A DAY AT THE CLINIC—SALT LAKE CITY

By Scarlet

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations, (c, nc, MF, FF) and sexual violence.  It is to be read by adults only.  If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
Credits:  This story is based on a story idea suggested by The Sexecutor.  The Scarlet Witch, Wasp, Henry Pym, Tony Stark, and Pepper Potts are Trademarked characters (Marvel Enterprises) used in this not-for-profit fan-fiction; no Trademark infringement is intended. The Authenticock Real-Cock Dildo factory concept, and the methodologies used to acquire the necessary raw materials for the construction of the dildos described in this story are loosely based on a series of stories by Byron. NOTE: Click on images to enlarge to full size.

Chapter 1. Start Up Day

            It was a hot summer day in Salt Lake City when Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch of the mighty Avengers, strolled into treatment room F1, one of a half dozen such rooms temporarily housed in the large warehouse.  “Are you ready for your big debut, Wanda?” Dr. Carla Cummings, who had been sorting through instrument trays, asked softly with a smile on her face but concern in her sparkling green eyes as she looked up at the stunningly beautiful superheroine.  The 5-foot-7-inch-tall 130-pound Avenger with long auburn hair and gold-flecked blue eyes had elected to wear her crimson ‘gypsy witch’ costume, which barely covered the 21-year-old’s huge perfect-shaped D-cups and left her midriff bare.  Even more intimidating was the loincloth that hardly covered the obviously panty-less vulva beneath it.  As the young mutant casually removed her long crimson cloak and hung it on the room’s coat rack, Carla continued with, “You look a little tired.  You didn’t let concern over today’s activities keep you awake last night, did you?”  Carla grinned as she took in the long crimson gloves, calf-high crimson pirate boots, and double-peaked tiara that completed the athletic girl’s ensemble.  Given a whip, Wanda could easily be taken for a dominatrix!

            “No, no, I’m fine and eager to get started, Carla!” Wanda proclaimed with an assuring look on her face as she smiled sheepishly at the 5-foot-1-inch-tall 98-pound blonde with shoulder length hair dressed in the sexiest nurse’s outfit she’d ever seen.  The outfit made the lovely 35-year-old doctor’s perfect B-cups look large on her fit, petite frame.  “If I’m tired, it’s due to all those strolls down the catwalk I took last night.  They couldn’t get enough of me at the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ fashion show Janet booked for us in concert with scheduling the rollout of the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’.  Who’d have thought that this clinic’s start up would be in Utah?”    

            “Let’s face it, Wanda,” Carla chirped with a wicked grin on her impish face, “with the unique services we’re offering, business would come to us wherever we are.  The only reason we’re a traveling clinic is that Janet thought the gimmick was needed to sell the Board of Directors on funding us.”  Janet, of course, was Janet Van Dyne, CEO of Van Dyne Enterprises and the superheroine known as the Wasp, a founding member of the Avengers.

            “Well, for some of our potential customers traveling costs could prevent their being able to afford our services.” Wanda replied with a giggle.  “We charge a pretty hefty fee for treatment…unless our clients are willing to trade for a price reduction.  Besides, the real reason we’re launching the clinic in Salt Lake City is the new repeat sex offender law the Utah Legislature passed last year, and the fact that Janet talked the Governor out of some of his budget surplus to implement the penalties prescribed by that new law.”

            Wanda Maximoff smiled as she thought of all the hoops she and Janet had been required to jump through to make this day happen.  First, Van Dyne Enterprises’ lobbyists had managed to get national legislation sponsored and passed that made the severe body modification Wanda’s clinic was offering legal to be carried out on consenting adults outside of a medical practice.  Then, Janet had convinced the Van Dyne Enterprises Board of Directors to put up the rather significant start-up costs for the clinic; it had been a hard sell—not everyone was convinced that the line of ‘Secretly Scarlet’ clothing accessories and sex toys, which would be produced as a result of Wanda’s clinic’s services, would be in as much demand as Janet had insisted they would be.  In the end, the Board had given the go ahead, but with the stipulation that, to reduce corporation liability, a licensed physician be present during all treatments in case complications with a procedure arose that required medical treatment.  Finally, Wanda had met Dr. Cummings and talked her into taking the job as clinic physician—Carla seemed very excited to observe the body modifications, as well as the sexual ministrations that many of the procedures required, but wasn’t willing to perform either function herself.

            “Well, as we’re beginning the day in F1, I presume I won’t earn the title of castratrix right off the bat!” Wanda chortled gleefully as she grinned at the nervous blonde and nodded to the gynecological examination chair near the far wall.  “Are we starting with breasts, clitoris, or the works?”

Chapter 2. Vashda

            “The first client is a Sunni Muslim who wants his daughter to undergo full circumcision…type IIb,” Carla replied softly as she shrugged her shoulders and bit her lower lip.

            “Type IIb genital mutilation!” Wanda grumbled with a frown on her face.  “Labioplasty plus clitoridectomy including removal of the clitoral hood.  That sucks!  However, we’re not here to judge…lest we be judged.  At least he didn’t ask for infibulation, so I won’t have to sew the vulva closed at the end of the procedure.”

            Carla nodded nervously before adding, “He paid the full price for your services, Wanda…five thousand dollars…in cash, so there might not be any added value to be collected as part of your first treatment.”

            Wanda giggled softly as she replied, “I guess one shouldn’t expect work to be all fun and games.  Still, we’ll see what else we can talk them out of when we have them sign the consent forms.  Call the receptionist at the front desk and have the orderly, John, escort father and daughter to this room with consent forms and the girl’s identification in hand.  I want some muscle around while I make sure the father understands and will comply with our standard procedures.  Have your nurse join us in ten minutes.  Let’s get the day started off with a bang!”

            “Vashda, I see that you’re eighteen years old, so you can legally consent to the proposed procedure,” Wanda Maximoff said slowly in a calm voice as she smiled assuredly at the young Arabic woman dressed in her culture’s traditional clothing sitting beside her father on the guest chairs, and handed back her passport.  It was hard to read the girl’s disposition towards what was about to happen to her with her lower face covered with the hijab’s veil.  “Tell me, before I have you sign the consent forms, why do you want this type of procedure…full circumcision…removal of the clitoris, clitoral hood, and labia minor…performed on you today?”

            “Her sister has caught her fingering herself at night,” the Arabic man, Raoul Hussein, dressed in a western suit interjected with a look of disgust on his face as he glared at his daughter.  “Circumcision will put an end to these disgusting carnal needs that have driven my daughter to wickedness.  Her husband to be, who has just accepted my dowry, and I agree that she must have the organs of temptation excised so that she will worry only about her husband’s needs and her duties as a wife.”

            “I’m sorry, Mr. Hussein, but my question is for Vashda to answer,” Wanda replied as professionally as possible considering the irritation the interruption brought her.  “Only Vashda can give consent for this procedure, and I must be certain it is her wish, and hers alone, that this be done.  I also need to make sure she knows exactly what I am going to do to her if she undergoes the procedure, and what it will mean for her future.”

            “I am fully aware of what circumcision as practiced by my people entails, Scarlet Witch,” Vashda giggled softly with laughter in her gleaming brown eyes.  “I have talked to…even seen the privates of…many girls who have been circumcised in this way.  I know that I will no longer be able to feel the glow of orgasm…at my hand…or any others.  I was silly to take selfish pleasure.  I will not do so ever again.  Besides, in my culture the wishes of a father, not to mention a husband, are of paramount importance compared to the needs of a daughter or wife.  My consent for you to cut me is given without reservation.  Let me have the form.”

            “You are aware that you will be given nothing for the pain…which will likely be extreme…at least until the procedure is finished?” Wanda asked softly as she took three forms from the tall, handsome, muscular orderly.  “I believe pain should be part of the price paid for the removal of sex organs or appendages.  That way I know my clients are not coming to me as part of a thoughtless whim.” 

            “I would feel no less pain if we were forced to return to my homeland to get this done, Scarlet Witch,” Vashda replied softly in a quivering voice, before gently shaking her head while her eyes laughed.  “Old women in village huts have no access to effective anesthetics…or drugs that will reduce the chance of infection.  Besides, I read in your brochure that my pleasure button will be pulled from its place of hiding with modern equipment, and not tweezers or small pliers.  I read something else that I will not say in my father’s presence.  May I sign the form now?” 

            “Yes of course, Vashda,” Wanda agreed with a subtle smile on her face, fully understanding what the girl wasn’t willing to say in front of her father.  She looked forward to the beginning of this new career.  As she passed the girl the first form, she explained, “Your signature on the line flagged with the yellow sticky tape gives permission for the alterations to your vulva…including female castration.”  Wanda watched as the Arabic girl swallowed hard, nodded, and signed the form before returning it to her. 

“This form, the signing of which is mandatory for us to continue, gives us permission to use the organs or appendages we remove during any part of your treatment here as we see fit…even for profit and with your name associated with it,” Wanda continued as she deftly let her front loincloth twist to almost expose her naked vulva to the Arabic male as he and his daughter sat to the side of her chair.  She watched his eyes dart downward from her bosom, and noticed the front of his suit pants tent.  Vashda took the second form, glanced sideways to see her father look quickly up from the Avenger’s hips and nod, and quickly signed it before passing it back to the scantily clad Avenger. 

“Finally, this form gives permission for the removal of your breasts, and also stipulates that half of the fee your father paid for the alteration of your vulva will be returned to him,” Wanda announced as she held the third form out towards the girl, enjoying the combination of surprise, concern, and curiosity that flooded into the Arabic girl’s eyes.  The young Avenger stifled the smile of satisfaction that tried to form on her own face as the Arabic male’s trouser tent grew markedly more pronounced.

“NO!” the father barked as Vashda shakily reached out to take the third form.  “The man who has accepted my dowry for marrying Vashda will want his wife to be able to provide breast milk to his children.  I forbid you from agreeing to that procedure, daughter.  Not even if this witch offers all of our money back…and to do her work for free.”  He looked relieved as his daughter nodded and pulled her hand back from the third release form.

“Very well, Mr. Hussein, I withdraw my offer to Vashda to provide the debreasting procedure,” Wanda softly announced, stifling a chuckle in the process.  “Five thousand dollars is a lot of money, unless you are a very rich man, Mr. Hussein.  I’m sure you read through the male procedures we offer here while in the waiting room.  Perhaps you would allow me to perform one or more of those procedures on you, to get half or all of your money returned, depending on the degree of alteration you decide to accept?”  Wanda joined the orderly in chuckling while Vashda and Carla stifled giggles as they watched the Arabic man attempt to choke out a reply as he shook his head negatively.  Wanda made a point of staring directly at the wet spot that had formed at the peak of the trouser tent as she added, “Go ahead and think about it while I perform the vulva alteration on Vashda, Mr. Hussein.  John, will you escort Mr. Hussein back to the waiting room?  Vashda will be out soon, Mr. Hussein.”

“No, I must stay and watch!” the Arabic male hissed excitedly, finally starting to recover his composure.  “I must see that you have fully removed all of the organs of temptation before we leave this treatment room!”

“It is not allowed for a non-spousal family member of the opposite sex to watch the body modifications, Mr. Hussein,” Wanda replied firmly with a faux frown on her face.  “I’ll tell you what we can do, though.  John will escort you back to this treatment room when I’ve finished altering Vashda’s vulva, and you can inspect my work.  Then, as I suture the sliced labia minora and while Dr. Cummings cleans and applies anesthetic to the wounds with you and John watching, you can decide whether you’re willing to undergo modification yourself.  Five thousand dollars IS a lot of money.  When I finish with Vashda, I’ll make you an offer I hope you can’t refuse.  I think you just might sign two or three consent forms yourself.”  Wanda grinned her sexiest grin as she let her forward loincloth twist even further to give the Arabic male a peak at her hairless vulva, before ordering, “John, escort Mr. Hussein to the waiting room until we’re ready for his inspection…and whatever happens thereafter.  Bring the three consent forms I hope Mr. Hussein will need with you when you return.  Send the nurse in ASAP.  Carla and I will need Liz in here to get the needle and surgical thread ready to close the labial wounds.”

Wanda grinned as a suddenly thoughtful Mr. Hussein was led away by the handsome orderly, both men sporting obvious erections, before turning back to Vashda and instructing in a soft calm voice, “Go ahead and undress, honey.  We’ll need you nude before we can go to work on you.  We’ll get this done and over with as quickly as we can, and then get you some help with the pain you’re going to be feeling.  Are you frightened, Vashda?”

“Yes, Scarlet Witch,” Vashda admitted with obvious sincerity.  “The butterflies in my belly are buzzing very badly.  Some of my girlfriends have told me of the agony that accompanies circumcision…especially when the love button is excised.  However, I know you to be a superheroine, and therefore I know you will cause me as little pain as possible.  It is too bad that my father would not let you have my breasts, no?  I do not look forward to suckling babies!”

“Yes, too bad indeed, Vashda,” Wanda giggled as she watched the girl begin to strip, “for I’m guessing your breast skins would make really fine makeup bags.  Still, don’t fret!  I’ve heard suckling babies can be a very rewarding experience, and I may talk your father into giving me a coin purse or more.”  As Vashda laughed nervously, Wanda and Carla began assembling the needed equipment.

              “You’re a lovely girl, Vashda,” Wanda observed softly as she palmed the thin Semitic girl’s swooping C-cups, one in each hand.  “That nice, wide, smiling mouth goes well with those sparkling brown eyes on your lovely face, and your body with its flawless skin is well-toned and curvy in all the right places.  I’m glad you and your father chose to keep these luscious C-cups, which my duties to my corporate sponsor dictate I try to talk you out of, right here on your pretty chest.  Given this masterpiece I’ve been given to work on, I promise I’ll try to leave that sexy vulva of yours even more beautiful than it is now.”  Wanda’s smile broadened as she noted Vashda had followed the instructions that had been given to her father when he had made her appointment for treatment, and had shaved her pubic mound. 

            Vashda blushed badly at the praise the exotically beautiful, world-renowned superheroine was heaping upon her, before admitting, “Thank you for the kindness you show me, Scarlet Witch, but I must tell you…I am most uncomfortable to be standing unclothed before strangers…even though there are no men in the room.  The butterflies in my belly are buzzing around badly now, as I contemplate what must now be done.  Perhaps it would be best to get started…so that my circumcision is behind me.  Besides, my father will be nervously pacing in the waiting room.  Although you may not understand why he wishes me to do this thing that will bring me much pain, I will tell you he loves me very much, and already will be nearly sick with worry.”

“Yes, I’m sure he does love you and is worrying very much, Vashda,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a smile of encouragement.  “Why don’t you go ahead and take a seat in the gynecological examination chair that has been specially modified for our purposes.  Just fit your feet in the stirrups, and Liz, now finished preparing the suturing needle and thread, will strap you down so that you won’t be able to buck and squirm too much while I am performing the procedure on you. We wouldn’t want me to hurt you accidentally, would we?”

“Not accidentally, Scarlet Witch,” Vashda chided softly with a wicked grin on her face, and then quickly climbed onto the chair.  She watched with intense curiosity as the famed Avenger and the pretty doctor began assembling objects on a small tray table, including several bottles of liquid; a number of cotton swabs and cue tips; an eyedropper; a scalpel; a small penis-shaped vibrator; a small silver tray; a six-inch-long, three-quarter-inch diameter, transparent tube with a small opening in a metal diaphragm at one end, many black rubber rings inside it, and a sliding rectangular button switch on the outside; and a rectangular machine with knobs and buttons on top and two pairs of metal arms with vertical wedges at their ends.  The Semitic girl was so intrigued with the strange devices the Scarlet Witch was fiddling with that she hardly noticed the restraints being placed around her shins, thighs, wrists, arms, neck, and waist by a buxom, but obviously fit, almond-eyed Oriental girl with long black hair dressed in a nurse’s outfit that was identical to the one worn by the doctor.

“Thank you, Liz,” Wanda Maximoff chirped as she looked up from the tray table to see that Vashda was fully secured in the gynecological examination chair.  “You can leave Vashda’s arms as they are, but please move the leg supports into the fully spread position.  I’m going to need plenty of room when we go to work between her pretty legs.”  Wanda gave Vashda, who was blushing badly, a reassuring smile as Liz used a control panel on the back of the chair to widen the leg supports.

“Perfect!” Wanda announced as Liz stepped away from the back of the chair.  “Now I can fit the labia snipper onto its support bracket beneath Vashda’s seat.”  As the scantily clad mutant pulled the rectangular machine with metal arms from the tray table and stepped between the Semitic girl’s wide-spread legs, she added, “Vashda, you’re going to need to stop worrying about modesty for the next little while.  Not only am I going to need to get a good look at and touch your privates, but your father and John will be examining your altered vulva when I’m done.  You heard me tell your father that earlier, didn’t you, Vashda?”

“Yes, Scarlet Witch,” Vashda replied in a quivering voice as she watched the auburn-haired girl pull a support arm up from under the chair and begin screwing a large threaded rod at arm’s end into a hole in the bottom of the rectangular part of the machine, “although I didn’t understand why my father didn’t protest the male attendant’s presence.  Can’t he wait outside until I’m wearing my hijab again?” 

“No, I’m sorry, he can’t,” Wanda replied softly as she plugged a power cord at the end of the support arm into the machine and flipped a switch to turn it on.  “Firstly, John needs to be in the room with us in case your father gets upset with what has been done to you.  Secondly, our work contracts require us to let our employees witness the procedures we perform here today…or at least the results there of…whenever possible…something we made your father aware of when he made your appointment for you.”  Wanda didn’t feel the need to add that that particular clause in the temporary employees’ contracts was seen by the employees’ as bonus that made their modest salary for the day more acceptable.  There were other reasons for that particular clause being in the contracts, but Wanda would be careful not to unveil those reasons until the time to do so was right.    

“Now, try to relax while I use the control knobs to position the arms on this device,” Wanda chirped softly as she watched Vashda shiver at the realization that her modesty would be compromised at the end of the procedure.  “You’ll feel cold steel on your vulva shortly as I extend the arms toward you.  Don’t worry, you won’t be cut.  The wedges at the ends of the arms aren’t much sharper than a butter knife.” 

The buxom Avenger concentrated as the bottoms of the inner wedges were pushed firmly inward into Vashda’s sexual cavity until they approached the openings of the greater vestibular glands on either side of the bulbous tissue that housed the urethral and vaginal openings.  The shallower outer wedge-shaped snipper blades were pushed firmly into the bottom of the furrows between the labia majora and the outer bases of the labia minora.  The blades extended from the frenulum clitoris, just short of the clitoral cavity, at the front of the vulva to the frenulum labiorum pundendi at the back of the vulva.  The wedge-shaped snipper blades curved slightly towards the sexual cavity at their lower ends, and the edges of the inner blades actually folded outward and backward to form shallow Vs.

“What we’re going to do with your labia minora is very similar to the central wedge resection technique used in traditional labioplasty, Vashda,” the Scarlet Witch announced softly and calmly as the wedges were finally in the correct position, and she began twisting knobs to get the inner, v-hooked wedge blades to press firmly outward and backward toward the inward slanted outer blade edges between the labia minora and labia majora. 

“Starting to feel the pinch, are you?” Wanda quipped softly as Vashda began to moan softly.  “Don’t worry!  You won’t be cut by the blades as I get them properly positioned so that I can cock the severing mechanism.  Once I load the powerful springs in the machine and hit the trigger button, the two pairs of wedge-shaped metal will snap firmly together to pinch through the full thickness of tissue along the thickest portion of the basal labia minora…allowing us to remove your inner lips as two ‘wedges’ of flesh.  However, I won’t hit the trigger button until I’ve extracted your clitoris.  That means we have to get your love button ready for its beheading.  Do you know how we’re going to do that, Vashda?” 

“You are going to use that transparent tube to stretch my sexual center out of its fleshy burrow, aren’t you, Scarlet Witch?” Vashda queried softly in a quivering voice, but with laughter in her gleaming brown eyes.  “That is one of the things I read in your brochures…as I told you earlier.”

“Indeed, I am going to use the declitting tube on you now, Vashda,” Wanda Maximoff acknowledged with a giggle as she turned and plucked the insidious clitoridectomy tool off of the tray table.  “However, don’t let what I’m about to do worry you at all.  I can tell you from firsthand experience that having your clitoris stretched doesn’t hurt at all…although it feels very strange and can become uncomfortable at stretching’s end.  Now the beheading afterwards….  But let’s not worry about that just now.  Tell me, what else did you read in our brochure…that you didn’t want to talk about while your father was in the room?”

Vashda blushed badly—at the prospect of answering the famous superheroine’s question—rather than the gentle rubbing the Scarlet Witch was giving her clitoral glans with her left middle finger while she held the six-inch-long, three-quarter-inch diameter, transparent tube over her hairless vulva with her right hand.  The Semitic girl moaned softly before whispering in a quivering voice, “I read…the patient is…brought to climax…before the body modification…is initiated.  Are you…fingering me…to climax…now, Scarlet Witch?”

“No, not yet, Vashda,” Wanda Maximoff chirped softly as she gently rubbed circles around the fleshy nub that was the Semitic girl’s condemned sexual center.  “I’m just trying to get your clitoral glans engorged with blood so that the declitting tube will be able to grab hold of it….  OH!  I bet you’ve never seen one of these clitoridectomy tools before.  What say I give you a proper look at this insidious little machine before I go back to work on your doomed love button?”

Wanda chuckled as Vashda swallowed hard and nodded, before thrusting the tube in front of the Semitic girl’s face so she could see it clearly.  Wanda pointed towards the small opening at the bottom of the tube and explained, “The lower ring-shaped disk that forms the open base of this tube is actually a contractible metal diaphragm having complicated equipment on its inner surface.  It’s detachable.  The many closely spaced black, doughnut-like tori that you see in the tube are sticky, rubber diaphragms that are connected with complicated mechanical mechanisms.  These mechanisms cause the diaphragms, beginning with the torus near the very tip of the tube, to contract, retract a short distance toward the back of the tube, hold, expand, push back to their original position, and then repeat the sequence.  When I slide the button on the barrel of the tube into its ‘on’ position, the tori will begin a little dance that will cause a girl’s clitoris to be dragged out of its burrow.”

Wanda Maximoff grinned as she slid the control button into the on position, resulting in a low whirring sound as the black rubber tori began their mechanical dance, and chirped, “Notice how the rubber torus nearest the tip of the tube moved first…contracting, retracting, and then holding…and that the next torus began its sequence of contracting, retracting, and then holding…BEFORE the first torus expanded and pushed forward into its original position to repeat its sequence.  And also notice that this coordinated sequence continues torus by torus further into the tube, each torus designed to function with the torus in front of it.  It’s a mesmerizing dance isn’t it?  Not to mention efficient.  Much better than tweezers or small pliers, no?”

“Yes, of course, Scarlet Witch,” Vashda replied with eerie calmness.  “Each torus will grab my clitoral shaft and pass it to the next torus up the tube before moving forward to grab lower on my sex organ and pull again while the next torus up the tube pulls as well.  How does it know when to stop?  It would be a shame to rip my organ out of its cavity before the lasers on the inner surface of the basal disk, after that diaphragm contracts, can behead my organ of temptation!  Or are you going to execute my love button yourself, with surgical scissors?”

“My, you have been reading brochures and giving this procedure some thought, haven’t you, Vashda?” Wanda Maximoff observed jovially as she pulled the declitting tube back from the Semitic girl’s face to let it again hover over her vulva.  “The tube is equipped with powerful microcomputers and sensors that carefully calculate the tensile strength of any clitoris entering the barrel of the device, as well as the exact amount of tension the lower rubber diaphragm can exert on the organ to get the maximum possible amount of the girl’s clitoris trapped in the tube…without tearing it.  For most clitoridectomies, I plan on using the surgical scissors.  The lasers are a bit impersonal, though perhaps warranted in your case…what with the concomitant removal of your labia minora and clitoral hood.  I’m going to go back to getting your clitoral glans in the mood for getting fed into the declitting tube now, Vashda.”

“Okay, Scarlet Witch,” Vashda answered softly and then blushed badly as the Avenger went back to circling her finger around her clitoris.  The Semitic girl glanced around to see Dr. Cummings and the Nurse named Liz sitting in silence on either side of her with flushed faces and eyes, filled with fascination, locked onto the whirring tube in the superheroine’s right hand.  “You know, I think a lot of girls might not mind getting their love buttons stretched out to take the chop, Scarlet Witch…especially if you used your tongue to get their tender nubs ready to be fed into the tube,” Vashda observed softly and then giggled as Liz squirmed and blushed.

“It IS an extremely erotic experience, Vashda,” Wanda acknowledged with a faraway look in her gold-flecked blue eyes, before giggling and adding, “even without a bit of cunnilingus to get the stretching started.”  The big-breasted Avenger winked at the squirming nurse with obviously turgid nipples tipping perfect shaped C-cups under the sexy nurse’s costume, before adding, “Something Van Dyne Enterprises is counting on.  As these procedures become more and more in demand, they expect prices to skyrocket!  You are one of the lucky girls, Vashda, to get your procedure done before prices go up and the waiting line grows.  Now, let’s see if my tongue is as good at licking as it is at talking.”

Vashda moaned softly, while Liz groaned and Carla squirmed, as she felt the Scarlet Witch’s warm, wet tongue circling her engorged clitoris.  The Semitic girl gasped as a glow slowly grew at the apex of her widespread legs, wondering if the gorgeous superheroine was going to bring her to orgasm before using the declitting tube on her.  Vashda grunted with disappointment as she felt the tongue leave her sexual center as the crimson-clad superheroine pulled her head back.  Then the Semitic girl gasped as she felt the small hole in the center of the contractible and detachable metal diaphragm at the end of the whirring tube get pushed over her clitoral glans, and felt something brush across the very tip of her clitoris.  It seemed she was going to be forced to wait for her last climax ever!

Vashda shrieked loudly in surprise and trepidation as she felt a sudden compression around the base of her clitoral glans.  Then came an outward pull on the head of her trapped organ, followed by another tight squeeze around her swollen glans tip as the second torus sought to keep her clitoris from un-stretching.  The Semitic girl moaned softly, stifling the fear that had the butterflies in her belly fluttering furiously, as she felt the lower torus release the base of her clitoral glans, and then felt another squeeze lower on her clitoral shaft followed by another tug on her tender flesh.  Her organ of temptation was finally being readied for extermination!

“From now until the finish, your attention is totally focused on your sexual center,” Wanda Maximoff chirped softly while grinning, first at Carla, and then at Liz.  “You’re not aware of anything else around you…it’s all about the crushing weight of the libido you’re about to shed.  For many women, it is emancipation…freedom from the carnal desires that have ruled their lives and restricted their potential success in many aspects of their lives.  It is pure heaven, despite the hellish pain that you know will follow the stretching’s finish!”

Vashda moaned softly as she felt the lower two tori release her shaft only to simultaneously grab flesh that had been deeper in her clitoral cavity.  Then the lower pair of tori both pulled outward while the third torus opened to accept new flesh, and then closed and, seconds later, after grabs lower on her clitoral shaft, fed her clitoral glans to the fourth lowest torus in the insidious tube.  The Semitic girl marveled at the strange sensation of having her sexual center stretched.  It didn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable, but she knew from the brochure she would feel at least the latter as the stretching continued until her glans and most of her clitoral shaft, at least the shaft below the point where the tiny organ turned downward and split to form the crura, was trapped above the declitting tube’s basal diaphragm.

“Oh, my God!” Liz spat with obvious excitement.  “Her clitoris looks like a skinny worm crawling out of her cavity and into the tube.  Fascinating!  How does it feel, Vashda?”

“Strangely…erotic!” Vashda replied to the strange question asked by someone far in the distance as she gave the rhythmic tugs that seemed to be reaching deeper and deeper into her clitoral cavity her full attention.  “It doesn’t hurt at all!” she added as she opened her eyes and stared at the tube between her legs.  She gasped!  Vashda could see the end of her clitoral glans in the tube the Scarlet Witch held against the apex of her vulva, just past the red control button.  The Semitic girl found herself fascinated by the rhythmic dance of the ever moving tori, as she watched her most treasured flesh passed from one rubber diaphragm to the next down the tube, causing her clitoris to slowly worm out of its cavity into the thin transparent cylinder. 

Vashda groaned as she began to feel discomfort at the apex of her vulva, and gasped, “Can’t you stop now, Scarlet Witch?  I’m afraid I might tear!  It doesn’t hurt…it just feels…WRONG!”

“You won’t tear, Vashda, I promise,” Wanda Maximoff replied in her most reassuring voice.  “Be patient!  You’ll regret it if we stop before the stretching experience is over.  You only get to do this once you know!”

“I know but…OH!” Vashda began, before choking off her words as the whirring sound abruptly ended, and the tori stalled in their rhythmic dance.  “Now I feel silly.  That was very erotic!  Now I want the climax the brochure promised!”

“One climax coming up, you lovely girl!” Wanda Maximoff replied with a giggle as she stared into the gleaming brown eyes of the lovely Semitic girl.  “However, first we need to finish preparing your tender clitoris to take the chop.  You’re going to feel a clamping sensation, Vashda, when I slide the declitting tube’s control button into its third position.”

“How much of her is in the tube?” Liz interjected, her almond eyes flushed with excitement.  “There must be three-and-a-half-inches of stretched flesh!”

“About four-to-one, Wanda?” Doctor Cummings queried quickly before the Avenger could reply.

“That’s about right, Carla,” Wanda chirped with a grin of satisfaction on her face.  “Not bad for an 18-year-old and a 21^st Century declitting tube.  Let’s see how close to a full inch of clitoris we’ve got, shall we?”  The Scarlet Witch slid the declitting tube’s control button into its third position.

Vashda let out a short, high-pitched squeal as she felt her clitoral shaft suddenly get choked even more firmly at the apex of her vulva while the tori above the choke point released their grasps around her tender, stretched organ, and then watched the famed superheroine pull the now open-ended barrel to the tube away from her vulva.  “What is happening now?” she asked frantically.  “It feels weird again!”

“The metal diaphragm is preventing your clitoral shaft from retreating back into its natural cavity, Vashda,” Wanda replied as calmly as possible considering her own state of excitement.  “However, having been released from the rubber-coated tori that were stretching it, the rest of your girl penis, above the metal diaphragm, is slowly un-stretching back into its natural shape.  Soon, we will see how much of your clitoris is actually being held out from the apex of your vulva and clitoral hood.  Don’t you feel proud and sexy just now?”

“Yes, Scarlet Witch, this has been a lot more fun than I expected…so far,” Vashda acknowledged with a silly grin on her face.  “How long do I have to wait before I get my climax…and then the end of my organs of temptation?”

“Not long now, Vashda,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a satisfied smile on her face.  “It is a very fun experience…although it will be terribly painful soon as well.  This part is pretty weird isn’t it…your clitoris shrinking back into its normal shape…above the basal diaphragm that is.”  Wanda chuckled as the Semitic girl nodded and stared between her own legs at the tiny nub of flesh that was shrinking steadily in length while growing in thickness.  A few seconds later, Wanda grunted with satisfaction before announcing, “Just under an inch!  Your father should be satisfied that you’re ability to have a clitoral climax has been terminated as a result of this procedure…what with the severed end of your clitoral shaft about to be buried nearly an inch below the surface expression of its body cavity.  You’ll soon be free of those carnal temptations your father and husband-to-be are worried about, Vashda.  However, just between us girls, it might still be possible to reach climax via vaginal stimulation—a small percentage of girls have sensitive enough ‘G-spots’ to make that possible.”

“I don’t care about that, Scarlet Witch!” Vashda protested gruffly.  “Let’s just finish my circumcision…after you give me a superheroine climax!”

Wanda Maximoff laughed and replied, “As I said, one climax coming up!”  The Scarlet Witch handed Nurse Liz the small silver tray from the tray table and instructed, “Hold this under her crotch and catch the detached flesh.  That means you’ll have to watch closely despite any sounds Vashda might make.”  The Avenger watched the slim, but buxom, 5-foot-4-inch-tall, 105-pound Oriental nurse, whose face was still flushed with excitement, nod, before slipping under the gynecological examination chair’s left leg support.  Wanda passed the declitting tube to her left hand, and then reached back with her right hand and took the scalpel off the tray table and set it on the Semitic girl’s tummy.

The Scarlet Witch picked up the vibrator in her right hand and turned it on, before declaring, “Vashda, I’m going to cock the labia snipper now.  Then I’ll use the vibrator to circle your stretched out girl penis until you climax.  Don’t try to stifle your orgasmic sighs, you brave and beautiful girl.  While you’re in the midst of orgasm, I’ll slide the control button on the declitting tube back to its fourth and final position, and you’ll feel a vibration as the miniature lasers’ ring platform begins spinning and the lasers start burning through your clitoral shaft.  A second or two later, there will be a loud snap as the stretched portion of your clitoral shaft springs back into its cavity, and your girl penis drops onto Liz’s tray.  Then, as quickly as possible, I’ll hit the snipper trigger before finishing your procedure by using the scalpel to excise your clitoral hood.  Scream as loudly as you want!  This is going to hurt more than a little!”

Vashda nodded and grinned as she heard the click from the machine between her legs as its springs were armed, and then felt the vibrator begin circling her exposed sexual center.  Her father was about to be made very happy!  Vashda concentrated on the glow that began to grow in her loins while she watched fascination flood through Liz’s face and satisfaction fill the doctor’s and the Scarlet Witch’s faces.  As the glow between her legs slowly increased and her sex became positively wet, Vashda knew she wouldn’t regret this morning spent with a world-renowned superheroine.  She was being given a memory to treasure for the rest of her life.  The Scarlet Witch and Doctor Cummings clearly understood this, and Liz obviously wanted it.

“Oh, MY!” Vashda gasped hoarsely.  “It feels so good…SO erotic!  I must cuuuUU…OH! UH! UHHUHhhhh!”

The Scarlet Witch slid the declitting tube’s control button into its fourth and final position, tossed it onto the Semitic girl’s tummy, dropped the vibrator onto the tray table, and picked up the scalpel with her right hand as her left thumb hovered above the labia snipper’s trigger.  Wanda giggled as the Semitic girl continued to sigh in ecstasy, seemingly unconcerned about the extensive modification her body was beginning to have forced upon it.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Vashda heard herself gasp and sigh in ecstasy for what seemed to be forever, before she finally began to feel the slight burning sensation at the apex of her vulva as the lasers did their work.  Suddenly, the Semitic girl heard a loud snap followed by the gentle tap of moist flesh—her decapitated clitoris hitting metal—and then shrilled loudly as she felt the red-hot-poker-like agony emanate from the top of her vulva.  She heard another, louder, snap as she sensed the Scarlet Witch mover her left hand downward, followed by soft splat of more moist flesh hitting metal, and screamed louder as the agony spread from the apex of her vulva to her anus.  The scream continued as she sensed the Scarlet Witch working the scalpel at the apex of her vulva, but strangely the underlying sensation of climax never left her loins.

Wanda ignored the Semitic girl’s screams of agony as she performed a bilateral excision of the prepuce tissues forming Vashda’s clitoral hood, which had, until seconds earlier, surrounded her clitoral glans, with the scalpel.  She made sure to extend the slices at their lower ends to the front of the wedge wound at the frenulum clitoris, caused by the removal of Vashda’s labia minora.  Finally, as the girl’s shrill protest subsided, she dropped the severed clitoral hood and scalpel on Liz’s tray, held her hand out, and announced, “We’re done here!  I’ll take that, Liz.  Why don’t you have John bring Vashda’s father in to inspect our work.  Oh!  And yes, it is more fun having it done to you than doing it or watching it done to someone else, but we’ll talk about that later.  Doctor, let’s get ready to get Vashda cleaned up, her wounds closed, and local anesthetic applied.  Vashda, you were wonderful, sweetheart!”

Vashda watched the buxom young nurse blush badly as she stared with obvious fascination at the contents of the metal tray and licked her lips, before reluctantly passing the tray to the Scarlet Witch and reaching for the telephone on a small cabinet after crawling back under the leg support.  Agony emanated from the Semitic girl’s vulva, but she wasn’t going to let mere pain interfere with the enjoyment of the uniquely sensual experience she was immersed in.  “Let ME see, Scarlet Witch!” Vashda pleaded softly in a quivering voice.  “I want to see my organs of temptation…to know that my wicked days are now behind me.  Please show me!”

“Calm down, Vashda,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a giggle and obvious satisfaction in her gold-flecked blue eyes as she pushed the tray below the young Arab girl’s face while Dr. Cummings knelt between the patient’s legs and began cleaning her wounds.  “Of course we will let you see your severed girl penis, soon to be the center of a very expensive necklace pendant inscribed with your name in gold inlay.  Your sexual center will be treasured jewelry passed through eternity from one proud owner to the next.”    

Vashda gasped as she looked at the tiny nub of flesh on the tray, which really did resemble a tiny penis, and the two narrow strips of flesh that had been her labia minora, before chuckling, “Well I hope my love button causes less trouble for its future owners than it did for its first.  Tell me, Scarlet Witch, what about the petals of my vaginal flower.  Will they too become jewelry…or will they merely be disposed of…as unwanted garbage….”  Vashda gasped again and then released a flood of tears from her gleaming brown eyes as she glanced away from her severed flesh to the delicate hands dabbing at her labia wounds.

“No, your labia minora will not be turned into jewelry, Vashda,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly before bending and kissing the Semitic girl on her forehead.  “We don’t expect to perform labioplasty frequently enough to create a market for such accessories.  However, just between us girls…and don’t you dare, any of you, ever tell anyone about this…I don’t intend on letting your precious flesh go to waste.  Your labia minora will be lightly braised and added to the toppings for the salad that will be today’s lunch.”

“I’ll cook if you’ll share, Miss Maximoff,” Liz interjected enthusiastically as she peered down at the tray contents and licked her lips.  “I brought salad for lunch too!”

“It’s Wanda, Liz,” the crimson-clad superheroine replied with a friendly smile on her face as she watched Carla using the eyedropper to squirt local anesthetic into Vashda’s empty clitoral cavity, “and yes, I’ll take you up on your offer.”  There was a soft rap on the treatment room door.  Wanda shrugged as she turned away from the pretty nurse to call out, “Enter.”  Then she turned back to Liz and instructed.  “Get one of the small stasis boxes ready.  Get the pendant core preserved as soon as the father concurs that the procedure was successfully completed.”  Wanda grinned as the nurse nodded with a faraway look in her almond eyes.

Wanda smiled as the handsome, muscular, 6-foot-tall blonde-haired blue-eyed orderly, John, led the middle-aged Arabic male into the room.  The smile broadened as the buxom beauty announced, “The procedures have been successfully completed, Mr. Hussein.  Dr. Cummings has just finished cleaning your daughter’s wounds and applying local anesthetic.  We will sew the wounds closed and give Vashda some pain pills for the agony she is suffering…as soon as you concur that your daughter’s organs of temptation have been excised to the fullest extent possible.”

“Yes, we shall see, Miss Maximoff,” the Arabic male replied gruffly, ignoring the tray the famous Gypsy clad mutant held toward him.  “Are you well, daughter?  You are crying!”

“Yes, father,” Vashda replied as her face filled with pride, “I am well.  The experience was most fascinating…although very painful as well.  I am pleased that we have done this thing…and proud that it is behind me.  However, now I am mortified…to have my breasts…my sex bared before male eyes…one a stranger….  They will not un-strap me from this chair until you tell them their work is finished.”

“Yes, as it should be, daughter,” the Arabic male replied softly as he attempted a reassuring smile.  “I am your father and the orderly is a professional, so put such concerns out of your mind.  Now, Scarlet Witch, show me what I need to see.”

“As you wish, Mr. Hussein,” Wanda Maximoff agreed in her most professional tone as she again pushed the tray forward, before adding, “and you should be very proud of the way your daughter behaved during the procedure.  Vashda is a very special girl.  However, as you can see, she is no longer the same girl that entered this treatment room.  As you can tell from the clitoral glans and length of clitoral shaft on this tray, your daughter will no longer be able to achieve clitoral climax.”

“Over two centimeters of the wicked flesh excised!” the Arabic male hissed in obvious amazement as John stared open-mouthed over his shoulder.  “Never have I seen such a length of the organ of temptation driven from a woman’s flesh.  You have done most well, Scarlet Witch.  However, strips of flesh on a tray tell me little regarding the remainder of the circumcision.  I must inspect the vulva itself.”

“Inspect away,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly as she stepped away from her position between Vashda’s widespread legs and Dr. Cummings did the same.  “You boys take a good look…and then step back so that the doctor and I can finish our treatment.  I want to get those wounds sewed closed so that Dr. Cummings can give Vashda something for her pain.  Getting declitted may be an erotic experience, but it also hurts like hell!”

The Arabic male nodded, moved forward and knelt between his daughter’s legs, while the orderly stepped forward to peer over his head.  As Mr. Hussein gently spread Vashda’s vulva, John whistled softly and chortled, “Damn!  I wish I’d been able to stay and watch.  I think I’d enjoy watching a girl getting declitted…don’t know about the delipping though.”

“Silence, infidel!” the Arabic male barked as he peered closer at the open vulva and then at the wound where a clitoris should protrude below a clitoral hood.  “This is my daughter you are talking about.”  Then Mr. Hussein, in a calmer voice, announced, “This is the finest circumcision I have ever seen, Scarlet Witch.  Once healed, I do not think one will be able to tell that this vulva once contained inner lips or clitoral hood.  I am surprise you feel the need to sew the wounds closed.  Before leaving, I will schedule Vashda’s younger sister for the procedure.”

“She’ll have to wait until after her eighteenth birthday, Mr. Hussein,” Wanda Maximoff tersely replied as the men stepped back.  “That’s the law regarding giving consent for such a procedure in this country, and I don’t foresee this clinic visiting the Middle East.  However, thank you for your compliments.  Now, if you men will step well back, I’ll get to work with the suturing.  Once we’re done, Dr. Cummings will no doubt prescribe several weeks of bed rest and pain medication.”

“Medication for today only!” the Arabic male commanded gruffly.  “I want her to be well aware that her wicked flesh has been excised.  Also, Vashda has work to do that will not wait.  She will just have to be careful with her wounds.”

Carla, watching anger begin to fill the auburn-haired superheroine’s face, interjected softly, “Actually, something Mr. Hussein said has given me an idea, Wanda, that may allow him to get the outcome he wishes.  Why don’t you just heal Vashda’s wounds, Wanda?”

“What are you speaking of, Doctor?” the Arabic male queried gruffly.

“As you must be aware, Mr. Hussein,” Carla replied softly while flashing a quick grin to Wanda, “this woman is the Scarlet Witch.  She is a superheroine with extra-human powers.  I believe one of her talents is the ability to cast healing spells….”

“I knew Miss Maximoff was a mutant, Dr. Cummings,” the Arabic male interrupted gruffly.  “I just didn’t know her mutant abilities included healing.  Very well, she can partially heal Vashda’s wounds, but only partly…say to simulate the passage of two week’s time.”

“Actually, my healing spells are a form of mag….” Wanda began, intending to clarify that she wasn’t a witch in name only.  That she was a magic wielder as well as a mutant.

“Six weeks time, Mr. Hussein,” Carla declared loudly, intentionally interrupting Wanda’s explanation.  While the Arabic male might accept help from a mutant, he would likely not be enamored with the idea of witchcraft. 

“Now hold on a moment,” Wanda hissed softly as she watched Vashda’s father begin to shake his head.  “I thought I made it clear that I want the subjects of these body modification procedures to live with the consequences of their deciding to accept them.  No pain suppression during the procedure, and no magical healings afterwards.  If I start making exceptions with my first case….”

“You wouldn’t be restoring the vulva to its former condition, Wanda,” Dr. Cummings interjected softly with a crooked smile on her face, “just making the suturing unnecessary.  The wound will heal cleaner, but Vashda will know she’s been circumcised for months to come.”

“I’ll do it, just this once, Carla,” Wanda Maximoff replied tersely as she turned to face the Arabic male, “but only if Mr. Hussein agrees to chat with me afterwards.  Only if he will agree to give full consideration to accepting one or more of the male procedures in exchange for a refund of half, or all, of the cost of Vashda’s circumcision…depending on what he agrees to.  Full consideration, Mr. Hussein!  What do you say?”  The Scarlet Witch deftly slid the front of her loincloth sideways, and grinned wickedly as both the Arabic male’s and the orderly’s trousers tented.

“Only enough healing to simulate the passing of four weeks time, Scarlet Witch,” the Arabic male replied gruffly as he stared hungrily at the buxom beauty’s hairless vulva, “and I will give full consideration to your offer.  I must warn you, however, you seductive temptress, you’ll have little chance of collecting what I have to offer without showing me all that you have to trade for it.  Do we have a bargain?”

“Yes, Mr. Hussein, we do,” Wanda acknowledged with obvious satisfaction as she let her loincloth re-cover her vulva and watched disappointment fill two men’s faces, before passing the silver tray back to Liz.  She turned and knelt between Vashda’s widespread legs, grinned up into the Semitic girl’s doe-like eyes, and softly said, “This might tickle at first, Vashda, but the agony will fade to a more manageable burning sensation…and in a few days…uncomfortable aches. Perhaps then you will forgive me for what I have done to you this day?”

“There is nothing to forgive, Scarlet Witch,” Vashda replied in a quivering voice as she watched Liz pass the tray to the handsome orderly, John, point with an excited grin at the severed girl penis, and then use tweezers to place the tiny nub of flesh in a small metal box which she then closed.  “In truth, the experience was wonderful…something I will never forget…although I must admit…I hope you really can lessen the pain I now feel.” 

“Thank you, Vashda,” Wanda Maximoff whispered softly as she began gesturing with her right hand at the Semitic girl’s vulva, which she held open with her left thumb and forefingers.  “I enjoyed our experience together as well.  I’m now healing your labial wounds and the slices I made to remove your clitoral hood.  Your beheaded clitoral shaft, the cavity of which Dr. Cummings filled with antiseptic and local anesthetic, will be left to heal naturally. Therefore, you will still be given a prescription for some pain medication, and some antiseptic to be applied with an eyedropper into your clitoral cavity.  There…I’m finished…how do you feel now?”

“My GOD!” Carla interjected as she again inspected the Semitic girl’s wounds.  “There aren’t even any scars.  It looks like Vashda was born without either inner lips or a clitoral hood!”

“Much better, Scarlet Witch,” Vashda acknowledged softly as she turned away from the flabbergasted doctor and watched Liz place two small strips of pinkish flesh onto a small bowl of ice cubes, and then set the bowl atop a small table in the corner of the room.  “Although it still feels like I have a love button that has a white hot poker tip pressed against it.  That is a good thing.  It will let me remember that my wicked days are behind me.  Can the men step out of the room while I am unstrapped…and get dressed?”

“Yes, of course, Vashda,” Wanda replied as she and the Semitic girl watched Liz place the now empty small silver tray back on the instrument table, while Dr. Cummings scribbled on a prescription pad.  “John, you and Mr. Hussein can wait outside for a few moments.  Then I’ll send Vashda to the waiting room, and you can both step back in.  I think you’ll find the offer I’m going to make Mr. Hussein most interesting…and, hopefully, irresistible.”  Even Vashda joined the female clinic staff in giggling as the two males, pallid and deep in thought, stepped from the room as Liz went to work releasing straps.

Vashda dressed in silence under Dr. Cummings watchful eyes as Wanda unbolted the labia snipper from under the gynecological examination chair and Liz cleaned the instruments on the tray table and returned them to their proper drawers.  Once the Semitic girl was dressed, Carla handed her the prescription, and gave her instructions of when and how often to take the pain pills.  Finally, the Scarlet Witch turned to her and chirped, “You were a great first patient, Vashda.  The pain you feel now will be dulled by Dr. Cummings’ prescription, and will be manageable even without the pills in just a few days.  Go ahead and wait for your father in the waiting room.  Regardless of his response to the offer I’m about to tempt him with, he will join you soon.”

“I doubt my father will let you make him a eunuch, Scarlet Witch,” Vashda replied with a giggle, “although I’m sure he will be sorely tempted.  I think Liz, on the other hand can’t wait to get declitted…and perhaps debreasted, as well.”  Vashda laughed joyfully as she watched the Oriental nurse blush badly, before adding, “You’ll find the experience fascinating, Liz, but might I suggest that you get that handsome orderly to accept one or more of the male procedures as the price of watching you getting YOUR organ of temptation excised.  Have a nice day…and do enjoy lunch!”  Vashda then gave the Scarlet Witch a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying out of the treatment room.

“What a precocious girl!” Carla chortled softly as she grinned knowingly at Wanda Maximoff while Liz visibly squirmed.

“Indeed!” Wanda agreed as she hit save on the desk’s computer and handed Liz the small thumb drive she removed, before replacing it with a new one.  “Liz, put this in Vashda’s stasis box.  This is the future pendent owner’s proof that the imbedded clitoris was collected from a consenting adult, as well as the video of Vashda’s treatment.  Letting the clothing accessory or sex toy customer see the castratrix at work was something Marketing insisted on, but I think most of my clinic customers will miss that clause in the language of the second consent form.”  Wanda laughed at the shocked look on the nurse’s face as she did as she was told, suddenly realizing multiple cameras must have been installed in every treatment room. “Don’t worry, Liz! Both audio and video will be carefully edited by Van Dyne Enterprises professionals—both to market our services and products, and remove any unnecessary potentially controversial content, such as references to salad toppings.”

“I agreed to give your offer full consideration, you wicked temptress,” Raoul Hussein chided sternly as soon as the door had closed behind the two males that had reentered the treatment room, “but only if you show me everything you are offering to trade to me.  Have the others leave the room and then strip for me, Scarlet Witch.”

“Oh, I’ll show you my assets, Mr. Hussein,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a giggle as she took the three pages of paper the orderly had held out towards her, put the pre-filled-out consent forms on the tray table now positioned beside the gynecological examination chair, and pressed the circular clasp release between the cups of her bikini-like top, “but the others stay as witnesses.  Should we come to an agreement, I’ll need witnesses that you weren’t unduly coerced.  Besides, if we are alone in the room, you might be tempted to use your superior strength to take me against my will.”  The Scarlet Witch casually let the left cup of the top drop away, allowing the garment to unwrap around her back to dangle downward by the clasp in her right hand, baring her perfect-shaped D-cups.

The Arabic male licked his lips as he stared at the massive turgidly tipped breasts before him.  As the vivacious beauty tossed the skimpy top onto the nearby tray table, he whispered in a husky voice, “Call me, Raoul, Scarlet Witch.  Very well, the others may stay, although we all know I could not possibly take what you, a superheroine of great renown, are not willing to give.  The bottom now!  I would see the treasure you earlier chose to use as bait for my manhood.”

“Soon, Raoul,” the Scarlet Witch announced softly in her sexiest bedroom voice, “but first undo your belt and drop your suit pants and underwear.  I want to see how you react when I offer my womanly charms to you.  You too, John.  Drop the pants and undies.  We can’t expect Mr. Hussein to let his manhood wave in the wind while the other male in the room keeps his package covered, can we?  It’s that, or you’ll have to wait outside.”

“No problem, Miss Maximoff,” John replied with a chuckle.  “I’m not shy when it comes to nudity.  Besides, I’m not here because of the pay.  I want to watch you do your insidiously fascinating work on both boys and girls.  Let’s make these girls wet with desire, Mr. Hussein, as we show them our tools.”

“You may call me by my first name as well, John, while my daughter is not present,” the Arabic male said in a friendly tone.  “Very well, let us make this wicked woman lick her lips with eager anticipation of what we have to offer…but I do not think…in my case at least…she has any hope of confiscating what she will now see.”  The Arab male grinned as he let his suit pants drop around his ankles and then bent as he pushed his briefs down as well.

