Fempire: Part Two: Chapter 18: New Shoes

Angie sat outside of the department store in her new blue dress, watching people walk by and noticing that some of them were watching her right back. Especially the men. ‘Typical,’ she thought to herself. ‘We can take away their rights but we can’t stop them from eyeing us like pieces of meat.’

She took off her wedding ring and fiddled with it anxiously. This ring was a promise, a promise that Colin was hers and she was Colin’s…. Well it was a promise that Colin was hers anyway. Though Angie supposed she was his as well. She was his protector. That was her responsibility if she was going to be his wife. But she wasn’t his wife. Not now, at least, so she shouldn’t feel bad that she wasn’t protecting Colin from the women in the department store who were no doubt in there right now giving his nuts the business end of their shoes just for fun. Colin hadn’t lived up to his end of the bargain either; he was supposed to be hers and only hers for the rest of his life, but when it looked like his life was about to end (his sex life, anyway) he was willing to betray her. What kind of man did that make him? Was he really worth of her love? Were there no better men out there?

“Shine your shoes ma’am?”

“Huh?” Angie looked up to see a man looking down at her. He was cute, late thirties. That’s the first thing Angie noticed about him. He had dark brown skin and long legs. His eyes were bright brown and when he smiled she could see the whitest teeth she’d ever seen. He was wearing gray pants, a gray vest over a white shirt, and he had a gray cap on his head, so she couldn’t see the short black hair he had underneath. In one hand he held a case that Angie recognized as a shoe shining kit. “Oh, yes, that would be lovely. Thank you…?”

“Ricky ma’am,” the man said, “or Rick, whichever you prefer.” He crouched down and delicately took one of her feet in his hands. “Those are beautiful shoes.”

“Thanks. They’re new so don’t spit on them.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Ricky said. He opened his shoeshine kit, pulled out a rag, and went to work rubbing her left shoe. She sat there and let him work, silently fiddling with her ring and thinking about Colin. “I know it’s none of my business ma’am, but I couldn’t help but notice the dour expression on your face. What is it that is making you so glum?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Angie lied.

“Is it about a man?”

“How did you know?”

Ricky suppressed a smirk. “I’ve been doing this for eighteen years now ma’am. I know the signs.” He moved onto the other shoe. “Of course, the wedding ring is sort of a giveaway. Trouble with the husband?”

“He’s not my husband.”

“Oh no?” Ricky asked.

“He’s my fiancé. Or he was. Now I don’t know what he is.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“With a stranger?” She asked.

Ricky looked up, god he had nice eyes. “Who better to talk to about such sensitive issues than someone you’ll never see again?”

“That makes sense, I guess,” Angie sighed. She told him about how Colin and her were to be married. How at the last minute complications forced them to postpone the wedding. How a beautiful woman offered to suck his dick, how Colin begged Angie to let him cum in this other woman’s mouth, and how she managed to stop him from completing the act at the last possible moment. She left out the parts about the yellow jackets, and the stinger academy, and the beehive, and their marriage license being denied, as well as the part about how Colin was about to be castrated. She did not leave these parts out to make Colin looked bad. She left them out because she was not about to let a stranger know that she and Colin were fugitives of the law. Especially not a male stranger: men in the Fempire tend to be more willing to snitch to the cops both out of a hope of some kind of possible reward and out of fear that if they don’t tell the cops that it could somehow come back to cause them great testicular pain themselves. She felt guilty about leaving these pieces of information out, because she knew that without them Colin looked really bad, but Rick was right; talking it out did help. “I really do think he loves me, and I know you boys can’t control your lust because of all the sperm you create, that’s why we had to take away your power in the first place, but still, how can I trust him after that?”

“Men are dogs,” Rick said.

“You said it,” Angie agreed.

“I can’t imagine how any man would dream of cheating on someone as beautiful as you.”

“Thank you! That’s what I’ve been saying. I mean look at me! Look at my body!”

