Fempire Chapter 14: Answers

“Comfortable?” Hornyt asked.

“I actually am,” Angie said from the couch she was lying on, trying to still sound intimidating.

“I wasn’t asking you, Miss Maeve,” Hornyt responded. She turned to Colin, “are the straps too tight? Are they cutting into your wrists?”

“They’re fine.” Colin was sitting in a discipline chair with his wrists and ankles tied in place. The chair was similar to the one in Cleets and Heels’s place, but the testicle hole was smaller.

Hornyt took Colin’s penis in her surprisingly soft hand and gently turned it away from the hole. She gave his penis one full stroke before as she did so. “How did that feel?”

IT. FELT. GREAT. But there was no way Colin could say that with Angie staring jealous daggers at him. Plus he didn’t want to let this yellow jacket bitch know how much he craved her touch. But he didn’t want to insult her either, knowing she was the one person who could unlock his beehive. “It felt ok.”

“Aw, that’s too bad,” Hornyt said. If Colin didn’t know any better, he’d swear there was actual pity in her voice. “Because this is going to hurt like hell.” Hornyt slammed her fist down on Colin’s right ball, wedging it a third of the way through the hole. Angie put her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. She hated seeing Hornyt do this, but she knew she couldn’t stop her. Not if she wanted answers. “I’m sorry, Mr. Stone,” Hornyt said as she slammed her fist down a second time, pushing his right nut further into the hole, “I was hoping to get you situated with just one punch, but your nuts are so swollen that I’m going to have to keep punching.” Colin just grunted in pain as Hornyt punched his right nut over and over until it was 75% of the way through the hole. Then she reached under the chair and pinched his nut firmly between two fingernails. Colin shrieked as Hornyt twisted his nut back and forth as if she were pulling a cork from a wine bottle until finally his nut popped out of the hole.

“Stop it! STOP IT!” Angie cried. Streaks of mascara were dripping down her face.

“I’m afraid that was that was the easy part,” Hornyt said, before turning her attention to the left nut. “I know your left nut is still sore from torsion, but-“

“Just do it,” Colin said, trying to be brave for both himself and Angie. “GAW!”

“I had to stomp down with my boot instead of my fist, but I got your left nut through in only one strike. You’re welcome.”

“Oh goddess I think you cracked my nut right open. Oh ow. Oh.. oh..” Colin’s moans changed their tune as Hornyt took his penis in her hand.

“What are you doing?” Angie asked, suddenly mad.

“I’m doing what I can to soothe the pain,” Hornyt explained as she stroked up and down Colin’s penis. “You’ll both be happy to know that his penis is functioning normally, so no permanent damage has been done.”

“Thank you?” Colin said as if it were a question.

“Ya thanks, you can let go of his dick now,” Angie said.

“Oh? Is that what you want Colin?” Hornyt asked as she gave the tip of his penis a nice twist that made him wheeze in pleasure.

Colin waited too long before answering “yes, of course. Please stop. If I get close to cumming the beehive will go off.”

“Clever boy,” Hornyt said.

“And if you cum from anyone but me our marriage will be invalidated before it begins,” Angie chimed in.

“Ya that too,” Colin said as his eyes closed from the pleasure Hornyt was giving him.

“Colin! Stop enjoying this so much! Remember she put you in that beehive. You should be thinking about me.”

"Perhaps I spoke too soon. Only a fool shows this much joy at being touched by another woman in front of his fiancé.” Hornyt chuckled, noting Angie’s jealousy. “You’re practically begging her to castrate you herself.”

“I can’t help it,” Colin cried. “I haven’t cum in over a year, and you know exactly what you’re doing. Oh geez,” Colin sighed as he fought hard to keep himself from going over the edge. “You understand, right honey?”

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY MAN!” Angie launched her foot at Hornyt’s hand, but she moved in time to ensure that the only thing Angie kicked was her fiancé’s nutsack. Angie’s anger immediately gave way to guilt. “Oh Colin, I’m so sorry,” she said, stroking his sweaty light brown hair.

“I’m definitely soft now,” Colin whispered.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never mean to hurt you. I just couldn’t stand to see her touch you like that. But at least I stopped her before she brought you over the edge and made the beehive clamp down on your… um, wires.”

“I was going to stop before triggering the device. You kicked him in the balls for nothing” Hornyt remarked.

