My girl doesn't use feminist methods, she uses her femininity. She uses my emotions against me by being a "silly, giggly, submissive, timid, shy, innocent, vulnerable cute little girlie" all through my ordeal. From the start I am like a fish caught on the hook of my masculine emotions, wanting to gaze at her, to kiss her, and cuddle her. She uses my weakness and encourages me to stroke her girlish plaits to intensify my longing for her even more. She grins proudly at her giggly girlfriends as they look on, knowing what is going to happen. One of them even has a video camera.

She dresses to please me, but she uses her body and her clothes as bait in her honey trap. She is wearing a tiny shiny, wet-look micro-miniskirt, so short that a triangle her tight, shiny, soft, wet-look panties can't be ignored, not can her slender thighs or her belly button. She clearly enjoys seeing me stare hungrily at her as my body reacts to her and she savors my shame and discomfort as our eyes meet.

She entices me to kiss her and kisses me back as I grope her skirt, pressing and massaging her smooth skirt, making it glide smoothly against her slippery panties, feeling her tight buttocks and her delightful Mound of Venus, my chest crushing her tits. She encourages me to strip to my boxer shorts. We are both excited on entwining our tongues and our bodies as we grope and rub against one another. I am gagging for sex and tell her so, lifting her skirt and trying to pull down her panties.

The she exploits my male body, cruelly overpowering me by turning the very embodiment of my masculinity, my testicles, into my weakness. Suddenly I see a movement out of the corner of my eye and then her knee as it brushes my thighs aside and smashes up between my legs.

My world explodes in pain and I hear my own thin scream as if from a distance. I gaze in shock, first at her cute face framed in girlish plaits; then her tits; then her belly and finally my face is in her panties as I try to hold on to her as I slide to my knees.

I fall over backwards desperately clutching my shrieking testicles, moaning and thrashing about in that awful gut- wrenching pain. No female can know the excruciating terror of testicle pain that seems to jangle every nerve in the body so the whole body is just defined as "pain".

All a man can think about is the possibility, the hope that sometime this torture might end. He is paralyzed, just like a cat taken by the scruff of the neck, but anyway, the will to do anything, even to move, drains out of him like water down a plughole, he is powerless, defenseless and utterly demoralized. If a female does this to him, when he revives, his ego is battered and he is timid and listless, especially if she humiliates him further by reviving him with a testicle massage.

Every female should know, and every male should try to keep secret, the fact that that in unarmed combat the female will defeat the male every time by exploiting his weakness.

In fact, she doesn't have to smash his bollocks at all: the mere realization that she might do it to him sends him into a panic and most of his attention is focused on protecting his precious jewels. It is easy for her to outfight him and overpower him.

She takes pity on me and, pulling off my shorts, she gives my bollocks a firm massage, needing them for a good ten minutes as I thrash and moan and whimper, hot tears of shame and pain running down my face. Eventually, sitting astride me, she sees me looking up her skirt and my manhood starts to rise again.

She stands with one foot on my chest in the classic pose of the victor, the conqueror, holding my shorts above her head as a trophy and playing to the camera. "Female revenge! Girl Power! Female defeats male," she shouts, "Pussy beats cock!"

"Yes!" Her friends all applaud, cheer, jeer and point at me and I lie there dejected in my humiliation.

"Let's wrestle: Fight me!" she taunts.

I have to try to save my male pride by standing up to her. But it is no good, every "round" she humiliates me more and her friends join in the goading and taunting. She squeezes my balls until I scream for mercy, but she won't let me submit until I kiss her panties. She rides me bareback, using my bollocks to control me, just like a horse's bit while her panty-covered pussy slides invitingly on my back and my penis dangles hard between my legs.

She puts her thighs around my neck and forces me to lick her skirt, then panties, then giving her pussy a long licking and sucking as she commands me to lick here, suck there. She ties my hands behind my back and forces me to kneel, then rapes me with a vibrating dildo, watching my penis rise to attention with amusement. Then she sits astride me facing backwards and holding my bollocks in both hands for the camera, flaunting her female superiority. I am naked, helpless and defenseless, my male ego crushed.

Finally, she lies back with cushions under her shoulders and pillows under her hips so that her feet are flat on the floor and her panties in my face and says, "Come on then, you wanted it, come and get it!"

I can't believe my luck and place my penis, as hard as an iron bar on her skirt, my balls dangling on her panty crotch and we kiss passionately as I grope her plaits hard.

She rubs the head of my penis into the slippery pussy- crease of her panties and I moan with pleasure. "Do you want the little girlie who has defeated you?" she asks.

All I can say is, "Yes, please, Oh Girlie, girlie!" and I kiss her passionately.

I pull aside her panties to slide my manhood inside her moist femaleness, gently at first, but then ramming gradually deeper and deeper every ninth thrust, then every eighth and so-on until it is every time. I enjoy pushing my penis up against her G-spot for a good few minutes until she is moaning with pleasure too. I kiss her tits and grope her skirt, thrusting rhythmically until she does too, our pubic bones grinding together as I enjoy the feeling of her fleshy mound and my chest crushing her tits.

She announces "When you ejaculate, I am going to castrate you!" I am stunned, but strangely aroused by the thought, and when I see one of the girls pass her a knife I am amazed that I can feel myself go harder. My male ego is shattered forever. "Please, no, please Nooooo!!" I cry.

I am bucking and holding on to her plaits as if my life depended on it. I am grunting like a pig as I strain to relieve the pressure inside me and to get deeper penetration. I try to stop but I am a goner. My back arches, I snarl and grunt like an animal, she squeals like a pig having its throat cut and pulls by buttocks towards her, also wanting it deeper. Her legs go around my neck like a snake and I know that she is at a high level of orgasm.

She grabs my testicles with her left hand and squeezes, holding back feeling of white hot metal pushing against a thin burning membrane inside me. I know that the knife is in her right hand and I feel the thrill of fear intensifies my need to ejaculate, I can't stop myself.

I surrender completely to her and scream into her face, "Yes, Yes! Do it! Do it! Castrate me! Geld me! Slice them off! Rip my manhood from my body and hold it up as your Trophy!"

I go rigid, then comes relief in the form of a delicious explosion of spunk; followed by delightful waves as we both spasm. She tells me afterwards that she could feel great globules of my hot spunk gouting *hard* and hot inside her and it sent her wild.

At the moment of my release I feel the knife. Even as we have an orgasm together, she holds the bloody remains of my manhood high above her head, a thin trickle of blood running down her arm. The ultimate male thrill! The final female victory over the male! Then she collapses in exhaustion, her "little death", and I go limp too and unconscious.