Chapter 11. Emily

“Please take a seat on one of the chairs next the desk and make yourselves comfortable, Mr. and Mrs. Henson,” the Scarlet Witch suggested in her most professional tone as she stood on the far side of the medium-sized room furnished with a number of differently sized and configured cabinets as well as two large widescreen high-definition television monitors on opposing walls. Wanda spent several seconds sizing up the couple John had just led through the treatment room door, before announcing, “I am Wanda Maximoff.”

The male looked to be in his early forties, had steely gray eyes and crew-cut black hair, and was dressed in a blue U.S. Air Force dress uniform sporting Colonel insignias. The officer looked both fit and relaxed, but wore a determined look on his face, as he took the outside chair and replied, “We are very happy to make your acquaintance, Miss Maximoff. My name is Dirk, and this is my wife, Emily.”

The Colonel’s wife was a buxom-but-trim, blue-eyed platinum blonde wearing full makeup, despite it being late mid-morning. Wanda guessed the fine-featured female was in her mid-to-late twenties, and her pretty face, framed by a fancy shoulder-length hairdo, seemed filled with astonishment as the woman took in her revealing crimson ‘gypsy witch’ costume. The officer’s wife remained standing before the chair nearest the desk as she stared with disbelief at the Scarlet Witch’s brassiere-like top, loincloth, long fashion gloves, pirate boots, and signature double-peaked tiara.

Mrs. Henson wasn’t dressed particularly conservatively herself, Wanda noted as she let her eyes work down the sheer, nearly see through, shoulder-less black evening gown to the shiny black stiletto high heels just below the mid-knee skirt. The gown’s translucent quality was minimally reduced by lacy patterns sewn into the gown’s bodice and around the hip area, only partly covering the underlying frilly and obviously expensive black underwear.

“You look lovely today, Mrs. Henson,” Wanda said in a soft friendly voice as she took the chair behind the desk. “Or should I address you as Emily? Please do sit down.”

“Uhm…I guess Emily is fine, Miss Maximoff…or should I call you Wanda?” Emily replied softly with confusion still on her face as she slowly sank down into the chair. “Thank you for the compliment. We were on our way to the Officers’ Club for brunch…I always dress nicely for the club…but then Dirk suddenly announced that we have business here first.” The blonde took another look at the Scarlet Witch’s costume, noting the 21-year-old’s barely covered perfect-shaped D-cups and the lack of panties under the skimpy loincloth, and then glanced to take in John’s incongruous scrubs, before demanding, “What ARE we doing here, Dirk. You said we were going to the club, where we could talk about….”

“Where we could discuss how we might be able to save our marriage, Emily,” Dirk explained in a soft calm voice. “We will go to the Officers’ Club later, Emily. However, we’re going to solve our marital issues, once and for all, right here. Miss Maximoff and her staff are going to help us do that. You do want to salvage our marriage, don’t you, Emily? Or have you decided to sign the divorce papers?”

“No!” the pretty blonde wife spat in a pleading voice as her blue eyes became teary and her face reddened with embarrassment. “Please don’t divorce me! I would have knowingly come with you for marriage counseling if you had asked. I would be glad to listen to Miss Maximoff’s advice. Is that what you are, Miss Maximoff…a marriage counselor? Are you going to help us save our marriage?”

“I don’t think I can claim that title, Mrs. Henson” Wanda Maximoff replied softly with more than a little disconcertment on her face as she watched Emily again examining her trademark superheroine attire, “but my team and I will help if we can. In order to determine what sort of help we might be able to provide, one of you should explain to me the nature of your marital issues, and then the other can give their side of the story. In the meantime, John, step out of the room and keep the rest of the staff out of here until I call for you.”

“I can go first, Emily, if you want,” Colonel Henson offered softly with a twinkle in his gray eyes as he watched the orderly step out the door. “I’m probably best qualified to explain to Miss Maximoff how she might help us, anyhow.”

Wanda watched a smirk begin to form on Dirk’s face as Emily nodded, still looking more than a bit overwhelmed with the unexpected turn of events, before interjecting, “Tell me how long you’ve been married, Colonel, and then tell me what has been causing the stress and how long it has been going on. I don’t want to talk about proposed solutions to the problem until I’ve heard both sides.”

“Very well, Miss Maximoff,” Colonel Henson replied with more than a little disappointment on his face, no doubt due to not being able to put forth the solution he already had in mind. “We’ve been married for six years…happily married for five. I was a Major when I met Emily, who was then a waitress at the Officers’ Club. The stress is the lesbian liaison Emily began having with another officer’s wife about a year ago while I was on deployment in Afghanistan. Emily’s had flings with other girls while I was deployed during our marriage…more acceptable than finding out she’d been cheating on me with other men…so I chose to pretend I didn’t know…because those flings always ended before I came back to Hill…the local Air Force Base.

“This time, however, it’s been different,” Dirk Henson spat with obvious rancor as he locked eyes with the auburn-haired superheroine’s gold-flecked blue eyes and nodded towards his wife. “My God damn slut of a wife has been cheating on me with Diedre the whole six months I’ve been back. I’m a God damn full bird Colonel now and the other officers are beginning to talk. If I’m going to make General, this pussy licking affair has got to fucking stop right now, one way, divorce, or the other…!”

“I see, Colonel,” the Scarlet Witch replied with a stern look on her face, “and, if what you say is true, I understand your anger…at least to some degree. That said, if you cannot control your temper and your language and act like an officer, you’ll have to leave…by FORCE if necessary! Have I made myself clear, Colonel Henson?”

“Yes, YOU HAVE, Miss Maximoff,” Dirk growled back, visibly shaking with rage, before continuing in a calmer tone, “and I am sorry for my outburst. You may think you understand my feelings, but I doubt you really do. I truly love Emily, and I’m ready to make a family with her. However, I’m not going to bring children into the world if I can’t be POSITIVELY certain my wife won’t be tempted to cheat on me again…forcing divorce and a broken family…even if she finally agrees to stop this thing with Diedre. I think you understand the certainty that I am looking for…in lieu of divorce.”

“I do, Colonel,” Wanda replied matter-of-factly, before turning her attention to a red-faced and obviously crestfallen Mrs. Henson. “Would you like to let me hear your side of things, Emily?”

The Scarlet Witch watched as the fine-featured blonde bit her lower lip while she fidgeted in the chair looking thoughtful, before admitting in a quivering voice, “What Dirk said is true. I have dallied with other girls most of my adult life. Since I fell in love with and married Dirk, until Diedre, that dallying was restricted to the periods of Dirk’s deployments overseas. I have a strong libido, you see…and I can’t go months between getting sexual gratification. Then, this last deployment, I met Diedre, and we really clicked together…became best friends…and well…she wouldn’t accept a hiatus in the sexual part of our relationship when Dirk’s deployment ended. I really value Diedre as a friend…so…so far at least…I haven’t been able to fend off her advances.”

“Are you sure you really don’t want to sign the divorce papers that your husband, apparently, has already had prepared, Emily?” Wanda Maximoff asked softly with a friendly look on her face as she locked eyes with the buxom blonde. “That way your liaison with Diedre can continue to be as it was while your husband was on deployment. From what you’ve told me, I think even you doubt you can become just friends with Diedre…given the strength of your libido as you put it.”

“NO!” Mrs. Henson spat emotionally back. “I don’t want divorce. I’m madly in love with Dirk. I love being a senior officer’s wife, too. Additionally, I really do want to have a family with Dirk. I CAN control my libido! I WILL end the sexual affair with Diedre…force her to accept a normal friendship relationship. I’ll do anything to prove that I want to make our marriage work…will make our marriage work. I’ll do anything, Dirk! Really, I will!”

“I see,” the Scarlet Witch replied softly as she looked thoughtfully into Colonel Henson’s laughing grey eyes, “and I’m sure that I might be able to help, if you’re willing to let me, Emily. The fact that you both want children eliminates one of the modifications I might have suggested to the proposal I’m quite certain we are about to hear from the Colonel. Disappointing for me, given that I’m quite displeased with you, Colonel, for bringing your wife to me without her knowing who I am and what services this Van Dyne Industries subsidiary offers. Tell her, Dirk!”

Colonel Dirk Henson frowned under the withering stare of the Scarlet Witch, gulped, and announced, “This is indeed Wanda Maximoff, Emily. Wanda is a powerful mutant, a homo sapien superior, who is better known as the Scarlet Witch of the world famous crime fighting group, the Avengers. Following the extraordinarily quick passage of new legislation that made her able to add something new to her already crowded repertoire of skills and abilities, Wanda opened this business. This is the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’, Emily, and we are in this treatment room to have the Scarlet Witch perform the only act that will convince me that you’ll never ever again have a lesbian affair behind my back. If you agree to accept Miss Maximoff’s services, Emily, you can even remain friends with Diedre, because I’ll know with all certainty that you won’t be making love to her behind my back. You see, we are going to pay Miss Maximoff and her staff to remove your clitoris, Emily.”

“OHHhhhh!” Emily gasped with astonishment on her face while tears again began filling her blue eyes, but not quite flowing to ruin her makeup. “Wow! I didn’t see that coming…did I, Dirk? This is crazy! I wouldn’t be able to climax…if you perform female genital mutilation on me…like they do in the Middle East. Please, Dirk! I’ll do anything to save our marriage…but this…this is rather extreme…isn’t it?”

“You say you’ll do anything, Emily,” Colonel Henson stated firmly, “and this is the only way that I know of to bring that libido of yours under control…at least the only way that will bring the certainty that I need to have before I’ll tear up the divorce papers. You’ll do this for me or sign the divorce papers. Furthermore, if you sign the divorce papers, I’ll make sure that Diedre’s husband, Major Sutherland, finds out about her cheating on him, and pass him one of Wanda’s business cards to boot. I AM trying to save this marriage! Convince her, Miss Maximoff! That is part of your job, right?”

“Yes, Colonel Henson,” Wanda Maximoff replied with obvious irritation on her face, “marketing is one of my responsibilities, along with my being the principle clinician performing the alterations to my clientele’s bodies. However, I need to issue one more warning. The decision to accept this clinic’s offered services or to choose not to accept them is Emily’s and only Emily’s. There must not be undue coercion, and blackmail, which is what your reference to the Sutherlands sounded like, certainly counts as undue coercion. Disregard your husband’s remark, Emily, but don’t start thinking of me as looking out for your interests. I will indeed be marketing my services to you as best I can, and that marketing may not necessarily be a perfect fit to your own needs or desires.”

“Now, Emily,” Wanda continued with a hopeful look on her face in a professional tone, “if you are convinced that this clinic has nothing to offer you and that you have no need to listen to the proposition I’m about to make to you. Please leave…with or without your husband…and we will refund the five thousand dollars Colonel Henson has already paid for my services. If you want to hear my sales pitch, I must now bring my staff into this treatment room. Which will it be?”

“If I agree…to do what Dirk asks…they are going to be in here watching?” Emily asked softly with widened eyes and obvious disbelief on her face.

“Observing, assisting, and providing post-alteration medical treatment,” the Scarlet Witch replied matter-of-factly. “They will also be here to protect this clinic’s reputation by witnessing that, should you choose to accept my services, you have made the choice consensually. I apologize in advance if either your husband or I find it necessary to mention your friend or your sexual tendencies as we explain why you may find my services beneficial. Does that make sense?”

