Fempire Chapter 15: Kappa Grabba Grabba

“I’m not gonna make it!” Heels screamed. 

“You can do it Miranda!” Cleets shouted up to her friend. “I believe in you.”

Heels could feel herself slipping. She was halfway up the climbing wall, but her foot was  sliding off of the grip she was balancing on: that’s the price of wearing high heels everywhere you go. Still, Heels looked beautiful in her light blue dress and her matching stilettos. Nobody could deny that. Especially not anybody watching her climb the Kappa Grabba Grabba sorority house climbing wall. They all got a great look up her dress at the matching blue panties she wore. “I can’t do this Kelly!” Heels cried. Cleets was standing at the bottom of the wall, holding the belay rope and making sure her bestie wouldn’t hurt herself if she fell. “I’m too scared. WHOA!” At this point, Heels’s feet slipped clear from the rock wall and she could feel herself about to plummet. She managed to grab onto one of the hand holds with her sharply painted light blue acrylic nails. “Let me down! Let me down!” Heels cried, rocking back and forth as she dangled from the handhold.

“Let her down! Let her down!” Screamed the handhold. In true Grabba Grabba spirit, all the grips this rock wall were actually the testicles of the men of the town. They had been brought to the sorority house so that the girls could have some fun on their climbing wall. Some came willingly, many did not.

“You’re not giving up that easily,” Cleets told her friend. She was wearing what could only generously be called a green sports bra. In actual fact she was wearing a bikini top with a circular cleavage window. Her midriff was also on display, and the green short shorts she wore showed off the muscles in her legs and she strained them to keep Heels up. Naturally, she was also wearing a pair of green cleats that dug into the floor as she pulled. “Get back to climbing. You’ve still got a grip on some stones.”

“I can’t do this Cleets,” Heels said, her fingernails digging deeper into the balls of the man in the wall. “You know I’m scared of heights.”

“That’s why you’ve got to do this,” Cleets said. “What if were chasing a criminal one day and he climbs up a fire escape on a tall building? Are you just going to let them get away?”

“NEVER!” Heels yelled with sudden conviction. She swung her body back onto the wall, digging her pointy heels into two pairs of testicles at her foot level. She raced up the rest of the wall squeezing testicle after testicle in her hands. Jabbing ballsack after ballsack with the point of her shoes to make sure she didn’t slip again. Man after man winced and cried and choked on their own screams as Heels determinedly hurried up their balls to get to the top of the wall. Men shook as her fingers dug into their balls with such force that he could almost feel thumbs and forefingers touching through their sacks. And just when they thought the pain was over (as Heels had let go of their balls) the pain was reignited with one more harsh jab from her heel.

“You’re almost at the top!” Cleets yelled encouragingly. “Just ring the bell and your done!”

“I’ll ring his bells alright!” Heels said, looking at the man who was tied suspended from the ceiling with a megaphone taped to his mouth. Heels pushed herself off the wall (pressing hard on the balls she was standing on as she did) and confidently yanked on the naked man’s nuts. The velocity of her jump added impact to her grab and the man screamed through the megaphone for the entire sorority to hear. “I DID IT!” Heels yelled, still hanging onto his package.

“I knew you could!” Cleets cheered. She clapped her hands, letting go of the rope in the process. This caused whatever little weight Cleets was supporting to weigh fully on the man’s balls, causing him to shutter louder. “Oops,” Cleets laughed, before grabbing the rope again. “Lets get you down.”

Cleets helped Heels slowly descend the wall. As she fell, Heels pushed against the wall over and over to help her descent. Each time she made contact with the wall she made sure her heels were crashing into a pair of testicles. When she landed on the ground, she emphatically hugged her friend. Their boobs pressed against each other as they bounced up and down.

“Thanks for making me do that, Cleets.”

“Any time bestie. It’s not a good Stinger party if we don’t get the chance to train a little.”

“I can’t believe we got enough guys here to fill the entire climbing wall.”

“The guys around here know better than to say no to us,” Cleets winked, shrugging her boobs together. “Want to do a shot of edge juice?”

“You know it.”

The girls walked over to the drink table. Standing in front of it were six men each wearing a vest, a bowtie, and nothing else. They had bulging biceps and raging boners. Next to each of them was a different type of liquor. Each boy looked deliriously drunk. “What’ll it be, Heels? Rum? Vodka?”