“Stay out of this,” Angie hissed at Hornyt. “We can’t trust a word out of your mouth.” Hornyt said nothing, after all, Angie was right. She went from sweet to angry to sweet again in the span of two seconds as she turned back to Colin. “Want me to make them feel better?”

Angie took Colin’s balls in her hand and gave them a vigorous massage. Before Colin had a chance to tell her the ‘soothing’ massage was actually hurting him more, Hornyt interrupted. “Actually, Miss Maeve, I need you to let go of my prisoner’s balls.”

“Prisoner?” Angie asked in such shock that she clamped down on Colin’s nuts. “We came here voluntarily.”

“That wasn’t very smart of you,” Hornyt said. “As of now, you are both my prisoners, and you may not leave until I say you can leave.”

“Angie-“ Colin whimpered.

“You can’t do this to us,” Angie yelled, her grip tightening as she got angrier. “Colin is my husband!”

“Last I checked, he never came inside you, so he’s not your anything. Not legally anyway. But if you want to make him your wife then by all means keep squeezing.”

“What are you- oh!” Angie looked back at Colin’s eyes: they were wide with pain.

“Have a seat, Miss Maeve. I’m not going to ask you again.” Hornyt gestured to a pair of bolt cutters on her belt to emphasize her point. Angie lowered her shoulders in defeat and slumped into the couch. Hornyt cupped Colin’s balls in her hand, unlike Angie her touch was gentle as she inspected his penis above. “Look how soft you made him. Now I have to start all over.” With her free hand Hornyt started rubbing the base of Colin’s cock with a ring she made with her thumb and forefinger. Slowly it brought his penis back to life.

“Why do you have to touch him at all?” Angie asked. “Isn’t the whole point of the beehive you put on him to keep him from cumming?”

“Yes, but this is a necessary part of any police interview. Are you familiar with the concept of good cop, bad cop? You’d make an excellent bad cop, Miss Maeve.”

“I don’t want to be a bad cop, I want to be a good wife.”

“It’s not my place to tell a woman how to treat her man, but from where I’m stroking it appears I’d be a better wife than you, wouldn’t you agree Mr. Stone?”

“If I say yes will you let me cum?” That answer made Hornyt smirk.

“Stop enjoying this, Colin. She isn’t your friend. She’s a lying bitch. And you,” Angie said, turning to the woman she just called a lying bitch. "You said you owed us answers. So talk. Why did you interrupt our wedding? Why did you put Colin in a beehive? What did we ever do to deserve such horrible treatment from the government?”

Hornyt’s finger ring slowly made its way up Colin’s penis. She wiggled her fingers like feathers grazing his sensitive glans until she got to the ridge of his circumcized cock head. She twisted it lovingly and deliberately, as the beehive started beeping as it does when a man is getting ready to explode. Then, just before the device would have had to send shockwaves into Colin’s nut chords, Hornyt let go. “Honestly, Miss Maeve, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Angie asked softly.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Colin yelled. “My testicles are dying over here and you’re just toying with me for- for what? For fun?”

“Shhhh” Hornyt cooed, her lips an inch away from Colin’s twitching cock. He shook in horrible pleasure as this beautiful cop blew warm air on him. Enough to drive him mad, but not enough to push him over the edge. “Easy big boy, that’s not what I said.”

“You haven’t said anything,” Angie protested.

“Patience, Miss Maeve. The best things in life take time,” Hornyt spoke slowly, and waited for Colin’s penis to get soft again before she began rubbing his balls again. “I know you think of me as the bad girl, but really I’m just doing my job. I like men, and I like semen. If it were up to me Colin would already have cum all over my face.” Hornyt punctuated her statement by kissing the head of Colin’s penis.

“Then do it already,” Colin moaned.

“Stop it!” Angie flicked Colin’s left nut.

“I’m sorry honey, but I need to cum so bad!”

“She’s fucking with you Colin. How can you believe a word she’s saying?”

“You can’t,” Hornyt said. She resumed her agonizingly slow hand job. “Even though I am telling you the truth. I love the look on a man’s face when he’s cumming. It makes me feel so attractive. But it’s a face I rarely get to see. The closest I get to it is the face a man makes when he’s being edged. The face you’re making now. It’s lonely being a yellow jacket. Did you know we are not allowed to marry? Our hours are too demanding, and we are forbidden to grow attached to any man, since if asked we would be obligated to punish any man in the fempire no matter who they are. For my initiation into the yellow jackets, I had to castrate my own father."

