Fempire Chapter 7: Giblets

Chapter 7: Giblets

“I’d ask for you license and registration,” the highway cop said, “but you don’t need a license for a horse.”

“Our car is in the shop,” Angie said. “We had to improvise.”

“Well this highway is for electric vehicles only. Ordinarily with bikers I just write a ticket and send you to the bike lane, but horses aren’t allowed on the bike path either. So I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to get off.”

“Get off?” Angie repeated.“Get off the high way, ma’am. That horse is illegal. I’ll have to confiscate it.”

“Do you really have to do that?” Angie flashed the auburn haired cop her sweetest smile.

“I’m afraid so ma’am.”

It was times like this where Angie wished she had been alive in the day of male cops. Sure, the history books told that they were even more violent than the female cops of today, but Angie knew that if she were stopped by a man, this would never happen.“Ok, just let us get to the nearest exit, and we’ll stay off the highway.”

“The horse has already been used to violate traffic laws,” the cop said, grinning through her helmet and sunglasses. “I have to confiscate it.”

“With all do respect officer, I know that’s not true. I’m a respected member of the Fempire, you can’t just confiscate my horse willy nilly.”

“Not if it were just you, but you’re traveling with a man, an unmarried one, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Don’t remind me,” Angie said.“And is that a beehive I see? Yep, I have all the probable cause I need. Now get off that horse before I take you off.”

“Oh so now you’re going to threaten me with force? I’d like to see that. Women still have rights.”

“Let’s just do what she says, Angie,” Colin pleaded with his fiancé. “We’re already in enough trouble with the cops as it-“

Colin was interrupted by the cop’s hand pulling him forcefully off of the horse. The cop dragged him down so that he landed crotch first on her knee. The impact was hard and fast. The air left Colin’s lungs, and the cop unceremoniously let him drop to his knees cupping his balls.

“Colin!” Angela jumped off the horse and got down on the ground to give Colin some comforting pats on the back. It did little to sooth him. “What’d you do that for? I’m the one who was antagonizing you.”

“Yes you were, and kneeing his nuts hurt you more than I could legally cause you otherwise. Besides,” she smiled, “it got you off your horse.” The cop took the horse’s reigns and brought it with her to her motorcycle, tying it to her bike before riding off with it, leaving the couple coughing up her dust.

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“Welcome to Giblets” the waitress said and she placed a menu down in front of Angie and Colin. “What would you like to eat? Scrambled eggs?” The waitress glanced down at Colin’s swollen testicles, “or have you already had enough of those?”

“Just water, please,” Colin ordered. He tried not to stare at the waitress’s rack, but her uniform, which somehow made dressing like a chicken look sexy, drew the eye to her nipples, which were very pointy in the cold restaurant air.

“And I’ll have the blood sausage,” Angie said. “You have no idea how much I’ve been craving that.”

“Coming right up,” she blew a streak of blue hair out of her eye and back into her otherwise strawberry blonde hair. “Would you like to pay for that with money, or would you like to pay with the hive.”

“Excuse me?” Colin asked.“Most of the customers here at Giblets are truckers. And most truckers are felons with beehives of their own. Trucking is one of the only jobs they can get, you see. Naturally, they don’t have a lot of money. But me and the girls here,” she motioned the flowing wing on her sleeve towards two girls in similar outfits, “we feel kinda bad for the creeps. Want to help them out little. So we offer the boys a little discount. But nothing in life is free, you know. We’ve gotta get something out of the deal. So if you let us have fun with your little friend down there, not so little in your case, we’ll give you a discount.”

Colin opened his mouth to reject the offer, but Angie beat him to the punch: “how big a discount?”

Colin stared at his fiancé, but she ignored him.

“That depends darling,” the waitress blew that same strand of hair out of her face again, “how much fun are you going to give us?”

“What’d you have in mind?” Angie asked.

The waitress looked down towards Colin’s beehive. “See that cable under your seat?”

Colin looked under the booth he was sitting on and saw a blue cable. He pulled it up to look at it, and it moved with the slack of a seatbelt.

