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Below I have included a story that I discovered a few years ago, which is very well written and by far one of my favorite ballbusting stories of all time. I am not the author of this story and so I am not attempting to take credit for it but I was wondering if anyone had contact information to the author of the story? If so then please post it on this thread.
My primary reason for posting this story, outside of wanting to share an amazing story with you guys is to see if anyone might be willing to continue this story or develop a story with the same basic themes and content.
If anyone is interested in continuing this story or writing a similar story then I would really appreciate it.
Anyway here is the story:
Gender Wars - Genesis (part 1-2)
A beam from the sky streaked through the solemn dark clouds of the night and crashed into abandoned lot number 23A. The dirt was immediately cast aside by the unyielding force and scorching heat of the beam to reveal several reinforced titanium plates below. In moments the beam had punched through them too and after a minute the beam faded. With that the final male resistance cell against female domination in the nation ended. The personnel at X-Corp Control, the division in charge of the orbiting satellite that had fired the beam let up a cheer and toasted each other as the final phase of operation ‘swift kick’ was concluded.
Aside... For those who don’t know this is another installment of a series of stories I wrote ages ago. Truth be told, I can’t remember where I left off, so I’m going to start a new series in the same world. The story takes/took place in a world where male domination has been replaced by that of the weaker sex. How? As I vaguely recall it had something to do with the release of a series of bombs that destroyed the y-chromosome. The story revolved around several men and their resistance cell. In the ensuing new world order the slang ‘Danglers’ became the derogatory reference to men and a group, which I will refer to as the X-Corp (perhaps they had a different name in the previous chapters) are tasked with handling male upstarts in ways only females can. Back to the story...
From his dilapidated balcony Michael watched the beam from when it was just a thin trickle of light cutting through the sky to its evolution into a large pink cylinder the size of a skyscraper and its final dissolution into nothingness.
“What will I do now? What will all men do now?” he thought. “Ha, the gentler sex. I wish that were true. They destroyed our very last hope of equality, of the chance of a fair life and they did it to devastating effect,” Michael scoffed out loud. He said this all with a bewilderment and fear that did not sit well with his 15 years working as an Elite in his nation’s army. Working as an elite until the women had come to power that is. At that point men were deemed too unruly, too violent, too primal and too unevolved to be good soldiers. Women, with their ‘greater sense of unity and greater level of evolution’ were the ‘only ones who could handle a responsibility as great as the protection of the country’.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
“Dangler, open the door sweetie. I’m here for my therapy.”
Michael opened the door. Leaned up against the doorframe was Melissa, a beautiful, tall blond with shoulder length hair. She stood there in her dark business suit and heels staring at Mike’s groin as if talking to it and not him.
“It’s been a tough day for me so far, honey. I think we’re gonna have an interesting session tonight.”
Men didn’t work anymore. For the same reasons he had been discharged from the military other men had been deemed incapable of handling anything but the most basic of jobs. But he had found a way to make more than your average man: women had become more aggressive since taking power, new training schemes had been implemented to teach them to beat any man in any situation (for self-defense apparently) and… they wanted to practice these skills and would pay good money for it. With his army training Mike could put up a good fight. In fact he had won against his female clients on several occasions. Basically Mike fought the women, his clients, who came to his apartment and got paid three times more than the maximum male salary.
Without invitation Melissa stepped into the doorway. She thrust her hand out and grabbed Mike’s balls.
“Ooh, they feel so plump. I hope they’re not too tender from last time. I just got carried away a bit. Hard day at the office. You know what I mean, right Mikey?”
“Look Melissa, let’s just do this. You want to fight me. Let’s go.” Mike had just watched the male resistance die from his balcony. He wasn’t in the mood for her taunting but as he spoke that sentence he realized he had annoyed Melissa. That wasn’t smart, especially when she had her hand cupped round his genitals.
“You’re right Mikey, sweetie.” She tightened her grip on his balls. “All business with you huh?” She twisted her hand a little. “Let’s get to it!” With a vice-like grip she yanked mike by his balls, dragging him to the fight room. A place she knew all too well. Like a good dog Mike followed, squirming and walking with his legs parted to try to minimize the pressure on his balls.
In the fight room Mel let go of Mike’s delicates and moved to the other side of the 5m by 5m room, but not before a firm tug that caused Mike to wince and Mel to giggle. Without a word Mike removed his trousers and shirt and stood in front of Mel, wearing only his tight spandex jogging shorts with a hole cut in the front to allow his genitals to hang out. Women liked it like that. It gave them easier access to the man’s stuff, and they enjoyed being able to see what part of the groin they were kicking… It ‘refined their technique’. Mel, in her tall, confident beauty removed her suit-jacket and undid the top three buttons of her shirt. She loved to tease mike and slowly caressed her voluptuous breasts. Mike tried to ignore her, but his cock slowly hardening was something beyond his control.
“Put on your cup, Dangler,” commanded Mel. “I want to have a bit more of a challenge this time!”
Mike did so. After all he got paid 15 dollars an hour to do this.
They approached each other and Mike threw a left punch at Mel. He almost hit her square in the face, but his punch was stopped as he looked down to see Mel had landed a shin kick straight into his cup. He backed off a bit. She was fast today. That meant she really WAS pissed off. He jumped back a bit and Mel grinned.
“Didn’t crack it, did I?” she purred.
Mike looked down and saw a slight break in the cup. Nothing that made it unusable. He overcame the mild pain and reapproached. This time he lunged at her, while turning his hips sideways to protect himself. She threw a kick but missed. He barged her to the floor. As she fell one of her breasts slipped out from her shirt and Mike, naturally, paused to observe. Another kick rocketed into his groin. This time the tip of her shoe was perfectly placed to lever just behind the seam of the cup and push through to his testicles. Mike dropped and grabbed his screaming balls as Mel slowly stood up triumphant and began to massage her breast back into her shirt.
“Oh get up Mikey, it wasn’t that hard!”
Twenty minutes later a new round had begun and Mike found he was winning. He had her pinned on the floor. He wasn’t even wearing a cup! Her delicate frame too weak to lift Mike’s muscular body. She writhed and wriggled but she could not escape. Mike was about to claim victory but suddenly found a hand probing up his thigh. Instinctively he moved his body away, to only just miss a fist slamming into the spot where his balls were only moments before. But Mel was quicker than him still. Her training meant she could react on instinct and she followed that strike by thrusting her hand to where she now knew his balls lay expectantly. She grabbed them and twisted.
“I think I’ll yank them off this time,” she whispered, half menacingly, half jokingly.
With every wriggle by Mike she tightened her grip. With every yell she twisted and with every attempt to fight back she yanked. Mike hated this. This was the worst position. When the woman grabbed them he couldn’t do anything. There was nothing on her to grab. Her perfect form made her invulnerable to any equivalent attack and a fast punch was out of the question, she was too wily for that. She’d crush his balls first. And then she began to dig her nails into his balls. It wasn’t permanent damage, but Mike passed out from the pain.
When he awoke he saw 15 dollars left taped to his testicles and a female lipstick mark on his balls next to a note. He took the note; half dazed, and began to read.
“You were great mike. We should do this again next week. I hope you don’t mind about the lipstick. I just love men’s balls so much. Such good control points! If you didn’t have them you may have had a chance. But then, if you didn’t have them you wouldn’t be a man would you?
Mike had been humiliated for the last time. His balls were almost as sore as his pride. He wouldn’t do this anymore. Not unless he was fighting the women for real. Not unless he had started a new Male Resistance...
Men’s fashion had changed quite a bit since women took control. Though men still wore t-shirts and shirts the change had been to the trousers. If a man walked in public he had to wear trousers with a special sleeve in which to insert his balls, pushing them forwards and outwards. A separate holder, which women called the pinky glove, was also designed into the trousers in which the man would insert his penis. These new trousers were called cupping-trousers or CTs. The idea officially, was that it was sexy. But the truth was women just liked being reminded they were lucky enough to not have such a vulnerability and loved staring at a man’s juicy cock and balls as they bounced as he walked - just longing for a kick.