“I guess so,” Emily muttered softly before adding decisively, “sure bring them in. It’s not like I can claim to be shy wearing this outfit. Well, I don’t suppose you can make that claim either, Miss Maximoff.”

“No, I can’t can I?” Wanda admitted with a giggle as she stood, opened the door, and allowed her staff to file into the room. “This is Dr. Cummings, who will be performing any medical treatment you will be needing if you choose to take advantage of our offered services, and Nurse Liz, whole will assisting me in the performance those services and Dr. Cummings with treatment afterward.” The buxom Avenger nodded first to the diminutive 35-year-old blonde with a lovely face, sparkling green eyes, and shoulder length hair wearing a sexy nurse’s outfit, and then to the buxom, but obviously fit, almond-eyed Oriental girl in her mid-twenties with long black hair dressed in an identical nurse’s outfit.

“You’ve already met Charlotte, who is pulling double duty as both receptionist and medical assistant, and John, our orderly and, if necessary, security officer.” Wanda nodded first to the lovely, very buxom short-haired dark-brown-eyed black girl in her early twenties, who was also wearing one of the sexy nurse’s costumes and was carrying a short stack of forms, and then to the handsome, muscular, 6-foot-tall blonde-haired blue-eyed male in his late-twenties, who was wearing blue short-sleeved scrubs. “I trust you’ve set the front door chime to alert you in here, should our next clients arrive before we are done here, Charlotte.” The sultry superheroine smiled as she watched Charlotte nod, and then retook her seat behind the desk.

“Ladies and gentleman, while you were waiting outside, I received some background information pertaining to our potential patient,” Wanda Maximoff explained softly as she flashed and encouraging smile at Emily. “That would be Mrs. Henson here. Emily is contemplating having us perform a clitoridectomy on her, to reduce what both she and her husband believe to be a troublingly strong libido. I have suggestions for potential additional treatment, Emily, but perhaps it would be best if we discuss the clitoridectomy procedure first, and the permanent changes that will result from the treatment should you choose to precede. You do want to discuss having your clitoris removed, don’t you, Mrs. Henson?”

“Y…yes, Miss Maximoff, I do,” the buxom, well-toned, platinum blonde replied in a barely audible voice with apprehension filling her blue eyes. “I do want Dirk to trust that my libido will no longer adversely impact our lives together. I will be paying attention to what you have to say, although I must admit that I’m pretty badly frightened about the prospect of undergoing genital mutilation.”

“Mutilation is a term that we would prefer not be used with regard to what we do here, Mrs. Henson,” the Scarlet Witch chided softly with obvious disdain, “as it connotes disfigurement suffered against a victim’s wishes. If you leave here today without assets that you arrived with, the forfeiture of those assets will have been done with your well-informed consent. With respect to the proposed clitoridectomy, there will not be noticeable disfigurement in terms of visible scarring. The clitoral glans will simply be gone from the apex of your vulva, which will otherwise be as attractive as it ever was. Function, however, is a different matter, as I’ll get to momentarily.”

“Let me tell you how your clitoridectomy, or declitting in laymen’s terms, would be performed, Emily,” Wanda continued as a friendly smile filled her face. “First, I will perform oral sex on you…which may make your husband uncomfortable…to get your clitoral glans swollen and protruding out of the apex of your vulva so that one or another of my declitting tools can trap the little love button and facilitate the next part of the procedure. The cunnilingus will also be used to bring you to the verge of climax. At that point I will stop orally stimulating you and use the chosen declitting tool to stretch your clitoris…clitoral glans and as much clitoral shaft as I can manage…out of its cavity until it’s on the verge of tearing.”

“Before any accidental damage does occur, Emily,” the sultry Avenger continued with a far-away look on her face, “the stretching, which I must say I think you will find to be a quite fascinating sensation, will stop. Depending on the tool I use, one mechanism or another will be deployed to firmly choke around the base of the exposed clitoral shaft to prevent the stretched out flesh from retreating into its cavity. The clitoris above the choke point will then be released and allowed to un-stretch back into its natural shape, ultimately leaving a penile projection protruding from the apex of your vulva. I think you’ll get a kick out of looking at your little girl penis, Emily.”

“At this point, Mrs. Henson,” the Scarlet Witch declared softly while looking straight into the platinum blonde’s blue eyes, “a vibrator will be inserted into your vagina, a tiny pry bar will be wedged under the choke point on your clitoral shaft so that I can get the blades of surgical scissors around the shaft below the choke point, and we will simply wait for the vibrator to do its work and make you climax. When you do experience orgasm…and I expect it to be a very powerful climax given the circumstances…I will close the scissor blades. There will be a very audible snapping sound as your clitoral shaft below the snip point springs back down its cavity and your clitoris above the cut drops away.”

“At first, Emily,” Wanda Maximoff continued with an apologetic look on her face, “the searing agony cased by the severing of your clitoral shaft will mix with the ecstasy of orgasm to form a new sensation. Many girls find this new sensation to be remarkably interesting, partially making up for what’s left when the climax fades…an unbearable fiery agony that fairly quickly subsides to a burning ache at the apex of your vulva. The burning ache becomes marginally bearable fairly quickly, but will be a most unpleasant distraction for days after your treatment. Dr. Cummings will write you a prescription for medicine to make the post-declitting pain more manageable than I have just described, however, nothing will be done to numb your privates prior to the declitting…something you will no doubt be pleased about during cunnilingus and while the vibrator is used to bring you to climax…but then you’ll hurt terribly.”

“Furthermore, Mrs. Henson,” the Scarlet Witch proclaimed in a calm but firm tone, “the clitoridectomy WILL achieve the desired results. The climax you have today in this room will more than likely be your last ever. It will certainly end your ability to be brought to orgasm via cunnilingus. Although what we describe as libido is really a mental state rather than a physical reaction to the ‘needs’ of your sex organs, the removal of your clitoris WILL tame your troublingly strong libido, Emily. Your mind will know you’ve been declitted and that you can’t expect sexual pleasure from climax, therefore the craving for sexual liaisons and concomitant sexual climax will go away.”

“Colonel Henson may well find that his own sex life hasn’t much of a future, post-declitting,” Wanda warned matter-of-factly with a wry grin on her face. “Save for the necessary couplings you’ll still need to have in order to produce the children you both talked about, he may find that his wife is rarely in the mood. However, I’ll give you both just one glimmer of hope. Some women are able to reach climax via vaginal stimulation—a small percentage of girls have sensitive enough ‘G-spots’ to be brought to orgasm. Perhaps you and your husband will find, through caring and diligence, that you are one of those girls, Emily. Now, are you ready to begin signing consent forms, Mrs. Henson?”

“Dirk, please don’t make me do this!” Emily Henson pleaded in a whining voice with horror filling her watery blue eyes. “I’m sorry for cheating on you. It won’t happen again. Please…I…I…really like climaxing. Life would be terrible once…once I couldn’t…be brought to….orgasm…ever again.”

“You have to, Emily,” Colonel Henson replied sternly with determination on his face. “It’s the only way I will trust you again. It’s the only way I’ll know for sure that these lesbian affairs you are so enamored with can never happen again. Either let Miss Maximoff…as she put it…declit you…or sign the damn….”

“STOP!” Wanda Maximoff commanded loudly with anger on her face. “You may not set conditions, Colonel Henson. Mrs. Henson must chose to accept treatment, or not, of her own volition, not because of any implied threat that you or anyone else might take actions against her if she does not. May I remind you that there are witnesses in this treatment room hearing exactly what you are saying? Additionally, these entire proceedings, both video and audio, are being recorded. They will be made available to a court of law, should questions regarding Emily’s coercion arise.”

“For the record, Mrs. Henson,” the Scarlet Witch turned to stare into the obviously stressed platinum blonde’s blue eyes, “you do not HAVE to have a clitoridectomy performed on you. Nobody can make you do that. However, I really do think that getting yourself declitted is the most certain way of reducing the sexual desires, your libido as you put it, that you yourself say is responsible for your marital infidelity. Additionally, you should know that the concerns you are feeling about what life will be like after having the procedure performed on you are normal. All I can say to that point is that, many women, some of whom were your age, have lived long and happy lives after ridding themselves of their troublesome clitorises. No more sexual distractions. No more trying to find a new partner to reward you with orgasm when your husband isn’t available. No more sleepless nights as you ache for sexual satisfaction.”

“Yes, of course, you are right, Miss Maximoff,” Emily Henson declared in a much calmer tone with resolve on her face. “Dirk, if I do this, I need to know that you will never divorce me…not for my former infidelities…not because my sexuality has been reduced due the very procedure you brought me here without warning to have. Promise me…and if you break that promise you better know that I will use this against you in any divorce settlement…any children we have….”

“I understand, Emily,” Colonel Henson interjected with firm resolve in his voice but glee in his steely gray eyes, “I would be lucky to get visiting rights once the court heard your story. I promise that I am really encouraging…not forcing you…to accept Miss Maximoff’s offered treatment so that we can live out our lives together as a happily married couple. I promise that, if you do this for me…no…for us…I will never ever file for divorce.”

“Thank you, Dirk,” Emily replied with a nod as she bit her lower lip, “I needed to hear that. I am ready to sign the consent forms, Miss Maximoff. Or do I need to hear about the proposed additional treatment that you said you would suggest I undergo first?”

“No, Mrs. Henson,” the Scarlet Witch said with a sheepish grin on her face, “as a business woman my priority at this point is to explain the first two consent forms to you and get your signature on the dotted line. Your signature seals a legally binding agreement between us which encumbers the funds for your procedure that your husband has already had charged to his credit card. The third consent form does not void the first two consent forms if you deign not to sign it, and the offer for additional treatment will simply be withdrawn. We will then get on with your clitoridectomy. When we do get to that third form, please do keep in mind that I will be acting as both marketer and clinician. Charlotte.”

Wanda smiled and nodded as the huge-breasted receptionist handed her the stack of forms, and then pushed the first one onto the end of the desk in front of the buxom officer’s wife, while explaining, “Your signature on the line flagged with the yellow sticky tape gives permission for the alterations to your vulva…which in your case will be a clitoridectomy, also known as declitting and female castration, Mrs. Henson. We have discussed how the procedure will be performed and the ramifications of having it done.” The auburn-haired Avenger watched as Emily looked up to her husband, saw him nod, nervously signed the form, and pushed it back toward her.

“This second form, the signing of which is mandatory for us to continue, gives us permission to use any organ or appendage we remove during any part of your treatment here as Van Dyne Industries sees fit…including for profit and with your name associated with it,” Wanda continued as she pushed the second form forward and pointed to the flagged line. “I normally rely on my clients to be aware of all of the ramifications of signing this form, Mrs. Henson, but I know you were brought here without the opportunity to read the forms in advance. Therefore, I’ll once again note that the proceedings in this treatment room are being recorded, and the form gives Van Dyne Industries permission to use the audio/video recording as the corporation chooses, including as evidence should legal action be taken against any of the parties involved.”

“What would my clitoris be used for?” Emily asked softly with a befuddled look on her face. “For medical research? Why would knowing my name be relevant to anything?”

