Fempire Chapter Two: If You Can't Do the Time

Here is the updated version of chapter 2. It is probably the one with the most changes. Enjoy.

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“Yow!” The prisoner yelped at Police Chief Mackenzie ripped the wax paper off go his balls.

“Oooh,” the police chief blew out a breath between her teeth. “That sounded like it hurt a lot. “But at least that will teach you not to spread lice to the women of this town, now won’t it?”

The prisoner was strapped to a metal chair. His hands were tied behind his back and his legs were tied to the legs of the chair. He was completely naked and didn’t have a single hair left on his body. He was covered in red marks from the waxing strips that had been pulled off of every section of his body with hair (including the top of his head). The floor beneath him was coated in hairy waxing strips. “Please ma’am. I never meant to infect anyone.”

“Silly boy, it doesn’t matter what you meant to do,” Mackenzie pulled a strand of her short blonde hair out of her freckled face. “In the fempire all that matters is what a man does. Your hair spread lice, so now you have no hair.”

Mackenzie’s modest breasts bounced in her coconut bra as she laughed (she wears a Bee Cup). One of the nice things about being chief of the Bee Police was that, so long as you followed the basic rules of the Fempire, you could pretty much run your precinct any way you want. This includes picking uniforms: as long as they were black and yellow each precinct could design their uniforms anyway they wanted. Police Chief Mackenzie went with coconut bras (one cup yellow, the other black), and yellow grass skirts: what better uniform for this quiet beach community?

Mackenzie felt a vibration on the Waspie-Talkie on her belt. It felt good so close to her groin, but she answered it nonetheless. “Chief Mackenzie here.”

“Hello, Chief? This is Todd from the complaints desk. We’ve got an unsatisfied citizen down here who wants to speak to you right away.”          

“Take care of it,” Mackenzie dismissed with an annoyed tone. “I’m dealing with something more important.”           

“But-“ before Todd could say anymore, the chief had switched back to her other conversation.

“Your balls look so read from their waxing. Here, some aftershave will clean you up.” The prisoner screamed as Mackenzie poured a full bottle of aftershave on his testicles. He shook his head back and forth, spitting all over the cell.           

The Wasp-Talkie vibrated again. “Ma’am this woman really wants to speak to you. She says it’s urgent.” Todd said, some slight strain in his voice.   

“What’s the matter?” Mackenzie pouted, “can’t handle a little disgruntled citizen without crying to mommy?” 

“But ma’am she’s really being quite persistent-“ Mackenzie hung up again.

“I didn’t even have lice on my balls,” the prisoner whimpered.

“Shut up!” Mackenzie kicked the prisoner in the nuts. “I have right here on the form that you gave Mrs. Byrne lice in her pubic hair. Well now you’re the one feeling the burn.”

“Not with my dick. I was eating her out. The lice must have traveled down my beard.”

“Why didn’t you say so? That makes it ok that Mrs. Byrne’s vulva itches so bad she had to stop you before she could cum.” The Waspie-Talkie buzzed again. “WHAT?” the chief snapped.

“Please madame police chief sir ma’am. Please come down her now. AAAGH. It’s really important. You’re needed right away. Please oh goddess of all that is sweet and merciful come down here.” Todd coughed.

“Oh alright you big baby, but you’re going to pay for this later.” Mackenzie compromised.

“Thank-“ Mackenzie hung up on him and switched channels. “Malina, take over for me in Cell A.”         

A young recruit who filled her coconut bra better than anyone on the force came into the room. She had beach brown skin, and a circlet of pink flowers in her curly black hair.     

“This guy who gave Mrs. Byrne lice and left her hanging on the edge of orgasm”Mackenzie pulled a thick rope with a tiny noose at the end out of her desk and tossed it to Malina. “See how he likes being left hanging.”           

Malina smiled at her chief as she threw the noose over a pipe in the ceiling.

Mackenzie gave Malina a wink as she left, “I trust I don’t have to tell you what to string him up by.” \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*          

“She’ll be right down miss.” Todd said as he felt another surge of trauma in his balls. “Please just be patient. Ow” he squawked as his nut felt more pain. “Please stop!” He cried. Todd was standing in the Complaints Window of the Sun Spot Police Department. His upper body could be seen by visiting citizens through the bullet proof glass partition that only had a few holes for communication. But from the waist down, Todd was trapped in place in a harness that kept him standing through the long shifts. It also kept him firmly in his place with the unglorious hole at the bottom. You see, in the Fempire complaints aren’t common, so when they happen people get angry, and need a way to take out their anger while venting their complaints. So the Fempire came up with a perfect way to do that: make sure every precinct had a complaints department run by a man, and shove that mans balls through a small hole that they could not get out of on their own, not without the chief unlocking them. This kept the complaints receptionist’s bare balls out and on display for any unsatisfied citizen to take out their anger on while waiting for their problem to be addressed. And man did Angie have a lot of anger to let out.           