“There’s a plug on the hive where your dingle meets your danglers. If you plug that in we can zap your balls with an app on our phones. Like this.” The waitress pointed her phone towards a trucker sitting in the corner of the diner, eating a ham sandwich. A blue cable was sticking out of his open fly. She tapped a button on her phone and the trucker jumped a little in his seat, then went back to eating.

“That doesn’t look so bad,” Angie said to Colin.

“Oh that was just the lowest setting.” The waitress hit the second setting and the trucker grunted, and hunched over in his chair. He sat there for a long moment, halfway through a bite of the sandwich he was still holding up to his face. “Want to see setting three?”

“That won’t be necessary. How much of a discount would this give us?” Angie asked looking cool as a cucumber in her ladybug business outfit.

“That depends on how much fun we have with him. That fella over there has been coming to us for years. He ain’t as fun as he once was. Sometimes it takes a full third level shock just to get a good reaction out of him. But your boy is young. He seems jittery. How long have you been wearing that hive, boy?”

Colin was too embarrassed to look the waitress in the eye. “A little over a day now.”

“Ho-ho, your brand spanking new. You’ll be fun to break in.”

‘I am broken in,’ Colin grimaced, shaking as he thought about the nonstop torment of the beehive the previous night.

“If you do it, I’m sure we can knock as much as fifty percent off your bill with the fun we’ll have you. Heck, maybe more.”

“Promise you’ll never give him more than a level two shock and you’ve got a deal.” Angie extended her hand to the waitress. The waitress spat in her hand and gripped Angie firmly between the fingers. Angie kept her poise as the chicken woman’s loogie squished down her wrist.

With her other hand, the waitress took the cable from Colin, and attached it to his beehive. The action sent a small spark of electricity into Colin’s nads, making him jolt. The waitress smiled at Colin as she blew that same pesky blue strand of hair out of her face. “Testing.” She tapped her phone and hit Colin with a level one shock. He felt the electricity travel through the cable and right between his balls, and spread into his entire groin. He shook in his seat for about three seconds before clutching the table and gasping for air. “Welcome to Giblets pumpkin.” She winked an eye at Colin that was painted in blue eye shadow, matching the streak in her hair, and said “I’ll go place your order. Back in a jiff.” She kicked her leg backwards coquettishly as she skipped to the kitchen.

Angie scanned the menu to see if there was anything else she wanted with her sausage. “There’s got to be something you’d like.” When Colin didn’t answer her, she looked up from her menu. He was staring at her, with bloodshot eyes. “What?” She asked.

“Why did you let her that?”

“Fifty percent off, Colin. You can take a few little zappies for a discount like that. You should be thanking me for not letting them use the third setting.”

“I don’t think I can take the second setting either! With all my balls have been through, even the first setting really hurts.”

Angie rolled her eyes. “If that’s how you feel then you can pay that half of the meal with your money. Oh that’s right, you have no money. I’m the breadwinner of this relationship. So if you can’t pay your half with money then you can pay for it with your balls.”

“I’m not hungry.” Colin answered.

“You need to keep your strength up for when we get to the Stinger academy.”

“And this cable around my balls is supposed to, what, charge my battery? EEEP”

Colin banged his knee on the bottom of the table as a jolt of first level shock circled up his chords.Colin looked toward the counter and saw the waitress and the other two chicks laughing at him. One of them was a short girl with straight jet black hair that went halfway down her back. She was sitting on one of the stools with her feet up on the stool with her and her knees up in her chest. The position made her looked curled up like an armadillo, but it also pushed her boobs up and gave the entire restaurant a perfect look straight down her cleavage. The other chick stood behind the counter with a manhating grin on her face. She was a tall skinny woman chewing gum. She had short curly black hair that was shaved off of one side. Unlike the other waitresses, this one was not wearing a yellow showgirl-style chicken suit. Instead she wore only a tail feather skirt, and an eggshell bra, through which Colin could see her squish her boobs together as she blew a bubble in her mouth and popped it.

“I don’t like the way you’re speaking to me, Colin. I’m the only friend you have left. Everyone else takes one look between your legs and wants to make you cry out in pain.” Colin yelped and put his head on the table as he was nailed with a level two shock. “See?”

