Fempire Chapter 11: Bumps in the Road

*Sorry this took so long. I hope this chapter was worth the wait*

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Colin was the first to see the Stinger Academy. It wasn’t a single building, like he expected. It was more of a small town in the middle of the desert. The entrance was guarded by a toll booth, and Colin was speeding towards it as fast as he could. The last three hours were brutal for Colin, and the fact that they were making incredible time gave him small comfort. Yes, driving a cop cycle had allowed Colin to speed without getting in trouble, and yes the desert roads were bare and free of traffic, but that didn’t make the ride any less difficult.

Police choppers certainly lived up to their reputation as vibrators on wheels. Every turn Colin made, every pebble he ran over, every surge of heat from the engine sent tingles through his groin. Colin’s dick was still lodged firmly in the chopper’s secondary key ignition, so each time he tilted to turn the motorcycle, the vibrations would tease him in a new way. Every time Colin sped up the vibrations sped up with him, and brought him closer to the edge. Colin was forced to choose between driving slowly and prolonging the ride, or driving more quickly and having the edges be more acute: he chose the latter. This was partly because he wanted to get there as quickly as possible, and partly because he was afraid of Aubrey catching up to them, but mostly it was because it was what Angie wanted him to do.

Angie, for her part, was loving the ride. The vibrations felt amazing on her pussy, and she could feel her panties soaking in more and more of her wetness. She rubbed her vagina into Colin’s back all throughout the ride, and her head was routinely in his neck. She moaned into Colin’s ear. Lightly at first, but as the vibrations filled her with pleasure her moans would build. Colin had asked her to stop, as her cries of pleasure reminded him of his own frustration, but Angie found that the only way she could keep from crying out was if she occupied her mouth in other ways. So whenever she felt an orgasm coming, she would put her lips all over Colin’s neck and kissing. This of course only made things worse, as Angie’s soft lips kept Colin in a heightened state of arousal for the whole ride. Angie tried to be sympathetic to Colin’s pain, but the ride felt too good. Why didn’t they travel everywhere on motorcycle. Ultimately, no matter how hard she fought it, she would always give in to the mind shaking pleasure the motorcycle provided, and would end up whimpering right in poor Colin’s ear.

Angie felt herself nearing another orgasm as they approached the toll booth, and she held on tight at she prepared for that next bout of pleasure. Colin could feel pleasure building too, but he wasn’t as happy about it as his fiancé. Angie’s hands were in Colin’s lap, as they were for the entire ride. They rubbed against Colin’s thighs with the vibrations of the chopper, and it kept him growing closer and closer to an orgasm. These moments, where Colin’s need was building, and he was dangling right on the precipice of release, were the most pleasant part of the ride for him. Sure, the need to cum was almost unbearable, but it was nothing next to what happened when Angie started getting handsy… like she was getting now.

As Angie felt herself approaching orgasm, she started moving her fingers deeper into Colin’s groin. She traced her fingers around the base of Colin’s cock (in the tiny space where the cock poked out of the beehive before connecting to his pelvis). Angie ‘s eyes were rolling back as she got ready for it her impending cum, and without realizing it she had begun doing what she had promised Colin multiple times she’d stop doing. Between the kisses on his neck, the rubbing of his cock, and the general vibrations of the chopper, it was only a matter of time before, for what felt like the hundredth time this ride, Colin was brought to the point where he couldn’t hold back an orgasm on his own any longer, and the beehive had to do it for him. Colin did the one thing he could to prevent the hive from stinging him again; Colin sped towards the toll booth as fast as he possibly could. The speed of the vibrations had him right on the edge. He sat as still as he could, forcing himself to think of the dry arid sand and to keep his mind off his need.

He was going to make it. He was approaching the toll booth too fast, so he slammed the break, and stopped right in front of the toll booth. As the chopper skidded to a halt, Angie slammed into Colin from behind, and knocked him crotch first into the front of the chopper. Colin sat still with his eyes wide. That hit from behind had shoved the full force of both of their bodies onto Colin’s balls and slammed them against the cycle. It was literally stunningly painful, but it had to be better than another sting from the beehive… right?

