Fempire Chapter 5: Love Hurts

Molly loosened her grip at the sudden interruption. When she realized it wasn't an angel she laughed, and pinched her fingers down as she chuckled. Colin regained his vision and saw Angie's coconuts bouncing as she ascended the stairs.

“Oh, hello Angela,” Molly said in her most motherly tone. “You may not want to be here for this.”

“Please, Mother Molly, don’t pop Colin’s testicles. I love him.” Tears ran down her face.

Molly felt a sororal guilt at the pain in Angie's eyes. She knew she had to pop Colin’s balls, but seeing the pain in Angie's eyes reminded her of her youth. Young women don’t know the pain men have caused. They haven’t lived through it. Some of them even think men should be their equals. Angie was young and in love: in other words, she was foolish. “I’m sorry, Angie, but this is the way it has to be. You may love him, but he can never be enough for you.”

“Not if you take away his man berries. Look at him. Look how big his penis is. Are you really going to cut such a well endowed specimen?”

“He is rather gifted in size,” Molly admitted, “but he is lacking in self control. All it took were a few minutes in my mouth to push him to orgasm.”

“I saw the whole thing, mother. You are a priest of pleasure. Ten minutes in your mouth would have ME cumming.”

“True,” Molly said, trying to hide how flattered she was, “but that makes no difference. “When women lack self control it is not a detriment to society. But when men lack self control women get hurt,” Molly’s tone was suddenly serious. Suddenly angry.

“GAH” Colin screamed. Molly didn’t even realize she started squeezing again. “YOU”RE POPPING THEM!”

“Good, let this be a lesson to all men who can’t obey the laws of the femalekind. You should’ve honored your vows. Loved your woman.”

“I do love her,” Colin moaned.

“Not enough. Your cock betrayed her.” Molly rebuked.

“It was for her!” Colin protested.

“That’s right! ” Angie realized. “He started cumming when he saw me. I smiled at him. I may even have squished my boobs together. It was his love for me that pushed him over the edge. You can’t castrate him for that!”

Molly thought quietly for a long moment, never letting up the pressure on Colin’s balls. “Even if what you say is true, there is no way to prove it. I can’t take you on your word alone. If I do I risk letting a guilty man walk away with his manhood intact. The goddess would not approve. No, Colin must still be punished.”

“Look at him,” Angie kept herself from shouting, “has he not been punished?”

“Not enough, I’m afraid. If he’s guilty he must be punished to the full extent of the church’s power. That means castration. Anything else would be too merciful.”

And that’s when Angie had an idea that she thought might save Colin. She didn’t want to do it, but it was the only thing Angie could think of that even had a chance. She only hoped Colin would forgive her. “You’ve got it all wrong. If you castrate him his punishment is over. If you leave him his balls his punishment can continue.”

Molly let go of Colin’s balls.

Angie knew she had to make her case now. “Right now, you stand at a crossroads, either Colin is guilty and needs to be castrated, or he is true to me and taking his balls would be robbing me of what should be my property. Tomorrow we’re leaving town to get some answers. I’m going to find out what the problem is and I will make Colin my property. Cut him and you rob me of that opportunity.”

“But how does that punish Colin for the vows he has already broken?”

“The longer Colin has blue balls, the more pain his manhood causes him.”

“True. I imagine the overload of cum is quite uncomfortable, isn’t it Colin?”

“You have no idea,” Colin grimaced.

“That pain, does not equal the physical pain and social humiliation of castration. If you want the goddess to let Colin go, you’re going to have to show her a lot more male suffering.”

Angie took in a deep breath. She dreaded what came next. “Ok, I’ll do it.”

“You’ll do what?” Molly asked with genuine curiosity.

“I’ll hurt him. I’ll bring him pain that you couldn’t. And in return you will give him back to me. ”

“I have been punishing men since before you first bled. What pain could you bestow upon him that I have not already caused?”

“Well this for starters. Sorry about this Colin,” Angie twisted the tip of the beehive and reactivated its vicious squeeze on Colin’s chords.

“Ohhhh! Oh oh oh ahhhh! It hurts! It hurts it hurts!” Colin shook around. The pain was overwhelming. Somehow it was even worse than the pain he felt when Molly was about to pop him. And unlike that pain, this one wasn’t going to end with a pop; it would continue until somebody put a stop to it. All he wanted to do was curl up in a ball, but his restraints kept him from doing even that.

