Fempire Chapter 12: Questions

Hey everyone. Here is a new chapter of Fempire for you. I hope you like it. Happy New Year!

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Russel bucked his hips, pushing his pelvis as deep into the hole in the partition as he could. He slumped forward in the toll booth, with his sweat covered head resting on the glass.

The motorcycle fastened to his balls went a few feet before it stopped moving forward. Though it no longer gained momentum, the chopper kept pushing away from Russell as long as it had gas. It had pulled his testicles far from his body. His chords and the scrotum itself had stretched far beyond their natural limits and felt like they could tear at any moment. The toll booth attendant felt as though his organs were all being pulled out along with his balls through the small hole he was locked into every day. So sharp was the pain in his overstretched nut cords. His muscles had long ago become exhausted with strain, so he no longer tugged at the hole.

Russel is so overwhelmed with pain and nausea that he does not hear the sound of an engine approaching the toll booth. “Oh dear, what happened to you?”

Russel’s vision blurred with tears and pain, so he could only barely make out the outline of a woman walking towards him. ‘Finally,' he thought. ‘I’ve been stuck like this for…’ he didn’t even know how long. His vision had become too strained to properly read a clock, but the sun was setting, so there was that indicator it had been at least an hour. “Please-“

Russell cut out speaking when he felt a finger tap his left nut. They were so sensitive that even a light tap was unspeakably painful.

"You poor dear,” the voice said. “I can feel your pulse racing. These things are downright purple. If you leave them like this they’ll die,” she pushed her finger slightly deeper into his nut for emphasis.

“No. Not that,” Russell whined, moving his hand in one more futile effort to free himself.

“Here,” Russel’s vision went completely orange as he felt a manicured hand clamp around his balls. He was too weak to scream as she pulled them further from his body. “I’ll take care of you.”

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“Welcome to the Stinger Academy’s main Archival building. My name is Flo, how may I help you?” The woman sitting behind the desk had blonde hair and glasses so thick they would make Beyonce’s ass look skinny (yes, people in the Fempire still know about Beyonce: she’s an icon). She was listening to Angie, but her big brown eyes were focused right at Colin’s beehive.

“Hello,” Angie said, politely. “I’m here to request a file on one of your Hornyts.”

“The Hornyts?” Flo asked derisively.

“…Yes. The special police who can apparently beehive anyone they want for no reason. Even on his wedding day.”

Flo laughed, now understanding what happened to them. “Do you mean the Yellow Jackets?” She asked.

“I don’t know,” Angie cocked an eyebrow. “Do I?”

Flo rolled her eyes. “We don’t have any police unit called the Hornyts. We do however have a unit called the Yellow Jackets that matches your description, and there is a yellow jacket that uses the codename Hornyt, so I assume you just made a mistake about unit versus codename.”

“Yes! That’s got to be her. We need her information.” Angie exclaimed.

“You assume it’s her,” Flo corrected. “And you’re probably right, but I can’t give out yellow jacket information based on the assumptions of a citizen who already proved she doesn’t know the inner workings of our police agency.”

“We were told she was a Hornyt from a cop.”

“From where, out in the boonies?”

“She branded me, if that helps,” Colin said.

“Right!” Angie exclaimed before grabbing Colin’s balls and pulling them into Flo’s face. “Here, scan the serial number or something. She put this beehive on my fiancé and I demand to know why.”

“I see,” Flo said, understanding reaching her eyes as she gently pushed Colin’s balls out of her face. “Ma’am, putting assumptions aside, we are not allowed to give out information about our Yellow Jackets except in the most extreme of circumstances. Your problem does not qualify.”

“Excuse me, but why am I even talking to you? You’re just a receptionist. What happened, did they castrate the last man who had your job?”

Without changing her expression, Flo flicked Colin in the right nut, causing him to yelp. “What was that for?” He asked.

“Your fiancé was very rude to me just now,” Flo answered.

“I wasn’t.”

“True, but I can’t flick her in the balls.” Flo flicked him again, this time using two hands. One for each nut. She flicked each testicle and it caused Colin to sink to the ground, only held up by Angie who was still holding his balls.

