Fempire Chapter 6: And the Horse You Rode Out On

Angie overslept. Last night was exhausting for all the reasons you would expect, and when she got home she collapsed. She missed the foot massage Colin gave every morning. She missed his strong hands, and she missed the way his tongue felt on her toes when she made him lick her feet. She was fingering herself in her sleep thinking about it when there was a knock on the door.


She packed a suitcase and got dressed in a smart red business blouse with black buttons (unbuttoned just enough to show off her cleavage, of course), a matching red jacket with black spots all over the back, a black pencil skirt, and shiny red high heel shoes. She touched up her make up, including hot fire engine red lipstick. Lastly, she wrapped her hair in a red driving scarf, and put on a pair of sunglasses that were in no way meant to hide the fact that she had been crying the night before. The outfit made her look like a ladybug from a long forgotten country she vaguely remembered was called France.


She opened the door, and a handful of confetti was thrown into her face. When she wiped the confetti off her sunglasses, she saw in front of her a man with silvery blonde hair, dressed in a ridiculous pink valet outfit with baggy pants. He had a white horse with him. “Huzzah to the newly weds,” he said, in a forced ye olde accent.


“Who the fuck are you?” She asked, not bothering to hide her irritation.


“I am your surprise valet. I was hired to take you and your husband to your honey moon on a romantic horse ride.”


Angie kicked the man in his balls with her high heeled shoe and he let out a high pitched choking sound as he fell onto his back. “The honeymoon has been cancelled on account of government bullshit. Thanks for reminding me.”


“You’d think these pants would provide me some protection. But no,” the man whined as his eyes bulged from a new wave of pain.


“We’re just gonna drive,” Angie said as she turned to her driveway and noticed her car was missing. “What happened to my car?”


“As part of the surprise, your car has been taken to the shop for a complimentary touch up.” The man wheezed.


“Great, now our trip to the academy will take even longer. Give me that horse,” she grabbed the reins out of the valet’s hands.


“Let me help you up, ma’am,” the valet said as he forced himself to his knees.


“No thanks, I’ve got it,” she said, before stomping on his nuts again and hopping onto the horse.”


“Ooooh, my sleigh bells,” the man cried, and he went back to writhing on the ground.


“No saddle, huh?” Angie noted, “Colin isn’t gonna like that.”

“Wait, when are you going to bring back Apple?” The valet asked.

“I don’t know. When we get back into town I guess.”


“But if I come back to my boss without her, she’ll tie my nuts to the back of her prized racehorse and ride it for miles.”


“Sucks to be you then,” Angie quipped, then she kicked Apple in the side. The horse’s tail whipped the valet in the face as it took off running.

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When the door opened, light filled the room and stung at Colin’s eyes. His eyes needed some time to adjust, as he looked at the blurry figure now marching down the aisle. He assumed another town girl had dropped by to marvel at his punishment. With the beehive twisting at his chords all night, sleep was out of the question, as was comfort, but he was at least hoping for some privacy. But that was not meant to be.

All night women had been coming to see how Colin was doing. They would sit with him as he suffered, commenting on his every humiliation. One woman spent an hour asking him what was wrong, as if she couldn’t fathom why his testicles hurt so much. Another woman told him he should have let Molly castrate him, and asked him if he regretted the decision, as she pointed out how much pain the beehive was causing him.

The woman with him now brought her husband and fucked him right at the altar, making sure to moan right in Colin’s ear. Her husband had not been allowed to cum for six months, but apparently teasing Colin with the earth shattering pleasures she could put her husband through was more stimulating to her than keeping her husband denied. Colin tried to take solace in the fact that his suffering at least got one man an orgasm, and a really good one from the sounds of it, but hearing this woman describe in such detail all the pleasures she was happily bestowing upon her husband and hearing the husband able to do nothing but moan in pleasure only made him feel bitter about the contraption twisting his nut chords, and the women who taunted him for it.

Colin’s eyes had adjusted now and he could see it was Angie walking down the aisle, though not in her wedding dress, which made Colin feel guilty. Angie marched to her fiancé with such purpose that she didn’t even notice the couple in the room until she almost tripped over them at the altar. The man was splayed out on the ground in post-orgasm bliss. His wife was straddling Colin on his wooden post. Her hand caressing his chest. Her tongue tickling his ear. Her hips rubbing her juices all up and down his leg.

“What the fuck is this?” Angela demanded of the couple.

As the light poured into the room, Angie got good look at the couple: she recognized them as the Lings. Mrs. Ling was a beautiful tall woman with straight raven hair, pale skin, and stern almond shaped eyes. Her husband has slightly darker skin and short spiky black hair. Their ancestors were from a place that used to be called China. Mrs. Ling wore her trainer uniform: a black leather outfit that was barely more than a series of straps that covered her in strategic places. Han wore a leash and a dog collar around his neck.