“That’s it baby! Feel that pain. Let it fill your whole body. Suffer like a dog.” Angie forced herself to say. Then she turned to the priestess, “this is worse than what you were doing by a mile. And it can squeeze him indefinitely without popping his balls, isn’t that right Mackenzie?”

“Oh yes,” the police chief called out, “it can go on forever without causing permanent damage.”

“There you go: torture without limits. How long does he have to stay like this? An hour? Two hours? All night? What amount of suffering will please your goddess?”

Molly was barely listening. She could feel herself getting wet watching Colin squirm, and she wasn’t the only one. All of the congregation was gawking at Colin: their mouths wide open. Some of them put their hands under their skirts so they could fully enjoy the show.

“Molly,” Angie flicked the priestess’s nipple to get her attention.

“These screams please the goddess, but they are not enough.”

“Fine, then what about this?” Angie kicked Colin’s testicles as hard as she could. They pressed up against the hard beehive and caused Colin to choke on his own spit. “Or this,” she kicked him again, before he could catch his breath.

“Angie-“ Colin whimpered, but all it got him was another kick in the balls from his fiancé.

“Shut up, Colin!” KICK “I’m trying to save you!” KICK. “HOW. LONG. MUST. I. DO. THIS. FOR. IT. TO. BE. ENOUGH?” Angie punctuated each word with another kick.

Molly was moved by this display of ballbusting. She was no fan of Colin, or of any man for that matter, and was looking forward to popping his balls, but she was impressed both by Angies’s dedication to a man and her ruthless aggression towards that man’s balls. She didn’t know what she should do.

So, Molly closed her eyes and got down on her knees in front of Colin and prayed, “Oh goddess, this woman begs you for mercy on behalf of her man. Even though he is a lowly worm, I ask if we should bestow upon him our mercy. Give us a sign.”

Molly opened her eyes and was astonished at what she saw. While she was praying her warm breath was brushing Colin’s penis. And, even as his chords were being squeezed to the high heavens, her breath gave him an erection. Colin looked at the priestess, terrified that she would interpret this as him being unfaithful, but she just smiled at him and twisted his penis head: the beehive stopped squeezing his chords. Molly turned to the congregation. “The goddess has given us a sign.” Colin and Angie shared a look. Awaiting their fate. “How’s your boner, Colin?”

“It hurts,” Colin admitted. “I need to cum so bad.”

“Of course you do,” Molly smiled. “This is what the goddess intended. She wants to punish you, not by removing your balls, but by filling you with need.” She gave his cock a full fisted stroke, and the beehive let out a single beep. “The goddess gave us this beehive for a reason. And that reason was for you to feel lasting pain for your sins. It was wrong of me to rob the beehive of its function earlier. It should be the thing to stop your orgasms with pain only it can deliver. Yes, we will spare your balls tonight, Colin, but on the condition that you face one more blocked orgasm, courtesy of your new little friend.”

“W-won’t that hurt?” Colin shivered

“Hell ya it will,” Police Chief Mackenzie confirmed. “Way more than Molly squeezing the cum back into your balls.”

“That is the price you must pay to remain male. Do you agree to these terms?”

“He does,” Angie answered before Colin could think about it.

“I do?”

“Do you want your balls or not?” Angie asked, irritated at how dense Colin was acting. She reminded herself that men, as a rule, are not all that smart.

“Very good,” Molly said. “Angie, you may begin teasing him.”

“Me?” Angie was surprised.

“Of course. He is your man. You are taking responsibility for him. And it is you he let down by getting himself stuck in a beehive. It is only fitting that you be the one to punish him.”

Angie thought it might come to this. She loved playing with Colin’s penis, but she had already hurt him more today than she ever wanted to hurt him. Unfortunately, her options were limited. Sometimes the only way to protect the ones you love is to hurt them. “Ok, I’ll do it.” Angie took her place in front of Colin.

“Make it count,” Molly said.

“Oh I will,” Angie promised, and she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of pride in her teasing abilities.

Angie took Colin's balls in her hand, and Colin immediately flinched. "Please baby. They're already in so much pain."

“Relax Colin," Angie reassured. “I’m just feeling them. Wow they really are big. Is that all cum or is it swelling too?”

“I think it’s both,” Colin admitted.

“Angie giggled despite herself. Even in this dire situation, she still couldn’t help but enjoy playing with Colin’s man parts a little bit. She fondled his testicles gently. She wasn't trying to hurt him: she was trying to stimulate his testicles to get his cum flowing. It felt good. Colin could feel the cum churning in his balls and getting ready for release. He did still feel a dull ache from all the abuse. That couldn't be helped.

