Fempire Part 2: Chapter 22: Yellow Jacket Life

“My truck,” Dale stared.

“Yes,” Hornyt agreed, “it’s hard to tell now with all the damage, but this is where the satellites tracked your truck. Plus those last three unburned digits of the license plate match your truck. So-“

“It’s my truck,” Dale interrupted. “I don’t need a license plate to tell me tha-“ he stopped mid sentence as Hornyt’s finger connected with his left ball. He fell to his knees in front of her cupping his ball. She was standing right in front of him but she moved so quickly he couldn’t see it coming. She also gave no indication of what she was about to do, her face the same before she kicked him as after. And worst of all, she flicked him right on the nut that had been previously ruptured by Aubrey. She got him right on the stick line. And with her nail too.

“If you interrupt me or any other woman for that matter, I am going to have punish you,” Hornyt said from behind her sunglasses. “For appearances.”

“Ok,” Dale moaned.

“How do you know it was your truck,” Hornyt asked.

“What difference does it make?” Dale asked. “You figured it out just fine without me with all your Empire technology and fancy high school education. I don’t even understand why you want me here on the case with you.”

“Get up,” Hornyt said, offering Dale a hand.

“Thanks,” he said, his hand trembling as he reached out of hers. She grabbed his and he felt the red fingernails on her hand as she pulled him up. His dazed eyes lingered on Hornyt as he stood up. She really was beautiful: long pale legs in black knee boots and a black skirt, straight black hair that went to her shoulders and was held in place under her yellow police beret. Black and yellow striped jacket over a blue top that pushed her tits together like it was trying to squeeze toothpaste out of it. She had a face of pure beauty despite how scary it was. She wore red lipstick that matched her nails and made her face pop. And her eyes? Well, Dale wasn’t sure he’d ever seen here eyes behind those sunglasses, but he imagined that they were full of as much hate as the rest of her body. Though perhaps that was an unfair accusation. She was ruthless in her pursuit of justice, but as far as Dale had seen, she had always been fair to him.

“Better?” Hornyt asked, brushing his shoulders and forearms.

Dale allowed himself to smile. “Yes.”

“How are your testicles? Has the peak of the pain worn off?”

“They ache a little, did you have to go for my stitched up ball?”

“I’m doing it for your comfort. Such an obvious weak point makes it so I can cause enough pain with just a single flick, that I can tell my boss honestly that I used proper punishment while still using the least force possible.”

“Huh?” The truck driver asked.

“But if you have a problem with that method.” Hornyt’s hands went from brushing his shoulders to pushing down on them as she nailed Dale in the nuts once more: this time with her knee. “There. Now the pain is even distributed between both of your balls.”

“Why?” Dale moaned, as the once isolated pain spread to his right nut as well. It wasn’t as bad as the ball with stitches inside it, but it only added to his suffering.

Hornyt looked down at the man. “This pain will serve as another lesson. You must not question a woman. Our judgment is superior to yours, as we do not have to split our brain between our heads and our crotches. And since it has been four years since your last ejaculation, you are especially susceptible to male stupidity.”

“Ok,” Dale whimpered.

“Good,” Hornyt said. Dale thought he heard a smile in her voice but it did not reach her face. “Now, I will answer your question, even though I don’t have to. Yes, we found the truck without your help, but your tiny male brain can still be of value to this mission. We are hunting a clever woman. She is cunning, and resourceful. She almost went so far as to let me castrate her fiancé just to keep him from ever ending up with another woman: I’m not sure what she is willing to do to get her way. I am a natural choice to track down such a woman, as I can think like her. But we are also hunting a man. A stupid, cowardly man, whose already tiny brain has even less space to think since it is full of a year’s worth of unspent cum. I could never get in the head of some that unevolved. But you can. You’re as stupid and horny as he is. More than him even, since you’ve been denied release for so much longer,” Hornyt eyed Dale’s cock through his pants. She could see the beehive outlined in his trousers. “I can’t think of anyone better to help me track down such a criminal. Does that answer your question? Or do I need to dumb it down for your cum-flooded brain to understand.”