“How basic do you think I am?” Heels giggled, pushing a lock of her dark hair out of her face. “Let’s have some tequila.”

“Right, nothing basic about that. Allow me to fill us up.” Cleets held a shot glass under the penis of the attractive tan man standing next to the tequila bottle. She pushed her shoulders up so that her cleavage would be right in his face. “Get a good look,” she cooed as she wrapped her fingers around his enormous shaft. Kappa Grabba Grabba only let the most well endowed men tend bar at their parties. The rest had to entertain the girls in other ways. Cleets pulled the man’s cock at a vigorous pace until he started leaking precum into her shot glass, then she slowed her pumps to a crawl.

“Careful not to let him cum,” Heels warned.

“Do I look like a freshman?” Cleets asked. She filled one glass up past its rim before putting the second glass in its place. She kept pumping well after both glasses were full, flashing the man a toothy smile as she brought him to the edge. Then right as he was getting ready to cum, the redhead let go of his dick and gave his balls a quick underhand slap. “Bottoms up.”

Cleets and Heels both knocked their heads back and downed the shot of precum in a single swig. “Wow, that was strong,” Heels giggled.

“Well what do you expect?” Cleets asked. “We’ve been feeding them nothing but booze  all day. The liquid in their body has got to be mostly alcohol by now.”

“Let’s do another,” Heels said.

“You may want to pace yourself,” Cleets advised. “We have all night, and there’s still plenty of games to play.”

“But won’t it be more fun if I’m wasted?” Heels hiccuped.

“Not for the boys. Besides, you’re already looking pretty tipsy,” Cleets laughed. 

“I could always be tipsier,” Heels said. “I hear they made the new pledges steal some of the lifelike sparring dummies from the gym and turned them into piñatas. If I don’t get a few more drinks in me I’ll break those big fake balls on the first try.”

“GAH” a very convincing voice box shouted. Cleets turned to see one of many dummies with very realistic male genetalia being assaulted with a bat by one of the freshman girls. If Cleets didn’t know any better she would’ve sworn it was a real man, but the chocolate coming out of the torn nutsack gave away the truth. 

“That’ll have to wait,” Cleets said. “Here comes the president. Look sharp.” Both girls stood straight and tried to appear sober. Only Cleets succeeded.

The best friends were approached by a blonde woman in a rainbow wrap dress that did nothing to cover her huge ass. “There’s someone at the door who says she needs to see the two of you now.”

Cleets and Heels exchanged a look. *What did we do this time?*

\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*

“You can’t hold us like this! I know my rights!” Heels slurred her words as she shouted.

“Shut up, Miranda!” Cleets chastised her friend. “I’m sorry,” she turned to the woman sitting across from them. “She’s been drinking. We’re actually big fans of your work.”

“Ya when you’re doing it to men,” Heels chimed in once again. “Let us out of here. We’ve done nothing wrong.”

“I’m sure you haven’t,” Hornyt said. “And neither of you are under arrest… yet.”

“Then lert us gut back to our party,” Heels said. “I could be getting my pussy licked right now as a squeeze some bus boys balls.”

“This will take as long as you make it take… Miranda was it?” Hornyt asked.

“Heels to you,” Heels burped.

“You can call me Kelly ma’am,” Cleets said, put as much contrition into her nervous voice as she could. “You know, I’ve always wanted to be a yellow jacket.”

“Is that so?” Hornyt asked. “I may be able to help you with that, if you help me. I am looking for a pair of fugitives. They were last seen with the two of you. In fact, I last saw you when I was taking them in for questioning.”

“Aubrey and her boy toy?” Heels asked.

“I understand that’s what they called themselves, but her real name is Angela Maeve. Her and her fiancé, Colin Stone deceived you and the stinger academy as a whole to gain access to private Fempire information. They must be apprehended at once and brought to the South Webs.”

“The south webs?” Cleets asked, sharing a look with Heels that seemed mostly concerned but just a tad mischievous. “Sounds serious.”

“It is, Kelly. And, since they were last seen with you, I thought they may come here for help.”

“We haven’t seen them,” Cleets said.

“Now can we get back to our party? I want to go beat up some fake testicles-“

“Fake testicles?” Hornyt asked.

“Yes, dummy. We turned some training dummies from the gym and turned them into piñata’s.”

“So you stole them?”

“Um.”

“Miranda, for goddess’s sake drink some water.” Cleets facepalmed.

