The Apocalypse and The Resistance pt. 1

This is my first ever story! I’ve wanted to write one for a while, and finally had the motivation to finish one. I do plan to continue this at some point. If you enjoy, please let me know what I can improve and add to future installments. Thanks for reading!

Years ago, It happened. Something unexplainable.

The course of the world shifted forever. Some said it was divine intervention, others said it was extraterrestrial interference, a few even thought it was some kind of neurotoxin in a large-scale act of bioterrorism. no one knew for sure.

It started locally.

Strange news stories filtered in from rural towns and suburban areas. Reports of women on the street beating the hell out of any man in sight for no seemingly no reason. Bar fights erupting out of thin air, where no man left with his balls intact began to be commonplace. Videos of female security guards forcing men to strip at gunpoint and then summarily tasing their balls went viral. Any guy who tried to put up a fight or escape was overpowered pretty quickly. The common denominator was always dudes getting their nuts pulverized, and no woman seemed to mind.

Then it escalated.

Countries erupted in chaos, and global rioting ensued. Men and women brawled in the streets, the males being beat back with relentless and vicious blows to the balls. Countless men who survived the assaults and stumbled into hospitals were only met with more torture from the female hospital staff. The military was overrun, male world leaders were hunted down and castrated, several national governments and police forces had collapsed, and men by-and-large were forced into hiding. It seemed that every woman on the planet was part of a hivemind-like entity that served only one purpose: the unmanning of mankind.

What remained of the male population either splintered into various resistance cells that attempted to strike back at the females, or retreated into secluded areas of the earth, surviving in isolation.

SEVERAL YEARS LATER……..

“How much longer till we get to the meetup spot you think?” Muttered Steve, the second in command of a squad of male survivors and hardened elite resistance members sent to raid an abandoned supermall, attempting to acquire supplies and technology. “Only a few more minutes at most” replied John, the resident scribe of their outfit. Another member of their detachment, Evan, a battle-worn veteran with several confirmed female kills was sent in to scout ahead signal the all-clear for the group to move in. “Evan was supposed to radio back when the coast was clear hours ago, what the fuck is going on over there?” Interjected Paul, the squad leader. “……y-you don’t think?” Questioned Steve. “No fucking shot. No way in hell any of those bitches are here. This whole damn town is clear of ‘em, our intelligence has shown that they’re thoroughly concentrated further up north.” Asserted Paul. “I-I don’t know man, some of the reports from the other guys that came through here seemed odd. They all mentioned feeling like they were being watched.” Said Steve. “If I know Evan, and I damn well do, he’s tough as nails and got balls of steel. Hell, even if there was a bitch or two down there, I know he can take ‘em. I’m sure he’s fine and waiting for us at the rendezvous point.” Said Paul. “I hope to god you’re right” John said under his breath, sounding less than confident. A few minutes later, the group passed through an old dilapidated security gate and approached the long-empty parking lot of the Mall, the meeting point they had made with Evan.

He was nowhere to be found.

“Shit!” Shouted a dumbfounded Paul. “The execution of this excursion was planned to perfection, and us getting our hands on these supplies and is vital, how could he not follow simple protocol!” Paul complained. He knew Evan was better than this, yet he also knew deep down that something was wrong. “Let’s just head inside and complete the task at hand. If anything, I’m sure he’ll be inside waiting for us.” Steve said. “*sigh* You’re probably right.” reluctantly agreed Paul.

The group pressed onward to the entrance, the dark and looming path ahead proved to be foreboding, and the long since de-powered automatic doors at the front were mysteriously pried open. Cautiously, with flashlights on and rifles drawn, the group trekked through the ominous corridors of the near-ancient mall; searching for any supplies they could gather, and Evan. “Home base this is Sgt. Steve, over.” *static* “Well shit, looks like our radio signal cut short.” Steve realized. “Ah I wouldn’t worry about it now” John said. “We’ll be back in comms range soon enough.” As they climbed the stairs to the upper floor where the old electronics store was located, they hoped to salvage any old world tech they could get. A sudden rustling in the distance startled the men, a shadowy figure could barely be made out darting across the darkness. They knew something, or someone, was in there with them “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” Yelled a now panic stricken John, waving his flashlight around wildly, but to no avail. “Calm yourself!” Said Paul, himself unsure of what that was. “We need to remain focused.” Suddenly, the mall intercom sputtered to life, sending a piercing wave of sheer dread down the soldiers’ spines. A seductive, sensual female voice came through the speakers:

“Hey boys.”