“Boo hoo. You’re such a victim,” Angie rolled her eyes. “If being a yellow jacket is so terrible then why do you do it?”

“Because the alternative is chaos.,” Hornyt said as she circled her thumb around Colin’s glans. “Do you know your history, Miss Maeve? Do you know what the world was like when men were in charge of it? They polluted our air and water nonstop with their lust for money. They killed each other and the innocent in war after never-ending war because of their insatiable lust for power. And I don’t have to tell you what they did because of their lust for women. Men are adorable, but if you give them an inch they will destroy the world again. The only way to stop that is to have their hearts, their minds, and their penises under our control.” Again, Hornyt removed her hand just before Colin would’ve gone over the edge. Colin shook in frustration, but at least she stopped before the beehive stung him.

“I learned the ethics of male subservience in school, same as you,” Angie replied. “I’m no male apologist, Hornyt. Men do need to be controlled for the good of all human kind. I’m even open to the idea that all male masturbation should be banned and that a man should only be able to cum when a woman grants him release.”

“You never told me that!” Colin said.

“I was saving that conversation for our honeymoon,” Angie explained before turning back to Hornyt. “But that has nothing to do with us. The fempire can’t control men on its own: that’s what marriage is for. When a woman loves a man, it’s her right to marry him and control him her way. The government has no right to interfere with that. In doing so you’re infringing on my rights as a woman for no reason.”

“I didn’t say there was no reason,” Hornyt said, resting her hand on Colin’s thigh. “I said I don’t know the reason. I’m a soldier, Miss Maeve. I don’t make my own marching orders. This decision was passed onto me.”

“By who?” Angie asked. “The Fempress?”

Hornyt laughed. “I doubt she could be bothered with something as trivial as you two."

“Who then?” Angie asked.

“I can’t tell you that,” Hornyt said. “All I can say is that you two got tangled up in something much bigger than either of you. Certainly bigger than you, Mr. Stone.”

“Is it really necessary to insult me?” Colin asked.

“I’m afraid it is, shrimp dick.”

“I’m five and a half inches,” Colin protested. “That’s average-oooh momma.”

“Average is small Mr. Stone. You know that.”

“Back up a second,” Angie persisted. “So you’re saying you can’t tell us why we couldn’t get married, because you don’t know yourself?”

“I promised you answers, Miss Maeve. I did not say they would be satisfying.”

“So we came all this way looking for you for nothing? You couldn’t unlock Colin’s beehive even if you wanted to?”

“Oh that last part isn’t true. I could unlock Colin anytime I want.”

“YOU CAN?” Colin said, pleading in his voice.

“Certainly Mr. Stone,” Hornyt said, dangling a key from her belt over his cock. Her hips were so close to his dick he could feel there warmth coming off of Hornyt’s womanhood. “My orders were to ensure the wedding was not brought to completion. How I followed those orders was my decision.”

“So you chose to taze me in the balls and lock me in that thing right when I was about to finish?” Colin spat into Hornyt’s face.

Hornyt responded with her own glob of spit, but her was aimed on top of Colin’s cock. Then she started spreading the spit across his rod with her hand. “Is that any way to treat the person pleasing your dick?”

“You’re not my friend,” Colin said through pleasurable pants. “You’re my jail warden. You locked up my cock and are reminding me of what I can’t have over and over and over again.”

“I also twisted the head of the beehive so it would hurt your cords,” Hornyt admitted. “But it could be worse.” The beehive started beeping. “I could be doing this,” Hornyt continued her stroking until Colin would have been brought over the edge. At which point the beehive went off and sent high voltage shockwaves of pain into Colin’s balls. She kept stroking him, causing his body to go to war with the machine trying to drag his semen back into his balls. Hornyt’s curling fingers scratched the sides and underbelly of Colin’s penis in what would’ve been the most pleasant fashion in any other circumstance, but now all it gave Colin was a prolonged electrocution of his nuts. She turned to Angie, “You didn’t try to stop me.”

“I didn’t think you were gonna bring him over the edge.”

“Yep, that was worse,” Colin cried. “Almost as bad as when you did it to me yesterday, Angie. In front of every woman I know.”