“I’d rather drink some more edge juice.”

“It’s alright,” Hornyt said. “I’m willing to pretend I didn’t hear that. If you are willing to cooperate with my search.”

“You’re being very fair,” Cleets said. “But we are cooperating. We’ve told you everything we know.”

“Then I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me and some of the sergeants taking a look around.”

\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*

The Grabba gals were getting impatient. The music had been turned off, the activities shut down, and Hornyt and her sergeants were inspecting all of the men at the party. First Hornyt climbed to the top of the rock wall (in record time), and inspected each ballbag in her hands as she slowly made her way back down the wall (without a rope). Then she had them take them men out of the rock wall so she could check their faces to make sure they weren’t Colin. In retrospect Hornyt realized she could’ve done that first.

By the time Hornyt was done inspecting all the men in the rock wall, her sergeants had finished roughly examining all the other men at the party. Again, they could’ve just looked at their faces, but Hornyt wasn’t about to tell these young women how to do their job. Not unless they screwed up as bad as Aubrey. Hornyt did, however, double check their work, and was disappointed that she did not find Colin among them. “All the ballboys are accounted for, ma’am. Colin Stone is not among them.

“See?” Heels hiccuped. “We were teeling the truth. Can you go now?”

Hornyt was about to say yes, when something caught her attention. “Those training dummies in the corner, you’re sure they’re all fake.“

“You mean our pinatas?” The blonde president of KGG asked. “Ya, pretty sure.”

“String them up for me.” Hornet ordered the president. She hurriedly hung all 4 of them up by their fake hands so their very realistic groins were hanging at eye level. Hornyt stepped up to the first one and kicked her leg high over her head and into the dummy’s groin. The fake testicles flew off of the dummy and several pieces of candy fell out from where the dummy’s crotch was. The kick was accompanied by a loud and very realistic cry of pain from the mouth of the practice dummy.

“Nice kick,” Cleets mused.

“That’s why she’s a Yellow Jacket,” a sergeant pointed out.

Without a word, Hornyt moved on to the second dummy in the line, and delivered an equally debilitating kick to the fake boy’s balls. This elicited the same reaction: a flying ballsack, candy leaking from the eunuch doll, and a horrifying scream to boot. The same thing happened when Hornyt kicked the third dummy.

All of the men in the room were instinctively cupping their balls at the sight. A few men’s balls even reflexively rose in their sacks, as if they were trying to escape to the safety of their pelvis in sympathy for what these fake men were going through.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The president of Grabba asked one of them men. “You don’t get to cover yourselves just because you’re scared of the big mean yellow jacket and her castration boots.”

“Ya, if you wanted someone to hold your balls all you had to do was ask,” Cleets said. And then she grabbed the bare balls of a nearby redheaded boy and squeezed them in her hand to prove her point.

“I can’t believe this,” Heels hissed. “She’s ruining all our fun.”

“Last one,” Hornyt said, as she lined up with the final training dummy. She wound her foot back and let it fly above her head. Her beret almost fell off her head with the force of her kick, and it even looked like the eyes of the training dummy winced at the blow. Like the other dummies, this one let out a pained yell, much like a wounded animal. But unlike the other dummies, this one’s nuts remained attached. Surprised, Hornyt kicked again. Again, the dummy screamed, this time even louder, but the nuts stayed on. Hornyt looked deep into the dummy’s eyes, waiting for a reaction, but the eyes just stared back vacuously. So Hornyt kicked again. Then again. And she kept kicking, waiting for the dummy to show some sort of reaction. She made sure her kicks weren’t hard enough to rupture a ball for real, after all if she was gonna castrate the fugitive she wanted to do it in the proper setting, but she kicked hard enough that each kick would hurt like hell, and she timed her kicks so each one would land just as the pain from the previous kick reached its apex. But if there was someone in there they were not moving. It didn’t shed a tear. It didn’t move its arms to protect itself. It did scream, a lot, but they were supposed to do that. So Hornyt kept on kicking. If her hunch was correct then the boy inside the dummy would reveal himself soon enough.

“That’s it,” Heels said, taking a big swig from the tequila bottle on the table. She took a step towards Hornyt.

“Heels, what are you doing?” Cleets asked, tightening her grip on the redheaded boy’s balls in nervous anticipation.

“That’s our last piñata,” Heels complained. “She’s gonna break all of them before any of us have a chance to try.”

