The Feminist Mob

**BALLBUSTING. A man finds himself in a women’s rights protest of women with no desire to make any friends.**

**Trigger warning: this story contains intense violence, a** >!**mob lynching**!< **and** >!**castration**!<.

>**Original title: «La turba»**
**Original language: Spanish**

>**Translator’s note:** This story was originally written by a 34 year old Spanish woman who goes by the username “*ana*” in *todorelatos.co*m, a Spanish-language website dedicated to erotica and various fictional stories.

>*ana* is kind of a legend in the Spanish ballbusting community, as she is arguably the best Spanish author of ballbusting related stories. Her stories tend to be somewhat cruel and violent, and she genuinely writes in an amazing style of which I am not able to translate in it's full extent. Today I have decided to translate one of my favorites works of her.

>At the end of the story, I will be leaving some foot-notes that explains more about some of the cultural context behind this story.

>(P.D., I tried to translate the story as best as I could, however, I am not a professional translator. I also removed a scene because it involved inappropriate things, but other than that the story was left untouched.)

>Hope you all enjoy!

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Coming back home from work, Daniel, a 30 year old man, heard a loud distant commotion going on.

—What is going on? — he asked himself —Oh yeah, today there was some women protesting because of that girl’s recent rape scandal. I thought it was earlier today though… it was probably extended — he thought to himself (1).

The man got closer to the scene with the hopes of seeing a naked feminist such as the ones that usually appear in the national news (2). He crossed the street and found a group at a distance, in which he could only see women. It was a group of around 30 women who had continued on with the protest even thought it had already finished. Just as he had predicted, more than half of those women, most of them young and between the ages of 18 to twenty-something, were with their tits out in the open, and, for greater joy, were very well endowed with some nice pairs.

—They seem really furious. It is understandable, considering what happened —he thought to himself while hearing their screams and demands, not yet comprehensible due to the distance. When he was at a short distance, he noticed the banners that they were carrying, which expressed anything but love towards the male gender, and, when he heard the phrases they were screaming, he begun to understand that he was observing one of the most radical strands of feminism. He heard slogans such as “*There will be no arms or legs left of the sexist pigs, only small bits of flesh*” and *“Machete to the macho*”, amongst others. (3)

—Why are the prettiest ones always the craziest ones? —he asked himself, while moving to the side so that they could walk past him and without moving his eyes away from their tits, bouncing at the rhythm of the march. He did not like those expressions of hate against the male gender, they were just generalizations, however, he knew better than to say something. The problem however, was that when they were near him, lots of them started calling him *machista* (4), rapist, murderer, etc, to which the rest of women quickly joined. Daniel continued on his way, with a disapproving facial expression, however, he couldn’t contain himself any longer when water bottles started being thrown at him.

—What on earth are you punks doing?! —he screamed at them. He soon regretted doing that, as in less than an instant, he was soon surrounded by those hysterical and irrational girls, who kept calling him every insult imaginable. He saw no escape, so he tried to talk with them, something that he soon found out was useless. The circle kept getting smaller and smaller, and they started throwing stuff at him from who knows where. He had in front of himself quite a few women upon who he wished to do anything to them but fight, even though fighting was the only thing they seemed to want, which made Daniel quite nervous.

—I wouldn’t wish to do this as they’re only women, but I think a good punch that leaves one of them K.O. is all that is required for them to get scared and go away— he thought to himself while positioning himself into a combar stance. He searched for a target to punch, but before he could decide, someone else struck him from behind, with nothing less than a kick to the testicles that he had never expected.

—Shit! Not the balls! —he cursed to himself while tilting his body and holding his groin area. He would have preferred to have been struck in any place but the balls, however it was obvious that the girls knew where it hurts a man the most. He did not know who it had been, but without a doubt she had a great aim. The screams and insults were joined by some voices that congratulated the girl in question, along with an endless amount of laughs. The pain was brutal, but Daniel did not want to give them the satisfaction of watching him fall, so he did the unutterable in order to stand on his feet. However, once again, his pride injured him, as, since he was tilted, he didn’t see the kick to his face coming that would take him to the ground.

While lying face up in the pavement, before he could even hold his nose, another girl quickly ran towards him and kicked his testicles with all her might. Man didn’t even have time to evaluate the damage his dangling friends had just received, because after the kick came an avalanche of strikes from all of the women, who were fighting to stomp his body. Luckily, the quantity of the strikes did not match the “quality” of the first three kicks, since there was so many girls getting in the way of each other, and thus none of them were able to get a good strike in. Even so, the male was very scared, and was only able to cover his face with one hand and his genitalia with his other hand.

—Stop it! Stop it! Stop hitting him! —he heard a woman say among the tumult. At last a little sanity. The mob obeyed and stood watching the beaten male who had been acting so tough. That same girl ordered him to be lifted up. He was about to thank her when she gave another order.

—Let's undress him.

—No, no please, leave me alone. —he asked, trying to get free, but they had him well restrained to keep him on his feet.

—Come on male, aren't you proud of your male body? I am proud of mine. —said the woman, who was one of the half-naked ones. He kept resisting, so the woman had to soothe him with a soothing knee to the balls. Daniel was left in agony as several girls pulled his pants down.