“Never forget how lucky you are, Mr. Stone,” said Hornyt. “Yes, I locked you in a beehive, when I could’ve just as easily sucked your dick myself to cancel the wedding.”

“YOU COULD’VE?”

“I’m glad she didn’t,” Angie said.

“ANGIE!”

“What? You you’d rather her suck your dick than me be your wife?”

“I didn’t say that at all!”

“But,” Hornyt said, getting all attention back onto her, “there are other yellow jackets who would’ve castrated you instead. And you’d have been given no more explanation for your missing testicles than what you’ve gotten from me. Things can always get worse.”

“You’ve made your point.” Angie said.

“No, Miss Maeve, sadly I have not yet begun to make my point. You see, stopping the marriage was only my first order from my contractor. Earlier today I received a second order.”

“And I’m sure you feel just terrible about it,” Angie said.

Hornyt ignored her. “Angie Maeve, Colin Stone, you have been invited to come to the South Webs for an all expenses paid honeymoon. Well, I guess it’s not technically a honeymoon, but that is what my contractor has chosen to call it. I will escort you right away.”

“To the south webs? Isn’t that place a prison?” Colin asked, his heart racing.

“For some,” Hornyt admitted. “For others, it’s a paradise.”

“It’s true,” Angie said. “I heard in the South Webs they treat women better than anywhere else in the fempire. I’ve always dreamed about going there.”

“No! You can’t let her take us there, Angie!” Colin was screaming.

“See?” Hornyt realized Colin knew the South Webs’s reputation. “I told you it could always get worse.”

“Angie, please. You can’t let her take us there. Every man in the South Webs is a eunuch!”

“Every man?” Angie rolled her eyes skeptically.

“Not the ones who just got there,” Hornyt said.

Angie was about to try and persuade Colin that they should go, since there was always a chance that he would not be castrated, and besides she could really use that honeymoon. But then she saw the fear in Colin’s eyes. He looked like a puppy at the pound who knew he was about to be neutered and was looking to his loving owner to save him. It was enough to remind Angie that she loved this man. That regardless of what the government told her, she still wanted to protect him and keep his testicles to use as she wished. “No. As fun as the south webs sound, for me at least, I will not bring Colin there so you can take his testicles away from me.”

Colin let out a sigh of relief. “Do reconsider, Miss Maeve,” Hornyt requested. “His testicles do you no good locked away in a beehive either. And the trainers at south webs will make him an expert with his tongue.”

A rush of warmth surged into Angie’s vagina as she thought about it. “Not gonna work. I want his cock.”

“There’s always the 1 in 100 chance that Colin gets to keep his manhood as part of the south webs yearly-“

“Goddess, I thought it was only men who didn’t know how to take no for an answer. NO. You can go back to your mysterious contractor and tell her we are not doing anything without a meeting first. Let her tell us herself why she did this to us. We can wait as long as she can, right Colin?”

“Ummm,” the prospect of staying in the beehive for one more second seemed unbearable to Colin, until what Hornyt did next.

“If you won’t come voluntarily, then, forgive the pun, but I’ll have to make you come by force.” Hornyt grabbed Colin’s balls and pulled them even further down in his sack. Before Angie or Colin could protest, the beehive was off. Hornyt had the beehive in her hand, with the key in the lock. And with her other hand she started stroking Colin’s cock. It took no time at all for his penis to get hard again. “So Colin, how does it feel for me to get your beehive off? Don’t answer that, because soon I’m going to get you off.”

“You can’t be serious?” Angie had never been more confused.

“Oh I think she’s serious,” Colin said as he felt Hornyt bring him right to the edge.

“As I said, I was tasked with interrupting your wedding proceedings, but how I did that was up to me. And still is up to me. Other Yellow Jackets would call me soft for not castrating your outright, but given what I have to do now, I say it was wise to keep your balls attached for this very moment,” Hornyt rubbed her fingers into the very base of Colin’s erect penis as she talked. Slowly, so as to drag out Colin’s feeling of being on the edge.

“You have to make me cum?” Colin asked with a hopeful gasp.

Hornyt let out a low purr of a laugh and let go of his penis. She looked almost sad. “You look like you could coat my entire face and most of my tits with what you have stored up in your balls. Which only makes what I have to do more painful… for you. Miss Maeve, I have been ordered to bring you and Mr. Stone to the south webs. You do not have to come voluntarily, but doing so would make everything much more pleasant for all of us. So, since you say you don’t want to go because you’re afraid Colin will be castrated, if I castrate Colin here and now, you have no more reason to fear the south webs.”