Angie opened her eyes. “Why’d you stop?”

“We’re here,” Colin gestured towards the toll booth, before putting both of his hands on his balls. They hurt from the short stop, but he spared himself another shock to the balls. He turned the engine off to spare himself the vibrations.

“But the vibrations felt soooo good. You didn’t have to turn the engine off.”

“Yes I did, Angie,” Colin tried to explain. “I was right on the edge too. Any longer and the beehive would’ve activated… again.”

Angie swallowed an outburst at that. How dare Colin put his needs before her own. He’s supposed to be loyal to her desires above all else. She should pinch one of its testicles until it ruptured, just to remind him who was boss. But she did love him, so instead she sighed and went with the diplomatic approach. “Well the engine’s been off for a while now,” she said, knowing they had to have been sitting there for at least five seconds. Maybe even ten. “You must be pretty far from the edge now, and you’re a strong enough man to hold back for me, right?” She asked, reaching for the throttle.

“I don’t think I am, Angie, my dick is weak from the drive.”

But Angie’s need was too strong. She felt her own orgasm receding, and decided Colin would just have to take it. If he really loved her, any pain he suffered would be worth it just to please her. “Sorry, Colin, but I can’t hear you over the roar of the engine.”

“The engine isn’t on-RAAAAAGH” Colin’s scream was drowned out by the sound of Angie revving the engine as hard as she could. The chopper thrummed with powerful vibrations, and Angie moaned as she felt herself surge to the edge. Colin was on edge himself: the vibrations got his beehive beeping quickly. His glans were tingling, and he noticed sperm making its way up his urethra as he was now very used to feeling. He closed his eyes, and focused his breathing. Cagels were known as a woman’s exercise, but it was an open secret shared by the men of the fempire that the best way to keep yourself from cumming in a pinch was by practicing your cagels. Colin held a cagel crunch deep in his pelvis so that his cum would stay lodged uncomfortably in his loins. The desire to release was huge, but Colin swallowed (both with his mouth and his penis) and maintained control, hoping he could out last Angie.

Angie, on the other hand, was feeling incredible. Soon she’d have another orgasm just like the ones she’d been feeling all ride. Just like them. Nothing different or exciting. Angie realized that another ordinary orgasm was no longer enough for her. She needed something extra. She clenched her fists deeper into Colin’s thighs. She only just remembered where her hands were: right in the lap of her fiancé. Colin, so sweet, so loyal, such big throbbing balls.

“Are you about finished, darling?” Colin asked. Angie’s fingers grazed against his balls, and made it all the more difficult for him to keep from bursting.

Suddenly, Angie was no longer grazing Colin’s scrotum: his balls were clenched tight in her fist. She rolled them in her hands, feeling how big and needy they were. “Sorry about this, dear,” Angie pulled Colin’s balls under his own legs. For a brief moment Colin’s full weight was crushing his own balls, but Angie soon pulled them out behind him. Colin stood in the chopper, and shivered as his balls felt something cold. Angie had slipped his balls under her skirt and was roughly rubbing them into her clit. “Oh ya,” she moaned, “OH YA!” She shook his package until neither one of them could take it anymore. Angie squeezed her fist even tighter, and smashed Colin’s balls harshly into her own pelvis. It hurt her too, but it was a good pain as the pleasure of her cum quickly overwhelmed her.

The same could not be said for Colin. Angie’s movements may have been rough, but they were very stimulating for his testicles. Her fingers were so playful, and his testicles were so sensitive: he could feel every slight nuance of her fingers against his ballsack, and against the contours of his balls, making them all the more ready to release what was inside. But the last straw was Angie’s clit. Her vigorous rubbing covered Colin’s balls with her woman’s juices, making the movements that much more slick and stimulating. Stimulating enough to bring him over the edge.

All of the semen in his balls suddenly fired. But the beehive was ready for it. The blast made it almost all the way up his testicle cords, but the beehive clamped shut, stopping the sperm in its tracks like a car parked on top of a water hose. His chords hurt as the clamps pushed his sperm back into his balls, and Colin could feel his testicles swelling and straining as an inhuman amount of baby batter was forced back inside. Colin choked on his own pain. “I can’t breathe.”