“No, not medical research, Emily,” the Scarlet Witch replied with a smirk on her face and a hint of laughter in her voice. “Your severed clitoris will most likely be imbedded in a glass necklace pendent, and your name will be inscribed on the back of the pendant in gold inlay…probably today’s date and your age too…or rather your age today. That reminds me. I need to see a valid form of identification before we proceed any further. The main purpose for asking for the identification is to document that you are legally an adult.”

“Unless Miss Maximoff’s business really takes off, Emily,” Dirk Henson interjected while he watched his wife nervously fish through her purse and pull her driver’s license from a small card holder, “the jewelry cored with clitorises will be pretty rare, and therefore quite expensive. Although it will probably be a while before Wanda’s parent company can reap benefits from the strategy, seeing as how the necklaces will sell out very quickly, the jewelry will begin varying in value depending upon the identity of the individual who provided the core. Therefore the identity of the clitoris’s original owner is inscribed on the jewelry. If ten years from now you’re married to a four-star general, someone will be holding a necklace with your clitoris in it that is worth a fortune. Have I got anything wrong, Miss Maximoff.”

“No, not really,” Wanda replied matter-of-factly as she finished scanning the identification with the desk monitor’s camera and then passed it back to an obviously perplexed platinum blonde. “The necklaces will be marketed as part of the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories, so there is also a, perhaps false, assumption that the identity of the harvester of the pendant core will add to the perceived value. The only other detail I’ll expand on is your comment about rarity. If your wife signs that form, Colonel, hers will be the third pendant core harvested so far today, and I have a long day ahead of me. By the end of the year, you will be only one of many, hopefully proud, women with a part of them preserved in family heirlooms passed down through the centuries, Emily.” Wanda elected not to mention that the audio/video recording of the declitting would be included with the necklace.

“Dirk, if you do rise to the top in the Air Force, this means word will get out that I’ve been….” Emily Henson shrilled with panic on her face. “That could be a public embarrassment, couldn’t it? Your career….”

“Means nothing to me if we can salvage our marriage, Emily,” Colonel Henson replied in his most reassuring tone. “Besides, if Miss Maximoff is right, and hundreds or even thousands of women take advantage of her services over the years, what we are doing today won’t be particularly noteworthy…to others, I mean. I don’t see why we should care about what her corporate bosses do with your damned clitoris once we’ve got the damn thing extirpated.”

“Yes, you are right, Dirk,” Emily concurred with the hint of a grin on her face. “You always cut through the chafe and see the big picture. I’m signing then? I’m really going to do this?” The buxom blue-eyed blonde watched her husband nod, and quickly signed the form.

The Scarlet Witch took the second form from Mrs. Henson with a wry grin on her face, and then pushed the last form forward, as she explained, “This final form gives permission for the removal of your breasts, and also stipulates that half of the fee your husband paid for your clitoridectomy will be returned to him, Mrs. Henson. Now, don’t be too shocked, but this is where I explain why you will benefit from agreeing to this additional treatment I told you I would recommend.”

“Don’t bother, Miss Maximoff,” Emily hissed back with disgust on her face. “There could be no possible upside…to me at least…for my allowing you to perform a double mastectomy on me. Additionally, the discount you offer wouldn’t really save us much money. You can tell from what I’m wearing what most of my wardrobe is like. Replacing my evening gowns alone would use up more than a little of your rebate. You’ve got an ulterior motive for trying to con me into letting you cut my boobs off, don’t you, Miss Maximoff?”

“I’m pretty much with you on this, Emily,” Colonel Henson interjected softly as he nodded to his wife with a smirk on his face. “I don’t see how I could possibly support any recommendation to have those beautiful knockers of yours removed. However, I’m guessing Miss Maximoff’s recommendation is only partly motivated by that ulterior motive you mentioned…which I believe to be her business’s bottom line. I think we should hear the Scarlet Witch’s explanation for why she thinks you would benefit from…let me guess the layman’s term…debreasting. However, Miss Maximoff, I suggest you explain your ulterior motives as well. Nobody does twice the work for half the money without some hidden benefit.”

“The benefit to my parent company is not hidden, Mr. and Mrs. Henson,” Wanda Maximoff replied matter-of-factly with a friendly smile on her face, “as it was addressed when I explained the second form. Still, I will clarify that benefit after I have explained why I believe getting herself debreasted will benefit Emily…more specifically, how it will help you resolve what I believe is, to you, one of the more difficult parts of putting this soap opera you have become mired in behind you, Emily. May I proceed with my reasoning?”

“I…I guess so, Miss Maximoff,” the Colonel’s wife replied with a dear-in-headlights look on her face. “What the hell…words are cheap! Even when they are a waste of time!”

“Colonel, I believe the most difficult part of solving your marital problems will continue to be Diedre,” Wanda announced in a calm friendly voice, “and the strong bond that Emily has formed with her. Emily has already told us that she treasures the friendship she has developed with Diedre. Emily has also said that she tried to end the romantic part of the relationship that had developed while you were overseas when your deployment ended. Something she had successfully been able to do with previous liaisons with other women, but in this case failed.”

The sultry Avenger took a deep breath as both husband and wife stared at her as if she were crazy, before adding, “If Diedre has already put her own carnal desires before Emily’s need to protect her marriage with you, I see no reason why she would not continue to make sexual advances towards Emily. The fact that Emily will no longer get her own sexual gratification from the coupling may not concern Diedre. Emily will still have the ability to perform cunnilingus on Diedre as she has in the past, and Diedre may consider it Emily’s duty to continue satisfying her carnal needs as part of the price Emily must pay for Diedre’s loyalty and friendship. She would also no doubt feel that you’ve mistreated Emily by forcing her into getting herself declitted to save her marriage, which she would likely vocalize often in attempts to undermine your spousal relationship.”

“Now, Emily,” Wanda continued with a reassuring look on her face, “by pointing this out I am in no way saying that you WILL let Diedre force her sexual needs upon you. However, I think you will be deeply troubled by the strain your refusal of her advances will bring to you. If you choose to get yourself debreasted today, the physical attraction your chest pillows add to the sexual part of your relationship with Diedre will be diminished.”

“Additionally,” Wanda Maximoff added with a smirk on her face, “if the reduction of your girlish curves doesn’t halt your girlfriend’s advances, just invite Diedre and her husband to dinner with you and your husband and dress in something similar to what you are wearing now. One of two things will happen! Diedre will either be terrified that the Colonel will whisper in the Major’s ear and that she will get the same treatment you did if she does not respect both your marital vows and her own, and halt her advances, or she will ask for my business card. If the latter happens you can suggest that she take advantage of my full-service discount, as I think you are about to do. One last tangential point that I might add, Emily, is the fact that I’m quite certain the Colonel will miss showing off those nice C-cups your sporting more than you will!”

“My God in Hell, Scarlet Witch,” Colonel Dirk Henson roared as he chuckled heartily, “you are damn good at reading people aren’t you. From what little we’ve told you, you’ve already figured out that my initial attraction to Emily was the arm candy she would provide me at social gatherings. Being part of an attractive couple leads to rapid advances in the armed forces, which explains the eagles on my shoulders just south of forty years. However, I had to go and fall madly in love with my trophy wife, and now I’m going to support whatever decision she wants to make regarding her proposed debreasting.”

“Hell, Emily,” the Colonel continued with a more serious look on his face, “as much as I love those big tits of yours, I am very tempted to actually encourage you to get them hacked off to help Miss Maximoff’s profit margin. If you do this, and you do get yourself debreasted, we’re going to skip right past the strain caused by Diedre’s hurt feelings when you reject her advances. We’re going to invite the Sutherlands over for dinner as soon as the bandages come off, hopefully after we’ve had all the bodices of those fine gowns of yours taken in, and without evening mentioning the obvious we’ll watch Diedre make that choice Miss Maximoff said she’d have to make.”

“You’d have me continue to wear these revealing gowns, even after…?” Emily began with a shocked look on her face.

“Hell, yeah!” Colonel Henson snorted with a grin on his face. “If you take one for the team to save our marriage, you should be proud of it. I’m not saying you should rub everyone’s faces in it, or anything like that…at least not all the time. I’m just saying, you shouldn’t be afraid to show your battle scars, and like it or not, keeping a military marriage together is a battle that has to be fought to be won. Hell, maybe you’ll start a fad that many or most of the senior officer’s wives take a fancy to. I wouldn’t be at all surprised. Seriously, Emily, Miss Maximoff’s suggestion has merit in terms of helping us solve our quandary. What say you listen to what her suggestion entails, after she owns up to what her company gets out of giving a refund for doing extra work.”

“As I said, that explanation was given when the second form was before Mrs. Henson, Colonel,” the Scarlet Witch chirped softly with a friendly smile on her face. “That form gives Van Dyne Enterprises permission to use any organ or appendage we remove during any part of your treatment here as Van Dyne Industries sees fit…including for profit and with your name associated with it. In this case, Emily’s C-cups….”

“How do you know they’re C-cups, Miss Maximoff?” Emily interrupted with a quirky smile on her face. “Most people take them for being a cup size larger.”

“I suppose I might reply that it is my job as a professional to know breast size at first glance, even under a brassiere, Mrs. Henson,” Wanda replied with a sheepish grin on her face, “but the truth is I’ve had plenty of practice sizing up breast balloons before this clinic was even conceived. You see, I’ve been a debreasting fanatic for several months now, and at a venue unreachable by all but a very few I’ve watched many dozens of sets of breast balloons get put to the popping pin.”

Now, as I was saying,” the Scarlet Witch continued with hope in her gold-flecked blue eyes, “your C-cups, or at least the breast skins, if you sign the third form, will be added to the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories after they’ve been delicately tanned and turned into ‘Real Breast’ makeup bags. They will be sold separately, but together they will likely not bring Van Dyne Industries the $2,500 I will be refunding your husband. As a new business with a new product, upper management is willing to take less profit on the services I render in order to build inventory. I doubt the full-service discount will last for long, as I expect inventories to grow quickly…especially for the clothing accessories made out of breast skins. Debreasting is already a fantasy that many women have…due in no small part to Arcade’s live broadcast.”

“The Scarlet Witch and most every other superheroine in the country were debreasted against their will by a villain named Arcade a couple of weeks ago, Emily,” Colonel Henson chortled softly and then enjoyed the disbelief forming on his wife’s face as she stared at the cups of the crimson clad Avenger’s well stuffed bikini-like top. “We were on a camping trip, so we missed the worldwide live broadcast and the news coverage that followed. I saw a recording of the event a few days ago…and must admit I liked what I saw…while before hitting the ‘play’ button I expected to have the opposite reaction. However, Arcade’s efforts were wasted, Emily, because the Avengers had a secret tissue regenerator stashed away that they used to re-grow all of the superheroines’ breasts. Heard the miracle machine busted a day or two later, Scarlet Witch. Arcade’s sure to have inspired copy cats, so maybe you’ll be a lot less buxom too someday soon.”

“Not maybe, Colonel,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a smirk on her face, “nearly certain! My D-cups have been signed up to be fed to a pendulum blade a week from next Wednesday…as part of a prescheduled engagement that there is no backing out of, and you heard correctly, our Chula nanogene tissue regenerator has packed it in. I’m looking forward to it actually. Like I said, I am a debreasting fanatic. I’ve been debreasted five times while the tissue regenerator was working. My girls were guillotined off of my chest the first and last time, but in between I got the slower, more intricate, and more painful but more interesting razor-wire loops, thin wire breast nooses and concomitant temporary breast suspension, and a spinning buzz saw used to let the air out of my breast balloons. I enjoyed myself most every time, but I think I’ll enjoy showing off the nice round scars on my flattened chest after the pendulum blade gives my girls their final adventure. I know you think I’m crazy, but I’m not the only girl in the room with debreasting fantasies.”