To be fair, women’s fashion had changed a lot too. With their increase in confidence and when in casual wear, all women wore tight binding tank tops and of course the obligatory skirts or tight shorts. What better way to remind men of the ‘weaker sex’s superiority’? Not only that, but these days, it seemed all women had the bodies to pull it off.
Mike hated his trousers. He could almost feel the glare he got from every woman on the street as he walked towards the bus-stop his cock and balls bouncing along with him. Sometimes women would just feign a kick to his balls then begin giggling as he moved his hands to protect them.
As the bus pulled up everyone formed a queue to board. Mike hated this too. He hated the way women would ‘accidentally’ brush up against his penis when he was waiting, just to see if they could make him hard. The woman queuing in front of Mike was gorgeous though. In her short pleated skirt and revealing top she was perfect. Her firm round ass moved backwards towards Mikes cock and she began to lift her skirt, rubbing her panty-less ass against it. Mike new he shouldn't bother saying anything. The woman would just claim it was he who was the aggressor, and he'd probably receive a swift back kick to the balls. Mike stood there, trying hard to not get turned on, but she was too seductive, she smelt too good and she felt too soft. Soon he had a raging hard-on.
The woman pressed up hard against Mike, and subtlety grabbed his cock that was now protruding out between her legs. Still encased in the fabric of his CTs Mike was just grateful that particular part had been made of a material that stretched. She held onto his cock then began to move it up into her pussy. She did this for a few moments and Mike continued to focus on reducing his boner. Clearly the woman wasn't happy with his now softening penis and she began to squeeze and twist it. Suddenly Mike felt her begin to undo his flies and moments later his penis was out of his trousers and being inserted directly into the woman's wet and warm pussy. Mike couldn't resist the pleasure and he began to go hard again. The woman was just teasing him, because only a few seconds later it was her turn to board and she stepped up onto the bus, leaving a raging hard-on that Mike couldn't slip back into his trousers.
Mike let the other men behind him go up onto the bus (it was women on the bus first then men, after all women had more important things to do and had to board first so they could get on with running the world) giving him time to lose his hard-on and slip his cock back into his trousers. He looked up at the woman, smiling at him through the bus window, and she blew him a kiss, then took out her cell to probably call a friend - no doubt to talk about the fun experience she'd just had with a man and how glad she was to be born without penis.
Mike was about to step up on the bus when he felt some hands creep up between his legs, cup his balls and slowly pull him down off the bus. This was made all the more easy by the trousers with their separate holder containing his balls, probably another reason women wanted men to wear these cupping-trousers – they could more easily control their toys. Mike grimaced from the pain and, unable to turn his body due to the hand between his legs, turned his head to see a beautiful brunette in a tight black top and shorts.
“Excuse me, I have to get on, Dangler,” she said, toying with Mike’s balls as she spoke.
“Argh! You could have just asked,” Mike exhorted, feeling the rage building from the blatant unfairness of it all.
“I – said – you – could –have – jus… ahhhh!”
The brunette tightened her grip, yanking Mike’s balls backwards and damn near pulling him off his feet. The women on the bus and still waiting at the stop applauded her for her assertiveness and booed mike for his rudeness.
“Arrrghh!” Mike yelped as she yanked his balls again, this time with such an upward and backwards force that mike’s face almost hit the floor. Mike was drained from the pain, only being held up by the vice-like grip on his sack. As the brunette let go, mike slipped to the floor and he felt her six inch heel dig into his back as she stepped on him and onto the bus.
Eventually Mike got up, just as the next bus arrived. He queued again and stepped onto the vehicle.
“Next stop, the bar on the outskirts of town, the only place with men who may be capable of starting the resistance,” Mike thought.
He paid for a ticket and waited for the standard electronic hand to extend from the driver’s cabin and tape it to the sleeve in which his penis lay. This reminded him of branding cattle but, as the bus company slogan goes ‘with this new system, everyone will know when the male doesn’t have HIS ticket.’ Mike moved past the rows of women in their suits and men in their CTs and promptly shuffled to the back of the bus, sitting down alone. Mike stared out the window. The pink siren lights of the X-Corp police van could be seen on the other side of the road. They were racing somewhere. The van broke suddenly, spun around and started moving in Mike’s direction. They were racing towards the bus!
Moments later Mike’s bus jolted to a halt as the X-Corp van cut it off. He saw three voluptuous women, barely contained within their cat-suits, jump out and board the bus.
“THERE IS A MAN ON HERE WHO IS GUILTY OF AN ETTIQUETTE CRIME NUMBER 312 LADIES – VERBAL ABUSE OF A FEMALE!” shouted the first X-Corp officer.
Suddenly a man halfway down the bus jumped up and grabbed the woman next to him, holding her in a head lock under his left arm.
“THAT’S COZ THE BITCH YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT KICKED ME IN THE BALLS!!” he yelled back, tightening his headlock around the woman.
Mike could almost see it happening before it did. The woman, with her free right hand, rammed it up between the man’s legs. As the man loosened his grip round her neck from the shock, she stepped back and pushed him off of her and towards the X-Corp officers. Like lightning the officers drew their guns and fired soft cushioned pellets at the man’s crotch. These were special projectiles, incapable of hurting a woman but having sufficient force to stun a man if impacting on his testicles. The X-Corp trained their women to fire these perfectly. It was rumored that all the officers were so elite that there was a 99% chance of the projectile hitting the most vulnerable front point on a man’s testicles in the first shot.
This time they must have got him because the man stood stunned for a moment, then cupped his hands round his balls and bent forwards, gasping for breath. The front officer sexily sauntered towards him, her breasts and hips swaying as she did. She slowly began to undo the zip running from the centre top of her cat-suit, until half her cleavage was showing and slipped her hand down between her breasts. From here she pulled out a ring, about 5cm in diameter, grabbed the man by his balls, who was still gasping for breath, and placed his cock and balls through the ring. Then by pressing a button on her watch the ring contracted and tightened round the man’s genitals. The officer then began walking off the bus.
The man knew the drill; if he got too close to her the ring would tighten and expand in thickness, effectively ******* his balls out in front of him and eventually popping them off. If he got too far away the same thing would happen. He scurried to his feet and walked, silently with the officer. He didn’t want to provoke her. As walked down the corridor of the bus the woman he had placed in the head-lock came running up behind him and swung a devastating kick up between his legs, dropping him to the floor. The X-Corp officer having already stepped off the bus at this point was unaware of any of this and kept walking towards the van. Suddenly he was ‘too far away’ from the officer and the ring began to expand. He screamed and yelped and only after twenty seconds did the X-Corp woman come up to him and deactivate this automatic mechanism. The officers didn’t care about the man, but they were busy, and so while one escorted him off the bus the other two made sure the incident wasn’t repeated by consoling the woman who had been attacked by the man.
As quickly as all this had happened, it was forgotten. Though Mike wanted to help the man he knew he couldn’t do anything yet. He reassured himself that all he needed was time then he could make the changes he wanted; with his military history he had the training and contacts to acquire weapons and lead his team. He quieted his mind and stared out the window, watching the shadows dance past on the walls of the buildings around him.
After an hour and half Mike reached the outskirts of the city. The place was called the Regal Pub but it wasn’t that regal and it barely classified as a pub. He pushed open the creaky door and in there was a crowd of at least 25 men, all his ex-military buddies, all eager for a fight. And Mike knew they had the resolve to win…
Gender Wars (part 1-4)
Ever since the development of biological weapons the potential to wipe out the human race has existed. More to the point so has the potential to wipe out specific races. In 2092 a German scientist (male of course, only a male would do something so foolish) developed the Y-missile, a missile which targeted the Y-chromosome of human males. Seeing as women don’t have a Y-chromosome we were of course unaffected. How ironic the events, which followed, were. This bomb had been designed by a man to prevent any further wars, seeing as no dictator would dare launch these weapons lest they destroy him along with his enemy. Of course this was true, no dictator… no male dictator anyway.