Dale couldn’t tell if Hornyt was being sarcastic or sincere. “No,” he said. “I got it.”

“Good,” Hornyt said, extending her hand down to Dale again. “Now answer my question: how did you know this was your truck?” Dale eyed her hand suspiciously. “I’m not going to knee you again. Not unless you deserve it.”

Dale took her hand and stood. “I know because it’s my truck.” He looked at Hornyt, she said nothing but he saw she was putting her weight on one foot, as if she was about to strike. Was she dissatisfied with his answer? “It’s a guy thing. A man’s ride is a special thing to him. He grows attached to it. Starts to see it as an extension of him. Even if it was my job, I put a lot of miles into this truck. A lot of memories. Mostly memories of my beehive shocking me when the boss lady thought I wasn’t delivering things fast enough, in fact they’ve been shocking me once an hour ever since that bitch stole my truck. Think you could call my boss and ask them to stop while I’m helping with this investigation?” He asked Hornyt.

“I could ask,” Hornyt shrugged. “If you do a good enough job assisting me that I think you deserve a reward.”

Dale sighed, “point is, a man knows when someone has messed with his ride. A set of wheels are precious to a man. When you hurt that you hurt his pride. It’s one of the most painful things you can target to hurt a man.”

“After the balls of course,” Hornyt said. This time Dale did notice a smile briefly appear on her lips. No matter how professional she was, she still saw humor in men getting their balls busted. All women did.

“Of course,” Dale agreed cautiously. “Did that help?’

“Not at all,” Hornyt answered. “Men care about their cars and their dicks? Such a useless gender.” She saw Dale’s disappointment in her answer. “Oh stop being such a sad sack. I expect you to be useless most of the time. I’m still willing to put in a good word for you if by some miracle you manage to help me somehow. Now let’s investigate the inside.”

Hornyt pried the burned truck doors open to reveal the inside. It was mostly burned like the outside, but Hornyt could still make out the remains of a few things in the wreckage. She saw what appeared to be a burned mattress, and got on her knees to pull out a mostly black piece of cloth. The few unburnt parts of it were red. She recognized it as what was left of Angie’s beret, giving Hornyt even more evidence that this was the right truck, as if she needed any.

The next thing she found was the discarded man piñata. “I knew it,” Hornyt said to herself. This confirmed that Colin was indeed hiding in a piñata at last night’s sorority party. Hornyt grit her teeth. She was so close to catching them last night. If it weren't for those bratty sorority girls she would have caught them. Hornyt was disgusted that so many young women in law enforcement were willing to aid criminals. How could the next generation embrace chaos like this?

Hornyt took a breath and calmed herself, it wasn’t all of the trainees and she knew that. Most of them were just drunk 19 year olds looking to bust some balls and not caring if they had to ruin a police operation to do it, and Hornyt had not problem with that. Girls will be girls after all. It was just the leaders who were actively aiding the fugitives: Kelly and Miranda, better known as Cleets and Heels. They’re the ones who were sheltering Angie and Colin when Hornyt first arrived at the Stinger Academy, and both of them have been missing ever since last night. Sure it was too soon to classify them as legally missing, but any good detective could see the writing on the wall. Those young ladies helped fugitives escape. They needed to be punished as well. And they would be when they were caught. Flo had already submitted the paperwork to have them both expelled, as Hornyt requested, but that would be the least of their worries when Hornyt finally found them.

But that was lower on Hornyt’s priorities. The fact that they had burned this truck meant they were trying to cover their tracks. If the four of them were traveling together then great, that would make Hornyt’s job a lot easier. But it was much more likely they had split up to make it easier to hide from the law. And Hornyt’s priority was the lovebirds. They were the ones who started all of this by crossing Miss Winnifred. How they crossed her, Hornyt did not know, but she wanted the two of them brought to her bad enough to rent a Yellow Jacket, and that meant Hornyt was going to bring them to her. She would not sully the reputation of the Fempire by letting anyone thing the police couldn’t maintain order.