—What a disappointment, no wonder you didn’t want to show us this. —said the woman, in reference to the size of his manhood. Daniel couldn't have been more humiliated, but soon embarrassment turned to panic as the woman grabbed his balls with one hand. The firm grip caused waves of pain in his doubly kicked testicles, although at that moment his ultimate concern was not knowing how far these women were willing to go.

—Now you know how we women feel when we go out in the street afraid of being raped. - she told him, coming within inches of him and increasing the pressure.

Daniel cried and begged for mercy, for he had nothing left to lose but what mattered most to him. But this only served to make her squeeze him hard enough to shut him up. His fear was growing, especially hearing what the other girls were screaming:

—Castrate him!

—Tear his balls off!

—One less rapist!

—Cut off his cock too!

They screamed non-stop.

—We're going to let you go and you may leave, however, if you fall down, that means that you want us to keep playing with you. —she said, gesturing for them to let go. Evidently, Daniel's legs were totally useless and he fell to the ground, although he was finally able to grab his testicles, which were already showing signs of swelling. He couldn't believe how he had ended up like that, he had only gone over to see a few pairs of tits and now he was fearing for his life in front of a group of girls. These girls wasted no time and without giving him a break they pulled his arms and legs apart. He wasn't even begging anymore, as this only seemed to satisfy them, but soon he was screaming pathetically again as they tied his balls with a metal chain. They tightened it so much that it seemed as if his blood was barely circulating and, to make matters worse, the links pinched his scrotum as if it were a badly pulled up zipper. But when he really saw the stars was when one of the girls gave a sharp, dry tug on the chain that almost ripped his balls off.

Daniel could barely breathe, but they still dragged him to a nearby park, not without constant tugging and kicks from behind in his weak spot that would make him stop for a few minutes until they would force him to continue crawling. On the way several people saw the impressive scene, but none of them said anything. Some even encouraged them, taking for granted that this man deserved the punishment. When they arrived at the park, they lifted him up and tied his hands and feet (separated) to the typical colorful fence that surrounds family parks. Logically, in that area there were other ladies chatting, who watched with curiosity as these women removed the chain from the male’s parts, who would not stop crying.

—It really hurts them a lot, doesn’t it? —said one of the ladies, watching as one of those women kicked him in that area as the man bitterly complained and was only left standing upright thanks to the ties. In spite of what she saw, neither that lady nor any of the women present could imagine the immense pain that Daniel felt, and if he had known that the testicles could cause him such discomfort, he would never have gone out on the street without a protective cup, something that he had all the signs that he would not need in the future. At that moment one of the young women had grabbed the object of amusement, holding it in her hands.

—I've always wondered one thing —the young woman said to Daniel, kneading his scrotum, —can the *huevos* (5) interchange their position? —she asked before checking. The girls laughed and encouraged their partner who forced the testicles to switch sides as the man cried out in pain. But doing this is not naturally possible so when released both gonads returned to their position.

—Looks like we'll have to soften them up a bit. —Said the girl before giving them a powerful knee that left Daniel out of breath and with a rather funny shaking of legs for the girls. Then she went back to get her hands on his balls and tried again. With both hands and using all her strength, the tissue that separates both testicles finally broke giving a snap that the girl felt in her fingers, although not as much as Daniel himself, whose jaw almost unhinged when he felt it. The females watched with satisfaction as the right testicle was now the left one and vice versa.

On the male's point of view, to all the pain was now the added sensation of having his testicles tangled together, with the consequent pain in all the internal ducts that run through his reproductive system. Unfortunately the torture did not stop there and the young woman grabbed them again to give them one more turn, at the third one Daniel sang like a soprano and by the fourth one he could no longer breathe, until at the fifth turn his vas deferens gave no more of themselves and cut each other off. It was done, Daniel had been castrated by a group of girls who separately would have posed no threat, but who together had given him the worst of tortures, which had ended in the worst possible way for a man. The girls continued to play with the testicles, moving them freely inside the scrotum while the man babbled and cried for his lost masculinity.

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1: *Due to the daily violence and “machismo” culture women have to endure in a daily basis, in Spain and many other spanish-speaking countries, the feminist movement is a one with a very strong presence in everyday life and in politics. Usually, on certain occasions such as when there has been a specially atrocious act of violence towards a woman or on international women's day, massive feminist marches full of women occur in the biggest cities around the spanish speaking globe. Lots of these protests tend to escalate into violence, as the women will spray paint monuments/government builidngs, and have skirmishes with cops and other officials. All of this is quite a controversial issue in the spanish speaking world, and I invite you all to research more into it.*

2: *In Europe and the spanish-speaking world, it is common to see feminists protesting naked at the marches.*

3: *Many feminist groups in the spanish-speaking world have some quite violent slogans such as "Rapist dick to the blender", "Machete to the macho", "You get hard when groping us, but soft when you have to face our wrath" among others. This is done in order to show zero-tolerance towards any kind of sexual harrasment and in order to instill fear into anyone thinking about doing any act of violence towards women.*

4: ***Machista***, *a term used to describe men with sexist ideas and/or behaviour.*

5: ***Huevos***, *literally "eggs". A colloquial name in spanish for the testicles.*