Fempire Chapter 8: Dine and Smash

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Colin lay on the floor clutching his nuts. He was still reeling from both the third level shock Darla, their strawberry blonde waitress, ‘accidentally’ gave him, and from her stomping her orange high heeled shoe onto his still screaming nuts as she walked back to the kitchen (also an ‘accident’). How was Colin supposed to steal the cop’s keys in this state?

Colin looked up across the restaurant to watch the cop eating her meal. She took a nasty bite out other meatballs and chomped on it, letting little flecks of sauce and meat fall on her pale breasts and in between her cleavage. She terrified him but he still couldn’t help but feel a tingle of desire from within his beehive as he saw the way her blue and yellow leather cop uniform fit so tightly down her bust to her hips and down her legs hugging her knees.

‘Those knees,’ he thought to himself. He remembered very clearly what she had done to him with those knees. How she pulled him off their horse and slammed her knee up into his balls on his way down. He looked closely and realized that she was wearing pads on both of her knees. They were thick black kneepads with two large hard bumps in the center. ‘That’s why it hurt so bad’ Colin thought, remembering how when her knee hit him it didn’t feel like one solid bump to both balls, but rather two smaller bumps each hitting his nuts at the same time. These kneepads weren’t meant to protect them: they were meant to make their knees hurt more. And she was not afraid to use them, even just a few minutes ago she used them on a trucker who didn’t get out of his seat fast enough. What would she do to someone she caught trying to steal her keys?

This was crazy. His nuts already hurt so much from their waitress, and from everything else that had happened to him in the past day. He couldn’t take more of this abuse or he was sure he’d lose his mind and they’d send him to one of those asylums for the insanely ballbusted. He should just give up now and get used to a life without orgasms.

That’s when Angie came out of the bathroom. ‘Angie,’ Colin thought. How did he ever get so lucky as to win the love of a woman like her. Yes, she bossed him around, and yes she had been mean to him in the past few days, but she was still perfect. Sweeter to him than any other woman he met, smarter than most of them, hotter than all of them, and most of all, despite recent events, he knew she was on his side. He was finally starting to appreciate that he wouldn’t still have his balls if not for what she did for him. Throughout this whole nightmare, Angie had been fighting tooth and nail, standing up to every woman in power who wanted to make Colin’s life hell. Sure, it was easier for her to do without the distraction of a cursed pair of testicles between her legs, but she could’ve left Colin and found a new man at anytime, and she didn’t. She kept on fighting, while Colin just groveled for mercy, helpless on the floor, too overwhelmed to even think of possible solutions. How was he ever going to live up to the expectations of such an exceptional woman? He was a cowardly fool who was still embarrassed to be naked in public, no matter how many times it happened, and she was a brilliant businesswoman who was so brave that she had no problem walking out of the bathroom into a room full of people without a top on. He couldn’t disappoint her. Wait a second…?

Colin’s vision was still a little blurry from that waitress’s stomp (he could swear she twisted her heel as she stepped on him, just to be a bitch), but that was still no excuse for how long it took his brain to register that his fiancé had come out of the bathroom without her blouse, jacket and, bra all stuffed into her purse. She still had on the black skirt, the red heels, the red scarf around her head, and the sunglasses, but there was nothing covering her absolutely gorgeous tits. They hung so pertly from her chest. They didn’t sag, but they did jiggle with every step. The air conditioning in the restaurant also left them in a very pointy state. But Colin couldn’t enjoy it. He thought he was going to be the only man who got to saw Angie naked. Yes it was her body, and she could do with it what she wanted (she could even sleep with other guys if she wanted to, the fempire’s marriage laws did not recognize the concept of female adultery), but still it hurt Colin to see the looks on the truckers faces as she came out of the restroom.

It wasn’t just the truckers who took notice, though it was clear that the truckers were all very aware of the topless beauty in the room based on how much they all began to squirm in their beehives. The waitresses all laughed and smiled at each other when they saw Angie, pointing to the different men they saw squirming. The auburn haired officer kept eating, but Angie noticed her glancing up at Angie every now and then, just like she wanted.”

“Be careful walking around here like that,” Darla told Angie. “Our customers are pretty pent up.”