All three women in the room gasped softly as a long, curving 11-inch penis jutted upwards above a very large scrotum, and then gasped again as John followed suit to reveal a massively thick 10-incher above a ball sack that was nearly as large as Raoul’s.  “NICE!” Wanda chirped with obvious satisfaction.  “You both could contribute top quality coin purses and real-cock dildos to the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of women’s accessories and sex toys.  Sorry, John!  You’re going to have to wait for the end of the day to decide if you want to contribute.  I don’t have a replacement orderly on call.  Leave your bottoms around your ankles while I make my pitch to Raoul, though.  We ladies want to watch how your penis reacts as you contemplate a similar pitch being made to you at day’s end!”

“No problem, Miss Maximoff,” John chuckled nervously as his rock-hard manhood bounced and twitched.  “I took the job to watch, not do.  I haven’t given the possibility of being made a eunuch much thought, so you girls aren’t the only ones interested in seeing how my cock reacts to the prospect of castration…or more.”

“Unless you are REALLY a breast man, your willie is whispering yes, John,” Liz teased softly as she played with her own breasts beneath the sexy nurse’s outfit.  “Penises don’t bob like that unless they are having really happy thoughts.”

“You two keep quite now,” Wanda Maximoff declared jovially as she focused her attention on the Arabic male’s eleven-incher.  “Raoul and I have some important negotiations to take care of.”  The auburn-haired beauty smiled her sexiest smile and unhitched the clasp of her loincloth belt at the front of her right hip and let the garment drop to the floor, before deftly kicking the garment up onto the tray table with her left booted foot.  “Do you like what you see, Raoul?” the Avenger asked as she deftly ran the forefinger of her right hand through her vulva and around her engorged clitoris.

“You…can see…that I do…Wanda,” Raoul replied, acknowledging that his own manhood was now twitching with excitement.  “Step forward and let me touch you as you try to tempt me into letting myself get unmanned.  I warn you, I will not be easily convinced to do such a thing.”

“Five thousand dollars is a lot of money, Raoul,” Wanda declared in her soft sexy voice as she stepped forward while the Arabic male reached out with both hands and began kneading her D-cups.  “Let me take your scrotum, testicles and all, and I’ll refund two thousand five hundred.  I’ll let you choose from a handful of castration methods we have available.  Let me strap you into a penis guillotine, and I’ll refund two thousand five hundred as well.  I’ll refund all five thousand if we use the penis guillotine on you with razor wire connected to the falling blade at one end and a noose around your nut sack at the other end.  Whatever you choose, I promise to bring you to orgasm just as you donate your equipment.  What do you say?”

“I say money alone will not tempt me, you big titted witch,” the Arabic male replied in a hoarse voice as he weighed the Scarlet Witch’s breasts in his hands before leaning forward to suckle one breast and then the other. Then Raoul pulled his head back and asked softly, “Tell me!  Just how will you bring me to my final climax, my lovely superheroine?”

Wanda Maximoff reached down and gently wrapped her fingers around the jutting, twitching eleven-inch penis before her and slowly gave it three strokes as she replied in her best bedroom voice, “I’ll pump my warm wet mouth over your manhood…taking great care to bury that spongy, bulbous glans at the end of this long, hard penis deep in my throat…and then I’ll swallow your hot, sticky semen while I collect my prize or prizes.”

Raoul moaned softly before removing his hands from the huge breasts before him and putting them atop the Scarlet Witch’s shoulders, and pressing downward as he huskily commanded, “Show me!  Let me feel your mouth around my manhood!”  As the famous superheroine slowly nodded and dropped to her knees, the Arabic male grinned at John as he barked, “You, nurse, let my friend, John, remind himself he is still a man.  Let him play with your assets through that temptress costume you wear.  Just keep quiet while I enjoy the assets before ME!”

Wanda Maximoff smiled with satisfaction as she watched Liz turn to face away from John, step backward to straddle the orderly’s massively thick, bouncing penis, and then grab the muscular blonde male’s hands and push them over her turgidly tipped perfect-shaped C-cups.  As Wanda heard John moan with desire, she pushed her mouth over the manhood before her face and gently sucked.  She grinned around the penis as the Arabic male above her groaned with pleasure and put his right hand behind her head.  Wanda let Raoul push her head forward, allowing the long, hard penis to slide into her esophagus.  Soon, the Scarlet Witch was gagging around the Arabic male’s manhood as she deep-throated it.

“Don’t be embarrassed, John,” Liz whispered softly as she reached down between her legs to finger the orderly’s mushroom like penis glans.  “I can tell your willie wants you to take the chop at the end of the day, even though you probably never considered life as a eunuch…or even a dickless eunuch…a nullo…before.  Neither have I…before this morning…considered getting myself declitted…maybe even debreasted as well.  I need to be honest…I really am considering it….  I think I might do it.  You should too!  Will you, John?”

The Scarlet Witch slowly slid her head back, allowing Raoul’s manhood to bounce upward as it came free of her mouth.  The auburn-haired beauty watched Liz rub her right hand’s middle finger over John’s leaking meatus, and then put the finger in her mouth to lick the pre-cum off of it while the orderly moaned softly and nodded behind the Oriental nurse as he played with her breasts through her costume.  She returned her attention to the Arabic male before her, as she asked softly, “How did it feel, Raoul?  Would you like to cum down my throat…spurt semen from this long hard dick for your very last time?”

“I am tempted, Scarlet Witch,” Raoul replied in a husky voice.  “Keep sucking while I give consideration to your offer.  It is not an easy decision, as I have just accepted a dowry from a long-time acquaintance from my homeland.  I am to marry his daughter…a virgin only a few years older than Vashda.  My friend will want me to give him many grandchildren.  Suck some more…and then tell me what else you can offer me…in exchange for my manhood.  Mere money is not enough.”

Wanda pushed her mouth back over the turgid penis before her, gave it one last push into her esophagus, pulled her head back, and licked the sticky seminal fluid that was leaking from the Arabic male’s meatus slit.  Then the buxom Avenger stood and softly chortled, “That’s all for the pre-forfeiture ceremony preview.  You don’t get to ejaculate for free!  However, I’ll tell you what.  I’ll make you an offer I will never make to any other patron of this clinic.  I’ll make you cum twice before I take your package…penis and testicle sack.  I’ll let you have intercourse with me now….  I’m not using pregnancy protection….  I’m visiting a culture where it is a capital offence for a female to do so….  So you’ll likely get another child despite having to return your friends dowry…and you’ll get the fee for Vashda’s treatment returned to you.  Then…after we have you strapped into the special penis guillotine…I’ll deep throat you again until you ejaculate for your last time ever…down my gagging and swallowing throat…while I confiscate my real-cock dildo, coin purse, and oysters.  In your wildest dreams…did you think you’d ever get a chance to impregnate a superheroine?”

“Never!” Raoul admitted in a needful gasp as he reached down and began fingering the Scarlet Witch’s sopping wet vulva with his right hand.  “My friend and his daughter will never forgive me…but….”

“Your friend will understand…be jealous of you even,” Wanda declared softly yet forcefully as she used the fingers of her left hand to push Raoul’s fingers past her lower lips and into her steaming hot vagina.  “You can fornicate with me as I sit spread wide for you on the gynecological examination chair.  Push me backward and replace your fingers with your big spongy penis head.  Sign the consent forms and then fuck me silly!  Make me cum loudly and often, and then impregnate me.  Just think how satisfied you’ll feel as we conclude our business together!”

“YES!” Raoul gasped loudly as he again put his hands on the auburn-haired superheroine’s shoulders and pushed her backward.  The Arabic male moaned with obvious need as Wanda fell backward onto the chair and placed her booted feet into the widespread stirrups.  “I have to feel that warm, wet pussy around my cock, Scarlet Witch.  I must fill your womb with my seed…make you with child!”

“First the consent forms!” Wanda Maximoff shrilled forcefully as she felt the sticky, bulbous penis glans begin to part her labia minora.  “I’m not protected against pregnancy, remember?  I don’t want to risk any accidents until our contract has been properly completed!”

Raoul Hussein, with a feverish look on his face, looked down to see the tip of his penis ready for entry into the Scarlet Witch’s love canal, and then stared wide-eyed at the three forms and pen she had just plucked from the tray table to hold before him.  He pushed his penis forward, until the corona of his glans was entering the Scarlet Witch’s vagina, and heard Wanda gasp with concern while her face exuded triumphant jubilation.  Raoul frowned, licked his lips, and shook his head, as he hoarsely grumbled, “Allah help me, but I want to give into this temptress’s desires.  I want to let you unman me, you sultry superheroine.  I want to let you make a nullo of me, and let you sell my penis and scrotum to rich American whores, Scarlet Witch.  Allah knows this is so, so he gives me strength.  I give NOT into temptation!  I will see you again in two years time when my younger daughter is ready for her circumcision, Miss Maximoff.”

Wanda groaned with obvious disappointment as she felt Raoul pull his glans from between her labial lips, bend, and pull up first his underwear and then his suit pants.  As the Arabic male stepped backward, the auburn-haired beauty dropped the consent forms and pen back onto the tray table as she acknowledged, “Yes we’ll see each other two years from now.  I’ll tempt you again then…but not with the offer to let you try to impregnate me.  It was good to meet you, Mr. Hussein.  Do give Vashda my best regards.”

The Arabic male nodded, turned, and hurried out the door.  “Well, that really blew,” Wanda spat with obvious disappointment as the door to the treatment room closed.  “I really thought I had my first customer as a 21^st Century castratrix!”

“Well, don’t fret about that, Wanda,” Carla interjected with a giggle.  “You’ll earn that title soon enough!  Your next customer should be arriving about now.  A wealthy banker has convinced his gay son to let himself get castrated.  The banker seems to think that taking the boy’s libido away will get his son to rethink his sexual orientation.”

“And I don’t think play time with Mr. Hussein was a total waste of time either, Miss Maximoff,” Liz chortled softly as John groped her breasts with one hand and her vulva with the other through her sexy nurses outfit while his massive penis continued to twitch and bounce.  “I’m pretty sure John’s willie is aching to be separated from his testicles…and perhaps from John himself.  What do you think, John?  Are you up for getting castrated by a world famous superheroine?”

“Maybe,” John  whispered softly as his face turned beat red.  “I want to watch a few castrations before I decide.  I didn’t plan to…but I am thinking about it now…especially if I get to watch you getting declitted…and maybe debreasted…Liz.  Careful with the teasing you sultry temptress!  I think MY decision just might be an ‘I will if you will’ sort of thing.”

“I think I might be fine with that, John,” Liz replied with a giggle while she grinned wickedly as she watched the orderly pull up underwear and then pants.  “What say you get your costume back on, Miss Maximoff, and we move over to treatment room M1.  We’ll let John watch his first castration…or two.  The way you worked Mr. Hussein, I’m betting you end up unmanning the narrow minded father as well.”

“Call me Wanda, Liz,” the big-breasted superheroine replied as she plucked her loincloth from the tray table and buckled it around her hips.  “And let’s hope you are right.  We’re not going to make a profit on the fees we charge alone.  Yes, I’ll make a go at relieving the father of testicle sack, as well as his son’s.  Two coin purses are better than one, and I’m looking forward to plenty of Rocky Mountain oysters ala homo sapien at the end of the day.  Let’s hope banker and son have nice big penises they are willing to forfeit as well.  The big money is in ‘real-cock’ dildos, so you keep working on John, Liz.” 

Wanda laughed as a look of disconcertment filled the orderly’s handsome face as she fit the cups of her top over her D-cups and snapped the clasp closed.  “No pressure, John!  Just enjoy the show as we treat our customers to their hearts’ desires until the end of the day.  Then you and Liz can decide if you want to get treated for free, or need to wait until you’ll have to pay the hefty fee for it.  Fetch the banker and son, John.  We girls will be waiting for you boys in M1.”  Wanda giggled softly as John hurried out the door, his face filled with confusion and the crotch of his pants bulging, and then erased the audio and video that was on the newly installed thumb drive.

Chapter 3. Billy

            “Come in,” Wanda Maximoff instructed calmly as she heard a rap on the door to treatment room M1, and then watched as a balding male in his mid forties led his nineteen year old son into the room.  John, holding a set of release forms, brought up the rear.  “Take a seat on the guest chairs.  My name is Wanda Maximoff.  I’ll be providing the treatment you desire once you have signed the release forms.  You’ve met our orderly, John.  This is Dr. Carla, our medical physician, and her nurse, Liz.”  Wanda, sitting before the office desk, nodded first to the petite blonde and then the buxom Oriental girl standing on the far side of a rectangular restraining frame.  “Please introduce yourselves and, just for the record, tell me why you’re here.”

            “I’m William Eccles, the Third, and this is my son, William, the Fourth,” the balding male replied confidently as he made no attempt to hide his ogling as he grinned at Wanda from the nearest guest chair.  “We’re here to get Billy castrated.  We feel very lucky to have stumbled across your web page on the internet.  It’s not easy to find a professional castratrix these days.”

            “Well, if I can help, I am happy to do so,” Wanda replied matter-of-factly as she turned her attention to the rather handsome, but smallish, younger man after quickly taking, checking, and returning his driver’s license.  She hoped the brief pause as she held the identification card before the desk computer’s camera hadn’t been too obvious.  “Tell me, Billy, why do you want to get yourself castrated?  It is a procedure that, once done, can’t be undone.”

            “Uh…yeah…I know…I’ll be a eunuch for the rest of my life,” Billy acknowledged softly as he stared at the floor.  “Dad thought….  We thought…it would put an end to some…rather unhealthy…urges…I have.  It’s not like I’m likely to have kids anyhow, you know?”

            “What kind of urges, Billy?” Wanda pressed softly as she smiled reassuringly at the petite blue-eyed boy.  “If I’m going to give you proper treatment, I have to fully understand the problem I’m trying to rectify.”

            “Well…uh…I’m attracted to…sexually, you know…boys,” Billy admitted softly with obvious embarrassment.  “We think I’m…gay.  If people found out….  Well, people wouldn’t do business with dad’s bank…and he says it would…ruin…my life.”

            “I might point out that there are lots of successful gay men in America these days,” Wanda Maximoff replied in a calm easy tone, “but I’m sure you know that and have taken that into consideration, Billy.  There are also more than a few successful eunuchs living happily in the United States.  Your father obviously supports…obviously encourages…your choice in this matter, Billy.  What about your mother, any siblings, or significant others?”

            “Billy’s mother died a decade ago, Scarlet Witch,” Bill Eccles interjected with a frown on his face, “and he doesn’t have any siblings.  The only other person that matters is Billy’s step mom, Candy.  Candy was the one that found your web site.  She not only approves, but would be here watching if your policies permitted non-spousal family members of the opposite sex to do so.”

            “Candy is dad’s trophy wife,” Billy added while blushing badly.  “She’s only a few years older than I am.  We’re not avoiding the question, Scarlet Witch.  I’m between lovers…so this is a good time to….”  Billy began sobbing, unable to finish his sentence.

            “I understand, Billy,” Wanda stated in a calm even voice as she smiled reassuringly at the crying boy.  “I would be worried if you didn’t have mixed emotions regarding what we are considering doing, you and I.  Obviously, from what you said earlier, you know that, once I castrate you, you’ll not be able to father children of your own.  Do you also understand that, without the help of drugs, within a short period of time following castration, you won’t be able to achieve erection?  Your sexual desires will be ended!”

            “As Billy already told you, Scarlet Witch,” Bill interjected as he gently patted his son’s shoulder, “that is why we are here.  We want to put an end to his gay urges before anyone in the business community learns about him.  Don’t you think it would be easier on Billy if you just got on with his castration?”

            “I’m not trying to make this easy, Mr. Eccles,” Wanda chided softly with a stern look on her face.  “I must make sure that Billy truly wants the treatment you paid for, and understands the ramifications of getting it.  Once I’ve done that, I’ll make this a day Billy will remember…remember fondly…for the rest of his life.”

            “I understand the ramifications, Scarlet Witch,” Billy interjected as he watched his father begin to grow red-faced with anger, “and I want to get castrated.  I’ve done my homework.  Millions of men through the ages have been castrated…mostly against their will…on this planet.  I’ve visited the castration-related porn sites.  I’m pretty sure I might even enjoy getting it done to me.”

            Before Wanda could reply, there was a gentle knock on the door, and a lovely, very buxom young black girl stepped into the room, also wearing one of the sexy nurse’s costumes.  “Gentlemen, I believe you know Charlotte, my medical assistant who was acting as receptionist,” Wanda chortled softly as she took the additional set of forms the 20-year-old, curvy, short-haired girl held out.  “Thank you for putting these together on short notice, Charlotte.  While I’m not sure we will need them, it’s best to be prepared.  I believe you have some time before we expect our next patient?”  Wanda grinned as the dark-skinned girl with medium length ebony dreadlocks smiled and nodded enthusiastically.  “Good!  Then you can stay and assist.”

            “Now, where was I?” Wanda chirped softly as she smiled pleasantly at Billy.  “Oh, yes!  Billy, I will do my best to make your castration a most enjoyable experience.  However, I need to make sure you understand three important details.  Firstly, you won’t be given anything to dull the pain until the castration is completely behind you.  What we are about to do is going to hurt, regardless of castration method.  Secondly, I’m going to bring you to climax, after castration.  You’ll be shooting blanks when we’re done here.  Are you up to having sex with a woman…me…and do you think I’ll be able to make you ejaculate?  Finally, I need to make clear that both the sex and the castration will take place in full view of your father and my medical staff.  Are you comfortable with those three things?”

            “Scarlet Witch, I’d really be worried if you said it wasn’t going to hurt,” Billy replied in a quivering voice as he wiped the tears from his face.  “As for the sex…I may be gay…but I’m not dead.  Anyone would cum like a freight train while making love with a beautiful superheroine like you.  You’ll be naked, right?  I’ll get to see those huge knockers of yours…up close and personal, right?  I don’t care who watches.  More than likely, we’ll just make them jealous!”

            “Yes, I’ll be mostly naked, and yes, your father and my staff will most likely be jealous of the fun you and I will be having,” Wanda Maximoff chortled softly with laughter in her gold-flecked blue eyes while plucking the three forms John had brought in off of her desk.  “Okay!  I’m satisfied that you know what you’re doing, Billy.  Here is the consent form that gives me permission to remove your testicles and scrotum.  Just sign on the line flagged with the yellow sticky tape.”  Wanda smiled as Billy took the first consent form and pen from her and quickly scribbled his signature.

            As Wanda took the first form back from Billy, she handed him a second while stating matter-of-factly, “This form, the signing of which is mandatory for us to continue, gives us permission to use the organs or appendages we remove during any part of your treatment here as we see fit…even for profit and with your name associated with it.  If you’re not fine with that, we need to conclude our business now.”

            “That won’t be a problem, Scarlet Witch,” Billy replied with a nervous chuckle as he quickly signed the second form.  “Dad and I are aware that there’s going to be a ‘real-scrotum’ coin purse on the market with William Eccles, the Fourth, tattooed across one side.  Dad’s already got a cover story prepared if his business acquaintances find out.”  Wanda nodded with a pleasant smile on her face as she took the second form back from the young man, while wondering if the older Eccles would also have a cover story prepared to explain the video that would accompany the clothing accessory that would be made from Billy’s scrotum.  

“Finally, this form gives permission for the removal of your penis, Billy, and also stipulates that half of the fee your father paid for my services as a castratrix will be returned to him,” Wanda chortled softly as she held the third form out towards the younger male, enjoying the shock and horror that flooded into his blue eyes.  “Yes, I’m offering to put a ‘real-cock’ dildo on the market with William Eccles, the Fourth, tattooed down one side.  Are you up for getting a penectomy, Billy?  It’s not like your male appendage will be of any value to YOU, once I’ve removed your testicles.”

“Now, hold on a minute, Scarlet Witch,” Bill Eccles interjected before the obviously confused Billy could respond.  “I may be encouraging my boy to get his libido put in check, but I expect him to pee standing up like a man afterwards.  My boy’s cock is going to stay right where it is!”

“That’s not your call, is it, Mr. Eccles?” Wanda replied tersely as she stared at Billy with laughing eyes.  “If it’s peeing the next time like you did the last time you’re concerned with, Billy, that won’t be a problem.  We’ll provide you with a properly sized, hollow rubber prosthesis complete with a pee slit and painted to look like the real thing.  Most men at the urinal next to you won’t even realize it’s not flesh and blood you’re holding in your hand, fitted over your penis stump.  What do you say, Billy?  Will you show your father you’re your own man?  Let me confiscate the whole package.  Let’s properly emasculate you!”

“Yeah, and I’d be that much closer to getting a sex change operation, wouldn’t I, Scarlet Witch?” Billy observed with a nervous chuckle as he grinned at his father.  “Tempting, Miss Maximoff, but I think I’ll pass.  Let’s get on with my castration.  I can’t wait to rub my face in those big tits of yours!”

“And I can’t wait to feel you suckling on my rock hard nipples, Billy,” Wanda replied with a joyful giggle as she set the unsigned form atop the two signed consent forms.  “Go ahead and strip.  I want to watch how your penis reacts when I uncover my assets.  To be honest, I’m not at all convinced that you only play ball with boys, Billy.”

“Excuse me, Miss Maximoff,” Liz chirped softly with a quirky grin on her face as Billy kicked off his shoes and began unbuttoning his shirt, “but Mr. Eccles might not have read our policy book thoroughly enough.  As he hasn’t reached for his belt buckle, he might not realize that all males in the room have to have their male organs uncovered while the castration is taking place.  Van Dyne Enterprises is engaged in a clinical study of male reactions to ongoing castrations.  It will help them market your services as a castratrix.”

Wanda burst into laughter as John groaned grumpily, obviously realizing he was the true target of Liz’s jest, and William, the third, turned beat red with embarrassment.  “Thank you for reminding me, Liz,” Wanda quipped mischievously while looking apologetically at the older male.  “It really will help us understand castration psychology.  That’s why male staff are required to join male observers in participating in the clinical study.  I hope you gentlemen don’t mind.”  Wanda winked at John and gave him a look of encouragement.

“Miss Maximoff,” John interjected with a chuckle as he guessed the crimson-clad superheroine’s hint, “I’m sure Bill and I don’t mind exposing ourselves to you girls…so long as all of you girls have your assets on display as well.  If that’s not in the policy book, it should be!  What do you think, Bill?”

“I agree completely!” Bill Eccles replied enthusiastically with a wide grin on his face.  “In fact, I’ll complain when we’re done here if all four of you girl’s don’t strip.  However, to prove we’re good sports, we’ll go first, won’t we…John, wasn’t it?  Go ahead!  You first, Billy, as you’re the star of this show.” 

“Sure thing, dad,” Billy replied nervously as he stood, kicked his shoes under his chair and laid his shirt over the back of the chair.  He unbuckled and pushed his blue jeans down around his ankles before stepping out of them and laying them on the seat of his chair.  Then, while blushing badly, he pushed his boxers down around his ankles, stepped out of them, and laid them on his jeans.

Wanda worked hard to keep her best poker face and stifle a giggle.  Billy’s penis was the smallest penis she’d ever seen, and the scrotum under it was far from impressive.  The boy’s manhood was still flaccid, so it seemed obvious that he didn’t yet find the prospect of getting castrated arousing.  Wanda was counting on THAT to change.  She wasn’t going to end his sex life until Billy had experienced one last ejaculation!

Wanda turned her attention to the boy’s father, instructing, “There’s no need for you and John to strip completely, Bill.  Just open your shirt and drop pants and underwear around your ankles.  I want you to remain standing though, until I’ve completed Billy’s procedure.  I want to see if you find the prospect of castration arousing.  If you do…well, I’m always looking for new customers…seeing as this is a once and your done service I offer.”

“I can assure you that I do have castration fantasies, Scarlet Witch,” Bill replied as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt.  “In fact, Candy and I frequently role play such fantasies in bed.”  As the older male pushed his suit pants and briefs down around his ankles, Wanda was certain of two things.  Bill was Billy’s father, and really did find the idea of castration arousing.  Bill’s penis was about four inches long and not very thick, and was fully erect!  Thank God Billy hadn’t signed the third consent form!  Wanda wasn’t sure there would be much of a market for four-inch-long ‘real-cock’ dildos!

Wanda shook her head and then turned to look at John.  The orderly shrugged sheepishly before opening his uniform top and pushing his pants and briefs to the floor.  The crimson-clad Avenger chuckled softly as Bill and Billy stared at the orderly’s thick, erect ten-incher with envy.  She watched Billy’s member begin to swell as he stared at the handsome orderly’s package, and concluded the boy really was gay.  “Okay, Billy, while we girls strip, why don’t you go stand, facing your father, under the rectangular restraining frame centered against the far wall.  Whichever castration method we choose to employ, I’m going to need to have access to your testicles, and to make sure that you don’t.  That means your hands will be cuffed behind your back.  Do you have a preferred castration technique, Billy?”

Billy pulled his eyes away from John’s package to watch Charlotte and Liz unzip the fronts of their nurse’s costumes, and then let the skimpy garments drop to the floor.  Both girls then unhooked their brassieres, dropped them to the floor, and then pushed their hot pants down to their ankles.

As the black and Oriental girls stepped out of their hot pants, but retaining their long white stockings and red high heels, Carla grumbled softly, “Well this blows!  You do realize, Liz, that you’ve now set a precedent for future practice at this clinic.  From now on, everyone is going to be standing around naked while Wanda performs this procedure or that.”  The Doctor frowned before relenting and unzipping the front of her own sexy uniform and letting it drop.  Obviously, being nude on the videos being made of Wanda’s treatment didn’t bother Liz.  Carla quickly forced her own reservations regarding her own imminent porn star status to the back of her mind.  Then she made quick work of shedding her own brassiere and hot pants before picking up the garments and tossing them to Charlotte.  “You might as well collect all of the staff’s undergarments, including John’s briefs, and stick them in a drawer until it’s time to go home, Charlotte.  It will save time during each of the treatment sessions that follow.”

“Yes, Doctor,” the black girl replied with a giggle and then grinned as she deftly caught Liz’s brassiere before scooping up her own.  As she hurried over to stand in front of John as he pulled off his pants and then his underwear, the buxom Nubian quipped, “And thanks for assigning me this job, Doc!  I don’t mind the chance to get a closer look at John’s inseminator.  Damn, that’s a big hunk of man meat!  And really stiff, too!  Are you happy to see me, handsome, or excited to watch the upcoming castration?”

“A little of both, Charlotte,” John admitted with a sheepish look on his face.  “Damn, your tits are even bigger than Wanda’s!  What size? As for the castration…well we all probably took the job for the opportunity to watch Wanda do her thing.  What are you into?  Watching boys or watching girls take the chop?”

Charlotte chuckled jovially as she placed John’s hands on her huge breasts and asked, “With G-cup melons like these?  What do you think?  I’m here for the debreastings, but I reckon I’ll enjoy watching boys getting unmanned just fine too!”  To make her point the black girl bent and gave John’s manhood a firm tug with her right hand.  “Ah, damn!  And here I was hoping that was detachable!”

“Okay, let’s get back to business, people,” Wanda Maximoff declared sternly before turning to face Billy.  “Charlotte, go stand by Bill.  Carla and Liz, get the restraints ready!  Now…while I show off my assets…do answer my question, Billy.  How do you want to get castrated?  I have the equipment for virtually every castration technique ever invented somewhere in this facility.  What would make your castration fantasy come true?”  Wanda grinned as she unhooked her top and deftly tossed it to the side, careful not to cover any of the floor cameras.  Billy’s member began to swell immediately.  The boy’s four incher was jutting forward fully erect as she tossed the loincloth over to the top.  The question was, was the arousal due to her assets, or thoughts of the boy’s imminent castration.

“I really haven’t had castration fantasies, Scarlet Witch,” Billy replied with obvious nervousness.  “I think want to get it done as painlessly as possible.  I don’t really like being hurt!”

“For God’s sake, just sheep him, Scarlet Witch!” Bill interjected while mindlessly feeling up Charlotte’s breasts.  “That’s probably the least painful castration method anyhow!”

“Do you mean I should band Billy, or that I should use an elastrator on him?” Wanda asked softly and calmly.  “We have both types of equipment here, and I’ve experience using both.”  Wanda elected not to mention that her experience was with farm animals when she was a young gypsy.  “Both are initially relatively painless, but it takes hours for the castration to be fully realized.”

“I meant elastration, Scarlet Witch,” Bill Eccles replied while blushing badly.  “It won’t be very painful, son.  When Candy and I do our castration play, she puts a thick rubber band around the neck of my scrotum and loops it around me over and over until it’s so tight she has to cut it off when we’re done.  It cuts off the blood supply to the testicles…a sensation that makes me really horny.”

“If I use a Tri-bander to put an elastrator band around your scrotum, Billy,” Wanda Maximoff explained calmly to the wide-eyed boy before her, “the initial sensation will be like getting kicked in the gonads.  Like getting kneed in the nuts, the pain will go away fairly quickly, and then you’ll feel fine…maybe even get the horny sensation your father describes.  A few hours from now, though, your testicles will ache badly as they protest their slow death from their circulation being cut off.  We’ll have to leave you cuffed in an unused room until the end of the day while they die along with your scrotum below the band.  Then we’ll bring you back into the treatment room and cut the dead flesh and organs from between your legs…with a laser scalpel to cauterize the wound and prevent bleeding, I think.  Is that the treatment you desire?” 

“Yes, Scarlet Witch,” Billy replied in a quivering voice as he stared hungrily at the auburn-haired superheroine’s turgidly tipped D-cups, “I think so.  Actually, I don’t care how you do it as long as I get to play with those big jugs of yours before you cuff me.  I guess I’m not totally gay after all!”

“No, I guess you’re not,” Wanda agreed softly as she watched the miniature penis before her twitch as the boy ogled her breasts.  “That’s a good thing, seeing as I’m going to need to make you ejaculate several times.  Go ahead!  Spend a few moments working my girls over to your heart’s content!”  The big-breasted Avenger stepped forward to stand directly before the shivering boy centered under the restraining frame.  Wanda mewed as the boy began to tentatively tug at her turgid nipples and then moaned as he weighed her fleshy orbs, one in each hand while suckling first one and then the other.

Five minutes later, Billy huskily asked, “Can I play with your pussy now, Scarlet Witch?”

Wanda chuckled softly as she glanced back to see Bill staring at Billy’s hands on her breasts with obvious envy.  The buxom Avenger, as she returned her attention to the trembling boy before her, replied in her sexiest bedroom voice, “Go ahead and poke and prod all you want, Billy.  For a few minutes!  Soon, Liz will cuff your hands behind your back, and chain your ankles, widespread, to the restraint frame.  Then you’ll have to do your exploring with your mouth and face.  At least until I have the Tri-bander ready to go.  Then, as your father put it, I’m going to ‘sheep’ you.  When the initial pain from the banding fades, you’ll get a superheroine blow job before being sent to the private room until the end of the work day.”  Wanda laughed as the boy nodded and dropped to his knees.  Wanda cooed as she felt Billy’s left thumb on her swollen clitoris and several fingers slide into her vagina.

“Thank, you Carla,” Wanda hissed softly as the diminutive but shapely doctor handed her a pliers-like instrument and a little green rubber ring.  “I can tell you with all certainty.  I’m not the first girl Billy has played with.  He’s working my vulva like a well-tuned guitar!  Let’s see if I can concentrate enough to get this Tri-bander loaded.  Come closer, Bill.  I’ll show you the real-life basis for your castration role play.  Just take care not to touch me, or what happens next won’t be role play.  You have to be a patient to earn the right to do what Billy’s doing to me just now!”

“I can tell you with all honesty, Scarlet Witch,” Bill replied in a husky, needful voice as he shuffled forward with his pants around his ankles, “that I wish I WAS the patient just now.  Show me what you’ve got there.  Show me what you’re going to cure my boy with.”

“I’m not sure ‘cure’ is the word I’d use, Mr. Eccles,” Wanda replied with just a hint of disdain before continuing in her most professional tone as she held the castration tool before the father’s eyes “but, I assure you, this will get the job done.  This is a Tri-bander elastrator, a tool that is used to apply these little green elastrator rings, which are powerful latex elastic bands.”  Wanda giggled softly as she held out the small green ring in the palm of her hand, and then loaded the castration device as she explained what she was doing.  “You just slip a ring over the four metal posts at the tip of the elastrator, which in its current position looks like the closed tip of regular pliers.  However, note the rear-pointing-shallow-V-shaped components that are attached between the pliers’ handles, and the rods that run from them to the rear two posts at the elastrator tip.  As I squeeze the handles and force open what would be the jaws of the pliers, the front posts are pried apart sideways, and as the V-shaped components are forced together and the V deepens, the rear posts are pulled backwards as well as pried apart.”

Wanda groaned with disappointment as Liz forced Billy’s hands away from her vulva so that she could cuff them behind her back.  “Well that blows, doesn’t it Billy.  As soon as Liz has your ankles cuffed in a manner that gives me easy access to your scrotum, we’ll get on your castration.  Don’t worry!  I’ll let you bury your head in my breasts one last time before I take my knees.  In the meantime, I’ll finish showing your father the basis for his fantasy.  I’m hoping he’s really jealous of your own exploration of my superherione assets, Billy.  Jealous enough to put up another five thousand dollars to earn himself a castratrix patient’s privileges.”

“Just think about it, Bill, while you stare at your fantasy…all ready to go!”  Wanda pushed the tip of the compressed elastrator before the father’s face and chortled, “Just look at that!  The tiny little ring is now a fairly large square.  Just put a full scrotum through the center of the squared elastrator ring and use your fingernail to push the ring off the posts, and SNAP the testicles, scrotum, and spermatic cords are trapped inside a little tiny ring and being strangled of their blood supply.  The trapped flesh and organs will die in hours, shrivel in days, and fall away from a man’s body in a week or two.  Of course, as I explained to Billy, we’ll rush the process a little.  We’ll laser off the dead testicles and surrounding scrotum at the end of the day.  Are you up for that, Bill?  Billy is!  Now, move back to where you were, and give me room to work!”

“Tempting, Scarlet Witch,” William Eccles, the Third, replied hoarsely as he shuffled backwards while Liz pulled his son’s left foot outwards and cuffed his ankle to the restraining frame, “but I don’t think so.  Bury your face into those big tits, son.  It’s not every day a man gets to sample superheroine wares!”

“God, dad, these tits are so FIRM…despite their huge size!” Billy replied in a quivering voice as Liz pulled his right foot outward and cuffed it.  “Damn…I wish I’d liked girls…more.  Damn!  Let me suckle you a few more minutes, Scarlet Witch.”

“Just a few seconds, Billy,” Wanda corrected softly as she giggled at the boy’s enthusiastic suckling.  “We need to proceed with your treatment.  Then it will be my turn to suck, as I seek to give you the best fellatio you’ve ever imagined…superheroine fellatio.  There’s nothing comparable, I’ve been told.  Then we’ll see if your father doesn’t give into temptation.”

Billy continued with his breast pleasuring for another minute before pulling his face away, realizing the Scarlet Witch would soon make him stop anyhow, and rasped, “I hope you’re not exaggerating you big-breasted Avenger.  A man’s last cum should be his best cum, shouldn’t it?”

“Yes, Billy, it should,” Wanda acknowledged as she slowly sank to her knees, “and, I promise, your next cum will be heavenly.  Now, take a deep breath.  I told you this will hurt, remember?”

Billy, shivering with trepidation, watched the Scarlet Witch raise the tip of the loaded elastrator between his legs and felt her push one testicle at a time through the open square.  He felt his penis twitching with anticipation and his testicles tighten, seemingly seeking to retract from their position below the squared and stretched tiny elastic ring.  Billy held his breath as he watched the Scarlet Witch reach for his sack with her left hand and moaned slightly as he felt her verify both testicles were in the bottom of his smallish gonad pouch.  The buxom superheroine squeezed her hand as she circled the sack above his baby makers, and then pulled firmly downward.  The boy sensed movement as the Scarlet Witch rotated her thumb upward to push up on the stretched ring with her thumbnail.  There was a loud SNAP as the stretched ring slipped off the elastrator posts, and Billy gasped loudly in acute pain as the ring abruptly closed to encircle the apex of his scrotum. 

“SHIT!” Billy moaned as his knees buckled and he lost his air while Carla and Liz held him upright.  “Damn it!  You were right Scarlet Witch.  That really did feel like someone kicked me in the nuts with all their might!”

“That’s just your body’s way of telling your brain that it doesn’t like the prospect of its ability to reproduce coming to an end, Billy,” Wanda replied softly as she gently fingered two of the smallest testicles she had ever had her hands on.  “Not that there was much of a prospect of that happening in your case anyhow, right, Billy?  Just take a few deep breaths while you bury your face in my moneymakers again, Billy.  Then, tell me when you’re feeling horny again.  Don’t wait too long though.  I want to taste your semen before your testicles start dying, so I want to start my fellatio as soon as possible.”

Wanda stood and moaned softly as Billy returned to suckling her breasts.  A few minutes later, the boy pulled his head back and nodded, and the auburn-haired Avenger dropped back to her knees.  The Scarlet Witch groaned with disappointment as she forced her mouth over the small penis.  This might be more work than she hoped for.  She wasn’t going to able to get much penis lodged in her esophagus, given Billy’s small equipment, so she was going to have to alter her normal deep-throating routine.  Wanda gently sucked on the turgid shaft in her mouth, and then began pumping her face in and out over it.

“Oh, GOD, Scarlet Witch, that feels GREAT!” Billy chortled gleefully as his eyes rolled back in pleasure.  “Superheroines really are great cock suckers!  Face fuck me, Scarlet Witch!”

Wanda giggled around the pulsing shaft, before pushing her lips firmly forward, into the boy’s pubic hair while firmly holding Billy’s ass cheeks.  Ignoring the gag reflex as Billy’s spongy penis glans parted her tonsils, the Scarlet Witch spent a long minute running her tongue rapidly up and down the bottom of the boy’s penis shaft.  Wanda pulled her head back, and sucked hard as she twirled her tongue around the corona of Billy’s penis glans.  Wanda could already taste pre-cum leaking out of the boy’s meatus, so she quickly returned to bobbing her head, letting her lips run up and down the length of the boy’s shaft.  The Scarlet Witch felt the muscles of Billy’s cheeks under her hands clench, and pushed her head forward until the boy’s glans was once again pushing into her esophagus.

“Holy SHIT!” Billy cried out in ecstasy as he threw his head back.  “I’m cumming, Scarlet Witch.  I’m feeding a superheroine my sweet jism!  YESSSSsssssss!”

The Scarlet Witch felt hot stickiness flood into the back of her mouth and began swallowing desperately.  Billy’s grapes were producing a lot more semen than she expected!  Then, she let the weakening pulses of spurting liquid collect in her mouth.  Finally, as the spurts ended, she slid her tongue around the tiny penis to clean it, before standing.  Wanda opened her mouth to show Billy what remained of his semen, before turning to show Bill as well, and then swallowed.  She showed each male that her mouth was now empty, before chortling, “Superheroines always swallow.  How do you feel, Billy?”

“Like I’m in heaven, Scarlet Witch,” Billy replied softly with a wicked smile on his face.  “I’ll dream about doing this again for the rest of my life…even though in a few hours I know sex will be behind me.  Still, I’ll remember this day fondly.  I guess I get led to the spare room now, right?”

“That depends, Billy,” Wanda replied softly as she turned to face the boy’s father.  “Is there anything I can do for you, Bill?”

“Let me spend a few minutes playing with your big jugs…your pussy?” William Eccles, the Third, begged softly with desperate hope on his face.  “You don’t have to give me the blow job, Scarlet Witch.  Just let me touch you!”

“Sure, Bill,” Wanda replied with a wicked grin on her face.  “No problem, and you’ll get the fellatio too, Bill.  Just hand Charlotte your credit card, so she can charge another five thousand dollars to your account, and sign the two consent forms.”  Wanda was careful not to offer the penectomy discount!

“NO!” Bill cried as he shook his head slowly from side to side.  “Damn you Scarlet Witch!  Candy’s going to kill me for this!”  Wanda giggled triumphantly as the balding male stepped out of his suit pants and briefs, before retrieving the wallet in the pants’ pocket.  He quickly handed a card to the huge breasted black girl, before turning, leaning over the desk, and signing the two consent forms without further instruction.

Wanda grinned, first at Carla and then at Liz, as Charlotte rushed out of the room, and then turned to John to watch with great satisfaction as his monster manhood bounced and twitched.  “It’s all right, Bill,” Wanda pronounced softly as she stared into John’s eyes, “sometimes our libidos know exactly what’s best for us.  Many men come to the conclusion that castration…and sometimes more…is the best thing for them when the opportunity arises.  And only a fool turns his back on opportunity.  I don’t see any fools in this room.  Do you, Liz?  Do you, John?”  Wanda watched Liz shake her head as she stared at John while absentmindedly fingering her swollen love button, and then watched John stare down at his own twitching penis and shrug his shoulders.  Wanda Maximoff had learned well from a man named, Bill Jennings!

“Go ahead and take a seat, Billy,” Wanda chortled softly as she brought her attention back to matters at hand.  “Go ahead and stand where Billy is Bill.  Don’t worry!  You’ll get just as much time as Billy had to play with superheroine assets…once you’ve signed the credit card receipt.  Then the girls will cuff you, and I’ll band you with the elastrator ring.  You’ll get…like Billy did…the very best fellatio you’ve ever had…while knowing full well the band will strangle your babymakers until your testicles are quite dead.  This isn’t role play.  The band doesn’t come off.  The sack does, along with the oysters in it.  Is that clear?”

“Very, Scarlet Witch,” Bill Eccles replied in a quivering voice.  “I’m ready…eager even…to get started.  You are right, Avenger.  There aren’t any fools in this room.  Billy and I are going to remember this day with smiles on our faces for the rest of our days.”  Bill stepped quickly over to the restraining frame and turned to face his son.  A few minutes later, Charlotte had returned and the credit card receipt had been signed.

Wanda smiled with satisfaction as the balding male mauled her breasts before poking and prodding her sopping wet vulva.  She moaned softly as Bill did his best to force a climax upon her.  The Scarlet Witch let the banker grope her privates for a handful of minutes longer than she had given his son, while refusing to accept the orgasm he desperately sought to force upon her.  Finally, Wanda nodded to Liz, and the nurse cuffed the offending hands behind the balding man’s back.  While Liz spread and cuffed the banker’s ankles, the auburn-haired superheroine endured a furious oral assault on her turgidly tipped D-cups.  Then the Scarlet Witch stepped backwards, while Bill groaned with disappointment.

Wanda took a second small green ring from Carla, and loaded the powerful latex elastic band into the elastrator’s prongs with business end of the castration instrument in easy view of Bill’s terror-filled eyes.  The Scarlet Witch flashed the banker her friendliest smile as she sank to her knees and raised the elastrator upwards between the balding man’s legs.  As the widely stretched green elastic rose up to surround Bill’s scrotum that dangled below his twitching and bouncing penis, Wanda chided softly, “Careful, William Eccles, the Third, or you’ll splort before I get my mouth over you.  Are you ready for the sudden sharp squeeze?”

The Scarlet Witch watched the banker slowly nod as he took and held a deep breath.  Wanda carefully worked both testicles to the bottom of the scrotal sack with her left hand, before pressing her left thumb against the band at the nearest prong.  There was a loud SNAP as the elastic ring slid off the elastrator and sprang back to its normal shape and size, while the banker moaned in agony.  The Scarlet Witch stood and rubbed her breasts into the bawling man’s face for a few minutes, before finally asking, “Are you up for one last cum, Bill?”

Wanda Maximoff smiled with obvious satisfaction as the balding man nodded in silence.  The Scarlet Witch slowly knelt.  The renowned superheroine pushed her mouth over the twitching penis before her.  She sucked hard for ten seconds before William Eccles, the Third, began spewing warm sticky semen into the back of her mouth.  Again Wanda swallowed the initial blasts before letting her mouth fill with the ejaculate.  Once the balding banker had finished, Wanda stood and opened her mouth to show him his seed before making a show of swallowing.  The Scarlet Witch grinned and chortled, “Thanks for the meal, Bill and Billy.  Now you’ll be taken, still cuffed, to a quiet room until the end of our work day.  There’s a television there.  Just tell Charlotte which channel you want.  Later, when my other work is finished, you’ll be brought back to me, and I’ll confiscate my property from between you boys’ legs.  Thank you, boys, for letting me castrate you.”

The Scarlet Witch high-fived Carla and Liz as Charlotte led father and son out of the treatment room.  Then she turned to John, and quipped, “Do keep in mind, you well-hung stud, that THAT was one of the least interesting castration methods.  A good castration should be very quick…and very painful…and hopefully accompanied by a good penectomy.”  All three girls burst into laughter as the orderly’s manhood bounced upwards and a drop of pre-cum oozed from its meatus.  “Trust me!  I am a castratrix!  However, we’ll talk about that later, John.  Let’s get dressed!  Does anyone know what’s next?”

“Treatment room F3, Wanda,” Carla replied with a wicked smile on her face as she watched Wanda hit save on the computer and drop its thumb drive into a middle-sized stasis box on which she scribbled ‘Bill and Billy’.  “We have a group of college girls looking for a little edge play.  I think they are going to make Charlotte’s day.  You may get a kick out of it too, Liz, and John will get a much needed break from thinking about the obvious.”  The Scarlet Witch giggled gleefully as she loaded a new thumb drive into the USB port.  Wanda Maximoff just loved debreastings!     

Chapter 4. The Utes of Kappa Delta Sigma

              “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’” Wanda Maximoff chortled softly as an even dozen girls and four boys, all in their latest teens or early twenties, filed through the door that John held open and into the largest of the temporary clinic’s treatment rooms.  “I am Wanda, also known as Scarlet Witch of the Avengers.  My goodness, there are so many of you.  Let’s start by you telling me how you think I can help you, and then we can go from there.  Why are you here, folks?”

            “FOR DEBREASTINGS!” the gaggle of university students hollered enthusiastically, almost in unison, as they stared at the elevated stage at the back of the room with a variety of implements, restraining frames, and machines on it.

            “Oh, my!” Wanda responded with a widening grin as she looked out to the obviously awestruck group.  “All of you?  Fantastic!  My accountants are going to be thrilled.  I don’t know how this is going to work with you young men, but we’ll take your money and flatten your chests to the extent possible.”  Wanda smirked as the girls roared with laughter while the four boys stood wide-eyed with deer-in-headlights looks on their faces.  

            “Actually, Scarlet Witch, the guys are just here to watch” one of the older girls, a slightly plump short-haired redhead with blue eyes, clarified in an apologetic tone when the laughter finally died down.  “Also…well…uhm…at five thousand bucks a pop…the University of Utah chapter of Kappa Delta Sigma can only afford to pay for three double mastectomies.”

            “Yeah, and you don’t even want to know about some of the things we had to do to raise THAT fifteen thousand dollars, Miss Maximoff,” a tall, thin, short-haired black girl in the back of the gaggle called out, resulting in even more laughter.

            “Uhm, right, Jenna,” the plumpish and buxom short-haired redhead acknowledged as her face reddened, “she doesn’t want to know, and we don’t want to say.  Remember, I found a footnote in their example consent forms on the internet that stated treatments might be recorded, and that signing the consent forms gives Van Dyne Enterprises permission to use any such recordings as they saw fit, including for profit.  That means the video recording of THIS episode of ‘Girls Gone Wild’ that we’re about to make is sure to get leaked to the internet and brought to the attention of the Dean.  Watch what you say, people.  Sorry if we got your hopes up, Scarlet Witch, but three debreastings is all we can afford.  The good news is that the Utah State University chapter of our sorority will be here this afternoon, with about the same amount of funding, I think.”

            “My, someone has been delving into the fine print…and has a good head on her shoulders, too,” Wanda chirped softly as Liz whispered to a suddenly pallid John, and Charlotte slid into the room to stand beside the nurse while grinning like a Cheshire cat.  “Please, do not mention that fine print to any of my other prospective clients, Miss.  While such recordings will generally NOT end up on the internet, the POTENTIAL that their treatment session might be made public would scare more than a few customers away.  I take it you are the sorority chapter President?  What’s your name, and how do you propose to choose which girls get to be the balloon popping party entertainment?”

            “My name is Ruth, Scarlet Witch,” the redhead replied smugly, obviously pleased with Wanda’s compliment.  “I hope you don’t mind if we stick to first names only, what with this ending up on the internet and all.   As chapter President and a law school student, I felt I would have been remiss in my responsibilities if I hadn’t thoroughly examined the consent forms.  The sorority has already selected the three girls who will be undergoing treatment today.  While all of us were eager to have the double mastectomies performed on us, only six girls wanted the public debreastings badly enough to address the sorority and make the case for why they should be the chosen girls.  A selection committee consisting of sorority officers then ranked the six girls based on their presentations and the most logical selection criteria we could put together.  The winners don’t know who they are yet.  We thought you might like to see their reactions today, when they finally find out they are about to get their chests flattened.”

            “I think leaving the girls in the dark until the last minute was a great idea, Ruth,” Wanda acknowledged softly with a grin of satisfaction on her face.  “I like the idea of treating pleasantly surprised girls who haven’t had time to worry about a few awkward details…which I’ll talk about shortly.  I’ll also point out some options to increase the value you’ll get out of your sorority’s hard-earned money.  However, first I need to ask, how do these four very handsome guys fit into all this?”

            “I guess I should be the one to answer that question, Scarlet Witch,” a stunningly beautiful long-haired brown-eyed buxom blonde fidgeting next to a six-foot-tall blue-eyed boy with dark brown hair, the smallest of the four large young men, interjected with obvious nervousness.  “I’m Sally, and the hunky stud I’m standing next to is Paul, my boyfriend and the star quarterback of the Utah Ute’s football team.  As I’m one of the six girls who tried to make the case as to why I should be one of the three girls to benefit from our sorority’s fund raising drive for the debreasting event, and as I think I made a damn good argument, I thought Paul should know he might not have C-cups to play with anymore.  I told him the day before yesterday.  Last night Paul insisted on my letting him watch me take the chop…if I AM one of the lucky girls who gets selected…and well…he showed up with his starting guards and center just as we girls were about to jump into the cars to come here.”

            “I hope that’s all right, Miss Maximoff,” Paul broke in with a wide grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.  “I spent all day yesterday perusing your clinic’s website.  I saw the clause that non-spousal family members of the opposite sex can’t be present as the treatments are made, but didn’t see anything that prohibits non-family members of either sex from watching.  The guys and I thought watching Sally and her girlfriends getting treated like milked dry superheroines would be a real blast.”

            Wanda blushed badly as realized she was the target of the quarterback’s pointed jibe, and tersely spat, “Yes, I’m sure that it will be a real blast to watch, Paul.  I’ll have to give careful consideration to the idea of non-participants watching me carry out my treatments.  Do note, Ruth said all of the sorority girls volunteered to be debreasted, but, due to funding limitations, they could only choose three.  That means the whole sorority are participants.  Tell me, Paul, did you look through the entire website?  Did you note all of the procedures we offer at this clinic?”

            “Sorry about the milked dry comment, Scarlet Witch,” Paul apologized with a mortified look on his face.  “I wasn’t thinking.  Yes, I looked through all of the web pages.  I realize debreasting isn’t your main business as a castratrix, but I really hope you’ll let us guys watch.”

            “I’m sure we might be able to work something out, Paul,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly with a mischievous grin on her face.  “However, first we need to make sure that we really do have candidates willing to undergo double mastectomies.  Girls, I need to tell you that, while getting debreasted can be a very sensual sexual experience, it hurts like hell.  You’ll be given no anesthetics prior to the procedure, and only topical anesthetics and topical coagulants augmented by spot cauterization of particularly problematic blood vessels after your breasts have been removed.  Your wounds will receive no further treatment.  If you want skin grafts over the resulting chest scars, you’ll have to see a plastic surgeon later.  Once debreasted, you’ll be flat-chested for the rest of your lives, and, naturally, will lose the ability to produce milk after childbirth.  You don’t get do-overs!  That said, how many of you would still volunteer for the debreasting procedure if your sorority had the funds to make it possible?”