Hornyt inspected the piñata further and smirked when she noticed tears at its crotch. Hornyt repressed a smirk. These weren’t burn marks, the were caused by aggressive strikes to the piñatas groin, and Hornyt had a suspicion that they were made before Colin was let out. “Couldn’t get over that blowjob, huh? That may be useful information.”

“What was that about a blowjob?” Dale asked from outside the truck.

“If I want you to speak I’ll tell you to speak,” Hornyt said dismissively. Dale put his hands over his mouth. “Now where was I?”

Hornyt noticed something on the ground near where she found the piñata: a puddle. She crouched down and inspected the puddle. It wasn’t gasoline, otherwise it would be burning with the rest of the truck. She dipped two fingers into the puddle and held it up to her nose to smell it. She recognized the smell but she tasted the fluid just to be sure. Ya, that was totally the reason she tasted it.

Just as Hornyt suspected, it was precum. She closed her eyes and stuck both fingers deep into her mouth, savoring the flavor. Goddess, Hornyt loved the taste of precum. It wasn’t as sweet as the taste of cum itself, but it was still delicious. She pushed her fingers into and out of her mouth, as if to simulate giving her fingers a blowjob. Though it was a secret, Hornyt absolutely loved the taste of cum. She loved giving blowjobs: full blowjobs. She would never admit it, but she was very disappointed she didn’t get to finish Colin off last night. She wanted to feel his warm cum shoot down her throat so bad that she was willing to castrate him just so she could do it without losing her credibility as a Yellow Jacket. She moaned loudly, wondering to herself when she’d ever get another chance to suck some dick. Then she opened her eyes and saw Dale staring at her.

She walked over to him so their noses were almost touching. “You didn’t see anything, did you?” Dale kept his mouth shut, so Hornyt grabbed his left ball and pinched. Usually she started her grabs with lower pressure and added more gradually, but this time she pinched with all her might right away with a finger nail directly over his stitch line. “Did you?”

“No. No I didn’t see anything. I swear,” Dale danced in place.

Hornyt let go and watched Dale writhe on the ground. She hated to admit it, but she was starting to find him cute. Yes he was a loser with a belly and an unkempt beard, but there was something about him that she found so pathetic. And she found patheticness to be a major turn on. She pitied this poor man for the deep unfairness of his situation. She wouldn’t help him out of his situation, not for nothing anyway, because even if it was unfair the law was the law, but still she pitied the man, and pity turned into an attraction she felt deep in her loins. Maybe she’d force him to help her with that desire later. “You should’ve answered me the first time, then I wouldn’t have had to do that.”

“You told me not to talk back to a woman-“ he said, before she kicked him in the nuts again while he was on his side, and opened up a new wave of pain for him. Just to be nice, she aimed the kick for his right ball.

“Not unless asked, Dale. Honestly that was so stupid I had to kick you again. Now get up before I have to kick you a third time. I actually need you for something.”

Dale staggered to his feet and looked Horyt in the eyes through her sunglasses. She looked back, and without a word grabbed ahold of his dick. He froze, expecting the worst. Then he saw an almost imperceptible smile appear on Hornyt’s lips. It was gone just as fast, but before Dale could question it more, he felt her hand move. Hornyt was stroking his cock. Slowly, back and forth, all the way up and down his shaft with a twisting rhythm that made him gasp. “Um.. Miss Hornyt-“

“Shh sh sh shhhhhh” Hornyt cooed. “Just relax. Enjoy it while you can. You wouldn’t want to talk when you’re not supposed to and force me to cut this handjob short would you?” Dale thought about it before Hornyt raised her free hand in a halting gesture. “Don’t answer that. I know you wouldn’t. Especially because I’d have to knee you if you did for speaking out of turn.”

Dale closed his mouth and let the pleasure wash over him. Hornyt’s hand was so slippery. The precum she had scooped up was acting as very effective lube, making her strokes glide expertly up and down his shaft. He was still wearing his beehive, like he had been for the past four years, but it was in condom mode, so instead of being a thick cage that blocked the sensation, Dale could feel everything, and it was edging him closer and closer to orgasm.