“If you do what to Colin?!” Colin said, suddenly alert.

“You can either go to the south webs now and Colin will probably get castrated,” Hornyt told Angie, paying no mind to the man in front of her, “or I can castrate him now and take you to south webs anyway. Your choice”

“Get me out of here!” Colin pleaded to Angie, in his most panicked tone.

Angie sprang into action immediately. She threw out all sense of poise and hurried to help the man she loved. “I’ll get you out of that chair, Colin.” Hornyt did nothing to stop her as Angie grabbed Colin by his hips and attempted to pull him out of the discipline chair. Colin screamed as his balls were stretched away from his body, each ball fighting for its turn to attempt to go through the hole at the bottom of the chair.

“It’s no use,” Hornyt said, her quiet voice carried enough authority to be heard over Colin’s screams. “Those balls are cinched in there tight. Keep doing like that and you’ll castrate him for me.”

“This isn’t happening,” Colin said as his fiancé yanked his hips and sending a surge of pain through Colin’s balls again. “This was never supposed to happen.” YANK. “I did everything a good boy is supposed to do,” YANK. “We were supposed to be married,” YANK. “We were supposed to have sex on the beach” YANK. “She was supposed to keep me safe so no woman could ever hurt my balls again.” YANK. “GIVE IT A REST, ANGIE! THEY’RE NOT COMING OUT!”

“Maybe I can punch them through,” Angie said, slamming her fist into his left nut before Colin could argue.

“Oh goddess” Colin said in a voice that could’ve been mistaken for Angie’s. “Ok, I’ll go to south webs, just make the pain STOP!”

“You mean it? Colin?” Angie said, trying to hold back her excitement.

“Yes” Colin hung his head.

Angie gave him a big hug, “OH COLIN thank you! This will be the best honeymoon.” She whispered into Colin’s ear, “I promise we’ll do everything we can to make sure you aren’t castrated when we get down there.”

“You mean it?” Colin asked with big puppy eyes.

“Obviously, I love you, and I’m not giving up my chance to ride your cock.” She pulled away and faced Hornyt, “now you don’t have to castrate him.”

Hornyt stared into Angie’s eyes for a long time. “On second thought, I am still going to castrate him.”

“What?” Angie screamed.

“But we’re cooperating,” Colin sobbed.

“So you say,” Hornyt responded. “But you two spent the past day pulling all kinds of stunts just so you could get Colin out of his cage. You’re clever, at least one of you is. If I don’t castrate you now, you’ll spend the whole ride south trying to escape. Best to remove your balls now so you have no more reason to resist.”

“We wouldn’t do that,” Colin protested.. “we’ll do whatever you say, we’ll-“ Angie interrupted him with a hand on his shoulder. The look in her eyes told him it was time to give up. They both knew Hornyt was right. Today they stole a police chopper trying to get here, Angie was going to keep fighting for as long as fighting was an option. He realized that there was nothing they could say to convince Hornyt she was wrong. Then he started crying.

And that made Angie cry. “I’m sorry Colin. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” She hugged Colin in his restraints. It was all she could do, since she had failed to save his testicles. “Sorry I couldn’t be your wife.”

Hornyt rolled her eyes at the familiar sound of male tears. “Man up, would you,” Hornyt told Colin. “It’s not all bad.”

“Not all bad? Instead of marriage and sex, I’m getting blue balled and castrated! Where is the good?”

Hornyt started rubbing Colin’s cock again. Even with this knowledge that he was about to lose his genitals, his cock still got instantly hard at her touch. “There, you see,” Hornyt purred, the vibrations from her voice again teasing Colin’s cock, inches away from the head. “That feels good doesn’t it?”

“So what, you’re going to bring him right to the edge before castrating him?” Angie asked through sarcastic tears.

“Not this time,” Hornyt said, and then she gave the underbelly of Colin’s cock a long lovely lick, causing him to moan in unbridled pleasure. “I am going to castrate you, Mr. Stone. It’s going to happen, but that doesn’t mean I can’t let you experience pleasure one last time.” Hornyt stuck the head of Colin’s penis into her mouthed twisted her lips around it.

