The Apocalypse and The Resistance pt. 2

Hey guys! I really hope you enjoy part 2 of this series. It’s been in the works longer than I anticipated, and I hope to have the third part out in a timely manner. I also plan to write some shorter stories to fill in the gaps in between installments. As always, let me know what you’d like to see in future parts and what I should improve on, or what you’d like to see me write in general! Also, [here’s](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/ZTAcBAE5XO) a link for part one that you should check out if you want to catch up on the lore from this universe.

Lieutenant Lance Carter, second in command of resistance cell Delta, sat in his office, pondering his life before the fall of mankind. It had been years since he had first received his training and climbed his way through the ranks of the resistance. He was however quite ecstatic about the new breakthrough the resistance scientists were making. There have been significant developments on a serum that reverted the effects of whatever was causing women to become deadly ballbusting machines. Finally, there was a possibility that society could be restored, and the world could stand a chance at normalcy once again.

As he pondered this, the Admiral had suddenly recalled a vivid scene from the past: he was on a train heading to an important business meeting right when it all had happened.

10 Years before…….

Lance Carter, then a shareholder of a large corporation, sat in his seat across from a gorgeous blonde woman who was conversing on the phone. Lance couldn’t help but slip in a few looks at her inviting cleavage that was on display as he sipped his coffee nervously. He tried his best to hide his growing erection, which was now beginning to pulse in his pants in response to the sight of the buxom woman before him. He was lucky there was a table blocking the view of his bulge. “Fuck, there’s a whole hour left on this ride, I gotta distract myself somehow ” lance thought to himself. He decided to pull up the morning news on his phone to take his mind elsewhere.

“Breaking: The Presidential speech set to take place in Dallas TX today was halted a half hour ago, due to a seemingly all female mob attempting to overpower security and attack the president. Sources still are unable to confirm the status of the POTUS at this time, as the event is still ongoing. We’ll keep you updated minute by minute as we get new coverage. In other news-“

The newscaster was interrupted by several females that broke into the studio off camera. “Hey, you can’t be here while we're filming.” The newscaster said as sounds of violence and men screaming began to erupt in the background. “Holy shit, shut it off! Shut it off!” The broadcast was cut, and an error message was displayed.

“W-what the fuck happened?!” A bewildered Lance muttered to himself. Just then, a commotion was heard in the train car behind him. As the surrounding passengers turned their heads to see what was going on, an audible gasp from everyone on the train car arose as a man stumbled through the door. "Holy shit, what happened to him?" A shocked Lance thought.

He limped in, naked and beaten: His voluminous balls were swollen and purple, and his body was bruised and battered.

“I-I…..need…..help….*cough*……s-someone call the……..police.” Lance immediately dialed up 9-11 as the blonde sitting in front of him got up to help the man. “Poor guy, lemme help you out.” She said, cradling him. He slowly shook his head in fear and began to try to break out of her embrace. She then proceeded to give the broken man a powerful knee to his balls, shattering them. He made several gurgling noises before passing out from shock.

The 911 line was dead

The whole train had erupted into chaos. Women on the train began to viciously assault and tear the clothes off of any man in their vicinity, with the confused men being at a severe disadvantage. A tall man built like a tank charged through the crowd attempting to escape the mob, only to be met with a flying punch from a beautiful Indian woman directly to his giant swinging nuts. “GRAHHHHHH!!!” A deep roar could be heard as the beast of a man collapsed in pain, and from the weight of several women dogpiling him.

Lance’s flashback was suddenly interrupted by a soldier barging into his quarters. “Sir, you need to see this right now.”

The Lieutenant stepped into the resistance conference room, amidst the rest of the resistance leadership scrambling to receive an incoming video transmission. As the large central monitor turned on, the room was greeted with the sight of a darkly lit chamber. In the center stood a bound and gagged man, his fat swollen balls and turgid cock were plainly in view. It was John, a decorated resistance scribe, and he was in pure agony. Two voluptuous women entered the frame: A redhead and an Asian.

The Asian girl immediately went for a sucker punch to his balls, sending John into another realm of spasming pain. Everyone in the room watching felt the pain of the blow sympathetically. “We know your plans boys, and we can’t allow you to continue what you’ve been working on. John here may not have spilled much, but we have our ways". The redhead said, holding up his dog tag as she sexily sauntered toward the camera. Whispers erupted among the rebels: “No! T-they can’t have figured it out!”

The sounds of John’s muffled wails and loud impact noises in the background echoed as the red haired woman smothered the camera with her tits while the transmission cut out.

"Those whores!" an admiral cried. "They'll pay for all they've done!" another shouted.

The leader of the resistance cell, General Warden, far and away the most seasoned member of their division (holding 26 confirmed female eliminations on record) stood up. “Men, I don’t know what’s about to happen, but brace yourselves for the worst”. Just then, an explosion was heard in a far off quadrant of the base. The intercom immediately began to blare: “Attention all units, we’ve been compromised, weapons live, combat stations now!”

“Lance, we need to cut them off on both sides, we’ll both take half the men in this room with us and push our way up.” The general ordered. “Understood.” Lance said as the men stormed out of the room and down separate hallways leading to the main base. The General and his half of the men raced down the corridor, with Warden himself taking charge. Suddenly, two of the reinforced iron doors that separated individual sections of the hallway closed In front and behind the general, leaving him separated from his soldiers. “What the hell happened!” The general exclaimed, banging on the door. “I don’t know, but we’ll try to pry this thing open if we can, just sit tight.” One of the corporals in tow said reassuringly.