The records state a great female leader, who ruled her nation perfectly, became disillusioned with all other nations and their endless bickering and decided to wipe out the male gender, whom she blamed for the lack of global cooperation. She believed that they were more warlike, aggressive, dumber and weaker than the female gender and only by curbing the number of males could she unite the world in an era of peace. In 2093 at 2213 hours, on the 23rd of June she launched her entire Y-missile fleet. The missiles hurtled towards predetermined areas of the globe where the explosions and clouds of the Y-chromosome killing virus could spread the greatest. Of course all those male leaders tried to protect themselves, and how did they do this? In the same way a male would cup his hands round his balls after he has taken a hit they tried to activate their missile defense shields after the missile launch.
Unfortunately some of the missiles were taken out in space and thus the spread of the Y-virus was not 100% however the majority of the missiles impacted their targets, wiping out 81% of the male population. Soon after, the world was quiet. With almost no males around the bickering seemed to end, nations co-operated, the world united and peace was forged. Nothing like a woman’s touch to get the job done.
The remaining males seemed lost and confused and I did pity them. Those poor men, trying to live in a society where they were outnumbered four to one. Notice how I use the past tense; I did pity them, until they formed the Y-resistance. In response, the new female nation of a united world called fittingly Utopia formed the X-corps. This was a huge regiment of women who were taught to be spies, fighter pilots, astronauts, special ops troops and so on. Their only mission was to wipe out and finish off all the remaining Danglers (a derogatory term used to refer to the males, I’m sure you can guess how we came up with such a name).
The Danglers lucked out on their first major strike; they attacked one of our major military bases. Many of our female spies had already coerced the males (too bad they thought with their balls) and had gathered vital information about the pending attack before it happened, thus when the Danglers did attack X-corps was ready. This highly successful operation was called Project Swift Kick, so named because it was designed to deliver a devastating blow to the males from which they could not recover in time to stop us crushing them.
You are reading the Journal of Rebecca Craft and I have been tasked with cataloguing the movements of the Y-resistance along with their actions, in order to produce a novel which will be released to all the female students of the Utopia School System (males are too stupid and unruly to be allowed into class), so that this epic era, which saw the change of the human race, is forever remembered.
NB: as part of newly developed mind scan techniques different parts of the story can be told by different characters, male and female as their thoughts have been scanned.
Project Swift Kick
“Come on baby you know you want me,” purred this beautiful woman, Phillipa, as she rubbed herself up against me. My name is George and I’m a resistance cell agent. At this moment in time I had no idea such a beautiful creature, as Phillipa could possibly be a spy, she looked so sexy and so disarming. Her hair flowed down below her shoulders and her blue eyes seemed to shine in the moonlight. And her smile had that sexy, playful quality that always gets me up, if you know what I mean. But right now, with her against me all I could look at was her deep inviting cleavage. I could feel my penis becoming harder as she pressed her thigh gently into my groin and softly rubbing it up and down. Momentarily I became lost in the ecstasy of the moment and at that moment she grabbed my balls, it was a little shocking at first. She grabbed me quite hard, making me gasp.
“Are you okay, I didn’t hurt you did I?”
I looked at her, slightly dazed and unfocused. I guess this had all been part of her carefully scripted plan, that one move reminded me of how vulnerable I was, standing square in front of her like this. Perhaps the X-corps had taught her that vulnerable feeling males are more cooperative. Though these are my current thoughts, any analysis at the time was impossible, since all my attention was focused on her.
“Of course not baby,” I said with as reassuring a grin as I could muster and we moved to the bed. After five minutes on top of her I was really getting into it. Sex for us is a rarity, especially nowadays with current female views on how inferior men are. However right now I was in heaven and she looked like she was there with me!
Then the strangest thing happened, she started asking me questions. “Are you going away after this soon George?” She would pause every time I thrust into her, but would always continue her sentence.
“Yes, I have a mission.”
“Oh that sounds... uh… dangerous, what… uh... are… uh… you... doing?”
I explained, somehow, along with the date and location of the mission as she asked, “Thanks honey that’s all I wanted to know.” As she spoke my eyes must have popped out of my head. I was staring right at her and could see a wry smile grow across her face.
“Stupid male, get off me now!” Picture the scene, we were there, me on top of her, our bodies undulating in perfect unison, when suddenly she stops, her huffing and heavy breathing end and she starts to insult me.
Unfortunately I was climaxing at the time, I could tell I was about to blow and found myself unable to stop thrusting.
“I said GET OFF ME!!” With that she grabbed my testicles and I could feel her nails scratch against my sack, which was augmented all the more since my erect penis meant they were totally unprotected. A supreme pain came over me as my body tried to continue thrusting and yet my testicles were pulled in the opposite direction. All I could do was make a gargling sound.
“Honey, don’t trust women, we’re too clever for you.” With that she let go of my sack and almost instantly rammed her knee into the back of my balls, then pushed me off her. I guess I passed out after that.
I awoke to find myself dressed, since apparently most women find the male body disgusting now, and spread eagle on the floor. Phillipa was standing over me by my feet, in a black skirt which stopped about six inches above her knees and a tight, barely buttoned, white blouse which revealed her black lace bra.
“He, he,” she giggled. “You were easier to extract information from than I thought. But then what should I have expected from a man.” She paused to slip into her high heels then continued. “Perhaps if you had had more blood in your brain at the time it may have been harder. Or not, if you’ll excuse the pun, sweetheart.” She stepped forward and tapped her foot into my groin, almost patting my balls with her heels. I doubt she fully understood how sensitive my balls were at the time and she seemed startled as I groaned and clutched myballs.
“Hmmm, you men are so weak down there aren’t you?” I looked up at her as a condescending smirk of superiority and amusement grew across her face. She kept looking down into my eyes and I realized how foolish I must have looked, cupping my balls in my hands. After a few seconds I managed to move my hands away, overriding that natural male instinct to protect them.
“I knew you’d do that. Most men realize how foolish they look when in your position, especially in front of a woman. They always move their hands away. Male pride, what a curse! Well just lie there until the police arrive to take you into custody.”
She said police but as a Y-resistance member I knew she was referring to X-corps police, a band of sadistic females who viewed men as playthings. In their view the best way to extract information from a male was through sex (which, given the events which led up to my capture seems to work) but also by pain. I have heard stories of the men sent to their interrogation camps, even the strongest men have been broken, just because they have a pair of testicles. Fundamentally balls are men’s weakness and strength. Sometimes I think that it is because of our balls that we men can never beat the women they don’t have such a disability.
Somehow the thought of this police corps’ arrival scared me enough to overcome the dull pain which still lingered in my gut. She had turned her back on me and was filing her nails as she stared out the window. She obviously had no respect or fear of me. Quickly I jumped up and rolled onto the bed on my left, intentionally landing on my knees to bounce myself off the bed. She must have been expecting this, with a grace and elegance I guess only females can accomplish she spun on her right heel and thrust her left leg up between my legs. It all happened so fast, I had only had time to jump on the bed and land. I just had time to look down and see her high heel poking out from between my legs, slamming my balls into my pelvis. The pain was intense and I could only move my hands to my balls before dropping fetal on the floor next to the bed. Through the vaguely transparent wall that blocked out my senses I could just make out an almost sexual gasp and something like ‘poor little man’ flow from Phillipa’s lips. I felt her drag me back to my old position on the floor to the right of the bed and proceed to pull my limbs apart so I was spread eagle again. I recovered, I guess, about 15 minutes later to see her in the same place with her back to me once more, staring out of the window.
Slowly I tried to lift myself on my elbows but as I did so she turned. “Don’t be so obstinate. That’s the problem with you men; you never know when you’re beaten.” With that she stepped forward with her right leg and pressed it right against my balls. I could feel them being crushed between my pelvis and the hard, polished surface of the sole of her high heel.
“Let’s make sure you don’t try anything again!” With that she looked me straight in the eyes, smiled then suddenly twisted the sole of her high heel in my groin.
“Aaahh!” I yelped, swallowing hard and trying not to let my facial expression betray the crippling pain I already felt. She looked at me, quite amused and twisted her foot again. With each twist I could feel my balls roll under her foot and with each twist she increased the pressure.
“Now (twist) let’s (twist) make (twist) sure (twist) that (twist) you (twist) are (twist) immobilized (twist)” She stepped off me all of a sudden and my hands instinctively cupped my balls.
“Move them away!” she commanded and with a primal instinct, for fear of more attacks I obeyed.
