Fempire Chapter One: I Now Pronounce You

            Colin stood at the altar, shifting his weight nervously between his feet. He could’ve sworn that his brown dress pants were too tight, and they probably were. These days fashion designers always made men’s clothes a size too small, if they even made men’s clothes, but his suit felt at least two sizes too small, especially in the crotch. Sure, Colin was sporting a fairly big half chub, but even so his pants shouldn’t be riding this high into his balls. The midline rode up high, right down the middle of his sack, so the outline of his balls was displayed clearly for the entire audience to see, and equally clear was the discomfort on his face. This was supposed to be the happiest day of Colin’s life, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to get it over with.
            Don’t get it twisted, Colin was madly in love with his soon to be bride, it was the wedding itself that was causing him distress. In the old days weddings were casual affairs where a bride and groom professed their love for each other and threw a big party together before embarking on a partnership together. The party still happened, and the love was still there, at least in Colin’s case, but nowadays marriage was not an equal partnership. You see, where Colin is from men and women are not considered equals. Quite the contrary, men are considered inferior to women, and are looked at as second-class citizens with minimal rights. That’s why Colin is in such a hurry to get married, because for him marriage means gaining rights. Not the right to vote or hold public office or receive the same pay as women, nothing that radical. Being married simply means that the woman around him won’t be able to take the same… liberties with his body as they currently could without permission from his wife. Of course, his wife will still be able to do whatever she wants to him, but if there was a woman on the planet he was ok with letting control him-
            “Colin,” the priestess got the groom’s attention with a quick flick to his testicle, you couldn’t even see her hand within the long flowing sleeves of her bright green robe. “Are you ready to begin?”
            “Ya, sorry, go ahead.”
            “Splendid,” The older woman smiled at Colin, he curly blonde hair flowing in the warm summer breeze. With another swish of her arm, the shimmering metal underside of her sleeve shifted and revealed the switchblade built into it. She looked Colin in the eyes as she held the blade between his legs. “Has your worm been good, Colin?”
            “Yes,” Colin stammered, “I’ve followed all the rules to the letter.” In order for a man to get state approval for marriage in the Fempire he had to go through a yearlong bureaucratic process to get state approval for a marriage license. This includes weekly community service at local sex education and self-defense classes, but most importantly it meant no ejaculating for a full year. Sure, men were not allowed to have ejaculatory sex out of wedlock anyway, though many women would still take advantage of their dicks and just not let the man finish, but engaged men weren’t even allowed to masturbate otherwise they would have to start all over again, after a punishment of course. And Colin had been good, all year he wouldn’t so much as touch his penis, not even to pee. Urinals were hard to find since the Fempire took over, but even when they were available Colin would pee sitting down just to avoid temptation. And with all the women in town constantly teasing and molesting him, especially after he got engaged, temptation was everywhere.
            “I believe you,” the priestess reassured, and then she cut a square shaped hole in Colin’s
pants, ruining them and showing his genitals to the whole audience: Colin had foolishly gone commando today, thinking his days of female abuse were behind him. “But since it is my duty as an appointee of the church, and since this is my last chance to play with you now that you’re an owned man, I’m going to have to check for myself. Colin just nodded and avoided eye contact as the priestess
took his swollen purple balls in her hands and fondled them roughly. Colin bit his lip and his she weighed them in her hand, digging into them with her sharp, metal tipped fingernails. “Wow they really are full,” the priestess smirked. It was amazing what degrading a man did to women. Even in her late fifties, the priestess looked giddy as a schoolgirl as she made the sperm churn in Colin’s deeply repressed scrotum. “You must be dying to get married so you can finally release all this pent-up frustration. Aren’t you?” she asked with a vicious squeeze.
            “Gah. Yes priestess. I just want to be married. I love Angie so much.” Even in this immense pain, Colin didn’t dare try to pull the priestesses hand away. Challenging the will of a woman, especially a priestess, would violate his engagement requirements, and he certainly didn’t want to anger a woman who had a blade so close to his balls.