As Warden stood puzzled as to how this happened, a sudden rattling came from a Nearby vent. The vent cover exploded and flew into the General stunning him briefly, and from the vent flew a Strikingly Beautiful Hispanic woman, clad In a tight catsuit that accentuated her form. As She gracefully landed before him, The General took notice of a gas mask that hung rather loosely from her waist, and the cleavage of the breasts her suit was struggling to contain. Warden immediately went for his rifle to fire at her only to find it jammed. “Looks like you’re gonna have to come closer, big guy” The Latina said before giving her ass a smack. Something seemed different about her, strange even, but he couldn’t pinpoint what. “You bitch.” That General spat. “You think you alone can take me? When I’m done with you, you’re gonna choke on my cock till you die! He exclaimed. “Good luck with that, your balls are mine.” The woman said as she slipped on her mask and pulled out a small remote from between her cleavage. As she pressed a button on it, the ventilation system activated and the room immediately began to flood with a pinkish gas. “W-what the fuck? How could you have done that? The dumbfounded General stammered. “We know a lot about you boys, and what you’ve been up to, and we won’t leave you any chance to protect the male species, or your pathetic nuts. We won’t rest until you’ve all been relieved of the burden that is your balls.” She said.

“Fuck” The gas began to affect Warden, his cock stiffening against the reinforced cup in his pants to the point of pain. His immense dick and heavy ballsack flopped out of his fatigues, scarred and weathered from years of resistance fighting. “Pathetic my ass.” The general retorted wittily. “Impressive, but those will only prove to be bigger targets.” The Latina assassin said.

The two charged at each other, but the general’s raging erection (and his balls) proved to be disadvantageous. However, his skill as a combatant still allowed him a fighting chance. The woman unleashed a flurry of kicks and punches aimed at the Generals' nuts, which were deftly and swiftly countered. As Warden went in for a blow to her midsection, she sidestepped and sent a flying right knee that connected dead on with his balls, and was quickly followed up with a shattering elbow to his nose, breaking it. “AHHUGH, YOU BITCH!” He said, one hand holding his nose and the other holding his balls. The woman took advantage of General Warden’s stunned state and pulled out a stun baton. “Wanna touch tips?” She said as she plunged her rod into his rod. 50,000 volts coursed through his dick and balls as the General cried out in unfathomable pain. “FUSSAAGHHHHHHHNNNNUHGHAGHHH-.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon.” The vixen cooed.
With all the strength he could muster whilst having the life shocked out of his genitals, the General began to swing his fists erratically at the woman. She dodged the first two blows with relative ease, but the third clocked her right in the breasts (causing them to pop out of her catsuit), knocking her and the baton to the ground. Despite General Warden’s pain, he took advantage of the moment and pounced on her, pounding her exposed tits into oblivion. “How do you like it huh?!” He shouted. In his fervor, the general failed to notice her knee slide up in between his legs and nail him in his now hypersensitive balls. As he bellowed in pain and slid off of her, she wasted no time getting to her feet and slamming her combat boot clad foot into his right nut before he could close his legs, eliciting a ragged moan from the General.

“You can’t stop all of us. We will *cough* perfect the serum, and we will administer it to as many of you as we can. There will be a place for men in this wor- AGHHH!” Warden’s monologue was cut short by the curvy Latina firing rapid alternating punches into his nuts as she knelt between his legs. He could feel his balls begin to cave in as she ruthlessly laid into them. In an act of desperation, the general just barely managed to reach the stun baton on the ground to his right, and without hesitation jammed it into the woman’s right areola and zapped her. She stopped her assault on the general’s balls and frantically tried in vain to pry the baton off of her breast, but Warden held strong. With his other free hand, he sent a punch flying at her head that was packed with force of a Mack truck, rendering her unconscious and knocking off her mask as she flew backwards off of him.

General Warden staggered to his feet, feeling relieved, but in immense pain. His balls were swollen and on fire. His cock was engorged and harder than it has ever been, now casting a looming shadow over the vile bitch he had just bested. Despite his rage, he couldn’t help but ravish her body and her curves, his dick still throbbing with need. Before lust could fully consume him, the reinforced steel door behind the General suddenly opened.

To his horror, through the thick pink smog walked in not resistance soldiers, but three more women in catsuits, armed each with stun batons, cattle prods, and baseball bats.

Lieutenant Lance and his portion of the crew continued to charge down the halls of the base until they made it to the main chamber, where a horrific scene played out before them: The last of the soldiers defending the entrance to the research lab were making their final stand. One man had charged desperately into two girls, who then delivered a joint flying kick to his nuts, obliterating them. Another man was being restrained as women took turns delivering roundhouse kicks to his balls and beating him to a pulp. Lance and the admirals looked upon the defeated corpses and barely conscious husks of their comrades before them with immense dread. In order to pass through to the place the serum was held, they had a veritable army of women to fight their way past. They were going to succeed, or lose their balls trying.

A beautiful brunette stepped forward. “Aww look, more males trying to keep their species alive, how cute.” She said. Lance walked forward, making sure to keep his distance. “Get out of our way, or we’ll be the last thing you all ever see.” He said with an exaggerated sense of bravado. The brunette snickered. “What do the countless bodies of your pathetic kind littering the ground have to say about that?” She said. “We will avenge them, and take you down.” Lance declared, as both the men entered their combat stance, and the women formed up behind the brunette.

“Lets dance.” Lance said.

TO BE CONTINUED….