Unlike the first shocks, this shock did not go away. It lingered in his nuts and shook him up into his abdomen. Colin turned his head to the side to look at the waitresses. His waitress and the waitress in a bra were looking right at him laughing, while their little friend curled up on her stool had her head turned shyly away from the table, looking at them only through the corner of her eye. When the tears cleared from his eyes, Colin noticed the stool chick was holding her finger down on her phone, and she had a faint grin on her lips.

“W-w-w-why that little-“ Colin convulsed.

“Here you are,” their strawberry blonde waitress dropped Angie’s sausage, Colin’s water, and a plate of fries on the table.

“We didn’t order any fries.” Angie said.

“Oh they’re on the house, sugar. Compliments us the girls in the back.” The curly haired waitress in a bra gave Colin a sarcastic wave, while the straight haired girl on the stool just kept looking away and holding down the button. Their waitress leaned down and spoke into Colin’s ear. “How’s level two treating you, hun?”

Colin seized in his chair.

“Answer her, Colin. You’re embarrassing me.”

“I… feel it in my teeth.” Colin said.

“Your teeth?” The waitress blew at her blue strand.

“Ya,” Colin mumbled. “I can feel it from my balls to my teeth.”

“Delightful,” the waitress said. “Holler if you need anything.” She turned back to the counter. “That’s enough, Sheila. Give someone else a turn.”

The level two shock ceased, and Colin gave one last shake. But, before he had a chance to revel in his relief, he was brought straight upright in his seat by a level one shock, courtesy of their strawberry blonde.

“Would it have killed you to thank them for the fries?” Angie asked.

“I didn’t even see them on the table. YIP” Colin yelped. The chick in a bra gave him a level one shock.

“Whatever, Colin. If you want to pout about your balls, go ahead and pout. But we’ve got bigger chestnuts to roast. There isn’t a car dealership in this podunk little town. How are we going to get to the stinger academy now?”

Colin realized Angie expected an answer. “I guess we could walk,” Colin grimaced. “Or hitchike. AYE” Another level one shock flicked his nuts

“We barely made it the three miles you carried me here.” Angie held the big red sausage at the tip of her fork causally. The end of it dangled on her chin and she didn’t seem to notice.

“Those heels of yours were not made for walking. OW” Colin looked at the curly haired waitress in a bra. She leaned over the counter, giving him a good look at her cleavage. She looked at him proudly as she gave him level one shock after level one shock in unpredictable intervals.

“All of my shoes have some kind of wedge. And I won’t give up any more suitcases.” She gestured to the two suitcases she had with her, one larger than the other.

“That’s a lot of clothes. How long did you plan to be away?” Colin asked.

\*SHOCK\*

Angie let the sausage touch her lips. Angie licked the sausage between words, but she didn’t stop talking. “I’ve got clothes that would have at least lasted through the honeymoon.”

\*SHOCK\*

“I can’t stop thinking about all the fun we could be having right now.”

\*SHOCK\*

“You and me, and all my little outfits.”

\*SHOCK\*

“Rolling all over each other in bed."

\*SHOCK\*

“You firing load after load of cum into every hole in my body.”

\*SHOCK\*

“And since it was our honeymoon I made sure my outfits were extra revealing.”

\*SHOCK\*

“Not that it would make a difference. All you’d notice is my mouth wrapped in a ring around your cock and I took the edging lessons I’d learned in tease school to bring you closer \*SHOCK\* and closer \*SHOCK\* and closer to the edge. Until finally you blew your hot spunk into me. Or onto me. We’d be doing it so many times you could’ve tried any number of things. Hahaha”

\*SHOCK\* \*SHOCK\* \*SHOCK\*

“Would you stop that!” Colin snapped at the chick in a bra. She looked him in the eye, blew a large bubble, and when the bubble popped all over her face, she gave Colin a shock at second level.

Colin gasped and Angie thought it made him sound like a little boy. “Colin will you stop your whining? You’re embarrassing me.”

“I’m embarrassing you? Gah!”

Their waitress interrupted their conversation with a level one shock of her own. “How y’all doing? Can I get you anything else?”

“You’ve done enough,” Colin coughed. “Just bring us the check.”

“I’m sorry about him,” Angela told the waitress. “He’s just a little cranky from being put in the beehive. Aren’t you?”