“I can’t stop looking, ma’am,” Ricky smiled. Angie hadn’t noticed, but he had been looking up her dress periodically throughout the shoe shining process. And now he took her comments as permission to stare at her boobs.

Angie noticed his gaze move to her rack, but she said nothing. It made her think about how weak men are and how easy it is for women to take advantage of them. Then she thought about the pain in Colin’s voice when Hornyt was about to pop his nuts. “I know it’s not all his fault but-“

“Don’t say that,” Ricky said, rising to meet her eyes, “he had no right to go chasing another woman. A man who would do that to someone as beautiful as you doesn’t deserve you. And you don’t deserve him.”

“Ya- wait what?”

Ricky cupped Angie’s chin and tilted her head upward. “You deserve a man who has eyes for you and only you.”

“I didn’t give you permission to touch my face.”

“Well maybe you’ll give me permission to do this,” Ricky closed his eyes, puckered his lips, and leaned in for a kiss.

“Hey what are you doing? Get off me!” Angie launched her foot forward and slammed it into Ricky’s balls. He pursed his lips into an O shape and slid back down to his knees. “That’s better you creep. You’re a shoe shiner, your place is on your knees before me. Do I need to make that clear?” She put her new blue high heel shoe between his legs and gas pedaled his crotch to the concrete. Ricky tilted his head back and writhed in pain. “You men really are disgusting creatures aren’t you?”

“Please ma’am my balls-“

“Don’t interrupt me!” Angie twisted her foot into the ground for emphasis.

“But you asked me a quest-AHHH!”

“I said don’t interrupt me,” she continued grinding her foot. She used the sharp toe of her new heel to drive her point home. Ricky covered his mouth with his hands to keep himself from whimpering. “Ok, I’m done talking.”

“It’s not me you’re angry at ma’am,” Ricky explain. “Gah!”

“Oh no?” Angie asked, pushing down so hard she could feel the pavement through her shoe below Ricky’s left testicle.

“Your fiancé cheated on you didn’t he?”

“Well… almost.”

“Almost is close enough when it comes to a woman as beautiful as you. You’re well within your rights to take a lover yourself. Heck, these days you could do that without an excuse and nobody would say anything.”

“And that lover should be you?”

“Can you think of anyone better?” The question lingered in the air as Angie thought long and hard… almost as hard as she was pressing on Ricky’s left nut. “Please ma’am, I’m sorry I made a move on you without asking first, but aren’t you about done?”

“Sure,” Angie stood up, putting all her weight on his left ball before taking her foot off. Ricky gasped in relief. “Your nut is looking good and clean now. Just let me get the other one.” She stomped down on his right nut with so much force she felt a recoil bounce up her knee. “Ah you made my foot fall asleep.”

“Gah! My nut! My nut!”

“Now you listen to me,” Angie ordered.

“You popped it open!”

“Oh you’ll be fine,” Angie flicked his right nut for emphasis, making him wince. “We’re right outside a clothing store, I’m sure you can find some woman in there with a needle and thread to fix you up.”

“It hurts,” Ricky whimpered.

“Ya that’ll happen. Now, as I was saying, you’re right I can have any man I want. But you just made me realize something. Something very important. In fact I-“ the anger melted from her face and she looked down at Ricky with a warm and genuine smile. She slipped her ring back on her finger. “In fact, I should be thanking you. But first there’s something I have to do.” Without another look, Angie turned around and marched back into the department store, leaving Ricky on the ground staring longingly at her wiggling behind.

“You’re welcome ma’am.” He squeaked as his right nut continued to deflate.

“Colin! Colin?” Angie yelled as she pushed the door to the department store wide open. All eyes were on here but she could not see her fiancee anywhere. She walked through the store with purpose, making her way to the shoe department. Her eyes lit up with glee when she finally found Colin sitting in a complaints vestibule with his nuts hanging out of the tight complaints department hole. He was looking up, clearly trying to keep his mind off of the woman with sandy hair who was stomping his nuts into the vestibule wall repeatedly with her clunky black boots. He looked so cute when he was trying to ignore his pain. “Colin!”

