Fempire Chapter One: I Now Pronounce You

Here is an updated version of chapter one of Fempire. Updated versions of chapters 2 and 3 are coming soon, as well as new chapters 4 and 5. Sorry for the technical difficulties. Enjoy.

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Colin stood at the altar, shifting his weight nervously from foot to foot. He could’ve sworn that his brown suit was too tight, and it probably was. That was the style nowadays: men’s clothes were always a size too small, if they even made men’s clothes. But Colin’s suit felt at least two sizes too small, especially in the crotch.

Colin was half-erect already. This was to be expected at a beach wedding, where all of the female guests were encouraged to wear bikinis, but even so his pants shouldn’t be digging so roughly into his balls. The seam rode up high, right down the middle of his sack, causing creating a front-wedgie sensation on Colin’s package. The outline of his balls was on display for the entire audience to see, and equally clear was his discomfort. This was supposed to be the happiest day of Colin’s life, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to get it over with.

Don’t get it twisted, Colin loved with his bride-to-be with all his heart, it was the wedding that was causing him distress. In the old days weddings were casual affairs where a bride and groom professed their love for each other and threw a big party before embarking on a partnership together. The party still happened, and the love was still there, but marriage was not an equal partnership in the Fempire.

On the contrary, men are treated as second-class citizens. That’s why Colin is in such a hurry to get married; for the men of the Fempire, marriage means gaining rights. Not the right to vote or hold public office or receive the same pay as women, nothing that radical. But it would mean the woman around him wouldn’t be able to take the same… liberties with his body as they currently could; not without permission from his wife, anyway. She, would of course still be able to do whatever she wants to him, but if there was a woman on the planet he was ok with letting control him-

“Colin,” the priestess got the groom’s attention with a quick flick to his testicle.“Are you ready to begin?”

“Ya, sorry Mother Molly, go ahead.” 

“Splendid,” The older woman smiled at Colin, her curly blonde hair flowing in the summer breeze. Her neon green robes were the most conservative outfit of any women at the wedding, but the sash wrapped tightly under her boobs helped push them up for all to see. She looked him in the eyes as she her sharp nails grazed his sack. Each of her fingernails had been tipped with metal blades capable of piercing the bark of a tree, and their bright green color reflected the sunlight as they moved. “Has your worm been good, Colin?”

“Yes,” Colin stammered, “I’ve followed all the rules to the letter.” In order for a man to get approved for marriage in the Fempire he had to go through a yearlong process to get state approval for a marriage license. This includes weekly community service at local sex education and self-defense classes, but most importantly it meant no ejaculating for a full year. Sure, men were not allowed to have ejaculatory sex out of wedlock anyway, though many women would still take advantage of their dicks and just not let them cum, but engaged men weren’t even allowed to masturbate otherwise they would have to start all over again, after a punishment of course.

Colin had been good. All year he wouldn’t so much as touch his penis, not even to pee. Urinals were hard to find since the Fempire took over, but even when they were available Colin would pee sitting down just to avoid temptation. And with all the women in town constantly teasing him, especially after he got engaged, temptation was everywhere. 

“I believe you,” the priestess reassured, and then, with her finger blades, she cut a square shaped hole in Colin’s pants, ruining them and showing his genitals to the whole audience: Colin had foolishly gone commando today, thinking his days of female abuse were behind him. “But since it is my duty as an appointee of the church, and since this is my last chance to play with you now that you’re an owned man, I’m going to have to check for myself. Colin just nodded and avoided eye contact as the priestess took his swollen purple balls in her hands and fondled them roughly. Colin bit his lip as she weighed his manhood in her hand, digging into them with her sharp nails. “Wow they really are full,” the priestess smirked. It was amazing what degrading a man did to women. Even in her fifties, the priestess looked giddy as a schoolgirl as she made the sperm churn in Colin’s deeply repressed scrotum. “You must be dying to get married so you can finally release all this pent-up frustration. Aren’t you?” she asked with a vicious squeeze. 

“Gah. Yes priestess. I just want to be married. I love Angie so much.” Even in this immense pain, Colin didn’t dare try to pull the priestesses hand away. Challenging the will of a woman, especially a priestess, would violate his engagement requirements, and he certainly didn’t want to anger a woman who had a blade so close to his balls. Not when marital release was within reach.  