“This is a trick right?” Colin said, trying to think clearly through the pleasure. “You’re going to suck my dick a little, make me lower my guard, then right before I cum you’re going to crush my balls with your bare hands.”

Hornyt giggled onto Colin’s cock before taking it out of her mouth to answer him. “I understand why you would think that. And you have no reason to believe me when I tell you I’m not going to do that. But these balls are just so full. I don’t even know how much cum is stuck inside them after a year and a day. I can complete my mission however I please, so long as the mission is completed. And my mission is to get you to south webs. It isn’t to keep you from cumming. So do stop complaining, Mr. Stone. Close your eyes, lean back, and enjoy the last orgasm you will ever receive. I promise you it will be a good one.” Hornyt slowly put Colin’s entire dick in her mouth and resumed her blowjob.

Colin did as he was told, accepting his fate. Hornyt was true to her word: her blowjob felt quite good. Maybe it was the year of built up cum, but it really was the best blowjob he’d ever had. Even better than Angie, though he’d never tell her that. He didn’t want to be castrated, he’d worked so hard to try and prevent that from happening, but he always knew this was a distinct possibility living in the Fempire. So if he was going to lose his balls, at least he could empty them first. Colin took a deep pleasurable breath, then he coughed loudly as he felt a harsh punch to his right nut. He opened his eyes wide, ready to call Hornyt out for tricking him like he had suspected all along. But when he looked down at his package, Hornyt was still there sucking away. She was even rubbing his testicles gently, as if trying to soothe them from the damage they’d just taken. He felt the pleasure slowly start to return only to be punched again. Now, with his eyes open, he could see that it wasn’t Hornyt who was hurting him, but Angie.“

Angie…” Colin uttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why…?”

“Don’t listen to her, Colin,” Angie pleaded, seeming both angry and sad. “If she makes you cum then your entire year of chastity will be null and void. We won’t be able to get married.”

“But…. I also can’t marry you if I lose my balls,” Colin said, thinking this was obvious. “Wait, what if both of you made me cum together? OOOF.”

“Don’t be gross Colin,” Angie said, with another punch to his balls. “You’re marrying me, not us. I don’t intend to share you.”

“Of course,” Colin coughed. “Just you then.”

“Out of the question,” Hornyt said. “If she makes you cum, the marriage is official, and I was given strict orders to prevent that from happening. You can cum with me or not at all.”

“Not at all,” Angie said flatly.

“ANGIE” Colin pleaded.

“Once again, it’s not up to you,” Hornyt said, before she resumed her blowjob. Colin closed his eyes again. He was gonna miss his balls, but at least he’d have the memory of this wonderful blowjob. Or he would’ve if Angie hadn’t punched his nuts again.

“Don’t listen to her Colin,” Angie pleaded, not used to begging to a man. “We can figure this out. I’m the one who loves you. Not her. She’s going to cut your nuts off as soon as your done. We can find a way out of this. Just please don’t cum.”

“Ignore her,” Hornyt said between slurps. “Cum. This will be your only chance.”

Angie took Colin’s testicle chords in her hand and squeezed tightly, forcing Colin’s balls to the bottom of his sack. She dug her fingernails in as sharply as she could to ensure no semen could slip up the chords and out of his penis. “Don’t cum Colin.”

“Mommy!” Colin screeched.

“Mommy’s not here, Mr. Stone,” Hornyt slurped. “Just me. I can feel your orgasm building. Who knows, maybe I will choke on your sperm and you’ll be able to escape. Go ahead and cum.”

“Don’t cum,” Angie said, punching his nuts with her free hand.

“Cum.” Slurp.

“Don’t cum.” PUNCH

“Cum.” Slurp.

“Don’t cum.” PUNCH

“MAKE IT STOP!” Colin cried. He was at the end of his rope in more ways than one. Pain and pleasure merged together in his mind until his vision went fuzzy and he couldn’t tell the difference between the horrible monster building him towards the most powerful orgasm he’d ever felt and the love of his life keeping him from that intense pleasure with her sharp stabbing fingernails pinching his nut chords and fist strangling his testicles with one hand and punching his nuts with the other. Wait? Could that be right. That didn’t make sense at all. Why would the love of his life be hurting him so badly? Why wouldn’t she just let him enjoy this for the first time in over a year?