“Me neither,” Angie panted, before removing her hands from both of their genitals and wrapping them around Colin in a big hug. “Oh thank you Colin. That felt so good. You’re the best husband I still don’t have.”

“You’re making it worse… darling,” Colin whispered as Angie’s body pressed against his own. The beehive was still doing its job, and when it felt Colin’s heart rate increase from the hug, it increased its power too.

“Oh, sorry,” Angie said, letting go of Colin. “You collect yourself for a minute. I’ll get us through the toll booth.”

She turned her attention to the man in the toll booth. Much like Todd at the complaints desk of the Sandy Dunes police department, this man (whose name plate said Russell) had his cock and balls squeezed through a small hole, leaving them unaccessible to him, but very accessible to anyone coming through the toll booth. Unlike Todd, however, Russell was an absolute stud. He had black skin, very short black hair, and his little blue uniform struggled to contain his bulging forearms. They must save all the best looking men for important places like these, Angie thought. Well, almost all of them, she blushed watching Colin whimper.

“Evening, ma’am,” Russell said. “What brings you to the Stinger Academy?”

“Business,” Angie said calmly, “I’m a cop, and I need to speak with someone about private information. Please let me in.”

Russell eyed Angie from head to toe, lingering on the scarf still wrapped tightly around her breasts. “You don’t look like a cop.”

“I’m undercover.”

“Not much cover,” Russell muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” Angie asked, her cheeks turning red.

“Nothing ma’am.”

“Good,” Angie said, flicking Russell’s huge testicle for emphasis. His cock was huge, but his nuts weren’t all that large. Angie figured the women at the academy must fuck him fairly regularly. “I wouldn’t want there to be a problem.”

“What’s your name, officer?” Russell asked.

Angie hesitated, before Colin squeaked “Aubrey.”

“Yep, Aubrey,” Angie said. “That’s me and this is my motorcycle.”

Russell scrolled through the database on the computer in front of him until he found Aubrey’s picture. “This looks nothing like you.”

That earned Russell a sharp punch in the balls. “Are you saying I’m not as pretty as I was in that photo?”

“Not at all ma’am,” Russell back pedaled. “In fact you look better than the photo. Gah.”

Angie punched him again. “That’s very kind of you to say, but flattery won’t get you anywhere with me.” She punched him again for emphasis.

“Got it,” Russell coughed.

“This is me, and this is my motorcycle. Do you really need anymore convincing?” Angie asked, reeling her foot.

“That is her motorcycle..” Russell mused, before Angie kneed the curiosity out of him.

“Hers?” Angie ground her knee deeper into his balls.

“Yours. It’s yours. I’m sorry ma’am. It was a mistake. PLEASE STOP.” Russell hit the button next to him, and the toll gate rose.

Angie removed her knee and smiled at the man. “Was that so hard?”

Colin looked up, mostly recovered from what the beehive had done to him. Well, he was still in great pain, but he could think, and if he had to maybe he could walk.

“Come on, Colin. Time to find the lab.”

“Didn’t sound like he bought it.” Colin whispered.

“You’re right. He might call security on us once we’re out of his sight. Ok, you convinced me. I’ll give him something to distract him.”

“What?”

Angie turned back to Russell. “You can make up for your rudeness by parking my ride for me.”

“I can’t leave this vestibule until the end of my shift, ma’am,” Russell said, exasperated.

“No problem,” Angie said in a helpful tone. “I’ll leave it here, and you can get to it when you get to it.” Angie pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the police chopper. She cuffed one end to the back of the motorcycle, and cinched the other end tightly around Russell’s nuts. She turned back to her fiancé and pulled him roughly out of the ignition.

“What’d you do that for?”

“I’m distracting him. It was your idea.”

“I never said anything like that,” Colin protested.

“Well,” Angie shrugged, “now he’s too busy worrying about his balls to remember his suspicions. Let’s go find your file.”