“And the night of having my balls squeezed at the church.” Colin grumbled.

“Oh would you quit complaining about that, already? I saved your balls and all you do is bitch about it. You know he hasn’t thanked me once for keeping the Mother from castrating him?”

“Want me to hit him with a third level shock to teach him a lesson?”

That is exactly what Angie wanted. She was getting sick of Colin’s negative attitude. Ever since their wedding all Colin has wanted to do was whine and moan about how much his balls ached. He never wanted to do anything about it. Never had any ideas on how they could actually solve this problem. A problem that was entirely Colin’s, by the way. Angie could leave him any time and found the fact that Colin didn’t remember that kind of frustrating. Why couldn’t he see that everything Angie has done has been to save his balls and get him out of his cock cage. Maybe a third level shock would be just the thing to remind him how he should be treating his fiancé.

But before she said anything, she heard a familiar voice say “get out of that booth,” from across the diner. “It’s mine now.”

Angie turned and recognized the highway cop from earlier. Her standard blue and yellow leather uniform outlined her legs well, and she had auburn helmet hair from riding around all day. She was standing over the big trucker their waitress had shocked earlier as a demonstration.

“Come on officer,” the trucker said. “There are plenty of empty tables for you to sit at.”

The officer grabbed the trucker by the shoulders and pulled him out of his seat. He let out a yelp as the cable disconnected from his beehive and gave him a jolt. “Don’t make me pull up your record, perv. I’m sure there’s something I could bring you in on.”

“Ok, ok,” the trucker said, defeated. “Let me just grab my-“ the officer slammed the trucker down on her knee and let him slump to the ground. At first it looked like he was going to land on her, but she sidled into the seat he had been occupying, and casually pushed his food off the table and onto his head. Colin cringed, seeing a man who could supposedly take a level three shock be brought to the ground by the petite officer.

Angie’s anger hit a fever pitch when she saw the cop come in. Hornyt or not, this was an officer of the Fempire. She loved to use her power, and, like all cops, as Angie had come to see in the recent days, she loved to abuse her power over men. Even if it meant inconveniencing other women. This cop made them get off their horse. She added hours to their travel time, possibly more if they couldn’t find another vehicle, and she doesn’t even know what Colin did to earn that hive. It doesn’t matter to them. Angie wanted revenge.

That’s when Angie had an idea. An idea that she would need Colin functional for. So she turned to the waitress and said, “that’s ok. Just bring us the check.”

“Fine,” the waitress pouted. Colin grunted as the waitress gave him a second level shock and held her finger down for three seconds. She didn’t even bother blowing the blue streak out of her face when she turned around and approached the trucker on the ground. “Ooh that looked like it hurt.” She helped him up, putting his arm around her and bringing him to the door. “Don’t you worry about paying today, darling. I haven’t seen you make a face like that in years. Today you eat free.”

“I’ve got a 400 mile drive ahead of me,” the trucker said, with one hand still on his balls. “I don’t think I’m gonna make it.”

The waitress in the eggshell bra was already taking the cops order.

Back at the table, Angie shifted her eyes toward the cop, “you see, who I see?” She asked Colin.

Colin turned, “it’s the cop who took our horse.”

“She’s our ticket out of this town, Colin. Her motorcycle can go much faster than a horse.”

“I don’t expect her to offer us a ride,” Colin said.

Angie rolled her eyes. ‘Was this really the furthest his male mind could go?’ she thought to herself. “Well duh. That’s why we’re not going to ask her for a ride. We’re going to take one.”

Colin opened his mouth to ask another question, but was interrupted by the sight of Angie taking half the sausage in her mouth. The sight made him drool.

“I’ll get up and make some kind of distraction,” Angie said. “Then, once the cop isn’t looking, you lift the keys from her pocket, sneak outside, and start the motorcycle. I’ll catch up to you and we’ll get the hell out of here.”

“You want to steal a cop cycle? But what if she catches me? She could-“

“What could she do to you that they haven’t already done?”

Colin couldn’t believe his wife’s short memory. Just yesterday the church threatened to pop both of his testicles for a crime he still didn’t know he committed. And it would have been totally legal. Imagine what a highway cop would do to a man in a beehive if she caught him trying to steal her keys. “I don’t know what she’s capable of doing to my testicles. But I don’t want to find out.”