“What are you talking about?” Angie said innocently before looking down. “Whoopsie,” she shrieked girlishly.

“Haha,” laughed Freya, the waitress in the eggshell bra, “ya, you’re going to make their beehives sting them if you don’t cover up.”

“Oh come now,” Angie responded, with her most dismissive tone, “they’re not going to cum over a little glance of tit.”

“Don’t be so sure, Darla said. “These guys have been locked up for years. A hot piece like you showing off those big milkers could send any one of them over.”

Angela cringed inside at the thought of Colin’s thick cock being locked up for years, but she kept it hidden; she had a distraction to cause. “Oh come on. That’s just silly. You’re saying these ugly old guys are so horny that I’m not allowed to be comfortable. I mean this is the Fempire after all. Hey, you there,” Angie called to a trucker at the end of the bar. He had gray appearing in his black hair, and wore jeans and a flannel shirt. “Are my tits bothering you?” All of the waitresses laughed as Angie shimmied to jiggle her breasts. Even the cop let out a little chuckle.

The trucker didn’t look up. He was trying very hard not to look at Angie’s tits. The man wasn’t looking to get involved, but Angie needed a distraction, so this poor trucker didn’t have a choice. She felt bad for what she was about to do, but instead of letting the man finish his meal in peace, she went up to him. “Hey! I asked you if my tits bother you.” Angie put her hands on her hips and thrust her chest right into his face.

“Please, I don’t want any trouble,” the trucker said, still not looking up. “Gah,” the trucker clutched his balls through his beehive. He looked across the bar and saw Sheila, the little waitress curled up on a barstool, holding her finger on a level two shock just for him. “Answer her question, Dale,” she said almost too softly to hear.

Dale forced himself to look up to Angie, first to her tits, then to her eyes, then back to her tits. “They’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Angie giggled, “but that’s not what I asked. Are they bothering you?”

“No,” the trucker lied, hoping it’d end the conversation.

“Really?” Angie called his bluff. “Because I was talking to those waitresses over there,” the waitresses waved at him with curling fingers, “and they say big beautiful boobs like mine could drive you guys crazy.”

“No. I’m fine,” Dale groaned as he felt his dick strain to get hard within his beehive to no avail. Unfortunately for him, it would only change to its more flexible condom textured setting (or condom setting for short) when a woman touched it the right way. Dale’s remained hard and unbending (cage mode) and his penis hurt as it failed to grow.

“Really?” Angie asked again. “How long has your little buddy been locked away?” Angie asked, taking his cock in her hand.”

Dale gasped. When Angie touched his cage it turned back into its condom setting, and Dale felt every movement of her hand. “F-four years.”

Angie laughed in his face. “Shut up. Your little cocky has been locked up for four years, and you don’t mind a girl as hot as me coming up to you and stuffing my tits in your face?”

“Do whatever you want ma’am,” Dale said, resigned. “It’s a free country… for women.”

“I don’t believe you,” Angie spat. “My fiancé has been locked up a day and his mind is already on its way out the door.” Angie look toward Colin, who was still on the floor, and screamed at him with his eyes to get up, before turning back to Dale with a loud teasy laugh.

“You’re really going to tell me that it doesn’t make you even the teensiest bit uncomfortable when stroke your trapped cock up and down and shove my tits in your face, knowing all it will get you is a firecracker of pain in your nuts.” Angie pulled and twisted at the man’s beehive, not caring that Colin could see what she was doing: she was doing it for him. Dale’s beehive started beeping, signaling that it wouldn’t be long before it blocked Dale’s orgasm manually (and painfully).

“Yes, yes it bothers me. Your stroking bothers me. Your slutty tits bother me. This entire fucking fempire bothers me you crazy bitch!” Angie stopped stroking, and Dale exhaled right as Angie punched him in the balls and Darla hit him with a third level shock at the same time. He fell off his stool.

“I knew it!” Angie proclaimed loudly, making sure the cop could hear. “You were lying the whole time! You can’t stand how sexy I am. I can’t stand liars. Especially male liars lying to women,” Angie said, taking whatever flimsy excuse Dale gave her to keep making a scene. “I think I need to teach you a lesson about how to talk to your female superiors.”