One fingernail at a time the priestess let go of Colin’s nuts, leaving them hanging outside his pants for everyone to see. Before she removed her thumb and forefinger, Molly pinched down hard with her bladed nails and gave a slight twist to Colin’s nuts before letting go. She knew how to do this without breaking the skin. “Wonderful, let’s get started.”

The pianist started playing “Here Comes the Bride,” and a very timid looking older man walked to the aisle with a beautiful young woman around his arm. Colin stared mesmerized as Angie walked down the aisle. Her bare feet looked so beautiful as she walked through the sand. The wind blew slightly and allowed Colin to catch a glimpse of Angie’s long legs through the slit in her white dress. She wore a bikini-wedding dress hybrid: the material was thick enough on the skirt and over her boobs that Angie’s most scandalous body parts were hidden from view, but the material over the rest of her torso was so thin you could see her bellybutton. The tease knew exactly what she was doing; walking at a painfully slow pace and bouncing her hips side to side to show off her amazing ass. Colin’s mouth was almost dry when he looked up enough to see the deep cleavage Angie was sporting. She was everything he could hope for in a woman.  

His erection was at full mast by the time she got to the altar. When Colin removed her veil, her wavy brown hair fell down to her shoulders and framed her tits in a way that was more lovely than hot. “You look beautiful honey.”

Angie looked down at his hard cock before looking up to him with her big brown eyes and said “you’re not so bad yourself,” smiling widely.

Colin gulped. Oh, how he longed for those lips. ‘Just a little bit longer,’ he said to himself, trying to keep his member down, a task that became more futile with every second.

“Angie,” the priestess said, “do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love and control for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

“Colin,” the priestess turned, “do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife. To please and obey, no matter what the request, no matter how painful or humiliating the task? As long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

“Do you give her your penis to pleasure herself with however she sees fit?”

“I do.”

“And do you give your testicles to her to control you with, however she sees fit, no matter how painful or unfair, as long as you both shall live?”

‘Here it comes,’ Colin braced himself. “I do.”

“Angie,” the priestess turned, “you may now kick the groom.”

“You ready?” Angie smirked.

Colin took a deep breath, “ya, I’m read-“

Angie reeled back and let her foot fly hard into Colin’s bare balls, taking the wind right out of him. “Oh goddess,” Colin squeaked as he folded onto the ground and rolled around in the sand. Colin had been busted by a lot of women in his life, naturally, but never by Angie, she always said she loved him too much to ever kick him before today. But just because she didn’t kick him didn’t mean she couldn’t. This was the hardest kick he had ever felt in his life.

Angie stifled a laugh. “Oh my, that was a bit hard wasn’t it? You okay?” All Colin could do in answer was dry heave. His eyes were bulging out of his head.

“I guess he doesn’t want to finish the ceremony,” said the priestess. “What a shame.”

“Come on sweetie, get up.” Angie crouched so her cleavage was right in Colin’s face. “If you do, I promise to make you feel better.”

“Maybe he needs to wait another year,” the priestess teased.

At that Colin forced himself to his feet. “I’m up, I’m up. Please don’t make me start over.”

“Good boy,” the priestess said. “I’m going to miss playing with you, but now it is time for you to consummate the marriage.” The priestess pointed to a large white tent a few feet down the beach. “Angie has chosen this spot for the act. I understand it’s where you proposed to her. Go in there and do whatever it is you like to do, just remember that Angie must orgasm first, or the marriage doesn’t count, and you’ll have to start over… after being punished by every woman in town of course. Once you are both finished, come back here and I will pronounce you man and wife.”

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“So, how do you want to do this?” Colin asked.

“I’m not sure,” Angie blushed. Despite knowing each other their whole lives, Colin had never seen Angie naked before, and as much as she loved him, and how superior to him she was always taught she was, the idea of revealing herself to a man was still intimidating. “Can we just sit here for a minute?”

“Sure. Take all the time you need, I can wait,” Colin lied.