            The Scarlet Witch smiled from ear-to-ear as all twelve sorority girls raised their hands.  An exuberant Charlotte immediately raised hers behind them while hopping up and down in excitement, and, after nearly a minute of being egged on by John, Liz slowly raised her hand with a silly grin on her face.  Carla, setting up medical instruments at a tray table just beside the stairs leading to the raised stage, shook her head with a sheepish smile on her face.  “Well, it looks like we won’t have any trouble finding volunteers for our balloon popping party,” Wanda observed dryly as she looked back to the sorority girls.  “Why don’t some of you girls tell me why you think the double mastectomy procedure is right for you?  What gave you sorority girls the idea to raise money so that a few of you could be debreasted while the rest of your sisters watch?”

            “You did, Scarlet Witch,” a tall, long-haired black girl on the right side of the gaggle called out with a chuckle, “along with most every other superheroine in existence.  You made getting your tits knocked off look like fun, even when it wasn’t your choice to let that happen to you.”

            “Josie’s right, Miss Maximoff” Ruth jumped in with a giggle.  “You see, the sorority television set was on and the DVR already activated when Arcade’s broadcast from Dairy World suddenly replaced the regularly scheduled television broadcast.  Most of us watched the Dairy World broadcast from the moment where you, Wonder Woman, Storm, Huntress, and Batgirl got put into the milking stalls until you captured heroines finally managed to break free… all boobless.”

            “Paul watched at the sorority house with us,” Sally interjected softly with more than an undertone of pleading in her voice, “which is why the milked dry comment slipped out.  At first we were horrified at what we were seeing.  Almost all of us were bawling when Arcade and his henchmen took Batgirl’s boobies from her.  Then we watched how bravely Wonder Woman accepted debreasting, and we watched you embrace it and actually climax as your big D-cups dropped to the dairy floor.  From that point on, most every one of us cheered when one of you heroines took the chop.  Paul and I have re-watched the recording of your debreastings about a dozen times since that broadcast, and it really makes both of us horny every time we see it.  Please find a way to let the boys watch some of us try to emulate your courage.”

            “Of course, we’re going to try to emulate your courage WITHOUT the safety net that the tissue regenerator, which the Avengers had kept secret before dairy day, provided YOU superheroines, Scarlet Witch,” Josie chimed back in with a knowing look on her face.  “The news media said the alien device burned out and stopped working right after the last of Arcade’s victims got their tits restored.  Lucky for Arcade!  I’d imagine he’d be dead or worse, if not for that.  Lucky for you and your clinic, Scarlet Witch, AND for Kappa Delta Sigma…we sorority sisters all became debreasting fanatics as a result of Arcade’s dairy day broadcast.”

            “Actually, I was a debreasting fanatic before dairy day…which as you know actually occurred over a couple of days, Josie,” Wanda admitted without a hint of embarrassment.  “I still would be promoting the merits of a good debreasting if the Chulu nanogene tissue regenerator had failed before my D-cups had been restored.  I think it probably takes a debreasting fanatic to climax without any clitoral or vaginal stimulation under a falling guillotine blade.  Don’t worry, girls.  Those of you who get to be the balloon popping party entertainment will get put in the mood to take the chop with a superheroine tongue, and then you’ll get a vibrator in your vagina to bring you to climax just as you get your moneymakers poached.”

            “Is your alien tissue regenerator really broken, Scarlet Witch?” Ruth asked softly over the ongoing giggles as she waved for Josie to stop aggravating the Avenger.  “If you superheroines have to stop risking defeat at the hands of mean-minded supervillains, this world is going to be a much more dangerous place to grow up in.”

            “Yes, it’s really broken, Ruth,” Wanda Maximoff replied in a soft quivering voice.  “However, I promise that my friends and I will continue battling evil wherever it arises, despite any risks to our bodies, sexuality, or lives.”

            “Now that sounded like a prepared statement,” Jenna spat with obvious disbelief, taking over pain-in-the-ass duties for a properly chastised Josie.  “You couldn’t tell us the tissue regenerator wasn’t really broken, if it wasn’t really broken, could you, Scarlet Witch?”

            “No, Jenna, I suppose you’re right,” Wanda admitted with a sheepish grin on her face.  “I would probably have been ordered to state the device was broken, even if it wasn’t.  The general population isn’t ready for that kind of technology, what with an already problematic planetary population and the Chula device’s ability to extend life expectancy as well as repair damaged tissue, organs, and appendages.  Well, I think that is enough about me.  Let me bring my medical staff up here, introduce them, and show you some items from the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories and sex toys, before letting the boys know my conditions for their staying to watch the balloon popping party.”   

            After Carla had moved from her medical station to stand to Wanda’s right, and Liz, John, and Charlotte had lined up to face the gaggle of students to Wanda’s left, the Scarlet Witch nodded to Carla and announced, “This is Dr. Cummings.  Under my close supervision, Carla will be treating the wounds that will result from the body modification procedures some of you will soon undergo, and providing prescriptions for the pain medicine that will be needed after the procedures have been completed.  As many of you probably noted, she’s pretty sure she’s not up for getting herself debreasted.  Too bad!  She’ll miss out on a very memorable experience, and her lovely perfect-shaped B-cups will never end up in the “Secretely Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories.”  Carla folded her arms protectively over her chest while grinning sheepishly, before returning to the medical treatment station she had been getting ready. 

Over the polite giggles from the audience, Wanda nodded to Liz to her left and chuckled, “This Oriental beauty is Nurse Liz, who will be joining me in setting up the equipment needed for the various procedures I’m about to perform, helping make sure my patients are properly restrained for the treatment to proceed, and assisting Dr. Cummings in treating the patients, post-procedure.  Liz isn’t quite sure whether she’s got what it takes to be a debreasting fanatic yet.  With your help and John’s encouragement, I think she might find that she is, and go home a few pounds lighter at the end of the day.”  Wanda laughed as Liz blushed badly and stared at her feet while the university students cheered and applauded.

Wanda nodded to the left again, as she proclaimed, “Naturally, the handsome young man to Liz’s left is John, the clinic’s orderly.  John will be escorting the patients onto the stage when it is their turn to undergo their selected body modification procedure.  That includes not letting anyone change their mind once they’ve signed the consent forms.  Speaking of consent, I think John might have to leave something of himself behind to convince Liz to shed those pounds at the end of the day.”  The Scarlet Witch roared with laughter along with the students as John winced and cupped his hands in front of his groin.

Wanda nodded to the left again, and chortled jovially, “Finally, the huge-breasted girl with the lovely face and dark complexion is Charlotte, my medical assistant and receptionist.  Charlotte will help me market some of the items that are being, or soon will be, offered as part of the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of lingerie, clothing accessories, and sex toys, and then join most of you in watching the show.  When she interviewed for this job, Charlotte made a point of telling me that she had watched what Arcade did to me and my friends at Dairy World, and that she had found the debreastings to be a real turn on.  If I helped make Charlotte a debreasting fanatic, I am very pleased, so I wouldn’t worry about letting a few words slip, Paul.  I’m definitely counting on Charlotte to be a number of pounds lighter when she leaves the clinic at the end of the day.  Let’s hear it for Charlotte!”  Wanda laughed as the university students cheered wildly while the black girl grinned like a Cheshire cat.

    “Okay, let me show you boys and girls a few of the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ products that I’m really proud of, before finally relieving the apprehension four ‘running’ Utes are feeling as they worry about missing the show of a lifetime,” Wanda called out pleasantly once the gaggle’s cheering had quieted.  “We’ll skip the lingerie.  I spent several hours last night walking up and down the catwalk wearing various items from my line of mostly very revealing bedroom clothing.  Catch my fashion show around this time next year if you missed out.  Charlotte, if you would be so kind as to roll the marketing cart over here and pass me each item as I ask for it.”

The lovely Nubian grinned as she hurried over to one of the rear corners of the room and pushed a wheeled cart with a safe bolted to its top and a small tray filled with items below the safe, just above wheel level, over in front of the Scarlet Witch.  Charlotte made a point of looking away as the Avenger worked the safe’s combination lock.  Once the safe was opened, Wanda stepped to the side of the cart, and chirped, “Let’s start with some of the good stuff first, shall we, girls?   Charlotte, let’s show what Van Dyne Enterprises does with many of the harvests from really big-breasted girls, like you.  That would be the one in the safe with the attached strap.”

The room filled with giggles as the huge-breasted black girl made a show of lifting her huge melons under the skimpy nurse’s costume with the palms of her hands before pulling the familiar shaped object from the safe and holding it out to Wanda with a wicked grin on her face.

Wanda chuckled softly as she took the light-flesh-colored object from Charlotte and held it out by the strap so that the, unmistakably human, nipple dangled downwards, and chortled, “That’s right girls, the skins of D-cups or larger are usually tanned and turned into small ‘Real-Breast’ purses.  Note that the top of the purse, which was the base of a breast, is rimmed with sturdy cowhide leather, and that a zipper has been sewn into the leather rim, which the leather strap is also sewn into.  Human breasts are precious, on or off a girl’s chest, and the leather lining is meant to make the clothing accessory last forever, so long as it’s treated gently.  Note the tattooed words on one side of the bag, and the signature in ink on the other.  Here, Charlotte, take the purse over to the far side of the group and let each student examine it before passing it on, until it reaches the other side.”

Wanda giggled as Charlotte took the bag with trembling hands, read the tattoo with widened eyes, and then nervously took it over to the girl on the far side of the gaggle.  “Do treat that with respect girls, and please leave the zipper closed,” Wanda called out loudly over the rising din.  “There was no denying what happened at Dairy World, so we superheroines’ breast skins, our severed breasts having already been carefully hollowed by Arcade’s professional skinner, were delivered to Van Dyne Enterprises just as Arcade had planned.  My boss, best friend, and fellow Avenger, Janet Van Dyne, also known as the Wasp, saw to it that our breast skins were tanned intact and turned into women’s accessories, just as the agreement the company had made with Arcade stipulated.  However, rather than marketing the superheroine memorabilia, as Arcade had planned to do, Janet ate the manufacturing costs and held a random memorabilia drawing, which only those of us that had been Arcade’s victims could participate in.  I drew Power Girl during my first-round drawing.  That’s the Kryptonian’s left D-cup skin, as the tattoo indicates.  Karen, or Kara, rather, was a good sport about it, and autographed the memorabilia of a really bad day.”   

The Scarlet Witch waited a few moments for the purse to be passed from one student to the next, including the boys, before asking, “Could you retrieve that priceless purse for me, Liz.  Go ahead and show it to John, and then bring it to me so that I can put it away.”  Wanda chuckled softly at the stupefied look on the nurse’s face as she examined the Kryptonian trophy, and then showed it to a grinning John as he gently groped her C-cups through the sexy nurse’s costume while he teased her.  Wanda giggled as a more-than-a-little-bit intimidated Liz stepped away from John and hurried over to pass the purse to Wanda, who then passed it to Charlotte to be put back in the safe.

“Yeah, that’s right, Charlotte,” Wanda chirped joyfully as the young Nubian tentatively showed her what she was going to pull out of the safe next, “let’s show these students what the smaller breasts that are harvested get turned into after being tanned into the softest, smoothest leather in existence.”  Wanda grinned as she took the empty conical bag from Charlotte and held it out to dangle from a leather lace, once again with an unmistakably human nipple at its lower terminus.  “Most C-cups or smaller end up being made into ‘Real-Breast’ makeup bags like this one.  Once again the upper edge of the bag, what would have been the base of the breast when attached to the girl who donated it, is rimmed with sturdy cowhide leather, but in this case, instead of a zipper, the cowhide leather rim of the makeup bag is given a series metal eyelets, through which a sturdy cowhide leather lace is threaded as a drawstring.  Note again the tattooed words on one side of the bag, just below the eyelets.”

Wanda handed the bag to Charlotte, watched her grin as she read the tattoo, and then hurry over to pass it to the girl at the far side of the group of students.  “That was Shadowcat of the X-Men’s right B-cup,” Wanda chirped gleefully as the bag began to be examined and passed among the students.  “Once again, go ahead and feel how smooth and silky the girl leather feels, but please don’t play with the drawstring.  That superheroine memorabilia is invaluable.  I won that with my second and final try in the drawing.  I expect to hook up with Kitty Pryde soon to get her to autograph it.  Now, one point I want to make is that, in this case, size doesn’t matter, because they’ll just turn your breast skins into the clothing accessories that make sense.  Really small breasts might become ‘Real-Breast’ coin purses, similar to what castrated men’s scrotums get turned into…sorry I don’t have an example of those male-derived clothing accessories with me today.  I do, however, have a pair of really small testicle bags in one of the waiting rooms being strangled by elastrator rings…yeah, really small…they’ll likely end up as a matched pair of ‘Real-Scrotum’ pill pouches.”

Wanda grinned as the girls giggled while the four male students squirmed until the makeup bag finally reached them.  When the Shadowcat trophy finally reached the end of the line, Liz retrieved it without being told before once again examining it while John gently groped and teased her.  As the Oriental nurse started towards her, Wanda chided teasingly, “Yeah, Liz, I’m thinking that’s the future for your pretty C-cups…if John gets his way.  Don’t worry though!  It’s going to soon be your turn to tease him.  Let him return the next article from my lineup of goodies to me.”  Liz’s eyes lit up at Wanda’s revelation and she grinned with anticipation.  “Patience though!  I have something else to show the girls first.”

“Okay, ladies, all of you said you wanted to undergo my breast reduction therapy,” the crimson-clad Avenger chortled gleefully, “so I’ll assume you all want to see what I have to show you next, although it may be a while before some of you get to undergo YOUR double mastectomies.  In many situations, girls, you are going to want to flaunt your breastless status.  I think your boyfriends…or girlfriends…are going to be awed by the courage you exhibited when you decided to allow yourselves to be debreasted, and are going to find your breastlessness a real turn on when it comes to having sex.  Most of your female friends will be truly envious…at least until they’ve undergone their own debreastings.” 

Wanda paused and nodded to the lower bin as she winked to Charlotte, before continuing with, “However, there will be some situations where you might want to keep your breastless status from being completely obvious.  For those situations, we’ve added the ‘Surely They’re Real’ breast brassiere to the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories.”  Wanda grinned as her Nubian aid passed her the lacy undergarment from the tray below the safe.  As she held the garment out by the straps with the cups over her own costume-covered big breasts, she continued with, “Believe me, even if you get groped, most men…or women…won’t be able to tell you weren’t born with the simulated moneymakers filling these frilly cups.  Now, I will say, while we do market cups of all sizes, I do think you all would be smart to go with B-cups, or even A-cups.  Part of getting debreasted is getting rid of breast-size envy, isn’t it?” 

The auburn-haired Avenger grinned as the female students giggled nervously, before announcing enthusiastically, “Now, let’s talk about boys, shall we?” Wanda grinned from ear-to-ear as the girls giggled and applauded while the men in the room suddenly paid her their full attention.  “I brought up the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of ‘Real-Scrotum’ coin purses and pill pouches earlier, but the highlight of the items we manufacture from what we harvest from willing men isn’t sold in our line of clothing accessories, they’re sold in our line of ‘Secretly Scarlet’ sex toys.  Charlotte, could you hand me the final item from the safe?”

The room was filled with gasps and oohs and ahs as Charlotte passed Wanda the large phallus-shaped object, while the faces of the five men in the room paled as they stared at the familiar shape with disbelief.  “This, ladies, is a ‘Real-Cock’ dildo, originally manufactured post-harvest by the Authenticock Real-Cock dildo factory, now a subsidiary of Van Dyne Enterprises,” Wanda chirped jovially as she held the dildo up for the students to see.  “As you can see, it’s been preserved via a special tanning process, and this particular member has been turned into a strap-on complete with a full ‘Real-scrotum’ sack at the back that causes the phallus to release faux semen when it’s squeezed.  The rubber capsules in the sack, which can be refilled via a syringe hole in the base of the dildo, were even sized and shaped to exactly mimic the testicles harvested from the male who traded his package in exchange for the privilege of watching some rather special entertainment.  When the capsules are squeezed, the dildo squirts the faux semen out of the meatus…presumably up the urethra.  Isn’t THAT cool?”

            The Scarlet Witch laughed as the female student’s giggled and clapped while the male students squirmed and frowned.  Wanda turned and winked as she handed the phallus to Charlotte.  The dark-skinned girl grinned from ear-to-ear as she spent a few seconds carefully examining the sex toy, before skipping over to the eager looking female student at the far edge of the gaggle.  As Charlotte passed the girl the strap-on, Wanda called out loudly, “Now be careful with that, people.  THAT isn’t mine…a friend loaned it to me for marketing purposes.  Leave the straps buckled and DO NOT squeeze the scrotum.  Just take a careful look at it and note how it still feels just exactly like the penis it was.  Now, one obvious thing you’ll notice is that it doesn’t have the donor’s name tattooed down the side of it.  The Authenticock factory didn’t do that prior to being purchased by Van Dyne Enterprises.  They do now!”

            “Well…uhm…whose penis is it…uhm…I mean…was it, Scarlet Witch?” Ruth asked softly with a flushed look on her face.  “How did your friend…uhm…get it?”

            Wanda grinned as she chortled gleefully, “That nice thick nine-incher…well, eight-and-a-half-incher now…etiquette demands you leave a stump for reasons I’ll explain shortly…and the scrotum filled with goose-egg-sized testicles were simultaneously guillotined from a very famous superhero by a very famous superheroine.  Not me…but I was watching!  She did it after performing fellatio on him as he stood with his penis and testicles trapped on the wrong side of the lunettes until he began ejaculating…at which point she released the guillotine blade.  He was still spewing semen from his penis stump while his severed penis, banded near its base to keep it engorged with blood and thus maintain its stiffness, and testicle sack slid down a metal ramp into a metal bowl.  The superhero admits to this day that he had never cum so hard and so long in his life as he did that day behind a penis guillotine.  Sorry, I can’t tell you who got the chop or who did the chopping!  They made me promise not to in exchange for the privilege of watching.”  

  Wanda paused her presentation to enjoy watching the mixture of bemusement and bewilderment on the female students’ faces as the strap-on slowly made its way to the other side of the gaggle.  The auburn-haired superheroine chuckled softly as Paul shook his head and stared at the floor as Sally offered him the preserved penis.  Sally giggled as the guards and center did the same, and passed it to the next closest girl. 

“Could you please retrieve my friend’s sex toy, John?” Wanda called out softly as the strap-on finally reached the last girl on the other side of the group of university students.  “Let Liz have a good look at the ‘Real-Cock’ dildo before you bring it to me.”  The crimson-clad Avenger chuckled even louder as John nodded nervously before stepping forward to take the tanned penis in trembling hands.  The orderly quickly handed the phallus to Liz, who spent a full minute examining the sex toy while whispering to John.  Then the sexy nurse reached down and gave John’s more-than-adequate package a gentle squeeze through his pants as she grinned a wicked grin, and held the dildo back out to the orderly.  The orderly was visibly shaken as he hurried over to Wanda and passed her the superhero trophy.  John, relieved that Wanda hadn’t taken the opportunity to tease him herself, rushed back to Liz’s side.

“I told you ladies that size doesn’t matter when it comes to harvested breasts,” Wanda called out loudly as she returned her attention to the students.  “Your breasts…those of you who are lucky enough to undergo the debreasting procedure in a few minutes…are made into whatever ‘Real-Breast’ clothing accessory that makes sense to our manufacturing unit.  ‘Real-Breast’ wineskins, purses, make-up bags, and coin purses all sell for pretty much the same price…unless the name tattooed on the side has celebrity status.” 

Wanda focused her attention on the men in the room as she continued with, ‘Real-Cock’ dildos, on the other hand, are priced differentially based on length, thickness, celebrity status of the donator, and, of course, complexity of the dildo.  This sex toy could bring a fortune on the open market.  As sex toys, the ‘Real-Cock’ dildos work really well, too.  I’m not a girls’ kind of girl, but I’ve let this strap-on’s owner bring me to climax with it on several occasions since its harvesting.  In fact, I’ll dare to say that this superhero cock has seen way more action since being harvested than it did in a lifetime before taking the chop.  If you want to, as the colloquialism goes, ‘dip your wick in a lot of pussy’, boys, come to me and I’ll fix you up!”  Wanda grinned as all of the men visibly winced and the girls cheered and giggled.

The Scarlet Witch waited several seconds before holding up her hand to call for silence, and then continued with, “To be fair, I need to admit that it will hurt like hell, boys, when I fix you up.  You won’t be numbed or given pain medication before treatment.  It will feel like a white hot poker has been applied to your penis when it gets severed from your groin, and it doesn’t hurt any less when I castrate you…regardless of the castration method I choose.  Still, I’ll guarantee you’ll remember your penectomy and gonadectomy fondly.  After superheroine fellatio you’ll have the longest and most powerful climax of your life.  Knowing full well that it will be the last time you’ll ejaculate, your body will empty every drop of seed possible in response to mother nature’s call to somehow find something to impregnate and produce progeny.  All the wick dipping action your member will get afterwards is just an added bonus.”

Noting the sudden silence in the room as all eyes suddenly focused on the four football stars, Wanda continued with, “After the your emasculation, your wounds will be treated with the same topical anesthetics and topical coagulants that debreasted girls get, once again augmented by spot cauterization of particularly problematic blood vessels, particularly the penis stump’s dorsal artery and frequently the cavernous and anterior branches of the internal pudic artery as well.  A thin metal tube will be inserted into your urethra, where it must remain for at least several days as the penis stump heals, to maintain a working urinary tract.  As for your harvested testicles, we’ll tie thin plastic line around the severed spermatic cords and associated spermatic arteries and vas deferens, to act as tourniquets to stop the bleeding there, perhaps augmented by spot cauterization of the ends of the severed cords and any problem areas along the remnant of the severed scrotum.  The scrotal remnants will then be sutured together to close the wound, a prescription for pain medication issued, and our new penis-less eunuch will be sent away to continue his life.” 

As giggles and whispers erupted from the female students, Wanda turned to the four male students staring at the phallus in her hand with slackened jaws and deer-in-headlights looks on their faces, while she casually proclaimed, “Emasculation doesn’t change a man’s life all that much.  You can even still pee standing up.  I mentioned proper etiquette requires leaving a penis stump.  After emasculation, we’ll provide you with a properly sized, hollow rubber prosthesis complete with a pee slit and painted to match your skin tone and look like the real thing.  Most men at the urinal next to you won’t even realize it’s not flesh and blood you’re holding in your hand, fitted over your penis stump. Many such nullos thrive in society, finding the lack of sexual distraction beneficial to their careers.  I don’t see why football players couldn’t become superstars with those distractions behind them.  What do you think, Paul?”

“Huh…JEESE!” the handsome football player gasped as he struggled for any response at all to the smoking hot superheroine’s sordid inquiry.  Finally, he shakily admitted, “Yeah, well coach does claim that I let my love life get into my head too much during football season.  However, I’ve never agreed with him on that.  Besides, we aren’t here to play football.  What’s your point, Scarlet Witch?  How is this relevant to the balloon popping party?”

“Actually, we’re still talking about the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ products that I’m really proud of, Paul,” the Scarlet Witch chortled softly as she grinned at the quivering quarterback and his panic-stricken teammates.  “Still, I can’t help noticing that I’ve really got you boys’ attention right now.  That’s got me curious!  How many of you boys have read porn stories about men being turned into eunuchs?  Now be honest!  Raise your hands if you have.”  Wanda chuckled softly as all four football players raised their hands, and with Liz’s encouragement, John did as well.  “I thought so!  Lower your hand if you DID NOT get an erection as you read some of the eunuch-related stories.  Be truthful!”  Wanda laughed with obvious delight as the two hands that had started to drop went back up.  All five males were admitting that the thought of being turned into a eunuch was sexually stimulating to them. 

“Thanks, guys!” Wanda chirped triumphantly as she grinned with satisfaction.  “Well, it’s time to get back to the girls, isn’t it, Paul?”  The big-breasted Avenger chuckled softly as relief flooded across the football players’ faces, and then announced, “Before I tell you how your sorority can get the maximum bang for your buck with your upcoming balloon popping party, I need to mention one more item that will be sold as part of my ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories.  It is an item that becomes marketable as a direct result of one of the services I offer here at this clinic…very expensive necklace pendants, cored with severed clitorises, and inscribed with the name in gold inlay of the girl I harvested it from.  I perform clitoridectomies on willing patients using a declitting tube to stretch the girl penis out of its cavity so that I can behead the clitoris, that means the clitoral glans and as much clitoral shaft below the glans as possible, to get the pendant cores.  I collected nearly an inch-long girl penis from a patient earlier today, so the sexy jewelry will begin hitting the market soon!”

“Until you’ve had your love button stretched out of its cavity until it’s reached the limits of the organ’s tensile strength, you can’t possible understand how sexually sensual the experience is,” the Scarlet Witch chortled gleefully as it became the female students’ turn to squirm.  “Especially if you’ve been brought to the verge of climax by a superheroine’s tongue, before stretching’s onset, and knowing that your sexual center, now prevented from escaping back into its cavity by a small metal diaphragm choking the clitoral shaft at the apex of your vulva, will get excised from your vulva the second you climax.  Don’t worry, girls!  You will climax, as a small vibrator is inserted in your vagina or gently rubbed around your exposed girl penis.  Then you’ll hear a loud snap as, in mid climax, your clitoral shaft is severed just below the diaphragm, and the shaft below snaps back into its cavity while the severed girl penis drops away.  You’ll have the juiciest climax of your life, girls, despite the sensation of a white hot poker on your love button that will accompany the execution of your sex life.  Yeah, climax will be hard to achieve after your declitting, but not necessarily impossible.”

“Okay, girls,” Wanda Maximoff continued with obvious satisfaction as the girls in the gaggle whispered and squirmed while the boys, with bulging crotches, chuckled softly amongst themselves, “you get the same question the boys did.  Be just as honest as they were.  How many of you have read female castration porn stories on the internet?”  Wanda nodded slowly as she looked around the room.  Nearly three quarters of the girls in the room had their hands up, including Carla and Liz.  “Okay, then!  How many of you girls got wet…were sexually stimulated…by some of the declitting stories?”  Wanda shrugged her shoulders as half of the girls dropped their hands, including Carla.  “Be truthful now!” Wanda shrugged her shoulders again as only one sorority girl put her hand back up.

“Well, I see I have some educational work to do in that area,” Wanda chortled as she winked at Liz, whose hand WAS still up, and then carefully noted which of the students still had their hands raised.  On the positive side, Wanda noted that the girls’ leader, Ruth, still had her hand up.  “Okay, that does it for the sales pitch our marketing department asked me to make to any treatment sessions with fairly large groups of non-patients.  Unless anyone has a question about our line of products, it’s time to tell you girls how you can extend the balloon popping party without coming up with another five thousand dollars.”

“I have a question, Scarlet Witch,” Sally asked softly with a mischievous grin on her face as she dropped her upraised hand while Paul fingered the engorged tips of her breasts through her blouse.  “You showed us one half of Power Girl and Shadowcat’s racks…or what they were made into at least.  Who drew your humongous melons, and what were they made into?  Whoever the lucky superheroines were, they have to be pleased.  Your milk bags out-produced everyone else's…even Wonder Woman’s!”

“Just barely, Sally,” Wanda replied with a silly grin on her face and laughter in her gold-flecked blue eyes, “although there is no denying that I was proud of that fact to someone who has watched the tape of the Dairy World debacle as many times as you and Paul have.  Six of the superheroines that had been debreasted by Arcade declined to participate in the drawing, but also indicated that they didn’t mind if Janet used their memorabilia of a painful experience in her random drawing for the forced debreasting victims.  Rather than some of us getting to draw a third time, we remaining superheroines unanimously voted that Janet pick six sets of clothing accessories to sell to the public, just as Arcade had planned to do.  My ‘Real-Breast’ wineskins go on sale via the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories website next week, along with wineskins made from Wonder Woman, She-Hulk, and Starfire’s breast skins, and ‘Real-Breast’ make-up bags made from the skins of the Wasp and Supergirl’s C-cups.  They’ll probably set up some sort of auction, like EBAY does.  Thanks for asking, Sally.  You scored points for your cause!”                    

“Okay, girls,” Wanda called out in a pleasant professional tone as she turned away from Sally’s face as it lit up with a pretty smile, “I have a business that has set prices for my services.  Fifteen thousand dollars pays for my performing body modification treatments on three girls.  Ruth, it’s time to announce the three girls your sorority is choosing to spend your fund-raising-drive proceeds on.  As your name is called, girls, step forward with your identification in hand so that I can verify that you are old enough to sign the consent forms, and then form a line to my right.”

Ruth called out with sudden formality, “The selection committee made up of the sorority President, Vice President/President-elect, Treasurer, and Membership Chairperson selected three girls to receive the Scarlet Witch’s services based on criteria developed by the selection committee.  The initial thinning of candidates was based on individual initiative.  Only the six girls who publicly made a case for why they should be the ones debreasted utilizing the money raised in the sorority fund drive were given final consideration.  Of those six girls, we selected, in alphabetical order, Amanda, Josie, and Sally as the girls most deserving to benefit from the fund drive.”  There were three loud shrieks of joy accompanying Ruth’s announcement and one quieter gasp of disappointment. 

“Sorry, Toni!” Ruth continued as she shrugged her shoulders.  “You made a darn good pitch as to why we should choose you, but when you said you were concerned that you might panic and bolt when you finally got to see the guillotine blade up close…and you were being bold to assume the Scarlet Witch would use a guillotine as her tool…just because Arcade used one on her…we moved you to the back of the list.  Just for the record, everyone, the final two girls who made pitches to be chosen for double mastectomies, Jenna and myself, we’re disqualified as candidates for receiving the funding due to conflict of duty…being members of the selection committee as well as candidates for selection.  It’s all yours, Scarlet Witch.”

“Come on up, Amanda,” the Scarlet Witch commanded softly as she made a note of the disappointment now so obvious on Ruth and Jenna’s faces, and on the face of a buxom but  thin long-haired redhead standing near the edge of the gaggle.  Wanda smiled as the athletic looking hazel-eyed brunette with shoulder-length hair stepped out of the middle of the gaggle with joyful expectation beaming from her pretty face.  Wanda noted that the excited girl didn’t look to be especially buxom.  As she reached out and took the girl’s driver’s license, looked at it, and then held it before a small transparent plastic square in the front center of the marketing cart, she explained, “There’s a camera behind it.  The audience can stick with only having first names, but the balloon popping party entertainments’ identities have to be part of the recording being made by numerous cameras in the room.”

“No problem, Scarlet Witch,” Amanda replied softly in a quivering voice, “I’m just feeling thankful jubilation for being chosen.  I’ve dreamed of being debreasted ever since we all watched Arcade’s broadcast.  And to have my debreasting come at the hands of a very famous and exquisitely beautiful superheroine like you…well…well…this is going to be a BLAST!”

“Indeed it will, Amanda,” Wanda agreed with a wicked grin on her face, “for you, for me and my staff, and for your peers…and PERHAPS for four young men.  Now let’s get the required consent forms signed.  LISTEN UP, GIRLS, so I won’t have to repeat myself.  As she passed the brunette the first form, she explained, “Your signature on the line flagged with the yellow sticky tape gives permission for the removal of your breasts.  The method used and speed of your debreasting will be my choice.  Do you understand, Amanda?”

“Yes, Scarlet Witch!” Amanda spat back with a grin on her face, and then quickly signed and dated the consent form atop the safe with the pen Wanda had laid there.  “The fate of my tender titties are in your hands.  Whatever method you choose to murder them with is just fine with me!”  

“This form, the signing of which is mandatory for us to continue, gives us permission to use the organs or appendages we remove during any part of your treatment here as we see fit…even for profit and with your name associated with it,” Wanda continued jovially as she smiled at the brunette and pushed forward the second form.  “It also contains the clause that Ruth found that says we can make the recording, which we ARE making, of this balloon popping party available to the public and use it for profit.  You’ll likely earn some fans of your own a short time from now, Amanda…and hopefully create a new wave of debreasting fanatics.”

“That would be HOT, Miss Maximoff,” Amanda replied jovially as she signed the form.  “I’m sure I’ll be looking for debreasting videos to watch…even after I don’t have titties!” 

“I’m sure you will, Amanda,” the Scarlet Witch replied with a knowing look on her face as she laid a third form atop the safe.  “Here’s one final consent form I’m going to ask you to sign, Amanda.  This form gives me permission to alter your vulva…meaning female castration.  If you sign that form, I will declit you. It also stipulates that half of the fee your sorority paid for your double mastectomy will be returned and made available to fund another girl’s debreasting.  You can help Toni have HER dream come true too if you agree to be declitted while your sorority sisters watch.”  Wanda enjoyed the combination of horror and guilt that formed on Amanda’s face as she stood before the safe while contemplating a response.

            After a long pregnant pause, Amanda shook her head and gasped, “I can’t do it, Scarlet Witch.  It sounds a little bit interesting, but I’m just not ready to get my sex life terminated.”

            “Very well, for now,” Wanda replied in a calm professional tone.  “Please go stand besides Charlotte, Amanda.  Josie, please come up and hand me your identification.”  As the brunette stepped away and the tall, long-haired black girl stepped forward with her driver’s license held out, the crimson-clad superheroine took a good look.  Josie was also not particularly buxom.  Wanda took the card, glanced at it, held it before the camera and passed it back before asking, “Did you hear what I said about all three forms?”  As the girl nodded, Wanda placed the first form atop the safe.

            “Yep!” Josie affirmed as she quickly signed the consent form.  “I’m just fine with you detitting me any way you want, quickly or slowly.  Like I said, dairy day made debreasting fanatics out of all of us sorority sisters, most especially me!  I’m looking forward to a really big cum while my tits drop away.”   As Wanda took the first form and placed the second form on the safe, Josie quickly signed it while acknowledging, “I got no problem with you making my tits into make-up bags with my name on them.  I got no problem with becoming an unpaid porn star either.”  When the Scarlet Witch placed the third floor on the safe after collecting the second form, Josie spat, “No way in hell!  My next cum ain’t going to be my last cum!”

            Very well, for now, Josie,” Wanda replied softly without emotion.  “Please step over and stand beside Amanda.  Sally, bring me your identification.”  The auburn-haired superheroine gave the buxom blonde a friendly smile as the cheerleader pushed Paul’s hands off her breasts and hurried forward.  Wanda repeated her procedure with the offered driver’s license, before chirping, “I don’t take you as the stereotypical blonde, Sally, but I have to ask, did you understand my explanation of the three consent forms?”

            “Indeed, I did, Scarlet Witch,” Sally confirmed with obvious excitement in her brown eyes as she picked up the pen and held her hand out for the first consent form.  “This one,” she said with a chuckle as she took the form and began signing it, “gives you permission to hack my boobies from my chest any way you want, and as slowly or as quickly as you want.  Now saying and thinking about THAT is making me WET!  And this one,” again Sally chuckled as she exchanged forms with Wanda and began signing the second form, “says you can make and distribute, probably for profit, a video recording of my debreasting, just like your debreasting by Arcade was recorded, and sell my harvested C cup skins, most likely as ‘Real-Breast’ make-up bags.  I’m all for capitalism!”  As Sally handed the second form to the crimson-clad Avenger and was offered the third consent form, she shook her head and chortled softly, “While I admit the declitting stories on the internet, especially the probably nonfiction stories in your section of the Wizard’s Lair website, made me wet, Scarlet Witch, I’m going home with an intact vulva after I get my boobies wrecked.  Paul is going to fuck me silly while he fingers my flattened chest and makes me cum, and cum, and cum!”  

            “Very well, for now, Sally,” Wanda replied as she stacked the unsigned form with Sally’s two signed forms and giggles and chuckles filled the room.  “Please go over and stand beside Josie.  Toni, can you please step forward with your identification in hand?”

            “Are you going to do me pro bono, Scarlet Witch?” the buxom green-eyed redhead with hair that ran all the way down to her butt asked softly in a quivering voice as she handed her driver’s license to the exotically beautiful superheroine.  A sultry grin formed on Toni’s face as she watched her identification get placed before the marketing cart’s built in camera before being handed back to her, and she continued with, “I thought I’d blew my chances to get a proper deboobing…what with my fear of getting debreasted almost overwhelming my desire to give it a try.  I hope I don’t let you down and bolt, Scarlet Witch, when I finally get to look up at the guillotine blade with the breast lunettes right in front of me…assuming you ARE going to do me pro bono.”

            “No, Toni, I’m not going to ‘DO YOU’ without some sort of compensation for my services,” Wanda replied matter-of-factly as she stared into the buxom redhead’s hopeful eyes.  “I don’t think there’s much chance of survival instinct overwhelming the curiosity and sexual desire that led you to publically beg your sorority to pay for your debreasting, and I’m not going to pass on the chance to collect a set of D-cups if I can help it.  That means I’m going to try to get non-monetary compensation for my services.  I’ll tell you what, Toni!  If you let me harvest your clitoris and turn it into a necklace pendant core while I’m debreasting you, I’ll do my best to talk Amanda, Josie, or Sally into doing the same.  Their discount will pay for your treatment…two thousand five hundred dollars is the standard price for a combined debreasting and declitting.  What do you say?”

            “I’m sorry, Scarlet Witch,” Toni replied in a quivering voice and bitter disappointment on her face, “but I’m not up for getting my clit clipped.  Like the other girls, I want to enjoy my sex life for a few more years.  Even though boys seem to think I’m pretty hot, I haven’t put out very many times.  I’ve been concentrating on pre-med school…and…well…kind of waiting for mister right.  I wouldn’t mind an old fashioned marriage…minus my big boobs, of course.”

            “Well, that lets the officially designated balloon popping entertainment off the hook for being guilt tripped into female castration, doesn’t it Toni,” Wanda grumbled softly in obvious disappointment.  Then she smiled and admitted, “Well to tell the truth, there’s still hope for my harvesting your D-cups, my, perhaps temporarily, big-breasted hotty!  I was trying to play all my cards just right, and swing some deals to put all six of the sorority toastmasters in the balloon popping line-up.  It seems I’ll have to settle for what I can get, but I still think I can get to four sets of breasts to poach and turn into clothing accessories.  Go ahead and sign the consent forms as I pass them to you, while letting me know that you understand what your signing them means.  If I fail in my forthcoming negotiations, I’ll just tear them up, and you’ll go home disappointed!”

            Toni shivered with a mixture of dread and excited anticipation as she watched the sultry superheroine push the first consent form before her.  The buxom redhead picked up the pen from the top of the safe, pushed the ball point over the signature line, and paused.  Toni shivered visibly and glanced out to her sorority sisters, before admitting with an apologetic look on her face, “I want to take the chop, girls…I’m just afraid I can’t take the pain that comes with it…damn, damn, damn…oh what the hell!”  Toni quickly scribbled her signature and the date as she spat triumphantly, “By signing this, I give you permission to harvest my D-cups from my chest, Scarlet Witch, in whatever manner you choose to do so…and I’m agreeing to allow you to make the agony I’m going to feel while you wreck my chest last as long as you want.”

            The Scarlet Witch nodded silently as she took the first form from the buxom redhead, and pushed forward the second form.  Toni bent lower and carefully made sure Wanda hadn’t substituted the third form for the second, and then quickly signed and dated the consent form, as she acknowledged, “This form gives my consent to for your company to use my breast skins to make clothing accessories…or anything else they want, Scarlet Witch.  It also means I’m acknowledging that the digital recording of my debreasting can be used for marketing or entertainment purposes without any compensation to me.  Don’t bother offering me the third form.  Now we get to see how long it takes before I chicken out and bolt!”

            “Don’t worry, Toni,” the Scarlet Witch replied dryly with a grin of satisfaction on her face, “assuming that I can manage to get compensation for my services in your behalf, there isn’t any possibility that you’ll avoid a proper debreasting now.  John, come and escort Toni over to the end of the balloon popping party entertainment line.  Keep hold of her and make sure she doesn’t try to make a break for it while I try to swing a deal on her…no OUR…behalf.  Once I DO complete the deal, cuff her and escort Toni to the back of the debreasting guillotine in the center of the raised stage.  Toni’s D-cups will get the balloon popping party started with a bang…or rather a loud, wet, double plop…and her fear of bolting will be put out of her mind.” 

            Wanda chuckled at the odd mixture of panic and relief that formed on the redhead’s face as the auburn-haired heroine’s declaration sank into her muddled mind.  Resignation then replaced the mixed emotions as Toni suddenly felt John’s hands firmly grip the tops of her shoulders, and she was pushed down the lineup of designated entertainers.  “Thanks, Scarlet Witch,” Toni called back in a quivering voice.  “Surprisingly…perhaps…I AM hoping you’re…a good negotiator.”

            “If I’ve learned anything at all from a friend named Bill Jennings, Toni,” the Scarlet Witch replied jovially, “your hopes, my hopes, your sorority sisters’ hopes, and the hopes of four star football players will soon be fulfilled.  Oh, did I mention football players?” Wanda asked jovially as she played with the mushroom-shaped tip of the ‘Real-Cock’ dildo that she had yet to put away.  “I’m not sure non-participants should be allowed to watch my treatment sessions, boys.  But I’ll let your fellow university students decide, rather than blackmail you myself.”

Wanda locked eyes with the sorority President and winked as she declared sardonically, “Ruth, I don’t think your sorority should agree to let these boys watch your sisters provide us with sexually sordid entertainment, UNLESS they are willing to prove their desire to do so…just as an unnamed superhero proved to an unnamed superheroine that he should be allowed to watch some similarly sordid entertainment.  Ruth, don’t you think one or more of these boys should agree to give me what it takes to make a ‘Real-Cock’ dildo like this one.  Don’t you think we should end the impending balloon popping party with a real bang?  With one or more emasculations?”

“Why, yes, I do, Scarlet Witch” the slightly plump redhead agreed loudly with laughter in her blue eyes.  “If it was good enough for a superhero, it should be good enough for football players.  Let’s have one or more of you guys volunteer to get your package poached, Paul.  If you want to stay and watch Sally and the others getting themselves debreasted, that is.”

“Let’s skate, Paul,” the larger of the two dark-skinned guards urged as he watched his quarterback struggle for a response.  “Watching four girls getting their chests flattened isn’t worth castration and dick docking.”

As disappointment filled the quarterback’s face while he noted the other guard and redheaded center nod with agreement, Jenna called out with obvious disgust, “Don’t listen to Calvin.  Show some guts, guys!  You don’t need dicks and balls to play football.  One of you should take one for the team.  That way you all get to watch four debreastings, and then the rest of us get to watch one of you dudes get unmanned.  That’s fair, isn’t it?”

“Quiet, Jenna!” Paul called back in a quivering voice before turning his attention to his teammates.  “I want to watch Sally play milked dry superheroine, guys.  We’ve fantasized about this for weeks.  You’re my offensive line.  It’s your job to help me out.  One of you guys needs to decide to accept a life of celibacy!  I’ll buy whoever volunteers the car of their choice when I go pro!”

“There’s no way one of us is going to fall on THAT sword for you, dude,” Calvin spat angrily as he shook his head and the other linemen nodded in agreement.  “We want to watch too…but not THAT badly.  YOU volunteer, quarterback…or we’re leaving!”

“If it’s volunteering that’s the problem, I’ve got a proposal, guys,” Ruth interjected with a mischievous grin on her face.  “Why don’t you just draw straws, or cut cards, or whatever, to see who gets a penectomy and gonadectomy after watching four double mastectomies?  That way nobody can say you volunteered for emasculation, and no one can say that you bullied some other guy into taking the chops for you, so your consciences will be clear.  That’s a win-win for everyone, right?”

“That’s using your noggin, Ruth!” Jenna called out jovially.  “Show some balls, guys!  Have a drawing to see which of the four of you becomes a dickless eunuch while we all watch…after four debreastings natch…you’ll do Toni’s D-cups if one of the guys gives you the dildo parts right, Scarlet Witch?  Come on, fellahs!  Be men and take a chance.  Hell, there’s a seventy-five percent chance that you WON’T be the fellah that’s no longer a fellah!”

            “Yes, I’ll most certainly trade my services for both Toni and one of the boy’s treatments if I’m able to collect what I need to make another of these ‘Real-Cock’ dildos, Jenna,” the Scarlet Witch replied matter-of-factly in a calm clear voice.  “If it helps you boys decide whether to employ Ruth’s more than workable solution to your dilemma, Paul, I might mention that I have some purple and white rocks and a basket, just like on ‘Survivor’.  Whoever draws the purple rock gets free superheroine fellatio plus a very expensive body modification procedure?  Or are you going to chicken out, Paul, and let Sally’s dream come true without your support?”

            “What do you think, guys?” Paul asked softly as he huddled, literally, with his linemen.  “I really want to stay, and I think that a three out of four chance that I won’t have to pay the price for watching is pretty good odds.  What do you think, Jamal?  I’m betting we can talk Calvin into it if you and Ox agree to the drawing.”

            “Yeah, I’m in, QB,” the smaller, but still huge, dark-skin guard agreed with a smirk on his face, “if only to make sure all these pussies don’t think I’m a pussy.”

            “What about you, Ox?” Paul asked the tall muscular redhead in a pleading voice.  “Will you draw a rock with us?  Whoever pulls the purple rock embraces celibacy?”

            The center croaked nervously, “OH!  I don’t know, Paul.  I never win anything with drawings and that stuff.  I don’t think I want to be a dickless eunuch!”

            “Hell, Ox, you just said it yourself,” Paul pointed out with an encouraging tone.   “You never win at drawings, and it’s the winner of this drawing, the one that pulls the purple stone, that’s going to get the Scarlet Witch’s terminal blow job.  If you don’t think you can win, then you don’t need to worry about emasculation, right?”

            “Yeah, that makes sense, Paul,” Ox croaked a little more calmly.  “Okay, I guess I want to do the drawing.  Sally’s always been nice to me, so I don’t want us to hurt her feelings by leaving.”

            “Okay, Calvin,” Paul declared softly as he looked the larger guard in the eyes, “It’s up to you, bud.  Do we stay and watch one of us get unmanned…after watching a delightful debreasting exhibition…LIVE?  Or do we leave, and listen to everyone on campus rubbing our chickening out into our faces for the rest of the year?”

            “Hey, dude!” Calvin spat with obvious displeasure.  “We wouldn’t be the only ones that chickened out.  Every one of those pussies lined up over there declined to get their love buttons clipped off for our viewing pleasure.  I say a sorority sister agrees to let us watch her get declitted, or the drawings a no go.  If Sally wants you to stay so badly, maybe she’s the one who should get her sex life snipped!”

            “So you’re saying you’ll pull a rock if you get to watch a declitting, right, Calvin?” Paul asked softly and smiled nervously as the second guard reluctantly nodded.  “Okay, but I know it won’t be Sally.  We’ve talked about getting her declitted extensively, and she’s firmly against it…for now at least.  I’ve got an idea though.” 

Paul rose up and stepped away from his teammates to face the crimson-clad superheroine, and announced in calm clear voice, “We’ll let you harvest the dildo parts from whoever draws the purple rock, Scarlet Witch.  However, we’ll only do it if you’ll provide your services to one more girl.  One of the sorority sisters not already in the balloon popping party entertainment line will need to volunteer for sexual nullification.  One of the girls, say one of the debreasting fanatics that disqualified their candidacy for being in that lineup because they were on the selection committee should volunteer to be declitted as you make their debreasting fantasy a reality.  Will you add a fifth girl to your workload for the fifteen thousand dollars, her clit, five sets of breasts, and the male parts for a new dildo, Scarlet Witch?”

“Indeed, I will, Paul,” Wanda replied jovially as she nodded with obvious satisfaction on her face.  “Ruth, the boys have a point.  If one of you members of the selection committee steps up and signs all three consent forms, we’ll draw to see which of the boys gets to sign THEIR three consent forms, and get the entertainment started.  Do YOU want to show some leadership, do you want to talk Jenna into doing it, or do you want to solve the problem some other way?”

“Hold on, Scarlet Witch!” Ruth protested loudly as she felt the weight of the world suddenly thrust on her shoulders.  “We’re debreasting fanatics, not declitting fanatics.  I mean…I admit that the declitting stories on your section of the Wizard’s Lair website are a real turn on…especially the one with Batgirl being declitted by the drug lord…but I’m not going to voluntarily end my sex life so these boys can stay and watch OUR sorority get together.  I don’t care if we don’t watch a boy get unmanned.  That’s what I’ve got to say.  Jenna?”

“Same here, Ruth,” Jenna replied in a soft quivering voice.  “I think I’ll enjoy watching the emasculation if it happens…especially if Calvin pulls the purple stone.  However, I’m not going to volunteer to get my sex life killed.”

“Grow some balls, Jenna,” Calvin jeered loudly, “and step up to the plate.  You don’t need a clit to do whatever you’re going to school to do, and you already tried to get those mosquito bites you call tits under the knife, didn’t you?  If not you, then Ruth should step up.  Hell, you two could cut cards to see who’s added to the entertainment lineup.  Then you’d each have a fifty percent chance of going home whole.  In fact, all four girls making up the selection committee should throw your lots in with me and the guys.  Each of you pick one of us, and then you get the chop only if we do.  There’s a seventy-five percent chance of retaining your sex life then…just like us!”

“Oh, I’ve got really big balls, Calvin,” Jenna spat back angrily.  “Big enough balls to take away your last chance of walking out of this room without putting your package on the roulette wheel.  I’ll risk my sex life as part of the drawing you boys are about to make.  In fact, I’ll throw my lot in with you, Calvin.  You won’t enjoy watching me get sexually nullified, because watching that will mean you’re about to become a dickless eunuch!  Ruth?”

“If all four officers agree to do it with us, Jenna, I guess so,” Ruth replied in a quaking voice with a pallid face.  “Mariah?”

“I’m in,” a long-raven-haired Latino replied softly from the middle of the gaggle, just behind the boys.  “Just don’t ask me to be a sorority officer next year.  Being treasurer during this year’s debreasting day fund drive was bad enough without being bullied into risking nullification.  Jamal will be my avatar.  I’ve heard he’s a lucky bastard!”

“Kimmie?” Ruth called out hoarsely with nervous trepidation slowly creeping across her own face.  “Are we going to…do this?”

“Looks like it, Ruth,” a slim long-haired Oriental girl on the other side of the gaggle replied with a crestfallen look on her face.  “I’m not going to be the party pooper.  I’ll pair with Paul.  Quaterbacks always make it through these things unscathed, don’t they?”

“Yes, it seems like it, Kimmie,” Ruth replied with bitter resignation in her voice and defeat in her watery blue eyes.  “That means my own fate is in Ox’s hands.  Whatever you do, DO NOT draw the purple stone, big guy.  What now, Scarlet Witch?”

“Everybody strip!” the Scarlet Witch declared loudly and jubilantly as she placed the ‘Real-Cock’ dildo into the safe with the ‘Real-Breast’ purse and make-up bag, closed the safe’s door, and gave the combination lock a random spin.  “You’re going to want to be naked when the entertainment starts.  Most of you will be sitting on the floor playing with yourselves…or each other…when it starts to rain sex organs and sexy appendages.”  The room was filled with nervous giggles as clothes began dropping to the floor. 

Wanda stared with great satisfaction out to the excited gaggle of nude students sitting on their clothing piles on the floor staring out at the line of balloon popping party entertainment to her right, and the four pairs of mixed gender who would soon drawing the white or purple rocks the auburn-haired Avenger had just placed in a small basket to her left.  She was certain every one of the university students was looking forward to the upcoming debreastings with relish.  The Scarlet Witch hardly believed that this was happening in the 21^st Century.