“Wow!” Emily Henson declared softly with widened eyes. “If what you’re saying is true, Miss Maximoff, then getting debreasted can’t be all that bad. I’ve never heard of girls having debreasting fantasies. Wanda said at least one of you other girls do. Is that really true?”

“Yep!” Charlotte spat with a giggle as she smiled from ear-to-ear. “I’m getting these big G-cups totaled at the end of the day. Already got a stud lined up to help me celebrate the event afterwards, too.”

“Me too,” Liz admitted with a sheepish grin on her face as she winked at John, “I’m in negotiations to see if I act on that fantasy at the end of the day, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to seal the deal. Actually, I’ve pretty much been sold on getting Wanda’s full-service contract, like I think you’re about sold on as well. A nice declitting while I’m being debreasted sounds fun!”

“Again, wow!” Emily Henson spat with utter disbelief on her face. “How about you, Dr. Cummings? Are you going to have yourself debreasted as well?”

“I won’t lie,” Carla replied with embarrassment on her face, “I’ve enjoyed watching, been sexually aroused even, by the five debreastings we’ve watched so far today, so I’m likely developing that fantasy in a fairly strong way. Still, for professional reasons I won’t be having myself debreasted today or in the foreseeable future, despite the fact that I fully realize breasts no longer have any beneficial function, given that baby formula has largely replaced breast milk. The first lump I feel, however, I’ll be seeking out Wanda’s services without bothering to get a biopsy.”

“Well, if you would choose Miss Maximoff’s services over surgery at a hospital, debreasting can’t be all that painful,” the Colonel’s wife gasped softy with indecision on her face. “If Nurse Liz and Miss Charlotte are looking forward to their own debreastings after watching five other girls get their racks wrecked, it can’t be that scary, either. I think I’m going to go for the works, Dirk, and I think you’re the one who will be sorry that I did. You are going to miss my soft and shapely boobs more than I will, I’ll wager!”

“Before you finalize that decision, Mrs. Henson,” Wanda jumped in before the Colonel could reply to his wife’s jibe, “I need you to make sure that you understand that being debreasted IS very painful. It will hurt like hell, and you won’t be given anything to numb the pain beforehand. However, as you will be declitted at the same time, you’ll be in agony anyhow, and the spreading of that agony to other parts of your body should not be significantly more unbearable. Dr. Cummings will clean and apply topical anesthetic to your wounds when your treatment has been completed, and the pain pill prescription that is already going to be issued for the vulva trauma will help with your chest pain too.”

“The damage will be permanent, Mrs. Henson,” the buxom Avenger continued with a serious look on her face. “Your breasts will be gone forever, and in this case there will be side boob remnants as well as the circular wounds that will leave obvious scars. You can have the side boobs trimmed away by the surgeon of your choice if you wish, and get skin grafts to cover the scars as well. For occasions in which you wish to conceal the fact that you have been debreasted, you can order really nice prosthetics from the ‘Surely They’re Real’ breast brassiere section at the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories website. Some of the more expensive models will look incredibly real under the translucent tops you seem to favor, but I suggest you go with B-cups so that the friends that know won’t think you’re trying to lie about the fact that you’ve had breast reduction therapy.”

“We’ll get the side boobs shaved off, Emily,” Dirk Henson chided jovially, “if you go through with this, after Diedre has got a good look. You can order a selection of the falsies too, but you won’t get skin grafts until the first child we have together is old enough to start noticing things. You’re right! I will miss your pretty knockers. I’ve encouraged your penchant for showing them off, and I’ll encourage you to develop an inclination to show off the sacrifices you made to save our marriage, too.”

“Fine, Dirk,” Emily spat back with a wry grin on her face, “I’ll work to develop a ‘debreasted and proud of it’ attitude. However, let Diedre get that look and wonder. I don’t want you rubbing her nose in the role she played in causing me to choose to get myself debreasted and declitted.” The platinum blonde watched her husband shrug and nod before smiling with relief on her face, and asking, “One last question, Miss Maximoff! How are you going to remove my boobs, anyhow? You’ve already mentioned a number of ways that you’ve had used on yourself.”

“Make it fast and low tech, Miss Maximoff,” Colonel Henson interjected with a stern look on his face. “My wife seems to be gleefully embracing what I meant to be punishment for her cheating, when I was expecting her to capitulate to my demands that she accept my fitting and permanent penalty for her lesbian liaison with extreme reluctance.”

“I’ll have an explanation for that change in your wife’s attitude after I answer her question, Colonel,” Wanda Maximoff replied as she flashed a friendly smile at Emily. “I don’t want the distraction of chest pain to make it difficult for me to bring you to what will likely be your last ever sexual climax, so I will perform the declitting first. In this case, the equipment will be relatively high tech, but extirpation of a girl’s sex life never takes long. Because I hope to have you debreasted while you’re still in the midst of that final orgasm, your husband will have his way and your chest will be flattened quickly with me using a Zatanna hoop knife. The blade is named after the superheroine who invented it, and soon afterwards was debreasted by her own invention. It definitely qualifies as low tech, but I’m sure you’ll find your debreasting to be an interesting experience, which you may even come to remember quite fondly, Emily.”

“It seems that I am good at the ‘convincing’ part of my job, flyboy,” the Scarlet Witch replied with a wry grin on her face as she twisted her head to stare at Dirk, “something you would have soon been discovering if Mrs. Henson didn’t want to have your children. Then, after my very fine convincing, you might have discovered that I am also very good at doing my principal work here at the clinic; the work of a castratrix. Perhaps when you’ve decided you’ve had all the children you want, Emily, you’ll come back to my clinic with your husband in tow, and I’ll see to it that his sexuality matches your own. Until then, perhaps you should sign the third form and we shall move forward with your treatment.”

“Oh for Christ sake, Scarlet Witch,” Dirk Henson spat with obvious irritation in his voice, “why the hell did you go and do that. Now that you’ve put that idea in her head, she’s going to be bringing it up every time she gets pissed off at me. I’m sure at first she will be kidding….”

“But in the end I will be making it a demand, Dirk?” Emily Henson interjected with a mischievous grin on her face. “Perhaps! After all, you won’t need any of the male piping once you’re done making babies with me. Perhaps then it will be your turn to capitulate with extreme reluctance to my demands in order to save our marriage. However, I’m going to be a good sport for the next few years and do my best not to remind you of the corner you backed me into today. Yes, Miss Maximoff, let’s get started with creating the new me!” The Colonel’s wife quickly signed the third form and passed it back to Wanda.

“Please stand and disrobe, Mrs. Henson,” Wanda Maximoff instructed softly with jubilation radiating from her face as she reached out and passed the completed forms to Charlotte. “Remove everything but the heels. I think you’ll look very elegant wearing those stilettos in the pose I’m about to put you in. Just lay the rest on your chair.”

“T..Thanks, Miss Maximoff,” Emily replied as she took her feet and then struggled with the zipper at the back of her sheer, nearly see through, shoulder-less evening gown. The platinum blonde grinned sheepishly while blushing as her husband impatiently reached up and pulled the zipper down for her. “I must say, while I don’t at all consider myself shy when it comes to displaying my assets, I’m really nervous right now. To soon be naked in front of so many people I’ve just met…well I think I’m more troubled by that than by what I know will come afterwards.”

“Don’t give it a second thought, Mrs. Henson,” Wanda suggested with a giggle as she watched the Colonel’s wife let the garment drop to the floor, stepped over it, and then carefully folded it before turning and setting it on the chair. “I think we all get all goose bumpy in this situation, and I’ve been in it more times than I care to admit.”

“Why don’t all of you women strip, Scarlet Witch?” Colonel Henson asked jovially as he watched his wife unhook her lacy black brassiere and set it atop the dress. “That should make Emily feel a lot less antsy about being naked.”

The crimson-clad Avenger noted the frown form on Carla’s face as Liz and Charlotte moved to comply with the Air Force officer’s request, before chirping, “Not this time, girls. I’m sure Emily won’t mind if she doesn’t get to watch the Colonel ogling us while she makes a significant sacrifice in the name of marital bliss. Now the panties, Mrs. Henson! You’re fortunate that you didn’t go with pantyhose. I would have had you leave them on and would have ruined them by cutting a hole in them to expose your vulva. They would have gone well with the stilettos.”

“Come on, Scarlet Witch,” Colonel Henson chided as he watched his wife pull down and step out of her lacy black panties and set them on the chair, “don’t be a party pooper. Let’s have you girls buck naked like my wife here. Look, your assistants may be prudes, but I know you’re not. I’ve been to your section of ‘The Wizard’s Lair’ website. You strip too!”

The Colonel’s jibe brought a momentary sheepish look to the Scarlet Witch’s face. Then the buxom superheroine shrugged her shoulders and stood, as she commanded, “Face away from the chair, Mrs. Henson. I want to get a good look at what I have to work with.” Wanda watched the shapely blonde blush as she stopped straightening the clothes on her chair and complied, before Wanda stepped sideways to stand directly in front of the shivering wife.

“Very nice, Emily,” Wanda Maximoff announced in a soft friendly tone as she reached out and cupped the swooping C-cups before her, one in each hand. Wanda gently rotated her thumbs around the bases of the nipples tipping silver-dollar-sized pinkish brown areolae, and grinned with satisfaction as the nipples quickly swelled to turgid.

The sultry superheroine knelt, and ran the fingers of her right hand through the platinum blonde’s thick reddish-brown pubic hair, neatly trimmed into a heart shape, as she suggested, “You know you might wear your hair a little longer, Mrs. Henson, and let it return to its natural color. I think it would look very nice.”

Wanda winked as the Colonel’s wife blushed badly, and then lowered her fingers to gently part the faux blonde’s labial lips. Noting that the pretty wife’s lower lips were fairly dry, the scantily clad Avenger moved both hands to the top of the vulva, replaced her right hand’s fingers with both thumbs, and gently pried outward to peek at Emily’s clitoris. “Lovely down here as well, Emily, but your little love button isn’t exactly jumping up and down screaming ‘here I am, come and get me’. I may have my work cut out for me when it comes to getting it to stop playing hide-and-seek. Why don’t I get started with a little visual stimulation?”

The Scarlet Witched stood, winked at the Colonel’s wife again, before she reached up with her left hand and pressed the circular clasp release between the cups of her bikini-like top, and casually let the right cup of the top drop away, allowing the garment to unwrap around her back to dangle downward by the clasp in her left hand, baring her perfect-shaped D-cups. Wanda smiled as Emily’s eyes widened and the Colonel audibly caught his breath. The auburn-haired Avenger 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 stepping backwards, picking the loincloth up, and tossing both garments onto the desktop.

“I have my own reasons for doing this, Colonel,” Wanda chirped softly as she pulled Emily’s hands up to her breasts, one over each massive melon, “none of which have anything to do with your own voyeuristic desires. I hope you aren’t terribly disappointed, but you don’t get the privileges Emily presently has until you’re the patient a few years from now.” The buxom Avenger giggled as disappointment filled Dirk’s face, not bothering to tell either of the Henson’s her principal reason for baring her own assets was to add additional eroticism to the video that was being recorded.