“No problem. All you have to do is not get caught. I have faith in you. You can be a real sneak when you’re motivated. I almost never catch you staring at people’s tits, but I know you do it.”

“I-“ the strawberry blonde waitress, now returning from dropping off the battered trucker, interrupted Colin’s protest with a friendly level 1 shock. This gave him a chance to think better of denying Angie’s accusation, especially as he took the time to notice the waitress’s cleavage through her chicken dress once again.

Angie leaned in and gave Colin a conspiratorial whisper “when the waitress comes back with our check, I’ll go to the ladies room to freshen up. When I come out, I’ll come up with some distraction to get everyone’s attention on me. When she’s distracted, you grab her keys, and sneak out of the restaurant.”

“How do we get back together?”

“We’ll see what the play is and find a place for you to pick me up.”

“The play?” Colin gave Angie a quizzical look.

“Colin, if we hope to ever get married, you’re going to have to stop questioning everything I say. The road ahead of us is hard, and it will require sacrifices from both of us. But when we sort this out, we can finally be together. And when we are together, we’ll do everything we talked about doing on our honeymoon and more.” Angie gave the rest of the sausage the sloppiest blowjob Colin had ever seen before swallowing it.

Colin gave Angie a sad smile, “You talk as if you know we will be able to fix this. What if they don’t take the beehive off my cock?”

Angie let the comfort leave her face and gave Colin an honest glare, “then we were doomed to failure from the beginning. But if we accept that without trying everything we can, that’s just giving up. Rolling around in our own graves. Which is what you’d actually be doing if you die in that beehive. It will tease you even in death. So what will it be Colin. Are we just going to give up, or do you want to believe in something wonderful?”

Angie crossed her arms and folded them under her breasts, pushing them up. She wore her sternest face. It was a face Colin recognized as her business face. It was easy to mistake it for a look of anger, even disgust, but Colin knew what it really meant. It meant ‘hey dummy, think about what I’m saying before you answer.’

So Colin thought. Through the fog the pain and the blue balls left in his brain he thought about his life with Angie. He knew two things for sure, he knew she was smarter than him, and he knew that she loved him. He hated to admit it to himself, but he knew he should be grateful to Angie for leaving him in the church all night with the hive tightening on his sack. It was the only way to keep them from castrating him, and she got him out of it as quick as she could. She has been doing everything she can to help him, he just didn’t always realize what she was thinking at the time. She was treating every problem they came across with the creativity and determination she would treat a problem at work. How could he expect anything less? So, he fought down his resentment, and his fear, and he decided to trust his fiancé. “Alright,” Colin said coldly. “I’ll do it.”

Angie started to smile and moved to take Colin’s hand in hers. Before she could, Colin let out a ear piercing scream. His arms flailed into the air, and he collapsed into himself like a deflating raft. He curled onto the booth, then collapsed onto the floor. He convulsed in pain, gagging on what felt like his nuts being lodged into his throat. One side of his face was pressed against the floor, being soaked by his own tears, snot, and saliva. He noticed an orange chicken heel land in front of his face. He looked up the see their strawberry blonde waitress. From this angle he could see up her yellow chicken dress to her sequin teal panites. His eyes went further up past her tits and up to her face. She blew the blue strand of hair out of her faced and smiled innocently down at him. Her finger was on the third level shock on her phone. “Ooopsies, my finger slipped.” She dropped the check on the table. “For that little mistake I’ll drop you from fifty percent off to sixty percent off.”

“That’s so sweet of you.” Angie thanked the waitress. “See Colin, a that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Colin didn’t answer. He just kept crying. Angie rubbed Colin’s back from the booth. “There there, tiger. It’s ok. Deep breathes.”

Colin closed his eyes tight to fight the tears and the pain. This was worse than a level one and level two shock combined. Angie left a few dollars on the table, and stood. “I’m going to go freshen up.

Colin’s eyes lingered on Angie’s butt as it swayed in her skirt. Then he looked back up to the waitress, who looked down at him annoyed. “What? No tip?”