Not all of the stares were focused on the selected or prospective entertainment, however.  Wanda’s bikini-like top and loincloth were atop the safe that Charlotte had wheeled away and was now chaining to the corner of the large room, leaving the Avenger wearing only boots, long fashion gloves, and her trademark double-pointed tiara, all crimson in color.  The Scarlet Witch’s huge perfect-shaped D-cups with turgidly tipped brownish-pink areolae, clean-shaven pubic mound, tight muscular ass cheeks, and exposed vulva were getting plenty of ogling from both boys and girls.

Wanda was very pleased that Carla, Liz, and Charlotte had shed their sexy nurses costumes, save the shoes and long stockings, without being told.  John was just finishing ditching his short-sleeved orderly scrubs, having been delayed in his undressing as he maintained his grip on Toni while she, like the other three girls who had already signed consent forms, stripped and piled her clothes before her.  Liz had thoughtfully taken charge of the long-haired redhead when she herself had finished stripping, obviously eager to get the orderly nude again; the nurse was now staring intently at John’s rock-hard erection as his loose pants dropped to his ankles, while firmly clutching Toni’s upper right arm.  The Oriental girl’s turgidly tipped C-cups told Wanda Liz liked what she was seeing.

“All right, boys and girls, now that everyone is wearing little more than their birthday suits, let’s get the drawing behind us and on with the balloon popping party,” the Scarlet Witch called out loudly to end the giggles and whispers buzzing through the room.  “Soon there will be only two empty piles of clothing out there in the audience, instead of eight.  Liz, could you bring two pairs of handcuffs, please.  The couple that pulls the purple stone to make this a balloon popping PLUS party will have their hands cuffed behind their backs immediately after they’ve each signed three consent forms.  There will be no diddling or jacking on their part while THEY watch these other four girls getting double mastectomies.  The rest of you can do whatever you fancy to yourself or, with consent, each other, so long as you all leave the lucky couple alone.  I want them good and horny so that they can have really, REALLY intense last climaxes ever!”

The Scarlet Witch smiled as the audience had the decorum to keep the response to the big-breasted Avenger’s decree limited to whispers and giggles, and lifted the bucket high as she stepped towards the line of at-risk couples and instructed sternly, “As I step before you the male of the pair is to reach into the basket and take one and only one stone.  You are to clutch the stone tightly in your fist, and keep the fist closed until I tell you otherwise.  If I see you peeking, I will declare you the lucky couple…meaning you and the girl who chose you to be her avatar will be the ones getting sexually nullified.  The drawing will not be rushed, and the audience’s anticipation and your own anxiety will no doubt be raised as you each see me assessing the assets I soon may be confiscating.”

Wanda stepped before Paul and Kimmie and patiently waited while Paul fingered several of the stones in the bucket  before finally pulling his tightly clenched fist back down to hold it in front of him where everyone could see it was closed.  “I feel good about this, Kimmie,” Paul declared confidently, evidently having placed himself and the Oriental girl where he would have to make the first drawing in an attempt to show leadership to his teammates. 

Wanda had to admit the well-muscled six-foot-tall blue-eyed dark-brown-haired quarterback was extremely handsome, a good match for Sally’s stunning beauty, and he didn’t have any reason to be embarrassed with his pants off either!  Paul’s circumcised penis, fully erect with all of the nude girls in sight if not due to the prospect of execution, was a respectable eight-incher and about an inch-and-a-half thick with a medium-sized, full looking scrotum underneath it; likely filled with goose-egg sized testicles, Wanda guessed. 

The slim long-haired Oriental girl with the quarterback was very pretty, though not as beauteous as Liz let alone Sally; Kimmie’s swooping B-cups were tipped with medium-sized turgid nipples on small pinkish-brown areolae despite the crestfallen look still on her face.  The sorority’s Membership Chairperson’s vulva below a pretty landing strip was attractive and exhibited moist looking inner lips, but Wanda couldn’t detect whether or not the clitoris at the apex of the vulva was becoming swollen as Kimmie considered the prospect of female castration.

The Scarlet Witch stepped sideways to stand before Ox and Ruth, and smiled sheepishly at the sorority President, as Ox gulped nervously before silently snatching a pebble from the basket before and above his head.  The center shuffled his feet with anxiety as he watched the sultry superheroine’s gaze focus on his crotch.  Wanda licked her lips as she stared at the heavily muscled, rugged looking redheaded brown-eyed center’s partially erect two-inch-thick nine-inch-long circumcised manhood with a huge scrotum underneath it; the sultry superheroine wouldn’t be a bit surprised if the bulges in the testicle sack were being made by tennis-ball sized baby makers.

Turning her attention to the slightly plump blue-eyed short-haired redhead who was fidgeting nervously before her, Wanda was pleasantly surprised.  Ruth was carrying huge slightly droopy double-D cup breasts on her chest with nice thick fully erect nipples standing out from the center of very large brownish-pink areolae.  The sorority President must have been extremely impressed with Arcade’s broadcast!  Given Ruth’s rather plain looking face, the huge breasts she had lobbied—successfully lobbied, if Ox held the purple stone—to have sliced from her chest would be her most attractive feature when it came to luring lovers to her bed.  Below the soft-bodied girl’s clean-shaven pubic mound, moist and puffy labia minora protruded from a lovely vulva which exhibited at its apex a very erect clitoral glans just begging to take the chop.  Wanda guessed Ruth was rather more of a fan of declitting stories than she had admitted.

The Scarlet Witch stepped sideways to stand in front of Calvin and Jenna and chuckled as the huge, muscular but still soft-looking, guard with very short hair and a handsome face, reached up into the basked and spat, “Look all you want, white girl, but if you think you’re gonna be taking my man meat home with you, you’ve been smoking too much weed.”  As Calvin pulled his tightly clenched fist out of the basket and held it in front of him, he continued with, “This here’s a white stone, which means my tiny titted sister, here, is safe too!”

“We’ll all know if that’s true in a minute, won’t we, Calvin?” Wanda Maximoff chided softly as she made her stare very obvious as she dropped her eyes to the huge guard’s crotch.  Laughter filled the big-breasted superheroine’s eyes as she took in the partially erect seven-and-a-half-inch-long one-and-a-half-inch thick uncircumcised penis.  While above average in length, the dark-skinned penis was shorter than Wanda was hoping for based on the male’s size.  On the plus side, the testicle sack below the manhood would make a very big coin purse.  Based on the lack of bulges in the sack, the auburn-haired beauty, guessed that Calvin was carrying hens-egg-sized testicles, and perhaps even only walnut-sized.  Wanda shrugged her shoulders; if Calvin was the man to get her tender attention, at least his oysters would dwarf the grapes she had strangling to death in the other room.

Turning her attention to Jenna, the Scarlet Witch could see that Calvin’s teasing with respect to her assets was justified.  The tall, thin, short-haired black girl, shivering with apprehension under Wanda’s intense gaze, sported the least impressive A-cups the mutant/witch had ever seen.  While Jenna’s nipples were thick and very turgid, her brownish areolae were very small.  Wanda doubted she could get much of the black girl’s breasts under a guillotine blade, and was fearful the small appendages would slip out if she tried to trap them with loops of razor wire.  No, if Calvin won the drawing, the Scarlet Witch decided she would forgo the ‘Real-Breast’ coin purses Jenna had to offer, and use a breast ripper to remove the tiny A-cups.  The vulva below Jenna’s hairy pubic mound exhibited labia minora that looked moist and puffy and were much lighter in color than the labia majora that surrounded them.  Wanda couldn’t see a protruding clitoral glans at the apex of the vulva.  Wanda didn’t think Jenna was looking forward to a nice declitting.

Wanda stepped sideways one final time to stand before Jamal and Mariah, and watched as the lean very muscular guard calmly and silently took the final stone out of the upraised basket and lowered his tightly clenched hand to chest level.  Jamal also sported short curly hair like his friend, Calvin, and his brown eyes were darker than the larger guard’s.  Wanda giggled at the smirk on Jamal’s face as he locked eyes with hers, and then looked downward to her own hairless sex, his silent suggestion that she should get on with her appraisal of his own assets.

The Scarlet Witch gasped softly, and blushed as she heard Jamal chuckle in response to her involuntary reaction.  Wanda was staring at a fully erect twelve-inch-long two-inch-thick circumcised bitch-tamer penis, and the scrotum below it was huge and bulging with massive testicles.  Even without assessing Mariah’s assets, the Scarlet Witch was hoping Jamal had drawn the purple stone.  If she could convince her marketing office to hold off on putting the huge dildo Jamal’s assets would make on the market for a few years, and if the athlete’s football career went well, the ‘Real-Cock’ dildo Wanda was hoping to harvest would bring her clothing line a fortune in revenue!

Forcing her eyes off of the chuckling guard’s assets, the Scarlet Witch smiled sheepishly at the petite long-raven-haired doe-eyed Latino who stood in this very dangerous lineup because she had agreed to be sorority Treasurer.  Mariah’s brown eyes were filled with laughter and excitement, and her extremely comely face wore a friendly smile as the girl watched the world-renowned superheroine stare at her naked chest.  Wanda concluded that the young Latino was rightfully proud of the turgidly tipped perfect-shaped B-cups that looked large on her diminutive frame and sported puffy silver-dollar-sized pinkish-brown areolae. 

Letting her eyes drop lower, the big-breasted Avenger noted the carefully trimmed heart-shaped fur covering the pubic mound above a very attractive vulva.  Mariah’s pinkish inner labia were moist and puffy with sexual excitement, and her blood engorged clitoral glans was clearly visible at the vulva’s apex.  The Scarlet Witch knew that the Latino’s obvious state of sexual arousal could be due almost entirely to the massive penis within easy view.  However, as Mariah had not only indicated she wanted to be debreasted, but had also been one of the girls who had indicated she found female castration stories arousing, Wanda hoped that much of the Latino’s heightened state of sexual arousal was due to an unspoken wish that Jamal held the purple stone.  The Scarlet Witch thought it very possible that Mariah hoped she was about to be debreasted and declitted, and live the rest of her life as a female nullo!”

“Very well!” the Scarlet Witched called out loudly and calmly as the air in the treatment room seemed to be electric with tension, expectation, and apprehension as she stepped over to center herself before the four couples.  “Gentlemen, hold your tightly clenched fists out before you, palms up.”  Wanda nodded her head with satisfaction as all four athletes quickly complied, and she noted that Jamal’s hand was steady while Ox’s shook with obvious trepidation, while the steadiness of Paul and Calvin’s hands matched neither extreme.  All four girls shivered with varying levels of excitement as they stared wide-eyed at their avatar’s fists, nervously waiting for their fates to be revealed.  Finally, the Scarlet Witch commanded, “Gentlemen, let us all see what you hold in the palms of your hands!”

Gasps from the audience overwhelmed the sighs of relief being issued from three boys and three girls, and the gagging cough of fearful defeat being issue from one huge man and the cry of, “NO!  Not ME!” shrilled softly by the girl beside him.  The Scarlet Witch grinned a twisted grin.  Ruth, who had been the principle organizer of the sorority fund drive that made this debreasting celebration possible, was going to get a bit more than she’d hoped for out of it.  Ox, standing white-faced with disbelief on his face and terror in his brown eyes, held the purple stone.

“Calvin and Jamal, I think you better each take an arm and steady your teammate,” the Scarlet Witch urged softly as she tried to force the grin off of her own face.  “He might hurt himself if he passes out and falls over.  Jenna, go fetch Ruth’s clothing pile and set it on the floor beside Amanda’s.  Then pull out Ruth’s identification and hand it to her.  Paul, you go fetch Ox’s clothes, pile them beside Ruth’s, and take Ox’s identification card to him.  As long as Ruth and Ox keep their word and sign the consent forms Charlotte is bringing to me, it looks like you’re going to be able to watch Sally get her pretty balloons popped in comfort.”  Wanda watched Paul grin and nod and hurry after the already departed Jenna.  Mariah and Kimmie, you can go ahead and take your seats on your clothing piles.  The buxom Avenger grinned as relief spread across both girls’ faces and they hurried away.

Once Jenna had dumped Ruth’s clothes and given the sorority President her driver’s license, the black girl bolted for the center of the gaggle without being told.  Wanda smiled sheepishly at the huge-breasted redhead as Charlotte stepped to Wanda’s side with two clip boards and pen.  The Avenger’s grin broadened as the pretty black girl’s eyes widened, and she suddenly stepped to the other side of Wanda so that she was directly across from Jamal.  As Charlotte stared hungrily at the bitch tamer between the smaller guard’s legs, Wanda turned her attention back to Ruth, and softly urged, “Stop worrying, Ruth!  You’re in good hands.  I’ll make sure you enjoy every moment of the time we will shortly be spending together…well most every moment anyhow.  Please step forward, hand me your driver’s license, and sign the three requisite forms, while explaining loudly enough for everyone to hear what each form means.”

Ruth coughed as she stared up at the ceiling for a moment before swallowing hard and nodding her head.  As she stepped forward, she whined in a quivering voice, “Why didn’t I see THIS coming?  Oh, well!  At least I get to be debreasted like you and your superheroine friends, Scarlet Witch.  Heck, I don’t have much of a sex life anyhow, so I might as well try to enjoy the declitting too.  Still, I’m going to wonder what I did to let things get out of hand for a good long time, I expect.”

“I’ll tell you how it came to this, Ruth,” Wanda replied with a friendly smile on her face as she took the shivering redhead’s driver’s license, glanced at the birth date on it, and held it face up to a ceiling camera she knew was somewhere above her.  “You brought boys with you…without making sure at least one of them would take the chop for your sorority’s viewing pleasure.  You can be sure that any castratrix in my position would use the boys’ desires to watch several girls getting debreasted to my advantage.  Once your fellow sorority sisters decided they wanted to watch at least one of the boys get unmanned, it was a practically given that the boys would demand that at least one girl be castrated as well.  I suggest you call your equivalent at the Utah State University sorority chapter and make sure she knows how to get the biggest bang for their bucks…by bringing a male or males that already understand that the cost of watching the balloon popping party is their own emasculation.”

“I will make that call, Scarlet Witch,” Ruth acknowledged in a quivering voice as the buxom Avenger handed the driver’s license back to her and Charlotte offered her one of the clipboards and the pen.  “And if she can’t find willing boys, or declitting enthusiasts within her chapter, I’ll tell her to refrain from getting greedy, and accept what entertainment her money will buy.  This form,” Ruth declared in a suddenly formal tone as she scribbled her signature on the top page, “gives my permission for you to give me the double mastectomy I’ve been dreaming about getting since the day I saw Arcade’s broadcast of you being debreasted, Scarlet Witch…it means you get to take my big boobs from me anyway you want…quickly of slowly.” 

As the short-haired redhead flipped the first page up and over the top of the clip board, she signed her name again as she explained, “This form says you can use my harvested appendages and organ anyway you want, including for profit.  It means Van Dyne Enterprises can manufacture clothing accessories from my breast skins, and a necklace pendant with my clitoris at its core, and that my identity as the donor can be fully disclosed.  It also means I agree to let you film my sexual nullification and distribute the film to the public if you want, and for profit, if you want.” 

Ruth flipped the second form up and positioned the pen above the final signature line.  She shivered and paused while looking thoughtful.  Tears streamed down her cheeks as she realized there wasn’t any honorable way around her dilemma, and she quickly made her third and final signature while announcing hoarsely, “This line gives you permission to alter my vulva, Scarlet Witch.  It means I have agreed to let you declit me in any manner you see fit…perform female castration on me…exterminate my sex life.  GOD!  I just hope…you can make it seem…you know…FUN…while you do it!”

“It will be fun, Ruth,” the Scarlet Witch replied with a knowing look on her face and, while Liz stepped up behind the huge-breasted sorority President with one of the pairs of handcuffs she carried held open and ready to be closed around wrists, she added, “for both of us, I think.”  As Wanda took the clipboard and pen from the quivering and sobbing redhead, she commanded, “Put your hands behind your back, Ruth.  Liz is going to make sure you can’t touch your clitoris while the balloon popping party is taking place…well…ever again, actually.”  Wanda giggled softly as Ruth’s tear-filled blue eyes flashed open with astonishment as she gasped at the superheroine’s terrible proclamation. 

Then the sorority President’s spirit was totally crushed as the handcuffs were snapped closed to complete the Scarlet Witch’s prophesy, and Liz led her away to position her before her clothing pile at the end of the line of girls that would be debreasted before her sexual nullification.  The crestfallen look on Ruth’s face didn’t change as the nurse snatched the driver’s license out of her hand and casually dropped it on the clothing pile before her, before the lovely Oriental girl headed back towards the trio of men standing before the Scarlet Witch and Charlotte.

“Do you have your wits about you now, Ox?” the Scarlet Witch asked softly as she stared into the muscular red-haired boy’s brown eyes.  “Are you ready to sign YOUR consent forms?

Wanda watched as anger flooded across the center’s face and he silently shook his head for several minutes before the anger was replaced with hopeless resignation.  Finally, the athlete held out his driver’s license and spat, “Nope…but I will.  I don’t welsh on bets.  Just don’t try to tell me I’m going to like any part of what you’re going to do to me, Scarlet Witch…except maybe superheroine head.”

“I’ll leave that for you to decide, Ox,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly with a mischievous grin on her face, “at the end of the day.  You might find yourself surprised.  I am, after all, a professional castratrix.”  Wanda glanced at Ox’s birth date and then held the card upwards as she had with Ruth’s, before passing it back to Ox and taking the second clipboard and pen from Charlotte.

Wanda held the clipboard out to Ox, with its top towards her and offered the muscular athlete the pen, while stating matter-of-factly, “Here is the consent form that gives me permission to remove your testicles and scrotum using the method I deem appropriate.  Just sign on the line flagged with the yellow sticky tape.”  The Scarlet Witch grinned triumphantly as the muscular athlete signed the form in silence.

            As Wanda flipped the first form over the top of the clipboard, she stated as calmly as she could manage under the circumstances, “This form gives Van Dyne Enterprises permission to use the organs or appendages we remove during any part of your treatment here as we see fit…even for profit and with your name associated with it.  It also gives us permission to film video and record sound during your treatment, and to make that video recording public if we wish, including for profit if we wish.  But then you knew that before the drawing, didn’t you Ox?”  The buxom Avenger grinned her sexiest grin as the huge football player nodded with frustration on his face as he scribbled his signature on the form.

            “Finally, this form gives permission for the removal of your penis, Ox, using any method I see fit,” Wanda said softly in a quivering voice after folding the second signed form over the top of the clipboard.  “It was part of the wager, Ox.  The chance of signing your penis over to me…as well as your testicles…was what the drawing was about, right?  Look at the bright side, Ox, you’ve finally won a drawing, and Paul said he would buy you the car of your choice.”

            “Stop trying to play me, lady,” Ox hissed in anger and frustration.  “I’m not as dumb as I look.  I already said I don’t welsh on bets.  You better give one hell of a good superheroine blow job, though, Scarlet Witch.  If I’m not happy when you’re done with me, anyone watching the video recording you’re making of this will know it.”  The big center then quickly signed the form and held the pen towards Charlotte.

            As the Scarlet Witch watched her dark-skinned aid take the pen from Ox and then the clipboard from her, she chortled with obvious jubilation.  “Go file those and all of the other consent forms in the locking filing cabinet, Charlotte.  Don’t worry!  I won’t do Toni until you get back.  As for you, Ox, I’ve never had a complaint about my fellatio yet!  I guarantee you’ll be gasping in pleasure as you cum like a freight train…cum your very last time.  Everything I told you about the procedure earlier is accurate.  Despite that, I truly believe you’ll remember this day fondly for the rest of your life.  Place your hands behind your back, Ox!”  Wanda giggled as the muscular male gave his now very stiff erection one last up and down stroke with his right hand before doing what the sultry superheroine ordered.

            The Scarlet Witch was filled with jubilant satisfaction as Liz snapped the cuffs around the wrists behind Ox’s back and led the muscular football player towards his place in the lineup next to Ruth.  Wanda turned back to Charlotte, who still stood standing beside her staring at Jamal’s massive erection.  “Get going with those forms, Charlotte!  Just give your telephone number to Jamal when you get back.  I’m sure that you’ll get a chance to have that bitch tamer used on you, young lady, assuming Jamal would like to have intercourse with a freshly debreasted hottie like you will soon be!”  Wanda laughed at the wicked grin that flashed across Charlotte’s face as she pointed at her turgidly tipped G-cups and nodded to Jamal, before finally rushing away. 

“You guys take your seats too,” Wanda suggested softly with a faraway look in her eyes.  “You guys and the sorority girls still may be here watching, but now, for me, everything is about my patients.  I’m going to give each and every one of them my undivided attention when it comes their turn to surrender sexy bits.  This is going to be FUN!”  The Scarlet Witch laughed as Calvin and Jamal hurried away with disbelief mixed with anticipation on their faces.

Chapter 5. Toni

Toni, we are ready for you,” Wanda Maximoff announced loudly and clearly as she and Liz finished setting up a specially modified X-table, next to the debreasting guillotine they had already inspected to make sure it was ready for use.  Wanda smiled at the buxom green-eyed long-haired redhead who stood fidgeting at the end of the line of ‘patients’ nearest to the stairs with her arms handcuffed behind her back.  “Please go to the stairs and come up onto the stage.  Don’t worry about the leash attached to your cuffs connecting chain.  John will follow you up, or, if you lose your nerve, use the leash to drag you up here.  But that won’t be necessary, will it?  This is your fantasy, isn’t it?  To be publicly debreasted?”

The Scarlet Witch watched the young university student gulp at her last word, and then slowly nod, before she began moving forward with John following.  Toni paused at the bottom of the stairs and stared at Dr. Cummings and the extensively equipped medical treatment station Carla stood beside.  The redhead smiled sheepishly and nodded as the doctor gave her a look of encouragement, before ascending the stairs to stand on the stage, raised about four feet above the floor of the large treatment room.  Toni paused again, staring down the line of instruments and machines, most of which were clearly designed to remove a girl’s breasts, to the beckoning Scarlet Witch and the nude Oriental girl beside the renowned superheroine.

Wanda watched as the young, big-breasted redhead gulped and shivered, her green eyes filled with both awe and trepidation as her stare returned back to and then locked onto the slanted blade of the guillotine, which based on the preparations that had just been completed, Toni knew would be used to separate her big D-cups from her chest.  After a gentle push on her shoulders by John, Toni haltingly began moving across the stage toward the famous Avenger and her nurse.

The Scarlet Witch giggled softly as Toni’s journey paused again as she reached the back of the breast guillotine and lowered her eyes from the razor-sharp blade edge to the curved cutouts in the upper and lower lunettes.  Toni’s shivering became trembling, as she remembered the oval ports that the lunettes would form as they were closed over and under a set of breasts; she’d seen so many pairs of breasts protruding through the oval debreasting lunettes on that day of Arcade’s Dairy World broadcast, and had watched each and every set free falling in air after the sharp heavy guillotine blade’s deadly fall.

“WHOA!” John chortled softly as Toni wheeled and took several quick steps towards the stairs.  “Where do you think you’re going, Toni?”  As John tugged back on the leash and then grabbed the back of the redhead’s neck with his right hand, the orderly declared in a soft steady voice, “Look, girl, you’re about to make a mistake.  And I don’t mean sticking your big knockers into the business side of those lunettes either,” John said matter-of-factly as he roughly shoved Toni back behind the breast guillotine.  “You and your sorority sisters paid good money for you to live your debreasting fantasy for real…and for them to watch you do it.  Are you going to let yourself down…assuming the Scarlet Witch would even let me let you do that?  Are you going to disappoint your sorority sisters and waste their hard-earned money?”

“NOoooo,” Toni gasped as she quaked with a myriad of emotions.  “No!  It was just a sudden urge to flee.  It won’t happen again.  I’m sorry, John, Scarlet Witch…every one.  I really do think getting debreasted is going to be fun…although I know it’s going to hurt…hurt terribly.  I know my D-cups dropping downward after taking the chop are going to look really hot!”        

“Indeed they will, Toni,” the Scarlet Witch concurred in a soft encouraging tone as she grabbed the redhead’s left upper arm and gently pulled Toni toward her and out from behind the breast guillotine.  Wanda positioned Toni, facing and in full view of the audience, in front of herself so that her own turgidly tipped D-cups were pressing into the university student’s back as she continued,  “And they are going to make the most wonderful sound you ever heard when that downward drop comes to an abrupt end…a wet double plop!  But not just yet, Toni…not just yet!  First I want you to stand looking at your sorority sisters while I gently rub and tweak those big breasts of yours.  I’m going to give you a chance to really remember what it felt like to have your girls cuddled and kissed.  Then I’ll have you mount the X-table so I can have access to your vulva.  You’re going to be begging for climax before you again step behind the breast guillotine.  Does that sound like fun?”

“It sure does, Scarlet Witch,” Toni replied softly in a voice that hardly quivered.  “Let’s get started so that I don’t lose my nerve again.”

“I’m pretty sure the flee instinct is behind you, Toni,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a giggle as she reached around the redhead’s arms and gently weighed the slightly swooping D-cups, one in each hand.  “In fact, remove Toni’s handcuffs, John.  Ladies and gentlemen in the audience, and this does not include those of you that will soon be participants, if you’d like to leave your clothes where they are, you may move forward to form a semi-circle outward from the stage edge in front of the breast guillotine.  Keep about ten feet of separation from the center of the semi-circle in front of the guillotine, or you’re soon going to be in need of a shower.”

While the university students quickly jostled for ringside seats, the Scarlet Witch pulled her hands off of the slightly swooping D-cups and placed them on Toni’s shoulders as she created just enough separation between her body and the redhead’s so that John could first unclip the leash and then remove Toni’s handcuffs.  Then Wanda again pressed her chest against Toni’s back and reached around the redhead to begin tactilely teasing the university student’s breasts.  The Scarlet Witch alternated between digitally playing with the girl’s turgid nipples and rubbing or gently squeezing the large breasts with her hands.  Toni issued soft coos and moans of pleasure as she stared down at the excited anticipation on her sorority sister’s faces, while perplexity filled her own.

Wanda Maximoff slid around Toni’s body to stand in front of the green-eyed girl and visually examined the sorority girl’s large D-cups.  “Well, Toni, it looks like I’ve got your girls in a pretty good mood,” the Avenger chirped gleefully as she tweaked the turgid nipples before her with her thumbs and forefingers.  Wanda stared thoughtfully at the large breasts.  Toni’s puffy areolae were just larger than fifty-cent-piece coins in size, and were pinkish-brown in color and tipped with thick, erect nipples.  “However, I think I’ll give you one more treat to file away in your ‘things that I used to enjoy’ memory-bank.”  The Scarlet Witch bent and began eagerly suckling Toni’s breast tips, one nipple at a time.  Wanda giggled as Toni’s moans of pleasure grew louder and louder as she spent six minutes giving one nipple and then the other oral pleasure in forty-five-second intervals.

Toni groaned as the Scarlet Witch pulled her warm wet mouth from her breast tips and stepped around behind her.  As the Avenger once again pressed her chest into Toni’s back, she reached around the redhead’s arms and again weighed the large breasts in the palms of her hands as she chirped softly, “How do your pretty girls feel now, Toni?”

“Great, Scarlet Witch,” Toni croaked back in a husky voice.  “They’re really glowing with pleasure.  Are you sure this killing me with kindness treatment won’t result in my suddenly chickening out?”

“Don’t worry, Toni,” the Scarlet Witch replied with a jovial chuckle, “there isn’t any possibility of that happening now.  Soon you’ll remember that glow of pleasure being exuded from your breasts very fondly.  This is all about making the memory of this day really special for you, Toni.  Let’s continue to do that by having you climb up onto the X-table.  Position yourself so that the balls of each foot are firmly against the foot rests at the bottom of the X-arms, and then grab a handgrip at the top of the X-arms in each hand.  The upper half of the table has a vertical padded extension for you to rest your back and head on.”  Wanda waited until Toni had worked herself into position, before asking, “Are you comfortable, Toni?”

“The furniture is okay, Scarlet Witch,” Toni whined from atop the X-table, now horizontal and parallel to the stage floor, next to the breast guillotine, “but the position is rather disconcerting.  Lying spread-eagled like this is really giving the jocks and my sorority sisters an embarrassing view of my privates.”

“Yes, Toni, that is a secondary purpose of that particular stage prop,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a wicked grin on her face.  “Momentarily, the audience, and, more importantly, the cameras, will have an even better view of your pretty vulva and that red streak of landing strip above it.  However, first I need to join you on the X-table so that I can demonstrate the stage prop’s primary purpose.”

The Scarlet Witch moved in between the upper X-arms, flipped two small horizontal extensions with dangling straps out from under the X-table’s headrest on either side of Toni’s head, and, once they were locked into position, carefully knelt on the two short padded knee supports.  Wanda then threaded the outer strap dangling from each support through the buckles at the end of the inner straps and tightened them around her upper calves.  The auburn-haired Avenger leaned forward and grabbed the outer edges of the lower X-arms beside Toni’s lower thighs to steady herself, before flicking a switch on the outer edge of the right lower X-arm.

Wanda giggled as Toni gasped with surprise before explaining, “That’s right, I’m tilting the table downward, say 20 degrees, so that everyone will have a much better view of what I’m about to do to your pretty vulva, Toni.  The foot rests and handgrips will prevent you from sliding downward, as the belts around my calves will do for me.  Ah, there we are!  I’m going to begin performing cunnilingus on you now, Toni.  Make sure you tell me when you’re getting close to climax, Toni.  I don’t want you to climax until you’re strapped into the breast guillotine.  Do you understand, Toni?”   

“Yes, Scarlet Witch,” Toni replied with a befuddled look on her face, “you’re going to begin licking my pussy, but you want me to tell you to stop before I cum.  I have to wait for a vibrator to bring me off…after I’ve been strapped into the guillotine…and you’ll release the debreasting blade when I do.  Is that right, Scarle…OH!  YES!  Very nice!”  The redhead moaned softly as she felt the stunningly gorgeous superheroine swirl her tongue slowly around her engorged clitoris while the Avenger spread her labial lips with the middle and forefingers of her right hand, and she heard the audience on the flow below her giggling and whispering.

The Scarlet Witch giggled as Toni shivered with delight and moaned loudly in pleasure under her.  While Wanda Maximoff was NOT a girl’s kind of girl, she knew her way around a vulva.  Wanda gave the cleft between Toni’s inner lips a few slow, probing licks before returning to gently swirl the tip of her tongue for many seconds around the sorority girl’s swollen love button.  The Scarlet Witch repeated this routine several times before Toni’s moans began to become needful gasps, and the sorority girl’s body began to tense.

“Okay, I think it’s time to take another look at that breast guillotine, Toni,” Wanda chuckled softly as she returned her right hand to the tilt controls and began to re-level the X-table.  The excited whispering below the Scarlet Witch suddenly ceased and the room became filled with tense expectation.

“NO!” Toni cried out in obvious desperation.  “Please don’t stop licking my pussy!  I’m hung up…so close to climax.  PLEASE!”

“Easy, Toni,” Wanda replied with a chuckle as she pushed herself back up onto her knees and began undoing the calf restraints that had kept her from sliding downward over Toni’s body.  “We talked about this.  You get to have the most wonderful climax you have ever had in just a few moments.  You want that don’t you?  You want to climax as you stare at the sharp guillotine blade dangling over your big D-cups, don’t you?” the Scarlet Witch asked as she pushed back and stepped back onto the stage floor, and quickly moved to stand a few feet behind the breast guillotine.”

“Y…ye…yeah…I think so, Scarlet Witch,” Toni acknowledged with obvious uncertainty, as she rose to a sitting position, swung herself around, and stood to face the auburn-haired Avenger.  “But, maybe you shouldn’t wait long enough for me to….”

“For the pleasant glow radiating from your breasts and loins to begin to fade, Toni?” Wanda Maximoff interjected softly as she held her left hand out toward the shivering redhead.  “Give me your hand, Toni,” the Scarlet Witch commanded as the sorority girl gently nodded.

The Scarlet Witch used Toni’s offered hand to pull the redhead in front of her and then push the sorority girl up close to the back of the guillotine.  “Put your right wrist here, against this metal loop, Toni,” Wanda instructed calmly as she took a length of rope from Liz and nodded to the restraint bracket on the outside of the guillotine’s right post.  “And your left wrist against the restraining bracket on the other side,” Wanda continued as she stepped to Toni’s left side and, after the redhead had complied, began wrapping the rope around the sorority girl’s wrist.  Finally, the Scarlet Witch used the loose ends of the rope to tie a double square knot around the outer end of the restraining bracket’s loop.  Wanda smiled as Liz copied her rope work to secure Toni’s right wrist.

“There, I told you there wasn’t any chance you’d change your mind, didn’t I, Toni,” the Scarlet Witch chortled jubilantly as she grinned at the shivering sorority girl.  “Now, spread your feet so that they are outside the guillotine posts, bend your knees, arch your back, and lean forward until your ribs are flush with the lower lunette.”  Wanda chuckled as a deer-in-headlights look formed on the sorority girl’s pretty face, before she clumsily complied.  The big-breasted Avenger looked thoughtful for a moment, before pulling the lower lunette’s spring-loaded post pegs inward, raising the lower lunette one peg-hole level, and releasing the post pegs into the new post holes.  

“Arch your back harder, Toni,” Wanda instructed as she stood to the side of the guillotine and carefully assessed the position of the left breast.  “That’s right!  I think we have the posture about right,” the world-renowned superheroine announced with as much encouragement as possible as she passed the unsecured end of the guillotine’s chest restraint belt to Liz. 

“Let me step up front, lower the upper lunette into position, and do a little nipple tugging, Liz,” the Scarlet Witch chirped gleefully, “and then you can slide the tip of the belt through its bracket, pull it as tight as possible around Toni’s back, and we’ll be ready for business.”  Wanda watched Liz grin a mischievous grin and nod, before stepping to the front of the guillotine.  She quickly used the upper lunette’s positioning pegs to close the oval around Toni’s protruding breasts, noting with satisfaction that the spacers at the side of the targeted breasts easily slid into their cavities in the upper lunette.

Wanda grasped Toni’s turgid nipples and tugged firmly outward, before grunting with obvious satisfaction as she nodded to Liz, “Yes, I think that will do.  We won’t leave a whole lot more than the quarter inch of requisite fatty tissue over pectoral muscle.”  As Toni yelped while the Oriental nurse cinched the chest strap snuggly around her back, Wanda locked her gold-flecked blue eyes with the redhead’s green eyes and barked, “Look down, Toni!  Those are your breasts on the wrong side of those debreasting lunettes!”

“That’s right,” the Scarlet Witch chortled as the redhead stared wide-eyed at her own protruding breasts and grew exceedingly pallid, “note that the lunettes are only a quarter inch thick.  Now look to your right at the blade-guide groove down the inside of the posts.  Note that the groove’s inner edge is flush with the outer lunette surfaces.  Finally, look up at the angled edge of the guillotine blade above you.  Yes,” Wanda continued as Toni began quaking badly, “the edge is beveled from front to back rather than on both sides as most blade edges are.  That means the slice will be flush with the rear groove surface, and therefore flush with the lunette surfaces.  Are you ready to experience your fantasy for real, Toni?  Are you ready to emulate all of us milked dry superheroines?  Are you ready to be debreasted, Toni?”      

Toni shivered softly before replying in a quacking voice with panic in her green eyes, “Every instinct is saying NO…break free and run…Scarlet Witch.  But yes…I think…no…I know…I AM…ready to…lose…these big boobs of mine.  Get ready girls!  You get to watch a set take the chop and tumble through air for real and with your own eyes…courtesy of ME!  Let’s do this, Scarlet Witch.”

“Very well, Toni,” the Scarlet Witch replied before bending and giving each of the sorority girl’s turgid nipples one last long suckle.  As Toni moaned in pleasure, Wanda stepped to the side of the guillotine and nodded to Liz, who hit the lower button on a two-button controller at the end of an electrical cord dangling from the ceiling, eliciting a gasp from Toni, who evidently assumed it was a blade release button.  “Keep your eyes on the blade, Toni,” Wanda urged softly as she watched the surprise and fear that had suddenly filled the redhead’s face morph into first relief and then disappointment.  “Not on what Liz and I are doing.  As, you’ve no doubt already realized, the button Liz pushed is causing the guillotine to be pulled along tracks in the floor to the very edge of the stage, dragging you along with it.” 

“We’re going to give your girls an extra four feet of free fall,” Wanda explained jovially as she rechecked Toni’s position once the guillotine had reached the very edge of the stage, “which should result in a really loud, wet double splat.  Okay, you’re still good to go.  I’m going to insert the vibrator dildo into your vagina now, Toni.  It’s also an orgasm detector.  The light at its rear end will flash on when it detects vaginal spasms.  When the vibrator, combined with the sight of the debreasting blade above you and the knowledge of what’s about to happen, brings you to climax, I want you to really focus on the pleasure emanating from your loins.  If you can do that, the pain that will explode from your chest will be greatly muted, perhaps even mix with the pleasure to become a new sexually sensual sensation.  Can you do that, Toni?”

The Scarlet Witch smiled as Toni slowly nodded and Liz passed her the phallic-shaped vibrator, and chirped, “Good,” as she knelt and deftly pushed the sex toy between the redhead’s puffy inner labial lips and deeply into her obviously wet vagina.  Wanda twisted the base of the vibrator to turn it on, and then gently swirled her middle finger around the rim of Toni’s swollen clitoris for several seconds.  Wanda giggled as the sorority girl began moaning with pleasure almost immediately.

“Okay, Toni, that’s enough teasing,” Wanda Maximoff chirped gleefully as she stepped over to the blade release handle to the left of the guillotine, while Liz slid over to the right side of the debreasting machine.  “Now we get to see how long you can stave off forced climax.  When you finally lose that battle…and you will…we all lose THAT battle in the end…you’ll get your wish.  Then the blade will fall to bite into the bases of your big tender boobs.  Watch the blade, Toni, and whatever you do, keep your head back out of its path.  It wouldn’t do to lose a nose or chin!”

The  Scarlet Witch watched with a grin on her face and delight in her gold-flecked blue eyes as the lovely redhead with tresses that reached all the way down to her butt moaned softly in pleasure and trepidation as she stared unblinkingly up at the sharp slanted blade perched above the bases of her slightly swooping D-cups.  Wanda couldn’t wait to debreast her first 21^st Century girl.  She had never dreamed that she would ever find girls willing, no eager, for her to flatten their bosoms. 

In truth, the Avenger would have been under the blade herself, if she’d had her druthers.  However, Wanda Maximoff had a job to do, AND, there was the issue of a prior commitment to doing a stint in a 41^st Century milking stall, which required either the breasts she carried on her chest or the Chulu nanogene tissue regenerator to restore them.  No, until the tissue regenerator was again both working and available for use at a moment’s notice, the Scarlet Witch would not willingly donate another set of breasts in the 21^st Century to be mounted on a trophy board or to be tanned and turned into a pair of wine skins.  No matter how much the young superheroine loved being debreasted, she had the responsibility of righting wrongs to female kind in the far off future—a noble cause, most certainly, but one that now seemed certain to bring an end to the curvy torso Wanda valued more than she cared to admit.  For the moment, Wanda Maximoff would have to settle for making other girls’ debreasting fantasies come true; girls who didn’t value their curves.

Toni’s loudening moans brought the Scarlet Witch out of her revelry and back to the situation at hand.  The sorority girl was obviously close to climax, though still valiantly fighting to stave it off.  Three seconds later, Wanda heard the staccato sighs of orgasmic pleasure, and saw the red glow lighting the redhead’s inner thighs.  The Scarlet Witch gave Toni a slow three-second count, and pulled back on the blade release handle as she giggled with jubilation.

Four seconds earlier, Toni gasped at the end of a long needful moan.  The sorority girl felt the pleasant glow in her loins suddenly explode into ecstasy, and she heard herself sing, “Hhhggghhh!  UUHHHHGH!  OOOOHHYYEEAAHH!”  The redhead moaned in the midst of one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced, while desperately trying to keep her eyes focused on the sharp slanted guillotine blade high above her head. 

As wave after wave of climatic pleasure washed through her sex and her female juices coated her inner thighs, Toni stared up at the heavy debreasting blade, wondering why it was still motionless.  The Scarlet Witch had told her that she would release the blade if Toni let the vibrator force climax upon her.  Toni had been unable to resist the inevitable, and was now cumming like the proverbial freight train.  Had this all been a prank?  Were Toni’s big breasts going to be spared a painful separation from her heaving chest?

Then Toni heard the distinct ‘click’!  As the audience suddenly became completely silent, the sorority girl knew that the Scarlet Witch had released the guillotine blade high above the bases of her tender D-cups.  The blade still wasn’t falling!  No!  NO!  It was beginning to fall!  It was in slow motion, just barely below its perch just below the guillotine posts’ crossbar, and there was a rattling sound and a gentle swoosh!  It was halfway to her head, and the swoosh was getting louder, threatening to drown out the staccato sighs of climax still being issued from her own throat.  Something was in front of Toni’s face, just barely in front of her chin!  It was the guillotine blade!  She could feel a gentle breeze on her face and the swoosh was a deafening roar!

“Hu…!” Toni began as she heard a ‘tap’, despite the roar, and felt a gentle pressure on the left side of her chest.  “…uh?”  The sorority girl finished as the ‘tap’ morphed into a ‘pffpt’ and the gentle pressure on her chest became centered.  Toni threw her head forward as the blur in front of her abruptly disappeared, and stared at her D-cups, still hanging before the lunettes’ opening just as the roaring whoosh ended in a loud clang as the guillotine blade bottomed out on the blade stops, and fiery agony exploded from her chest.

Despite the intense pain that threatened to overwhelm her ongoing orgasm, Toni wondered for a fraction of a second if the sharp blade had somehow ‘phased’ through her breasts like some sort of ghost.  Then the redhead realized the breasts were sliding downward to unveil her terrible chest wounds.  As the breasts lowered further and began a forward tumble, Toni could see the fatty breast tissue that covered her pectoral muscles, and spots of blood, some of which were clearly oozing.  As the breasts’ tumbling continued and their nipples pointed downward, the sorority girl could seem the same yellowish white fatty tissue in the severed bases of the breasts.  Toni watched with widened eyes, hardly noticing the agony emanating from her chest or the ecstasy exploding from her loins, as the summersault slowed as the heavier bases faced downward and twin, turgid nipples pointed upward.  Toni’s boobs remained nipples up for the final four feet of their downward plunge, until landing, like twin space capsules making splashdowns in the ocean, with a loud wet double-plopping sound on the treatment room floor, sending droplets of blood flying in all directions.  

 Toni, as well as the audience on the floor before her, watched in astonishment as the severed breasts jiggled for what seemed to be an eternity, and then her sorority sisters and four jocks began cheering and clapping.  Toni had done it!  She’d gotten herself debreasted, just like all of those famous superheroines on dairy day.  Toni’s big boobs were on the floor, while she stood on a raised stage above them.  Toni grinned, despite the fiery pain coming from her chest, as she looked up from the severed breasts to her fellow university students.  Everyone was chanting, “TONI!  TONI!  TONI!”  And then Sally hollered out, “YOU GO GIRL!  THOSE MILKED DRY SUPERHEROINES HAVE NOTHING ON US!  No offense, Scarlet Witch.  Can I go next?”

“Probably not, Sally,” rang out from Toni’s right, “I think I’ll do a set of B-cups next.”  Toni turned her head to see the Scarlet Witch untying her left wrist, while the pretty Oriental nurse did the same with her right wrist.  The debreasted sorority girl watched as the famous superheroine called out, “But first we need to get Toni to the first aid station.  Let’s hear some more cheering and applause for Toni!  That was one hell of a loud double plop!”

“How are you feeling, Toni?” the Scarlet Witch asked with concern on her face as she pulled the redhead back from behind the breast guillotine.  “Can you manage to get to the stairs and then down to Doctor Cummings?”

“Wha…?” Toni hoarsely replied with a befuddled look on her face.  “OH!  Uhm!  GOD!  What a rush!  My breasts hurt…oh…I mean my chest wounds…hurt a lot…but my pussy is still glowing with pleasure.  GOD!  What a rush!  HEY, GIRLS!  This balloon popping party is going to be a BLAST!”

The Scarlet Witch laughed as she and Liz helped the breastless redhead with hair that ran all the way down to her butt down the stairs to the first aid station.  Toni was right!  The fun was just getting started.

Chapter 6. Josie

Wanda watched with interest as Liz wiped down Toni’s chest and belly, although they weren’t covered with as much blood as one might expect, and then Carla cauterized a few leaky blood vessels with a handheld laser.  Meanwhile, the buxom Avenger had stepped through the semicircle of chattering students to pick up Toni’s severed D-cups, before thoughtfully suggesting, “I think everyone should go back to your clothing piles.  The next debreasting will be to one side or the other of the breast guillotine, anyhow.”  Without being asked, Charlotte stood from her position before Jamal, who had been playing with her huge breasts, and stepped beside Wanda with two wet washcloths.  While Wanda wiped down the severed appendages, Charlotte had run the other washcloth over the floor to clean up the blood spatters.  Meanwhile the students followed Wanda’s suggestion.

            “Scarlet Witch, can I let the other girls look at my chest wounds up close before Doctor Cummings bandages me?” Toni called out from the first aid station with a hopeful look on her face while Carla frowned.

            “What if Toni promises not to let anyone touch them, Carla?” Wanda asked softly as she threw her washcloth back to Charlotte while Liz hurried away to fetch two of the large stasis boxes.  As the petite doctor grudgingly nodded, the big-breasted Avenger stepped towards the first aid station with the severed breasts dangling by their nipples from her hands.  “Okay, Toni, but only for a few minutes.  Here!  Go ahead and take these with you, but don’t let anyone touch them either.  I’ll have you box your own breasts for processing when you’re done.”  Wanda giggled as Toni squealed with excitement and rushed over to retake possession of her breasts.  The treatment room was full of chatter as Toni made her way, first to the rest of the balloon popping party entertainers, and then to the unlucky girls who were stuck with audience duties.

            Finally, the Scarlet Witch called out impatiently, “Okay, it’s time to pop the next pair of breast balloons.  Josie, that would be your B-cup balloons getting the popping pin next, so you might want to be paying attention as Liz and I set up the next debreasting station.  Toni, if you don’t mind returning my breast skins to me.” 

Wanda laughed as Toni snatched her breasts out of the gazes of the jocks and Charlotte, and hurried over to the buxom Avenger.  “You can put the first wineskin or small purse in this box, Toni,” Wanda chirped softly as she held out her open stasis box to the redhead who grinned with glee and excitement in her green eyes.  “I take it that you’ll be recommending my debreasting procedure to the rest of the university students?”

“You bet, Scarlet Witch!” Toni declared with an ear-to-ear grin on her face.  “I think you’ll be performing double mastectomies on tons of Utes next year.”  Toni giggled as the auburn-haired Avenger traded stasis boxes with the Oriental nurse, and then deftly boxed her second severed breast.  “My boobs might be history, but I had a blast getting them off my chest.”

“That bodes well for my future in this business, Toni,” Wanda Maximoff chortled back with an impish grin on her face.  “Now go get bandaged while Liz puts these away.  Once we’ve set up Josie’s equipment, you’ll be one of the girls in the audience enjoying the show.” 

As Liz and Toni hurried off in different directions, Wanda stepped over to the lineup of patients and stood before the tall, long-haired black girl who was next on the treatment list.  Josie looked at Wanda with a grin on her face and curiosity in her dark brown eyes as the Scarlet Witch lifted her swooping B-cups, one in the palm of each hand.  “It’s best to fit the debreasting method to the size and sensitivity of the bosom I’m about to flatten, as well as the disposition of the girl that is, temporarily, carrying the breasts I’m about to harvest,” the Scarlet Witch explained matter-of-factly as she tweaked the turgid nipples standing out from Josie’s tannish-brown areolae.  “I guess it goes without saying that your debreasting procedure won’t be over with as quickly as Toni’s was?” 

“Not going to be a problem, Scarlet Witch,” Josie replied as she chuckled and shrugged at the big-breasted Avenger.  “As a girl only gets to do this once…unless you’re…or were at least, if the magic breast re-maker really is broke…a famous superheroine who got herself milked dry and detitted before a worldwide audience…and no, I don’t mean no offense…I think it’s fine to make the once painful and memorable.”  Josie chuckled as a grinning Scarlet Witch turned and hurried up onto the stage, as she softly repeated, “Like I said, not going to be a problem!”  

Five minutes later, John pushed the tall, long-haired black girl behind the debreasting apparatus the Scarlet Witch and Liz had been fiddling with just a few feet back from the edge of the stage to the left of the X-table.  Josie shivered with anticipation as she examined the strange machine, the base of which consisted of a four-foot-by-four-foot one-inch-thick square metal stand resting on the stage floor.  Two five-foot-high one-inch-diameter metal poles about 34 inches apart and just eight inches back from the front of the stand rose upward to support a horizontal rectangular metal frame, which spanned the distance between the poles.  Josie hardly noticed the leather ankle cuffs attached to the poles just above the base, or the two, adjustable height chest straps attached to the right pole above and below the horizontal metal frame, which also had mechanisms for height adjustment.  Her dark-brown eyes were focused on the three-quarter-inch wide parallel blades with razor sharp inner edges that spanned the distance between the 18-inch-high one inch thick rectangular housings inside the poles. These housings widened to cover what Josie assumed were, based on the electrical cords leading to them, circular-shaped motors attached to the housings outside the poles.

“WICKED!” Josie gasped hoarsely as she stared at the razor sharp blades that she knew would soon be centered above and below the bases of her swooping B-cups.  The black girl’s shivers strengthened as she glanced at the silver switch angled towards an ‘off’ label and a circular black dial, no doubt a rheostat, with a white line currently pointed at the upper ‘stop’ label, rather than the progressively lower ‘slow’, ‘medium’, and ‘fast’ labels, on the back of the motor to her left.

“Indeed, this device is wicked, boys and girls,” the Scarlet Witch chuckled jovially as she stepped behind Josie while Liz knelt and began positioning the black girl’s right ankle against the bottom of the right pole so that she could cuff it.  “It is what I call a breast snipper.  It is a double-cut debreasting device…a machine that separates breasts from chest via slices from both above and below the breast bases.  Doubling the cuts should intensify the pain Josie is about to experience, as well as intensify the erotic experience of being debreasted.  Cross your wrists behind your back, Josie…I need to secure you before I give you your double mastectomy!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Josie replied with a nervous giggle as she instantly complied while Liz, having finished cuffing her right ankle, pulled her left ankle outward and forward.  “Hmmm, I get to cum before I get my tits snipped, right?  How come we didn’t do the X-table before these restraints?”

“You’ll be climaxing while you’re being debreasted, Josie” Wanda Maximoff clarified gruffly as she used a thin cord to tie the black girl’s wrists together.  “Now I’m going to use another cord to tie your arms, above your elbows, together.  This will make your breasts jut out so that we can get more of you between the blades.  Now audience, that reminds me.  Has anyone noted what my staff and I didn’t do following Toni’s debreasting, that Arcade made a point of doing to the superheroines of the world during what many of you have referred to as ‘dairy day’?”

“You didn’t remove all of her breast tissue, Scarlet Witch,” Sally called out loudly while Paul sat behind her fingering her perfect C-cups as he reached around her chest.  “You just let the guillotine truncate her D-cups.  Toni’s still got side boobs!”