Still looking F-I-N-E fine in her wedding dress, Angie slammed her fist into Todd’s nuts again, being sure to trap them against the hard wooden wall of the complaints desk as she did to harden the impact. “Oh now she's coming?” Angie asked, punching him again. “A minute ago you said she was too busy,” PUNCH. “That I had to deal with you,” PUNCH. “It seems the more I punch you in the balls the better service I get. So I’m just going to keep on hitting you until someone helps me,” she slaps his nuts with an open hand. “How’s that sound?” she back handed him with the same hand, scratching his ball with her wedding ring.           

“She’s coming now, miss,” Todd pleaded before receiving another sharp knuckle to his left nut. “I swear,” PUNCH. “She’ll get here when she gets here,” punch, “AAAACK that one stung. Hurting me won’t make the chief come any faster.”           

“Did you just talk to me about cumming?” Angie asked. “Did you hear that Colin?” she turned to her fiancé on the floor.          

Colin muttered, “all I see are spots.” He was lying on the ground, his hands still cupping his balls. He had given up on removing the vice grip the hive had on his chords and now was just trying desperately to nurse his balls, to reduce the pain. Obviously, his attempts were futile.           

“We were about to cum before you people showed up. Now we can’t. Do you know how it feels to be pulled back right as your about to cum with the person you love?” Angie growled.           

“Well I know a thing about being edged and denied.” Todd answered truthfully.           

“Not enough!” Angie responded, punctuating her comment with a hard knee that slammed his balls into the wood, punishing them from above and below. “Look at my fiancé. Not only did they steal his well-deserved cum, and I’ve been helping him save up all year, trust me it is well deserved, but they locked his cock up so he can’t even service me with it. What kind of pro-woman government takes away a woman’s best fucking friend for no reason.”           

“I… I’m sure there must be some reason for this, ma’am.” Todd said, trying to save himself.           

“Well until I get an explanation you’re going to suffer as much as my man.” And with that Angie clamped down hard on Todd’s spermmakers with her right hand. Her fingernails weren’t tipped with metal like the women of the clergy, but they were still pretty sharp. Sharp enough to send Todd’s eyes to the back of his head when she pinched down on them with all five fingers. She pulled them as far from the complaint booth as she could, and twisted them in every direction. Todd and he screamed to high heaven in octaves Angie wasn’t even sure she could hit.           

“Does this really help miss?” Todd cried.           

“Doesn’t hurt.” Angie said. Every couple of seconds, she loosened her grip just enough that when she clamped back down on one of his nuts or chords the pain was magnified.           

“Wow I’ve never seen someone let Todd have it like that,” Mackenzie said as she emerged from the back room. Angie let go and turned to see the person she was waiting for. “No, no. Please, don’t stop on my account. Todd here is a thief. A criminal repaying his debt to society. Isn’t that right Todd?”           

“I’m gonna puke.” Todd answered dizzily.           

“Nobody is cleaning your desk for you if you do.” Mackenzie casually responded.           

“Stop messing around,” Angie said to the police chief. “Why you did this to my fiancé?”           

Mackenzie finally turned her attention to Colin, who up until now she had been ignoring like she did all men who need help. She walked over to him and looked down on him clutching his crotch. She casually kicked his hands away so she could see his groin and covered her mouth in surprise. “Oh wow, this is the most advanced beehive I’ve ever seen,” Mackenzie said, noting the three red gems ingrained into the hive going up his shaft, and the angry looking black stinger sticking out of the tip. “Who put this on you?”           

“You did!” Angie yelled.           

“Wasn’t one of mine” Mackenzie shook her head, “I would’ve heard about it. Man those suckers are being squeezed. How long as he been like this?”           

“How should I know?” Angie snapped, “30 minutes? Maybe more. Take it off before his balls die!”           

“His balls aren’t gonna die. The beehive won’t allow it, it will just leave him in a constant state of pain. Remarkable device.”           

"Take it off!” Angie yelled, clamping down on Todd’s balls with the nails of her thumb and index finger as she did.           

“GAAAAHHHHH” Todd screamed before vomiting a huge stream of partially digested food into the glass window in front of him.           

“Oh woman that’s good stuff,” Mackenzie laughed. She twisted the head of Colin’s penis, rotating the top comb of the beehive. Colin exhaled loudly, as the beehive let go of his ball chords. It was still firmly attached to his genitals, but it was no longer hurting him. “Until I get more information this is all I can do for you.”           

“Colin!” Angie let go of Todd’s balls, leaving fingernail marks in his scrotum, and got down on the dirty precinct floor, in her wedding dress, to console her fiancé. She took his head in her hand and rubbed his back to soothe him, all the while giving him a front row seat to her glorious cleavage, which just reminded him of his need filled ballsac.           

Mackenzie headed towards the back door, her grass skirt swaying as she turned. “Step into my office.”