            One fingernail at a time the priestess let go of Colin’s nuts, leaving them hanging outside
his pants for everyone to see. “Wonderful, let’s get started.” The pianist started playing “Here Comes the Bride,” and a very timid looking older man walked to the aisle with a beautiful young woman around his arm. Colin stared mesmerized as Angie walked down the aisle. Her barefeet looked some beautiful as they walked through the sand. The wind blew slightly and allowed Colin to catch a glimpse of Angie’s long legs through the slit in her white wedding dress. The tease knew exactly what she was doing as she walked at a painfully slow pace and her hips bounced side to side showing off her amazing ass. Colin’s mouth was almost dry when he looked up enough to see the deep cleavage Angie was sporting. She was everything he could hope for in a woman.
            When she got to the alter, Colin dutifully removed her veil and took in her beauty as her long wavy brown hair fell down to her shoulders. “You look beautiful honey.”
Angie looked down at his slowly engorging cock before looking up to him with his big brown eyes and said “you’re not so bad yourself,” smiling widely.
Colin gulped. Oh, how he longer for those lips. ‘Just a little bit longer,’ he said to himself, trying to keep his member down, a task that became more futile with every second.
“Angie,” the priestess said, “do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love and control for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.”
“Colin,” the priestess turned, “do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife. To please and obey, no matter what the request, no matter how painful or humiliating the task? As long as you both shall live?”
“I do.”
“Do you give her your genitals to pleasure herself with however she sees fit?”
“I do.”
“And do you give your testicles to her to control you with, however she sees fit, no matter how painful or unfair, as long as you both shall live?”
‘Here it comes,’ Colin braced himself. “I do.”
“Angie,” the priestess turned, “you may now kick the groom.”
“You ready?” Angie asked with a loving yet mischievous smirk.
Colin took a deep breath and nodded, “ya, I’m read-“
With all the glee a woman on her wedding day could possibly muster, Angie reeled back and let her foot fly hard into Colin’s bare balls, taking the wind right out of him. “Oh goddess,” Colin squeaked as he folded onto the ground and rolled around in the sand. Colin had naturally been busted by a lot of women in his life, but never by Angie, she always said she loved him too much to ever kick him before today, and now he realized that just because she didn’t kick him didn’t mean she couldn’t. This was the hardest kick he had ever felt in his life, and he could hardly believe it came from his beloved Angie.
Angie stifled a laugh and crouched down to her man. “Oh my, that was a bit hard wasn’t it? Are you okay?” she cooed, crooking her eyebrow. All Colin could do in answer was dry heave as his eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
The priestess gave Angie a look and said, “I guess he doesn’t want to finish the ceremony. What a shame.”
“Come on sweetie, get up.” Angie pushed her chest out, so her cleavage was a deep as it could possibly be and right in Colin’s face. “If you do, I promise to make you feel better.”
“Maybe he needs to wait another year,” the priestess commented.
At that Colin swallowed his pain and forced himself to his feet. “I’m up, I’m up. Please don’t make me start over.”
“Good boy,” the priestess said. “I’m going to miss playing with you, but now it is time for you to consummate the marriage.” The priestess points to a large white tent a few feet down the beach. “Angie has chosen this spot to consummate your marriage, I understand it’s where you proposed to her. Go in there and do whatever it is you like to do, just remember that you must make Angie orgasm before you do, or the marriage doesn’t count, and you’ll have to start over… after being punished by every woman in town of course. Once you are both finished, come back here and I will pronounce you man and wife.”
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Though the tent walls blocked any outsider from watching the couple at work, the fourth wall was left open, so they could see the ocean. There was a bed with white sheets in the tent, big enough for the couple to try just about anything they wanted. Angie and Colin looked at each other, nervous despite how much they loved each other.
“So, how do you want to do this?” Colin asked.
“I’m not sure,” Angie blushed. Despite knowing each other their whole lives, Colin had never seen Angie naked before, and as much as she loved him, and how superior to him she was always taught she was, the idea of revealing herself to a man was still intimidating. “Can we just sit here for a minute?”
“Sure. Take all the time you need, I can wait,” Colin lied.
The couple sat together on the bed, watching the sun set and the waves crash against the beach. Colin had to admit, Angie couldn’t have picked a better spot for them to become one. After a few minutes, Angie moved her hand to Colin’s penis and started touching it, causing him to flinch. “I’m sorry, do you mind? I just… touching it is helping me get comfortable.”