“That’s right, Sally,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a wicked grin on her face as she stared out to the line of patients-in-waiting and tightened the cord around Josie’s upper arms.  “Arcade wanted to make sure there was no mammary tissue left on us superheroine’s chests, thinking that would prevent breast regeneration.  Therefore, my colleagues and I were sent home with chests flatter than most boys.  You girls, those of you that were lucky enough to qualify for my services, will be sent home with breast remnants…no doubt viewed as a sin in some cultures.  I’m just here to harvest your breast skins.  If you manage to find away to get your breasts regenerated, great…pay me for my services again and I’ll be glad to debreast you again.  If you want boyish chests…well…as I mentioned with the skin graft issue…you’ll have to see the doctor of your choice to get the side-boob remnants removed.”

The Scarlet Witch then stared sternly at Sally and Paul as she added, “By the way, I have noticed that Paul ignored my instructions and has joined you in our lineup of soon-to-be entertainment, Sally.  Remember, you entertainers do not get to climax until you’re up here on stage.  If I see Paul’s hands drop anywhere close to your vulva, Sally, I will declit you without the benefit of the third consent form…after you’ve got your taste of superheroine cunnilingus, naturally…a statement which should make Josie a little less antsy.”  Wanda laughed as Sally sent Paul scurrying back into the audience while the blonde’s face was filled with terror, and Josie grinned with obvious relief.         

“Okay, back to the business at hand,” Wanda muttered softly as she returned her attention to the tall, long-haired black girl in front of her, “I think those lovely, dark-skinned B-cups are jutting out nicely now.  Liz, you better take my place behind Josie so she can’t lose her balance before we get the chest straps around her back.”  The Scarlet Witch smiled with satisfaction as the exuberant Oriental nurse slid between her and the black girl so that Wanda could step to the front of the debreasting apparatus.

“Josie, lean forward until your chest is only a fraction of an inch away from touching the snipper blades,” the Scarlet Witch commanded sternly, and then nodded with satisfaction as the black girl complied despite her obvious shivering with trepidation.  “That’s it, Josie!  Now I’ll take a shot at centering the blades above and below your breasts.”  Wanda twisted the adjustment rings around the metal poles before raising the snipper assembly frame about an inch and retightening the adjustment rings.  “That should be close to centered!”

Josie gasped in apprehension as the Scarlet Witch suddenly reached around to her side of the frame and flicked the switch on the right motor from ‘off’ to ‘on’ and then twisted the rheostat from ‘stop’ to ‘fast’.  As the blades above and below her breasts began steadily closing towards her B-cups, the black girl took a deep breath and prepared for the worst.  It appeared that the famous superheroine had lied to her about letting her climax before, or at least, while, she was being debreasted.  Josie was going to be detitted without the benefit of orgasmic distraction!

As Josie felt cold metal begin to slide under the drapes of her breasts, she took a deep breath and prepared to feel the bite of the blades into the bases of her soon-to-be forfeit moneymakers.  Confusion filled her face as the black girl heard a click.  The Scarlet Witch had flipped the control switch to ‘off’, and was twisting the rheostat to ‘stop’!  Josie trembled in trepidation as the auburn-haired beauty before her grasped one of her turreted nipples in each hand and tugged firmly outward on her swooping B-cups, while staring intently to gauge the distance of the upper and lower blades from the upper and lower bases of her breasts. 

Josie watched with confusion in her brown eyes as the big-breasted Avenger adjusted the snipper assembly frame slightly higher, twisted the rheostat to ‘slow’, flicked to power switch to ‘on’, then, seconds later, ‘off’, reevaluated the distances of the blades from her breast bases, before repeating the procedure with the power switch.  The black girl watched the buxom superheroine grunt, make a slight adjustment in the position of the position of the snipper assembly frame. Finally, the Avenger flicked the power switch back ‘on’, tugged on her nipples while watching intently, before releasing her right nipple to flick the switch back ‘off’. 

“Strap her chest tightly against the flats of the snipper blades, Liz!” Wanda Maximoff instructed triumphantly as she resumed tugging firmly outward on Josie’s rock hard nipples.  “Josie’s pretty B-cups are ready to take the pinch without losing any pectoral muscle.  Are you up for mammary amputation on a slow setting, Josie?”

“Uhhhm…” Josie sputtered as she watched Liz adjust the height of the lower chest strap on the right pole and a buckle bracket on the left pole, before pulling the strap around her back and cinching it tightly around her chest before closing the buckle, “a…well maybe…I think we better go with fast.  Uhhhm…from your adjusting…Scarlet Witch…it looked like it’s still going to take quite a while…before my tits…get pinched…off.”

“On fast?” the Scarlet Witch asked rhetorically as she watched Liz cinch the top chest strap tightly around Josie’s back before locking the buckle closed.  “B-cups like these?  They won’t last a minute on fast!  No, I think using the slow setting will be much more entertaining.  Think of the countless boys who, in the future, will be jacking off, and the girls who will be diddling themselves, while they watch this video we’re now making.  Don’t you think we should have you give them closer to four minutes of sordid entertainment?  Never mind!  I don’t know why I ask rhetorical questions when I’m the one that makes that decision anyhow.  What say I use a bit of cunnilingus to get you in a proper mood to be debreasted?”

“Oh, hell yeah!” Josie proclaimed enthusiastically despite the shivers running through her frame while the big-breasted Avenger began suckling her doomed breast tips.  “I’m always up for getting my pussy licked…especially by a pretty girl like you, Scarlet Witch.  As for the detitting speed…like I said…whatever…it’s not going to be a problem.  Once you get me juicing…I’m liable to keep juicing the whole time I’m getting detitted.  Like I said…you superheroines made me a debreasting fanatic on dairy day!  God…that feels good…especially knowing…I’ll never feel my breasts glow like this again.”  She moaned as the sexy superheroine seemed to ignore her as she pleasured one breast and then the other in thirty second intervals for a handful of minutes that seemed to go on forever.

“I sure you’re right, Josie…about the ‘juicing’ as you call it,” the Scarlet Witch finally replied with a sexy grin on her face, evidently satisfied that the black girl would have a pleasant memory of the last few minutes of being breasted.  As Liz handed her one of the vibrators equipped with a climax detection sensor and she dropped to her knees before the black girl’s widespread legs, the buxom Avenger explained jovially, “Because being debreasted while in the midst of climax is one of the most erotic experiences a girl will ever experience.  I should know…been there…done that!  Okay…I’ll give you my best girl on girl sex…so long as you let me know when you’re ready to climax.  I want you to fight to keep the vibrator from bringing you off in the end.  If you come before I stick the vibrator in you…I’ll confiscate your clitoris!  Is that clear, Josie?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Josie gasped as she felt the Scarlet Witches tongue slide into the furrow between her labial lips and then swirl around her engorged clitoris.  “I’ll be careful.  I want to be detitted…not declitted!  OH!  GOD!  You go, girl!  You are damn good at pussy licking!”

Wanda Maximoff chuckled softly on her knees before the squirming black girl as she deftly slid the middle finger of her left hand into the girl’s warm, wet vagina while she gently probed the girl’s swollen love button with the tip of her flickering tongue. A few seconds later, the Scarlet Witch’s index finger had joined the middle finger in slowly pushing in and out of a sopping wet vagina while the auburn-haired Avenger briefly concentrated on gently sliding her tongue along one inner labial lip and then the other.  Then, Wanda began twisting her hand to and fro to rotate the fingers deep inside Josie’s vagina while she returned to swirling her tongue around the cooing student’s rock hard clitoris.

“HMMmm…I…I…think,” Josie began stuttering in obvious desperation before calling out loudly, “STOP!” As the black girl felt the superheroine below and before her pull her head back and withdraw fingers from her sopping wet sex, she gasped, “God…Damn…that felt…GOOD!  But…I don’t want…to get…declitted. QUICK! Put the vibrator in me! I want to cum…knowing…the cum will doom…my tits. I want to play milked dry superheroine now! Let’s see what this here…snipper…can do…NOW!”

Okay, Josie,” Wanda Maximoff chuckled softly as she deftly twisted the base of the phallus shaped object she had been holding in her right hand to activate the vibrator and orgasm detector. “It’s time to let you live out your debreasting fantasy.” As the stunningly beautiful Avenger deftly pushed the plastic sex toy into the black girl’s vagina, she added, “I hope you enjoy getting those pretty B-cups popped, Josie…as much as the rest of us enjoy watching the air slowly leaking out of them.” 

The Scarlet Witch quickly stood and twisted the rheostat on the debreasting machine’s right pole to ‘slow’ before announcing. “The on switch for the snipper blades will be remotely triggered by the vibrator in your vagina, Josie…either when it detects climax…or when it comes into contact with the stand below you. I suggest you concentrate on keeping the device inside you, girl…because it would really blow to miss out on your last breasted climax, wouldn’t it?

“Not…going to be…a problem…Scarlet Witch!” Josie hissed softly as she closed her eyes and furrowed her brow while she sensed the famous Avenger step to the right side of the debreasting machine while the pretty Oriental nurse stepped to the left.  “The problem…is gonna be…building…suspense…for me…and my…sorority sisters…while I fight…to stave off…the inevit…! OH, shhhiiiiittt! God! I gotta…! OHHHHhhhh! FUCKkkkk! OHHhhYEAH! I’m CUMMING!”

Wanda Maximoff grinned from ear-to-ear as she and the audience heard the loud click in the midst of Josie’s climax-induced moans. The black girl’s B-cups were doomed as the twin snipper blades began closing together at a nearly imperceptibly slow speed. Josie opened her eyes and grinned sheepishly as she heard scattered applause and whispering and watched her sorority sisters begin bouncing with excitement as they sat on the main floor before and below her. Josie’s dream was coming true!

The Scarlet Witch nodded to Liz as the Oriental nurse stared with fascination at the parallel blades above and below Josie’s turgidly tipped B-cups. Wanda could tell Liz was drowning in jealousy as she watched the black girl shiver and sigh in climax while watching the gap between the razor sharp snipper blades slowly diminish. Liz blushed badly as she suddenly noticed the world-renowned superheroine staring at her, and rasped, “God! That looks hot! Do you think you’d ever feed your D-cups to a set of snipper blades, Wanda? How long before Josie start’s feeling the pinch?”

“I sure as hell hope so, Liz,” Wanda replied matter-of-factly with a knowing smile on her face. “My girls haven’t felt the loving bite of slowly closing steel jaws yet. I guess we’re both envious of Josie right now. She’ll feel the touch of cold steel on the tops and bottoms of her breast bases in about fifteen seconds. Then her orgasm will really get intense as pleasure begins to meld with….”

“Agony, right?” Josie interjected with obvious irritation. “Yeah, I got that, and, like I said, it’s not going to be a problem. Now, seeing as I still got tits tipped with nipples…why don’t the two of you each take one and start suckling for about ten seconds. That will shut you up while I contemplate having the time of my life. With any luck, I’ll orgasm right through the whole thing…OH! Yeah! That feels good!” Josie cooed softly as both superheroine and nurse sucked hard, side by side, on a turgid nipple.

The black girl moaned and gasped softly as she concentrated on the climax bursting from her loins as the vibrator in her vagina buzzed relentlessly on, and a pair of wet mouths suckled on her breast tips.  Then Josie’s gasps became a loud staccato sigh, and apprehension filled her doe-like eyes. The college coed watched first the famous Avenger and then the pretty nurse, recognizing the change in her demeanor, straighten up an step to the side to stare at the parallel blades.

“Yeah,” Josie rasped breathlessly with obvious trepidation as she stared into the Scarlet Witch’s gold-flecked blue eyes, “I’m pretty sure the blade edges are touching my skin from both below and above. I think the funs about to begin!” Then the black girl called out loudly as she looked out to the audience, “Pay attention girls…well you boys too…Josie is about to show you how to be a milked dry superheroine in style! GOD DAMN! I’m still cumming hard!”

“She’s right!” Liz squealed with excitement. “You can see a slight indentation caused by the upper blade pushing downward.  That’s surprising! I would have thought…as sharp as the blade edges are…that….”

“They will!” the Scarlet Witch broke in. “The indentation will only last until the blade edges exceed the skin’s shear resist…!”

“I feel itching sensations!” Josie hissed loudly. “Both atop and under my tits…OH! AHHhh! UhhhHUH! YEAH! I’m getting CUT! YEAH! I knew I was going to love getting detitted. Cumming hard….UHHHHHh!  OHHHHhh! YESssssss!”

Wanda Maximoff grinned as the audience began murmuring with excitement as they peered hard at the coed on the stage, trying to perceive the beginning of the debreasting. From their vantage points next to Josie, Wanda and Liz could see that the black girl’s skin had indeed been parted by the sharp upper blade…but just barely. The Scarlet Witch glanced away from the black girl’s breast bases to examine her audience. The girls, especially Charlotte, were bouncing with excited anticipation, and the boys were sporting rock hard erections. Sally and Amanda both looked nervous, but fascinated with what they were witnessing. Ruth, although obviously enthralled with the debreasting she was witnessing, shivered grimly; the huge breasted girl was clearly NOT looking forward to the end of her sex life. Then Wanda saw Mariah point to the stage and whisper gleefully to Kimmie.

The Scarlet Witch returned her attention to Josie’s B-cups, and immediately saw the reason for Mariah’s reaction; a rivulet of blood was trickling down the upper outside base of the black girl’s left breast, and there were drops of blood on her ribs below her right breast. Wanda smiled as she realized the double-cut debreasting machine was working perfectly. Josie was still sighing softly with pleasure, although not as intensely. The black girl’s vibrator-induced climax was clearly subsiding. The auburn-haired Avenger couldn’t wait to see the coed’s reaction when the itching sensation became pain and melded with the sexual glow.

Liz tore her eyes from Josie’s breast bases to grin at John as he stood at the bottom of the stairs next to Doctor Cummings medical station. The handsome orderly, sporting a massive erection, grinned back and pointed at her, or, more specifically, at her turgidly tipped C-cups. The pretty nurse blushed badly. If she and John kept egging each other on, one or both of them just MIGHT give in to temptation. Liz grinned and stared intensely at John’s erection as she nodded and mouthed a silent ‘you first’. The Oriental girl giggled as the orderly’s massive member bounced in reaction, before both of their attentions were brought back to Josie’s B-cups as the coed’s gasps of orgasm became tinged with moans the spoke of pain.

“Damn, Scarlet Witch!” Josie gasped softly as her brown eyes winced and grim foreboding filled her face. “My tits are beginning to let me know…they aren’t too happy…about taking the chop! Maybe we should try…a faster setting!”

“Hang in there, Josie,” Wanda replied calmly with a friendly smile on her face as she noted there wasn’t TOO much blood on the black girls torso, and very little on the floor.  The big-breasted heroine noted that the upper blade, and obviously the lower blade as well, were buried a half inch into the black girl’s conical appendages, leaving only a quarter inch of steel protruding above her breast bases. “Concentrate on the pleasure emanating from your sex, and the realization that you’re being publically debreasted for your sorority sisters’ viewing pleasure. Let that pleasure and self satisfaction mix with the sensations coming from your breasts. You’ll find this new sensation to be very erotic, I think. Concentrate! You’re only going to be able to experience a debreasting once, Josie!”

“Yeah…” Josie gasped softly back as she stared at the thin steel slowly being buried into the bases of her breasts, “unlike…you…milked dry…superheroines! No offense…but…right now…I’m thinking…once will…do me just… OHhhh! UHHhhh! OHhhhh! I see…what you mean…Scarlet Witch! That…cum…was…INTENSE!”

Wanda giggled softly as the dark-skinned coed threw her head back and sighed in ecstasy. The big-breasted heroine again wished she were the one in the debreasting machine. “Look down, Josie!” The Scarlet Witch urged softly as her attention returned to her patient. “The upper blade is below the apexes of your breasts, and no doubt the lower blade is fully buried in breast tissue as well. You’re about halfway done!” Wanda laughed as the black girl’s eyes shot downward and widened before issuing a staccato sigh of climax.

“Damn!” Josie rasped while she fought for composure as she noted how deeply the upper blade was buried into her appendages. “Halfway…detitted! That’s…HOT! Doesn’t feel…so bad…just now.”

“Good!” the Scarlet Witch spat with obvious satisfaction. “Enjoy the erotic sensation of the debreasting as long as you can. The last minute or so will be a bit more challenging. The blades will soon reach the high density of nerves in the cores of your breasts…the same nerves that make your nipples so sensitive. Keep concentrating on the sexual glow in your sex, and you may actually enjoy the agony as it melds with the pleasure. I know more than a few superheroines who relish such sensations.”

“Do tell!” Josie spat hoarsely as tears filled her brown eyes. “Must be…sick puppies…them…superheroines…cause this…HURTS…like hell!”

“Concentrate on the vibrator, Josie!” Liz urged softly as the Scarlet Witch blushed badly. “You’re making this debreasting look fun…irresistible really. Look at the audience…look how envious your friends are! Some of us are going to want to enjoy the same fun…next year for them…most likely…maybe at the end of the day…for me.”

“You should…nurse Liz!” Josie stammered softly in obvious agony as tears streamed down her face. “Knock…yourself…out! OH! GOD DAMN…THIS HURTS! How…close?”

“Close, Josie,” Wanda Maximoff interjected in a soft calm voice as she stared hard at the space between the upper and lower snipper blades. “Only an inch left…at most. Let’s each grab a nipple, Liz. We’ll wiggle her breasts up and down a few times to show her.”

“That sounds like fun, Wanda,” Liz giggled gleefully, before more stoically asking, “if Josie doesn’t mind. Do you want to see how close you are to being breastless, Josie?”

“Knock…yourself…out!” Josie forced out as she gritted her teeth.  “Besides…might…take…my mind…off the…OH! AH! DAMN!”

The Scarlet Witch smiled shyly at Liz as she shrugged her shoulders and reached for Josie’s right nipple, and urged, “Let’s do this quickly, Liz. We wouldn’t want to have the breasts come off in our hands. Josie would miss the sound of her breasts making the double plop sound!”

“Now that would be a crime, wouldn’t it, Josie,” Liz chuckled softly as she reached for the girl’s left nipple. “On three, three ups and downs! One…two…three!” The Oriental nurse gasped with disbelief as she shook her breast while the Scarlet Witch did the same. She couldn’t believe how loose the breasts were on Josie’s chest.

The sight of her breasts flapping up and down, so close to being completely severed, drove Josie into one last intense orgasm. She fought to keep her eyes open and on her own breasts as the girls on either side of her released their holds on her nipples. The black girl gasped between sighs as her upper breast bases sagged outward and downward, and then suddenly began to drop and summersault. It was like a film in slow motion as Josie stared at the falling appendages, which ended, naturally, with a wet double plop followed by cheers and applause from the audience. “YES!” Josie hollered jubilantly as she watched the rock hard nipples below her, pointed at the ceiling, jiggle and quiver. “Just like a milked dry superheroine, I’m titless! WOOHOO!”

Chapter 7. Sally

Wanda and Liz worked quickly to free Josie from the debreasting machine while Charlotte hurried up onto the stage with moist wash cloths and a dry towel, and John followed with a silver tray. Then the Avenger watched patiently as Liz wiped down the dark-skinned coed’s chest and belly, although they weren’t covered with as much blood as one might expect, and Charlotte wiped down the floor.

“Pick up my B-cups, Josie,” the Scarlet Witch commanded sternly once Liz seemed satisfied with the coed’s torso.  “Use the nipples! Hold them out so I can clean the blood off of them.” Wanda ignored the stunned look on the black girl’s face as she wiped the severed appendages down as Josie held them out. “Now put them on the tray John is holding, before letting Liz lead you to Doctor Cummings. Don’t worry! You’ll see them one last time before they go on the market as makeup bags. I’ll let you box them for me like Toni did!”

Wanda enjoyed the disbelief and disconcertment on Josie’s face as she followed the Avenger’s instructions before being led down to Carla who went to work on the girl’s chest wounds. After the doctor cauterized a few leaky blood vessels with a handheld laser, she immediately bandaged Josie’s chest, despite the coed’s repeated request to let her sorority sisters look at her chest wounds.  Meanwhile, Wanda moved down to the main floor to stand before the audience while Liz hurried away to fetch two of the large stasis boxes. 

Noting that the doctor had finished her bandaging, Wanda declared, “Your friends will have to be satisfied with viewing my new breast skins from here, Josie, as you help me box them for shipment. You were a great patient! Maybe I should let you decide who goes next.”

            “Hell yes, Scarlet Witch!” Josie spat gleefully as Liz arrived and handed Wanda a stasis box. Josie quickly stepped over and lifted one B-cup off of the tray John still carried as he stood next to the big-breasted Avenger, boxed it, waited for the Scarlet Witch to trade boxes with Liz, and boxed the second.  “If I get to pick who goes next, knowing we got to save the nullifications for last, it’s going to be Sally. We need some variety in size, and Amanda has B-cups like I do…did. Besides, our favorite quarterback just might get Sally declitted if he has to keep his hands off of her much longer. You ready to lose those pretty C-cups of yours, Sally?”

“Wild horses couldn’t keep me from going next, Josie!” Sally declared with obvious enthusiasm. “Sorry to make you wait, Amanda, but I’ve been dreaming about this for, like, forever. How are you going to do me, Scarlet Witch?”

“Oh, I’ve got something really thrilling in mind for you, Sally,” the Scarlet Witch replied with a chuckle as she stepped before Sally and weighed her C-cups in the palms of her hands as she looked thoughtful. “I think your classmates will be talking about your debreasting for some time to come, Miss Cheerleader. I guess it goes without saying that your debreasting procedure will be both frightening and painful.  Are you up for that?” 

“I sure am, Scarlet Witch,” Sally replied with a giggle, “although I admit the suspense is killing me. No hints?”

“Nope, but I’m sure both you and your boyfriend will get a real buzz out of it,” Wanda replied with a knowing look on her face. “Just watch while Liz and I set up the apparatus. Do remember to keep Paul at bay in the meantime. We wouldn’t want a good declitting added to your treatment, would we?” Wanda grinned as she pulled her hands off of the stuck-up cheerleader’s assets and quickly led Liz up onto the stage. It was time to give the stunningly beautiful long-haired brown-eyed buxom blonde plenty of time to regret her prima donna behavior.

“Okay, John, we’re ready for her,” Wanda Maximoff called out in a clear, calm voice a few minutes later as she and Liz stood near the edge of the raised stage just to the right of the guillotine. The stunningly beautiful superheroine and lovely Oriental nurse stood on either side of a flattish four-and-a-half-foot-high one-inch-wide metal pole that rose vertically from the stage floor just behind a narrow, eighteen-inch-wide slot in the tiled floor. The outer edges of the vertical flat metal pole folded forward to form U-shaped grooves that extended over the inner edge of the floor slot. Two adjustable-height belts, with buckles at the ends of one side and belt tips and eyelets on the other, dangled downward from the upper portion of the pole. “Bring her on up!”

The handsome orderly grinned and chortled, “And she’s pretty eager to join you up there,” as he pushed the shivering blonde before him up the stage stairs while firmly gripping the cheerleader’s upper arms. “Or at least she was a minute ago. She was chattering incessantly about how cool getting herself debreasted was going to be. Now that the moment is at hand, she seems a little less sure of herself.”

“Yes, well, I suppose we all might have second thoughts about undergoing extreme body modification,” the Scarlet Witch mused matter-of-factly as John pushed the obviously perplexed coed before her, “considering the extreme pain we all know will accompany the procedure. Put THAT part of what we are about to do out of your mind, Sally. Think about the nice big climax you’ll be having as you get your chest flattened.” Wanda giggled as the blonde cheerleader shivered and then managed a forced grin.

“I’m not afraid of how much it’s going to hurt, Scarlet Witch,” Sally rasped softly while the world-renowned superheroine examined the chords trapping her arms behind her back, one around her wrists and another just above her elbows, pulling her upper arms together and causing her perfect-shaped C-cups to jut out nicely. “It’s just performance anxiety like I use to get before a pep rally or the start of a big game. I’ll be fine as soon as the action starts. I just hope I don’t cum the second your tongue touches my clit. I’m really looking forward to superheroine cunnilingus!”

“Yeah, she couldn’t stop talking about that either,” John observed dryly as he watched the buxom Avenger check his rope work. “Charlotte suggested I help out by securing the patient for you, Miss Maximoff. I think she’s worried that we may start running behind schedule, and she’ll have to go be receptionist before we’re done here.”

“Yes, I see,” Wanda chirped with a knowing smile on her face as she grinned at the pretty dark-skinned girl near the front of the audience once again getting her massive bosom massaged by Jamal. “It wouldn’t do for Charlotte to miss out on watching all the fun that is yet to come…more debreastings, a nice declitting, and Ox getting himself emasculated…would it? As for you, Sally, you had better keep your libido in check. If you climax before we strap you to the debreasting station, I’ll stretch your clitoris out of its cavity and lop it off! Is that clear?”

“Yes, Scarlet Witch!” Sally spat softly as concern filled her lovely face. “I’ll try really hard to maintain my composure. Getting fucked silly by Paul later tonight as he fingers my flattened chest won’t be much fun if I can’t cum, and cum, and cum, will it? Let’s stick with getting my pretty boobies off my chest today. Maybe next year, if I’m tired of climaxing, I’ll let you declit me. Like I said, reading the declitting stories in your section of The Wizard’s Lair makes me hot. They ARE non-fiction aren’t they? You yourself have been declitted, haven’t you?”

“Well, it’s best I don’t address the nature of my stories, Sally,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly while frowning with a faraway look on her face, before admitting in a quivering voice, “but, yes, I have been declitted…just once…before the Chula device failed. However, given who I am…and the places I visit…it won’t stay once…just as my guillotining at Arcade’s hands won’t remain my last debreasting. Actually, my D-cups are scheduled to be fed to a pendulum blade a week from next Wednesday. It would be dishonorable to back out of the prescheduled event just because our Chula nanogene tissue regenerator has packed it in. So, unless our scientists miraculously fix the alien machine during the next few days…and there is no reason to believe that is at all likely…I’ll be breastless…if not clitless as well…when this clinic returns to Salt Lake City next year.”

“However, enough about me!” Wanda Maximoff chirped forcefully as the faraway look vanished from her lovely face and a sheepish grin replaced the frown. “What say we get those pretty C-cups of yours into stasis boxes, Sally? Liz, roll the cot over to the edge of the stage, will you? Sally is going to get her cunnilingus while she sits on my face while looking down at her friends!” The Scarlet Witch smiled with satisfaction as the blonde cheerleader grinned from ear-to-ear while Liz pushed a low cot on wheels to the edge of the stage and engaged the wheel locks.

Wanda held Sally’s left lower arm in her right as she stepped sideways to straddle the cot with her back to both the audience and the cheerleader. The buxom Avenger guided the lovely coed to within three feet of the edge of the stage as she lowered herself onto the cot and lay back, facing the ceiling. “Step over me and straddle my head, Sally,” the Scarlet Witch commanded softly while nodding slowly as the young cheerleader complied. “That’s it! Now lower your vulva by squatting downward. I want to be able to easily get to your labia and clitoris with my mouth.”

“YES!” Sally hissed enthusiastically as the famous superheroine reached up and used her hands to guide her hips over the waiting mouth, and she felt the first tentative probing of a warm wet tongue between her inner labia. “Lick my pussy, Scarlet Witch. Nurse, come tweak my nipples and rub my boobies while she eats me out. You too, orderly…one on each side. Make me remember how nice it is to have boobies…just before I get them wacked off my chest…by whatever sordid method this naughty Avenger has in mind.”

John chuckled as he quickly took a knee before the fair-skinned girl’s left knee while he watched Liz nervously bend and twist to position her head to the right front of the blonde’s torso, and quipped, “I’m happy to help your debreasting fantasy come true, Sally. I’m sure Liz is too, and hopefully she finds debreasting fantasies contagious. I’m thinking this won’t be the last set of perfect shaped C-cups I help prepare for demolition.”

“Shut up and suckle on her nipple, my well-hung friend,” Liz replied with a confident smirk on her face as she reached with her right hand to tweak Sally’s right nipple. The nurse slowly shook her head in disbelief as she watched the buxom superheroine on the cot below her begin to earnestly work on the blonde cheerleader’s vulva with her tongue. “This is Sally’s show. Besides, I don’t think either of us needs much convincing. Do we, my soon to be stud-less stud?”

Wanda giggled softly as she watched the orderly nod almost imperceptibly with a sheepish grin on his face before he began avidly suckling Sally’s left nipple while Liz grinned and continued to pinch and pull on the cheerleader’s right breast tip. The auburn-haired superheroine gently guided the blonde’s hips back and downward so that she could gently circle the coed’s engorged love button with her tongue. The Scarlet Witch was immediately rewarded with moans of sexual need.

“My turn to suckle!” Liz spat softly thirty seconds later as she watched the stunning superheroine return her tongue to sliding between Sally’s labial lips. “I’ll be surprised if Miss School Spirit lasts five minutes before orgasm.”

“Maybe ten, if Wanda keeps it slow,” John hissed softly as he began playing with Sally’s left breast tip while the pretty Oriental nurse began orally pleasuring the cheerleader’s turgid right nipple and the buxom Avenger returned her tongue to the coed’s swollen clitoris. “But, yeah, five or less if she gives it her best…perhaps in hopes of catching blondie by surprise and collecting her clit as a bonus.”

Another half minute later, Sally gasped with obvious need as she felt the Scarlet Witch pucker her lips and begin sucking over the apex of her vulva. The sorority girl quivered and moaned as the orderly returned to sucking her breast tip while the nurse replaced mouth with hand on the other. As the suction on her clitoris brought her to the brink of climax, the cheerleader wondered if the famous do-gooder below her was really trying to steal her sex life. Sally took a good long look at the envious fascination on the faces of her friends below her before groaning with disappointment as the talented mouth below her returned to licking the furrow between her labial lips, and she regained her composure a split second away from disaster.

“My heaven, that looks fun,” Liz croaked another half minute later as she watched Wanda swirl her tongue around Sally’s engorged clitoris. “These superheroines are a lesbian’s dream come true…not that I would have any idea as to what a lesbian’s dream would be…no really. I’m just saying….Wanda must really love girl-on-girl sex to be so good at cunnilingus! Switch!”

“Actually, Liz” Wanda interjected as she leaned her head back to pull her tongue out of Sally’s shivering furrow and stare up at the blushing Oriental beauty while Sally groaned with disappointment, “I’m not a girl’s kind of girl either…I said so earlier, didn’t I…not even a switch hitter, really. However, we crime fighters do live a lifestyle that demands we be flexible. That means I do know my way around a vulva, as I’ll go back to proving to Sally. Just remember, my lovely cheerleader…if you climax before you’re strapped to the debreasting device…you’ll go home a nullo!”

Sally moaned with relief as she felt the buxom superheroine below her push her tongue back over her clitoris while the flirting couple pleasuring her breasts both sucked avidly on a nipple. The cheerleader gasped and moaned for several minutes as three mouths eagerly pleasured her assets. As the glow of pleasure grew stronger and stronger in her loins, Sally called out with obvious trepidation, “STOP! Enough! Get me strapped into whatever sordid machine you mean to use on my C-cups. I’m ready to…. I want to get my debreasting now…Please! STOP!”

“Very well,” Wanda replied with a soft giggle as she pulled her head away from the quivering cheerleader’s vulva. “Help her up and push her behind the restraining pole, John. Steady her with her sternum against the pole and her breasts on either side while Liz ties her ankles and then buckles the chest straps.”

“Yes, Miss Maximoff!” John spat gleefully as he stood and pulled on Sally’s left upper arm and forced her to step over the prone Scarlet Witch. “You did good, Sally. For a minute I thought you were going to get greedy and surrender a perfectly good clit…not that there is anything wrong with a nice clit clipping. That’s it! Step sideways and push your chest firmly against the guide pole.”

Liz laughed as she watched the handsome orderly maneuver the cheerleader into position behind the debreasting station, while the Scarlet Witch undid the cot’s wheel locks and pushed it to the back of the stage. “John’s right, Sally!” The lovely Oriental nurse chirped with obvious envy. “You did good! You got all the pleasure you could stand, and now you get to enjoy your fantasy coming to fruition. To make that happen, I need you to spread your feet until they are just wider than shoulder-width apart. That’s it. Now I’m going to secure your right ankle to the floor ring after I pry it up from its recess.”

Sally smiled and nodded as she gasped for breath and tried to regain her composure while she watched the pretty Oriental girl kneeling beside her snatch up a waiting length of cord from the floor and tie it first to a ring bolted to the floor and then around her right ankle. As the nurse snatched up a second length of cord and moved to her left, the Scarlet Witch stepped in front of her and began suckling first one breast tip and then the other, causing a low moan of pleasure to issue from her throat. “Wow…that’s nice…Scarlet Witch. You’re going to really have my boobies…glowing…before you…well…harvest them, I guess. I still don’t see…how that’s going to get done.”

“Have patience, Sally,” Wanda Maximoff chided softly as she raised her head to stare into the blonde’s gleaming brown eyes. “For now, it should be enough to know that your debreasting is imminent. Now that your feet are secured to allow access to your vagina for the vibrator that will, in the end, doom your pretty C-cups, Liz can belt your chest to the guide post. That done, there will be no way to escape the double mastectomy you’ve been dreaming about for so long, will there?”

“I don’t want to escape, Scarlet Witch,” Sally chortled nervously as she stared down to her sorority sisters and then flashed a wide smile at her boyfriend, Paul, while the nurse cinched the lower chest strap tightly around her back and the Scarlet Witch returned to suckling on her breast tips. “Hell I’m eager to get on with this and play milked dry superheroine. I know it’s going to hurt. It was obvious from the dairy day broadcast that even some of you superheroines struggled to maintain your dignity as the agony of debreasting was forced upon you. I just hope I cum hard enough to distract me from the pain. Does the hurt become manageable after you’ve been bandaged, Toni?”

“The burning agony is gone, but my chest aches terribly, Sally,” the no-longer-buxom, green-eyed redhead called out from the gaggle of girls in the audience on the floor below the stage. “My privates are still glowing with pleasure, though, and I feel immense pride in having accomplished a much desired goal, Sally. You’ll do fine! Besides, look at your humpies erection. By the time he’s done fornicating with you tonight, you’ll be too worn out to worry about your chest wounds.”

“Yeah, Paul does have a raging hard on, doesn’t he?” Sally quipped jovially as she felt the nurse tighten and buckle the upper chest strap behind her back. “You girls in front of him better watch out. When my boobies start free falling, that cock just might have a quarterback juice eruption! Just kidding, Paul! I just wish it was you bringing me to a boobie dooming climax instead of a stupid vibrator.”

“Speaking of which,” the Scarlet Witch announced as she pulled her mouth from Sally’s nipples and held her right hand out to take the phallus shaped plastic device Liz was offering, “it’s time to insert the orgasm detector into your vagina and turn on the vibrator. We wouldn’t want the glow of cunnilingus to fade too much would we, Sally?” Wanda Maximoff grinned with satisfaction as the cheerleader grinned sheepishly and nodded, before adding sardonically, “Your sorority sisters are just going to have to risk getting semen in their hair, unless you’re willing to let Paul share your pain as you get debreasted.”

“Huh?” Sally stammered in obvious confusion. “How could he do that? I mean without giving up male parts?”

“Sorry, Sally,” Wanda replied with a sheepish look on her face. “Sharing a girl’s pain is a colloquial expression I learned. It means a male is sensing what his female partner is feeling by the way her anal cavity is reacting to the external stimuli. Paul could share your pain by inserting his manhood in your back door. I guarantee your sphincter is really going to clamp down around the base of his manhood and flutter violently as you are being debreasted. I really hate anal sex, but I found sharing my pain to be an interesting experience. Have you had anal sex before, Sally?

“NO!” Sally spat with obvious disdain as she blushed badly. “Paul wanted to but I wouldn’t. He said he did it once with a previous girlfriend. He got me to watch some anal casting videos in order to try to talk me into it. It looked both painful and disgusting. Besides, if he were up here behind me he wouldn’t get to see my debreasting properly.”

“Yes, that would be a problem, wouldn’t it?” the Scarlet Witch admitted with a smirk on her face. “Like I said, I really hate anal sex. I agree that it is both painful and disgusting, although I found the sharing my pain part to be somewhat of an exception. You hardly notice the anal intrusion while you’re climaxing in the midst of getting your chest painfully wrecked. Still, not getting to watch the debreasting is a problem that could only be rectified if I was willing to go against company policy and give you and Paul…no…make that the University of Utah chapter of Kappa Delta Sigma a high definition recording of this session’s entire proceedings, including sound and video from multiple cameras. My exception to company policy would solve the problem, wouldn’t it? What do you think girls?”

“Give it a try, Sally,” Mariah called out as she vigorously nodded her long raven-hair-capped head. “If we get the audio and video we can edit it and produce our own pay-for-view video as part of the fund-raising effort to pay for sorority sister debreastings when the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’ returns to Salt Lake City next year. Remember, as Sorority Treasurer I worked harder than anyone to raise funds for you lucky girls this year, and had to miss out on my own chance because I had to be on the selection committee. I want to be standing where you are next year, Sally! Will you help a sister out?” The Latino girl grinned as the rest of her sorority sisters chanted, “Do it!” over and over again.

“All right!” Sally spat with obvious displeasure. “It looks like I have to take one for the team. The damn video better be a whole lot better than the free one that’s bound to show up on the internet. And there better be plenty of volunteers for me to watch getting their chests wrecked next year! Come on up, Paul.”

“Just one clarification before you get up, Paul,” Wanda interjected with a grin of triumph on her face. “If you come up here to share Sally’s pain, you need to know the ground rules. No splorting until the debreasting is in progress. That means separation of breasts from chest has actually begun. If you ejaculate early, I’ll confiscate your scrotum and testicles and you’ll sign the consent papers afterward. Agreed?”

“Nice angle, Scarlet Witch,” the six-foot-tall blue-eyed quarterback with dark brown hair replied with an ear-to-ear grin on his face. “Put the quarterback on stage and collect his coin purse if he can’t control his libido. If he goes pro and makes it big, the coin purse brings a fortune. If he complains, you have the video to show it was consensual. Well, I’m game. I’m confident in my ability to control my arousal. If sharing Sally’s pain is my best shot at having anal sex with her, I’ll take it. Are you really okay with this, Sally?”

“Yeah, I guess so, Paul,” the vivacious blonde cheerleader replied in a quivering voice as she stared back at her boyfriend. “Come on up. Scarlet Witch, I think there’s just enough room to get to me if you want to get me warmed back for a few seconds while Paul makes his way here.”

“That would probably be a good idea, Sally,” Wanda replied with a thoughtful look on her face, before nodding to Liz. “You two work on the breasts again while I go back to work on her vulva.” By the time the quarterback stood behind his girlfriend, Wanda and her employees had the cheerleader once again moaning in need. A few minutes later, the buxom Avenger pulled her mouth from the blonde’s vulva, twisted the base of the vibrator she still held in her right hand to activate it, and deftly inserted the plastic phallus into the coed’s vagina. “Don’t drop vibrator, Sally, or you’ll get the debreasting started without the benefit of climax, and try your best to relax as Paul takes you from behind. Paul, you’re going to want to be slow about it, and refrain from humping her once you’re there. This is going to take a while.” As she watched the quarterback nod, the Scarlet Witch flipped a small toggle switch on the edge of the flat metal pole above a small rheostat into its first position to bring the debreasting device online, and hurried to the back of the stage.

“What the hell is that?” Paul asked seconds later with widened eyes as the Scarlet Witch returned to stand beside the debreasting station while he was still lubricating his manhood with his spit. The famous superheroine held a small instrument shaped like the letter O attached to a wooden handle in her right hand.

“It’s a hoop knife, Paul,” Wanda replied with a wicked grin on her face as she pushed her left hand forward towards the quarterback while he stared fearfully at the castration blade in her right. “It has a razor sharp inner edge, and as you can see, it’s much too small to fit around Sally’s C-cups. Widen your stance before you try to enter her, and here, try this.”

“Thanks, but you won’t need the nutter,” Paul replied matter-of-factly as he took the small tube of lubricant from the Scarlet Witch. He deftly began applying the slippery liquid to Sally’s rosebud, working some of the liquid into the cheerleader’s tight little orifice with his little finger as she groaned with discomfort. After applying some of the liquid to his penis glans, he tossed the lubricant tube onto the floor behind him and carefully positioned the tip of his member against the center of Sally’s sphincter, before making a point of spreading his feet wide enough to give the superheroine-cum-castratix access to his testicle sack should he fail to live up to the terms of their bargain. “Try to relax, my little minx. This might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but it’s perfectly safe. All sorts of people do this all the time.”

The quarterback chuckled as the mighty Avenger, with gleeful excitement radiating from her face, quickly stepped to the front of the stage to one side of the debreasting station. The Scarlet Witch obviously understood that the most interesting part of watching anal sex was the expression on the girl’s face as anal entry was attempted. Paul knew that, despite his gentleness, Sally would be very entertaining for the next several moments.

Wanda Maximoff giggled softly as she watched the blonde cheerleader’s face while the well-muscled athlete behind her pushed his hips forward, pressing the tip of his circumcised eight-inch long inch-and-a-half thick penis against the tightly puckered opening of her anal cavity. The buxom Avenger blushed as she realized just how much she was enjoying the sight of Sally’s eyes widen and bulge as intense concern filled he face. The Scarlet Witch thought back to the many times dread and trepidation had filled her own face as anal sex had been forced upon her. Wanda felt slightly less guilty for the glee she was feeling at having successfully manipulated the stuck up prima donna cheerleader into her current position as she noted the fascination on Liz’s face, standing near the stage edge on the other side of the debreasting station while John stood behind her mauling her perfect C-cups and whispering in her ear.

“Paul…stop…it won’t fit!” Sally groaned with obvious discomfort as she felt the spongy penis glans pressing firmly into her sphincter. “Just go back down to the audience and watch.”

“It WILL fit, Sally,” the quarterback replied softly in a pleading tone, “you know it will. We’ve watched dozens of amateurs do it in the anal casting videos on the internet. Just try to relax your muscles back here!”

The Scarlet Witch grinned and nodded as the blonde’s mouth opened to form a huge O as her boyfriend pressed his hips even more firmly forward. The buxom Avenger noted the intense concentration exuding from the quarterback’s face. With any luck, Paul would lose himself in his efforts to take Sally from behind, either during his initial humping, which Wanda was sure he wouldn’t be able to resist, or due to the intense fluttering of her anal cavity as she climaxed hard while realizing her debreasting was imminent. The newly minted castratrix was looking forward to collecting Paul’s medium-sized scrotum and the goose-egg sized testicles it contained.

“OW, it hurts…I feel like I’m going to tear!” Sally whined loudly as she furrowed her eyebrows. The blonde cheerleader’s sphincter muscle was indeed exuding a burning sensation as it was being slowly forced open from an unnatural direction.

“We’re almost there!” Paul called back with obvious desperation. “The tip of my cock is almost….” The quarterback’s words were choked off as his manhood suddenly slid an inch forward and his girlfriend moaned loudly in intense discomfort. “My dick head is inside you, Sally. I’ll go easy now, and gently slide the rest of me inside you. The discomfort should gradually go away now.”

Wanda Maximoff nodded as more empathy than she would have expected washed through her mind as she stared at the embarrassment and defeat on Sally’s face.  The cheerleader had suddenly realized that her anal virginity had been publically taken from her, and that she would no doubt be forced to relive this terrible moment for the rest of her life due to the video recording her sorority sisters had vowed to make. The Scarlet Witch shrugged her shoulders, as she softly declared, “Paul’s right, the discomfort will fade…especially if your attention is focused on something else.” Wanda reached forward to the small toggle switch on the edge of the debreasting station’s left flat metal pole, pushed it into its final position, and twisted the rheostat below the switch to fully clockwise.

“OH MY GOD!” Sally shrilled as she ripped her eyes downward, after noting the look of disconcertment on the Scarlet Witch’s face change to joyful expectation, to see the spinning disk rising rather quickly out of the narrow, eighteen-inch-wide floor slot flush against the front of the restraining stand. “It’s a buzz saw…she’s feeding my boobies to a buzz saw!” the blonde cheerleader screeched loudly as she bucked violently backwards, instinctively trying to pull her flesh out of the path of disaster.

“Oh…SHIT…Sally, stop that!” John spat desperately as his girlfriends sudden struggles forced his manhood deeper and deeper into her tight anal cavity while her twitching sphincter clamped tightly around his shaft. “You’ll make me cum!” Fear filled the quarterback’s heart as he watched the Scarlet Witch step quickly from her position in front of the debreasting stand to stand behind him while she fingered the handle of the hoop knife. “Stop it! You want to get yourself debreasted…remember!”

“Yeah…like a milked dry superheroine…,” Sally stammered with a befuddled look on her pretty face. “This stand…that I’m strapped to…it’s a guide track for the spinning buzz saw blade…and the blade’s rising pretty quickly. If you’re going to fuck me before I’m debreasted, humpy, you better get started.”

“Good idea, Sally,” Paul acknowledged with obvious relief, “I’m buried to the hilt in you and, now that you’ve stopped struggling against the debreasting you’ve dreamed about, I’ve regained control of my urge to squirt. I’m still going to have to go slow though…I don’t want to make you hurt back here.” The quarterback grinned as the Scarlet Witch stepped forward and twisted the rheostat, causing the rising of the blade to slow to a nearly imperceptible crawl, before stepping back behind him. The handsome, well-muscled athlete nodded silently before slowly humping his manhood three times inward and outward in the shivering blonde’s anal cavity.

“UUuuggghh!” issued from the buxom cheerleader’s throat as her mouth again formed an O, her eyebrows furrowed, and her brown eyes bulged with concern and discomfort. “SLOWER! You can slow down…now…the blade is rising…real slow…now. I’m getting used…to the stretching…sensation…but my butt hole still…HURTS!”

“Another good idea, babe,” Paul concurred with a chuckle. “I’ll go slow until you start climaxing. Then pick up the pace until I’m close to splorting…then I’ll stop and let your reaction to getting your knockers sawed off bring me off. No regrets, right? I mean, you’re not changing your mind…about wanting to be debreasted…right?”

“No…I’m scared shitless…but no…I still want to…experience…being debreasted,” Sally stammered softly as she finally pulled her unblinking stare from the rising buzz saw blade to grin sheepishly out to her sorority sisters, struggling to ignore the burning sensation still issuing from her badly stretched sphincter. “I’m going to get the same treatment as all of those milked dry superheroines on dairy day…only better. All but two of those girls had their breasts fed to a falling guillotine blade. I’m going to get more time…maybe even a couple of minutes…to enjoy my debreasting…even though it will probably hurt like hell….”

“Not probably…it will be agonizing…which will hopefully meld with the ecstasy of orgasm to become something truly memorable,” Wanda Maximoff interjected softly as she watched the quarterback slowly resume slow anal sex with his girlfriend, who had finally stopped grunting in discomfort as he did so. Deciding she would not be castrating the handsome male, at least until the cheerleader began climaxing, the Scarlet Witch stepped back to the front of the stage so that she could see Sally’s face. “And yes, your debreasting will take about two minutes longer than my last debreasting took, Sally. You sound like you’re fine with that.”

“Would it matter if I wasn’t?” Sally asked softly with a giggle as she stared into the superheroine’s lovely face and gleaming gold-flecked blue eyes, and then dropped her eyes down to the Avenger’s massive D-cups. “You’re speaking from experience, aren’t you Scarlet Witch? You’ve been debreasted by a buzz saw blade, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” Wanda Maximoff replied matter-of-factly. “My last consensual, well mostly consensual, debreasting was by circular saw.”

“‘Girls’ Night Out—Boys Tag Along, Part 6, Chapter 39!’” Sally spat loudly as she had an epiphany. “Those stories in the Scarlet’s Sanctum section of The Wizard’s Lair ARE non-fiction. I knew it! Jeese! I wish I were you, Scarlet Witch. You’ve had lots of sexy adventures. I’m going to be very proud that I was debreasted by you.”

“Yes, well, thank you for the kind words, Sally,” the Scarlet Witch replied softly while blushing badly. “I can assure you that I am very happy to have been given the honor of debreasting you. Speaking of which, you better concentrate on the buzz saw blade under those nice tender C-cups of yours, the vibrator buzzing in your vagina, and the big penis your boyfriend has lodged up your anus. I’m going to slow the rise of the blade to dead slow now…to give you the most memorable debreasting possible…and to give me my best possible chance of collecting Paul’s testicle sack. I’ll even twist the rheostat to stop if it looks like you won’t climax before the fun starts. Just concentrate on the whirring hum coming from the spinning blade, and wait for the first sensation of a nice chill breeze on the bases of your pretty chest ornaments, Sally. You read my story…you know what that sensation portends!”

“The beginning of the end for my boobies, Scarlet Witch,” Sally proclaimed softly in a quivering voice as she watched the world-renowned Avenger again adjust the debreasting devices controls and then step behind her to stand behind Paul. “Not to mention, the beginning of my dream coming true. Milked dry superheroines aren’t the only ones who get to have fun. Paul, you can go ahead and give me a good humping now. I’ve finally gotten used to the overstuffed sensation back there.”

“Good!” Paul spat with obvious zeal. “It’s time to try to get you off. I don’t have the best vantage point, but that blade looks to be getting pretty close to the bases of your knockers, Sally. Let’s see if we can get you in full climax before the double mastectomy begins!”

Sally nodded silently while she felt Paul begin to take her from behind, almost with the same rhythm he employed when plundering her vagina. That observation brought her attention to the vibrator presently filling her sex cavity. It was beginning to fill her loins with a gentle glow of sexual need. The cheerleader nodded again and grinned sheepishly at her sorority sisters who sat quietly on the floor below her with fascination on their faces and, many of them, with fingers mindlessly stirring at the apexes of their vulvas. The football players, even Ox, were all sporting full erections. Yes, Sally found herself once again the center of attention. Naturally, this was not at all unusual for the vivacious, stunningly beautiful cheerleader.

“GOD!” Sally gasped softly. “That’s starting to feel good, Paul! Keep it up! The humming is getting louder, so I think it’s getting close to….” The cheerleader blushed badly. Not because she had just admitted she was beginning to like anal sex. The glow in her loins was growing in intensity, and Sally knew she would soon be brought to climax. Something she knew her friends would find very entertaining.

The blonde coed glanced to her right. The Oriental nurse was staring unblinkingly at the rising buzz saw blade with a dumbfounded look on her face, while the orderly behind her reached around her back to tweak and rub the raven-haired girl’s perfect shaped C-cups. Sally smiled knowingly at the nurse and winked. The cheerleader knew a debreasting fanatic in the making when she saw one. Sally giggled as the nurse blushed, and then returned her attention to the gaggle of girls below her while contemplating the pleasant glow at the apex of her legs.

The Scarlet Witch deftly slid the hoop knife between the handsome quarterback’s widespread legs and under his bulging scrotum. Paul was grunting now, and was no doubt getting close to climax. With any luck, Sally would orgasm soon, and the resulting anal convulsions would take her boyfriend by surprise and make him ejaculate. Wanda had no reservations about adding another pair of oysters to the ice bucket, and the makings of a coin purse to one of the small stasis boxes. She was, after all, a castratrix, was she not?

“Whaa…?” Sally gasped softly as she suddenly felt blowing air under the bases of her C-cups, and realized the beginning of her debreasting was truly imminent. Despite her oft stated desire to emulate her heroines, the cheerleader once again began bucking against the chest straps trying to pull her tender flesh out of the path of the buzz saw blade. “OHHHhh! OOOOHHH! OH YEAH!” burst from Sally’s throat as the glow in her loins exploded into full-fledged climax. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming while my boobies are about to be fed into the buzz saw!”

“OH…crap…STOP, Sally!” Paul called out with obvious concern as the blonde cheerleader began violently bucking, and then her sphincter began choking around the base of his manhood while her anus fluttered in concert with Sally’s ongoing climax. The quarterback knew he was on the verge of ejaculation, and fought desperately to stave off a fatal climax. Paul was panic ridden as he strove to avoid feeling the edge of the hoop blade that would mean life as a eunuch.