Suddenly the tip of his beehive started blinking bright red, and Dale knew what that meant. If the stroking continued it would push him over the edge. But as much as Dale wanted to believe that would end in him having the earth shattering orgasm he had been waiting four years for, he knew that all it would give him would be a horrible pain in his nut cords, as the beehive clamped down on him and shunted the orgasm painfully back inside of him.

Not wanting to risk talking, he raised his head and stared at Hornyt until she met his gaze. Without a word he darted his eyes back and forth between Hornyt’s eyes and his dick, hoping she would take the hint.

“Not yet,” Hornyt said.

She kept stroking, and the light started flashing faster. Dale asked himself why Hornyt was doing this. Did he break one of her rules? Was this some elaborate trick of his sentence meant to trick him into thinking he could earn his freedom only to thrust him into an endless wall of denied orgasms? Or was this just how Hornyt got her kicks? Dale’s eyes got more frantic.

“Not yet,” she said again.

Hornyt concentrated all of her energy on the head of Dale’s penis. She made a ring with her thumb and forefinger and twisted it around the ridge of his cock head. Dale was trembling with pleasure. Holding back as best as he could, knowing that if he gave into temptation he would be rewarded with hell. The beehive started beeping. Any second now it would clamp down.

“HORNYT PLEASE!” Dale begged, and his trembling was so pathetic Hornyt could’ve cum herself just from looking at him.

She gave the tip of his cock head a final flourish of a rub with her finger, and used the last of the precum to fully cover the tip of the beehive. Just when Dale was sure the beehive was about to clamp down on his boys, the flickering light turned solid green, and a feminine voice came out of the device: “SAMPLE COLLECTED. LOCATING CARRIER NOW.”

“There,” Hornyt said, taking her hand off of Dale’s cock. “Now that cock of yours can finally be of some use to the world.” The beehive started moving on its own. It jutted to the right, pulling Dale’s body in a new direction. “West huh? Guess they’d go anywhere but South.”

“What did you do to my cock?” Dale asked as he felt the beehive lightly nudging his cock forward and him with it.

“It’s one of the new features we installed into beehives.”

“New features? I’ve had this beehive for years. It’s an old model.”

“Your beehive is connected to the FemWeb via bluetooth. The update happened automatically a few months back. Was there a time when the beehive suddenly started zapping your balls for no reason for about three hours straight?”

Dale nodded, remembering that sleepless night. Remembering how confused and scared it made him feel to be so tortured when he wasn’t even touching himself.

“What you’re feeling is the beehive’s tracking system. Every man who has ever worn a beehive has their genetic material permanently stored in our police database.”

“Every man?” Dale swallowed.

“Well, every man who has ever leaked precum onto their beehive. So yes, every man. Disappearances are rare, but they do happen. So we updated the hives to be able to locate any man through their precum. We just needed a sample of Colin’s material and the hive does the rest.”

Dale looked at his cock angrily pointing to the west. “Why did you need me for this? Couldn’t you have just used Colin’s beehive?”

“Colin’s beehive is being returned to the woman who ordered to it put it on him in the first place. I couldn’t tell you why. It’s not my place to question. Either way, the beehive’s tracking system is useless without a dick to point with. Even a tiny dick such as yours.”

Dale was relieved. The beehive was pulling him forward, but not too hard, and not by his balls. He was sure Hornyt was going to hurt him with the beehive’s orgasm prevention system, but she hadn’t. And now he felt one step closer to getting revenge on that bitch Angie. He could put up with all the tiny dick jokes in the world to see her face justice. Oh who was he kidding? He didn’t care about justice: he wanted revenge. “Ok ma’am, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

“Lets,” Hornyt said. “But first,” and she back handed him viciously in the stitches on his left nut with a closed fist. His eyes bulged and he clenched his whole body around his balls. He didn’t fall over though, and he suspected Hornyt hit him precisely hard enough to hurt like hell without making him fall down, so as not to waste time. “That’s for trying to make me stop stroking you. You should be honored any girl is willing to touch your tiny caged dick. Now come on.”