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SAFETY WARNING

Avoid walking through the neighbourhood after dark, the Female police officer said. There’s a Female Gang operating in the streets who attacks anyone with a penis (aka dick, willy, cock, shaft, pecker, phallus). The male victim is assaulted at gunpoint and gets locked up in a chastity device. Once Captain Cock is behind bars, the victim is free to go. He will, of course, try everything to remove the device. All his attempts will be unsuccessful, fruitless and in vain, because the chastity cage is made of a newly created material that is so hard that it cannot be cut. It can probably only be removed with the help of a demolition expert, but it’s not something I would advise anyone to do. It leaves such a mess.
Anyway, the nights of masturbating are over. Cage closed, one might say in a merry sort of way. However, the key to happiness, aka: the road to cock & sperm, can be obtained by paying a hefty sum of money to the gang. So, strictly speaking it’s not ransomware, but … well … hardware.
The policemen are still in the dark of what is going on. But they do know this: the members of this gang wear a special group-, gang-, membership pin, like this one here.
The attractive Police Officer proudly pointed at Her pin (in the shape of a chastity cage with a red dagger running through), on the lapel of Her shirt.

FEMDOM INTERROGATION

They have tortured you for three days. Three long days in which you did not get much sleep, in which you had to eat your meals off the floor and had to beg for a few sheets of toilet paper. They wanted you to confess that you were a member of an anti-Femdom gang and demanded the names of your accomplices. They yelled at you, slapped, kicked and whipped you. They pulled a bag over your head, attached electrodes to your testicles and pushed your head under water until you almost drowned. And now, as fast and unexpected as lightning on a cloudless day, now you’ve reached breaking point. You can’t take it anymore. But you don’t just break; you collapse like a house of cards. The words are flowing from your mouth, unstoppable, like a raging river. Because the more you talk, the sooner all this is over. That’s what you’re thinking, right?
But that’s not how it works, son. These Women are not going to stop because you have had enough. They delight in making you suffer. So your willingness to cooperate is not the end of your suffering, it’s merely the beginning. You haven’t seen anything yet and in the next couple of days you are going to confess to the most absurd accusations. Why? Because they want you behind bars, their bars, for as long as possible. Believe me, you’re here to stay for a long time.

A KNOCK ON THE DOOR

Women loitering around in the area??
Yes sir, Detective Chief Inspector Kickz said. Armed and dangerous Women. They’ll knock on the door and talk their way into the house. A gas safety check, a visit from the Waste Education Team, a carbon monoxide emergency, you get the picture. Once inside, one of them pulls out a gun and holds the victim at gunpoint. The other one ties him up and gags him with a worn panty.
Wow, he said with a fast growing dick, that sounds aweso- … sorry, sorry, I mean awful.
Sir! This is not a laughing matter, Detective Sergeant Slep snapped.
I know, I know, I’m sor-
We would like to come inside for a minute, DCI Kickz said, pushing him aside.
Ho! He screamed. What are you doing? Come back here! 
He hurried into the living room and came face to face with the barrel of a gun.
You gotta be kidding me, he said flabbergasted.
“They will talk their way into the house”… DCI Kickz grinned.
Well, well, what do we have here …
DS Slep pointed at the desktop picture of a Woman sitting on a man’s face.
It’s my brother’s computer, he quickly said.
DCI Kickz laughed and pointed at the bulge in his pants: Is that your brother’s as well?
They zip-tied him, forced a panty into his mouth and robbed him blind. They took their time, left with the loot and came back for more. Thrice.
Throughout the ordeal his cock remained rock solid.