“It’s still a bit of a walk to town. Maybe we should’ve taken the chopper.”

“Is that really what you want?” Angie smirked. “Because I could got for another round if you can.”

Colin shivered. “No, that’s ok. I could use the chance to stretch my legs. Let’s go.”

“Where’s the excitement, Colin? You’re about to get your cock back!”

“Wait ma’am!” Russell protested, as the motorcycle slowly propelled itself away from the toll booth. “YOU LEFT YOUR CHOPPER IN DRIVE!”

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“I’m going as fast as she’ll take us,” Dale groaned from the driver’s seat. “I really should be resting.”

“Shut up,” Aubrey stomped her boot into Dale’s groin once, causing him to speed up involuntarily. “I need a ride to the academy, and since you distracted me from the real targets with your guilty looking balls, you’re going to get me there. You should be thanking me for letting the waitress sex closed your rupture before we left.”

“You didn’t have to pour lemon juice on it,” Dale winced.

“Antiseptic right?” Aubrey grinned.

“I don’t think the Sheila knew what she was doing,” Dale rubbed his balls with one hand. “She didn’t use any anesthetic at all. So I felt the whole thing.”

“You expect them to have anesthetic in a gas station diner?”

“Well they had the tools to sew up my balls, why not something to ease the pain?”

“Who would waste money on that?” Aubrey asked.

“She didn’t even open up my scrotum before she started sewing the rupture shut. I think she permanently sewed my testicle to my scrotum.”

“Wait really?” Aubrey asked.

“Yes. I can’t believe I’m saying this but I wish she had sliced open my ballsack.”

“I’ve gotta see this.” Aubrey shuffled in her seat so she was sitting on her knees. She unzipped Dale’s pants and fished around for his nuts.

“What are you doing?” He asked. “You want us to crash?”

“You crash and I’ll castrate you,” Aubrey said nonchalantly. She pulled his balls all the way out and fiddled with them until her fingers found what they were looking for. She poked at his stitches. “Oh wow, it is sewn to the sack.”

“Let go,” he begged, moving the car just barely out of the way of another car. He was leaning over in pain, and his foot got heavy on the gas.

Aubrey just ignored him. “If I pulled the stitches out, would your rupture reopen?” She wedged her fingernail between Dale’s ball and the nutsack, each slight movement jostling the stitches.

“Please don’t, officer.”

“Then step on it,” Aubrey said, pinching him right where a stitch went in. “The faster you drive the faster I let go of your balls.” Dale slammed the gas to the floor at the same time as he lurched the truck to the left to avoid a texting woman while she drove. Good to her word, Aubrey let go of Dale’s nuts. “That’s better. Maybe now we can make up some of the time you wasted unloading the truck.”

“You made me do that.”

“We needed room for the horse. I still need to bring it back to Sandy Dunes after I catch those thieves.”

“You made me leave a lot of stuff out there in that parking lot. That belonged to a family of five women who were expecting their delivery today.”

“They’re gonna be pissed at you,” Aubrey shrugged.

“You don’t know that half of it,” Dale said. “Not delivering a shipment in a timely manner violates my parole.”

Aubrey chuckled, “so it does. They’ve already got you in a beehive. You know what the they can do to you if you make trouble after that?”

Dale gulped. “If it’s not too much to ask officer, seeing as I’m doing you such a big favor here, and seeing as you’ve already ruptured one of my balls for no reason-“

“I don’t need a reason,” Aubrey interrupted. “I’m an officer, you’re a convict: anything I do to you will be forgiven by the courts.”

“I understand that,” Dale said, facing Aubrey and hoping eye contact would make her more sympathetic. “But I have been following my parole requirements to a T. Do you think you could give my parole officer a call and-“

“LOOK OUT!”