“You think this is punishment?” Angie scoffed. “You should’ve see him yesterday. Torture him all you want, but we’re not leaving until we get some answers.

“Very well,” Flo sighed. She slammed her fist down on Colin’s testicles. They absorbed the full force of the punch, so Angie’s hand barely felt it. Colin shrieked. “I should have been more clear before. When I said we were not allowed to give out that kind of information, what I meant was we don’t have that information to give out.”

“What do you mean?” Angie asked. She was still holding Colin’s nuts high up on the table. She didn’t want him to miss this conversation, and leave her once again having to do all the thinking herself.

“Angie,” Colin croaked. “My balls…”

“The Yellow Jackets wouldn’t be much of a secret police if you could just waltz into our academy and find information on them. We shred all documents of our Yellow Jackets’s when they graduate. As far as the Fempire is concerned, those women never existed in the first place.”

“So the yellow jackets are-“

“Yep,” Flo said. “Impossible to track. They find you. Not the other way around. I couldn’t give you her information if I wanted to.”

Angie’s eyes narrowed, and her grip on Colin tightened. “And if I think you’re lying? And we’re not leaving until we get some answers.”

Flo held her neutral expression, and slammed her foot down under the table. A male voice in agonizing pain shrieked into the intercom “SECURITY!”

“What was that?” Angie asked.

“The last man who had my job.” Flo answered as the pained male voice continued to moan into the mic. “If I were you, I’d leave this building before security arrives.”

“You called security on us, for what? We’re not doing anything illegal. In fact, security can’t do anything to me anyway.”

“True,” Flo said, “but they can activate the time lock function on your hubby’s beehive.”“

He’s not my husband yet,” Angie fumed.

“Then what’s it to you if they keep his balls locked up for another 6 months?”

Colin’s mind suddenly turned on. He forced himself to talk through the pain “If they do that does that mean my hive comes off in six months?”

‘Oh, that he hears,” Angie thought to herself.

“No, sweetie,” Flo answered. “It just means the key to unlock your hive won’t work for at least six months. You’d still need someone to unlock you when the timer was finished.” Her gaze moved from his eyes to his other set of balls. “Wow, those things are looking really purple. She’s not letting any blood get through that grip, is she?”

“No,” Colin said at such a high octave it barely made it out of his mouth.

“Let’s go Colin,” Angie left, pulling Colin out the door by his protesting balls.

Once they left, Flo looked under the table. “Cancel the security guards,” she said, before slamming her foot down one more time.

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“One,” Cleets said, her hand on the left testicle.

“Two!” Heels chirped, gripping hard on the right testicle.

“Three!” They said together. Each girl took the testicle they had in their hand and gave it a sharp 360 degree twist.

“And there you are,” Cleets said professionally. “One full torsion per ball. Not so bad once they’re in position, huh?” She cocked a curious eye at Colin.

Colin moaned in his chair. It was a standard discipline chair. One could be found in every housing unit at the stinger academy. Despite the name, the chairs were designed to have some truly comfortable qualities. The cushions were soft, the back wasn’t too rigid, and it came with armrests. Sure, those armrests had leather straps on them used to restrain a man’s wrists, but they were comfortable straps, as were the ankle straps. The most uncomfortable part of the chair, naturally, was the discipline hole: a small hole where a man’s balls were placed, so that they appeared tightly trapped under the chair, where the man could not protect them. The chair was just one more tool designed to put men in their rightful place below women.

Although, right now you could say that Colin was above women. One more feature of the discipline chair is that it is a high chair. Colin’s seat was several feet in the air, so his testicles were at arm level for the petite brunette and redhead who lived in this campus housing unit. He could feel Heels’s hand shaking with anticipation as it held his right nut. “Well, what are we waiting for? Lets see if he can handle two rotations.”

“Okay, okay,” Cleets chuckled. “Lets do a countdown-“

“ThreeTwoOneGo!” Heels said in a single breath before twisting Colin’s right nut again. His lips puckered together at the sensation, then quickly puckered harder as Cleets followed suit on his left testicle.