He must have things confused. The other woman was making him feel amazing. Even through the pain Angie was dealing him, this woman was making his toes curl. The flow of Colin’s semen had been stalled by the dam that Angie had made with her tight grip, but even so there was a slow and steady stream of cum building in Colin’s cock head. It was taking all of Colin’s concentration to keep from blowing his load down the Hornyt’s throat.

Colin knew he wasn’t supposed to cum, but he couldn’t remember why anymore. He knew he was supposed to trust Angie, but should he really trust her? She’d put his nuts through a lot lately. She set his beehive off at the temple last night. She made him risk his nuts stealing the keys from Aubrey. She let Cleets and Heels practice their torsion skills on him. Did she really care about him at all? Or was it all about her and her wedding and her wanting to control him? Maybe she never loved him all along. Maybe she was just being selfish. Maybe he should defy her for once, have the orgasm he’s been denied all this time, and finally be free.

Colin’s vision focused enough for him to get a good look at Hornyt as she sucked his dick. Her lips we luscious, her legs were long and mostly bare in her short black skirt, and at the angle he was sitting he could see down her top and get an eyeful of her cleavage. That did it. He felt himself creep just passed the point of no return, and let his head back so he could enjoy the relief.

“Colin NO!” Angie screamed, and in a last desperate attempt to save the man she loved, Angie stood up, reeled her leg back, and, while still hold his balls, she let loose a perfect flying kick right into the center of Colin’s tightly held scrotum. Both of Colin’s testicles felt the full force of the kick.

Colin reeled forward in his seat, dry heaving with his eyes wide open and no breath left in his body. All the joy he was finally letting himself anticipate turned to ashes in his mouth and were replaced with a burning rage towards the woman who took that pleasure away from him. ANGIE WHAT THE HE-“ he cut off as his vision returned to him. He now saw that while Hornyt was still diligently dragging her lips up and down his shaft, she also had the pair of bolt cutters in her hands, and he suddenly remembered what she was going to do with them. He was suddenly glad for the pain in his balls, as he felt it pull him back from the brink of orgasm. “Thank you,” he whispered. “You saved me.”

“All she did was postpone the inevitable,” Hornyt said, her mouth still on his dick. Even in this state of black out pain, Colin could still feel deep inside him that Hornyt was right. His orgasm was slowly growing back. “No one can save you now.”

It was at this exact moment when the door flew open. Aubrey marched into the room, pulling Dale in with her by his balls. “Listen you, I don’t care if you are a yellow jacket, this is my case. I will not let you torture my suspects and fire me without giving me a chance to interrostrate them with my own hands. Oh and now you’re pleasuring the thief too? GIVE ME THOSE BALLS!”

Aubrey pounced on Hornyt, taking her to the ground. Dale was pulled down with them, and the discipline chair collapsed next to them, meaning only Angie was left standing. Angie was impressed that Aubrey could fight Hornyt so well one handed. At one point Aubrey even started hitting Hornyt in the face with Dale’s nuts, though it was clear that hurt Dale more. Colin’s dick fell out of Hornyt’s mouth, but the two officers rolled their bodies over his bald as they fought, making him yell out.

Hornyt got on top of Aubrey, her ass sticking out into the air. Angie noticed that Hornyt had a smoke bomb on the back of her utility belt. Without thinking, Angie pulled out the smoke bomb and threw it on the ground. The entire room filled with gas, obscuring everyone’s vision. Hornyt knew what Angie was trying to do, so she lunged forward to where she knew Colin was, and was satisfied to feel a pair of testicles right where she was expecting them to be. Aubrey was occupying both of her hands, so Hornyt clamped down on the balls with the only thing she had free: her mouth. The familiar squealings of a man having his balls bitten told her he wasn’t going anywhere. But as the smoke settled she realized it wasn’t Colin’s balls she was chewing.

It was Dale’s.

Hornyt looked around the room, Dale’s balls still between her teeth. Aubrey was still beneath her, but Angie and Colin were nowhere to be found. The chair was broken on the floor, with the seat missing, and the door was wide open.

“Where did they go?” Hornyt said spitting Dale out of her mouth.

“What was that?”

“You idiot!” Hornyt barked, gesturing at the door. Hornyt stomped out of the room, landing her heel on Dale’s chewed up nuts and twisting violently before she looked down the hallway. “They’re gone! YOU LET THEM ESCAPE!”

“Oh,” Aubrey mused as Dale howled in pain. “My bad.”