“OH FUCK!” Shouted a terrified Steve

“ABORT! ABORT!!!! RUN FOR YOUR BALLS! Screamed Paul.

As they scrambled back to the entrance, the automatic doors suddenly sealed shut just as the trio was about to escape. Paul, John, and Steve were trapped inside, forced to stay and fight.

Their balls at stake.

All three men turned back around with their rifles trained on anything that so much as looked like it could move, ready at a moment's notice to face any woman that crossed their path. It appeared the emergency generators had been activated, as a small amount of light was illuminating the men’s surroundings. Moments into their return to the base of the staircase, a guttural male groan could be heard in the distance. “Is that- oh fuck.” Whispered John.

A naked Evan came gingerly limping down the stairs towards his comrades. “Evan!” Exclaimed Paul. “What the hell happened to you!” With blood pouring down his face, two black eyes, several missing teeth, a broken arm, and an incredibly swollen ballsack, he had been through hell. “T-they’re h-here *cough* ughhhhh- I tried t-to fight her, b-but she w-“ Before Evan could finish his slurred sentence, an impossibly elegant and graceful leg swung between his legs collided with his already battered hefty low hangers. “Hnggggf uh-“ his balls had reached their limit, as Evan, only on the second step down the staircase, began to dry heave and spasm uncontrollably from sheer pain and exhaustion, then collapsed down the stairs.

At the top of the staircase now stood an incredibly voluptuous and curvy red headed woman, who possessed the grace and poise of a world class ballet dancer. “EVAN NO!” Cried Paul. Before any of them could pull the trigger on the gorgeous woman above them, in one swift motion, an incredibly agile Asian female slid underneath all three men, disarming them of their firearms while quickly dismantling them consecutively. The deconstructed rifles were now sitting disassembled before them, entirely useless. “How the fuck?” A bewildered John stammered. As she stuck the landing beside them and stood up, the woman; sporting supple double D-cup breasts, jet black hair and an incredibly toned figure, stared the men down hungrily. She began to circle them, eagerly eyeing their hefty packages that were now reluctantly growing.

The redhead stood with Evan’s dog tags in her grip.

“Poor old Evan here really gave me quite the struggle while trying to wreck his nuts.” She said in the same sultry tone from over the intercom, running her left hand down her generous thighs and pointing at Evan’s unconscious, broken body In a taunting manner. “It’s a shame, the boy really knew how to put up a fight, and actually managed to get away for a minute there too.” She cooed. “But I guess you men can only take so many hits to the balls and traumatic head injuries before you can’t handle anymore.” Paul felt a simultaneous surge of pure hatred and slight arousal. “We’ll show you bitches what we’re capable of, we aren’t afraid!” He declared.” “We won’t back down!” Steve said in firm solidarity. “For Evan!” John said.

“Aww, how pathetic.” The redhead purred. “Your balls are ours.” As the highly trained veterans assumed their combat stances, the redhead slid down the staircase rail, and like an acrobat sailed over the corpse of Evan. Her hefty E-cup breasts somehow swinging in the air just as gracefully as she.

The fight began, with Paul and John on the redhead, and Steven taking on the Asian alone.

The two naked beauties pounced forth upon the three charging men, their bodies colliding. Paul led the charge, unleashing a fury of punches and kicks on the redhead that she dodged like it was nothing. “Poor baby, what’s wrong, can’t hit me?” The redhead laughed. As John approached her from behind and attempted to put her in a chokehold, the female countered with a pirouette into a spinning kick in the balls. “AUGHH” yelled John, his taut sack in immense pain already. Blinded by fury, Paul lunged at the agile beauty, which was met by her with a downward split into a punch to both Paul and John's nuts, producing a loud crunching sound as they both staggered back in agony.