“Golly what a rush,” Heels said as her eyes rolled back.

“Remember, he’s not ours. Don’t break him.” Cleets said.

“Like two little torsions ever killed a man.” Heels said.

Cleets playfully rolled her eyes. “Thanks again for letting us use him,” she told Angie, who was lounging on a normal couch. “We really need the practice.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Angie said with a light chuckle. “Looks like you two know what you’re doing.”

“We appreciate it all the same.” Cleets said.

“It’s the least we could do to thank you for letting us stay with you while we’re in town.” Angie smiled brightly at the excitable young cadets. The world was still so new and exciting to them, and she couldn’t help feeling that thrill while she was with them. “Isn’t it?” She asked Colin in a tone of voice that said she wasn’t asking.

Colin nodded, unable to do anything else.

“So sweet,” Heels said. “Think you’ve got one more rotation in you?” She pouted at him like a sad kitten. Colin shook his head so fast it looked like he would snap his neck, so Heels turned her look towards Angie instead.

“You’ve twisted them around twice already. Can testicles survive three rotations?”

“Of course,” Heels said.

“Well technically,” she said, flashing Heels a look. “Three rotations bring testicles to the danger zone. If you go much over three rotations the cords snap instantly. That’s what makes it such a good interrogation position.”

“But testicles CAN survive in that position,” Heels said, adamant that she was right. “Just not for long. Shouldn’t you know this stuff?” She asked the woman she thought was Officer Aubrey.

“Obviously she knows this stuff, you ditz,” Cleets taunted her friend. “She’s just testing us. Making sure we’re ready for the street. I promise you, Aubrey, we are ready. And if you let us twist your slave’s nuts one more time, we’ll show you.”

“He’s not my slave,” Angie corrected. “He’s my fiancé.”

“Congratulations!” Heels cheered. “When’s the big day?”

“Yesterday.”

“Oh,” Heels said.

“Well,” Cleets jumped in, she eyed Colin’s beehive and felt a need to change the subject, “tonight the girls in our sorority are throwing a banger.”

“A testicle banger,” Heels laughed. “You should come. There’s going to be lots of cute boys there.” Cleets held back a sigh at her friend’s tactlessness. For goddess’s sake, her fiancé was right there.

“That sounds fun, but- wait. You have sororities at Stinger?”

“Sure,” Cleets said. “The same ones as every other university.

“Which one are you in?”

“Kappa Grabba Grabba,” the girls said in unison.

“GET OUT!” Angie sprung to her feet. “I was in KGG too!”

“Oh my goddess yay!” Heels clapped her hands together, forgetting she was still holding Colin’s twisted nut.

“Really?” Cleets asked. “I’m in charge of our chapter’s records, and I didn’t see the name Aubrey anywhere in there.”

“I was using a different name back then, but here, I can prove it.” She assumed a dancer’s pose and started making movements she hadn’t made in years. She shook her body forward, so her head was almost to the ground, before snapping back upright in a way that showed the power of her tight booty. To dance combined the grace and form of a ballet with the raw sexuality and booty shaking of a pole dance without a pole. She sang along with her movements “Some girl’s think to win a man you have to please him.”

“But the KGG girls know to own a man you’ve gotta squeeze em,” Heels joined in.

“Kappa grabba grabba,” Cleets joined too, “grab em by the balls.”

“I knew I liked you,” Cleets said.

Cleets and Heels laughed excitedly, thrilled to know they were in the presence of a fellow grabba. It wasn’t until the laughter died down that the girls heard the moaning. Amid the singing, Cleets and Heels had pressed their fingers down into Colin’s nuts hard. He was mewling in pain and the girls left claw marks in his testies. “Ooops, guess we really are Grabbas, teehee. Sorry,” Heels said and she and Cleets loosened their grips.

‘Not sorry enough to let go of my balls,’ Colin thought sourly.