Angie rushed over to the podium and gave it a big hug that Colin could not feel. All he could do in reaction was watch the way her boobs moved as she pressed them against the glass. In doing so she annoyed not just the sandy haired woman, but the three women behind her waiting their turn for a crack at Colin’s nuts. “Hey, get in line!” The sandy haired woman said.

“Oh Colin,” Angie said, “I just had the most wonderful experience outside with a guy who was hitting on me.”

“You what?” Colin asked before being cut off by the sandy haired woman’s boot once again.

“Hey!” The sandy haired woman yelled. “Don’t talk to her. Pay attention to me. Now I’m going to kick you twice as hard.”

“Angie-“ Kick. “Can this wait?” Kick! “Please ma’am, I’ll be with you in a moment!” KICK! KICK! KICK!

“No it can’t wait! I have something to tell you and I need to tell you it right now- ooh I love your shoes,” Angie said to the sandy haired woman.

“Thanks, you think?” The woman asked. “I work construction, so I need something that’ll keep those builders in line.”

“Oh those will do the job for sure,” Angie said. “Just look at my fiancé’s face.”

“He’s your fiancé?” Asked the woman.

“You still want me to be your fiancé?” Colin asked.

“Yes! That’s what I’ve been trying to say,” Angie said, annoyed.

“Congratulations,” the woman said, “then I won’t keep damaging your property.”

“Thank you.”

“Well technically he’s not your property yet so one more won’t hurt,” the woman said before booting Colin’s nads one more time.

“No, I guess not,” Angie smiled.

“It hurt me,” Colin coughed.

“Ya, but you need to let them go at it so we can pay off the store today. Otherwise they’ll make you work here tomorrow too, and we don’t have time for that kind of delay.” The next woman in line, an annoyed black woman in a tight black dress tapped Angie on the shoulder. “Oh for goddess’s sake just go around me.”

The woman complied and dug her sharp red acrylic nails harshly into Colin’s balls. “EEEEEEEP!” Colin squeaked. “Ma’am, this line is for the shoe department.”

“Don’t tell me where I am, boy,” she scoffed. “I’ll kick you after I squeeze the living daylights out of your balls for making me wait so long. You got a problem with that?”

“The customer is always right,” Colin said as his voice faded and he started to lose consciousness.

“Hey,” Angie snapped her fingers in front of Colin’s face to wake him up. “I still haven’t gotten to my point.”

“Pay attention to your woman,” the black woman said. Her wavy hair framed her face and she switched from squeezing to flicking his balls one after the other with her hard nails repeatedly in a persistent rhythm.

“Sorry babe,” Colin said as his eye twitched. “I’m listening.”

“Marriage is a very special thing, Colin. I do not take it lightly. If I am to swear myself to another, a man, then it must be a man who is worthy of me. And after seeing that hussy’s mouth around your dick I wasn’t sure you did deserve me anymore. But now I’ve been reminded of what else is out there. How stupid you boys really are.”

“Oh don’t get me started,” the woman holding Colin’s balls said. “When I think back to the boys I used to mess around with in my twenties it scares me to think I could’ve married any of them. Some of them had such little control that if I had to put up with that for the rest of my life-“

“MA’AM!” Colin yelped as the woman’s nails pinched into his balls with searing precision.

“Oh, well, that’ll about do it,” the woman said. “I hope you two straighten things out.”

“Thanks,” Angie smiled.

The woman gave Colin one last full force uppercut punch to the balls. He felt his balls soar upward so fast they pulled his chords painfully taut before coming back down.

Next was a woman with stylish short blonde hair. She appeared to be in her early thirties and was wearing a blue and yellow soccer jersey and a pair of black shorts that showed her very athletic legs. Colin was relieved at the gentle look on this woman’s face. “Do you need something ma’am?” Colin asked, hoping she was the rare customer who just needed help finding the check out.