“Heels-“

“No, I’m not gonna let her ruin the party.” Heels  got up in front of the sorority, “we work hard training all week. We deserve to let off some steam. I for one don’t care if she’s a Yellow Jacket, I’m not gonna let her come in here and break all of our toys. Who is with me?”

There was a long silence. Not a single girl opened their mouth. Not until a woman in a butterfly mask spoke up from the back in a mature voice “Ya, this is our house. Our balls. Grab grab go.” 

“That voice…” Hornyt mused as the masked Grabba hurled a bowling ball into the groin of a naked blonde boy who had previously been the bell on the rock wall. He flew backwards into the group of sergeants behind him and proceeded to vomit on them.

“Ew gross!” Yelled a sergeant.

“Know your place you disgusting little worm,” a black sergeant took out her baton and smacked across his purple spuds.

“At ease sergeants,” Hornyt said. “Remember why we’re here.” But it was too late, the other sergeants in the group were already swarming on the man who had so disrespected the badge with his bodily functions. One woman was spraying him with ball mace, while another started punching him relentlessly. Hornyt sighed and turned back towards the one remaining training dummy. “Guess I have to do everything myself,” and she continued her kicking.

“Oh what the hell,” Cleets said. She took the man whose balls she was still holding, and lobbed him overhead by his testicles directly at Hornyt. She was concerned that her throw had ripped the poor boy’s balls away from his chords, but she was more concerned that her throw had not been hard enough to take out the Yellow Jacket. “Sorry about your ballies,” she said, “let me put them back.” As the boy was starting to land, Cleets kicked her spiky shoe up into his groin at a perfect arc. Even if they were severed from his body, his balls would be stuck up in his pelvis for a week now. The double whammy of pain made the boy numb to the impact he felt as he collided with Hornyt, taking her to the ground. 

“Stop this at once,” Hornyt ordered.

“The party is back on girls,” Cleets said.

“Grab a guy and go crazy,” Heels yelled. “If they want these balls popped let us be the ones to pop them!”

And with that, the room full of drunk college aged girls went crazy. They turned the music back on and swarmed all of the town men in the house. Ten of them were tied together by their scrotums for the ball busting bowling game, so they were the first ones to be taken down. The Grabba president grabbed the front bowling boy by the shoulders and kneed him so hard that he went high enough in the air to pull the other nine guys with him by their balls. “Strike!”

The rest of the men served little better, as the girls descended on them like hungry insects, sucking the alcoholic precum out of their dicks, but squeezing their testicles hard enough that not only could they not cum, but even the teasing was pure agony.

Cleets kicked ball boy after ball boy into the sergeants with full force to keep them from getting up. And when a sergeant did get up, she directed their anger at the men who landed on them rather than the woman punting them towards the squad.

Heels ran directly for Hornyt. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” Hornyt said, “but if you don’t stop this right-“

Heels stomped her pointy high heeled shoe into the left gonad of the boy who landed on Hornyt. He was facing Hornyt, so Heels had his balls trapped painfully behind his butt. This made the boy cry into Hornyt’s shoulder, holding her on the ground. “Make her stop! Please officer make her stop!”

“Get off of me,” Hornyt said with no sympathy in her voice.

“I can’t! It hurts! IT HURTS!”

“Those are my candy nuts,” Heels said, picking up the training dummy’s balls his her hand. “I want to be the one to eat them.” 

“Wait, what are you doing?” The dummy asked, but before he could protest too much Heels bit into his right nut. The dummy shrieked and Heels shook her head back and forth like a feral dog. Then she picked up the training dummy and ran off into the crowd.

The black sergeant pulled the crying boy off of Hornyt and helped her up. “Are you alright ma’am?”

“Alright, and right,” Hornyt answered. “The fugitive was in that training dummy. I’m sure of it now. I heard his voice.”

“Shall we give chase?” Asked the sergeant.

“It’s too late for that now,” Hornyt said, looking around the house. “I can’t see them in this crowd. Besides, we’re on the verge of a full riot.”

“Should I put the campus under lockdown?”

“No,” Hornyt sighed. “We need every officer on campus to focus on stopping these girls before they castrate every guy in the academy.”

“Would that really be so bad?” Ask the sergeant.

“It would be catastrophic,” Hornyt said. “Not only do we need these men to keep their balls for their own motivation, but having testicles around to whack is the one thing that keeps these rowdy young women from turning on each other. Go get the hose.”