Meanwhile, the busty Asian had gotten the upper hand on Steve and had forced his legs open, leaving his balls vulnerable to rapid devastating knees. ”You like that? Huh?” she spat mockingly in between ball-shattering blows, fueling Steve’s anger. Through the pain, Steve attempted to block her knees and throw her off balance, but he instead gave her an opening to deliver a powerful kick to his torso, sending him flying through a nearby store window, barreling directly into a counter. Before the soldier could regain his footing, she was on him: leaping through the window and knocking him back to the ground with an uppercut to the nuts. “fuck-ghnngh” Steve grunted in pain before collapsing. She grappled with him on the ground and managed to lock him in a scissor hold between her legs. “Shhhhhhhh it’s ok, just give up those nuts.” The girl said in a faux caring tone as Steve grunted and struggled to breathe, his head sandwiched between her thighs. “That’s it……let it happen.” she whispered. Steve was losing consciousness rapidly; his will fading, his spirit diminished, and his balls on fire.

Suddenly, a spark lit in his soul. “She’s just as human as I am. She may be a woman, but I can do this” Steve thought. He wouldn’t go down without a fight, even if it cost him his balls. With a renewed burst of energy, he pried her legs apart and threw her off of him, quickly standing to his feet and ramming her into a wall. The Asian was stunned, and Steve took full advantage. He landed blow after blow into her face and body, putting every ounce of his strength into beating her into oblivion. “FUCK *punch* YOU *punch* AGHHHH *punch*”

Steve slowed in his onslaught; despite taking a hefty beating, she barely seemed to break a sweat, even after exerting every ounce of strength in his body. “That all you got, big guy?” She asked, spitting a dribble of blood out of her mouth. This was the final straw. In a fit of rage and lust, Steve grabbed the woman’s immense tits and bore down as hard as he possibly could, while she simultaneously slid her slender hands down and squeezed the life out of his balls, needing considerably less pressure to hurt him than vice versa. They both grimaced in pain as they squeezed each other, but Steve’s balls gave out first, as he slowly released his grip on her breasts, he fell to his knees and submitted to her. “It was fun watching you play hero for a minute there, but it’s time you say goodbye to those balls.” she said as she dragged the now pain-delirious Steve over to a nearby cash register. In this moment, Steve’s life flashed before his eyes: Reality after the fall of men, his induction into the resistance, the bonds he shared with his fellow soldiers…..his brothers. Surely it wasn’t all for nothing. “No….not like this…it can’t end this way…..” Steve mumbled hoarsely. “Shhhhhh, it’s alright now” the fierce Asian beauty said, cradling him. She promptly opened up the register, hoisted his badly bruised balls in the drawer, and slammed it shut.

The scream could be heard clear as day as the red headed woman elegantly evaded Paul and John's attacks, the men now growing weary from her assault on their balls. “Ooh, sounds like your friend might be in trouble over there” she said. Unable to pay any mind to their fallen comrade, Paul shakily attempted to send an uppercut straight to her jaw, as John again attempted a flanking maneuver in desperation. The woman yet again skillfully dodged the blow with impossible ease. Paul’s fist connected behind where the woman would’ve been mere moments ago: directly into Johns face, knocking him out cold. “NOOO!!” Paul exclaimed, staring shocked at Johns newly unconscious body. The redhead wasted no time taking advantage of Paul’s stunned state and drove her knee deep into his balls from behind. Paul stumbled forward and vomited. “Aww, did that hurt?” The redhead asked in mock sympathy. As Paul gathered what little strength he had left, he hopelessly attempted one last time to shamble towards her.

The Asian woman had finally made it out of the store and caught up to the pair. Paul’s body had given out mid limp, and both her and the redhead caught him as he fell forward. “Everything’s gonna be ok sweetie” the redhead said. “We’re gonna fix you up” said the Asian as she gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Paul had now been reduced to an incoherent mumbling mess, transfixed on their curvaceous bodies, the pain in his manhood, and the fate of his friends.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM

The women alternated lightning fast knees into Paul’s nuts while he keened and shrieked in pain, foaming at the mouth as his balls were decimated.

“Nighty night!” The girls said in unison as they crushed Paul’s balls with one last synchronized kick.

TO BE CONTINUED……