“How’s that for ball control?” she snickered. She stepped forward placing both feet between my legs then knelt down, using her knees to hold my legs apart. From the inside seam of her skirt she removed a small rod and extended it. It was a thin rod, about a centimeter in diameter which was affectionately called the Nutcracker by most of the X-corps. Simply it would be extended until about twelve centimeters long and then bent, quite easily, into a ring around the male genitalia. Almost like a collar for my balls and penis. As she grabbed my genitalia through my thin trousers I could feel my penis harden, in spite of all the pain I was experiencing. I couldn’t believe it, this woman had seduced me, tricked me, manipulated me then attacked me repeatedly and yet just because she was leaning forward and could see down her cleavage I wanted her again. I could tell she knew I was staring as she applied the Nutcracker as I could just discern the smallest grin forming across her face.
“I hope you enjoyed the view Dangler,” she stated as she gracefully stepped back onto her feet. “If you hadn’t been thinking about my breasts perhaps you could have knocked me out. I may not have been able to stop you and you may have been running free right now.” The annoying part was that she was right, all I needed to have done was throw one punch and she would have been knocked *********** but once again the female had outsmarted the male.
Now my predicament was even worse. With this ring around my genitalia I found them sticking forwards and outwards, not only more vulnerable to any female that decided she wanted to hit them, but also to the surroundings. The woman that invented this must really have hated men. With my balls and penis out in front of me, almost 90 degrees from the ground I was unable to walk effectively as it was very easy to bump them on any of the surroundings, thereby causing myself tremendous discomfort. Not only that, but the ring was designed thickly enough so that running was impossible. Were I to walk normally my thighs would press against the ring, thereby pushing it forwards and thus pushing forwards my balls. If I were to sprint I could end up ********** myself.
When the Y-resistance first liberated a colony of imprisoned males we could tell they had been ‘nutcracked’ simply by the way they walked with their legs spread more than usual, almost like saddle sore cowboys. The Nutcracker had one other method of “male control” on command from any female, and only from females, the Nutcracker would tighten and expand. Should it be told to do so it could expand enough to ******** a male by ******* off his nutsack. In fact the best part of this, according to the women and the most embarrassing for the men, was that it was male specific. No woman could ever be so controlled. They were right. Despite the Y-resistance’s best efforts we have never been able to think of anything that can equal the Nutcracker in terms of controlling them. They just don’t have such vulnerable protrusions.
Phillipa, my captor, stood over me still grinning. She looked so superior to me. Her long powerful legs stood apart and over me and I lay on the floor with my forward protruding balls and penis producing a rounded lump in my trousers. Her body was smooth, no imperfections, perfectly constructed, her tight, tiny skirt highlighting this fact as I could see passed the slit that ran down it, her underwear clearly visible. Her perfect breasts seemed to make her body seem even more arched and her posture even more triumphant. Whilst my worn out, weakened face only paled by comparison to the perfect, undisturbed makeup that lit up hers.
How could we men win against such female superiority? No, I can’t think this sort of thing; if I do we would never win this war. I lay there for ten minutes as she stared at me, an expression of amused bewilderment, probably at how easily I was beaten, drawn on her face. With her legs apart over mine I found myself thinking that if she were only male I could kick my legs in the air and wham, she’d be out like a light.
I lay below her, beaten and used. All I had to do now was to wait for X-corps police to arrive to take me to interrogation. Once I arrived, I thought, perhaps I’ll be able to escape…..
Soon a team of X-corps police arrived consisting of three cat-suit clad women holding Incapacitators in their hands. Since the X-corps is designed to control men all their weapons and devices tend to centre round male weaknesses. In this case the Incapacitator fires non lethal plastic pellets, much like a bb gun but the pellets are the size of a bullet. If hit on most parts of the body the pellet just stings, notice I say most parts. However, as is to be expected the X-corps are highly trained markswomen. When it comes to hitting men in the balls with any weapon, including with the Incapacitator they seem to be especially good. And should a pellet from the Incapacitator make contact with a male’s balls he will be unable to move for at least 25 minutes. The obvious advantage of this is that should a chase occur in a crowded area an X-corps soldier can shoot indiscriminately and she will not hurt any of the females, just the males.
Unfortunately for the Y-resistance we have not developed anything to parallel this. Women just don’t have any vulnerabilities that we don’t. In fact the X-corps’ soldiers are such crack shots that I have seen them hit a man in between the legs from behind even as he was running away. As for the guy to which I refer he was nutcracked (a term used to describe when the Nutcracker is applied) and then left for the authorities. The X-corps crack shots that hit him had just left him there because the entire female population took it upon themselves to occasionally kick the man in balls whenever he tried to get up. I guess that’s sisterhood. And with the Nutcracker applied his testicles were at maximum exposure, there was no way he could stand up to even one kick.
Anyway I digress. With the arrival of the X-corps one of the female agents unzipped the top of her cat-suit and delved into her bra to remove a leash. She took it in hand and attached it to the Nutcracker, which now encircled my genitalia. Without a word she turned, her long brown hair bouncing carefree on her shoulders and tugged on the leash.
To avoid any pain I quickly followed, walking close behind her as she led me out of the motel room, down the hall and through the bar. I’m sure the route she chose was intentional. It was good propaganda for the X-corps, the women got to see how pathetic the male resistance was as one of its members was dragged away like a disobedient dog by a tall, curvy high heeled brunette, while any would be joiners of the male resistance got to see how they would be treated should they step out from under the females’ heel.
I was led to a medium sized metal van with a flashing pink siren on its roof. The back door of the van was opened and the leash was momentarily removed by one of the women whilst the other two, a red head and a blonde aimed their guns at my groin. I could see the little red targeting lasers perfectly follow the bulge in my trousers (as explained earlier the Nutcracker encircles a man’s penis and balls like a collar causing them to protrude forwards and outwards). So perfectly did they trace my genitalia that every turn I made to block the laser from shining on my bulge was quickly countered by one of these elegant, females moving to retarget my manhood. Suddenly the red head winked at me and grinned mischievously. I just realized the ‘confused puppy dog’ look that had manifested itself across my face before…
I had never been shot by the Incapacitator before but it lived up to its name. I dropped to my knees instantly and then collapsed, lying fetal on the floor. I could feel the women’s smiles of superiority burn into me as I was lifted by one of them into the back of the van and then felt the leash being removed.
I came to as the van drove over a speed bump to find myself with the brunette sitting in the back of the van. The seat seemed perfectly normal; my legs weren’t fastened, nor were my hands or torso. Instinctively I tried to stand up.
“Argh!” I yelped and fell back into my seat. In my haste to stand I hadn’t fully acknowledged the situation. I found the Nutcracker had been removed, along with my trousers and pants. The base of the seat on which I sat was perfectly flat except for a hole through which my testicles had been allowed to drop, probably whilst I was passed out. Once my testes were dangling through the hole the gap at the top was electronically decreased by a thin plastic plate at the top of the hole which closed just enough for my balls to be unable to pass back up through it. In standing I had tried to pull my balls through a hole that almost a centimeter too small in diameter.
X-corps was all about “male control” and this seat, along with the majority of its weapons, exemplified this philosophy. This ‘restraint’ would be useless against females but practically every male was vulnerable to it. Here was I, a big, strong male totally immobilized by a thin piece of plastic which encircled my testes and prevented me from standing up without emasculating myself. As I tried to struggle to get out of my, well, I guess the word bonds would be correct, though I’ve never known a sheet of plastic to count as a bond; the brunette looked on, futilely trying to suppress a grin of amusement. With every slight movement I made I would quickly return to my original posture as my nutsack would pull against the plastic top of the hole. All the while my brunette guard beamed happily as she sat on a similar seat opposite me, yet content in the knowledge that she could never be “held” the way I was.
We soon reached the X-corps interrogators main headquarters, a huge grandiose steely grey complex with militaryesque trucks parked within the compound. Bands of black cat-suit clad women with a zipper all the way from the bottom of the torso over their breasts and to their necks patrolled the area. Somehow though, the females lent, what was effectively a military base, an air of mystique and sensuality that I had never experienced in the military bases of the past. The van suddenly jerked to a halt, making me slide in my seat causing my balls to stretch and a brief huff to slip from my lips.