Angie beamed in pride as she looked at her fiancé. His mouth was gaping open, but so were his eyes. Some might think it was from the pain, but Angie knew better: even in this battered state, Colin was entranced by Angie’s dance moves. And why shouldn’t he be?

Angie never showed off her college dance moves to Colin. She never talked much about her college years around him at all. She didn’t want to make him jealous. College was the most fun time in a young woman’s life, and Colin didn’t get to experience it. If he only knew about all the fun adventures she got to go on, or all the dance moves she learned, or all the things she did with other men, she didn’t know if he’d be able to handle it. And he was already handling so much. So Angie just stared into Colin’s eyes, satisfied that, even after all these years, her moves could still drive a man wild. “A party sounds really fun, but we have something we need to do tonight,” Angie told the girls, genuinely disappointed she wouldn’t get to relive her college years.

“That sucks, but we understand. If we’d known you were a fellow grabba, we’d have let you stay here for nothing.” Cleets said.

“No, don’t say that,” Heels hissed, “I still would’ve wanted a crack at his nuts.”

Angie laughed, “It’s ok, I still would’ve wanted to repay your kindness. In fact… oh what the hell. You can twist his nuts one more time. What’s mine is yours.”

“What?” Colin managed to spit out.

“Yay!” Heels cheered. “One.”

“Two,” Cleets added.

“Wait a minute-“ Colin pleaded.

“THREE!” All three girls yelled in unison.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

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“Comfy?” Angie smiled at Colin.

The small bed in Cleets’s room was softer than anything else Colin had been on all day. It would’ve been luxury if not for the severe torsion in both of his balls. Colin had seized towards his nuts the second he was untied from the discipline chair. Heels had to hold his arms as she and Cleets carried him up the stairs to keep him from trying to fix his testicles himself. His hands were shaking in tension, as a piercing heat filled his abdomen with each movement of his dangling spirals. When the cadets dropped him on the bed he thought he might throw up, but a stern look from Cleets made him hold back his lunch. Heels and Cleets left to give Angie and Colin some privacy. Even the vibrations from when Heels closed the door behind them sent pangs of pain up from Colin’s cords.

Angie whistled. “They really wound you up didn’t they.” She wiped the sweat off his head and lightly held him as he shook. “there there, Nurse Angie will fix your balls right up.” Colin gave his fiancé a weak smile as she picked up his right testicle in what was meant to be a loving grasp. Unfortunately for Colin, loving didn’t mean soft. “That’s what I wife does, right? Protect her husband from the other girls?” She rotated his testicle in her fingers, confident she could reverse the torsion she’d allowed those cadets to inflict upon her man.

“DANGER ZONE!” Colin screamed, lurching forward.

“What’s wrong?” Angie asked with palpable concern. She was startled by Colin’s sudden movement, but remained in enough control not to let go of his balls. “Oh,” she realized, “I’m twisting in the wrong direction. Sorry.”

Angie switched her wrist and turned his testicle in the opposite direction. It still hurt like hell, but as Angie twisted, the pressure was relieved bit by bit. “That was wild down there. I can’t believe how fun it was hanging with college girls again. Dang, is 26 really that old? There, how’s that.”

Angie let go of his ball, and Colin lightly inspected it with his hand. “Better,” he said, still short of breath. “Can you get the other one now?”

“Give me a minute,” Angie said, “that took a lot of concentration, I need to breathe a little before I get back into that headspace.”

Colin didn’t push the argument, he just sat there in silence with his fiancé for a minute, contemplating the day. “Thanks for making up plans to get us out of that party,” He finally said. “I really don’t have the energy for that tonight.”

“Oh I didn’t make up fake plans,” Angie explained. “When I’m done twisting lefty back into position, you and I are going to sneak into that archive building and find what they’ve got on Hornyt.”

Colin’s eyes opened wide. “But the lady said-“

“If they really have no records on the yellow jackets then how come she knew one of them was called Hornyt?” Colin didn’t have an answer for her. “I don’t care what lies they tell us, there’s no way the Fempire doesn’t have records on their most dangerous law enforcement officers. They’ve got a file on her somewhere in that building. And tonight we’re going to find it.”