“Enjoy my assets in whatever manner you please, Mrs. Henson,” the Scarlet Witch urged with a very pleased look on her face as she stared at the disgruntled colonel, “but don’t waste any time. In exactly three minutes, my orderly is going to pull you away, march you over to the treatment station, and tie your hands behind your back. After that, you and I will both be a bit too busy to worry about our modesty!”

Wanda cooed softly as Emily tweaked a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand for several seconds, before lowering her hands to cup each mammoth mammary as she leaned her head forward to suckle on the breast tips, one nipple at a time in fifteen second intervals. The sultry Avenger’s coos slowly became louder as the suckling continued for nearly two minutes, and then the coos were replaced with moans as the Colonel’s wife sank to her knees and began twirling her tongue gently around the foxy superheroine’s swollen clitoris. A hint of panic was forming on Wanda’s grinning face as the three minutes passed and Emily continued to work her tongue over her love button with practiced precision.

Emily Henson groaned with disappointment as she felt the orderly jerk her upward by her elbow onto her feet as Wanda pointed to the wall on the far side of the room. The moaning Scarlet Witch had been quivering above her as the platinum blonde had performed her best cunnilingus on the buxom superheroine, and Emily thought that she might have enjoyed hearing the mighty Avenger surrender to climax if she had been allowed to continue tonguing her for just a few tens of seconds longer. Now, the officer’s wife realized, as she was pushed across the room by the tall, muscular orderly, that the tables would soon be turned on her. This realization continued to be at the forefront of her mind as Emily was positioned behind a line on the floor just two steps before and parallel to the wall from which one of the two widescreen monitors hung centered above the line. The significance associated with the turning of those tables, Emily realized all too clearly, was that when she surrendered to climax, Wanda Maximoff would make sure that it was her last ever.

“Center her behind the line facing the monitor on the wall above me, John,” the Scarlet Witch commanded with a sheepish look on her face, and then admonished, “and next time watch the clock better. Mrs. Henson provided clear proof of her husband’s claims about her lesbian liaisons; in two minutes or so she came close to forcing a climax on ME, the supposed castratrix in this melodrama. That would have an awkward moment to say the least.” Wanda grinned as she watched John pull a short length of cord from his pocket, force Emily to cross her wrists behind her back, tie them with the cord, and then spin her around so that she faced the vengeful Colonel and the grinning Avenger.

“Liz, get over there and secure Mrs. Henson’s ankles with her feet a full foot outside shoulder width apart and her toes four inches behind the line,” Wanda Maximoff directed as she tossed the nurse two lengths of cord from a desk drawer and then leaned over to pull the menu for the camera controls up on the desk computer. “There are the usual floor rings that need to be pried up out of recesses in the tile. When you’re done, grab one of Emily’s elbows so that she doesn’t lose her balance. I need John over here to control which camera view is on the monitors after I turn them on.”

A few seconds later, Emily found her right ankle tied and the lovely Oriental nurse dragging it sideways towards the vertically positioned metal ring the platinum blonde hadn’t noticed before it had been pried up. After the same procedure with her left ankle was performed, while the orderly traded elbows to make sure Emily remained upright, the buxom Air Force officer’s wife’s vulva was fully displayed for all to see. Mrs. Henson blushed badly as, after the nurse gripped her other arm, the orderly knelt, made a show of studying her privates with a smirk on his face while the nurse giggled behind her, and then hurried away towards the nearly naked superheroine still standing next to the desk.

“What a naughty boy, John,” Wanda chided softly as she grinned at the tall handsome orderly, before turning back to the desk and asking, “you remember from this morning’s orientation how to select which view to put on the screen and how to focus inward and outward, right?” The auburn-haired Avenger grinned as John nodded, and instructed as she pointed to the computer screen, “Start with the wide shot from the front with this camera. Zoom in when I have her change positions, keeping her whole body viewable on the screen. When I say, switch to this camera and focus inward until you have just more than all of Emily’s vulva and the barrel of my instrument in the shot. When I pull the instrument away, zoom in again until you have just more than her privates on screen. I’ve set the monitors so they are both showing the same view. Got it?

The Scarlet Witch watched as John nodded, picked a remote up off the desk and turned each of the two monitors on to show a frontal view of a nervous looking Mrs. Henson and Liz gripping the buxom blonde’s elbow, and hurried across the room. “I’ve got her, Liz,” Wanda announced as she grabbed Emily’s right upper arm. “Take what you find in the top drawer of the cabinet behind you, and put it on her. Then stand by the wall switches behind Mrs. Henson.”

Emily Henson shivered with a deer-in-headlights look on her face as seconds later the pretty nurse buckled a one-inch wide leather collar around her neck and stepped back to the wall. The military wife felt the Scarlet Witch reach up behind her and grab something projecting from the collar at the left side of her neck, and rotate the collar one-quarter revolution.

“We’re ready now, Liz,” Wanda chirped as she grinned at Emily with contentment flashing from her gold-flecked blue eyes. “Hit the down button on the left set of wall controls. Release the button when it’s waist high.”

Emily bit her lip as a three-and-a-half-foot-long, one-inch-diameter cylindrical metal bar, held parallel to the floor by thin cables at the ends of the bar which extended into small ports in the ceiling, was slowly lowered downward to pass before her face. The Air Force wife frowned as the horizontal bar, which she realized had gone unnoticed as it rested flush against the ceiling the whole time she and her husband had been in the room, stopped moving downward when it reached a position two inches below her belly button and directly above the line on the floor before her feet.

“That should be about right, Liz,” the Scarlet Witch announced with a grin of satisfaction on her face as she watched the platinum blonde beside her stare down past her turgidly tipped swooping C-cups to the thin horizontal bar with apprehension on her face. “Now hit the down button on the middle set of wall controls.”

Emily Henson shivered as she looked up to see a single thin cable with an oval snap-hook clasp at the end of it lower downward from the ceiling nearly directly above her head. As the clasp approached the top of her head, the nearly nude superheroine beside her reached up with her free hand and grabbed it. While the cable continued to spool downward, the buxom blonde felt the long auburn-haired beauty beside her guide the snap-hook clasp down her back, until finally snapping the end of the cable to the center of her wrist ropes.

“Great, Liz!” Wanda Maximoff spat exuberantly as she winked at Emily. “Now you can rewind and use Mrs. Henson’s arms to force her to bend her waist. Once her torso is above the bend-over bar and parallel to the floor, you can stop.”

Emily groaned softly as she felt the cable pull her wrists upward behind her back until her upper arms began to hurt. Then the buxom blonde pushed her wrists outward behind her back to relieve the pressure, forcing herself to bend at the waist. As she felt the big-breasted superheroine step sideways across the line on the floor so that she could maintain her grip on something projecting from the back of the collar Emily now wore, she sensed the sultry Avenger was nodding with satisfaction. The young officer’s wife moaned with frustration as the upward and forward pull on her arms continued until she was staring down at the floor, her turgidly tipped breasts hanging downward.

“Just right!” Wanda Maximoff decreed as she continued to hold the bracket at the back of Mrs. Henson’s bondage collar. “Raise the bend-over bar a half inch so that it’s snug against her belly, Liz. That’s it! Now hit the down button on the right set of control buttons while I get the lower neck ring cable.”

Mrs. Henson watched as the Scarlet Witch reached down, pulled a small, well camouflaged hatch cover out of the tile floor below her, and pulled an oval snap-hook clasp attached to an auto-rewind cable up out of the recess. Emily felt the sultry Avenger snap the clasp to a bracket on the collar below her jaw while continuing to steady her with the bracket on the collar at the back of her neck, allowed the auto-rewind spooler take up the slack, and then tightened a wing-nut to lock the spooler. Then the blonde sensed the buxom beauty beside her reach upward to take yet another snap-hook clasp attached to yet another ceiling cable, which the Oriental nurse had been lowering with the last set of wall controls, and clip it to the bracket on the back of her collar. Without being told, Emily felt Liz hit the up button on the rear neck cable controls until there was tension on the collar from both above and below.

“Excellent!” the Scarlet Witch declared with excitement in her gold-flecked blue eyes. “Mrs. Henson can rock back and forth a bit, both forwards and backwards and side to side, but not enough so that she might lose her balance. Emily, we will see to your body modifications now. Liz, you’ll find a large tray and a small tray in the bottom drawer of the cabinet behind you. Set the small one on the floor under Mrs. Henson’s vulva as a landing pad. Set the large tray atop the cabinet. From the middle drawer, place on the large tray the vibrator, a small ruler, a small pair of surgical scissors, and the small pry bar with the forked end. Oh, and the pair of tweezers, too. Then give me the remaining item in the top drawer.”

Emily gulped at Wanda Maximoff’s announcement that her payment for cheating on her husband was about to begin. The faux blonde shivered for several tens of seconds, which seemed to take an eternity, as she watched the Oriental nurse behind her and to the left set a small three-by-three-inch silver tray on the floor between her legs, and then listened to the almond-eyed girl setting the remainder of the items out as instructed. Finally, Emily heard another cabinet drawer get pulled open, and watched as the slim but buxom Asian beauty passed what looked like a flat metal ‘O’ attached to a wooden handle to the nearly nude superheroine to her right.

Wanda smiled as she watched the shivering Colonel’s wife stare with a dumbfounded look on her pretty face at the Zatanna hoop knife Liz had given her. The smoking hot Avenger held the weapon in her right hand directly under Mrs. Henson’s face as she calmly explained, “The outer edge of the circular blade is blunt. It’s hard to hurt anyone if your wrist accidently slips. The inner edge, however….”

Emily Henson’s trembling increased and her watery blue eyes widened with fear and horror as the sultry superheroine reached under her torso with the strange instrument and positioned the cutout of the ‘O’ under her left boob. As the auburn-haired clinician lifted the blade upward to touch her rib cage, Emily watched the big-breasted Avenger reach under her heaving chest with her left hand, pinch the nipple of her C-cup between her thumb, middle, and index fingers while she pulled gently downward, and then gently slid the ‘O’ forward along her skin until the edge of the blade just barely touched the base of her breast under the drape of her boob. Mrs. Henson thought she might pee herself, then and there, as she whined, “NO…no…not my beautiful boobs! Not yet! You said…. You said you would….”

“Declit you first?” Wanda Maximoff chortled softly as she let the edge of the hoop blade’s cutout remain in contact with the base of the platinum blonde’s downward hanging breast. “That’s still the plan. I just wanted to let you feel how incredibly sharp the inner rim of the hoop knife is. The next time it touches the base of your breast, it won’t linger long enough for you to appreciate the razor-sharpness of the edge.” Wanda knelt and placed the hoop knife on the floor, directly underneath Emily’s face, and then stepped back and then sideways towards the wall.

“Enough of that, Mrs. Henson,” Wanda urged softly as she knelt and deftly and gently parted the apex of the blonde’s labial lips with her thumbs as she peered forward, “it will be more than a handful of moments before you will again be thinking about your beautiful breasts. It’s time to prepare your tender clitoris for its extirpation. Ahhhh! I think the little warrior is beginning to come around to my way of thinking. She’s beginning to think that hiding in her foxhole may not be the wisest course of action. I think it’s time to show her a little encouragement, don’t you, Emily?”