“Oh nothing for me, thank you. I’m just waiting for my team.”

“Team?” Colin asked.

“Oh hear they come now,” Colin turned to see what must have been a dozen young women, university aged from the looks of it. All wearing the same soccer uniform as she was. This must be a local college soccer team, Colin realized with dread. His eyes traveled do to the spiky cleats the girls were wearing. Unlike their uniforms, which were all the same blue and yellow as the coach’s jersey, they each sported a different style of shoe. Different colors, and logos adorned their feet, but all of them were cleats. Colin had spend the better part of his afternoon being kicked by boots or shoes with some kind of heel. Those shoes were pointy, sometimes, heavy, and those heels could really pack a precise punch of pain, but cleats were not to be take lightly. Cleats packed a lot of power, and could be just as spiky. “Now if you’ve all found shoes you like, go test them out on that complaint boy over there. If you can’t make him cry out with one kick consider trying on a new pair. Ready girls?”

“Yes, Miss Naples,” the girls say.

“Angie…” Colin stuttered, as the girls lined up in front of them.

“Don’t look at them Colin,” Angie said warmly. “Look at me. Focus on my words. It’ll help you keep your mind off the pain.

“Ok,” Colin said, not confident that she was right, but unwilling to throw away his chance at a clean slate with Angie. Plus, if it did actually help soften the blows…

“Hiyaaa!” Yelled a short asian girl as she kicked Colin’s balls as high into the air as the complaint podium would let her.

‘Nope,’ Colin thought as he yelped, ‘didn’t stop the pain.’

“Very good,” said Miss Naples. “Next up.”

“So what is it you want to tell me?” Colin said, his voice so high it actually made Angie laugh.

“I’m sorry, you just sounded like a little girl, I couldn’t help it,” her laughter died down after the next girl, a nineteen year-old with blonde pigtails, stomped her cleat into Colin and jammed his balls against the podium, making him scream again, but this time in a low throaty manly growl.

“Hmm,” Miss Naples sighed, “you were supposed to kick his balls up, not back.” She let that hang in the air for a while, as Colin grew visibly nervous that she was gonna make the girl kick him again. “But judging from his scream you must’ve kicked him hard enough that if it weren’t for that podium there you would’ve sent his nuts flying. Great job. Next!”

That kick brought Angie back to feeling sympathetic as she watched Colin’s head shake in agony. She smiled sweetly, ready to talk. “My point is, you may be a stupid perverted man who can’t tear his eyes off a good pair of tits even when the best woman he will ever have a chance with is standing right in front of him,” KICK, “but you’re better than most.” Colin smiled, but immediately screamed when the next girl, a black haired twenty something with huge calves, tried to kick his balls into the ceiling. “It took imminent castration to get you to beg for someone else. IMMINENT. CASTRATION. That’s way more than it would take most guys, and you still wanted me to give you my blessing first.,” KICK! "That’s never gonna happen though. I’d still rather see you lose your balls than lose your virginity to anyone but me,” Colin’s heart sank as his balls flew into the air from the kick of a blonde girl missing a tooth. “But that’s partially on me, right?”

Colin paused, unsure if this was a trick. “I don’t know. Is IT?” He screamed a girl with short brown hair slammed her foot into his right nut.

“Good strength,” Miss Naples said, “but your aim needs work. Try again, and this time make sure you hit both of them.”

“Yes ma’am,” said the brown haired girl.

“Yes it’s on me,” she answered. Colin howled as the brown haired soccer player got both of his balls.

“Got em both!” He yelled.

“That’s right, Colin it’s on both of us. I’m so glad you understand.” Colin looked at her with huge throbbing eyes. “I’m your fiance too. It’s not just on you to be loyal, I also have to protect you. If I can’t keep your balls from being busted what right do I have to expect you to keep your eyes on me?”