“I don’t know Angie. You’re talking about breaking into a Fempire agency building.”

“We already broke onto the academy property,” Angie shrugged.

“Ya but we’d be stealing Fempire private records.”

“We stole a police cycle today.”

“Ok true but, this seems like an escalation.”

“And this isn’t an escalation?” Angie asked grabbing Colin’s beehive. Her hand felt good, but it sent a surge of need through him with hurt like hell going up his twisted left nut cord. “How many women do you want telling you what to do?”

Colin opened his mouth.

“Just one, right?” Angie answered her own question. “Our marriage is supposed to be for us and us alone. Only I get to decide what happens to you. Otherwise,” Angie took a deep breath to hold back a tear. “Otherwise, what kind of woman am I?”

Colin felt incredibly guilty seeing his strong fiancé on the verge of tears. He finally realized in that moment how hard this all must be for her. She has been putting up a brave front, but that’s always been her job as the woman: to be sunny and happy and coddle her man through the emotional times all while making all the plans. It wasn’t the same as the agony Colin had been put through, but he supposed it must be painful in its own way.

The point is that when times are hard, a good husband stands by his wife and trusts her judgement. After all, he trusted her when she made him steal the keys from Aubrey, and that worked out… so far. “Ok Angie,” Colin said. “Sounds like a plan. Just please untwist my ball first.”

Angie stared at Colin, her cheeks blushing red with adoration. She loved when he grew a spine and did what she wanted him to do. Thinking about all the things Colin put himself through today at her behest made her feel warm. Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breaths, and her pelvis hummed like it had when they were on Aubrey’s vespa. She looked at Colin’s needy cock. Even in the beehive it looked delicious to her.

“Colin-“

Before Angie could keep talking, there was a knock on the door. “There’s an officer downstairs that wants to speak with you,” Cleets’s voice said from the other side of the door. “Actually, she says you’ll want to speak with her.”

Angie gave Colin a bemused look. “Who knows we’re here?”

“Hey! That’s my room-“ Cleets said as her bedroom door flew open.

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“Oh dear goddess,” Dale covered his mouth as he stared at the mess in front of him. Aubrey laughed at his side, taking glee in the horrified look plastered on the toll man’s face. “Oh someone got that guy good,” Aubrey laughed, patting Dale’s balls for emphasis. “Hey, is that my chopper?” With restored urgency, Aubrey hopped out of the truck to insect the chopper on the ground. It was indeed hers. She had been so busy reveling in the exquisite pain the toll booth operator was in, that she didn’t even notice at first.

Aubrey whipped out her phone and gave Officer Mackenzie a call. It went to voicemail: “Officer Mackenzie, this is officer Aubrey. I’ve recovered the stolen chopper. Please tell the higher ups a further investigation is not required and- Oh goddess! I’ll have call you back. Delete this message after you hear it.”

Aubrey’s jaw dropped when she noticed that, on the seat of her chopper, sat an empty scrotum. She looked back at the toll booth operator and picked up one of his two naked and fully exposed testicles that she had been gawking at earlier. They both dangled by their cords, completely exposed to the dusty air. “So that’s where your sack went,” she said, as he trembled at her touch.

“Please… get me out of here. I need a doctor.”

“I’m the cop here. I’ll ask the questions,” Aubrey said, squeezing on his vulnerable bare balls as if to remind herself she was still an authority figure. “The woman who did this to you, where did she go.”

“AAAAGH! She went that way!” He pointed weakly towards the student housing block. “Thank you sweetie,” Aubrey said, letting go of his balls but giving him one last slap. She strutted towards where he was pointing, “Dale, come.” The trucker limped after her as quick as he could in his injured state. Without turning back towards the tool booth, Aubrey said “I’ll send someone to get you to a doctor. When I get around to it.”

“I can do it,” Dale offered.”

“No,” Aubrey waved dismissively. “You pull my vespa. Those bitches still have the keys.”

"What about his scrotum?"

"Just leave it with him."