Fempire Chapter Two: If You Can't Do the Time

            “He really said that?” Police Chief Mackenzie asked her mom over the phone. “No way, what
did you do to him?” Her modest breasts bounced in her coconut bra as she laughed. One of the nice things about being part of the Bee Police for the Fempire was that, so long as you followed the basic rules of the Fempire, you could basically run your precinct any way you want. This includes picking
uniforms: as long as they were black and yellow each precinct could design their uniforms anyway they wanted. Police Chief Mackenzie went with coconut bras and grass skirts: what better uniform for this quiet beach community?
            “Ya, I’ll bet that shut him up. Hang on I’m getting another call.” Mackenzie pressed the
button on her old corded landline and switched to the other caller. ‘We need updated equipment,’ she thought to herself.
            “Hello, Chief? This is Todd from the complaints desk. We’ve got an unsatisfied citizen down here who wants to speak to you right away.”
            “Take care of it,” Mackenzie dismissed with an annoyed tone. “I’m dealing with something much more important.”
            “But-“ before Todd could say anymore, the chief had switched back to her other conversation.
            “So what did he do next mom? Me. He told you to call me? He should’ve known I would take your side. Slap lefty once for thinking I’d save him.” There was a knock on the door. Mackenzie blew her short blonde hair out of her freckled face and said, “come in.”
            Aolini, a young recruit who filled her coconut bra better than anyone on the force came into the room. “we’re out of screws.”
            “I always keep some in my desk. Who is this for?” Mackenzie asks.
            “This is for Manfred in cell two.” Aolini answered.
            “The guy who left Mrs. Rodriguez hanging on the edge of orgasm when ordered to eat her out?”
            “Ya, that’s him.”
            “I’ve got a better idea,” Mackenzie said, and she pulled a thick rope with a tiny noose at the end out of her desk and tossed it to Aolini. “Here, throw this over the ceiling beam in his cell and see how Manny likes being left hanging.”
            “Great idea, chief.” Aolini turned around, flipping her thick curly black hair back over her shoulders as she left.
            The phone rang again, and Mackenzie switched lines again. “Hello?”
            “Ma’am this woman really wants to speak to you. She says it’s absolutely urgent.” Todd said, some slight strain in his voice.
            “What’s the matter?” Mackenzie pouted, “can’t handle a little disgruntled citizen without crying to mommy?”
            “But ma’am she’s really being quite persistent-“ Mackenzie hung up again.
            “Sorry about that mom, it’s so hard to get good help nowadays. How’s my husband doing? Still on the floor? Keep kicking him until he gets up and gets back to cleaning the dishes. Yes, in the balls. Where else?” The chief groans as her phone rings again. “WHAT?” she snaps into the line.
            “Please madame police chief sir ma’am. Please come down her now. AAAGH. It’s really important. You’re needed right away. Please or goddess of all that is sweet and merciful come down here.” Todd coughed.
            “Oh alright you big baby, but you’re going to pay for this later.” Mackenzie compromised.
            “Thank-“ Mackenzie hung up on him.
            “I’ve gotta go mom, I’ll see you at dinner. Give Robbie one more good kick for me.”
 
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            “She’ll be right down miss.” Todd said as he felt another surge of trauma in his balls. “Please just be patient. Ow” he squawked as his nut felt more pain. “Please stop!” He cried. Todd was standing in the Complaints Window of the Sun Spot Police Department. His upper body could be seen by visiting citizens through the bullet proof glass partition that only had a few holes for communication. But from the waist down, Todd was trapped in place in a harness that kept him standing through the long shifts. It also kept him firmly in his place with the unglorious hole at the bottom. You see, in the Fempire complaints aren’t common, so when they happen people get angry, and need a way to take out their anger while venting their complaints. So the Fempire came up with a perfect way to do that: make sure every precinct had a complaints department run by a man, and shove that mans balls through a small hole that they could not get out of on their own, not without the chief unlocking them. This kept the complaints receptionist’s bare balls out and on display for any unsatisfied citizen to take out their anger on while waiting for their problem to be addressed. And man did Angie have a lot of anger to let out.
            Still looking F-I-N-E fine in her wedding dress, Angie slammed her fist into Todd’s nuts again, being sure to trap them against the hard wooden wall of the complaints desk as she did to harden the impact. “Oh now shes coming?” Angie asked, punching him again. “A minute ago you said she was too busy,” PUNCH. “That I had to deal with you,” PUNCH. “It seems the more I punch you in the balls the more attention gets paid to our problem. So I’m just going to keep on hitting you until someone helps me,” she slaps his nuts with an open hand. “How’s that sound?” she back hands him with the same hand.