“Ya,” Darla said through her laughter, “lets get him girls. Nobody calls a woman a bitch in our restaurant.”

Freya popped a big bubble in her mouth and smirked, “It’s been a while since I busted balls with my own hands… and feet. You coming Sheila?” The tiny girl quietly got off her stool and approached Dale with the others. She had a huge smile on her face.

Angie smiled at the waitresses. She knew she could count on the local women of the fempire to jump at the chance to punish some guy. Didn’t matter if he did anything wrong or not, most women of the fempire would take any excuse to torment a man, and these waitresses were no exception. Even Angie had to admit that, while she did feel a little guilty about tormenting this man who did nothing to her, she still felt excitement coarse through her body as she teased Dale and punched the air out of him.

“Please, no,” Dale begged, as Freya pulled his pants down to his ankles, and Sheila pulled his hands over his head and sat on them with her surprisingly huge ass. “Don’t do this to me. I’m one of your best customers.”

“True,” Darla admitted, as she stepped between his legs. “But you’re broke, and lately your screams to our shocks haven’t been that loud. I mean what was that reaction to the level three shock?”

“It took me to the ground,” he protested.

“Ya,” Darla conceded,” but you just gasped a bit. Four years ago a shock like that would’ve made you scream.” She stomped on his nuts with the pointy heal of her shoe, driving her weight directly into the center of his left testicle. Dale screamed at the top of his lungs. He sounded more like a chihuahua than a man. “There,” Darla said with satisfaction. “That’s more like it. Who wants to do that to his right nut?”

Any jealousy Colin felt when Angie stroked Dale’s cock was now gone.

The waitresses descended on Dale’s nuts like a gaggle of demons. Switching positions repeatedly as they took turns stomping on his nuts with their pointy shoes. Angie looked at the cop with satisfaction: her eyes were glued to what they were doing. She tried to see what Colin was up to but before she could Freya said “get in here girl!” If Angie didn’t rejoin the fun then it might give away what they were actually planning. So Angie resigned herself and sat down between Dale’s legs. She took one leg in each hand and stretched them as wide apart as she could. She told Dale “sorry about this,” trying to sound as sarcastic as she could in front of the girls, but hoping Dale knew she meant it. Then, with her own pointy red heel, she kicked Dale’s balls into his pelvis as hard as she could. The kick made Dale’s vision go blurry. His head shook in Sheila’s hands making the small girl laugh.

“Had enough?” Angie asked, and the man nodded to her frantically. She looked over to see the cop still watching and laughing. Her cheeks were looking a little red, and she appeared to be squirming in her seat.

Behind her, Angie saw Colin, looking at the cop’s tool belt with this stupid nervous look on his face. Angie loved that look most of the time, but right now he had a job to do, and Angie had to keep the distraction going. She looked back to Dale and said “well, I haven’t.” And proceeded to slam her pointy tipped shoe hard into his pelvis over and over again, nailing his balls with each stomp.

Colin was right behind the cop. He couldn’t believe she didn’t notice him behind her, but he had to admit Angie was creating a great distraction. He didn’t like seeing her act so cruelly, and he felt a kinship to the poor trucker at his wife’s feet. Yes, the man had a beehive on, so technically he was a criminal, but then Colin had one too. Maybe this guy was another victim of Fempire injustice. ‘Still,’ Colin thought, ‘better him than me.’

Colin glanced down at the auburn officer. At first his eyes went to her… nametag. He totally wasn’t looking at the woman’s cleavage, he was looking at the name tag next to it, he swears. Her name was officer Aubrey (Aubrey, the auburn, Colin through to himself). Then his gaze went to her belt, and he took stock of all of the tools she wore on said belt: handcuffs, a walkie-talkie, a police baton, pliers, a taser (or stinger as they’re often called), a knife, and a spray can of something called ball mace. There was no gun on her belt, but officers of the fempire did not need them. All the guns were melted down and used to create the Fempire’s infrastructure decades ago. With no guns for the men to hide behind, the cops didn’t need any of their own. Heck, women in the fempire were taught from a young age how to defeat any man in combat (go for the balls obviously), so most of the time cops didn’t even need their tools. Of course, that didn’t mean they didn’t still use them.