“He, ha” snickered the brunette momentarily, as she hid her grin behind her hand. The engine stopped and she gave me a pitiful look, almost like the kind of look one gives a dog before she takes away his food. She unzipped the top of her cat-suit giving me a good long look at her deep cleavage then delved her hand deep into it, fishing for something. I just stared distracted as her breast moved left and right, straining against the leather suit, a little more and she would have spilled out of it. After what seemed like a blissful eternity her hand came out with a small key sized card, I’m sure she intentionally took her time about finding it. From the corner of my eye I could see her eyes, but with my mind distracted it had taken me a while to fully acknowledge anything. The whole time she had been fishing around her bra she had been staring at my groin.
With this realization I looked down but only to find myself standing to attention, my dick positively pushing for the sky. I blushed tried to force my penis down by crossing my right leg on top of it. However my penis was pulsating so strongly and was already so large that it escaped from under my leg and popped back up into the air like a lever on a spring. The brunette, who wasn’t much older than 25, giggled again. She probably liked the feeling of power it gave her to control a guys body against his will. I bet she did this to all her prisoners. She then looked me in the eyes and in one quick movement unzipped her cat-suit all the way down. My eyes just gazed at her curvy body, almost naked in front of me and I felt my penis straining. She leaned over and gave it one jerk and I came. I saw her press a button on the grey remote she had obtained and a powerful electric shock pulsed through my balls, causing me to come again but causing me so much pain that I couldn’t move.
I was still conscious but was in too much pain to move as these three petite females grabbed me and lifted me out of the van. I was carried to a detention cell as I started to regain some of my strength. I guess the females noticed I was recovering because once I reached the detention cell I was thrown intentionally towards the bed corner. As I flew through the air I could just see the corner approaching and landed with a thud, smacking my groin straight against it. I heard more giggles from the three X-corps females then dropped on the floor cradling my aching, swollen balls.
The artificial light of the detention hall activated, beaming straight into my eyes. I could only assume it was daytime. I got up and lugged myself onto the bed. Whilst I had been sleeping someone had injected a small cylindrical microchip, no larger than three mm just above my penis. Due to the depth of penetration I found myself unable to remove it. Nevermind I thought, it’s probably a tracking device. Still the first duty of a prisoner is to escape and I have no chance of doing so until I remove it. I guess I’ll just wait until I know the area then I’ll remove it and make my escape.
My cell was about five meters by five with no windows to daylight, just one window (situated about 1.7m (head height) high in the door) to see into the main area where the guards sat and otherwise a thick metal door as the only possible exit. The door had a hatch about 1 meter above the ground which was about thirty cm by thirty cm; I guess they served food through there. As I said the first duty of a prisoner is to escape so I walked up to the door and peered through its window, only to have them close the shutter on me. In retaliation I started banging on the door, I had to see outside, I had to know how many guards there were, what their rotations were. At the very least this banging may provoke a response, let’s see how they deal with prisoners. I kept banging look steadfastly at the shutter, hoping it would open.
I felt that same dull pain course thorough my stomach and looked down to see a fist pull back from the lower hole in the door. Whilst I had been banging, the women (who had no compulsion about using below the belt tactics) had opened the lower shutter in the door and punched me square in the balls. I guess that lower hole wasn’t just used for food. I tried to stagger back, but before I could the same hand flew through the hole again and grabbed my testicles.
“Don’t step over the line male. We’ll go easy on you this time!” With that, an angelic, yet very angry female voice stopped, and she squeezed my testicles, twisted them then pulled them towards her. AS she pulled I had no choice but to follow, getting pulled straight into the door, face first. Whilst I was being pulled against the door I felt a second hand unzip my flies and pull out my testicles and penis. The hand seemed to probe my shaft, embarrassingly making my penis grow, until I was just about to ejaculate. Then suddenly the same female hand let go of me, but before I could pull away it grabbed my balls again, squeezed, twisted then pulled, followed by a hard knee to my testes, which was made even worse by my balls being slammed against the top of the hole in the door.
I felt so emasculated, I was trying to cause trouble for the guard but whilst I was facing the door banging against it she had quietly opened the lower hole in it and punched my testes and then pulled my balls through this hole leaving me unable to defend myself. My hands could not pass through the lower hole as it was too far away and there was no way for me to bend as I was pressed square against the door, totally immobile. I had been totally outwitted by this female guard. She kneed me once more for good measure then pushed her hand through the hole into my cell, ******* me to stumble back and away from the door, to sit on my bed, cradling my manhood as I rocked back and forth in a vain attempt to dilute the pain.
I had no clock so any attempt to tell the time would be a waste of space but quite a while later my cell door opened slowly and a beautiful blonde in a pink cardigan and short black skirt opened the door.
“Come with me,” she commanded. I stood up. “Uh, uh, uh!” she objected playfully. “I’ve heard about you, you’re quite the tough guy.”
“Tough guy?” I thought. “I’ve been repeatedly beaten and outsmarted by women who were much smaller than me by just one hard hit to my balls. If I’m tough then what have all those other guys been like?” I stood before her, my black trousers still unzipped.
“I see you were the one banging on the door, huh George? I hope Claire wasn’t too hard on you. It’s just we have rules about such unruly male behavior!” She said that in a very matter of fact manner and yet I knew it was an insult, it seems the government’s verbal restructuring program is converting the word male to mean bad, and succeeding.
“Claire?” I asked.
“Oh dear, pretty but not too bright are we? Claire is the guard. And before you get any ideas, don’t worry we don’t need more than one. One female can easily take on a gaggle of males and win. Well now, as I was saying earlier, I don’t wish to have to kick your balls in. Then I’ll have to carry you all the way to the interrogation room, so don’t force me to.” She paused to flick her hair from her face and whilst examining the cell in a very bored manner continued.
“Let’s make sure you can’t fight shall we?” She pressed a small button on her wristwatch. Painlessly and noiselessly the little microchip above my penis activated and extended round my genitalia, just like a Nutcracker. It then expanded, ******* my balls and penis forwards to almost point at her through my trousers.
“A little tip big boy, you may wish to unzip your fly. It’s going to get very uncomfortable walking around with your penis and balls rubbing against the hard metal of the trouser zip.” She smiled playfully as I obeyed her commands.
“Let’s go!” she reiterated and I followed obediently, my penis and balls sticking out through my unzipped trousers. I approached some opaque sliding doors which respectfully opened as the female in front of me approached and started to close soon after ******* me to jump through. As I jumped my thighs pressed against the ring of the Nutcracker and I felt my balls squeeze against my nutsack and the hard cold metal collar that surrounded my manhood. As I gasped in pain she turned to face me.
“Oh sorry, you had to jump through that door didn’t you? You see the doors only respond to females.” The room was pitch-black all around except for a white spot light which down on the center of the room. The room itself must have been huge since the blackness seemed to go on forever. It must have been at least twenty by twenty meters.
“Honey,” she began, “my name is Dr. Ryan, and I’m sorry to say that it is my job to firstly information from you about your male resistance group and secondly to reintegrate you into society. Now there are two ways to go about this, either you tell me everything and I, well…” She paused and slowly ran her hands over her chest and into her cardigan. “…and I, well, reward you, or you refuse and I beat it out of you.”
This could be my chance I thought, I can take this woman in a fight, just turn sideways and then she can’t kick my balls. She’s just one woman; I need only hit her once!
I looked her up and down as if challenging her then feigned a confident grin. “I’m sure you could beat it out of me… it’s just that....” I paused and ran my finger round the Nutcracker. “It’s hardly fair is it? You have me at a disadvantage.”
“Oh you mean your balls, well that’s…” she grinned mockingly, she knew exactly what I meant but she couldn’t help but say that.
“NO!” I interrupted. “The Nutcracker.”
“I see. Well it’s only there to stop you from running away.” She pressed a button on her watch and the Nutcracker retracted back into the microchip.
“ARRRGGHH!” I shouted as I charged at her, jumping just as I was about to reach her.