The couple sat together on the bed, watching the sun set and the waves crash against the beach. Colin had to admit, Angie couldn’t have picked a better spot for them to become one.

After a few minutes, Angie moved her hand to Colin’s penis, making him flinch. “I’m sorry, do you mind? I just… touching it is helping me get comfortable.”

Colin could not say the same. Her touch filled his already pulsing cock with need. “Whatever you need, baby.”

She spent the next several minutes playing with his cock, lightly at first, then hard and fast. For someone who had never had sex, Angie sure knew her way around a penis. It took all the willpower Colin had to keep the cum inside him, but through it all he retained control. Angie could tell that she was making this tough for him, and it just made her love him more. She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and rubbed it around the ridge of his cockhead, waiting until she brought him right to the edge before stopping.

Colin was shaking and covered head to toe in sweat when Angie let go of his cock. She took his hand in hers and gently brought it under her dress and between her own legs. To Colin’s surprise, Angie had also gone commando. He still couldn’t see it, but for the first time in his life Colin was touching a woman’s clitoris, and it was soaking wet. “Touch me,” she commanded, and so he did.

Channeling everything, he was ever taught about how to pleasure a woman, Colin rubbed two fingers against Angie’s clit. He pressed against it hard and rubbed in circles, sliding his hand down to the entrance of her vagina occasionally to get more moisture. It wasn’t long before Angie was panting hard, her boobs rising and falling heavily as she breathed. Angie moaned softly and curled her toes in the sand; she had never felt this kind of pleasure before.

She pulled Colin’s hand away, “get naked,” she commanded. Colin had forgotten that even though his cock was sticking out of the hole in his pants, he was still wearing his suit. He quickly pulled his brown jacket off and threw it onto the ground. “No,” Angie said, taking his hand in hers before he could rip off his tie, “slowly.”

Colin gripped the knot of his tie and, rather than pulling it over his head, he slowly pulled it down until the knot came undone on its own, then he pulled it to one side so it slid out his collar. Then he unbuttoned his pink dress shirt one button at a time, fighting every impulse to just rip the damn thing off. Next came his pants, and even though she could already see his penis, he made sure to pull them down slowly.

Angie breathed slowly as she took in his naked body. Sure she had seen him naked before, all the men in this town had been forced to strip at one time or another, but this was exhilarating. He was all hers: “Unzip me.”

Colin got behind her and slowly dragged the zipper down her back. Once he was done, Angie stood up and turned to face him. She wiggled out of her dress. But before he could take her whole body in, Angie covered herself. One hand covered her boobs, the other covered her crotch. “You ready?” Angie asked with a twinkle in her eye. All Colin could do was nod. Angie lowered her hands and gave her husband the best view of his life. 

Upon seeing her naked, Colin’s dick shot out a load of precum that hit Angie right in the stomach. “I’m so sorry,” Colin was mortified. He feared he had just ruined his chance to get married.

Angie burst into laughter, “it’s okay. It’s just precum. No rules broken. Now are you ready?”

“Yes,” Colin said, “now more than ever.”

“Than what are you waiting for?” Angie turned around and bent over, presenting to him her bare ass, “make me moan.”

Colin pulled Angie onto the bed, and she immediately got on all fours. He got behind her, found her vagina, and slammed his cock into her faster than he meant to.

“Ohhhhh” Angie moaned, not expecting such a powerful thrust so soon.

“Was that too much?” Colin asked.

“No,” Angie said, turned her head so he could see her steamy brown eyes, “keep going.”

Colin went on to push his cock along Angie’s canal. Back and forth. Back and forth. He was timid at first, but after a few thrusts he got into it, even playing with the speed. Angie did some experimenting of her own: tightening and loosening her vagina to play with Colin’s throbbing cock. It made Colin shutter and shake, and semen started to creep up his urethra.

“Be careful babe,” Colin groaned, “you’re gonna make me cum.”

Angie didn’t stop.“Then you better make me cum first. I’m so close. I love you so much baby. AAAAGH.” She shouted through a particularly strong thrust.

Not one to disappoint, Colin thrust even harder and started twisting his pelvis so that he hit her from different angles. That was all Angie needed. “Oh. OOOOOHAHHHHHHH. I’m cumming!”