“YYyyyeeeeesss!” Emily Henson heard herself agree in a long drawn-out breath as she felt the tip of Wanda Maximoff’s tongue begin circling the rim of her clitoris. “Make me cum, Scarlet Witch. Make me cum hard…before you take my precious love button…my beautiful breasts…away…from me. YYyyyeeeeesssss! SOOOooooo GOOOOD!” Emily grinned as she felt the foxy Avenger slide her tongue through the furrow of her labial lips and then return the flickering lingua to her clitoris.

The Scarlet Witch smiled as she felt the clitoral glans swell under her oral onslaught, for she felt quite certain that the little love button was already swollen enough to be trapped by the tool she would soon deploy to make it ready for its beheading. All that was left was to get Emily to the edge of climax…a climax that in all probability would be the blonde’s very last ever. To that end, Wanda gently inserted her index and middle fingers into Emily’s vagina and began to probe her digits in and out as she gently sucked with her puckered lips over the blonde’s clitoris.

“OHhhh! OHHHHH! Yes! SOOoooo Good…Scarlet Witch!” Emily gasped as her sex grew wet and her loins were filled with a familiar needful glow. The officer’s wife moaned as the gentle suction was replaced with a swirling tongue, and the finger fucking increased in tempo. “OHhhhhh! GOD that feels sooooo nice, Wanda. A few more seconds and….NOOOoooo!”

“Easy, Mrs. Henson,” the Scarlet Witch urged with a cynical chuckle, “you’ll climax very soon…but not until I have your clitoris stretched out and waving in the wind.” Wanda twisted and opened a small hatch in the wall, just above the tiled floor, and pulled the end of some tubing outward from an auto-retracting spooler reel.

The sultry Avenger grinned as she watched Liz stare with fascination at the clitoridectomy tool that consisted of a six-inch length of three-eighths-inch-inner-diameter soft sticky transparent plastic tubing that was just strong enough to resist the compression from what was obviously a widely stretched green latex elastic band at its very tip—a very tiny version of the elastrator rings Liz had watched the Scarlet Witch use to band male sex organs. Behind the transparent tubing there was a one-inch-diameter two-inch long cylindrical control module that contained an on-off switch at the back and a twistable knob that must function as a rheostat of some sort at the front of the controller. The controller connected at its rear with one-inch diameter firmer black tubing and an electrical wire that ran along the outside of the larger tubing, both of which disappeared into the port in the wall from which Wanda had pulled the self-retracting tubing.

“It’s a pneumatic vacuum extractor,” Wanda Maximoff explained softly as she grinned at Liz. “You just fit the opening at the end of the thinner sticky tubing over the targeted clitoral glans and dial up the vacuum pressure. Once you get a good seal, the malleable little organ is sucked into the barrel of the tube. The stronger the pneumatic suction, the more clitoral shaft gets pulled into the barrel behind the glans. In theory, it should work almost as well as a declitting tube, and it’s a lot easier to explain how it functions. We’ll see how well theory matches reality now. This is this tool’s debut! It was whipped up by Tony Stark especially for this clinic. Let’s go for camera two, John!”

Emily Henson’s blue eyes widened with surprise as the widescreen monitor above her husband was suddenly filled with a close-up view of a vulva; she could tell from the bottom of the well-groomed reddish-brown heart-shaped pubic hair at the top of the screen that the vulva was her own. Emily watched as her husband’s eyes suddenly rose upward from her dangling breasts, and knew he was watching the same vulva on the large widescreen monitor on the wall behind her. The buxom blonde’s shivering heightened to trembling as a muffled rhythmic mechanical sound suddenly erupted from within the wall behind her. Emily had heard Wanda’s explanation to the Oriental nurse of what was about to happen, and knew immediately that the pulsing hum behind her meant that the Scarlet Witch had turned on the pneumatic vacuum extractor, which the buxom Avenger had said would be used to stretch her tender clitoral organ out of its protective cavity.

“EEEeeeeeeppp!” Emily shrilled softly as she felt pressure against the apex of her vulva, followed by moving air on her swollen love button. The officer’s wife watched the high-definition image on the wall monitor above her husband, who sat with a leer on his face staring at the monitor’s twin above and behind her, as crimson-glove-covered fingers carefully adjusted the tip of the transparent tubing over her swollen clitoris in an attempt to get an air seal.

“OOOoooyyy!” the buxom blonde gasped as her trembling increased to quaking as she felt suction on her clitoral glans and watched the tender little button on the screen ‘pop’ forward a fraction of an inch into the transparent tube. Emily moaned at the strange sensation of strong suction on her sexual center.

“Got the little bugger!” the Scarlet Witch proclaimed with obvious jubilation as she continued to explain what she was doing to the comely nurse. “Now all I have to do is dial up the vacuum pressure, one little baby step at a time. That should give Emily an extremely fascinating adventure as she feels her clitoris sucked further and further into the tube. I trust she’ll have fond memories of her declitting…especially this part of it.”

“I’m going to have fond memories of Emily’s declitting too, Scarlet Witch,” Colonel Henson interjected with a chuckle as he glanced down from the monitor to grin at his wife. Then he smiled lewdly at Charlotte as he chortled, “You…receptionist…Charlotte, right? You’re not doing anything useful right now. Kneel in front of my chair and let me play with those huge knockers of yours while we watch my wife take her lumps. Surely you won’t mind letting those huge melons of yours get pampered a bit before you get them hacked off your chest, and your body will help me conceal the boner I’ve already developed, even though the fun is just getting started!”

Wanda Maximoff glared at Colonel Henson and then glanced to Charlotte as the receptionist looked expectantly at her with laughter on her face, before announcing, “It’s up to you, Charlotte. I don’t care either way, but I certainly won’t ask you to do as the Colonel requests. Either way, Mr. Henson, stay quiet for the rest of this session. Just remember we are filming this and your behavior towards your wife while she does as you ask to save her marriage just might end up in the public domain.”

Emily frowned as she watched the huge-breasted black girl in the red and white mini-skirted nurse’s uniform pull the zipper below her chin down to the skirt’s crotch-high hem, revealing her red brassiere and panties as the garment opened. Without a word the Nubian beauty stepped before her husband, and knelt to the floor facing Emily. Charlotte grinned from ear-to-ear as Dirk leaned forward and began kneading her giant breasts through the thin brassiere while grinning, first at his bent over wife and then at the picture on the monitor above her which showed Emily’s sexual center trapped within the vacuum tube.

“OOooohhhuuuuuhhhmm!” Emily Henson gasped softly as the suction at the apex of her vulva abruptly increased in intensity, dragging her burning stare off of the dark-skinned beauty’s massive moneymakers and her husband’s roving hands once again to the image of her own vulva on the monitor above them. Emily moaned softly as she realized her sexual center now looked a bit like the tip of a thin tiny finger as a bit of clitoral shaft had been drawn into the transparent plastic tube behind her swollen clitoral glans.

“Hang in there, Mrs. Henson,” the Scarlet Witch chirped jovially as she stared down at the tender flesh trapped in the transparent tubing, “it will only get more interesting for the next several minutes as I turn up the suction. Stark was supposed to have installed a pneumatic impeder module into the vacuum pump, which would have allowed this device to more closely simulate a declitting tube…you know, the jerky tug and release and tug again sensation…oh that’s right…you don’t know! Never mind! Regardless, you’re going to get a kick out of this; it’s certain to work better than the hand-held syringe-like vacuum extractor that was used to ready me for my one go at being declitted…so far.”

“AAAaaaaUUUHH!” Emily moaned as the strange sensation between her legs again increased and she watched the flesh in the vacuum tube on the monitor ooze outward from the apex of her vulva. “Weird…but…yes…fascinating…Miss Maximoff,” the faux blonde hissed as she tried to take in the strange sensation that seemed to be reaching deeper and deeper below the surface of her sex. “Kind of…erotic…actually! More…please!”

Wanda Maximoff giggled with self-satisfaction as she twisted the rheostat from mid-suction to three-quarter-suction, the last setting still colored in ‘safe to implement’ green, and watched the Colonel’s wife buck above the bend-over bar as the stretching sensation over her sexual center abruptly increased. “Grab, the ruler, Liz,” the sultry Avenger instructed as she grinned at the moaning blonde squirming in her bonds before her. “Stark was also supposed to have installed a new tube barrel with a measurement scale printed on it. He didn’t get to it either, so we’re going to have to measure Emily’s stretched clitoris manually.”

“OOooooohhhHH!” Emily Henson moaned as she watched the clitoris on the monitor, her own clitoris, slowly worm up the transparent tube. The sensation was very strange, but strange in a very erotic sort of way. Emily was finding the stretching sensation as fascinating as the auburn-haired superheroine behind her had promised.

“We’re not going to be satisfied until there is at least three-and-a-half-inches of stretched clitoris in the tube barrel, are we, Mrs. Henson?” the Scarlet Witch chided softly as she watched Liz kneel beside the faux blonde’s left butt cheek while holding the ruler in her right hand. “Then we’ll get at least another half-inch of clitoral shaft out in the open air with the pry bar before we snip your sex life away. That will get a pretty necklace with an inch-long pendant core put on the market. It will also put the severed end of your clitoral shaft deep below the surface of your body, and make sure a wriggling tongue never ever brings you another climax, Emily. The love you’re showing for the Colonel is truly impressive, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

Emily issued a soft mewling moan as she watched her treasured sexual center being dragged ever further up the transparent tube while the buxom Avenger brutally reminded her of the purpose of this strange ritual—a punishment ritual the Air Force wife found herself the center of at the insistence of her brow-beating husband who was fondling another woman’s breasts even as he watched her being readied for a life of forced celibacy. Tears again filled the squirming blonde’s eyes, yet again not quite to overflowing, as she watched a ruler suddenly appear on the monitor screen before her as the movement of flesh up the transparent tube seemed to end.

“Just over three inches,” Wanda Maximoff spat with obvious disappointment as she read the scale on the ruler. “Not good enough, Mrs. Henson!” the sultry Avenger chided softly as she twisted the rheostat to the final ‘full’ setting marked in red.”

“UUUuuuuuurrrggghhh!” Emily Henson gasped loudly as she felt the strangest discomfort she had ever experienced, a discomfort seeming to come from deep within her clitoral cavity. The buxom blonde knew the odd vexation was due to the slow stretching of her sexual center as she watched her tender flesh worm a little further up the transparent tubing. The blonde groaned as the movement ground to a halt yet again, and even she could tell from the ruler on the monitor that the tip of the stretched clitoris was short of Wanda Maximoff’s stated goal.

“Well,” Wanda grumbled softly as she peered closely at the transparent plastic tubing and the ruler beside it while Emily moaned softly in discomfort, “it seems three-and-a-quarter-inches of clitoris is the best the pneumatic vacuum extractor can do, at least with this particular patient, Liz. I’ll just have to work harder with the pry bar, I guess. Pull away the ruler, and then you can either take over holding the controller while I maintain control of the tube tip, or I’ll stay as I am and you can use your fingernail to noose our condemned clitoris’s neck.”

“I’ll put on the executioner’s hood, Miss Wanda,” Liz chirped softly with a sheepish grin on her face as she tossed the ruler back onto the large silver tray. Liz’s grin widened as she slowly and carefully positioned the tip of her index finger against the widely stretched green latex elastic band at the very tip of the transparent tubing and pressed towards the end of the tube.

