain. This proud macho Turk reached under me and squeezed my tits hard, maybe even harder than I had ever squeezed some balls! Unnecessary to mention that this was not the last violation, but some more men and even girls raped me and my mates!