She stared at me implacably then rolled onto her back. As I flew over her she thrust her leg up kicking my balls whilst I was in midair. Fortunately the kick didn’t fully connect and I hit the ground but managed to break my fall with my hands then quickly staggered to my feet. She really had expected to connect fully and was still lying on the ground. Quickly she tried to get up but as she got to her feet I grabbed her from behind, grabbing her and holding her by her breasts. I tried to bear hug her, lifting her into the air. She was obviously in pain but just managed to slam her heel into my groin. I felt my grip weaken but continued to hold on, squeezing her and her breasts even harder.
“Argh, let go!” she screamed as she slammed her heel into my dangling balls again. I felt them smack into my pelvis. I could barely breathe but I kept my grip, she was weakening too, her back heels were becoming less decimating. I squeezed her even harder then fell forward before she could reload for another kick and slammed her down on the floor. I pushed myself up off her, pressing down on her butt as I went, ******* her back onto the floor. I stood up but before I could step up off her she kicked her leg upwards and backwards straight into my groin, connecting fully from underneath. I reeled back and fell at her feet. . I saw her slowly getting to her feet and realized that if I were to have any chance of beating her I would have to get up too.
“You tore my cardigan you lousy male animal. Now I’m angry!” She ripped off her cardigan, revealing her round bouncing breasts, supported only by an overly tight push-up bra. By this time I was also on my feet but in a much worse state than she. She had got most of her breath back in the time that I had been fighting the aching in my balls.
“Uh,” she exhorted as she threw a snapping kick forward. I just managed to miss but couldn’t help bending forward instinctively. During this moment of weakness she punched me in the head as I leaned forward sending me flying backwards. Whilst I struggled to regain my equilibrium she walked straight towards me, and thrust her leg up, hard into my aching balls.
Fortunately the hit was far weaker than usual since she was a little weakened and I just gasped and hunched forwards slightly, resting my hands on my thighs. I was running on empty. This one female had defeated me by targeting just one area of my body, the head punch was merely a chaser to the decimating hits to my testicles. I saw her preparing to throw another kick and jumped back into the shadows. The room must have been quite large and only the very center was illuminated with a spotlight. I disappeared in the shadows; thank god I was wearing black. She knew that trying to find me in the shadows would be very hard and instead used this time to recuperate, remaining in the spotlight.
“Where are you little man? What’s wrong? Was I too much for you?” She started to caress her breasts and slipped out of her skirt. Openly in front of me she started to run her fingers up and down her almost naked body. All she was wearing was a tiny tight pair of panties and a tight black bra that she was nearly flowing out of.
“Why was she doing this?” I thought then suddenly I realized her plan. Her beautiful smooth body was very distracting and I could feel my penis getting bigger. I hadn’t realized due to my fly still being unzipped but now my penis was starting to become very erect.
Focus! Come on man, focus! I thought. All I knew at this moment was that I had to defeat her. I couldn’t concentrate though; her body was too alluring so I just went on instinct. I charged at her from the side, my erect penis swinging around, and grabbed her. A shocked expression grew across her face as I grabbed her as she was not expecting such a sudden attack, but that shock only increased as my penis thrust into the side of her thigh. "You’re finished," I thought. "You are in a perfect bear hug." My hands had encircled her body, meeting at her right arm. Her legs couldn’t reach me and I could see the left side of her head. She struggled but right now I was still stronger than she. She struggled more then suddenly that wry female grin I have come to expect flashed across her face again. Before I could figure out what she was thinking, her left arm, which was pinned against my body turned slightly and her hand cupped my testicles and then clenched them.
“Uuuh, oh, oh, oh!” she was saying, as though she were getting turned on by all this. “Ooohhh!” she cried as she squeezed down hard on my balls like a vice tightening on two marbles.
“AARRRGGHH!” I screamed as hands automatically released her from the bear hug to move to protect my balls. It was too late she gripped them with her other hand too pressing herself against me continuing with the deep breathing.
“I’ve had enough of you male!” she screamed as she rammed her knee up into my balls whilst moving her hands to my shoulders to hold me down. She was preparing for another hit and I was all but finished. Using my last ounce of strength I threw a punch in her stomach, figuring that on a woman it may the best I can get to hitting balls since it could wind her. And it did. It was her turn to back off, dropping to the floor simultaneously with me, but the two of us clutching different areas of our anatomy.
Once again she started to get up sooner and it was up to me to force myself up in order to be ready for her attack. To recover, I quickly stumbled into the shadows of the room again, only to have her continue with the exhortations of “ooohhhh” and have her caress herself seductively. Quickly I ran at her, with the intention of throwing a punch to her head to knock her out once and for all but it was at this moment that I figured out why she had been acting so sexual. My erection was in full and as I attacked she ducked my punch and grabbed my cock which was an easy target, being a good six inches in front of my body. She started to spin in a circle, holding my penis hard in hand as she did, ******* me to once again spin with her, only to have her stop and face me, my legs wide apart in an attempt to keep my balance.
THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD.
She nailed me six times in the balls and all I could do in return was exhale and quickly try and re-inhale. With her hands clamped around something as easily grabbed as my erect penis I could not pull free, nor could I protect my balls with my hands, as hers blocked my way. I dropped like a stone to the floor whilst this female, using her body, intelligence, grace and natural female advantage remained over me, a triumphant smirk glowing from her. Her defeat of the male animal. I think to her it was the final proof she needed of female superiority. She beat me by using the fact that all men think with their dicks. In fact she gave me an erection mid-fight and used it against me, it was my body and I couldn’t stop her. I lay on the floor, my hands cupped round my groin.
“Never…” She kicked my hands and I moved them away. “Try…” She kicked again, this time with no protection she struck the back of my testicles, causing me to scream. “That…” She kicked once more. “Again!” She kicked again. And in spite of the situation and the pain I could still vaguely see her breasts bounce with every kick which only caused my erection to grow.
I was fetal on the ground now, barely able to move and almost completely unaware of my surroundings. All I could hear were her footsteps as she stepped around me again and again looking down at her beaten opponent.
"Move your hands away!" she commanded and I obeyed.
I heard her watch bleep and the Nutcracker reactivated.
"Get up." I obeyed, slowly and cautiously staggering to my feet, being careful not to augment my pain by pressing my legs against the Nutcracker. Without a word she triumphantly marched out of the room and I followed behind her. As we left the room the doors slid shut behind me.
I looked around to see the sirens in the corridors begin flashing and the main lighting drop to a fifth its normal level, throwing shadows across the corridors.
"ATTACK UNDERWAY. Y-RESISTANCE ATTACKING. ALL PERSONNEL TO STATIONS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!" a woman's voice proclaimed over the base intercoms. My allies had come, now was my chance to escape!
Distracted, Doctor Ryan had momentarily let her guard down. By now I had learned that I had to take her out quickly, any delay and she could order the Nutcracker to ******** me, if she didn’t just do it herself with those decimating kicks of hers.
Using all my weight and residual strength I threw a punch into the back of her head and she collapsed on her back to the floor, dazed but still conscious. I couldn’t believe it, what does it take to defeat these women?!
“Nutcracker, begin tightening,” she mumbled.
“No!” I thought. I could feel this thing round my genitalia slowly tightening and expanding. By default the Nutcracker tightens slowly unless a speed is specified. Thankfully the doctor had been too fazed to define one which meant I had about two minutes. I stumbled towards her and dropped to my knees; my legs spread either side of her stomach, but placed so to not leave my manhood vulnerable to an unexpected knee. This helped buy me some time as my legs were now spread wide and so the Nutcracker would take longer to fully emasculate me.
Pinning her arms down with my elbows I leaned over her and placed my hands on her neck. “Order it to stop bitch!” I yelled, the blearing of the sirens ******* me to scream.
“Ha, ha, soon you will be nothing but a ********* male. I suppose for you it would be a step up.”
“Order it to stop now bitch. I will not ask you again!” And with that I pressed a little against her windpipe. I could feel her warm, soft stomach rubbing against my balls as the Nutcracker ****** them away from my body and down towards hers.
“Ha, ha, look at you Dangler. Wouldn’t you rather be female? Even now your masculinity betrays you.” With that her glistening, playful eyes gestured towards my balls. I followed her gaze and realized my balls rubbing on her stomach were causing my penis to grow. I felt my ears reddening and her playful expression betrayed a condescending curiosity to my inability to control my own body.