“Hello dear,” Mrs. Ling said with a smile.“Yesterday Han here gave me ten orgasms in a row. I didn’t think he could do it, but I even whipped his balls with a riding crop for the last three just to see how hard he would work to please me. My hubby did not disappoint.” Mrs. Ling was the town trainer: it was her job to teach men their place in the social hierarchy. She spent her days training men to both worship and fear women. She taught them how to pleasure women, how to follow a woman’s orders, and she was an avid believer in the powers of punishment and reward. “As fun as it would’ve been to keep on whipping his balls after that, I couldn’t let such an impressive performance go unrewarded. And, you know what they say, one man’s reward can be another man’s punishment. So when I heard that Colin here was being punished, for a very naughty crime, I might add,” Mrs. Ling slapped Colin’s nuts at that. Not hard, but hard enough (especially given the beehive was still twisting). “I thought ‘what better way to reward Han than to show our problem child what happens when you serve your woman well.” She turned back to Colin, sending shivers down his spine as she cooed into his ear “see what you’re missing boy?”

“It feels so good,” Han said, stretching out on the ground.

“Oh it does, does it?” Angie asked in an annoyed tone. She stomped her high heeled red shoe hard into Han’s balls. Han went from elation to pain in an instant. He shrunk from his stretched out position into a small ball of pain, clutching his knees in his arms and rocking back and forth on the ground. “How good does that feel?”

“I guess your reward is over, Han,” Mrs. Ling said without any empathy in her voice.

“Get off of him,” Angie demanded.

Mrs. Ling removed herself from Colin without passion. She tugged on Han’s leash and pulled him onto all fours. “Let’s go Han, you’ve got chores to do.” Mrs. Ling walked towards the door and Han crawled behind her, despite the swelling pain in his balls. He was so well trained.

Angie wrapped her arms around him, stroking his dirty blonde hair. “Oh Colin, I missed you so much.”

“Angie” Colin said dimly.

“Yesterday was so terrible! I didn’t even want to get out of bed today. I didn’t want to see you not there and be reminded that this was really happening.”

“The beehive.”

“Oh,” Angie put her hands on her mouth, surprised at her own ditziness. “I’m so sorry Colin. I forgot it was on all night. Here I am complaining about getting to sleep in my big comfy bed, while you were here all night getting your testies twisted. Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

Colin looked at her with bloodshot eyes. “Turn it off!”

“Oh duh!” Angie said with an embarrassed face palm. She delicately put one hand on the tip of Colin’s penis and twisted the beehive… the wrong way.”

“EEEYAAAAAAAH” Colin shrieked like a little girl and his already mangled ball chords were twisted tighter than the beehive was designed to twist.”

“Sorry, sorry sorry,” Angie apologized. She quickly turned the hive head back in the other direction, and it stopped squeezing Colin’s chords. Colin’s whole body shook as he tried to recover from his night of torture.

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Angie untied Colin, put his arm around her shoulder, and carried him out of the church. Neither one of them wanted to stop and see Mother Molly.

“What is this?” Colin asked when he saw the horse.

“This is Apple,” Angela said. “She’s our ride.”

“What about the car?” Colin asked. Despite his genitals begging for a break, he couldn’t help staring at Angie’s ass as she climbed on top of the horse.

“I’ll explain on the road. Get on.”

“But, I’m naked.”

“Men are naked in the Fempire all the time.”

“But- there’s no saddle. Won’t that hurt my…?“

“No more than the beehive already hurt it,” Angie laughed nervously. “Sorry, I shouldn’t tease. But we’re already behind schedule. You can put some clothes on when we stop for the night. Now get on. I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

It was.

As soon as Angie kicked the horse into gear, Colin was lifted off of its back, and as he landed back down, his entire body weight landed on his nuts. But they weren’t there for long. After another stride the horse knocked Colin back into the air and he landed on his nuts again. And again. Every couple of steps Colin bounced onto his balls.

Women on the street stared as they saw Angie and Colin bouncing on the speeding horse. Girls pointed so their friends could see, and laughed each time Colin’s balls hit the horse.

“Babe,” Colin asked politely, tapping Angie on the back, “can we slow down?”

“What? Did that beehive drive you crazy? We can’t slow down!”

“But the galloping is crushing my balls,” Colin whimpered through the pain.

“You should of thought of that before you got your dick locked up.” Angie said with scorn as she brought Apple onto the highway.

Colin was speechless. Angie never talked to him like that.

“I’m sorry Colin,” Angie said, not taking her eyes of the road. As Apple darted through openings between cars. Her voice had softened. “I know this isn’t your fault. It’s all some big bureaucratic mistake. I want to get it corrected immediately, so you can get that leech off your pecker and we can start our lives together. When this is over I promise I will rub whatever still hurts.”

Colin wanted to respond. He wanted to tell her he forgave her. That he couldn’t wait until he got the cage off so he could fuck her brains out. That he understood her impatience, probably better than she did, and how much he needed her touch. But before he could respond, Angie had Apple jump over a car. When the horse landed, Angie and Colin thudded down on it with more force than any previous bounce. Now Colin was speechless for an entirely different reason.

Angie assumed his silence meant he was mad her. ‘Fine, if he’s gonna be mad anyway, then I’ll just do what I think is best regardless of what he says. That’s what a woman is supposed to do with her man anyway.’ And so she continued riding Apple at full speed. She continued to jump over cars, despite the pain the impact left on Colin’s balls. Colin buried his face in her back and she could feel his pained moans, though she couldn’t hear them over the wind. ‘Some day he’ll thank me for this.’