            “She’s coming now, miss,” Todd pleaded before receiving another sharp knuckle to his left nut. “I swear,” PUNCH. “She’ll get here when she gets here,” punch, “AAAACK that one stung. Hurting me won’t make the chief come any faster.”
            “Did you just talk to me about cumming?” Angie asked. Did you hear that Colin? He just told us about cumming” she turned to her fiancé on the floor.
            “Who said that?” Colin muttered, “all I see are spots.” Colin was lying on the ground, his hands still cupped over his balls. He had given up on removing the vice grip the hive had on his chords and now was just trying desperately to nurse his balls, to reduce the pain. Obviously, his attempts were futile.
            “We were about to cum before you people showed up. Now we can’t. Do you know how it feels to be pulled back right as your about to cum with the person you love?” Angie growled.
            “Well I know a thing about being edged and denied.” Todd answered truthfully.
            “Not enough!” Angie responded, punctuating her comment with a hard knee that slammed his balls into the wood, punishing them from above and below. “Look at my fiancé. Not only did they steal his well-deserved cum, and I’ve been helping him save up all year, trust me it is well deserved, but they locked his cock up so he can’t even service me with it. What kind of pro-woman government takes away a woman’s best fucking friend for no reason.”
            “I… I’m sure there must be some reason for this, ma’am.” Todd said, trying to save himself.
            “Well until I know that reason you’re going to suffer as much as my man.” And with that Angie released a flurry of rapid punches directly into Todd’s unprotected balls. Left hook, right hook, left hook, right hook, uppercut. Over and over again from every angle she could think of, Angie let out her endless reserve of frustration on Todd and he screamed to high heaven in octaves Angie wasn’t even sure she could hit.
            “Does this really help miss?” Todd cried.
            “Doesn’t hurt.” Angie said, not stopping her attacks.
            “Wow I’ve never seen someone let Todd have it like that,” Mackenzie said as she emerged from the back room. Angie stopped and turned to see the person she was waiting for. “No, no. Please, don’t stop on my account. Todd here is a thief. A criminal repaying his debt to society. Isn’t that right Todd?”
            “I’m gonna puke.” Todd answered dizzily.
            “Nobody is cleaning your desk for you if you do.” Mackenzie casually responded.
            “Stop messing around,” Angie said to the police chief. “Why you did this to my fiancé?”
            Mackenzie finally turned her attention to Colin, who she had been ignoring like she did all men who need help. She walked over to him and looked down on him clutching his crotch. She casually kicked his hands away so she could see his groin and covered her mouth in surprise, stifling a laugh. “Oh wow, this is the most advanced beehive I’ve ever seen,” Mackenzie said, noting the three red gems ingrained into the hive going up his shaft, and the angry looking black stinger sticking out of the tip. “Who put this on you?”
            “You did!” Angie yelled. “You lousy cops did this to him on our freaking wedding day, and you didn’t tell us why.”
            “Huh?” Mackenzie said, “wasn’t one of mine. I would’ve heard about it. Man those suckers are being squeezed. They’re turning black. How long as he been like this?”
            “How should I know?” Angie snapped, “30 minutes? Maybe more.”
            “Well if the beehive keeps squeezing like this for an hour his balls are gonna die. Remarkable device the beehive is.”
            “Well take it off!” Angie yelled, clamping her hand down on Todd’s balls as she did. “We didn’t do anything!”
            “GAAAAHHHHH” Todd screamed before vomiting a huge stream of partially digested food into the glass window in front of him.
            “Ahahahahahahahah,” Mackenzie laughed, “oh man that’s good stuff. I can’t take  it off without more information, but I can do this.” Mackenzie twisted the head of Colin’s penis, rotating the top section of the beehive slightly. Colin exhaled loudly, and the beehive let go of his ball chords. The hive was still firmly attached to his genitals, but it was no longer squeezing the life out of him.
            “Colin!” Angie let go of Todd’s balls, leaving fingernail marks in his scrotum, and got down on the dirty precinct floor, in her beautiful wedding dress, to console her fiancé. She took his head in her hand and rubbed his back to make him feel better, all the while giving him a front row seat to her glorious cleavage, something that just reminded him of his need filled ballsac.
            Mackenzie headed towards the back door, her grass skirt swaying as she turned. “Step into my office.”