Emily held her breath and stared unblinkingly at the monitor screen as the sensation of WRONGNESS emanated from the apex of her vulva. The timorous blonde watched intently for what seemed like an eternity as a finger appeared on the screen, and then she heard a SNAP, and felt an abrupt squeeze around her clitoral shaft as the green ring on the screen abruptly popped forward, contracted, and thickened. Emily grunted and coughed! Her clitoris had been noosed, as clinician and nurse had noted, for execution.

“Good job, Liz!” Wanda Maximoff chortled softly as she examined the banded clitoris. “There’s no way that little soldier is going to slip the noose off of her neck and find a way back into her foxhole. What say we see how tall she is?” Wanda grinned as Liz giggled while Emily shivered before them.

Emily Henson heard a soft click followed by the abrupt cessation of the muffled rhythmic mechanical sound that had been coming from the wall behind her. The vivacious blonde watched on the monitor screen as the transparent tubing was pulled away from the stretched clitoral flesh that had been inside it, blinked as the camera zoomed inward for a even closer view of her vulva, and felt a breeze on flesh that had never before felt air.

Emily moaned at the strange sensation, before glancing down to her husband, who was still mauling the grinning black girl’s more than ample bosom with a silly grin on his face as he stared at the other monitor, above her. The bound blonde then refocused her gaze on the monitor to watch her distended clitoral flesh slowly un-stretching while being held out of its natural cavity by the tight green band. Minutes later, Mrs. Henson was wearing a girl penis, waving in the air and waiting for the chop. Emily had been made ready for her declitting!

“Freaking FANTASTIC!” the Scarlet Witch exclaimed jubilantly as she peered with gleaming eyes at the Air Force wife’s vulva. “The pneumatic vacuum extractor worked well enough, I’d say. If Stark doesn’t patent it after adding the pneumatic impeder and new tube barrel with the measurement scale printed on it, I will. There’s three-quarters of an inch of clitoral organ already exposed. After using the pry bar, I may just get to an even inch. First I better check on our patient. If you don’t mind, Liz, why don’t you gently blow on her girl penis to keep her sexually aroused while I do so.”

Wanda giggled as Liz grinned with excitement at the prospect of playing a more active role in the platinum blonde’s ‘treatment’ and nodded. The buxom Avenger quickly stood as the Oriental nurse pushed her head forward and puckered her lips, and stepped sideways to stare into Emily’s watery blue eyes. “Don’t climax from the air on your well-stretched clitoris, Mrs. Henson,” Wanda warned with a mischievous grin on her face, “or there will be a change of plans.”

Emily moaned as she felt warm air bathing her sexual center and watched as the Scarlet Witch bent, picked the hoop knife from the floor, and once again held the debreasting blade before her face. “W…Wha…What change of plans?” the Colonel’s wife asked softly and then moaned again as she felt another long puff of air blowing over her swollen stretched-out clitoris.

“If you orgasm within the next few minutes,” Wanda Maximoff chuckled softly as she pushed the ‘O’ of the knife under Emily’s shivering torso, “I’ll neuter you the traditional way. Breasts first! You may or may not be able to continue climaxing right through your declitting after that. Let’s not find out, right?” The big-breasted superheroine laughed as she watched the blonde’s blue eyes roll upward as she felt Liz blow for a third time over her girl penis. “While you’re being such a trooper, Liz, would you turn the vibrator on and slowly insert it to the hilt into Mrs. Henson’s vagina. Then you’ll probably want to stand…just in case I need the silver tray for a pretty set of C-cups.”

“NNnnnngghhh!” Emily Henson gasped a few seconds later as she felt her vagina deftly filled with an insidiously buzzing dildo, and watched as the Scarlet Witch slowly raised the cutout of the ‘O’ towards her chest. This time the circle of steel surrounded her right dangling breast as the cold metal pressed against her rib cage. “AAUuuuuuggghhh!” the quaking blonde moaned as her loins began to glow with need. “NOOOooo!” Emily gasped softly as the gloved left hand of the sultry Avenger tugged firmly downward on her right nipple and the circular blade slid forward to touch the base of her breast under its drape. “PLEASE…Miss Maximoff…the clitoris first. I want a really big…cum.”

Wanda giggled softly as she left the razor-sharp edge of the blade against the base of the downward tugged breast, and then urged, “Just fight off the urge to climax for another minute, Mrs. Henson. What you feel next will really make you wet, I think.” The Scarlet Witch added just a little forward pressure to the hoop knife handle.

“EEeeeOOYYY! NO…don’t!” Emily shrilled as she felt an itching sensation under her right breast base. “You’re cutting me! Please…I need…a big cum. PLEASE…let me focus on…my clit…first!”

“As you wish, Mrs. Henson,” the Scarlet Witch replied jovially as she winked at Liz. “Just keep fighting climax as long as you can. I wager the drama I just put you through as got you worked up for a really big one too. I’m sure it was scary while it was happening but it will be worth it, I think, Emily.”

Mrs. Henson gasped softly as she watched the buxom Avenger reset the hoop knife on the floor below her face. Emily made a desperate effort to regain her composure. The buxom blonde had been on the edge of disaster; a hairsbreadth away from plunging into climax. Emily grinned sheepishly as Wanda stepped back behind her and again took her knees.

“Good gracious!” Wanda Maximoff exclaimed in amazement as she examined Emily’s vulva. “She’s sopping wet back here. I don’t think we’ve much work ahead of us, Liz. I’ll take the surgical scissors and pry bar now. When we’re done here, you’ll need the large tray as we both step to stand beside Emily’s shoulders so I can finally finish off those pretty moneymakers I’ve been teasing.” Wanda grinned as Liz nodded while she reached for the requested tools.

Emily peered between her legs and watched the lovely nurse pass Wanda two silver-colored objects, before focusing her gaze on the large monitor above her husband’s head. The faux blonde barely noticed that Dirk had Charlotte’s red brassiere down around her waist and was pinching the tips of the black girls’ monster breasts as he stared at the other monitor behind her. Then the Colonel’s wife gasped as she saw a little J-shaped tool, with split forks at the lower end of the ‘J’, pushed under the apex of her vulva by a crimson-gloved hand.

“That’s right, Mrs. Henson,” Wanda chortled softly with a look of concentration on her face, “we’re not yet done stretching your clitoris out of its cavity. I think you’ll find this interesting. I know I did, although I did my best not to show it. Of course it was used on me quite unexpectedly and definitely without my consent.” The buxom Avenger giggled as Emily moaned in obvious need of sexual release, and then leaned forward to increase that need as she gently circled her tongue around the edge of the glans of the girl penis causing the blonde to buck and moan on the verge of ecstasy.

The Scarlet Witch used her left hand to carefully lift the tool under the apex of Emily’s vulva and fit the curved end of the pry bar under the little green latex band that choked the base of her girl penis, and held her clitoris stretched out of its burrow and into open air. Wanda deftly fit the tips of the tool’s twin forks around the base of the faux blonde’s clitoral shaft, making sure one fork was on each side of the stretched clitoral shaft, and gently rotated the long end of the tool downward. At first there was little resistance as more shaft was stretched out of its cavity, but then the tension against Wanda’s fingers became noticeable, while Emily issued mewling moans as she watched the widescreen. The Scarlet Witch giggled softly as she had nearly another inch of female sex organ stretched into open air below the tiny green band, and there was still room to rotate the top of the ‘J’ towards Emily’s belly. Colonel Henson’s wife was almost ready to pay the stiff price for her lesbian liaisons!

Emily Henson moaned softly with a strange mixture of dread and impatience. The buxom blonde quaked with trepidation, despite the fact that the strange sensation she felt at the apex of her vulva brought only discomfort, not pain. Emily also moaned with the vexing ache of being on the edge of climax, yet not quite being able to step over the cliff and plunge into ecstasy. The blue-eyed arm candy found the prospect of having her precious clitoris extirpated horrific, but she would brave any horror to save her marriage and preserve her status as a senior officer’s wife.

Emily heard the Scarlet Witch giggle, and then felt her pull down harder on the handle of the pry bar, and the discomfort the moaning blonde was feeling increased geometrically. While she still wasn’t feeling what she would call pain, Emily’s mind was being sent the message that something was terribly wrong at the apex of her vulva. Mrs. Henson gasped as terror began to overwhelm her. Emily knew her tender organ had reached the limits of its tensile strength and was about to tear!

The Scarlet Witch grinned with anticipation as she carefully fit one blade of the open surgical scissors into the gap between the base of the J-shaped pry bar and the stretched clitoral shaft, and the other blade on the unobstructed side of Mrs. Henson’s tender organ, just above the top of her labial lips. Wanda carefully pushed the blades forward against the top of her vulva until the lower blade gently rested on Emily’s clitoral hood. The Scarlet Witch chuckled as the blonde before her bucked and then issued a fearful groan at the cold steel’s touch. As Wanda carefully squeezed the sharp scissor blades inward, she urged, “Go ahead and climax one last time, Emily. I’m ready to declit you!”

Emily Henson moaned with dreadful anticipation as she felt razor sharp edges close in to touch her, seemingly deep below the surface of her vulva, and then gasped as the sexual glow in her loins began to relentlessly grow. With desperation in her eyes, the buxom blonde stared up to the monitor screen to see what she already knew. The Scarlet Witch had the surgical scissors resting atop her clitoral hood, and closed around her stretched clitoral shaft. Emily moaned as the glow in her loins increased, and she felt a familiar ache in the pit of her stomach as she hung helpless at the edge of bliss. The officer’s wife glanced downward to look at her husband—Dirk was staring up at the screen above her with a dumbfounded look on his face, and the huge-breasted receptionist between his knees clearly forgotten.

Mrs. Henson’s moans became louder and more desperate as she returned her widened eyes to the monitor above her husband, to peer at the sharp blades waiting to snip away her sex life. The buxom blonde desperately WANTED to stave off castration, yet she also desperately NEEDED orgasmic relief. Emily groaned! Mrs. Henson realized there was no hope of outlasting the Scarlet Witch’s patience. With that realization the floodgates holding back ecstasy collapsed.

“OOOOOHHH! AAAAHHHH! UUUUHHHUUUH!” Emily Henson sighed loudly as intense pleasure exploded from her loins and swallowed her id. Emily closed her eyes momentarily as she drowned in ecstasy, before staring wide-eyed at the monitor as she was swallowed by a dire sense of dreadful foreboding. The scissor blades! Wanda Maximoff was ever so slowly pressing them closed!

“EEEEIIiiiihhh! UUUuuuuggghhh! OOOHHHhuuuHHH!!” the Colonel’s wife gasped in agony and horror as she felt the sensation of a red hot poker applied to her sexual center as sharp steel blades on the widescreen monitor closed into her stretched clitoral shaft. A ‘SNAP’ rang through the treatment room over the strident gasps as her clitoral shaft on the vulva side of the now closed scissors whipped back into its cavity. Despite the fiery torment at the apex of her vulva, or perhaps in part because of it, the sound’s coming from Emily’s voice once again screamed of sexual climax while she watched on the monitor as her beheaded pleasure button fell from the apex of her vulva, followed by a barely audible soft wet ‘tap’ between her legs.