"Relax hon," Angie told Colin with the most reassuring smile she could muster. "Angie is gonna make everything all better."

"But it's gonna hurt so bad," Colin whined.

"I know," Angie said, genuinely frowning. “But this is the way it has to be. Enjoy the ride as best you can.” Colin shuttered in pleasure as Angie made a ring with her fingers and twisted on the ridge just under his cock head. It was low enough to keep the chord tightening mechanism in the beehive from activating, but it touched enough of his head to feel amazing. “Feels good doesn’t it? ” Angie cooed. “Don’t worry about the destination. Just focus on the journey.”

It wasn’t long before the beehive emitted its first beep. Without wasting anytime Angie started sucking Colin’s cock. And OH. MY. GOD. It was glorious. Colin didn’t think Angie would suck his dick with the beehive on, but it didn’t stop Molly, so Angie figured ‘what’s the harm?’ She pumped him slowly with her lips dragging across his very sensitive head. Colin was desperate with need. Angie was somehow better at blowjobs than the experienced Molly. No, that isn’t quite the truth. Rather, Angie was better at giving Colin blowjobs. After all of their time together, Angie knew Colin’s dick better than anyone: she knew exactly what it liked. She licked his glans, and twisted her head in surprising directions. She was on her knees using her whole body to tease the biggest orgasm she could into Colin’s dick. All the while her hands never stopped massaging his balls or the part of his dick that didn’t fit in her mouth.

"Here it comes," Molly told the congregation. The beeping had picked up, and the red light was visibly flashing in Angie's mouth. "Let us pray for a most righteous denial.”

Molly bowed her head, and the congregation followed suit. They all opened their mouths wide and bobbed their head up and down in a praying motion that looked suspiciously like sucking a dick.

Colin swallowed hard as he looked at the congregation. He was trying with all his might to keep from passing the point of no return. He was desperate to avoid what he knew would be an unspeakable pain. Then he looked at Angie, who was staring up at him with her big brown eyes. She winked at him and licked the underside of his cock. That did it.

Colin felt the cum that had been slowly creeping up his shaft get ready to burst. And then it happened. There was a flash of blue light, and suddenly Colin’s whole ballsack was covered in electrical sparks. He started seizing and his toes curled in pain. His scream came out in stuttering spurts. As if that weren’t enough, the beehive tightened itself on his chords once more, but this time he could feel the device pulling down, as if it was dragging Colin’s cum back into his balls.

Angie had pulled herself away from Colin in time to watch the display. She hated seeing him this way, but she couldn’t help but get wet from teasing his cock. She could here muffled cries of ecstasy from women in the crowd amidst the cheers and the laughter. Once Colin’s penis was back to its flaccid state, the beehive let up on Colin’s battered boy berries. Angie stood up, wiped the precum from her mouth, and turned to Molly. “Satisfied?” She asked.

Molly had just finished fingering herself to a quiet but powerful orgasm. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were distant. When she gathered herself she responded "Yes. That was plenty satisfying. You have punished Colin well. The goddess smiles upon the both of you. Our service is over."

"Amen," said everyone in the crowd.

“You can pick Colin up tomorrow.” Molly told Angie.

“I thought he was free to go.” Angie protested.

“He is. Tomorrow morning.” Molly with finality in her tone. Colin’s head hung in pain and he was on the verge of blacking out. The priestess took his chin in her hand and made eye contact with him. “I now grant you a goddess’s mercy,” and she twisted his penis head with her free hand. The beehive tightened around his chords again. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he tried to beg for mercy.

“Colin!” Angie cringed.

“I can't spare his balls without at least one night of pure unadulterated torture.” Molly asked.

Angie opened her mouth to respond but thought better of it. This sucked, but it was the best they were going to get. She approached Colin with her most empathetic smile.

“Save me.” Colin managed to squeak.

“I did save you,” Angie reassured. “You get to keep your balls.”

“For now, anyway,” Molly teased.

“It hurts,” Colin protested.

“I know, Colin. It’s only one night. That’s nothing after what you’ve already been through" she tried to sound reassuring. She wanted to make everything better. To take him home and ride his cock until they both came, but instead all she could do was tell him “I’m going home. At least one of us should get some sleep tonight, right tiger?” she laughed. And then she left, giving Colin one last view of her ass as it swayed out the door.