Dale looks up just in time to see that he is about to crash into the car in front of him. He slams on the breaks with everything he has, praying that the truck can stop in time. The tires skid on the road and grind to a halt. The force of the stop pushes Dale’s entire body forward, driving his (now exposed) nuts into the seat belt hard. That sent a surge of pain into Dale’s balls and up his abdomen. Just when the pain reached its apex the back of the truck finished its break, pushing into the front of the truck and pushing Dale into the seatbelt once again. His whole stomach was a swirling pit of nausea, and his balls had wrapped entirely around the seatbelt, with one nut on each side. Dale hated these seatbelts in the middle of the seat. The fempire claimed they installed them there too incentivize the truckers to drive more carefully so they don’t damage the cargo, but Dale was pretty sure it was just to find one more way to make truckers suffer.

Dale was still trying to catch his breath from the pain when he looked up to see that he had managed to hit the breaks just in time to keep from colliding with the car in front of him. He sat back in his seat with a heavy sigh. That sigh turned into a gasp, when officer Aubrey slammed her fist down on Dale’s stitches.

“You idiot!”

‘I’m the idiot?’ Dale thought to himself, but he knew better than to say it. “I’m sorry. I should’ve hit the breaks sooner.” But all that earned him was another punch on his stitches, blurring his vision.

“You shouldn’t have hit the breaks at all. I guess I didn’t make it clear to you that we’re in a hurry.”

“Would you have rather we crashed? AAAAAH” Dale’s eyes were twitching as Aubrey clamped her fingernails down on the bottom of his ruptured testicle. She pinched it hard so the insides of his testicle were being pushed against the rupture and the stitches.

“Don’t get fresh with me.”

“I wasn’t” Dale said in his most pathetic tone yet.

“There’s no one in the emergency lane,” Aubrey pointed out. “Move into it and floor that gas pedal.”

“This is an emergency?” Dale asked, he was so out of it he didn’t realize how stupid it was to ask such a question until it had already left his lips.

“Yes,” Aubrey pulled Dale’s testicle so his stitches were pulled tight against him, ready to rip out a chunk of his nut at any moment. “Because if you don’t get us to the Stinger Academy, I’m going to tell your parole officer that you stole that family’s stuff and let her decide what to do about it.”

“OK OK!” Dale pushed through the pain, and got his truck into the emergency lane. Then he hit the gas with everything he had.

“That’s better,” Aubrey said, loosening her grip on Dale’s nut but not letting go.

“Ugh, Dale regained his composure and drove.“Hey, Stinger Academy is full of cops isn’t it? Why can’t you just call the academy and have the officers there arrest the thieves?” Dale braced himself for punishment for asking what was probably a stupid question. Instead nothing changed. Aubrey kept her hand on his balls, but she didn’t add pressure. He looked over and saw her sitting and looking stoic, which was strange for Aubrey.

“It has to be me.”

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Angie learned from a young age that confidence was the key to everything. Being a woman got you far in the Fempire, but it was still only a start. If you acted like you belonged somewhere, others would assume you belonged there too. That’s probably why Angie was able to walk through the small desert town that made up the Stinger Academy, wearing a thin red scarf around her tits, and not arise the slightest hint of suspicion from anybody in the town. It’s probably how she ended up with Colin of all people.

The town was mostly full of young women: cadets training to become enforcers of the fempire, servants to the Fempress and her laws. They all wore short skirts, and crop tops that showed off their midriffs. The uniforms went up to their necks, but each one had a tiny cleavage window in the shape of a tear drop. All of the uniforms were yellow and striped, but the color of the secondary stripe was different from jacket to jacket. Some had yellow and red stripes, others had yellow and green, yellow and blue, and a few less common color combinations. Others in the town were older women in full uniforms, unlike the cadet uniforms, which looked more like cheerleading uniforms than cop clothing.

As they walked through the town that has grown around the academy, Angie noticed that most of the buildings were restaurants, bars, and daring fashion shops. Angie was reminded of her time in university, only instead of studying business and social theater, these women were learning how to control men and keep the world safe. Angie was overcome with nostalgia, thinking about her days at college. The nights she would spend with her sorority, drinking, partying, and leading guys on: flirting with them until they were sure she was going to take them home with her before nut tapping them and saying with her most sincere smile that she didn’t mean to mislead them and was just ‘waiting for the right guy.’ Colin never went to university, so all he saw were beautiful young women just waiting for an excuse to bust his balls.