“HUH?” Sally gasped in disbelief as she felt an almost imperceptible tickle under the drapes of her breasts just along the outer edges of her lower sternum. “I feel an itching….”

“NNNOOoooo!” Paul cried in despair as Sally’s twitching and fluttering anus forced a warm semen geyser to explode from the end of his manhood, and he suddenly felt the razor sharp metal pulled into contact with the top of his scrotum while the testicles within glowed with pleasure. “NNNHHHHGGGHH!” Paul grunted loudly as he ejaculated violently. Tears flowed down the quarterback’s face as he spewed semen into the bowels of his girlfriend while he had the most powerful climax of his life, knowing his baby makers would soon be…probably already had been…severed from the apex of his legs.

Sally issued another long staccato sigh of climax as she felt warm liquid flooding into her anus, and as the itching sensation slowly spread upward and outward underneath the bases of her breasts, and gradually began to sting. “OH! GOD! I LOVE IT! I never came so hard in my life!”

Wanda Maximoff tossed the now unneeded hoop knife behind her and hurried to the front of the stage so she could watch the ongoing debreasting. There would be plenty of time to pick up the items on the floor later. At first the Scarlet Witch couldn’t tell if the blade, spinning so quickly the saw teeth couldn’t be perceived, had parted skin under the drapes of Sally’s C-cups. Then Wanda saw it! Red dribbles! Two under the lower inside quadrant of the left breast and one under the right! Sally’s debreasting was indeed in progress!

Sally groaned softly as the stinging sensations under the drapes of her breasts began to spread and intensify. The cheerleader’s initial climax was beginning to fade, and it didn’t help that Paul had stopped humping his manhood into her, and was instead merely leaning against her with his hands on her hips and his head over her left shoulder, presumably staring at the slowly rising spinning blade. “Paul, start fucking my ass again. Make yourself hard again so you can…what is that saying of yours…‘dump another nut into me’. It’s starting to hurt, and I’d like to be distracted for as long as possible.”   

“I don’t have any more nuts to dump!” Paul proclaimed with obvious disgust while glaring at the Scarlet Witch, who suddenly burst into laughter. “However, I still feel horny, so I’ll try to achieve erection if I can. Who knows? Maybe I’ll manage one last squirt. There might be juice left in my prostrate.”

“Please just try, Paul,” Sally rasped softly with both confusion and exasperation in her voice. “Knowing this was going to hurt won’t be enough to compensate for the increasing pain I’m feeling.” The cheerleader grinned sheepishly out to her sorority sisters as the Scarlet Witch suddenly managed to stifle her laughter and regain her composure. When one was part of the entertainment, one should do one’s best to maintain decorum, and Sally knew that applied to both clinician and patient.

“That’s better, darling,” Sally called back as she felt her boyfriend start to hump into her again. “I’m starting to feel…the vibrator again too. That’s good…because my boobies…are starting to protest…their imminent demise.” The cheerleader closed her eyes and concentrated intensely for a dozen long seconds on the glow in her vagina. Sally fought to ignore the intense pain slowly rising up her chest as the spinning saw teeth slowly chewed up into the bases of her breasts. The coed forced herself not to notice the warm wetness collecting on the front of her rib cage. Sally knew she wouldn’t bleed to death as a result of breast amputation despite the thin pinkish mist drifting to her left and getting thicker by the second, but she might have a heart attack if the agony got much worse!

  Sally moaned softly as the glow in her loins again began to grow, despite the excruciating pain that was emanating from the lower parts of her breasts and had spread upward to her intermammary cleft and outward and upward along the outer bases of her breasts. The cheerleader ignored the pain and concentrated on reaching climax for several long seconds, before suddenly gasping in surprise. The sorority girl felt a strange rhythmic vibration washing through her breasts. Sally could actually feel the motor below the floor that was causing the upward chewing buzz saw blade to spin at an incredible speed. The coed could sense the engine of destruction that was in the process of separating tender boobies from heaving chest.  “OHHHhh! UUUHHH! UH HUUuuhhh!” rang through the room as the realization of what the sensation meant washed through Sally’s muddled mind.

Sally blushed badly and grinned sheepishly down to the audience. The cheerleader knew she was making her debreasting look like the mind boggling adventure in pain and pleasure she and her friends had dreamed about. The cheerleader knew she was far from the last member of the University of Utah chapter of Kappa Delta Sigma to be debreasted at the Scarlet Witch’s hands. Sally was helping start a tradition that would probably last for decades, or even centuries! The sorority girl grinned with satisfaction before suddenly wincing in intense discomfort and shrieking, “AAAHHHEEEIIIIEEEeeeee! Damn…it REALLY….HURTS…whhaaa…?”

“The blade has reached the nerve-rich corridors of nerves that lead to your nipples, Sally,” the Scarlet Witch announced matter-of-factly as she smiled reassuringly at the blonde cheerleader. “It hurts like hell when those sensitive nerves are slowly severed.  However, on the bright side, it means you are halfway to emulating us milked dry superheroines!” Wanda giggled softly as a mixture of regret and pride filled the cheerleader's face.

Sally moaned and groaned for a good half minute before she finally felt the fiery agony slowly diminish to excruciating pain, and she could finally begin to refocus her attention to the vibrator in her vagina and the humping manhood in her anus. “Where’s that…second squirt…you promised me…Paul?” Sally rasped out with only borderline coherence. “I could…really use…a distraction…just now!”

“I’m working on it, Sally,” Paul replied softly as he wondered forlornly how a blade could be so sharp you couldn’t even feel the cut. He would have expected his body to protest castration much more vigorously than it was. Despite having forfeit his testicles by ejaculating early, it still felt like they were there and on the verge of spewing another load of semen into his girlfriend’s anal cavity.

“Good…because the fact…that the pain from my…getting debreasted…is diminishing…means that most of my nerves…have been severed…and I’m close…to being…permanently…boobless,” Sally stammered softly with more than a tinge of relief in her voice as she watched her boobies jiggle and vibrate in rhythm with the motor driving the spinning blade slowly crawling upward into her flesh. The itching sensation and the fiery pain that followed it had spread around the bases of Sally’s C-cups—up her intermammary cleft to reach the apexes of her boobies in one direction, and around the drapes of her breasts to her outer side boob in the other.  Even a blonde cheerleader could reason that this left only an inch or two of tissue in the upper outer quadrants of her breasts connected to chest. Sally had almost done it! She was so close to being debreasted she could taste the sweet fruits of victory.

Sally focused her befuddled mind on the whirring loud hum before her, and the faint rapid rhythmic vibrations the buzz saw was sending through her breasts to accompany the searing pain that enveloped them.  The cheerleader concentrated on the vibrator in her vagina and the manhood wedged in her anus. Sally found the myriad of sensations to be nearly overwhelming. Then she gasped with astonishment as she watched and felt her left breast, under the influence of the counterclockwise motion of the rapidly spinning saw buzz saw blade, rotate sideways away from her sternum.

The cheerleader issued a third and final triple sigh of ecstasy as she was swallowed by a massive climax. Sally didn’t notice a second massive semen enema as Paul managed one final ejaculation. Then the cheerleader watched her right breast slide inward, also under the spinning blade’s influence. Sally choked off her moans of pain and sighs of climax and peered expectantly down and around the debreasting station’s guide and restraining pole. The cheerleader watched slack-jawed as a pair of fair-skinned C-cups began to drop downward, as if in slow motion, and summersault once to land nipples up on the stage floor with a loud wet double plop. Sally grinned as loud cheers range out all around her while she stared downward at the rock hard nipples on the jiggling breasts that used to be her boobies. “Just like a milked dry superheroine and proud of it!” the cheerleader hollered with gusto as she grinned with jubilation at the clapping crowd below her.

Chapter 8. Amanda

“Okay, Liz, let’s get her free from those restraints!” the Scarlet Witch barked gleefully as she stepped away from the edge of the stage. “John, you get the meat…I mean…trophy tray. Charlotte, you better bring an extra wet washcloth to help clean up Paul’s mess. Speaking of our football hero, I guess I better get you straightened away first, hadn’t I?”

“How badly am I bleeding?” Paul asked with obvious trepidation. “That blade was so damn sharp, I only felt the very start of the slice. Look…don’t worry…I’ll sign the forms…I lost fair and square.”

“By getting you squared away, I meant I’ll have you undock with Sally’s anus and straighten out a slight misunderstanding,” Wanda replied as she giggled heartily. “Yep, that’s what I was afraid of,” the buxom Avenger quipped as Paul slid his manhood out of his girlfriend’s behind and copious gobs of spent semen flowed out of her anal cavity and onto the stage floor. “That first splort was a real doozie, wasn’t it Paul?” the Scarlet Witch observed jovially as she continued to giggle. “When a man thinks it’s his last cum, he squirts long and hard. Works that way every time!  Check your crotch, sport, and then kiss your breastless girlfriend.”

“What?” the quarterback asked with a dumbfounded look on his face as he blushed beet red and cupped his intact testicle sack. “But I lost! I ejaculated prematurely! I thought sure you’d followed through with our agreement. I should thank you for sparing….”

“No you shouldn’t!” Wanda interjected tersely. “I WOULD have castrated you if you’d ejaculated a second earlier. Sally said she could feel an itch under the drapes of her breasts just before you did. That’s always the first sign that skin is being parted. So you won! Sally WAS in the process of being debreasted when you seeded her anus. Now give her a passionate kiss and get off my stage. We have work to do. MOVE!”

“Yes, Scarlet Witch!” Paul spat with obvious relief and quickly kissed Sally before carefully examining the cheerleader’s chest. The quarterback glanced down at the severed breasts resting on the floor, before proclaiming, “You did it sweet cheeks. Just like you said you would. You get all the sex you want tonight!” The couple kissed again, before Sally pointed at the stage stairs and Paul rushed away to join the audience.

Wanda watched as Liz wiped down Sally’s chest while Charlotte worked on getting the stage floor back into a serviceable condition. When the two girls had finished, John stepped forward with a silver tray. “Okay, Sally, pick my breast skins up by their nipples and hold them out while I wipe them clean,” the Scarlet Witch commanded tersely as she took a wet washcloth from Charlotte. “Did you enjoy your debreasting as much as you hoped to, Sally?”

“I sure as hell did, Scarlet Witch,” Sally replied enthusiastically while she watched the famous superheroine clean the blood off of her severed left breast. “If they fixed your Chula device and I was a superheroine like you, I’d do it over and over again too!”

“Thank you, Sally,” Wanda replied softly with a sheepish grin on her face. “Put that one on the tray now. However, you are not a superheroine are you? That means you did this knowing there wasn’t a tissue regeneration machine to grow your breasts back,” the buxom Avenger observed softly as she began cleaning Sally’s severed right breast. “That makes you braver than I’ve been forced to be for quite some time. I hope I can match your courage a week from Wednesday when I stand with three of my friends secured to debreasting stations under swinging pendulum blades, presuming what follows will be our final debreastings, just as yours was today. Put my other breast skin on the tray and report to Doctor Cummings for treatment! Don’t worry, I’ll let you box my breast skins for me just like the other girls, but no, I don’t think you will be able to show your friends your fresh chest wounds or severed breasts. Go!”

As Sally rushed away, Liz, with John still standing beside them with the severed breasts, observed softly, “You know you didn’t have to take a pass on collecting the quarterback’s sex life, don’t you, Wanda? The fact that he thought he lost was enough to put a perfectly good ‘real scrotum’ coin purse on the market, and a set of respectable sized testicles in the oyster bucket. No one would have known. There is no way to discern when the parting of breast skin actually began.”

“I would have known, Liz,” the Scarlet Witch replied without any obvious emotion, before smiling at John. “Don’t worry! We’ll have more than a few willing male donors before the day is done. Added to that, Paul will be thinking long and hard about his near castration for a good long time. I’ll wager a few years from now, perhaps when he is a famous professional quarterback, he’ll be back and pay good money to be castrated…perhaps even emasculated…for real. Now, let’s go get those makeup bags in stasis boxes!”

Back down on the main floor, just in front of the audience patiently waiting for Liz to arrive with two more of the stasis boxes, Wanda Maximoff marveled at the cheerful decorum Sally was able to maintain as Doctor Cummings worked on the her chest wounds. The blonde cheerleader even maintained her pretty smile while she watched the doctor cauterized a few leaky blood vessels with a handheld laser, before getting her chest wounds bandaged. When Carla had finally finished with her, the lovely coed skipped over to the chattering audience and gave Paul a long firm hug, before finally stepping beside Wanda.

“So that’s why my sorority sisters were buzzing with excitement, Scarlet Witch,” Sally chortled with obvious self satisfaction as she nodded to the silver tray on the floor just in front of the first row of coeds, and the severed C-cups atop it. “It looks like someone’s been mighty careless with their boobies!”

“Charlotte thought John’s time was better spent tying Amanda’s arms behind her back,” Wanda replied matter-of-factly as Liz finally arrived with the boxes designed to keep Sally’s breasts in their current freshly harvested condition until processing. “She makes a good time keeper. On that note, let’s get my makeup bags boxed!”

As Liz handed Wanda the first stasis box, Sally quickly bent and lifted both fair-skinned C-cups off of the tray, pinching one engorged nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. “Well, it’s good to know that someone is going to put these to good use,” Sally quipped as she watched the Scarlet Witch pry open the stasis box. “I had a lot of fun with them, right up until a few minutes ago.” The cheerleader giggled happily as she dropped the breast in her right hand into the box, waited for Wanda to trade boxes with Liz, and then boxed the second breast when the lid had been opened, before whispering. “I had a blast letting you debreast me, Scarlet Witch. I’m a Junior, so I’ll be part of the audience next year, and maybe even a participant. Paul tried real hard to get me to agree to be declitted this year as well as debreasted. I am interested, and was tempted, but I decided my best strategy is to hold out for a fairytale ending.”

“That is very prudent of you, Sally,” the Scarlet Witch whispered back while giggling, “although, I must admit, I would have snapped up your sex life and made it a pendant core in a heartbeat. Hopefully, the temptation will be too much for you to resist next year. I have a friendly suggestion. Keep Paul’s memory of his near castration today fresh in his mind. If he gives into temptation as well…well, I think a life of celibacy is only going to work for a married couple if both partners are on equal terms…if you understand my meaning.” As Sally nodded, laughed, and hurried to Paul’s side, Wanda smiled knowingly at Liz, who immediately blushed badly.

“Are you ready to take your turn, Amanda?” the Scarlet Witch called out loudly as she stared over to the halved lineup of patients waiting for her special brand of clinical treatment. Wanda grinned at the athletic, hazel-eyed brunette with shoulder-length hair shivering before John with her arms secured behind her back by cords around wrists and elbows as her turgidly tipped perfect-shaped B-cups answered Wanda’s question for her.

“Y…ye…yes, ma’am,” Amanda stuttered softly and blushed badly. “Still looking forward to it…I swear!”

“I’m sure you are, Amanda,” Wanda Maximoff chirped softly in a calm friendly tone before adding chidingly, “as you’ll soon get a chance to demonstrate. Bring her over here, John. I want her colleagues to get a good look at her as I examine those perfect B-cups she presently carries, while I carefully assess them to decide what the perfect mechanism of their slow and painful removal will be.”

Wanda chuckled softly at the deer-in-headlights look on Amanda’s pretty fine-featured face as John grabbed the top of her shoulders and quickly pushed the brunette across the room to a position directly in front of her. The coed looked like she had just swallowed a canary as the Scarlet Witch gently cupped and weighed her B-cups in the palms of her hands. “Very nice!” the buxom Avenger spat with obvious sincerity, before gently tweaking the turgid nipples tipping pinkish brown areolae. “These chest ornaments look large on your fit and slender frame, Amanda. You’re left-handed, aren’t you?” As the shivering sorority girl nodded, Wanda explained, “I thought so! The breast on the side you favor is always the most sensitive one.”

“W…wha…what does that matter,” Amanda asked softly, before blushing again at her lack of composure. “Does it have to do with how I’m going to be debreasted? What are you going to do to my titties, Scarlet Witch?”

Wanda smiled apologetically at the comely, hazel-eyed brunette before leaning forward and gently kissing her on the forehead, and then replying, “I’ll stop teasing you, Amanda. Don’t worry! We’re going to have fun, you and I, as I make your debreasting fantasy come true. Trust me, you’ll find the method of debreasting I have in mind for you to be a sheer delight! Go ahead and chat with your friends while Liz and I set up the equipment. In fact, choose two of them to come forward and pleasure your girls. John, if Amanda fails to find volunteers to leave her pleasant memories of what it was like to be breasted, you and Charlotte can have the honor!”

Amanda gasped softly as the Scarlet Witch and Oriental nurse suddenly walked toward the stage stairs. She took one look at the glee in the huge-breasted receptionist’s gleaming brown eyes, noting she was actually licking her lips in anticipation of working over Amanda’s turret tipped B-cups, before calling out in a quivering voice, “Kimmie…Mariah…a little help here…please!”  

Five minutes later, Wanda looked up from the debreasting station she had just finished making the final adjustments to and stared down to the main floor where the slim long-haired Oriental girl with swooping B-cups and petite long-raven-haired doe-eyed Latino with perfect-shaped B-cups had Amanda moaning in pleasure as they took turns suckling her turreted nipples. “Thanks for the assist, girls,” Wanda called out loudly in a calm friendly voice. “We’re ready for her now. John, please march Amanda up here and stand her behind this debreasting station.”

“Hey, I can do this without your help, orderly” Amanda protested grumpily as John again grabbed the top of her shoulders and quickly pushed her towards the stage stairs. “I want to get myself debreasted, remember? By the way, thanks Kimmie and Mariah, my titties feel so good right now that I’m almost questioning that decision. Almost!” As John shoved her up the stairs, Amanda shrugged her shoulders and stopped struggling against the orderly’s guiding arms. The coed’s hazel eyes gleamed with interest as she was pushed across the stage floor past the circular saw station, guillotine, X-table, and snipper station to stand centered behind the station the Scarlet Witch had just prepared for her.

Wanda Maximoff watched with obvious interest as the thin but well-toned brunette examined the three-foot-wide frame John had positioned her behind. The coed’s hazel eyes darted from the round, inch-and-a-half-thick four-foot-high pole extending upward from the stage floor to her left to its twin to her right, before focusing her attention on the thin, flat, two-inch-wide, adjustable-height crossbar that spanned the gap between the vertical poles about three feet up, and had two thick straps hanging from it, one with a buckle at the end and one with eyelets. Wanda chuckled softly as Amanda began to shiver as she saw the twin, hollow, adjustable-width half-circle housings with shallow cutouts in the centers of their flattish tops hanging from the crossbar. Trepidation slowly filled the brunette’s pretty face as her gleaming eyes focused on the thin gaps stretching across the tops of the half-circles, and noted the cables that extended from holes in the round bottoms of each housing to closed cylindrical housings hanging from the outside ends of the crossbar.

“The cylinders on the ends of the crossbar are motors that operate the debreasting devices in the half-circles by winding the cables?” Amanda asked softly in a quivering voice as she stared across the frame at the smirking Scarlet Witch. As the famous superheroine smiled and nodded, the brunette added, “And I rest my titties on the shallow cutouts after you adjust the width of the debreasting device housings?”

“Yes, that’s right, Amanda,” Wanda Maximoff replied matter-of-factly as she locked eyes with the coed, and then added, “and then I’ll raise or lower the cross bar so that the cutouts are firmly against the bases of your breasts under their drapes. However, first we need to get your ankles secured to the floor rings you can see in the floor recesses. Spread your feet about shoulder width apart until your arches are just inside of them and then lean against the crossbar while Liz ties cords to the rings and then your ankles.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Amanda acknowledged softly before, while shivering badly, positioning her feet as instructed. The brunette bit her lower lip and leaned forward to press her lower ribs against the cold metal bar while John continued to hold the top of her shoulders to steady her and Liz knelt beside her right foot. The coed’s hazel eyes stared down with intense interest as she watched the Scarlet Witch carefully adjust the twin half-circles inward after releasing each housing’s two wingnut locks, and then twist the releases on each side of the crossbar assembly and raise the bar until the twin cutouts were firmly wedged against the bases of her breasts.

“Okay, let’s see how we’ve done,” the Scarlet Witch rhetorically proclaimed as she tightened the crossbar releases and reached for Amanda’s turgid nipples while Liz moved to kneel beside the sorority girl’s left ankle. Using the thumb and forefinger of each hand to pinch the brunette’s nipples, Wanda lifted so that she could see under the drapes of the targeted breasts to check the position of the cutouts. The Avenger released the nipples, adjusted the housings slightly outward, pinched and lifted again, before grunting with satisfaction and tightening the four wingnut locks. “Let’s get that chest strap cinched tightly around her back so that she can’t un-center herself!”

“Yes, we wouldn’t want her to hurt herself would we,” Liz chortled softly as she stood from beside Amanda’s left leg to slide between John and the brunette as the orderly continued to hold the brunette firmly in place against the crossbar. The Oriental nurse quickly threaded the strap with the pointed end through the buckle on the end of the other strap and pulled it tight. “Let her go, John, and see if you can get the strap one eyelet tighter.” Liz smiled as the orderly nodded, grabbed the pointed end of the strap in one hand while holding the buckle in place with the other, and grunted as he pulled.

“Can you still breathe, Amanda?” Wanda asked softly with a thoughtful look on her face as she stepped to the side of the debreasting station so that she could stare down the cross bar.

“Just barely,” Amanda acknowledged in a quivering voice as she watched the Scarlet Witch cross in front of her to check the profile of her torso from the other side. “Am I positioned correctly? Nothing but titties will get damaged, right?”

“Yes, Amanda, your positioned so that I will collect the maximum amount of breasts possible without damaging your pectoral muscles,” the Scarlet Witch replied with a giggle. “For someone volunteering for a very painful body modification, you seem strangely worried about damage elsewhere.”

“I’m a Theater Studies major, Scarlet Witch,” Amanda explained in a soft prideful tone. “My physical appearance will be an important factor in determining my ability to get work. While I haven’t got any acting work yet, I already have a contract with a modeling agency. The fact that I plan on using the breastless status I’m about to earn to carve out a new niche for my modeling career, once I have the side boob remnants removed and get skin grafts, weighed heavily in my favor with the sorority selection committee. So I have a big stake in avoiding mistakes that could affect my appearance.”

“I see,” Wanda acknowledged softly with a reassuring look on her face, “then we’ll be careful. I must say, I can easily see you as a successful model with your slender athletic frame and lovely fine-featured face. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if, after we are done here, Van Dyne Enterprises contacts your agent and arranges for you to make ads and commercials promoting the benefits that can be gotten through treatment at this clinic. First, however, we need to get YOUR treatment started. Are you ready for that, Amanda?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Amanda replied with the quiver once more in her voice. “Especially if it means…I mean…well…if I finally get to feel you give my sex a good tonguing!”

“Ah, well, here we go again,” Wanda snorted while chuckling heartily, “another patient asking me to get straight to the superheroine sex part! Am I a clinician or a call girl? I’ll be damned if I’m not sure myself about that just now. Yes, Amanda, we're at point where superheroine cunnilingus will get you ready to climax. I’ll bring you right to the edge of ecstasy. Then you’ll get the vibrator with the orgasm detector, like Toni and Josie did, which will initiate your very slow and painful debreasting when your libido gets the better of you. Let’s get started! Cot please, Liz.”

The Scarlet Witch gave each of Amanda’s turreted nipples long gentle suckles while the pretty Oriental nurse stepped to the back of the stage and rolled the mattress on wheels into position behind the brunette’s spread legs. Wanda stepped around the debreasting station and thoughtfully twisted a knob on the portable bed, causing it to tilt with the end nearest the coed rising upward. “That should do it!” the buxom Avenger announced with obvious enthusiasm as she stepped over the lowered end to straddle the cot with her back to the audience, lowered her behind onto the mattress, and leaned back. Wanda adjusted her position until her shoulders were even with the upper edge of the mattress, and used her hands on the front of Amanda’s thighs to pull herself backward until her head was under Amanda’s pelvis, with her mouth in easy reach of the coed’s exposed vulva. “Set the wheel locks please!”

“Hey, Scarlet Witch,” Calvin called out loudly from the audience, “why don’t you spin that bed around and work her muff over from this side. The view from down here would be a whole heck of a lot better!”

“Sorry, boys and girls, but I think I’ll keep my privates pointed the other way,” Wanda replied with a giggle while grinning sheepishly. “I’ve already done enough for all those jackers and diddlers that will be watching the tape of these procedures in the future. Besides, Amanda’s the femme fatal in this segment of this full-color high-definition film noir in the making! Speaking of Amanda….”

“MMMMmmmm!” Amanda moaned softly as the Scarlet Witch lifted her head and swirled her tongue around the rim of her engorged love button. “That feels SO good, Scarlet Witch! OHHhhhhh! Yes! Keep doing that! I can’t believe I’m doing this!” The brunette model threw her head back and closed her eyes as she concentrated on the delightful sensations emanating from her vulva as the stunningly beautiful superheroine gave her clitoris her full attention for over a minute before finally sliding her tongue through the furrow formed by her moist and swollen labial lips.

“MMMmmmm HHHhhmmm!” gasped the fine-featured sorority girl as she smiled upwards towards the stage ceiling while the Scarlet Witch refocused her attention on her sexual center. “YES! Nice! I can’t believe another girl is making me feel this way!”

Amanda forced her hazel eyes open and stared down to her sorority sisters and grinned sheepishly as she moaned and gasped. More than a few of the girls were grinning back at her with knowing looks on their faces, realizing Amanda was now regretting turning down previous opportunities to have girl on girl sex by refusing their advances. The brunette shrugged her shoulders and grinned down to the comely face of the superheroine assaulting her vulva with a swirling tongue. The Scarlet Witch was now pushing her tongue past her inner labia, probing the entrance to her love canal.

The thin athletic model gasped loudly and shivered with delight as she felt the Scarlet Witch press her mouth firmly over her sexual center and suck hard for two seconds before yet again swirling her tongue tip around her fully erect clitoris. “OHHHhh! AHHHhh! UHM! Scarlet Witch…STOP. Please…that feels heavenly…but if I have the rules right…I can’t let you make me cum. STOP!”

Wanda Maximoff grinned jubilantly upwards to see Amanda staring down at her with a reddened face filled with discomposure and desperate need in her watery hazel eyes. The coed was obviously hung up on the edge of climax. “John, unlock the wheel locks and pull me out from under her!” Wanda barked with obvious excitement. “I need to get the debreasting station activated and the vibrator inside of her vagina stat! Fight it, Amanda! You want some superheroine breast pleasuring to be added to some nice vibrator action before you plunge into mindless ecstasy don’t you?”

Wanda didn’t see the coed’s nodding head as she swung her legs off of the cot as soon as her head was behind Amanda, took the vibrator with built in orgasm detector from Liz as she stood while John shoved the wheeled cot to the back of the stage, and stepped to the left side of the debreasting station to flip a switch on the left vertical pole to ‘on’. The buxom superheroine twisted the rheostat below the switch to its slowest speed setting, knelt, twisted the base of the vibrator to activate it, and deftly inserted the plastic phallus to the hilt into the brunette’s sopping wet vagina.

“Are you still with me, Amanda?” the Scarlet Witch asked as she slowly stood with apprehension on her face. It was obvious to everyone in the room that the buxom Avenger hadn’t meant to bring the shivering coed quite so close to climax, at least not so quickly.

“Y…ye…yes…ma’am,” Amanda stuttered softly, still obviously flustered and blushing badly. “I…I…I…need to…. SOON! Please…pleasure…my titties! I…I…I’ll…climax soon, though!”

Wanda Maximoff nodded and allowed relief to flood across her countenance as she stepped in front of the debreasting station. The buxom Avenger grinned as she bent to take Amanda’s left rock hard nipple in her mouth, and then began gently suckling on it.

“MMMMmmmm!” the brunette model moaned as she fought to delay the explosion of ecstasy in her loins that was so very close to overwhelming her. Amanda wanted so much to make her debreasting the momentous event in her life she had dreamed it would be. She wanted the visual and sound recordings of the event to be a testimony to the virtues of the debreasting experience. She also wanted it to be as fun as possible, despite the drawbacks of the agony that was an unavoidable consequence of breast removal.

“OHhhh, yyyeeesss!” Amanda hissed in obvious pleasure as the Scarlet Witch shifted her mouth to her right nipple. “My titties feel so good, right now…as if they are telling me they are ready to meet their augured end. “MMMMMmmmm, yes! And the vibrator…it feels so…NICE!”

The Scarlet Witch switched back to the left nipple while she fingered Amanda’s right nipple and gently rubbed her thumb along the turret’s base. As Wanda slowly increased her suction, she felt Amanda’s lean frame stiffen as the sorority girl fought desperately to prolong the breast pleasuring by fighting off the climax she had been hung on the edge of since the lovely Avenger had terminated cunnilingus. Wanda Maximoff grinned around the nipple as jubilation filled her id—the lovely coed’s perfect shaped B-cups would soon be hers to collect.

“AAAHHH, OOOHHHhhh, AAAHHHAAAHhhhhh!” burst from Amanda’s throat as a massive climax exploded from her loins. “YEEESSSssss! FEELS…SOOooo…GOOD!” The tightly bound brunette tried to focus her muddled mind on the world around her as she realized the Scarlet Witch, grinning like a Cheshire cat, had quickly stepped to the side and was staring expectantly at her pleasantly glowing B-cups.

A half second later, as Amanda sighed in ecstasy, there was a loud double SNAP which sent a sharp vibration through the debreasting station’s cross bar, as four angled-upward blades popped out above the tops of the half-circle housings, a pair bracketing the base of each tittie. With fear flashing from widened hazel eyes, the brunette bucked hard backwards once, before embarrassment filled her face and she issued another staccato sigh of climax.

“Jeese!” Amanda gasped weakly as she shivered in ecstasy while staring intently at the two sets of blades, the right half of each pair pointing at 2:30 o’clock and the left at 9:30; the blades were long enough that the inner blades crossed each other near their ends. “Flee instinct…strong! Even…when…what you fear…is what…you want…desperately want. Are they…scissors…giant scissors?”

“Yes, Amanda, we are feeding your pretty B-cups to two pairs of giant scissors,” the Scarlet Witch replied without attempting to hide her jubilation. “I said your debreasting would be a sheer delight, didn’t I?”

“Yyeess….,” the gasping coed replied as she nodded while staring intently at the altars of her titties sacrifice. “Very…clever…of you. They aren’t…moving…anymore!”

“The breast shears will…sooner and later,” Wanda replied with a knowing look on her face and obvious self satisfaction. “The question is, will they close very quickly or very slowly into the bases of your doomed moneymakers, Amanda?”

“In between…please!” Amanda hissed softly and then giggled as she realized her climax was subsiding. “I want to remember…what this is about to…feel like…for the rest of my life…but I don’t…want to let it…look too agonizing…and like I made…a foolish decision. We need to…sell this…experience…Scarlet Witch. Right?”

“Right?” the Scarlet Witch replied with a thoughtful expression on her face as she dialed the rheostat from dead slow to medium. “However, debreastings are extremely painful, and that can’t be helped. The best thing you can do is to stop worrying about the infomercial, and concentrate on the vibrator in your vagina while you watch the scissor blades very carefully. The post-deployment delay should end very soon.” 

The lean, athletic model nodded and focused her hazel eyes forward, glancing from one set of scissors to the other with a look of pleasant expectation on her lovely, fashion model face. Amanda smiled as she gradually regained her composure as climax subsided to a pleasant glow, yet the vibrating phallus in her vagina still felt very nice. Then she noticed it. The left cable was moving, and as she stared hard at the left pair of blades, she could tell that both tips were rotating upward. The coed’s hazel eyes, filled with a strange mixture of trepidation and resolve, darted to the right as her countenance reflected awe and wonder as she suddenly realized something seemed to be very wrong.

“Scarlet Witch,” Amanda called out as she stared hard at the right debreasting module, the pleasure in her loins suddenly of little importance, “I think we have a problem. I think the right cable must be disconnected from its motor or something. The right breast shears aren’t closing!”

“They will when they’re supposed to, Amanda,” Wanda replied softly with a widening grin as she watched panic flash across the sorority girl’s face as her eyes darted back to the left set of scissor blades.

“Oh!” Amanda squeaked as the epiphany dawned on her racing mind as the left scissor blades crept upward. “Wow! One tittie at a time…and the left one first…because it is the more sensitive of the two! Wicked! You sure know how to keep a girl off balance, Scarlet Witch.”

“I do so try, Amanda,” the Scarlet Witch chuckled back as she enjoyed the dance of emotions playing across the brunette’s pretty face. “I think you’ll find the next four or five minutes to be very memorable. Look out to the audience and note their excited anticipation as they await the prospect of watching a really hot debreasting. Yes, that’s right. YOUR debreasting, Amanda! Look at the wonder on their faces as they try to comprehend exactly what is happening up here on the stage. Help them out! Focus on your left breast and tell us what you see and feel as the scissor blades continue to rotate upward and inward.”

“Y…ye…yes ma’am, Scarlet Witch,” Amanda sputtered softly as she stared hard at the slowly closing scissor blades and then examined her left breast. “I’ll try to do a little play-by-play…while paying attention to the vibrator too. I want at least one more climax before I box my titties and send them off to be some other girls’ makeup bags!”

“I wouldn’t settle for just one more climax, Amanda,” Wanda chided softly with a smirk on her face, “but each girl sets her goals differently. Now, why don’t you start with the blades, but be sure to tell us as soon as you feel metal touching skin.”

Amanda blushed at the poorly camouflaged admonishment before accepting the buxom Avenger’s suggestion and noting, “The blades, which seem to be rotating at a rate of one degree every…oh, I don’t know…two seconds…look very sharp…probably almost but not quite razor sharp…with inward bevels so the cut will be as close to my pectoral muscles as possible…and look long enough that they’ll project above the top of my tittie…eventually tops of my titties…by…oh…I’d guess…an inch-and-a-half or maybe two. So far I can’t feel anything except the cutouts of the blade housings touching the bases of my breasts. My left tittie so far looks normal.”

The Scarlet Witch grinned and nodded as the lovely sorority girl paused, looked introspective, no doubt trying to concentrate on the vibrator in her vagina, before staring hard at breast and slowly rotating blades with what looked to be eager anticipation. Wanda wondered whether Amanda was somewhat of a pain slut like her best friend and fellow Avenger, Janet Van Dyne, A.K.A the Wasp, or if she somehow thought she was auditioning for the role of clinic spokesperson.

“OH!” Amanda spat loudly with alarm momentarily filling her countenance. “I feel something cold on the undersides of my left breast…at about 4:30 and 7:30 o’clock, I think.” The lovely coed grinned from ear-to-ear and once again forced eagerness to replace the momentary look of concern. “I guess that means my debreasting is about to get started…at least for my left tittie. Fortunately, my privates are beginning to glow with pleasure again…so the vibrator the Scarlet Witch is using to distract me during the mastectomy procedure seems to be working fine.”

The brunette coed flashed a quick smile at, first, the Scarlet Witch, and then, the audience on the main floor before returning her attention to her left breast. Amanda thought she was managing to follow the world-renowned superheroine’s instructions rather well, while still soaking in the pleasure growing in her loins. She knew she would climax again soon, and knew exactly when she wanted that to occur.

“Wha…WOW…that’s weird!” Amanda suddenly spat with obvious amazement. “The sides of my left tittie…look like they’re compressing inward. The shear blades…must be pressing into the skin…but not hard enough to cu…. OH! My tittie! It’s itching…under the sides of the drape. That means…. OOOOoooohhHHH! UUUuuuuhhhh! UHHhhHHUUHH!”

Wanda Maximoff laughed while the college students sitting on the main floor clapped as the slender, well-toned brunette closed her eyes and threw her head back as the powerful orgasm burst from her loins. Evidently, the realization that the severing of her left breast from her chest had begun in earnest had been enough to send Amanda into sexual climax. The buxom Avenger was looking forward to see whether or not the newly minted fashion model was just acting. Soon, the B-cup would vociferously protest its divorce from the coed’s otherwise unblemished torso. When that happened, the Scarlet Witch doubted Amanda would be able to maintain the ruse, assuming that WAS what the buxom Avenger was watching.

Amanda sighed and moaned in pleasure for many long seconds as the ongoing orgasm gradually subsided while blushing badly and grinning sheepishly. Then, with a shake of her head, she returned her full attention to her left breast and the cold steel pressing upward and inward into it, and rasped, “Oh…wow…that was fun. Hmmm…where was I? Oh…the sides of…my left tittie…still look slightly compressed. The itching sensation…has flowed around…my tittie’s base…to the centers of the sides…now…and is being trailed…by a sharp…stinging sensation. The underside…of my tittie…HURTS…pretty badly.”

The young brunette, only recently past her teens, frowned and swallowed hard as she heard herself admit that her debreasting was now causing agony to emanate from her chest, which unfortunately was making it difficult to focus on the pleasure radiating from her privates. Amanda shook her head again, forced a look of eagerness and enthusiasm back onto her pretty face as she smiled back down to her left breast to sputter, “The blades have...already rotated…to about 2:00 and 10:00 o’clock. It’s…pretty hot…to watch…the steel blades…begin to…disappear…as my…breast…tissue…covers them…while my…tittie…slowly…unzips upwards around…the sides of…its base.”

“OH…damn it!” Amanda spat with bitter disappointment in her voice as tears suddenly flowed out of her wincing hazel eyes. “Didn’t think…this would happen. Crying…because my chest…hurts…A LOT…right now. Not because…I’m sorry…I’m being…debreasted. Still want that…can’t wait…actually. No pain…no gain…right? It will be worth…the pain…to get my…chest flattened. No more…pathetic bumps…to have…to cover up. No more…wearing stupid bras!”

“Hey…Scarlet Witch,” the sorority girl rasped with a silly grin on her face while she winced in discomfort, suddenly realizing that it was the nerve rich core of her left breast that was protesting the ongoing severing, “the other scissors…will work…right? I’ll look…pretty silly…modeling swimwear…with just one…tittie!” Amanda giggled between gasps of pain as the image formed in her mind.

“Yes, that would really blow, Amanda,” the Scarlet Witch chuckled softly while the girls in the audience giggled nervously. “Don’t worry! I won’t send you home half done. Why don’t you take a break from the play-by-play, and concentrate on the nice vibrator in your sex. The pain in your left breast is about to get dramatically worse, and….”

“HEY!” Amanda spat with obvious excitement. “I can feel…cold…sharp steel…moving under…my right…tittie! OUT…STANDING!”

Wanda Maximoff grinned as the audience clapped again and wonderment once again filled Amanda’s lovely face. The buxom Avenger was very pleased with the way the debreasting was going. Wanda tried to share her attention between the coed’s breasts and face, as she watched the brunette gasp and groan while staring intently at her right breast trying to detect the first sign of itching that would indicate the beginning of that breast’s amputation. 

Seconds later, despite the gasps and groans of agony being issued from her throat, Amanda grinned and nodded with jubilation in her teary eyes. The sorority girl was certain the scissor blades had begun shearing her right breast from her heaving chest. Then the lovely model gasped even more loudly, this time with surprise, as she looked back to her left breast. The scissor blades of the left module had reached the one and eleven o’clock positions.  The blades, except the tips, were completely buried into her flesh, and there was only an inch of breast skin at the top of her left B-cup between the sharp edges. The brunette felt astonishment flood through her muddled mind as she realized the sight of her left breast, so close to being freed from her chest, was causing sexual arousal in her loins.

The Scarlet Witch chuckled at the dumfounded look on Amanda’s face, and reached for the coed’s left nipple. Wanda pinched the nipple hard, managing to provoke a wince out of the shivering coed as she was forced to realize the breast wasn’t yet dead, despite the severe damage that had been inflicted on it. Then the smoking hot superheroine shook the breast by the pinched nipple to show Amanda how loose the appendage was on her chest, what with only a narrow wedge in its upper half left to resist the pull of gravity, before pulling her hand away.

A triple sigh of ecstasy burst from Amanda’s throat as a third climax exploded from her loins. The lovely sorority girl blushed badly but grinned from ear-to-ear as she rode the waves of pleasure washing through her mind and body as she watched the twin scissor blades slowly close into the apex of her left breast. Amanda choked the gasps of pleasure off in mid sigh as her left breast suddenly came free. The college student cum fashion model grinned with joyful fascination as she watched the B-cup tumble once to land giggling on the stage floor with the turreted nipple pointing upward, while a wet plopping sound rang through the room.

“ONE TITTIE DOWN!” Amanda hollered as she glanced out to her cheering sorority sisters with jubilation on her face. Then the brunette returned her eyes to her right breast and the blades shearing into it, and her attention to the waves of ecstasy still pulsing from her sex. The model decided that the play-by-play would have to wait for the sound of a second plop. Amanda was going to enjoy the rest of her painful debreasting as best she could, despite the fiery agony radiating from her chest wound, and the sharp sting now tracking the itching sensation that had already started up the lower sides of her right breast base.

Amanda spent several moments staring with intense interest at the slowly rotating blades and her unzipping right breast while moaning in pleasure between groans of pain. These incongruous sounds were suddenly interrupted by a loud gasp that was unmistakably generated by extreme discomfort. Tears poured from the young brunette’s hazel eyes as confusion filled her face, until she finally realized why the left side of her chest was radiating such excruciating agony. The tip of the right scissor module’s left blade was being dragged across the lower right quadrant of the wound left from the removal of her left breast. It was then that Amanda realized the Scarlet Witch hadn’t set the debreasting station on one breast at a time to prolong her agony. If the scissors had been engaged simultaneously, the inside blades would have fouled each other.

The sorority girl couldn’t force the frown from her pain-ridden face this time, especially while watching steel being scraped across the fresh, ragged wound. Amanda managed to shrug her shoulders despite the double bindings trapping her arms behind her back as she glanced at the concern and apprehension on her sorority sisters’ faces, before looking apologetically at the Scarlet Witch.

Wanda flashed the brunette coed a smile of encouragement, while mentally noting that the scissor blades on the debreasting station needed to be shortened to the extent possible before being used in future breast removal treatments. Then the auburn-haired Avenger made a point of staring downward to the stage floor, before looking back to Amanda and winking.

Amanda looked downward, past the chest that exuded such tortuous agony that she thought she might pass out, to see the single severed B-cup resting nipple up on the stage floor. Three rasping chuckles burst from the sorority girl’s throat. The conical lump of flesh looked pathetically unimpressive. To think of all the boys—yes, more than a few girls as well—who had ogled her chest ornaments with lust in their eyes. Pathetic!

It suddenly dawned on Amanda that she had had this epiphany before. While she and her sorority sisters were watching Arcade’s dairy day broadcast, she had wondered why the superheroines’ freshly guillotined breasts had looked so unimpressive as the villainous gamesman dangled the penalties of running dry before the faces of the human milk cows that were soon to take their turn behind the breast guillotine. Yes, breasts were overrated as appendages go. Soon, Amanda would be rid of hers, and would be the better for it. The coed grinned. The sight of the severed B-cup and the knowledge that its mate would soon join it on the stage floor was feeding fuel to the plastic engine trapped in her vagina with the improbable task to try to stir a girl’s libido while she drowned in agony.

Amanda’s grin widened despite the gasps and groans being issued from her throat as she realized two things: firstly, the agony was subsiding; the tip of the left blade had made it past her chest wound, and secondly, the vibrator and the thoughts of her imminent breastlessness were indeed resulting in sexual arousal. The lovely model thought that, with a little luck, she might just manage a fourth climax as she sent her right B-cup off to its new career as some rich girl’s makeup bag.

The young brunette bit her lower lip as she worried that the timing might be too tight to fan the flames of her libido into an explosion of ecstasy to celebrate an imminent breastless status—the blades were already at 2:00 and 10:00 o’clock, and the agony was about to take a jump in intensity as the nerve rich core running to her right nipple began to be severed. Although gasps and groans still issued from her throat and tears streamed from her hazel eyes as the discomfort grew worse again, Amanda maintained her pretty smile as she watched the rotating blades grow ever closer to a vertical position. The coed occasionally glanced at the lone B-cup and visualized a second beside it on the stage floor, knowing that the thought of putting both her titties and the pain of their removal behind her was helping the vibrator feed the pleasure building in her loins.

Amanda’s face lit up with anticipation as she suddenly realized the blades had already closed past one and eleven o’clock. The coed shivered with expectation as her eyes dried and the pain emanating from her chest suddenly seemed to be of secondary importance. Amanda was going to be the first breastless model to make a go of it in a new and changing world. The sorority girl couldn’t wait to experience the adventure ahead of her, and the glow spreading rapidly in her loins meant she would likely begin that adventure with a good hard cum!

Amanda stared intently at the right breast as the flesh between the edges of the scissor blades diminished to a centimeter. Suddenly, the thin and fit model saw the breast begin to sag downward, the appendages weight stretching the little remaining flesh connecting it to her chest. “OHHHhhyeeeaaaaHHHH! AHHHHhhhuuuhhh! UHHhhhhuuuuuH!” burst from the coed’s throat just as the scissor blades reached vertical. Amanda’s face beamed with jubilation as she watched the conical lump of flesh summersault downward to land, yet again nipple up, on the stage floor with a loud plop! “That’s it!” the brunette beauty hollered gleefully and triumphantly as everyone in the room cheered and clapped. “My titties are toast, and it’s about time too!”        

Chapter 9. Ruth

Wanda Maximoff smiled with obvious self satisfaction as Liz immediately went to work undoing Amanda’s bindings, John raced away to fetch the silver tray, and Charlotte headed for the stage stairs with two wet washcloths and a towel in hand. The big-breasted superheroine blushed as she realized Carla was grinning at her response to her team finally implementing post-debreasting protocol without being told. Less than a minute later, Liz was wiping down the breastless brunette’s chest as the coed grinned from ear-to-ear between grimaces of pain, Charlotte was tidying up the stage floor and debreasting station with the towel, and John stood beside her holding the silver tray like a waiter while sporting a massive erection.

            “Pick up my B-cups and bring them to me, Amanda,” the Scarlet Witch commanded tersely once the Oriental nurse had the young model’s chest clean and mostly dry. Wanda snatched the wet washcloth Charlotte had tossed towards her out of the air without seeming to take her eyes off of the slender, well-toned brunette as she stepped around the debreasting station to pick up the two conical lumps of flesh by their nipples while grinning like a Cheshire cat.

            “Did you enjoy your debreasting, Amanda,” Wanda asked softly with a smirk on her face after the young coed had quickly stepped over to stand beside her with pride beaming from her hazel eyes. The buxom Avenger’s smirk morphed into a smile as the sorority girl pushed her right hand forward so Wanda could put the washcloth to work.

            “Yes, ma’am, I did, Scarlet Witch,” Amanda replied with joyful enthusiasm as the famous superheroine began wiping blood from the severed breast. “That was the most fun I’ve had since Toby Simpson talked me into letting him pop my cherry. Maybe that’s because I’ve been looking forward to being debreasted for almost as long as I was looking forward to losing my virginity.”

            Amanda chuckled softly as she set the newly cleaned lump of flesh on the handsome orderly’s offered tray, held out the other B-cup, and continued with obvious self-satisfaction, “I can’t wait to take a nice long walk on a warm sunny day through the crowded city while my shirtless chest gets gently tanned…without having to worry about getting arrested for indecent exposure. Yes, I’ve broken another tradition of gender inequality by getting rid of the twin bumps society equates with penises and vulvas when it comes to prudish customs.” 

            The bubbling brunette smiled wryly as she watched the Scarlet Witch finish cleaning her second severed B-cup before setting it on the tray beside its sister. Amanda chortled softly as she glanced back to the world-renowned superheroine’s smiling face and laughing gold-flecked blue eyes, “Yeah, I guess it’s pretty obvious that I’m really stoked about having those pathetic lumps off of my chest. You said earlier that those B-cups looked large on my slender frame, Scarlet Witch. Well now you can tell that they were not worth the attention they often got. Watch the dairy day video a few times, Miss Maximoff, while paying particular attention to the parts where Arcade carried you superheroines’ freshly severed breasts down the lineup of human cows just waiting to run dry and take their turn under the falling guillotine blade. Then you’ll see that those massive D-cups you got re-grown are pretty pathetic too when you really think about it! Even those big melons looked small and insignificant when dangling from hands instead of hanging from your chest.”

            “Why thank you, Amanda,” the Scarlet Witch replied with astonishment and disconcertment on her face. “I guess I really hadn’t thought of breasts from your perspective before. Perhaps that will give me comfort a week from next Wednesday when I expect I’ll join you in your breastless status. Now, hurry down the stage stairs to the first aid station and let Dr. Cummings cauterize a few leaking blood vessels and get those nasty chest wounds bandaged up. Then you can box your B-cups…I mean, my makeup bags…right in front of your sorority sisters.”

            Wanda smiled and shook her head as the jubilant brunette grinned, nodded, and hurried away. The buxom Avenger nodded to John as she instructed, “Go set the tray just before the sorority girls again. Then get Ruth on her feet despite the fact that, like Ox, her hands are already cuffed behind her back, and guard her. The flee instinct is pretty strong when your sex life as well as your breasts are about to be led to the executioner.”

            As the handsome orderly nodded and stepped quickly towards the stage stairs, the buxom Avenger turned to Liz with a quizzical expression on her face and asked softly, “What did you think about our breastless fashion model’s observation about breasts, Liz?”

            “About breasts in general, or your big D-cups in particular, Wanda?” Liz replied rhetorically with a wry grin on her face. “As you know, I did see much of the dairy day broadcast live. I won’t go into what I felt as I watched Arcade mutilate you and your colleagues, but I will say I agree with Amanda’s observation that the severed breasts looked small and insignificant…even Wonder Woman’s if it will make you feel any better…once no longer part of a pretty girl. I think she also has some good arguments as to why they are overvalued as appendages when still attached to a girl’s chest. Amanda is making an excellent argument to go ahead and get oneself debreasted when the opportunity presents itself…an argument to girls in general, and for me and my C-cups in particular.” Liz laughed at the mixture of disbelief and hopeful anticipation that had suddenly filled the world-renowned superheroine’s face.

            The Scarlet Witch was still silently musing about breasts and the value attributed to them by society when a now bandaged Amanda hurried over to join her as she stood on the main floor in front of the gaggle of university students sitting on their piles of clothes. “Ah, you’re just in time, Amanda,” Wanda chirped pleasantly as she smiled at the flat-chested coed, “here’s Liz with the stasis boxes. You know the drill. Pick up your breasts.”

            Amanda grinned as she bent and quickly lifted the two severed appendages up off the silver tray by their still erect nipples, and, after the Scarlet Witch had pried the first box open, dropped the first lump of flesh into it as she quipped, “Bye, bye, tittie! I won’t miss you at all.” The coed grinned as she waited for the auburn-haired Avenger to trade boxes with Liz, and get the second box open, before chortling as she dropped the second conical body part downward, “Same for you, pathetic little B-cup that used be mine. I hope you both find nice new homes in purses or whatever. Thanks for a fantastic debreasting experience, Scarlet Witch!”

            “You are most welcome, Amanda,” the Scarlet Witch replied with a mischievous grin on her face. “I very much enjoyed helping you with the treatment you desired. Might I remind you that I have other equally fantastic treatments to offer a pretty young girl like yourself, as I’ll demonstrate momentarily. Can I count on your business when my clinic returns to Salt Lake City next year?”