Colin could not say the same, as her touch filled his already pulsing cock with need and pushed him even closer to the edge of orgasm. “Go ahead baby, whatever you need.”
“You’re so sweet,” Angie smiled. She spent the next several minutes playing with his cock, lightly at first, then hard and fast. For someone who had never had sex, Angie sure knew her way around a penis. It took all the willpower Colin had to keep the cum inside him, but through it all he retained control. Angie could tell that she was making this tough for him, and it just made her love him more. She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and rubbed it around the ridge of his cockhead, waiting until she brought him right to the edge before stopping.
Colin was shaking and covered head to toe in sweat when Angie let go of his cock. She took his hand in hers and gently brought it under her dress and between her own legs. Colin still couldn’t see it, but for the first time in his life he was touching a woman’s clitoris, and it was soaking wet. “Touch me,” she commanded, and so he did.
            Channeling everything, he was ever taught about how to pleasure a woman, Colin rubbed two fingers against Angie’s clit. He pressed against it hard and rubbed in circles, sliding his hand down to the entrance of her vagina occasionally to get more moisture. It wasn’t long before Angie was panting hard, her boobs rising and falling heavily as she breathed. This was amazing, Angie had never felt this kind of pleasure before and she curled her toes in the sand as she moaned softly.
            She grabbed Colin’s hand and pulled it away, “get naked,” she commanded. Colin had forgotten that even though his cock was sticking out of the hole in his pants, he was still wearing his suit. He quickly pulled his brown jacket off and through it onto the ground. “No,” Angie said, as Colin moved to throw his tie off in a similarly haphazard fashion, “slowly.”
            Colin gripped the knot of his tie and, rather than pulling it over his head, he slowly pulled it down until the knot came undone on its own, then he pulled it to one side so it slid out his collar. Then he unbuttoned his white dress shirt one button at a time, fighting every impulse to just rip the damn thing off. Next came his pants, and even though he knew she could already see his penis, he made sure to leave his underwear on so that he could slowly pull them down last.
            Angie breathed slowly as she took in his naked body. Sure she had seen him naked before, all the men in this town had been forced to strip at one time or another, but this was exhilarating. She had him all to herself: she was ready to show him her body. “Unzip me.”
            Colin got behind her and slowly dragged the zipper down her back. Once he was done, Angie stood up and turned to face him. Slowly she wiggled out of her dress. To Colin’s surprise and joy, Angie had also decided to go commando. But before he could take her whole body in, Angie covered herself. One hand covered her boobs, the other covered her crotch. “You ready?” Angie said wryly. Her shyness was now gone, and she was bursting with confidence. All Colin could do was nod before his bride lowered her hands and gave him the best view of his life.
            Upon seeing her naked, Colin’s dick shot out a load of precum that hit Angie right in the stomach. “I’m so sorry,” Colin was mortified, and afraid he had just ruined his chance to get married.
Angie burst into laughter, “it’s okay. It’s just precum. No rules broken. Now are you ready?”
“Yes,” Colin said, finally calming down, “now more than ever.”
“Than what are you waiting for?” Angie teased as she turned around and bent over, presenting to him her full bare ass, “make me moan.”
Colin pulled his beautiful bride onto the bed, and she immediately got on all fours. He got behind her, found her vagina, and slammed his cock into her faster than he meant to.
“Ohhhhh” Angie moaned, not expecting such a powerful thrust so soon.
“Was that too much?” Colin asked.
“No,” Angie said, turned her head so he could see her steamy brown eyes, “keep going.”
Colin went on to push his cock along Angie’s canal. Back and forth. Back and forth. He was timid at first, but after a few thrusts he got into it, even playing with the speed. Angie, for her own part, did some experiment of her own, tightening and loosening her vagina to play with Colin’s throbbing cock. It made Colin shutter and shake, and semen started to creep up his urethra.
“Be careful babe,” Colin groaned, “you’re gonna make me cum.”
Rather than stopping, Angie moaned loudly at a particularly strong thrust and said “then you better make me cum first. I’m so close. I love you so much baby. AAAAGH.”