Colin didn’t stand out, perhaps because all the shops were staffed by men. Some wore clothes, but none of them could be considered well dressed. One white haired man with a beard, a barber by the looks of it, was wearing nothing but a diaper and a red white and blue hat with symbols from some country that no longer existed as he cut a red headed woman’s hair. “Careful with those scissors,” the red headed woman said, not looking up from her magazine. “If I don’t like what you do with them, you’re really not going to like what I do with them.“ If the man was scared by her comment he didn’t show it. Colin figured he must get threats like that every day. You don’t mess with a woman’s hair! Colin remembered hearing about a guy who came in his wife’s hair once. She plucked every pube off his scrotum until it was a hairless red ball, giving each nut a solid slap between plucks.

Inside a restaurant, Colin saw a fit blonde woman in her forties was manning (sorry, womanning) the podium, welcoming guests and wearing a yellow and white maid outfit with heels that could’ve been a foot tall: she must be the owner. Maid outfits were once a mark of sexual objectivity: used by men to humiliate women and stimulate themselves. But now, that same outfit had become a symbol of female strength. Rather than being a reminder that women are meant to serve men sexually, they now represented the power women had over men and their sex parts. And this woman certainly had power. Her waiters (all men) walked around the restaurant in uniforms that were nothing more than bowties and assless chaps made to vaguely resemble dress pants. Colin also noticed that each man had a rope attached to his scrotum. The ropes went to the wall and rose up so they hung above the tables. Angie smiled as she saw women yanking on the ropes to get their waiter’s attention, and the waiters hurrying to serve them. Some waiters fell to the ground when their balls were tugged, so the women at the other end of the line had to yank again until those men could finally work through the pain and serve them. There were also ropes coming from the front podium, which the woman in the maid outfit used when she needed to speak to one of her employees. Angie laughed to herself as she saw one poor waiter being pulled in one direction by his boss and another direction by a diner, trying to decide who to go to first.

Angie stopped in her tracks as the couple passed an alley. “Look,” she pointed. A young brunette who couldn’t have been 100 lbs soaking wet, was standing up with her back against the wall. She was wearing only a yellow and red jacket on top, and it was unbuttoned to reveal her pert tiny tits. She was clutching a tit and breathing heavily. At first Colin thought she may in having heart problems, but then he looked down. Her skirt and panties were on the ground around her red high heeled shoes, giving Colin a good look at her tan legs. In between those beautiful tan legs was a man: on all fours and completely naked. His clothes were under him on the ground and appeared to have been cut to shreds. Angie couldn’t get a good look at the man’s face: it was obstructed both by his long black hair and by the pussy of the woman he was eating out.

The woman, who was on the verge of cumming, shook her head in pleasure and turned so she noticed Angie and Colin. “What are you looking at?” She asked Colin.”You got a problem?”

“No,” Colin answered quickly. “No problem at all.”

“Just admiring your work,” Angie jumped in. Her comment won a grin from the woman. “What’d he do to you?”

“Nothing,” a second female voice said. Angie and Colin didn’t see her at first because of the direction they were walking, but standing behind the naked man was another woman, this one with long red hair (not orange, but deep red) that was tied into a heavy braid behind her. She was wearing her cheerleader style cadet uniform, but on her feet were cleats instead of high heels. “The men in this town wouldn’t dare do anything to us, would you?” She asked, but no response came. He was too busy licking the brunette’s clit. “I said, would you?” The redhead kicked him in the balls with her cleats. The man’s legs came off the ground and his ass flew into the air, when they landed the man was digging his fingers into the dirt to keep from falling over in the front. She turned back to Angie, her stern look turning friendly once again. “We’re just practicing for when we’re cops. This place is full of men to try out all sorts of domination techniques on,” she turned to the man, who was having trouble breathing with a sack full of pain and a mouth full of pussy juice. “Now, are you going to answer my question? If you don’t answer my question I get to kick you again.”

The man tried to move his head, but the woman standing in front of him grabbed him roughly by the hair and pushed his nose back into her clit. “If you stop licking before I cum, I’m going to stand on each of your balls with the heels of my shoes until they pop.”