Colin saw officer Aubrey’s keys dangling at her hip between the pliers and the ball mace. How was he ever going to get them away from her?

All of the waitresses screamed in surprise as Angie dropped a particularly hard stomp into Dale’s balls. Angie covered her own mouth upon hearing the squelching sound Dale’s nut made. She looked up, saw the cop staring at her, and played it off as if she was holding back laughter, not shock. She looked Aubrey right in the eyes and said “guess the little bitch can’t take it.”

Aubrey smiled, “few men can. But I see no better way to teach them their place.”

“Do you know you’re place?” Angie asked Dale, though she was really talking for Aubrey’s benefit. “Know your place. It’s right below a women’s foot.” And she gave his ball (which her foot was still on) a sharp twist. Dale crunched his head up at the pain, but couldn’t make it far with Sheila still on his hands.

“Think he’s had enough?” Angie asked the officer, making very brief eye contact with Colin as she said it.

Colin crouched behind Aubrey’s table and slowly moved his hand towards her keys. Aubrey leaned way forward to get a better look at Dale. This made her keys hang free off the side of the booth from her belt. “I’d say so.” Aubrey said.

Colin touched the keys for a second before Aubrey got up and walked towards Dale.

‘Damn!’ Colin and Angie thought at the same time.“

But why should you girls get all the fun?” Aubrey grinned at Angie and the waitresses.

“No reason at all, officer,” Shelia said. This was the first time Angie had heard the small waitress talk, and was surprised at how deep her voice was.

Aubrey took her baton out of her belt and lightly tapped Dale on the head with it. The unfortunate trucker was getting delirious. He was barely conscious. “Hey,” Aubrey said, tapping him again on the forehead. “Wake up. I want you to feel this.” Dale’s eyes twitched open for a second before shutting again. Aubrey sighed “you asked for it.” She slammed her baton down onto his balls. Dale screamed and his eyes bulged open. “Rise and shine,” Aubrey said, and then she proceeded to assault the man’s balls with her baton over and over. “Whoo, this feels really good,” the officer said, squirming a little in her leather pants. She stopped wailing on Dale’s nut to catch her breath and absently rub her thighs.

Angie was concerned: this wasn’t the plan. Yes, officer Aubrey was distracted, but now all eyes were on her. It would be impossible to slide the keys off her belt without one of the waitresses taking notice. She needed to break them up. “Are all your customers misogynists like him who think women need to cover up so the men don’t get blue balls?”

“I never said that!” Dale protested.

“Hush, baby,” Darla said, giving Dale’s sack a light kick. “Women are talking.” Darla may not have put much strength behind her kick, but it was enough to push Dale back into his state of delirium. She turned to Angie, “ya, I think so. We do catch them looking at out tits a lot and adjusting themselves.”

“And not in a fun way,” Freya chimed in.

“Then I don’t think one example will be enough,” Angie said, trying to channel Mother Molly’s energy. “I think it is our duty as citizens of the fempire to teach all of these men how to tolerate discomfort in their balls.”

“You mean from blue balls or from being hit in the balls?” Darla asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” Aubrey said. “They need to take both without complaint.”

Shelia and Freya nodded.

“Let’s teach this lesson to every trucker here,” Angie decided.

The waitresses spread out and each grabbed a trucker. Darla pulled a black man in his forties out of his chair and pushed his body against the wall. This pulled the plug painfully off of his beehive. She blew her blue strand of hair out of her eyes again and said “here’s your order of chicken thighs,” she said, before ramming her knee into his balls. He tried to sink to the floor, but Darla held him against the wall so she could knee him over and over.

Freya went up to a trucker who looked to be in his late sixties, and yanked the plug off his beehive. She placed her hand into his open fly and pulled out his testicles. She gripped his sack and chords in one hand, so that the man’s balls were trapped tightly below her fist, with no room to move in the scrotum. Then, with her other hand, she punched the old man’s balls with the same speed and repetition as Darla’s knees.

Sheila approached a good looking man in flannel with red hair and muscular arms. She stomped on his balls once from in his chair. He clutched his nuts. This was worse than a sting from the beehive. “Can’t you just shock me?” He asked.