“Look, if you don’t tell me I may… (I paused as the Nutcracker’s continuing expansion was now causing my testes to sting) …suffer, but you will be dead.” Beads of sweat had already started forming on my forehead, it was apparent to the both of us that I was not joking and that both our fates would be decided by her decision within the next few seconds.
She gazed at me, her turquoise eyes seeming to see straight into me. “Nutcracker, cease tightening,” she commanded.
I uttered a sigh of relief. But I now found myself in an equally awkward predicament.
Of course she had already realized and began to tease me. “Now what male? If you release me I will defeat you again, just like I did last time, then I will make sure you are tortured before being strung up by your balls. And if you don’t soon the guards will arrive and they will do it to you anyway for assaulting an X-Corps scientist.” The unwavering confidence of her smirk disconcerted me just as much as her words. She obviously still had the strength to defeat me in a physical battle and should she begin to lose – somehow- just one verbal command and the Nutcracker would rip my sac off.
I was starting to feel panicked and just snapped. “Not this time bitch!” I yelled as I slammed her head into the floor again and again. My elbows were lifted off her arms as I did this and immediately her hands shot into my groin as she clasped my balls. I could feel her squeeze and contort my sac as I smacked her head into the floor. We had a battle of resilience on our hands, whoever passed out first lost. I was squeezing my eyes shut, trying to block out the sharp pain she was causing me and I could feel my awareness slipping away. As my arms automatically slammed her head into the ground again and again I heard her aroused breaths flowing from her lips with every twist of my balls. We continued trying to destroy each other for several seconds when suddenly I realized her grip had been released. I cautiously opened my eyes, I had finally knocked her out and her arms were now limp by her sides.
Ironically in spite of all the pain she had been causing me the view of her bountiful, rounded breasts in her bra and her smooth glistening skin momentarily pity her and despise my actions. I wonder if men could ever beat women in a fight, it’s almost preprogrammed into us that we shouldn’t hit them and when we do we disappoint ourselves.
“Snap out of it George!” I thought. I staggered to my feet, using the hand railing by my side to as a support – this is no time to be philosophical. Down the corridor I could hear the clicking of high heels, X-corps guards were approaching and I was in no shape to beat them. Hell I doubt I could beat them even with a platoon of men at my side. Quickly I robbed the doctor of her watch, placing it in my pocket – perhaps I could figure out how to use it to get out of here. I then took her *********** body and draped her over my left shoulder. I needed her since the doors only opened in response to female DNA.
The physical strain the fights had put my balls through was evident, as they were now super-sensitive. Just the doctor’s limp arms brushing by them as I walked caused me discomfort, making me twist my body slightly to stop her arms swinging into them. Quickly I turned the first corner I came to, ensuring I was out of the line of sight of the approaching guards. Just in the nick of time too, as I heard their whispers soon after. I peered round the corner and glimpsed two women standing where I had just fought the doctor– a blonde and a brunette stood together, Incapacitators in hand. I couldn’t make out the blonde as was facing away from me and had now started moving down the corridor, away from me. However the brunette was moving up it and getting closer. I had never seen such a well-endowed woman; her breasts were so huge and obviously unsupported that they bounced, even when tightly squeezed into her cat-suit.
I turned and began a furtive, fast-paced strut down my corridor, hoping to turn another corner or find a room then totally lose her through the maze of corridors.
I was just about to turn the corner when I heard her voice chase me to the corner. “HALT!” she cried. I glanced at her and saw a flash from her gun.
A dull pain spread throughout my inner thigh and penis. The pellet from the Incapacitator had slammed into my thigh and ricocheted into my penis. Thank god! I thought. If that damn thing had slammed my balls I would be back in the jail cell clutching myself.
She fired again and this time the pellet slammed into the *********** doctor’s dangling arm. The force of the shot though made her arm swing into my balls, causing me to instinctively bow to the brunette to protect my groin. I looked up and saw a bemused grin on her face. She was probably trying to comprehend how my balls could be so sensitive that just a simple graze of an *********** woman’s arm could hurt me.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
On hearing the shots I instinctively turned. Just in time too! Three more pellets slammed into the outside of my right thigh. Shocked, I darted round the corner, the X-corps brunette in close pursuit, the stinging pain in my penis slowly fading.
The brunette darted round the corner, expecting to find me halfway down this new corridor but instead she found me standing in front of her. I had only made it appear as if I had darted away but instead had been lying in wait. She ran right into me and I grabbed her by her breasts and drove her backwards into the wall behind her. Catching her by surprise meant I had gained the upper hand and she had dropped her gun and left her guard down. I guess she was too confident.
She slammed into the wall but it had only taken her a second to recompose herself and as she bounced off the wall she used that momentum to thrust her knee forwards. I groaned. The shock and pain of the knee meaning I was unable to stop myself. I was still driving her backwards as the hard bone of her knee connected with the soft tissue of my groin and I slammed right into her. My hands squeezing into her breasts tightly as the pain lanced through me.
“ARGH!” she yelped, shaking her head as if to shake off the pain of my squeezing hands. As she shook her head her shoulder length hair brushed my face, obscuring my view and causing me to close my eyes. As my eyes were shut I was unable to maintain my bearings and was ****** to press into her to keep her at bay. In frustration she slammed another devastating knee into my groin. My eyes squeezed shut again, but this time it wasn’t to protect them from her flailing hair but from the aching pain, which I was becoming all too familiar with.
That knee ended me and I lost my grip on her breasts. I slid down her, feeling the smooth leather round her breasts and stomach caress my face as I fell. She was still leant up against the wall and I was on my knees at her feet, legs spread. I just caught her ogle my balls before she flung her foot between my legs. With that I dropped backwards on my back and went fetal in an attempt to protect myself from more abuse. She was still in pain, but figuring I was beaten, was in no rush to finish me. Through the haze of pain I spied the Incapacitator gun by her side and I quickly reached for it. She was still up against the wall, rubbing her breasts around in her cat suit, when she realized what I was doing. Just as I grabbed the gun I turned to lie on my back and face her as she stepped into my groin.
“Umph,” I mumbled. She smiled sadistically and twisted her foot again. Without thinking I took the gun and fired at her. Given my lower angle and weakened state I wasn’t able to shoot as high as intended and the pellets hit her in the pussy. When shot there at almost point blank range, even a woman could be caused pain from this gun. However whereas at this range a man would be on the floor *********** for several hours (much like I was earlier) she simply jumped back against the wall, yelped and grabbed her vagina. She turned sideways to me, still leaning against the wall, one of her thighs crossed in front of the other. In her shiny cat-suit this stance just made her look more alluring and curvaceous and my penis started to get chubby.
As I pushed myself along the floor away from her, so as to get out of her ‘leg shot’ I kept the gun trained on her face. The resistance had taught me that the only part of a woman’s body that was vulnerable enough to the Incapacitator so as to wound her was the face. Like an exhausted animal I backed away whilst this calculating female kept her eyes locked on me, scanning me for a moment of weakness, when she could pounce.
As I stood up my thigh pressed into my Nutcracker, stretching my sac and causing me to flinch and momentarily drop the gun to my side. In an instant I heard the click of her heels along the metal floor as she sprinted towards me and just managed to glimpse her bouncing breasts and long legs before I felt her foot slam into my groin. Her leg was perfectly placed. It had elegantly slipped up between both my legs and exactly whacked my balls. I fell forwards and into her, vainly hoping to use my weight to topple her, though she was ready for me and caught me, her long strong legs momentarily bending to cushion the force of my body landing in hers. Once again I found myself helpless in a woman’s arms. My legs were dragging beneath me and only her arms hooked under mine were keeping me aloft.
“Are you okay sexy?” she asked sweetly, her heaving breasts rubbing my face. All I could do was groan.
“I guess that’s a no. It’s too bad you’re a resistance fighter; you’re kind of cute!” she purred. “Oh well!” With that she flicked her leg forward into my balls then unhooked her arms from under mine, causing me to slump fetal to the floor.
She kicked me a couple more times in my hands, which were cupped, protectively, round my balls to ensure I was beaten and no threat, then bent over and picked up her gun.