            “Oh, I’ll be here next year, Scarlet Witch,” Amanda retorted with a giggle as she grinned slyly, “but to support the girls my sorority funds to get your services, not as a patient. I’m not saying no to the declitting you are so cleverly trying to entice me into getting. I told you earlier, I find the concept somewhat interesting. I’ll also tell you that my agent thinks getting myself declitted might be another important steppingstone to furthering my career, especially if you’re the one performing the procedure. However, he sees that happening a little further down the road, assuming my modeling career really takes off now that I’m breastless as we hope it will. He’s thinking big! A live pay-for-view special with other famous celebrities…actresses, singers, socialites, sports stars, and, perhaps, some of your superheroine friends…as my warm up acts.”

            “Yes, your agent is thinking big, isn’t he, Amanda?” the Scarlet Witch observed softly as she smirked at the breastless brunette. “If he can make it happen, I’ll be happy to act as master of ceremonies for the event and provide the requisite body modification services. I’ll bet I can even talk a few of my crime fighting colleagues into public debreastings and/or declittings as part of the broadcast…even if the Chula device remains defective and they know they won’t be getting do-overs! In the meantime, see if your agent thinks adding some male entertainment to the event might pull in additional viewers…there might be a quarterback or two out there looking to rectify a missed opportunity…and finally give in to a strong urge to get themselves castrated, or more.” Wanda flashed a grin at Paul before returning her attention to Amanda.

“However, let’s worry about the pay-for-view later, Amanda,” the Scarlet Witch chortled loudly as she turned away from the breastless model to stare at the nearly decimated lineup of patients. “Take a seat and get ready to enjoy the show. It is time for your sorority President to benefit from my body modification services. Bring Ruth over here and stand her before me, John. I want her sorority sisters to have a good view of her assets while I contemplate the appropriated method of giving her the debreasting she admits to craving, followed quickly by the declitting she probably has wanted for a good long time, but hasn’t had the moxie to admit it.”

Wanda flashed the slightly plump redhead with blue eyes and short hair her most reassuring smile as the sorority President was pushed towards her by the handsome orderly gripping the tops of her shoulders. Ruth was quaking in fearful trepidation, but the thicker than average nipples standing out from the very large brownish-pink areolae tipping her huge slightly droopy double-D cup breasts were fully erect, indicating the college Senior was looking forward to at least part of the treatment the stone drawing ceremony had dictated she undergo. “Face your sorority sisters, Ruth,” Wanda commanded as the orderly, sporting a massive erection, pushed the redhead before her.

“Yes…uhm…Scarlet Witch,” Ruth rasped softly with obvious discomposure, before twisting sideways and staring at her feet. The sorority President shivered and fidgeted as she wished desperately she could cross her hands over her cleanly shaven mons pubis and vulva.

“Spread your feet to slightly more than shoulder width apart, Ruth,” the Scarlet Witch commanded, perhaps reading the coed’s body language and deciding to remind the girl that a mighty Avenger was in control of the proceedings. “After I’m done inspecting those impressive breasts you carry, I’m going to want to take a good look at something smaller.”

The slightly plump girl’s frame visibly quaked for a few seconds, before Ruth silently complied with Wanda’s prophetic instructions while maintaining her stare at the floor. The buxom superheroine knew full well that the sorority President’s mind was numb with dread and fear. Wanda had been there before. The Avenger knew she had to force Ruth to come to grips with these emotions, or risk having the debreasting and declitting she was ultimately going to force upon the redhead seem like an unending nightmare rather than an oft remembered adventure.

The Scarlet Witch stepped behind Ruth, reached around the girl’s badly shaking frame, and weighed the coed’s massive DD-cup breasts, one in each hand, as she asked in her sexiest voice, “Did you enjoy watching your sorority sisters getting debreasted this morning, Ruth? Did you enjoy the plopping sound their breasts made as they dropped from their chests onto the floor? No need to answer. I know you did! I saw you clapping and cheering, and you had already told me that watching me getting debreasted by Arcade made you dream of having it done to yourself. Think of how hot these massive jugs are going to look as they freefall downward. Think of the really loud, wet double plop these massive melons are going to make when they land on the floor. Look at your sisters so they can see your face as you answer. Do you want me to give these big balloons of yours the popping pin…or not?”

Ruth looked up with the crushing embarrassment she was feeling obvious on her face as she rasped, “Uhm…I guess…I want it…Scarlet Witch. No, I DO want to be debreasted. I’m pretty sure getting my boobs wrecked will be fun…despite the pain. If Toni, Josie, Sally, and Amanda can take it and love it, well so can I. However…there’s the other issue…isn’t there…Scarlet Witch?”

“We’ll talk about declittings momentarily, Ruth,” Wanda replied in a calm, reassuring tone as she slid around coed’s slightly soft body to look into the redhead’s blue eyes. “First, I want you to smile at the girls of Kappa Delta Sigma, to let them know their President is with them as always, while I inspect these big girls of yours and try to come up with an adventurous and interesting way to turn them into wineskins. Just like the breasts Arcade took from me became wineskins, Ruth! Would you like that?”

“Yes, I think I would be quite pleased to learn that these big boobs your feeling up with your gentle hands had been used to make wineskins, Scarlet Witch,” Ruth chuckled softly as the world-renowned superheroine gently rubbed and tickled her breasts, and then began pulling on and kneading her nipples. “They’re quite sensitive, as you could tell if you sucked on…OH…yes…that feels nice!” Ruth moaned softly as the buxom Avenger began suckling nipples, alternating breasts every fifteen seconds.

Two minutes later, the auburn-haired heroine pulled her head back, and Ruth rasped with both wonder and hope in her watery blue eyes, “Have you decided which debreasting station to use on my boobs, Miss Maximoff. As you’ve used all four stations, I’d lobby for the guillotine. Not because of the debreasting speed…I kind of think it would be wickedly fun to be under you on the X-table.”

“I’ve got plenty of debreasting stations you haven’t seen yet, Ruth,” the Scarlet Witch chirped gleefully as she slowly dropped her hands away from the redhead’s slightly drooping double Ds, “so these big jugs won’t get fed to the guillotine. However, what I have in mind for your huge girls will be similar to the guillotine in some aspects. Now, I guess we need to talk about your imminent declitting, don’t we?”

“Uhm…crap…I’m being a real pussy,” Ruth croaked as tears streamed down her cheeks and her face reddened with dread and embarrassment. “I almost never cry in public. It’s just…the realization that my ability to climax…is about to be abruptly and painfully terminated…is troubling to me…in more ways than you can imagine. I’ve only been…with like…two boys…in my life…and both really blew at sex…and had tiny penises to boot! I thought that…after college…I could work on my figure…maybe attract some real studs…like the boys in the room with us.”

“Let’s have you men stand up!” the Scarlet Witch commanded tersely. “You too, John! Step forward so that Ruth can see your erection. Keep quiet, men...all of you…regardless of what I say.” Wanda locked eyes with the coed while she watched Ruth blush as she fought not to stare at the erect phalluses before her, and failed miserably, before observing, “These men are glad to be with you right now, Ruth. The fact that their penises are stiff and jutting outward and upward is an indication that you are going to bring excitement to their lives even without losing weight. Are you boys looking forward to watching another debreasting? Are you boys looking forward to watching Ruth’s declitting?” Without looking, Wanda knew the male members had visibly reacted in a positive way to her second question.

“If they react that way to the PROSPECT of watching you getting declitted, Ruth,” Wanda Maximoff chortled softly as she continued to stare into the sorority Presidents tearing eyes, “just think of the reaction you’re going to get while they WATCH your ongoing clitoridectomy. I bet some of them ejaculate! I bet lots of boys are going to ejaculate while watching the pay-for-view film that will help pay for next year’s sorority debreasting fund. I’m sorry your experience with boyfriends hasn’t been what it should have been, but frankly, had Ox picked the white stone, I don’t think the future was likely to be an improvement. Let’s face it. What we are about to do is going to bring way more sexual bliss to others, and perhaps to you yourself, than you could have ever otherwise been part of.”

“What I’ve just said should let you know that I can’t not follow through with what we, you and I, have agreed to, momentarily, do Ruth,” Wanda explained in a calm reassuring tone. “Don’t worry about what comes next until we get there. There will be plenty of time to find out whether you’re one of those special girls who are able to climax during vaginal stimulation. Don’t worry, about the pain, Ruth. I can tell you from firsthand experience, as I admitted earlier, that the sensation of a white hot poker on your love button is just as manageable as the pain from breast removal. Now, you said you enjoyed reading declitting stories, and mentioned my Batgirl story in particular. If reading about Batgirl being declitted was a turn on, having it done to you is going to be a real blast. Especially the clitoral stretching!”   

Ruth swallowed hard as she watched the Scarlet Witch drop to her knees and felt her begin exploring her vulva with her fingers as she stared with great intensity at the swollen button of flesh at its apex. “Are you going to…use the declitting tube…on me…Scarlet Witch?” the slightly plump redhead queried softly in a quaking voice. “Like the drug lord…did on Batgirl…during her declitting?”

“Yes,” Wanda Maximoff admitted in a colder tone than she meant to as she stared at the fully erect clitoris before her and the moist swollen labial lips below it, before elaborating with, “I’m going to use a declitting tube to stretch your tiny organ out of its burrow and make it ready for its beheading. Yes, just like the drug lord did with Batgirl in her dream…well, in real life too…not too long after I was told about the dream. Keep watching my section of The Wizard’s Lair…I’ll get to it sooner or later. The decapitation of your clitoris will differ from the Batgirl story, though, Ruth, as you’ll find out soon enough. Whatever reservations you think you have about being declitted, I can tell you your little organ disagrees. It’s standing up straight and tall and begging to get its stretching started. What say we let it have its way, Ruth?”

Ruth coughed and tried to blink the tears from her eyes as she stood shivering for a dozen seconds, before replying, “Uhm…I guess so. I mean…I understand there’s no avoiding it…now. I just hope the little bugger…really…knows what’s best for me.”

“That’s the brave trooper I knew you can be, Ruth,” Wanda Maximoff announced as reassuringly as possible. “You get the same privilege as Amanda did. Pick two people from the audience to pleasure your breasts while Liz and I set up the debreasting station. Don’t let anyone touch her vulva, John!”

As the Scarlet Witch and the Oriental nurse rushed away, a thoughtful Ruth called out with a mixture of trepidation and expectation, “Toni and Sally, come out here and pay homage to what you no longer have and I’m about to lose.”

            Wanda Maximoff glowed with self-satisfaction as eager anticipation, with just the right undertone of nervous trepidation, beamed from Ruth’s face as she occasionally twisted her neck, between long stretches of moaning in pleasure as the two lovely breastless sorority girls worked mouths and fingers over her huge DD-cup breasts, to steal glances at herself and Liz modifying the X-table in subtle ways. Wanda knew the eager anticipation was primarily due to Ruth’s assumption that the X-table would again be used as a platform to facilitate the Scarlet Witch performing cunnilingus on the soft-bodied redhead while her sorority sisters and the football players watched. The auburn-haired Avenger couldn’t wait to watch the befuddled look on Ruth’s face when she realized the X-table would also double as the nullification station.

            “I think we are set here, Miss Maximoff,” Liz chirped softly with obvious enthusiasm while smiling broadly. “Should I hit the switch to lower….”

            “No, we won’t do that until Ruth is strapped in and on the edge of having the biggest…and probably the last…climax of her life, Liz,” the Scarlet Witch chortled jovially. “I want the sexually sordid plot twist to be the epiphany that sends her over that edge and into ecstasy. Go ahead down to the main floor and crowd into the center of the front row of the audience so you’ll have a great view of what comes next. You will love watching the look on Ruth’s face as she feels her sexual center getting readied to take the proverbial chop.”

            “Joining John in trying to entice me into filling a necklace pendent at the end of the day, are you, Scarlet Witch?” Liz replied with a nervous giggle. “Don’t waste your energy. Either I’m going to do it, or I’m not. Peer pressure won’t sway me. I’ll make my mind up about if and the extent to which I want to take advantage of your services, in lieu of my salary, after watching a full day of treatment sessions…and, probably, not until John makes his own mind up.” The Oriental nurse grinned sheepishly and hurried away before the buxom Avenger could respond.

            “Take your seats, Sally and Toni,” the Scarlet Witch instructed a few minutes later as she stepped behind a gasping and moaning Ruth. “From the sounds of things, your sorority President won’t soon forget the pleasure a set of pampered breasts can…or soon…once could…bring a girl. What say we now shift Ruth’s attention away from those massive double Ds she presently carries on her chest to the love button that is…for the vast majority of women…the sole path to the ecstasy of sexual climax. It is time to make ready your clitoris for execution, Ruth. I think you will find that…the make ready part I mean…a most fascinating experience, Ruth. While John holds your arms so you can’t lose your balance, spread your legs wide until your feet are more than shoulder width apart. Do it NOW!”

            Ruth gasped loudly and began shivering with dread and trepidation, before gulping as the Scarlet Witch stepped before her with her right hand behind her back. The redhead then blushed badly as she complied with the buxom Avenger’s command and slid her feet outward, giving the audience sitting on the floor before her an easy view of her moist and puffy vulva and the clean shaven pubic mound above it. The sorority President issued a soft whimper as the famous superheroine smiled wryly at her and dropped to her knees while sliding sideways and rotating to straddle her right ankle and lower leg.  Then Ruth moaned with a strange combination of apprehension and sexual anticipation as she felt the beautiful mutant slowly lift her left hand up behind her thighs and gently begin to slide her index and middle fingers through the furrow formed by her well-lubricated lower lips.

            “I’m not sure what your brain is telling you just now, Ruth,” Wanda Maximoff declared softly as she smiled up to the quaking redhead above her and gently circled the rim of the sorority President’s protruding, blood-engorged clitoris, “but your privates leave no doubt about their embracement of the adventure ahead of them. Your pretty little love button is standing tall, eagerly volunteering for the noose to be put around its head and…soon afterwards…the the sharp edge against the neck below it.”

            Ruth’s blush deepened as she heard herself issue a needful moan while the Scarlet Witch’s left hand deftly pleasured her privates. “Yeah…w…w…well I guess I liked the declitting stories…liked them more than I thought,” the redhead stammered while nodding with grim acceptance on her face. “Show it to me, Scarlet Witch!”

            Wanda fought to muffle the gleeful chuckle issuing from her throat as she slowly brought her right hand forward to hold it palm up about a foot in front of Ruth’s belly. The auburn-haired Avenger smirked as she watched fearful fascination fill the plumpish, huge-breasted, short-haired redhead’s blue eyes as she stared down at the six-inch-long, three-quarter-inch diameter, transparent tube resting on the open hand. “Tell your sorority sisters what this is, Ruth!” the Scarlet Witch commanded tersely as she watched the rather plain looking girl’s breast tips become rock hard turrets and felt her clitoral glans swell under her circling finger. “Tell them how the device functions!”

            Ruth shook her head three times before replying in a soft rasping voice, “I…i…it’s a declitting tube. The n…n…name…pretty much…makes its function…obvious…doesn’t it? Bu…bu…but you want me…to describe…how it works…don’t you?”

            “Pretty much, Ruth,” Wanda Maximoff chirped and then giggled. Thoughtfully, she pointed the end of the device first at the shivering redhead and then at the audience, before holding the transparent tube out sideways for all to see.

            Ruth coughed as she blushed again while fighting for composure, and then explained with a forlorn look on her face, “The hole in the end of the tube…the end is actually a thin metal contractible diaphragm…. Well the hole gets pushed over the targeted clitoris. The little black rings you see in the transparent tube barrel…are sticky rubber tori…also contractible diaphragms. When the sliding button on the tube barrel is slid into the ‘on’ position…while the hole at the end is over a clitoris…and firmly against the apex of a vulva…the lowermost sticky torus tries to contract around and grab the head of the clitoris. Then it retracts up the tube…and if the grab was successful…stretches the clitoral glans outward and up the tube so the next torus up the tube can grab the glans. If the pass of flesh is successful…the first torus releases its hold and is pushed back down the tube to contract again. Then the first two tori retract up the tube to pass the clitoral glans to the third tori…then both expand and are pushed back down to grab even lower on the clitoral shaft, before all three are retracted to pass the clit head to the forth torus.  This sequence continues…stretching the tender sex organ out one additional torus each cycle…until the clitoris is on the verge of being ripped out of its cavity.”

            “However, accidentally ripping a girl’s sex life away from her would be a tragic mistake, wouldn’t it, ladies and gentlemen?” the Scarlet Witch scoffed facetiously with a triumphant grin on her face. “To prevent unfortunate accidents, the tube is equipped with powerful microcomputers and sensors that carefully calculate the tensile strength of any clitoris entering the barrel of the device, as well as the exact amount of tension the lower rubber diaphragm can exert on the organ to safely get the maximum possible amount of the girl’s clitoris trapped in the tube. Then we can carefully decide just exactly when and how the clitoral execution is carried out. Sorry, Ruth! It was rude for me to interrupt your riveting description of how the declitting tube works. Please continue!”

            Ruth coughed again before continuing with, “Well…once the…targeted clitoris…is stretched out of its cavity…to the maximum extent possible…and the mechanical dance of the tori comes to a halt…the sliding button on the tube barrel gets pushed forward. When that happens…the thin metal diaphragm at the end of the tube…contracts tightly around the stretched clitoral shaft…trapping the exposed flesh so it can’t retract back into its cavity…and detaches from the tube tip. The black rubber rings then release the clitoris above the metal diaphragm, letting the tiny organ begin to un-stretch above the choke point as the declitting tube is pulled away. Pretty soon…you have a girl penis waving in the wind…waiting for the sliding button on the tube barrel to be pushed into its final position…which activates a rotating ring of lasers on the metal diaphragm to begin burning through the clitoral shaft to complete the female castration.”

“Of course…the castratrix,” Ruth added in a quivering voice, “in this case the Scarlet Witch…may chose to forgo the lasers…for a more personal touch…say a pry bar to get even more organ out of the cavity…followed by a snip with surgical scissors.  Either way…when the shaft below the metal diaphragm is finally severed…there will be a loud snapping sound as the clitoral shaft below the cut springs like a broken rubber band back into its cavity, while the severed girl penis drops away. Once a girl hears that loud snap…well…she knows whatever’s left of her sex organ…is buried too deep in her body…to function. It’s pretty much a given…that she will never again…achieve orgasm…that her sex life has been terminated. What say you put that talented tongue of yours to use, Scarlet Witch…and get my clitoris ready…to take the chop. I see no advantage…in prolonging…the inevitable!”

Wanda Maximoff grinned sheepishly before chortling, “Once again I’m left feeling more like a call girl than a clinician. Very well, Ruth! First let me turn this insidious sex life assassinator on, and have John make a show of letting each of you girls watch the little dance of tori you so aptly described…starting with Ruth herself, John.” The Scarlet Witch pushed the sliding button forward and handed the clitoral exterminator to the handsome orderly, noting that his massive manhood was twitching with erotic anticipation of the task she had given him. Then, as John pushed the whirring tube before Ruth’s fluster-filled face, Wanda slid around so that she could push her mouth up to the sorority President’s vulva. Soon, the Avenger’s tongue was twirling around the redhead’s fully erect clitoris.

Ruth moaned and gasped as her vulva glowed with pleasure due to the Scarlet Witch’s flickering tongue, while she watched the terrible declitting tube get pushed before the faces of her sorority sisters—faces filled with fascination. The huge-breasted redhead knew she would have already surrendered to climax, if not for the throbbing ache of dread and fear that threatened to drown her id. Despite both the glow and the ache, Ruth couldn’t help notice that the handsome orderly had made the lovely Oriental nurse wait to be the last girl to get a close up view of the dancing tori, before lowering the business end of the tube to the apex of the almond-eyed girl’s vulva. With faux horror on her face, the nurse pushed the orderly’s hand away and pointed to the hand that the Scarlet Witch now held outward toward the audience. Ruth felt the sultry Avenger give her swollen clitoris one final tongue swirl after taking possession of declitting tube.

Ruth groaned as the buxom superheroine-cum-castratrix slid back around to her side to again straddle her right ankle and lower leg, and then held her breath as Wanda slowly and deliberately pushed the business end of the declitting tube towards the apex of her vulva. “N…n…no…WAIT!” the sorority President heard herself stammer and then blushed badly for having done so. “N…n…never mind! I…I…I’m ready…ready for all the fun…you can throw at me…Scarlet Witch.”  

Taking deep gasping breaths, Ruth watched the world-renowned superheroine nod and flash a look of reassurance at her before the sultry Avenger refocused her attention to the tube hovering over Ruth’s love button. The sorority President yelped softly with surprise as something nipped at the tip of her clitoris, felt the Scarlet Witch press the tube more firmly against the apex of her vulva, and then yelped again, louder, as she felt compression around the head of her sensitive clitoral glans followed by a firm outward pull. “I’m CAUGHT!” Ruth squealed as she realized the meaning of that outward pull. The huge-breasted coed shivered with remorse and fear as she felt another squeeze, seemingly from deeper into her clitoral cavity, followed by another firm outward tug, and then by yet another squeeze and tug. “O..o..oh…CRAP! That damn tube has got me good. I’m getting my clit STRETCHED! GOD…this feels weird…doesn’t hurt…just weird!”

Ruth moaned and shivered as the rhythmic pulls that seemed to be reaching deeper and deeper into her clitoral cavity continued, and then blushed badly as some of her sorority sisters began pointing at the tube between her legs with gleeful fascination on their faces while giggling and chuckling filled the room. “Let me see! Is there a way I can see?” Ruth whined with surprising coherence.

The sorority President watched wide-eyed as Dr. Cummings suddenly stepped to her left side and pushed a large mirror, angled backwards before her widespread legs, just beyond the Scarlet Witch’s outstretched arm. Ruth gasped as she watched a narrow tendril of flesh slowly sliding up the barrel of the transparent tube in concert with the rhythmic tugs. “Damn, that’s dope!” the redhead exclaimed with disbelief on her face as she stared down at the mirror. “My clitoris is literally worming its way out of its burrow! If feels pretty cool too…so far!”

Ruth groaned with disappointment as the Scarlet Witch waved the doctor away with her left hand while the rhythmic tugs and compressions continued. The redhead knew that HER being able to see the ongoing clitoris stretching was not the castratrix’s priority. Making what was happening to Ruth seem attractive to her sorority sisters was the priority as far as the Avenger was concerned. The Scarlet Witch would do whatever it took to ensure additional treatments leading to even more profits when the body modification clinic visited Salt Lake City next year, and that meant preserving the audience’s view of the preparations for Ruth’s imminent castration!

The redheaded coed moaned softly over the giggles and chuckles of the audience. There didn’t seem to be any change in the rhythmic tugs, but the stretching sensation was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable. Ruth silently prayed, as she gasped and shivered, that the Scarlet Witch was right about the clitoridectomy tool’s computer knowing just how much tension her sexual center could withstand. Finally, the whirring sound stopped, along with the tugs, and the audience became completely silent while the faces in front of her were filled with astonishment. Ruth watched with obvious disconcertment as the buxom Avenger reached over with her left hand and snapped her middle finger into the side of the tube, resulting in one more squeeze and tug cycle, snapped again to get another bit of clitoris into the barrel of the tube, and then a third time with no further result.

Ruth watched the Scarlet Witch shrug and point to the tube, just out of the coed’s sight due to the curvature of her own belly, and heard the Oriental nurse gasp, “More than two thirds full! There’s over four inches of stretched flesh in the barrel of the declitting tube. There’s going to be over an inch of clitoral flesh filling some lucky lady’s necklace pendant in the near future!” The sorority President managed a quick, shy smile as her friends began clapping and whispering amongst themselves at the nurse’s proclamation, and then bit her lower lip and shivered as she suddenly recognized that her love button wasn’t going to fill a necklace pendant until it had been excised from the apex of her vulva…and that the excising was sure to be the most painful thing she had ever endured!

There was a clicking sound, a sudden strong contraction around the lowest part of her stretched clitoral shaft, and Ruth gasped with surprise as the Scarlet Witch suddenly pulled the transparent tube away from between her widespread legs. The slightly plumpish redhead moaned softly at the strange sensation emanating from between her legs, as she watched the Avenger carefully set the declitting tube on the floor.

Her sorority sisters’ chattering got louder as several tens of seconds passed, with many of the girls pointing at her vulva. Ruth blushed yet again, but took solace in the fact that the strange sensation, which she knew was the result of her sexual center slowly un-stretching back into its natural shape above the choke point formed by the firmly compressed metal diaphragm that had been left behind when the Scarlet Witch pulled the declitting tube away, was slowly subsiding. Then the Avenger nodded and Dr. Cummings again pushed the large mirror before her pelvis, once again slanted backward so that Ruth could see the cause of her coeds’ excitement. The redhead gasped is astonishment!  There was more than an inch of girl penis protruding from the apex of her vulva!

“Okay, we’ve got plenty of clitoris to work with,” Wanda Maximoff proclaimed with obvious satisfaction as she plucked the declitting tube from the floor, stood up, and stepped behind Ruth. “More than enough to make a nice tapping sound when it lands on one of the metal trophy trays, as well as filling of a nice necklace pendant afterwards. Escort Ruth up on stage and stand her before the X-table, John. Liz, you can follow them up and start strapping the restraints around our plucky redhead here. Carla, you might as well put this somewhere safe. I’ve turned it off, as I’m not going to be using the lasers to terminate Ruth’s sex life. I have something a lot more interesting in mind for our sorority President’s nullification!”

A deer-in-headlights look filled Ruth’s face as she watched the Scarlet Witch hand the declitting tube to the pretty doctor, and then felt the orderly’s hands atop her shoulders. As the redheaded coed was pushed toward the stairs, she couldn’t help but worry about what an Avenger-cum-castratrix might consider an ‘interesting’ nullification. The sorority President shrugged her shoulders as she was guided up the stairs. At least the use of the X-table implied that she was going to get to enjoy some more superheroine cunnilingus!

Confusion filled the sorority President’s face as, a few minutes later, she found herself standing before the X-table that had been rotated from its horizontal ‘bed’ position to a vertical position, and the arms and legs had been rotated inward so that the X was more tall than wide. “Step up onto the foot supports, Ruth,” the Scarlet Witch commanded as soon as she reached the trio standing before the strange furniture. “Don’t lean back. The back rest has been removed.”

Wanda Maximoff watched carefully as the shivering redhead stepped up, and Liz quickly buckled straps, connected to the backs of the footrests, around each of her ankles. “Let’s widen the X now,” Wanda instructed softly as she continued to examine the footrests and the vertical brackets with slots running down their centers that the footrests were connected to via rods attached to cables running up the slots. “Good, the ankle-guide brackets are rotating to stay vertical as the X-arms widen. Let’s set her feet a good foot-width past shoulder wide. Perfect! How does it feel, Ruth? Are you strong enough to hold your weight with your legs that wide?”

            “No problem, Scarlet Witch,” Ruth replied softly with a grim grin on her face. “I want you to have plenty of room for your talented tongue to go to work on my stretched out clitoris. I get to have a final cum, right?”

            “Yes, like the other girls, climax will initiate debreasting,” the Scarlet Witch replied almost absent mindedly. “John, take the handcuffs off her wrists and then loosen the wing-nuts so you can lower the wrist-guide brackets while Liz fits her with the leather wrist cuffs. You may need to rotate the brackets so that they are close to vertical too. That’s it! Go ahead and fit the wrist cuff buttons into the widened area at the top of the button slots, Liz.”

            Ruth shivered as the buxom superheroine’s assistants worked quickly and efficiently, and soon the large flat buttons on the back of her wrist cuffs were trapped in the narrow slots in the center of the vertical wrist-guide brackets. “That’s it!” the sultry Avenger declared with obvious satisfaction as the nurse hurried away. “Now loosen the wing-nuts again and raise the wrist-guide brackets back up until the wrist cuff buttons bottom out, John. That way her arms can take some of the momentum under the worst case scenario.”

             The sorority President watched with alarm as the orderly raised the wrist cuff guides until they pulled upward on her wrist cuffs while wondering just what the ‘worst case scenario’ entailed. Ruth turned her attention back to the Scarlet Witch as the pretty Oriental nurse returned with a pair of small diameter, but quite thick rubber bands.

            “Time to make some breast balls,” Wanda Maximoff quipped jovially as she took one of the bands from Liz, stretched it out into the largest square she could manage with her thumbs and fingers, and then pushed it over Ruth’s left breast tip before working the taut elastic back to the base of the breast. Once satisfied she had as much breast as possible on her side of the coed’s heaving chest, Wanda repeated the procedure with Ruth’s right breast.

“There we go…a pair of nice big breast balls!” the Scarlet Witch chirped softly as a thoughtful look crossed her face. “They’ll start purpling fairly quickly, so retract the footrest cables and raise her up into position, Liz. We don’t want them to begin to numb.”

            Ruth began to tremble badly, more from anticipation than fear now, as the platforms her feet were perched on slowly began to rise, and the flat buttons on the backs of her wrists began to slide up the wrist-guide grooves. Only one scenario came to mind as she considered the equipment she was perched on and the Scarlet Witch’s enigmatic instructions—breast suspension. The sorority President shook her head. That didn’t make sense! Surely hanging her from ropes noosed around her breasts would damage the wineskins the sultry Avenger wanted to collect from her.   

            “That’s fine, Liz,” Wanda Maximoff announced with a smirk on her face as the wrist-cuff buttons reached to within an inch of the widened section at the top of the wrist-guide grooves. “Now use the wall switch to lower the ceiling rope, and then bring me the chest harness.”

The slightly plump redhead coughed softly as the trembling worsened. There was now no doubt in her mind that she was about to be hanged, presumably by her breasts, which would cause serious connective tissue damage to her big double Ds. Evidently the Scarlet Witch wasn’t worried that the damage to her breast skins, which would also occur, would devalue the wineskins. Ruth shrugged. It made sense in a way, Ruth concluded as the end of the ceiling rope slid down her chest to rest between her reddening DD-cups. During the balloon popping party, each subsequent debreasting had gotten longer in duration and seemingly more painful that the previous debreasting, and SHE was the last girl in the lineup. She had no idea as to what all this portended for the fate of her love button, but Ruth knew her own double mastectomy was bound to be a real doozie!

“You better steady her, John,” Wanda urged with obvious concern as Liz handed her the chest harness and a wide-eyed Ruth grew very pallid, “she looks like she might faint. Easy, girl! I can tell you from firsthand experience that this won’t be as bad as it looks. Actually, I think you’ll find the experience quite fascinating!”

Ruth slowly shook her head as she stared at the thin wire nooses connected to a central cord designed to be clipped to the metal loop at the end of the ceiling rope, and stuttered, “R…r…ra…razor wire? I…I…I’m going to be…reverse guillotined? N…n…not…breast suspension?”

“Under the worst case scenario, a girl in your position will experience both fates, Ruth,” the Scarlet Witch replied with obvious candor, “which is why we need the wrist and ankle guides. You can never be sure just how much sheer resistance really big breasts like yours can supply…even though the razor wire is quite thin...so the guides will control your fall when the potential suspension abruptly ends. However, you should stop worrying about the details. Everyone else has enjoyed their debreasting experience, and I’m sure…in the end…you will too. Now…as the color has come back to your face…what say I cinch these nooses around the bases of your big chest balloons…just inside the elastic bands?”

“I assume that was a rhetorical question, Scarlet Witch,” Ruth spat back with surprising composure as the Avenger stepped up onto a small stool the orderly had just set on the floor for her while the nurse again hurried away. “At least my weight problem will help hasten the demise of my boobies…and lessen the likelihood of prolonged breast suspension.”

“Nonsense, Ruth!” Wanda Maximoff replied with as much encouragement as she could muster while she cinched the left razor wire noose tightly around the redhead’s left breast base. “You look great! Besides, girls and boys of all body shapes will find benefit in my body modification services. Additionally,” Wanda added as she cinched the other noose tightly around the coed’s right breast base and then clipped the other end of the central cord to the end of the ceiling rope, “I might point out that you ARE about to lose a couple of pounds, if it’s the reading on the scales you are worried about. Up on your tippy toes now while Liz takes up the slack!”

Ruth groaned softly at the Scarlet Witch’s poignant pronouncement as she raised herself upward onto her tiptoes and the ceiling rope lifted until the razor wire loops began to pull upward into the bottoms of her breast bases. “That’s good enough, Liz. Let’s have the other harness. Then I’ll put my tongue back to work and get Ruth ready for one heck of a climax.” Wanda grinned as the soft-bodied redhead managed a smile at the promised superheroine cunnilingus; a smile that morphed into deep concern as Liz pushed another complicated collection of cords and wires before the buxom Avenger.

“Sorry about this, Ruth,” Wanda apologized softly as she took a metal tip at one end of a short thin chain from the nurse, pressed the jaws open, and raised it to the turreted nipple of her left reddened breast ball, “but these nipple clips have really strong springs, so their bites are going to be very annoying. Given the purpose they serve, that couldn’t be avoided.”

Ruth yelped as agony erupted from the base of her left nipple, and tears began flowing freely from her blue eyes while the Scarlet Witch raised a second clip, at the other end of the short chain, upward and pressed its jaws open. As excruciating pain emanated from her right nipple, the sorority President managed to limit her response to an involuntary grunt followed by a mournful moan. The redhead watched through teary eyes as the Avenger carefully mad sure the long cord drooping downward from the chain was clipped to its center link.

“How long?” Wanda Maximoff asked softly as she carefully centered the cord between the redheaded coed’s breast balls.   

 “Five feet, and the thread will add another six inches,” Liz replied softly before explaining. “The footrests bottom out a foot above the stage floor, and the stage floor is four feet above the main floor, so the difference between the thread length and the distance from footrests to vulva is the safety margin.”

“Perfect!” the Scarlet Witch spat enthusiastically with a knowing look on her face. “This is sure to work! Actually, I think we could have used weaker nipple clamp springs, but I guess it is better to be safe than sorry. Go get the coup de grace while I go to work on Ruth’s vulva. For the entertainment she is about to provide us, she deserves a really big climax!”

Ruth grinned sheepishly as she felt the Scarlet Witch push the cord hanging from her nipple clip chain to the right side of her hairless pubic mound, watched the Avenger lean forward, and then felt the sultry superheroine’s tongue slide, from back to front, through the cleft formed by her labia minora before gently circling the girl penis protruding outward at the apex of her vulva. “OHhhhhh…uuuhhh…yessss!” Ruth hissed softly as her loins suddenly glowed with pleasure. “That’s…so nice…Scarlet Witch. Give me a good…tonguing…Miss Wanda. Don’t worry…I know I don’t get…to cum…yet. GOD! I’m going to miss…having a clitoris!”

The sorority President gasped with surprise as she felt the auburn-haired beauty below her push her mouth over her protruding sexual center and gently suck, as if performing fellatio. The redheaded coed groaned in momentary disappointment as she felt the Avenger’s tongue leave her swollen love button and return to sliding back and forth through her labial lips. As the superheroine’s tongue left her labia minora to again circle around the jutting erection of her stretched out clitoris, Ruth felt two fingers deftly pushed into her vagina, which was now wet with her female juices and glowing with intense pleasure. As the fingers stirred and twisted, the huge-breasted university student felt Wanda’s lips push back over the little girl penis, and then felt suction.

“OHHhhh…Oh Yes…UhHUH!” burst from Ruth’s throat as she threw her head back and grinned at the ceiling. “Almost there…Scarlet Witch! Please…don’t stop! I need to cum!”

“Sorry, sweetie,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a sheepish look on her face as she pulled her mouth away from the redhead’s vulva, “but I can’t let you climax yet. Don’t worry! You won’t have to wait much longer.” Wanda shrugged her shoulders as the shivering sorority president looked back down with a frown on her face and disappointment in her blue eyes. Wanda twisted and took the so-called ‘coup de grace’ from foxy nurse who sported turreted nipples at the tips of her perfect-shaped C-cups. 

“Here, Ruth, take a look!” the sultry Avenger urged softly as she lifted a six-inch length of thin, flexible metal thread before Ruth’s befuddled face. As the redhead’s blue eyes blinked at the round ring, obviously made of the same metal as the thread, at the upper end, the Scarlet Witch lifted the loose end of the cord dangling from the center of her nipple clip chain, and deftly clipped the cord to the ring. Wanda watched as Ruth’s eyes lowered and then fixed on the thin golden miniature noose at the bottom of the metal thread. “This is made from the same flexible, unbreakable metal that was used to make Wonder Woman’s golden lasso. Pretty cool, isn’t it?”

As the Scarlet Witch watched Ruth nod with a confusion filling her face, she let cord and flexible metal thread drop down between the huge-breasted coed’s legs. Wanda turned and took the phallus-shaped vibrator/orgasm detector from Liz, twisted its base to the on position, and then gently inserted it into the sorority President’s vagina. “Now, concentrate on the buzzing in your vagina and the nice warm glow building toward climax, Ruth. Meanwhile, I just have one more thing to do to make you ready for a really cool experience.”

 Ruth moaned softly as the vibrator began to do its work, the pinches on her nipple tips quickly becoming much less distracting. The redhead watched as the Scarlet Witch stooped, retrieved the miniature noose at the end of the flexible metal tread, and then felt her push the noose over her throbbing girl penis and cinch it tightly around her clitoral shaft on the pelvis side of the metal diaphragm that kept her sex organ from retreating into its rightful cavity.

“There we go,” Wanda Maximoff chortled jovially with laughter in her gold-flecked blue eyes as she noted the disconcertment on Ruth’s face. “We’re almost ready now. All that’s left is for you to have a nice big climax, Ruth. Hit the switch, Liz! When you’re done, you and John will want to rush downstairs to watch the show from the front. Meanwhile, those of you in the audience who wish to do so…and are willing to risk some blood spatters…can form another ten-foot semicircle centered around the X-table.”

The sorority President moaned and shivered as the X-table slid forward while her sorority sisters and the football players scrambled for seats with a close-up view of her impending debreasting…no…nullification…Ruth corrected her racing mind…although the Scarlet Witch still hadn’t told her how she would be declitted.  The redhead knew her ‘treatment’ would begin soon. Her sex glowed with pleasure, and the tightness in her loins that forewarned of imminent climax was growing. Ruth struggled to force a sheepish grin on her face as the X-table stand reached the stage edge, leaving herself perched on the footrests over the main floor while the huge-breasted dark-skinned receptionist placed a large silver tray on the tile beneath her.

Wanda Maximoff chuckled as an element of desperation crept into the ragged rasps and moans being issued by the sorority president. The buxom Avenger watched the redhead look upward to the ceiling rope, stare wide-eyed at the breast nooses, frown at the nipple clips, gape at the cord hanging from the center of the nipple-clip chain, and slowly lower her eyes down the cord to which the flexible metal noose was attached. Ruth’s jaw dropped and astonishment filled her blue eyes as she was suddenly fully aware of the thread-thin unbreakable noose cinched tightly around the neck of her clitoris.

The Scarlet Witched giggled softly as she realized Ruth appeared to be reaching the doorstep of epiphany, and announced matter-of-factly, “When you cum, Ruth…and you will cum…the footrest cables will detach, the footrests will drop, and your breast nooses will take your weight…but not for long….”

“NOOoooooo!” Ruth shrilled and then began issuing a long staccato sigh of climax. Despite the song of ecstasy coming from her own throat, the sorority President was aware of the Scarlet Witch reaching for a toggle switch on the side of the vertical X-table. “OHHHH! UHHHH! UHHHHHhhhhuuuh!” Ruth gasped over the click of the switch as she climaxed even harder as the footrests dropped downward and her breasts pulled upward while the breast nooses tightened around and into the bases of her balled double Ds. 

“Oh…FUCK ME!” Ruth gasped loudly as overwhelming apprehension threatened to drown her mind, already muddled as it was with waves of climatic ecstasy. “I’m hanging…really hanging…for now at least…by my boobs. I can feel the razor wire…slicing into…as the nooses tighten…pulling up through…my breast tissue. And I’m still…cumming…cumming hard. Despite the fact…that I finally figured out…how I’m going to be declitted!”

“OHHHHH! AHHHHhhh! OHYEAHhhhhh!” the sorority President sighed loudly yet again as her full-figured frame slowly sank downward while her breasts’ connective tissue protested having to take the weight of her body with a searing agony that screamed of stretching and eminent tearing. “This is…really sick…Scarlet Witch. Dope and sick…at the same time. Your using my own breasts…severed breasts…OHHHhhh! UHHHHhh! UHHUHHH!”

Ruth gasped and groaned despite the pleasure exploding from her loins. The razor wire loops were completely buried in her breasts now, leaving a thin red line around her breast bases, and burning agony was radiating from the centers of the purpling balls. Despite the blood dripping down her lower ribcage, not as much blood as one might expect, the sorority President continued to climax. Then the redhead gasped again as horror washed the agony from her face. The skin at the apex of her big double Ds was beginning to bulge. “NOOOooo! Not YET!” the plumpish coed shrilled before sexual ecstasy again exploded from her loins.

“OHHHHhhh! UUUHHHH! AAARRRGGggg!” filled the room as Ruth’s feet suddenly dropped down to the footrests underneath them and the pull on her chest abruptly ended. The redheaded coed continued to issue staccato sighs as she watched her breasts begin a downward freefall, seemingly in slow motion. Ruth watched the nipple-clip chain flip wildly as the big conical lumps of flesh somersaulted forward. The sorority President yanked on her wrist cuffs in abject terror, despite the ongoing explosion in her loins, as the twin DD-cups plunged downward like twin space capsules approaching splashdown, the slack in the cord connecting the nipple-clip chain to the golden thread noosed around her clitoral shaft quickly disappearing.

“UUGGHH!” Ruth gasped as the cord and thread snapped straight, she felt a quick tug on her love button, heard a loud ‘snap’, and agony exploded at the apex of her vulva to meld with the ecstasy emanating from her loins. “AAAHHH! OHHHHHH! UHHHUUHH!” burst from the sorority President’s throat as an overwhelming climax washed through her id while she noted a little silver diaphragm and the tiniest of penises following the severed breasts’ plunge toward the silver tray on the floor. A loud wet double ‘plop’ rang out over the plumpish redhead’s sighs and moans and gasps and groans, and then a gentle ‘tap’ and ‘ting’.

Wanda Maximoff gave Ruth, hanging weakly from her wrist cuffs as she gasped and groaned while staring with disbelief at the contents of the silver tray below her, her full attention for the moment. It was obvious that the powerful climax that had ripped through the redheaded coed’s loins was subsiding and that she was now becoming all too aware of her injuries.

Wanda turned her attention to the audience, which save for a few embarrassed giggles was strangely silent. Then the Avenger noted the red coloring many of the girls’ faces, and the hands forming protective shields over many of their vulvas. Wanda also noted the sheepish looks on the two dark-skinned football players’ faces, and the white liquid on the ribs and shoulders of more than a few of the girls around them. Obviously, the erotic nature of the nullification had pushed many of the university students past the edge of orgasm. The buxom Avenger’s eyes darted to Ox—the center’s big penis was bouncing but he hadn’t ejaculated. The Scarlet Witch would have the opportunity to give him a full final splort!

The buxom auburn-haired superheroine scanned the audience for her staff. Carla seemed more than a little amused as she grinned out at the half circle of university students. Charlotte was sitting in the center of that circle using one of the towels to wipe semen, probably Jamal’s, from her torso. Liz was standing and squirming as she crossed her legs first one way and then the other, obviously hung up on the edge of climax. The same was likely true for John, who was pinching the end of his turgid manhood with his right thumb and forefinger with a look of desperation on his face.

The Scarlet Witch looked back to Ruth. Tears were flowing freely down the redhead’s face, and she was taking deep rasping breaths. “Look at your sisters, Ruth. Look at the awe and satisfaction on their faces. They all want to be you, just now. You did it. You’re free of sexual urges and agendas, and they all wish they were free too. Well done, girl! Come on people. Let’s show Ruth some appreciation for the riveting drama she just let you watch.” Wanda grinned as the room rang out with cheers and applause.

Chapter 10. Ox

            “Sorry, Miss Wanda,” Liz sputtered with obvious embarrassment as she finally made it up to the X-table with John and Charlotte right behind her. The Oriental nurse noted with obvious guilt that the Scarlet Witch had already freed a discernibly disoriented Ruth from both ankle and wrist cuffs.

            “It’s not the first time I’ve watched a girl get stupefied watching a good nullification, Liz,” Wanda Maximoff replied with more than a little irritation in her voice. “Sorry! I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I’m glad you enjoyed the show, but get to work on Ruth’s chest. STAT! John, restore the X-table to default mode. Charlotte, give me a towel and I’ll help clean up. We will take care of the forfeited assets down on the main floor when we’re done here.”

            A few minutes later, the X-table now restored to an oral sex platform and cleaned of blood, Wanda asked softly, “How are you doing, Ruth. Is the situation a little clearer now?”

            “I’m fine, Scarlet Witch,” Ruth replied gruffly in a soft quaking voice before sheepishly adding, “and, yes, I know where I am now. I’m on the stage of your body modification clinic, and the rest of me…my boobs and clitoris…are resting on a tray down on the main floor. Not exactly what I was expecting at the start of the day, given I wasn’t supposed to get to be a participant in our sorority’s balloon popping party. At least my friends seem happy for me. I gather almost all of them seem to think I was the highlight of the day. Despite my reservations regarding what is ahead of me as a newly minted nullo, I want to thank you for hosting us. It’s been a real blast!”

            “Thank you, Ruth,” Wanda chirped back with a friendly smile on her face, “I had fun making you girls’ dreams come true. Don’t forget, we still have the gender equality session coming up. You don’t need sexy bits to enjoy a nice emasculation.”

The Avenger smiled as the slightly chubby redhead responded with a hearty chuckle, and then instructed, “If you’ve got her chest wounds taken care of, take Ruth down to Carla, Liz. There’s not much that can be done for the empty clitoral cavity at the apex of her vulva. The severed clitoral shaft buried well below her skin won’t continue bleeding for long, if it hasn’t already stopped. Ruth, I’ll be down as soon as we have the floor clean. Then, when Dr. Cummings is done with you, I’ll let you show your friends your severed girl penis after you box your breasts. A close up view of your severed clitoris might just generate even more work for me next year. My marketing staff is encouraging me to harvest all the necklace pendant cores I can manage. They believe the jewelry is going to sell like hotcakes! If you can sell Liz on the merits of getting herself declitted at the end of the day on your way down to the doctor, Ruth, I will be in your debt.” Wanda laughed as a chuckling coed and a flustered nurse hurried away.

As Ruth finally left the medical treatment station, wearing two large round bandages on her flattened chest, the Scarlet Witch straightened up and smiled. Wanda had already removed the elastic bands from the bases of the severed DD-cups, and removed the nipple clips and attached nipple-clip chain, long cord, and short golden metal thread from still turreted breast tips. The Avenger had also already retrieved the metal diaphragm that would soon again be the tip of a clitoridectomy tool, and had cleaned the blood from the silver tray, severed appendages, and penile organ. Liz already stood waiting with two of the large stasis boxes, and one of the smallest ones. The audience had also returned to their clothing piles and Charlotte had cleaned up the blood spatters on the floor. Wanda Maximoff, her grin widening as Ruth reached the metal tray and stared downward with pride on her face rather than horror, chirped softly, “What say we get my wineskins boxed, young lady.”

Ruth glanced up from the metal tray with a sheepish look on her face, and nodded to the Scarlet Witch before reaching downward and lifting the closest severed breast up by its nipple. The sorority President carefully inspected the severed appendage that had once hung from her own chest for a handful of seconds before whistling and proclaiming with obvious surprise, “Wow! No bruises from the nipple clamp or marred skin from the breast suspension. I guess the latter shouldn’t be a surprise, as the razor wire had already cut through my boobs’ hide before much stretching of connective tissue took place. They’ll make great soft-leather wineskins. Ready?”

            Wanda Maximoff nodded with a smirk on her face as she held the first large stasis box under the redhead’s suspended breast, and watched Ruth lower the appendage into the open top. While the sorority President bent to retrieve the second severed D-cup, Wanda snapped the lid onto the stasis box and quickly traded it with Liz for the empty one. The Avenger pulled the lid off and watched Ruth lower the second lump of breast meat into it, before instructing, “Now pick up the tray leaving the severed sex organ where it is, Ruth.”

            The Scarlet Witch chuckled softly as she watched Ruth blush and shiver for several seconds before bending and reaching for the tray. As the redhead straightened up, lifting the tray with the nearly inch-and-a-half long remnant of her sex life on it, Wanda quickly fit the lid on the second of the larger stasis boxes, and traded it with Liz for the much smaller box and a pair of surgical tweezers.

As Wanda Maximoff opened the small stasis box and noted the plumpish coed’s forlorn stare, she chortled softly, “It’s awful small isn’t it, for an organ you once assigned such value to, Ruth. Many girls find life much more manageable once they’ve been rid of their clitorises. No more sexual distractions. No more trying to be more than you are to get a partner to reward you with orgasm. No more sleepless nights as you ache for sexual satisfaction. That’s all behind you now, Ruth. Now, just hold the tray before me, and we will get my new pendant core boxed. Don’t worry, I’ll let you take the stasis box and show all your friends your girl penis before I snap the lid on.”

The Scarlet Witch chuckled softly as the shivering redhead held the shaking tray beside her as disconcertment flooded across her face. Wanda deftly set the open box on the tray, used the tweezers to transfer the severed clitoris to the center of the box, and then dropped the tweezers onto the tray. The Avenger then removed the open box with one hand while holding the lid with the other, and instructed, “Now set the tray back down on the floor, this time in front of Nurse Liz. Liz will use the tray to carry the stasis boxes to the vault room when you’re ready to rejoin your friends for my final body modification demonstration. As Ruth blushed badly before complying, Wanda flashed a smile and a nod to a very pallid and nauseous looking Ox.

Once Ruth had straightened up, Wanda handed her the small box and urged, “Now be quick about this, as I want to make sure the beheaded organ maintains its penile characteristics until the lid gets snapped over the stasis box, which will preserve the blood engorged clitoris as is until it’s ready to fill a pendant. Give everyone, starting with Liz and including the football players, even Ox, a quick peek at a rather pathetic snippet of flesh that is in many ways overrated. Off you go, girl!” The Scarlet Witch chuckled softly as a rather prideful looking sorority President stepped away to follow instructions. Wanda grinned as gasps and giggles and snickers and oohs and ahs filled the room as Ruth made her way through the gaggle of university students.

“Okay, it’s time to repeat the survey I took earlier, with an important variation, ladies,” Wanda Maximoff announced jovially, once the rather pleased looking sorority President had returned and the small box with its lid on it rested on the floor on Liz’s tray. “How many of you girls got wet…were sexually stimulated…while watching Ruth’s declitting?”  Wanda joined Ruth in grinning from ear-to-ear as every girl in the room raised their hands. “Well, my marketing department is going to be very happy when they see this. Now for the most important question, how many of you girls see a nice declitting as being part of your own futures, somewhere down the road?” The Scarlet Witch’s grin broadened as half the girls, including Liz, left their arms raised.

“Great!” Wanda Maximoff spat with obvious satisfaction, before taking the marketing campaign to its obvious conclusion. “Is anyone willing to put their money where their mouth is and commit, if this amazingly progressive sorority chooses them to be part of the balloon popping party entertainment, to taking my full-service discount when I return to Salt Lake City next year? FANTASTIC!” the Scarlet Witch declared with obvious enthusiasm as three sorority girls left their hands up, including Mariah. “I’m looking forward to next year’s balloon popping plus party already. First, however, my colleagues and I need to get ready to finish this year’s festivities off with a bang that has nothing at all to do with breast balloons. We’ll change out the equipment as fast as we can, Ox!”

The Scarlet Witch watched with intense interest as John hovered near the obviously disheartened football player sitting on the final pile of clothing at the end of the formerly crowded entertainment line, while Liz rushed away to the vault room with boxes stacked on the silver tray. Charlotte was already standing behind her with the main module of the declitting tube in hand. Wanda quickly clipped the metal diaphragm end back onto its tip and told the receptionist to take the instrument to Carla, who was busy setting aside the instrument and paraphernalia Wanda would soon be needing. The Avenger then headed for the stage stairs.