Sheila paused, her foot was already raised a foot above the man’s crotch, ready for another stomp. Then she put her foot down on the floor and said “yes.” She pressed the level three shock and held it down. The man seized in his seat grabbing at his balls for all the good it did him. Sheila smiled and serenely told the man “if you unplug the beehive I’ll go back to stomping.”

“God I love stomping!” Aubrey said. She picked up each of Dale’s legs and stomped his balls over and over.

“Oh it’s the best,” Angie agreed with the cop. She made sure Aubrey’s eyes were on her. “I love feeling them crunch under my feet.”

“You look familiar,” Aubrey said, not stopping her onslaught on Dale’s crotch.

“One of those faces I guess,” Angie shrugged. Angie briefly gave Colin an impatient look. ‘Do I have to spell it out for you?’ She thought, hoping she didn’t because someone might hear her. Angie had this woman right where she wanted her: looking right at Angie and not knowing who she is.

Luckily, Colin took the hint. He got on all fours, to make himself less visible, and crawled like a dog slowly up behind Aubrey. Her keys were jingling from the back of her belt, bouncing against her leather clad ass with each stomp. Colin saw that all the waitresses were too busy beating up truckers to notice him right behind the cop. His head was just below her butt. He reached up slowly, his hand moving closer and closer to her keys.

“HEY!” The cop yelled. Stomping her foot down on Dale’s nuts and holding them there.

Colin jumped behind the bar immediately. He was so scared of this cop, that he didn’t even realize she wasn’t talking to him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Everyone turned to see what she was yelling about. The handful of truckers who had not already been targeted by a woman were sneaking towards the exit.

Colin and Angie each sighed in relief.

A blonde man in a trucker hat said “we were just-“

“Were you going to leave without paying?” Freya asked.

“After we’ve been so nice to you with our hive discount?” Darla added, a little hurt.

“Stealing is a serious crime,” Aubrey said.

“No,” a hispanic trucker with a glorious mustache said. “It isn’t like that.”

Aubrey looked back at Angie. “Guard the door.”

“Me?” Angie protested.

“Yes you!” Aubrey said, “You started this. You’re gonna help finish it. Nobody is leaving until every trucker here learns some respect.” She ground her foot deeper into Dale. “And respect can only be taught through their big,” GRIND, “throbbing,” STOMP, “testicles.” CRUSH. Oh god,” she moaned. “I need to pee.”

The cop stood on one leg, balancing all her weight on Dale’s balls, then twisted her shoe to turn towards the bathroom and stepped off, leaving Dale crying like a baby at his bris. She marched into the woman’s restroom.

Colin looked to his wife for a cue. She eyed the woman’s bathroom pointedly, as she got in front of the door our of the restaurant. Fear trickled down Colin’s spine. She couldn’t seriously expect him to go into the woman’s bathroom. That was expressly illegal everywhere in the fempire. He’s heard horror stories about men who went into the woman’s bathroom having their nuts shoved into their own assholes, while they’re still attached. He put his hands together in a groveling gesture and shook them towards Angie. He mouthed ‘you do it. Please.’

Angie gave Colin a sad look before she slammed the exit door into the hispanic trucker’s balls, trapping them in the door. “Don’t try to run.” Angie told him sternly. “You heard the officer. Everyone did. I have to guard this door and make sure nobody leaves until they’ve been properly punished.” She grabbed the blonde by the balls too, emphasizing her point.

Colin sighed. He realized Angie was really talking to him. She couldn’t follow Aubrey into the bathroom, everybody would notice now, after the big deal the cop made about it. If they were going to steal her keys, he’d have to be the one to do it.

He thought about quitting. About just letting this scene play out and going home. Was that cowardly? Perhaps, but it would save his balls yet another beating. He watched Angie guarding the door, hurting two pairs of testicles just to save his. He loved her too much. Thought about last night, about how she had already saved his testicles once, and was already trying to do it again. It would be such a waste of her love and effort if he didn’t trust her now. Plus he really wanted to cum after his year of denial. So, he swallowed his fear, made sure nobody was looking, and crept into the woman’s restroom.