“And if you don’t answer me right now,” the woman behind him said, “I am going to kick your balls until they pop.”

“What’s it going to be boy?” Angie asked, getting swept up in the excitement.

“Um, Angie, don’t we have somewhere to be?”

Angie took Colin’s balls in her hand. She didn’t squeeze them, but Colin knew he wouldn’t be able to get out of her grip. “Did you just try to tell me what to do?”

“No,” Colin stammered. “I would never-“

“Is that guy giving you trouble?” The woman in cleats asked before punting the long haired man’s nuts again, causing him to moan like a stuck pig.

“You want us to help you practice your training on him?” The brunette said before her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Oh that felt great,” she cried mid-orgasm. “Kick him again.”

The long haired man moaned in protest, but was quickly halted by a kick that made his tongue go crazy on the tiny brunette’s clit. He tried to pull out so he could tend to his injured area, but the girl grabbed him by his thick head of hair and kept his nose pressed against her pelvis. When she was finished, she let the man fold into himself on the ground. He lay on his back staring up towards the redhead. He whimpered with what little breath he still had, “no. I would never dare.”

“What?” Asked the redhead. “Oh ya, my question. Well, duh that was obvious.” She looked back to Angie. “So want to practice with us on your little study buddy back there? We just learned how to do a 1410.”

“What’s a 1410?” Angie asked, her hand still holding her fiancé’s balls.

“Angie-“ Colin started, shocked to think she was even considering it.

“What did I say about telling me what to do?” Angie asked, giving his nuts a pump for just long enough to hurt. Colin didn’t respond.

“It’s torsion,” the red head said, smiling as she saw Colin sweat at the word.

“Goddess I love that word,” cooed the tiny brunette. “It sounds so much like torture.”

“It’s when you take the testicle in your hand and twist it in a circle,” the cleated red head said, keeping her voice totally level, unlike her friend, and demonstrating with her hand. “It tightens the cord like a tense coil and you can keep building the tension until he does what you command.”

“Or until you rip his balls off by the cords. Oh let’s do it,” the brunette said, jumping up and down. “You twist the left one, I’ll twist the right.” She said to her redheaded friend. As she bounced Colin noticed how big her boobs were on her small body.

“They’re not our testicles,” the red headed answered evenly. “This is for… what did you say your name was?”

“Aubrey,” Angie said.

Nice to meet you Aubrey,” said the redhead. “I’m Kelly but everybody calls me Cleets. And that’s Miranda, but everyone her Heels” The tiny brunette waved.

“I’m-“

“No one cares who you are,” Cleets told Colin before looking back to Angie. “So, wanted us to show you how to perform a 1410?”

“You can go first,” Heels added. “Since you brought the meat.”

Angie hummed as she swirled Colin’s testicles around in her hand. He looked at her with such fear. As if Angie would actually let these girls twist his balls off for fun. It was such a cute face, Angie couldn’t help herself but pause for longer than she needed to, just to keep that adorably nervous look on her Colin’s face for a few seconds longer. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m already an officer. I know plenty about torsion.”

“Then why did you ask?” Cleets asked.

“Just testing you,” Angie lied.

“Then maybe you can show us a thing or two,” Heels said.

“Maybe some other time, but we’re already late. Come on now boy,” Angie said, letting go of Colin’s balls and walking towards the academy.

“Too bad,” Cleets said maintaining intense eye contact with Colin, “it would’ve been fun to give your balls a twist. You look like a screamer.” She held the eye contact for a few uncomfortable seconds longer before looking down to the long haired man still lying on the ground. “Guess we’re stuck with you Gus.”

The man on the floor didn’t respond, his hands had since fell down beside his groin, no longer covering it. So, Heels stomped on his left ball with her pointy heel. “So if you don’t want this to take long, be sure to really show us how much we’re hurting you. You know, to help us learn.”

Angie turned, annoyed to see that instead of following her, Colin was staring at Heels in horror. She walked up to him and slapped him hard on the right nut. He yelped and looked at her in shock. She shrugged, “I said come on.”