“We’ll need you up here too, John,” Wanda called out upon Liz’s return to the treatment room as she knelt and unlatched the breast guillotine from the positioning track in the stage floor. “Don’t worry! Ox isn’t going anywhere. He doesn’t welsh on a bet regardless of the stakes.” The Avenger giggled as the big athlete down on the main floor squirmed and frowned, and then disconnected the guillotine’s power cord.

As John and Liz finally joined her, Wanda spat impatiently, “Let’s see if we can push this thing back to the rear of the stage. Let’s be careful not to hurt ourselves. This breast guillotine is heavier than it looks. Then we’ll push one of the lighter penis guillotines out of the main equipment closet and lock it into the positioning track belt latch and plug it in. This is more work than I would prefer, but the opportunity to harvest the makings of a ‘real-cock’ dildo from Ox is an unanticipated bonus…especially if he makes his name as a professional football player. I expect the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories to be very profitable, but the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of sex toys will most certainly sell as fast as we can make them and become collectors’ items almost from the get go!”

“John and I are eager to help make your business a success, Wanda,” Liz grunted as, together, the three of them pushed the breast guillotine out of the way. “If I were a betting girl, I’d wager that you’ll have the makings of a ‘real-cock’ dildo with John’s name waiting to be tattooed on it by the end of the day.”

“Don’t be a tease, Liz!” John snorted with a grin on his face as the three of them stepped toward the equipment closet. “You know that’s only going to happen if Wanda collects the makings for a pair of makeup bags and a necklace pendant from YOU at the end of the day.”

“I’ll be happy to do you both!” Wanda Maximoff chortled jovially as she helped her assistants push the penis guillotine out of the closet and towards the positioning track, after first pointing out a sex toy and metal ramp that Liz would need to fetch for her later. “I really do hope that both of you suddenly discover that you’re not really just egging each other on…that you really want to take advantage of my very unique services. That said…no pressure. Just enjoy our work together to the fullest extent possible. There! I think we are over the belt latch. Hook us up, John, while Liz plugs us in. Then I’ll make sure this baby is ready to do the job.”

Minutes later, the Scarlet Witch had the chopping machine’s transparent lunettes positioned so that the small half-circle cutouts in the upper and lower panels formed a rather small circular port about crotch high. The Avenger hit the automatic de΄clic button located hip high on the left post, and grinned as the 30 pounds of razor-sharp angled blade and attached mouton dropped from below the crossbar at the top of the nine-and-a-half-foot high guillotine posts, and roared down the guide tracks on the inside of the posts to come to an abrupt stop when it smashed with a loud clang into the blade stops one foot above the stage floor.

Wanda hit the automatic reset button on the outside of the right post and watched as the hydraulic lifter near the top that post slowly raised the blade back to its position below the crossbar. The buxom superheroine reached into small shallow recess in the center of the lower lunette and cocked a small thin lever upward and forward into the path of the blade, and watched as two narrow flat three-quarter-inch long blade holders rotated downward and outward from a narrow box-like compartment at the back of the lower lunette. The Scarlet Witch then fitted a narrow two-inch long horizontal blade to into the gap between the two blade holders, snapped it to fittings at the end of the holders, made sure the blade was firmly in place, and tapped the top of the cocking lever. With a loud snapping sound the blade holders rotated upward and inward and both blade holders and narrow blade disappeared into slots in the box-like compartment.

“Barely enough room for the banded neck of a scrotum,” the Scarlet Witch explained with an upward glance at John and a wicked look on her face as she re-cocked the lever upward and unclipped the blade with a razor-sharp inner edge from the blade holders. “Still, with straps cinched tightly around Ox’s waste, thighs, and buttocks to hold his crotch firmly against the penis port, I doubt he’ll manage to nick the back of his testicle sack before the falling blade trips the spring-loaded retractors. Speaking of Ox, I think it is time for me to go down and get him ready for the time of his life.” Wanda chuckled heartily at the perplexed look on the orderly’s face and the look of eager anticipation on the nurse’s, before calling out as they hurried away, “You’ll both want to come down and watch.” Before following her assistants, the buxom Avenger re-tripped the castrator to send the blade holders back into their slots and returned the lunettes to their less intimidating ‘open’ positions.

“Ox, you finally get to watch the girls slobber over themselves as they get a close up view of that nice hunk of man meat you are presently sporting between those muscular legs of yours,” the Scarlet Witch chided with obvious relish as she stood in front of the gaggle of coeds. “Come on over and stand beside me!” The big muscular, brown-eyed, red-haired football center, with grim acceptance on his face, stood and slowly walked across the floor towards the Avenger-cum-castratrix.

“You better give me damn good head, Witch!” Ox hissed softly as he arrived to stand fidgeting beside the big-breasted world-renowned superheroine, and then glared at the muscular orderly and Oriental nurse who stood to the Avenger’s right on the stage side of the room. “This still sucks…even if you do give a great blow job!”

“You made the wager, Ox, not me!” Wanda Maximoff pointed out matter-of-factly before adding in a calm, friendly tone, “However, I’ve never had anyone complain about my fellatio. Not even evil villains who forced me into oral sodomy. We female crime fighters take pride in our abilities to use our oral skills as distractions to let us escape from even more serious scenarios…such as murder. I think you’ll enjoy yourself, despite the preparations I need to make as I perform oral sex on you…and the fact that I’ll need to stop the fellatio just before you ejaculate.”

“Yeah…I kind of figured that out for myself…the last part at least,” Ox acknowledged grumpily as he glanced back to watch the diminutive, but shapely, doctor step behind him with her hands behind her back. “Still…I’m not going to take your word for it that you’re a great cocksucker, Witch. You might as well get started proving it now.”

“As you wish, Ox,” the Scarlet Witch replied in her sultriest bedroom voice as she slowly took her knees. “Spread your feet! Let’s give the girls a nice sideways view of how it’s done, and fill your teammates with so much envy that they’ll wish they could trade places with you.”

Wanda’s gold-flecked blue eyes gleamed with laughter as Ox moaned while she slowly circled her warm, wet mouth over the spongy head of the football center’s two-inch-thick nine-inch-long circumcised penis, sucked gently while swirling her tongue around the rim of the glans, and then slowly pushed her head forward until the tip of the phallus began to part her tonsils. The big breasted Avenger rotated her mouth around the thick manhood, first one direction and then the other, as she reached her right hand between the jock’s legs to gently cup Ox’s huge bulging scrotum, and finally verified the enclosed testicles were indeed monstrous in size.

Wanda Maximoff pushed her head even further forward, while she used her left hand to pull on the back of Ox’s right ass cheek for leverage, as she forced the spongy head of the man meat past the tonsils and into the top of her esophagus. Slowly, as Wanda gently fingered the massive testicles, the big-breasted Avenger forced the huge penis deeper and deeper into her esophagus, until she finally felt pubic hair tickling her lips. The Scarlet Witch swallowed twice around the pulsing phallus, before pulling her head slowly back until only the penis glans remained in her mouth. Wanda sucked gently as she flickered her tongue against the bottom of the glans’ corona, before pulling back even more and sucking on the very tip, tasting the seminal fluid now leaking from Ox’s meatus.

The sultry superheroine quickly bobbed her head three times over the shaft of the rock hard erection, before letting the massive penis bounce free in the air as she pulled her puckered lips away. While Ox groaned grumpily in bitter disappointment, the Scarlet Witch used her right index finger to wipe sticky precum from the leaking meatus, and held it up for the football player to see as she sardonically declared, “Sorry, Ox, for leaving you just short of ejaculation, but you don’t get to splort until this huge penis is in the path of the guillotine blade.”

“I know…Scarlet Witch,” an obviously flustered football center replied as he stared down with astonishment at the end of his treasured inseminator as it bounced gently up and down of its own accord. “Go ahead and do…what you got to do. For what it’s worth…you weren’t bragging…you ARE one hell of a cocksucker!”

“Why, thank you, Ox,” Wanda Maximoff replied with obvious pride on her face. “You’re a real gentlemen for saying so…given the circumstances. Now I need to band your package. Don’t worry! I’ll explain what I’m doing as we proceed. How does that sound, you handsome stud?”

“Fine, ma’am,” the jock replied as he blushed badly, knowing that the castratrix on her knees before him was purposely using the term ‘stud’ to remind him that soon he would never deserve that title again. “Just get on with it so you can get back to giving me head!”

“Don’t worry, Ox,” the Scarlet Witch replied matter-of-factly as she held her right hand out while noting that the massive penis before her was no longer twitching in the air, “I won’t dally.” Wanda grinned as the big jock’s eyes widened and filled with concern as the petite doctor stepped from behind him and placed a pliers-like instrument in her open hand, and then handed three thick little green rubber rings to the Oriental nurse. “I want to make sure that huge penis of yours, so close to ejaculation, stays fully erect. To do that, I’m going to fit a little green elastrator ring onto this Tri-bander, stretch the powerful elastic open, slide it over your manhood, and release the elastrator ring to trap the blood in your engorged penis. Then your erection will be permanent…even when it isn’t yours anymore!”

Wanda Maximoff giggled as Ox’s massive penis bobbed at her pronouncement while his face grew pallid, and took the first of the three powerful latex elastic bands from Liz with her left hand. Wanda made sure that everyone could see what she was doing as she fit the thick little green ring over the four metal posts at the tip of the elastrator, which presently looked more or less like regular pliers in their closed position. The sultry superheroine grinned as she squeezed the handles, rather than opened them, and watched as the jaws of the pliers were forced open, prying the front posts apart sideways, and, as the V-shaped components were forced together and the V deepened, the rear posts were pulled backwards as well as pried apart.

The auburn-haired Avenger held the tip of the compressed elastrator into the air so that everyone could see that the tiny elastrator ring was now a fairly large square. Then Wanda rotated the open Tri-bander, pushed the square on the forward facing posts over Ox’s penis glans, and slid the open elastrator band down the length of the jock’s manhood until it reached the root of his man meat. The Scarlet Witch leaned forward to again bob her head over the football center’s massive erection for about ten seconds as he gasped in pleasure above her, before pulling her lips off the pulsing penis and using her left index finger to push the stretched elastrator band off  the spread posts.

“CRAP!” Ox roared as he heard a loud snap and felt the root of his penis violently compressed. “What the hell?”

“Hush!” the Scarlet Witch chided softly as she grinned up to stare into the befuddled football player’s face while taking a second green latex ring from Liz. “I know that didn’t really hurt…not much at least. Relax! That band will prevent you from losing much blood once the guillotine has done its work. Now I’m going to band your penis again, so that it won’t lose any blood either, once it’s no longer yours, so that it will stay rock hard and ready for sex for the rest of its existence.”

Wanda quickly reloaded the Tri-bander, slid the squared elastrator ring over Ox’s penis, and, just over a quarter-inch outside the first compression ring, banded the jock’s manhood a second time. This time the football player merely grunted loudly at the sound of the loud snap as he felt a second violent compression around his erection. “Yeah, I know,” the Scarlet Witch admitted sheepishly as Carla frowned while inspecting the double-banded phallus, “if I can manage to get the second band on the business end of the guillotine blade, I won’t be leaving him much of a stump. Once we’re done here the length of the ‘real-cock’ dildo is going to be a lot more important to our sales staff, than the length of the penis stump will be to Ox. Don’t worry! He’ll still be able to pee standing up using the hollow faux penis he’s about to earn.”

“The next band will hurt, Ox,” Wanda Maximoff warned has she took the third elastrator band from Liz while she watched Carla shrug and heard Ox issue a low mournful moan. “Face the audience now. The sorority girls who provided so much entertainment for you and your teammates earlier deserve to watch your face as I band your scrotum.”

Wanda did her best to look apologetic as a shivering Ox glared at her with obvious displeasure while she reloaded the Tri-bander. Then the Avenger grinned gleefully as the big center twisted to face the enraptured audience without further protest. “Spread your legs nice and wide now, Ox,” the Scarlet Witch instructed as she stepped behind the quivering jock. “I need to get the band as high on the neck of your scrotum as I possibly can. If we’re lucky, the band will be there staunching bleeding after the cut. If we’re not, it will keep your family jewels from spilling out of your sack as they make their downward drop…until I’m ready to add them to a currently empty oyster bucket.” The Avenger’s grin widened as the football center’s shivering worsened while he reluctantly slid his feet outward.

“Lucky or not,” the Avenger continued jovially as she pushed the now squared elastic at the end of the open castration tool under Ox’s testicle sack, and lifted it up until it was pushing the bottom of the scrotum upwards, “it’s going to feel like you got kneed in the groin when your testicles, scrotum, and spermatic cords are abruptly trapped below the little tiny ring and being strangled of their blood supply. First, however, I need to somehow force these big testicles of yours onto the business side of the castration band.” The Scarlet Witch was required to give the task her full attention as she forced the jock’s huge testicles one at a time through the square as she held the elastrator open to its maximum width, while the football center moaned softly in discomfort as his nearly tennis-ball-sized baby makers were badly abused in the process.

“Got the buggers, finally,” Wanda Maximoff chortled jubilantly as she was finally able to raise the squared elastic upwards around the neck of Ox’s testicle sack. Wanda deftly circled her left hand around the jock’s scrotum to verify both testicles were indeed below the stretched castration band, squeezed to trap the baby makers in the very bottom of the sack, and then positioned the tip of the Tri-bander at the very apex of the scrotum while rotating her left thumb upwards toward the nearest post.

There was a loud snap as the fingernail on the Scarlet Witch’s thumb pushed the powerful elastic band free, and Ox gasped loudly in agony while his knees buckled, “AAAAARRRGGGHH! Oh…FUCK…that hurt! You just castrated me, BITCH!”

“Not yet, Ox,” Wanda Maximoff replied matter-of-factly. “Your baby makers are fine for now, and like a kick in the gonads, the pain you presently feel will fade away in a few minutes. In a few hours that band WOULD do the job as your testicles slowly strangled. However, we girls don’t have that kind of patience. Your oysters will be in the ice bucket in minutes, not hours. When you’re ready, my assistants and I will help you up to the stage floor where I will be most pleased to perform fellatio on you one more time. Then, you’ll finally be allowed to splort. Do try to enjoy it, for madam guillotine’s embrace will ensure that it will be your last ejaculation ever.” The Scarlet Witch grinned sheepishly at the giggling sorority girls, while John and Liz helped a white-faced and obviously stunned Ox up the stage stairs, before turning and hurrying after them.

Wanda Maximoff watched closely with impatient anticipation on her face as Liz placed a leather cuff with an attached chain around Ox’s right ankle and then, while John stabilized the handcuffed jock, pulled his foot sideways until it was well outside the right guillotine post. The nurse quickly clipped the ankle cuff chain to a small ring she on the outer bottom of the post, and then deftly repeated the procedure with Ox’s left ankle.

“You can take the handcuffs off now, John,” Wanda instructed softly and then noted the angry glare Ox focused on the orderly as he used the cuff key. Obviously having another male participate in his unmanning was only adding to the football center’s discomposure. “You can put the handcuffs away now, John. Liz and I can handle our star stud from here on.”

“Once you’ve done that, make your way to the kitchen with Charlotte to fetch the ten gallon metal bucket you’ll find next to the freezer, John,” the sultry superheroine continued as she flashed a sheepish smile at the orderly. “Fill it two-thirds full with chipped ice from the freezer, and then place it on the main floor just before gallery of university students, two paces from being centered. Have Charlotte fetch a landing pad while you’re at it….”

 “Please add a little shaved ice to the bowl in the fridge, too,” Liz interjected with a mischievous grin on her face as she passed the Scarlet Witch a leather wrist cuff with a short attached chain. “Vashda left me and Wanda a reminder of our first treatment session that I’d like to keep fresh.”

“Better, Ox?” Wanda asked softly as John hurried away. “Good!” the big-breasted Avenger chirped softly as the football center nodded silently while blushing badly. “Now, raise your arms so that your wrists are level with the metal loops attached to the outside of the posts. Without John here, we need to make sure you can’t lose your balance, fall, and unintentionally get hurt.”

“I don’t think there’s much chance that I’ll suffer ‘unintentional’ injuries up here, Witch,” Ox replied softly with more than a hint of defeat in his voice. “But if it will make you girls feel like you don’t need the nurse’s boyfriend hanging around up here…which, I have to say, just feels weird…given what I’m about to have done to me…I’ll be happy to get fitted with those wrist cuffs you girls are holding. Besides…at this point…seeing as I don’t welsh on bets and therefore can’t wring your pretty little necks and run for it…I’m pretty eager to just get on to the first-class terminal blow job you’ve promised to give me, Witch.”

“Superheroine fellatio is always first class, Ox,” the Scarlet Witch retorted with an impish grin on her face as the stoutly built athlete raised both wrists to the requisite positions. Wanda quickly buckled her cuff around the shivering jocks left wrist and then clipped the free end of the short chain to the cuff loop on the outside of the guillotine post, while Liz did the same with his right wrist.

“Perfect!” Wanda Maximoff spat with obvious enthusiasm as she smiled at the now helplessly secured jock. “Now all we have to do is get your pelvis in the perfect position. First, let me see if I can get the right height on the lower lunette.” Wanda reached a hand to either side of the top of the thin transparent lower lunette board, which was held in place by two small pegs, attached to spring-loaded adjustment tabs, that fit into one of many equally spaced peg holes, pulled outward on the tabs, and raised the panel upward until she believed the downward plunging half moon cutout at the top center of the panel was level with Ox’s crotch, and then released the tabs so that the positioning pegs slid into the peg holes at that level. The sultry superheroine walked around to the front of the guillotine and commanded, “Press your pelvis firmly against the lower lunette panel, Ox!”

“Fuck, this sucks, Witch!” Ox spat with anger and frustration, while the bossy superheroine stepped around to stand in front of him, before pushing his pelvis firmly forward. “Happy, bitch?”

Wanda chuckled as she pulled firmly outward on the jutting two-inch-thick nine-inch-long circumcised penis quivering above the bottom of the cutout, pushed downward so that the man meat was level with the stage floor, before replying, “Almost, Ox. Hold that pose.” The buxom Avenger stepped around the guillotine posts and used the tabs to lift the lower lunette one peg hole higher, and stepped back to the front of the chopping machine to once again tug outward on the massive penis. Seeing that the root of the fleshy phallus was level with the bottom of the cutout, Wanda stepped back around the guillotine posts, pulled outward on tabs at the top of the upper lunette, and lowered the thin transparent upper panel until its bottom was flush with the top of the lower panel, and its upward plunging half-circle cutout merged with its counterpart to form a round port around Ox’s protruding manhood.

“Framed!” the Scarlet Witch declared jubilantly as she picked up the buckled end of the waist strap hanging from the post nearest her and stepped behind Ox’s back. Wanda nodded with satisfaction on her face as Liz passed her the pointed, eyelet bearing end of the waist strap. After threading the pointed end through the buckle, the auburn-haired clinician cinched the strap as tightly around Ox’s back as she could manage. Wanda grabbed the lowest buckle bearing strap on her side of the guillotine and repeated the cinching after Liz had passed her the other end of the hip strap. Finally, the superheroine-cum-castratrix repeated the same procedure with a strap that went around the big athlete’s buttocks.

“Okay, Ox,” Wanda Maximoff announced in a calm voice with a friendly smile on her face, “I think it’s almost time for me to play the call girl again. First, let’s just make sure the alignment is satisfactory…meaning the blade edge will strike between the penis bands. Damn!” Wanda grumbled as she stared at the profile of the jutting manhood. “Close, but Carla was right about me getting greedy. A lesson learned, but maybe we can fix the problem without re-banding.”

Wanda stepped back around to stand behind ox, grabbed the pointed end of the buttocks strap and pulled as hard as she could. Seeing her boss’s intention, Liz knelt between Wanda and Ox, put one palm on each butt cheek, and shoved firmly forward. “Great, Liz!” the Scarlet Witch declared with a hope in her voice. “I gained two notches thanks to your help. If that wasn’t enough….”

The Scarlet Witch stepped back to the left side of the guillotine and checked the profile again, before proclaiming, “Fantastic! Dead center! With the preparations for the penectomy completed, I can get you ready for your gonadectomy, Ox!” The Avenger giggled as the obviously flustered red-haired jock silently grimaced.

Wanda shifted backwards a bit so that she could bend and twist to get a good look at the jock’s huge, overstuffed scrotum. The sultry Avenger pinched the neck of Ox’s testicle sack with her right thumb and index finger until she could see the slots in the narrow box-like compartment at the back of the lower lunette. Wanda bit her lower lip as she noted how little clearance she had, pulled downward to trap the football center’s huge baby maker’s below the slots while she continued to narrow the neck of the scrotum with her pinch, and reached around with her left hand to cock the small lever in the forward center of the lower lunette surface upward and outward.

Wanda Maximoff grinned with satisfaction as she watched the two narrow flat three-quarter-inch long blade holders rotate downward and outward from the narrow box-like compartment, almost brushing both sides of the neck of Ox’s compressed scrotum. Using her left thumb to keep the testicle sack pressed between the blade holders, Wanda held out her right hand to take the final module from Liz—the narrow two-inch long horizontal blade, which she deftly moved to the gap between the two blade holders, and snapped it to fittings at the end of the holders. The Scarlet Witch giggled softly as she removed her hand and Ox hissed and shivered as he felt the razor-sharp edge touch skin allowed to decompress outward with the removal of the Avenger’s fingers. Finally, Wanda wiggled the module to make sure the blade was firmly in place, before chirping excitedly, “Cocked and ready to go!”

“Stand by the positioning track switch, Liz,” the Scarlet Witch called out with a smirk on her face as she slid around to the front of the guillotine and set a short slanted ramp, angled toward the audience on the edge of the stage floor. “Once you’ve handled that duty, you can pass me the teaser I showed you earlier and then join John, who’s back with the oyster bucket, in watching from below.”

Wanda turned toward the front of the stage and called out to the coeds down on the main floor, “You girls can form another half circle around the front of the stage, but this time you’re sure to need a shower when you get home. The big guy’s going to spray copious amounts of semen a good long ways. Obviously, you dudes will want to keep behind the girls…perhaps even well back.”

As the university students, the girls giggling and the boys looking disconcerted, quickly moved forward from their clothing piles, Wanda turned to the strapped down football center and chortled, “You don’t have to wait any longer, Ox. You’re about to enjoy one more session of first-class fellatio!”

“So you keep saying, Witch!” Ox chided softly in a raspy voice and then coughed. “Get on with proving your cocksucking is as good as you brag it is. I just want this over as quickly as possible.”

“If it’s the fellatio that your hoping doesn’t take long, Ox,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a mischievous grin on her face, “don’t fret about it! I’ll have you ready to splort in a few short minutes. If it’s the mid-ejaculation chop you’re worried about, well the 30 pounds of razor-sharp metal now hanging above your head will drop from crossbar to blade stops in a fraction of a second, severing this nice thick penis I’m about to deep throat in less than 0.005 seconds. It will be over quickly, but it is still going to hurt like hell. Do you think you can manage to remember to keep your upper torso and head out of harm’s way?”

Wanda watched as Ox shivered with apprehension as he stared through the transparent lunette panels at his twitching condemned manhood, and the luscious mouth that hovered just beyond the tip of its glans waiting to fellate him to one final orgasmic explosion, and then up to the angled guillotine blade edge above his head, before looking down to lock eyes with her and nod silently.

The sultry Avenger grinned back with a reassuring look on her face, before pushing her head forward. Wanda gently kissed the very tip of the spongy glans, already leaking seminal fluid out of the slit of its meatus, before letting the entire mushroom tip pop into her mouth and giving it a firm suck, eliciting a soft gasp from Ox. Then the buxom superheroine slowly pushed her head forward, taking the long, thick shaft deeply into her warm, wet mouth until the penis head began pressing into the top of her esophagus, causing the football center to issue a long, quivering moan that spoke of dreadful anticipation.

The Scarlet Witch twisted her head clockwise and then counterclockwise around the thickening rock-hard phallus, before pushing her head further forward and letting the penis push deep into her throat while the big jock gasped with pleasure. Wanda ‘face fucked’ Ox’s massive erection for several tens of seconds while he moaned with obvious need, before pausing, the member lodged to the hilt in her esophagus, and swallowing twice. As the football center issued a soft mournful growl, the Avenger felt the thick penis in her throat begin to twitch as it continued to swell. The growl became a moan of disappointment as Wanda quickly pulled her head back to let Ox’s erection pop out of her mouth and bounce into the air, where it continued to bob up and down of its own accord.

“Okay, Liz!” Wanda Maximoff cried out as she stepped to the left side of the guillotine with a wicked grin on her face while Ox gasped loudly on the edge of ejaculation. “Hit the switch to have the positioning track drag the guillotine to the edge of the stage, and bring me the ‘cock tickler’. Ox is going to squirt pretty quick, so don’t waste any time getting down below where you’ll have a good view of the imminent emasculation.”

“NO!” Ox roared with fearful apprehension as the guillotine moved forward, dragging him along with it until he was forced over the slanted ramp at the edge of the stage floor, while he yanked on his wrist cuffs trying to break free. “Let me FREE! I don’t want to be no dickless eunuch!” The big football center watched the pretty Oriental nurse dart, from her position next to a two-button controller hanging from an electrical cord dangling from the ceiling, behind him carrying some sort of rod-like device. Ox heard her pass the instrument to the Scarlet Witch before watching her race to the edge of the stage where the orderly, John, lifted her down the main floor. The muscular jock twisted his head to the left to stare pleadingly at the big-breasted superheroine wearing the trademark double-pointed crimson headdress with matching long gloves and calf-high boots and whined, “Please, Miss Maximoff, let me go. I don’t wanna do this!”

“I can’t, Ox,” the Scarlet Witch replied matter-of-factly as she quickly broke eye contact with the redheaded jock’s terror-filled brown eyes by focusing on the two-inch-thick nine-inch-long circumcised penis slowly twitching upward and downward on the business side of the penis guillotine’s lunette port. “It wouldn’t be fair to Ruth, who only agreed to get debreasted and declitted for you guys’ viewing pleasure if one of you guys would agree to be emasculated while the sorority watched, not to mention the services I provided Toni based on those agreements. Now, hush, Ox. You are about to have one massive and mind boggling ejaculation, and it’s going to be the longest and most powerful splort of your life.”

Wanda watched the football center frown and stare at her as if she were crazy. The buxom Avenger shrugged her shoulders, twisted the end of the round handle at the back of the eighteen-inch-long stick-like ‘cock teaser’ Liz had given her to turn the vibrator at the end of the rod on, and then pushed the tip of vibrator under the corona at the back of Ox’s penis head. Wanda watched Ox stare with a dumfounded look on his face at the black, soft-polished-leather-covered vibrator, which was shaped like a round-tipped half-inch-diameter cylinder bent to form a perfect three-inch-diameter half circle oriented parallel to the rod. The nearly naked superheroine giggled softly as the befuddled jock glanced up to stare momentarily at the razor-sharp angled guillotine blade above him, and then, shivering badly, dropped his widened eyes back down to the soft, slick, vibrating penis cradle held just below his twitching manhood.

The Scarlet Witch grinned while excitement gleamed from her gold-flecked blue eyes as she carefully lifted the bottom of the vibrating penis cradle under Ox’s corona until it just barely lifted the end of the massive manhood. Wanda heard Ox moan, more with fear than pleasure as his penis twitched and bounced at the vibrator’s touch, and then slowly slid the cradle down the length of the big athlete’s shaft until reaching the edge of the lower lunette’s cutout.

Ox coughed nervously as his manhood felt the buzz of the soft vibrating pillow underneath it, and watched through the transparent lunettes as his penis quivered and twitched. The muscular red-haired jock felt a tightness growing in his loins, and an ever increasing awareness of the sharp edge against the skin near the apex of his scrotum. The big football center gasped softly with surprise as he felt fingers, the Scarlet Witch’s, gently tickling his huge testicles through the bottom of the sack. Then the fingers dropped away as the stunningly beautiful superheroine behind him moved the exploring hand to finger something on the outside of the left guillotine post. Ox moaned in despair as the soft, vibrating cradle was slowly slid along the underside of his penis shaft to once again press gently upward under the sensitive corona of his glans.

“Eyes on the prize, ladies and gentlemen!” Wanda Maximoff warned with obvious relish as she watched Ox’s manhood swell slightly as it expelled even more precum. “Ox is about ready to return the favor five of you girls provided him and his teammates, and prove that the Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic is dedicated to serve both genders equally well. Now…I think…one little wiggle…” Wanda deftly wiggled the vibrating cradle ever so lightly back and forth under the bottom of the rim of Ox’s penis glans.

Ox groaned in dreadful trepidation as he heard the world-renowned superheroine prophesize the eminent end of his manhood.  He knew she was right!  Ox could feel the tightness in his loins, and the burning need for orgasmic release building in the back of his mind, despite the desperate up-front hope that somehow he might avoid paying the price of his foolish bet. Then Ox felt the tickling sensation on the underside of his corona and glans resume.  He took one quick look at the mesmerized audience, both sorority girls and teammates, as they stared with wide-eyed fascination at his condemned manhood.  Ox threw his head back to stare unblinkingly at the sharp blade that would soon fall.  He heard the guttural gasp of both ecstasy and terror coming out of his own throat before recognizing the words they soon became, “NNOOOOooo! I gotta…! PLEASE…NOT YET!”    

The Scarlet Witch pulled her left hand back and tossed the ‘cock teaser’ away as she saw the first powerful spurt of warm, sticky, whitish liquid spray out toward the audience. As the second spurt erupted, the sultry Avenger hit the automatic de΄clic button located hip high on the left post before her with her right hand, while leaning sideways so she had a good profile view of the action.

Ox heard the click of the blade release switch, and abject horror filled his face as, seemingly in slow motion, the heavy angled blade above him began its downward plunge towards his ejaculating penis. The jock drowned in the dreaded realization that he was about to become a dickless eunuch; he was about to be sexually nullified! Ox heard the fearful swoosh that screamed of imminent agony—he was immersed in the roar that declared penectomy!  Then the blade was in front of his face, and in slow motion, the blade edge reached the top of his upper lunette!

Wanda Maximoff’s gold-flecked blue eyes darted downward below the falling guillotine blade to the end of Ox’s two-inch-thick nine-inch-long circumcised penis.  ‘Good, he’s still spraying copious amounts of semen!’ raced through her mind. Wanda’s focus jumped back to the lower edge of the downward plunging blade.  Even as her mind raced to record every detail of the momentous event, the falling blade was a blur, but not the muscular redhead’s massive penis jutting out before her on the business side of the guillotine lunettes.

The blurred blade was suddenly between the base of the penis shaft and the penis port. The Scarlet Witch heard a loud snapping sound before there was even a hint of downward movement from the severed man meat, and watched as the blade holders projecting backward on either side of Ox’s scrotum rotated upward and inward, dragging the razor-sharp blade between them through the neck of the jock’s over-full testicle bag, and both blade holders and narrow blade disappeared into slots in the box-like compartment.

The Scarlet Witch grinned triumphantly as the tumultuous sights and sounds burned themselves into her brain: Ox’s massive penis still spraying semen as it and the red-haired athlete’s testicle sack hung in mid air; the start of a young man’s shrill scream filled with pain and horror; the loud clang that marked the end of the swooshing roar; a banded penis, dripping ejaculate, and overstuffed scrotum beginning to drop downward in air; a bloody stump end, spurting a mixture of blood and semen; a bottomless sack neck dripping blood below tightly clenched thighs; the beginning of a cry of jubilation, her own; a falling banded testicle sack being deflected forward by the slanted ramp; a severed penis and testicle sack making soft plopping sounds as, first one and then the other, landed on the silver tray on the main floor; and Ox’s scream of agony and loss mixed her own roar of jubilant satisfaction. Wanda Maximoff had re-earned the title of castratrix!

“OWWWWwwww…FUCK…FUCK ME…OWWWWwwwww!” Ox bellowed hoarsely while tears streamed down his anguish-ridden face as he tried to survive the red-hot poker burning between his legs in two places. “GOD DAMN! That HURT! Still hurts! You fucking…castrated me…WITCH. You chopped…my fucking…cock off! I would…KILL YOU…Witch…if that hadn’t been…the best goddamn blow job…the hardest cum…I ever had! If you’ve…had your fun…please…get me out…from behind…this damn…cock chopper…PLEASE!”

“Sure, Ox,” Wanda Maximoff replied in her friendliest tone as she grinned sheepishly at the distraught and utterly defeated nullo. “My assistants are on their way up to help me do just that. You did great Ox! Look at the fascination and pride beaming from your fellow student’s faces, despite the copious amounts of ejaculate spattered on many of their faces, hair, and bodies. They really enjoyed watching you bravely undergo our body modification treatment. What about it, ladies and gentlemen? Let’s hear it for this de-studded stud…OX!” The Scarlet Witch grinned wickedly as the room was filled with applause and clapping.

“Let’s get him un-cuffed, right away, Liz!” Wanda ordered softly as the nursed rushed over to the right side of the guillotine. “I’ve already got the left foot cuff unbuckled, so I should be ready to steady him when he’s finally free. I thought his knees were going to buckle during the applause.”

“He’s a tough one, Miss Wanda,” Liz replied as she stooped to unbuckle the cuff around Ox’s right ankle and then stood to work on the right wrist cuff while the buxom Avenger pulled the left free. “He put on a hell of a show, too! Towels are being passed around the audience to wipe away the proof of that. Think there’s any chance in talking one or more of his teammates into showing they’re just as brave?”

“No,” Wanda Maximoff chuckled back as she watched Charlotte make quick work of the relatively little blood around, obviously due to the effectiveness of the band near the end of Ox’s short penis stump in staunching blood. “It will take a while for any of them to work up the nerve to do so after watching that. The idea of giving it a try someday may grow to be a fantasy for one or more of them though. Charlotte here would likely be peeved if Jamal volunteered to be today’s encore, so, in his case, waiting to harvest his bitch tamer is probably for the best. John on the other hand….”

“Uhhm, I think he had the opposite reaction,” Liz chortled softly as she helped Wanda back Ox away from the guillotine. “His willie was really bobbing up and down when Ox’s package hit the tray, and, in case you haven’t noticed, he’s still rock hard and leaking seminal fluid while he stands around wondering what to do. I’d say John’s big penis is begging for emancipation, and that his testicles will follow the leader.”

“Well, Liz, I do so hope you are right about that,” Wanda chirped softly at she grinned at the orderly’s reddening face, “although, we wouldn’t to pressure him into a rash decision. I’ve got Ox! John, with Liz and Charlotte’s help, could you change out the guillotines again while Carla treats Ox’s wounds. We won’t be back in treatment room F3 again until the Utah State sorority girls arrive. Come on, Ox! We’ll let Doctor Cummings clean you up, treat your wounds, and give you a little topical anesthetic before we show your fellow students your penis stump and the makings of a nice-sized ‘real cock’ dildo, not to mention a nice big coin purse.”

“Listen up, ladies and gentlemen,” Wanda Maximoff called out loudly in a calm professional tone as she stood before the University of Utah students as they sat, still disrobed, on their clothing piles, while Carla helped Ox make his way from the medical station to stand just to the right of the vivacious auburn-haired superheroine. “We’ve one more short spiel to make before we let you get dressed and send you off to work hard towards your educations and live your lives as best you can, while hopefully eagerly counting the days until our clinic returns to Salt Lake City this time next year.” Wanda winked to Liz and John, who stood to her left next to the big ice bucket; Liz held one of the small square stasis boxes as well as one of the medium-sized rectangular boxes.

“First, we want to show you boys…well you girls as well, I suppose…how Ox’s wounds have been taken care of,” Wanda continued with a sheepish grin on her face. “I know you’re all worried about him…perhaps more so than for the girls who underwent treatment before him…seeing as there hasn’t been broadcast of superheroes getting themselves unmanned…as Arcade did with us superheroines and our debreastings. Ox will recover just fine from this most eventful day, although, like the girls, the alterations to his body will be noticeable for the rest of his life. Eggs and omelets, and all that!”

“Let’s start with you, Ox,” the Scarlet Witch chirped softly as she turned and placed her right hand on Ox’s left shoulder. “I know you’re still hurting badly, but tell us what you think about your experience. Was your climax good? Do you think you’ll come to remember this day fondly? Are you sorry or glad you came here today?”

“Yeah, I hurt like hell…white hot pokers and all that…and I guess I can expect to continue to be more than a little uncomfortable for more than a few days, Scarlet Witch,” Ox replied softly in a quivering voice as he blushed badly. “The doc says I shouldn’t be embarrassed about crying right after…says that lots of nerves got severed...which explains feeling white hot pokers that aren’t really there. As for the experience overall, I’d say it was a mixed bag for me at the moment. That was the longest and hardest cum I ever had. Mind boggling really! I know part of that intensity was due to instinct…my body trying its damndest to make that last ejaculation ever find positive results…meaning a womb to fertilize…but getting that sensational superheroine blow job to get me to the edge of ejaculation didn’t hurt either. Thank you for that, Scarlet Witch.”

“As for the day as a whole, I got to admit,” Ox continued with a befuddled look on his face, “that watching my cock just hanging in air, after sharp steel had passed between me and it, was kind of cool. The same goes for the long drop for both cock and nut sack, which ended in plops on that there tray. I had a blast watching the girls take their turns before mine, too. Especially Sally, getting detitted, and Ruth getting declitted. Yeah, I think I’ll come to remember this day fondly. I guess I’m kind of glad I came here today, despite losing the bet and getting myself turned into a dickless eunuch.”

“Good for you, Ox,” Wanda Maximoff chirped and then gave the big redheaded jock a kiss on his cheek. “The memories will get sweeter as you adjust to your body modifications. Now, speaking of those modifications, let’s show everyone the new you. Just keep in mind, people, Ox still has some healing to do. Go ahead and talk about how you’ve dealt with the injuries Dr. Cummings.”

“As you wish, Scarlet Witch,” Carla replied with an uncomfortable look on her face. “Let’s start with the scrotal area, if you could spread your legs Ox to give everyone a good look at my work. That’s it, thank you,” Carla said with a smile as an obviously reluctant football center complied. “As you can see, after tying off the severed spermatic cords to staunch the bleeding and clipping of the cord ends below the ties, I’ve trimmed and sewed the scrotal remnants together from back to front to close the wound. When Ox is totally healed, except for the thin scar running from mid crotch to penis stump, the casual observer would conclude he had been born without testicles.”  

“As for the penis itself,” Carla continued while still looking disconcerted, “I used a hand-held laser to cauterize the severed terminations of the dorsal and bulbo-urethral arteries and a couple of other bad actors, before removing the inner penis band that was acting as a penis tourniquet. Why did that band function in that way without interfering with Ox’s prodigious ejaculation, many of you might ask? Well, a penis’s blood is primarily supplied by arteries located near the surface of the member’s shaft. A male’s semen, on the other hand, is sent surging up the urethra during climax to exit from the meatus at the tip of the penis, and the urethra runs up the central core of the penis and therefore isn’t affected by the surface compression from the band.  Except for those minor cauterizations, the exposed wound at the end of the stump will be allowed to scar naturally.”

The exception to that,” Carla continued with a sheepish grin on her face, “is the thin hollow metal tube you see sticking out the end of Ox’s stump. That tube is there to keep the urethra, which is also critical for urination, open during the healing process. The metal tube will also help secure the stump cap/bandage, which I’ll add momentarily to protect the wound, now that we’ve followed the Scarlet Witch’s instructions and given you all a good look at it. Am I done, Wanda?”

“Yes, Dr. Cummings,” Wanda replied with a sheepish grin on her face, “you managed a riveting presentation despite your reluctance to participate. Now, ladies and gentlemen, let me show you the rest of Ox, or, rather, the imminent additions, once manufacturing has worked their magic, to the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories and sex toys.” Wanda smiled as she turned to face the audience while Carla fit a small soft bucket-shaped gauze bandage, with a hole centered in the bottom of the bucket, over the narrow tube protruding from Ox’s penis stump, and slid it inward to form a protective cap over and around the appendage remnant.

The Scarlet Witch squatted downward and gently lifted the severed two-inch-thick almost nine-inch-long circumcised penis with a tight green latex elastic band around its base up off of the silver tray and held it up in front of Ox’s hips, with its rear end just in front of the jock’s bandaged penis stump. Wanda Maximoff smirked as she spat facetiously, “Damn, I left about three-eighths of an inch behind! That should be just enough to let Ox continue to pee standing up using one of the hollow faux penises, sized and colored to look like the trophy I now hold in my hands. Don’t worry, Ox, we’ll being sending one of the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of penis prosthetics home with you, and with a little practice fitting the base over your stump, you’ll manage to pee just fine without leaking.”

Wanda chuckled softly as she stood and gave the red-haired football center a quick hug, while chirping, “Sorry for teasing you, Ox. I’m actually quite pleased with myself at the moment, so forgive me if I get a bit carried away.”

“Can you blame me girls?” the big-breasted Avenger asked jovially as she held the soon-to-be sex toy parallel to the audience and the girls hooted and hollered. “This big penis, once it has undergone the special tanning and preservation process, is going to be a fantastic ‘real-cock’ dildo. A dildo that is going to facilitate way more climaxes than any man that ever lived could hope to be part of. I’d wager that what used to be Ox’s finger flute will be dipping its wick in honey pots belonging to girls of every age group, ethnicity, nationality, skin tone, and body shape through the ages. Ox you, or at least this part of you, is going to be getting way more pussy than you ever dreamed of.”

Wanda Maximoff grinned as Ox smiled sheepishly and shrugged, before announcing apologetically, “Sorry girls, but I’m going to have to put this away now. It’s rather fragile until the taxidermists are done working their magic, so I can’t pass it around.” Wanda smiled while the sorority girls moaned in, perhaps exaggerated, disappointment as she turned to face Liz and watched the Oriental nurse’s eyes light up as she examined the severed penis up close, and then twisted and whispered softly into a blushing John’s ear.

The sultry Avenger coughed softly, before grinning wryly as Liz quickly fumbled to get the rectangular stasis box open. Two seconds later, Wanda carefully laid the severed penis in the box and watched the Oriental nurse snap the lid closed to activate the storage container’s preservation field.

The Scarlet Witch beamed with self-satisfaction as she squatted, retrieved the severed testicle sack from the silver tray, stood, and held the fleshy bag out atop the upward turned open palm of her left hand for all to see. “As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, Ox’s scrotum was sliced off quite high on its neck, so that it is sealed closed. That means that the contents within the sack…that would be Ox’s family jewels…which nature meant for the scrotal tissue to protect from harm, still haven’t seen the light of day. Would you girls like to get a look at a nice big pair of baby makers? They must be very large for this bag of flesh to make my hand look so small, right? Would you like to see what set of really big testicles looks like?”

Wanda Maximoff grinned gleefully as the audience called out in an almost unison, “HELL, YES!” The foxy superheroine bit her lower lip as she focused her attention to the top of the severed scrotum, and deftly rolled the thick green latex elastic upward until it was free from enclosed flesh.

“Jeese, it feels like Christmas Eve, and like I’m just now opening my first present of the year!” the Scarlet Witch chortled softly with a mischievous grin on her face, before dropping the band down onto the empty tray. “Let’s see what we have here.” Wanda carefully opened the top of the severed scrotum with the fingers of her right hand, pushed the severed ends of the enclosed spermatic cords apart, pinched the end of the nearest cord and lifted upwards. Wanda Maximoff grinned wickedly as the large brownish-purplish oval spheroid at the end of the cord rose out of the top of the sack, and quipped gleefully, “Well, at least the length looks to match tennis-ball size!”

Wanda grinned as the audience chuckled and giggled and coughed and gasped while she nimbly used her fingers to work her way one handedly down the cord until she pinched the testicle itself. “A little help, doctor?” The sultry Avenger queried softly with a wry grin on her face as she held the spheroid between her thumb and forefinger with the cord dangling downward out over the silver tray. Wanda nodded with satisfaction as Dr. Cummings pulled a pair of surgical scissors out of one of her pockets and used them with practiced precision to slice through the cord where it connected to the huge gonad, allowing the spermatic cord remnant to drop onto the tray.

“Thank you, Carla,” the Scarlet Witch chirped softly as she twisted her hand and allowed the oval spheroid to drop down into her palm, “and now if you could record the testicle’s dimensions. Just in case they want to use both bits of Ox to make one of the ‘real-cock’ dildo toys with attached scrotum, instead of using the scrotum separately to make a coin purse.  We want the faux testicles that squirt faux semen when you squeeze them to be the correct size, seeing as Ox’s name will be tattooed on the toy.”

“Yes, Scarlet Witch,” Carla replied softly as she plucked a small measuring tape out of another pocket, “we need to collect all relevant data…just in case the folks at the Authenticock subsidiary decide to go that route.” Holding both the end of the tape and the scissors in her left hand and the tape dispenser in her right, Carla deftly measured the dimensions of the oval spheroid as she called out, “Long axis, two and seven-eighths inches, and short axis, looks like it is not perfectly symmetrical, but I call it one and one-half inches. As the other is at least close to a match, I’d say remarkable-sized reproductive organs, to say the least.”

“Indeed, Carla,” Wanda Maximoff concurred with a whimsical look on her face as she winked at a befuddled Ox, “now the first of two remarkably large oysters.” Wanda turned and casually tossed the severed testicle into the large ice bucket, fished the second testicle out of the severed scrotum, maneuvered it until the severed spermatic cord hung downward over the silver tray. The buxom superheroine watched shock slowly form on Ox’s face as he stared first at the spheroid in the ice bucket and then the one in Wanda’s hand, watching the diminutive doctor snip the spermatic cord from it. Once the clipping was finished, Dr. Cummings stooped to place the scissors on the tray, and then the Scarlet Witch sent the second severed testicle sailing into the oyster bucket.

“Well, as the our work here is done,” Wanda called out as she turned and dropped the now empty scrotum into the small open stasis box Liz was holding out towards her and watched the lid get snapped closed, “I might as well redo the other survey I took earlier, again with an important variation. The Scarlet Witch paused as she noted John staring with a silly look on his face at the fleshy orbs resting on ice, and then asked, “How many of you students were sexually stimulated…got wet if female or developed an erection if male…while watching Ox’s emasculation?” Wanda smiled from ear-to-ear while Ox grinned sheepishly as everyone in the room raised their hands, while noting that most of the boys and many of the girls seemed embarrassed at what they were admitting to.

“Well, my marketing department is going to consider this a positive indication that profits might soon be on an upward trend” Wanda Maximoff noted with a hopeful look on her face. “Hands down, girls! Now for the most important question, how many of you men see voluntary castration, penectomy, or full emasculation in your future, somewhere down the line?” Wanda grimaced and shrugged her shoulders as all of the men’s hands dropped except for John’s. The Avenger’s disappointment softened as, after a brief discussion with Sally, Paul’s hand popped back up.

“Great!” the Scarlet Witch chirped with a hopeful look on her face. “It looks like we’ve got two gentlemen with us that are able to think outside the box. As I can’t press my employee any further, I guess the last question is just for you, Paul. Are you willing to commit to helping this sorority earn a discount for my services during next year’s balloon popping plus party…not to mention secure your own right to watch the girls getting themselves debreasted, and in several cases, it seems, declitted as well?”

“Sorry, Scarlet Witch,” Paul replied softly with an apologetic grin on his face, “but I’m not ready to do that just yet. Oh, I plan on being here next year, as I’m pretty sure I’ll have talked Sally into getting herself declitted by then, and I’ll definitely want to watch that happen. If that means I have to draw stones…well, I’ll take my chances again. That doesn’t mean I won’t get myself…well…uhm…taken care of…and probably have to pay whatever it costs by then to do so…down the road. I’m just not ready now.”

“Actually,” Paul continued with a silly grin on his face, “I’m kind of partial to Amanda’s idea of a live pay-for-view special with other famous celebrities…if I’ve made it big in football by then. You know…taking the chop as part of a lineup of actors and actresses, singers, politicians, other sports stars, and superheroines…hell…maybe even a superhero or two too…with you as both master of ceremonies and castratrix, if course. Naturally, if Amanda’s modeling career has made her the face of body modification…her declitting will be the big climax…pun fully intended. When my turn comes, my naked and obviously nullified sweetheart Sally can lead me to your castration station, Scarlet Witch….”

“Make that emasculation station, humpy!” Sally interjected firmly with a serious look on her pretty face. “While you might think you convinced me to get myself debreasted today, you didn’t! Arcade did! Along with the Scarlet Witch and all of the other superheroines that made it look so cool to get your chest flattened. Your invitation to be here today was an afterthought, big guy. I’ll want the whole fairy tale before being talked into letting you watch me get myself neutered next year. The whole fairy tale! That means either you join me on stage next year and provide the sorority with the Scarlet Witch’s full service discount…or I get an unbreakable prenuptial agreement that says I can sign Wanda’s consent forms for you…and that you fully expect me to do that within five years. That should give both you and Amanda plenty of time to make it big and make that pay-for-view special happen!”

“I’ll be most interested to find out whether you two work this out, Paul and Sally,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a wry grin on her face. “Obviously, I’m all in favor of you, Sally, getting your fairy tale ending. In the meantime, I may not be able to count on any emasculations being added to the balloon popping plus party next year…but that’s okay if that’s the way it goes. This was…and will be again next year…a Kappa Delta Sigma sorority event, after all.”

“Don’t worry, Scarlet Witch,” Mariah chirped with a hopeful grin on her face. “Regardless of how things work out with Paul and Sally, there will be more than a few men begging for invitations to watch a bunch of us girls getting ourselves debreasted, not to mention me, at the very least, getting myself declitted. When word gets out about what went on today, the whole campus is going to be salivating over next year’s event. And when we start screening the audio and video footage from the recording you promised to provide of today’s events…well you catch my drift. We’ll make the boys draw rocks again as the price of attending the party. And next year, if at least one other sorority sister joins me in getting sexually neutered, we won’t let chance overrule the rest of the sisters’ body modification preferences. Only the boys will draw stones, and sorry, Paul, next year one-third of the stones will be purple. Don’t worry, Scarlet Witch! You’ll be working on both boy and girl parts next year.”

“Like I said earlier, FANTASTIC, Mariah!” the Scarlet Witch proclaimed with jubilation on her face. “I will indeed look forward to providing my services to next year’s crop of ‘Running Utes’. Thank you for a wonderful session this year! I do hope you’re all as thrilled about how things went as I am. Now, let’s all of you get dressed, and have each of you that received treatment stop by Dr. Cummings medical station before you leave. She will have a post-treatment kit with replacement bandages, post-treatment instructions, and prescriptions for medicine. Additionally, we’ve had a reputable local doctor set aside the entire day tomorrow to make…himself? Yes…himself…available to examine your wounds and make sure healing is progressing satisfactorily. The name of the doctor and his contact information is included in the post-treatment kit.”

“Be safe, ladies and gentlemen,” Wanda Maximoff concluded with a twisted smile on her face, “while I leave you in Dr. Cummings capable hands. I must hurry to treatment room F2, where I expect to be providing a rather unique solution to a marital dispute. John, that means you’ll be needed up front to escort the troubled couple to the treatment room. Charlotte, quickly finish making your after work plans with Jamal, as I need you at the reception desk putting the paperwork in order, taking payment, and signing the patient in. Liz, get those stasis boxes to the vault and join me; we’ll distribute the thumb drives later. Dr. Cummings, do add a copy of the just concluded treatment session to Ruth’s post-treatment kit, and join us when your duties here are completed. Bye, bye, boys and girls!” The Scarlet Witch grinned with satisfaction as the room exploded with cheering and applause. Wanda Maximoff quickly bowed, hurried to the corner of the room to pluck her crimson bikini-like top and loincloth from atop the marketing cart’s safe, and rushed out the treatment room door.

To be continued.

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