Not one to disappoint, Colin thrust even harder and started twisting his pelvis so that her hit her from different angles. That was all Angie needed. “Oh. OOOOOHHHHHHHH. I’m cumming!”
Colin thought he heard a commotion outside, but he ignored it. Now was finally the time. He was right on the edge of orgasm, and now he could finally let his yearlong buildup of cum go… or so he thought.
“There he is!” He heard a rough female voice bark from behind him. “Grab him.”
             And just like that, Colin felt several hands pull him off of and out of Angie and out of the tent. They pulled him out of the tent and threw him onto the ground. He saw all his wedding guests looking
over to him in surprise. He turned around to see standing over him three women all dressed in the yellow and black S&M uniforms of the Fempire’s royal police, complete with knee high black leather high-heeled boots, black miniskirts, and yellow tops showing all the cleavage in the world.
“Captain,” a short officer with blond hair said, “he’s about to cum.”
The captain, with her long black hair and aviator sunglasses, said coolly, “Then we’ll have to sting him.”
“What?” Colin protested. “No.”
“Hold him down,” the captain said. Each of the two junior officers grabbed an arm and a leg and held him on the ground in an X formation. The captain pulled a bubmblebee colored taser from her belt and turned it on. It made a loud buzzing sound that scared Colin to his very core. Unfortunately for him he could not break free from the grips of these two petite young women, and he was helpless to stop the captain as she tazed him right in his big bulging ballbag.
Colin screamed and screamed and screamed, but the captain did not relent until his still rock hard cock shrunk back to a flaccid state.
“HEY!” Angie yelled as she came out of the tent, still naked but no longer caring who sees. “Let go of my husband.”
“Did either of you cum?” the officer asked without emotion.
“We were about to before you showed up.” Angie snapped back.
“Then we got here just in time.” The captain pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Angie. “Angela Mound, Colin Pulse, your request for a marriage certificate has been denied. And Coli has been slated to be put in a beehive.”
“A BEEHIVE!” Colin cried.
The captain removed from her belt a small cylindrical beehive, roughly the size of a penis. “Keep him restrained.”
“No. No please. I didn’t do anything-“ Colin protested before being punched hard in the left nut by the captain.
“Shut up worm! And hold still.” Colin’s torso shook and he tried desperately to get out of this.
“You can’t do this to my man!” Angie said.
“I can, and I have to ma’am,” and the captain slid the beehive onto Colin’s penis. The inside of the hive felt sticky on Colin’s penis, like there was honey inside. Once it was fully on, the captain twisted the circle of the hive that covered the tip of Colin’s cock, and just like that things got a whole lot worse. Colin felt something at the base of his cock latch down from the beehive and he felt two distinct loops
circle his scrotum: one circled each of his testicle chords. Then, with a force greater than any squeeze he had ever felt, the hive clamped down hard on each of his nut chords, sending rippled of pain into his testicles.
Colin screamed and wretched louder than ever, in too much pain to even register how embarrassed he was to be abused like this in front of all of his friends and family. He rolled around on the sand, whimpering like a baby, trying desperately to pry the hive off his chords to no avail.
“Mission accomplished,” the captain said. “Let’s go girls.” The captain turned to leave and her junior officers followed her.
“Hey,” Angie yelled. “I’m not through with you. The fury of a woman seeing the love of her life humiliated mixed with the frustration of being denied orgasm when she was so close to completion left Angie angrier than she had ever been. “What could Colin have possibly done to deserve this? Answer me.
The captain got onto her black and yellow VESPA she had parked on beach. “I’m just following orders ma’am, if you have a problem take it up with the local police chief.” And before Angie could respond, the captain kicked her vespa into gear and peeled out, riding out of town with her junior officers, leaving a wave of sand behind her.
“You can’t do this.” Angie said in a voice so soft it could be mistaken for sorrow if you didn’t see the rage in her eyes. “This is my wedding day. My husband. Nobody is allowed to hurt him anymore. Nobody.”
“So tight,” Colin cried. “Can’t breathe.”
“Get up, Colin,” Angie barked, too angry to remember who she was angry at. “We have a chief to chafe.”