“That doesn’t sound like you, Angie,” Colin coughed.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” she smiled demurely.

“So it’s ok if I look at other girls?” Colin asked, noting the jiggling breasts of the black haired beauty who was taking a running start for her kick.

“Absolutely not, Colin,” Angie snapped. “You are mine and mine alone.”

“But these girls are kicking me right now-OW!” Colin yelped as he got booted once more.

“Yes, but I want them to , silly.”

“You want them to?”

“Well, I don’t like it, but we have a debt to pay off. That’s different. It’s ok if I say it’s ok. Like if we owe money like this or if I think you deserve it. But I’ll be damned if I let another girl bust your balls without my permission. Even the government. You are mine. Your balls are mine. I get to decide what happens to them. Nobody else. And in return you will be my adoring husband who lives for me and me alone. If that sounds good to you, I’d be happy to resume our engagement. So, do you agree to my terms?”

Colin didn’t have to think about it for a second. No matter how cruel Angie could be, it was better having one woman decide his fate than letting the government throw his balls to the wolves. But even aside from all that, Colin was only to ready to accept Angie’s offer. He still loved her with all his heart. Yes, he was frustrated with the way she’d been acting the past two days. And yes, he felt it was unfair of her to be so upset with him for caving under threat of castration. But, through all of that, he was mostly just afraid that she wouldn’t love him anymore. That she would drop him for another more obedient man. He didn’t think he could handle that, even if he found another woman who never busted his balls. Angie may be hotheaded, but she was also smart, and sweet, and funny, and caring. Besides, he liked her headstrong nature most of the time. More often than not she would use it to their advantage. And really, after all the things men had done to women when they were in charge, it was only fair that women got to feel powerful for a while. He just wished they didn’t use that power to hit him where he was most vulnerable so much.

“Of course, Angie. Anything you want. You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world.” He didn’t even notice the last girl, a silver haired blonde who was clearly Miss Naples’s daughter, fire the hardest fastest kick he had received all day right into both of his testicles with her thick steal toed cleat. Miss Naples must have gotten her daughter those cleats to give her kicks an edge. “YAAAAAAAAAA!”

“OH COLIN,” Angie cheered, kicking one foot up which made her skirt briefly swivel up in an adorable way. “I’ve never been this happy either.” She didn’t notice Colin’s new anguish. All she felt was the joy in the room as she and the girls were all cheering.

“Amazing shot, Danielle,” Miss Naples said, her tits bouncing as she and the team jumped. “You all did a wonderful job. Now lets get you to check out!” The girls all ran to the cash register as Jessica approached the couple.

“Well done, you two,” Jessica said. “That last batch of shoes should more than cover your debt. Here, let me help you out,” she punched Colin hard in the balls, forcing his nuts back through the small podium hole.

Angie’s smile turned into a scowl, upset at the sight of a woman hurting her man without her permission. “Don’t you have a key?”

“Of course,” Jess smiled. Then she opened the podium door releasing Colin. He immediately grabbed his scrotum and fell to the floor. Angie knelt down beside him, patting him gently on the back and embracing him so his face was nestled lovingly between her two boobs. Angie felt he deserved a reward after all that, not realizing how hard she was making his cock. “Here, don’t forget your clothes,” Jess dropped Colin’s new outfit on him.

Angie helped Colin get dressed, causing him great pain as she grabbed his genitals and shoved them into his tight new pants, but he forgave her as soon as she started buttoning up his new shirt. “Let’s go, Colin. We need to plan our next move.”

“Goodbye, you two,” Jessica waved. “I hope you workout all your problems.”

“As long as Colin keeps his eyes in his head we should be just fine.”

“Oh that shouldn’t be a problem,” Jessica smirked. She watched the couple leave the store, reading the big black letters on the back of Colin’s new shirt that neither of the couple had noticed yet: “ENGAGED MAN” in huge letters, then below it in a smaller font it read “Catch Me Staring, Earn a Free Bust!”