“WARNING LEVEL 2 BREACH. ENGAGING LEVEL 2 DEFENCES!” screeched a voice over the siren.
At that moment the door on my left exploded and five Y-Resistance troops poured out, to form a shield around me. The brunette, meanwhile, had already darted for cover round the corner and was firing at the Resistance troops. The first volley of pellets from the brunette flew straight into the first man’s groin but simply bounced off and though he appeared to bend slightly and sneer he seemed unaffected. With that she disappeared round the corner again, doubtless to change the setting on her gun to fire ‘cup bypass pulses.’
Affectionately called ‘Super Man Stoppers’ by the Corps - due to their ability to take advantage of a man's testicles even when he is wearing a protective cup- they are more like pulses of compressed air that slam into the man’s cup. The compressed air permeates any gaps in his clothing and any between him and his cup. The air then ‘slaps’ the testicles causing him enough discomfort to make him unable to focus mentally. One hit and he is fazed but still standing, two hits and he will drop to a knee in pain. This is a recent weapon and was only invented to decrease the fatality rate of Y-corps fighters to X-corps troops. You see any captured fighters become hostages and potential subjects for torture etc all of which would increase the number of potential sources of secret information the X-corps could obtain. Plus since we men haven’t been able to think of a weapon that can incapacitate women with ease we are ****** to use ‘fatal weapons’, which only decrease our standing in the eyes of the public – who despise fatalities of any kind.
“Two of you men carry away this guy, you two provide covering fire!” yelled the commander as he slipped through the hole in the door. Two guys picked me up and began to carry me away. Just before I was lifted through the corridor hole I saw a second air pulse slam into one of the guys balls. At such a range of just ten meters or so the guy was so incapacitated that he was reduced to an arched pile on the floor. As he dropped I could distinctly hear a sexual exhortation from the brunette, even through the gun fire. The second guy providing covering fire foolishly bent to pick up the first but as he tried a rapid fire volley of at least five or six air pulses slammed into his legs, throwing him off balance and causing him to fall on his back. Before he could move, another rapid fire set of pulses collided with his balls and he joined his comrade, fetal on the floor.
“Leave them, they’re gone!” yelled the resistance group commander. As the two troops dragged me down another corridor he laid down suppressing fire, beads of sweat from the gun heat dripping down his face, I couldn’t help but feel inferior, this situation being a perfect exemplification of life. Whilst the female moved around with a graceful, elegant, precise gun which could never be used to hurt her own gender we men were ****** to use a brutish, thuggish gun that was more like a club. I guess it underlined the difference in the refinement of the genders.
“Grenade!!” yelled the commander and the troops all hit the deck.
The grenade exploded, a pink gas proliferating through down the corridor.
“What the hell is that?” I yelled at one of the troops.
“Pheromone grenade, heads up buddy!”
I didn’t realize that that was a double entendre, not for a few seconds anyway, until I realized my trousers appeared to be imitating a circus tent. Looking around I saw the three other troops, who were now leaning way forward as they scurried down the corridor.
The commander ran forward and proceeded to explain. “That was a pheromone grenade; the gas seeps through your pores or gets into your lungs and reacts with the body. It basically gives us erections. Think Viagra in highly concentrated gaseous form.”
The commander couldn’t look me in the eye as he explained he almost seemed ashamed of himself. “Those damn bitches!!!” he yelled. I could feel my erection in my trousers growing more and more and the troops carrying me were finding it more and more painful to run, their penises undoubtedly grazing against the inside of their hard plastic cups. Even the commander was doing a strange sort of waddle.
“Commander, I can’t do this, my, argh, my groin!”
“Remove the damn cup then!”
Once again the females had taken advantage of male biology. It was so simple and elegant, with our penises erect we men couldn’t run, we couldn’t fight and most of all we couldn’t wear cups. We were defenseless. And we are meant to be their protectors!
We continued running down the corridor, the brunette had probably been ordered to break off pursuit and wait for reinforcements (though I can’t help but think that one woman could have taken us all on and won, especially given our current, ‘disadvantaged’ state). We regrouped with the other Y-resistance teams who had infiltrated the base, some of whom had obviously also been ‘pheromoned’ and were either waddling, had undone their flies – penises sticking out and to attention, or were pressing theirs down with both hands. For a highly trained military organization we weren’t looking very professional!
We all charged through a hole in the ‘main complex’ wall and ran into the open ground. I heard some whispering, and from what I could gather the females had sealed off the escape exit. Leaving us trapped. We had to fight our way out!
The males whose penises weren’t so erect that they were unable to fight, formed the main front line, at least fifty of us in total were facing off against thirty of them, though ten or so of us were too aroused to be of much use. The two genders met across a huge, flat courtyard. Immediately the men started shooting as did the women. It was vaguely interesting to watch, all the men were firing at the women’s heads and torsos whilst all the women were shooting low. Men fell in pain, women fell wounded.
I locked my eyes on the voluptuous, 5 7” brunette who had so deftly defeated me earlier. She was already engaged in a hand to hand fight with one of the ‘unerect’ males. He threw a punched. She dodged it but was just clipped in the stomach. But she spun with the hit and did a 360, her leg coming round to strike him in the side of his outer thigh. His leg appeared limp from the kick and she slammed her high heel spike into his foot. It was almost comical the way he grabbed that foot and started hopping on one leg. She then swung her leg high up into his balls but as soon as he hit the floor he was up on both feet again and the brunette’s foot was obviously hurting from colliding with just his cup. They both backed away and composed themselves.
Suddenly she unzipped her cat-suit top and flashed him. I must say I was impressed, she wasn’t wearing a bra and he got a real nice show. At least he did till she leapt at him and slammed her back into his chest. Instinctively the man’s hands flew round and grabbed her chest, but finding only her breasts he couldn’t help but squeeze. The brunette used her left hand to pin his to her breasts and used her right to grab his cup and, with surgical precision, dislodge it. I say surgical because I know what she did. A standard X-corps technique is to lift the cup slightly so the balls slip out underneath and outside it whilst the penis remains protected inside the shield. She must have done it perfectly because as she slammed the palm of her hand back onto his cup he gave out a high pitched yell and dropped to his knees, his testicles undoubtedly being ‘cut’ by the cup’s edge. She then kicked up between his legs and he hit the floor, riving around in pain. Poor guy, with that kick his testicles were probably splattered against the outside of his cup, it wouldn’t surprise me if she had ********* him.
The battle continued for almost twenty minutes, but it was soon apparent we were losing. Suddenly the Commander who had saved me originally jumped up behind me.
“Don’t worry laddie, we have a contingency plan. Take this!” he thrust his palm forward to reveal a small pellet, the size of a pill. I looked bewildered.
“It’s a communications device, tracking device and can be used as an explosive as a last resort. Take it and hide it under your tongue. The pellet shapes itself to the tongue to hold itself in place.
I grabbed it and did so. I knew this device. I knew what the commander was planning.
Just then our final battle line collapsed and the women charged the commander and he braced himself as the leader of the attacking females slammed her foot up into his groin. With his cup removed due to his erection and the lack of his penis absorbing even some of the blow, the commander yelped like a girl and his face flew into the floor. The redhead stood over him as he rived in pain then sneered and stooped and lay on his back, ******* him flat on the floor. She took his legs and spread them, took some scissors and cut a hole in the crotch of his trousers. She then seductively moved her hand up his thigh and into the hole. After fishing around momentarily she drew his balls out through the hole and attached a small metal collar round his testicles. I was trying to figure out what was happening when suddenly a foot slammed into my groin and I started groaning again. I was rolled onto my stomach and a woman lay down on my back. I felt her cut the same hole in my trousers and attach a similar collar to my balls.
“Here’s what happens baby. This is new, let’s call it the slicer. This is how it works, you step out of line and we kick you in the balls. The collar is sharp at the edges and so with the kick YOUR balls with slam into the collar’s blades and they will be sliced off! Men don’t get second chances with these things. In fact the best part is the Incapacitator will also slice your balls should it hit them whilst they are collared like this!
No I need more of the story. That cant be the way it ends.
I obviously agree. I have been waiting for a sequel for years now.