Colin thought he heard a commotion outside, but he ignored it. Now was finally the time. He was right on the edge. Now he could finally let his yearlong buildup of cum go.

“There he is!” A female voice barked from behind them. “Grab him.”

And just like that, Colin felt several hands pull him off of Angie and out of the tent. They threw him onto the ground. He saw all his wedding guests looking over to him in surprise. He turned around to see standing over him three women all dressed in the S&M style uniforms of the Fempire’s royal police, complete with knee high black leather high-heeled boots, black miniskirts, and black and yellow striped tops showing of their bellybuttons and all the cleavage in the world.

“Captain,” a short officer with blond hair said, “he’s about to cum.”

The captain looked at Colin’s cock with disdain. She had straight black hair that stopped just above her shoulders, and Colin couldn’t see her eyes through her thick sunglasses. Her uniform was more impressive than the other officers; translucent yellow stockings honeycombed up her legs, she wore a yellow beret upon her head, and over her striped top she wore a yellow jacket that did nothing to hide her slender body. “Then we’ll have to sting him,” she said coolly.

“What?” Colin protested.

“Hold him down,” the captain said. Each of the two junior officers grabbed an arm and a leg and held him on the ground in an X formation. The captain pulled a bumblebee colored taser from her belt and turned it on. It made a loud buzzing sound that scared Colin to his very core. He could not break free from the grips of these two petite young women, and was helpless to stop the captain as she tased him right in his big bulging ballbag.

Colin screamed and screamed and screamed, but the captain did not relent until his still rock hard cock shrunk back to a flaccid state.

“HEY!” Angie yelled as she came out of the tent, naked but no longer caring who saw. “Let go of my husband.”

“Did you cum?” the officer asked without emotion.

“I was about to when you showed up.” Angie snapped back.

“Then we got here just in time.” The captain pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Angie. “Angela Maeve, Colin Stone, your request for a marriage certificate has been denied. And Colin has been slated to be put in a beehive.”

“A BEEHIVE!?” Colin cried.

The captain removed from her belt a small cylindrical beehive, roughly the size of a penis. “That’s right, worm. Beehives are the latest in cock cage technology in the Fempire. It will keep you from ejaculating, and it has other fun features as well.” The captain looks to her squad. “Keep him restrained.”

“No. No please. I didn’t do anythin-“ Colin protested before being punched hard in the left nut by the captain.

“Shut up worm! And hold still.” Colin’s torso shook and he tried desperately to get out of this.

“You can’t do this to my man!” Angie said.

“He’s not your man.” The captain slid the beehive onto Colin’s penis. The inside of the hive felt sticky, like there was honey inside. Once it was fully on, the captain twisted the circle of the hive that covered the tip of Colin’s cock, and just like that things got a whole lot worse. Colin felt something at the base of his cock latch down from the beehive and he felt two distinct loops circle his scrotum: one circled each of his testicle chords. Then, with a force greater than any squeeze he had ever felt, the hive clamped down hard on each of his nut chords, sending ripples of pain into his testicles.

Colin screamed and wretched louder than ever, in too much pain to even register how embarrassed he was to be abused like this in front of all of his friends and family. He rolled around on the sand, whimpering like a baby, trying desperately to pry the hive off his chords to no avail.

“Mission accomplished,” the captain said. “Let’s go girls.” The captain turned to leave and her junior officers followed her.

“Hey,” Angie yelled. “I’m not through with you.” Angie had never been this angry. “What could Colin have possibly done to deserve this? Answer me.”

The captain got onto her black and yellow VESPA. “If you have a problem take it up with the local police chief.” And before Angie could respond, the captain kicked her vespa into gear and peeled out, riding out of town with her junior officers, leaving a wave of sand behind her.

“You can’t do this.” Angie said in a voice so soft it could be mistaken for sorrow if you didn’t see the rage in her eyes. “This is my wedding day. My husband. Nobody is allowed to hurt him anymore. Nobody.”

“So tight,” Colin cried. “Can’t breathe.”

“Get up, Colin,” Angie barked, too angry to remember who she was angry at. “We have a chief to chafe.”