“She’s cumming like a freight train, Liz!” Wanda Maximoff chortled gleefully as she dropped the scissors and pry bar onto the floor besides the small tray now holding an inch of severed clitoris still banded by a tiny green ring, and pushed upward to take her feet. “You always cum hard when you know it’s your last climax ever. Let’s debreast Emily quickly, before her orgasm subsides. Hold the tray in your left hand, Liz, I’m going to have you help me with your right.”

Wanda stepped to her right across the line on the floor to stand by Mrs. Henson’s right shoulder, while Liz stepped to her left with the tray in the palm of her hand to take her position next to the gasping and sighing blonde’s left shoulder. The mostly nude Avenger placed her left hand over the collar at the back of Emily’s neck before unclipping the snap-hook clasp from the bracket on the collar under the Air Force officer’s wife’s chin, and allowing the cable leading to the recess in the floor drop to the ground.

While pushing downward with her left hand to prevent the climaxing blonde from lifting her torso, Wanda snatched the hoop knife off the floor. As the sultry superheroine lifted the cutout of the O-shaped blade under Emily’s left breast, she barked, “As soon as I’ve got the blade against her rib cage, tug firmly downward on her nipple, Liz. Be alert! When I’ve finished the slice, the breast will drop downward with surprising momentum despite its relatively light weight. Just rotate your arm as it falls, and keep a firm pinch on the nipple. That way you won’t end up on the blooper reel!”

Emily Henson sighed and gasped as a strange mixture of intense pleasure and terrible pain throbbed from her spasming loins, her vagina still filled with the buzzing vibrator, as she stared at the close-up shot of her vulva on the widescreen monitor before her. There was a strangeness to the high-definition image that the squirming blonde couldn’t quite put her finger on. Then Emily had the epiphany—below the clitoral hood was a small tunnel-like hollow—the clitoral glans that would have protruded from the cavity was gone. The Colonel’s wife moaned as she remembered watching her severed sex life tumbling downward. Emily blushed as she realized that the knowledge that she had just been declitted was actually stoking the fuel for her ongoing orgasm.

The Colonel’s wife groaned in disappointment as the view on the monitor changed and her sopping wet vulva was replaced with a frontal shot of her bent over body. Then the image zoomed inward to frame only her reddened sighing face and her downward hanging C-cups. Emily gasped as her awareness was snatched from the strange sensations bathing her sex to the debreasting blade on the screen rising upward under her left breast. The buxom blonde’s eyes darted downward to verify the picture on the screen was real. There was the crimson-gloved hand on the wooden handle lifting the circular cutout of the hoop blade upward!

Emily groaned with trepidation as she watched the Oriental nurse reach under her with her right hand, and watched and felt as the hand tugged firmly downward on her turgid left nipple to distend her left breast downward. The shivering blonde bucked as cold steel pressed against her ribcage, and she felt the Scarlet Witch push firmly downward on the back of her neck in response. Somewhere, seemingly in the distance, Emily heard Wanda Maximoff urge emphatically, “Keep concentrating on your climax, Mrs. Henson. I’m going to do your girls quickly but carefully.”

Emily Henson watched the Scarlet Witch’s arm muscles tense and then felt sharp steel under the drape of her left C-cup. The bucking blonde took a deep breath and held it, and glanced up to watch her husband, the bodacious black girl having been shoved to the side and sitting on the floor, shivering with anticipation as his eyes shot from Emily herself to the screen above her and then back again in a repeating cycle that probably took seconds to complete, but seemed to take an eternity. The lower base of Emily’s distended breast suddenly began to itch, and then she felt burning pain and heard the Scarlet Witch grunt. Mrs. Henson moaned remorsefully as she realized her skin had been cut! The sharp edge of the ‘O’ surrounding her boob was beginning to be buried into her breast tissue!

Emily moaned again, this time in fear mixed with surprise. The Colonel’s wife could feel wetness on her lower breast. She was bleeding! Emily hoped not too badly. Then the sighing and moaning and groaning blonde saw the Scarlet Witch’s lower arm muscle bulge. Wanda was being forced to push harder as the circumference of the flesh the hoop knife was being pushed into widened. As burning pain became barely bearable agony, Emily knew steel must now be buried quite deeply into the base of her beautiful left boob. Mrs. Henson choked off a pain-filled gasp, before moaning with a strange mixture of horror and erotic pleasure. The glow of orgasm still causing her vagina to spasm was actually intensifying, being fed by the painful sensations accompanying the ongoing mastectomy.

Emily Henson glanced up to the Scarlet Witch, and saw a face filled with intense concentration as she fought the keep the circular blade parallel to her patient’s ribcage. The stunningly beautiful face was filled with something else too—jubilation! The faux blonde’s eyes flashed to the face of the nurse beside her—Liz’s face was filled with fascination and, yes, jealousy! Emily heard herself issue another gasp of pain, and then a low moan that screamed her misery. The pain had become excruciating as the central core of her breast was separating from her chest.

Mrs. Henson’s eyes darted up to the monitor screen—she could see the nasty cuts extending two-thirds of the way up the perimeter of her breast base widen and close, providing evidence that her boob was becoming looser on her chest. Emily glanced to her husband—Dirk’s face was filled with righteous retribution and, yes, loving concern. The blonde’s eyes darted back to Wanda’s arm—the hand looked more relaxed and the muscles less tensed indicating the buxom Avenger was being able to force the circular blade upward through the base of her breast with less effort.

“HUH!” Emily Henson gasped with astonishment as her left breast felt REALLY weird! Emily’s eyes shot back up to the monitor screen, and she watched the skin at the apex of her left breast bulge. “OHHHH! UUUUUHHHH! UUUHHUUUHHH!” the blonde sighed in orgasm as she watched the breast on the screen come free of her chest, drop downward, and cause the Oriental nurse to flip her hand around and pinch firmer as she halted the fall and held the severed boob by its nipple in mid air.

Emily, gasping in pain and pleasure, forced her eyes from the monitor to look downward at the upside down dangling breast below her chest and the bloody hoop knife below her face, and then watched as Liz lifted the severed boob and set it on the silver tray. “That was…surprisingly…interesting…almost fun,” Mrs. Henson hissed as she enjoyed agony and ecstasy glowing in her loins and burning pain emanating from her chest. “Do the…other…one!”

Mrs. Henson blushed at her unlikely request and then watched with intense interest as Wanda Maximoff slid the blood streaked hoop blade under her right breast, and then lifted the center of the ‘O’ shaped cutout until steel surrounded the dangling mammary. Emily grinned a twisted grin as she watched the Oriental beauty reach under her body, and under the debreasting blade, to tug firmly downward on her turgid right nipple. The one-breasted blonde shivered as cold steel again touched her ribcage and began to slide head-ward under her bent-over torso.

Emily Henson watched the brief pause in that forward slide as she felt a razor-sharp edge come into contact with the hip-ward base of her dangling boob, she felt the itch that came with the first parting of skin, saw the Scarlet Witch tense her arm muscles, and then felt the itch morph into burning pain. That this was all happening was crystal clear to the Air Force officer’s wife, despite the agony emanating from her chest where her left breast had hung, the white hot poker burning at the apex of her vulva, and a wonderful climax that suddenly seemed to be subsiding despite the buzzing vibrator in her vagina.

Emily gasped! The burning pain began to grow to searing agony as the sharp edge of the O-shaped blade started parting breast tissue in earnest. Her brain was getting the message that her body wasn’t at all happy about the ongoing amputation. The faux blonde let out a long drawn out hiss as she fought against drowning in that agony! The crimson-clad arm muscle bulged and the pain became excruciating. Emily could tell that she was cut quite badly now, and could feel warm blood on the bottom of her right breast, but dared not look at either the breast or the monitor screen to see how deep the blade had reached.

Somewhere, seemingly from a faraway place, Emily hear Wanda Maximoff urge, “Hold on, Mrs. Henson! The pain should slowly become more bearable. I think I’ve severed the nerve-rich core of your breast now. In another ten or fifteen seconds you’ll be a breastless woman.”

Emily’s eyes flashed up to the monitor screen at the Scarlet Witch’s sordid proclamation. Mrs. Henson gasped as she saw the one-breasted torso with a horrid wound on one side and silver metal buried deeply in the remaining, distended C-cup on the other. The shivering blonde watched as the wound around the solo breast widened and closed as ‘O’ on the forward side of the sliding blade began to grow while the amount of intact skin hip-ward of the apex of the breast diminished. Then Emily watched the skin at the apex of the appendage bulge and part, as the breast balloon was finally popped!

“OOOOHHH! OOOOHHHH! OOOOHHYYEEAAHHhhh!” burst from Mrs. Henson’s lungs as she watched conical flesh drop away from a breastless torso. Emily climaxed hard as she watched her precious moneymaker drop and flip and hang in air as the foxy Oriental nurse pinched its nipple. The breastless blonde continued to orgasm as she watched Liz set the severed boob on the silver tray alongside its sister.

Emily Henson grinned sheepishly as she felt the Scarlet Witch’s hand leave the back of the bondage collar around her neck, and raised up to stand straight and tall. The Colonel’s wife had paid for her lesbian liaisons as the Colonel had demanded. Emily had been debreasted, right after she had been declitted, and the glow in her loins and the grin on her face was clear evidence that she had enjoyed what was supposed to have been the harshest of punishments.

“Set the tray on the floor in front of her, and get her feet untied, Liz,” Wanda Maximoff instructed tersely as she stared into Emily’s blue eyes while she unclipped the ceiling rope from the back of the bondage collar. Watching Liz set down the tray and reach for Mrs. Henson’s left ankle, Wanda deftly slid the vibrator out of her patient’s sopping wet vagina and turned it off, before beginning to work on the breastless blonde’s wrist ropes. Soon, a gasping and shivering Air Force officer’s wife was standing unfettered and watching the Scarlet Witch setting a small tray with a severed clitoris on it on a larger tray holding two severed breasts.

“Do you have your senses about you, Mrs. Henson,” Wanda asked softly with a mixture of concern and glee on her face. The buxom Avenger watched the breastless blonde nod as she stared forlornly with watery eyes at her forfeit assets sitting on the floor before her. “Good! Now, pick up that tray and take it to Colonel Henson. Have him hold my breast skins and necklace pendant core for me. The Colonel can take one last look at the beautiful girl parts he will never ever get to play with again, while you Emily get your wounds treated by Dr. Cummings. I must say, Mrs. Henson, that I am quite impressed with the way you handled yourself through all of that painful yet interesting fun. Despite the frequent tearing of your eyes, you never cried, and your makeup doesn’t even need to be retouched. Well done!”

Emily Henson glowed with pride as she picked up the silver tray loaded with her sexy bits, and stepped forward with a straight back and squared shoulders to stand before her husband, the proud Colonel. Emily didn’t say a word as she held out the tray with a smile on her face, and watched her flabbergasted husband accept temporary custody of their sex life together. The breastless blonde winked at the huge-breasted black girl still sitting, discarded, on the floor, before marching to the far corner of the room where the diminutive doctor stood impatiently waiting to get Emily’s wounds treated and bandaged.

After wiping blood from the officer’s wife’s chest, Carla used a small handheld laser to cauterize a few leaking blood vessels on Emily’s chest wounds, while Liz used an eyedropper to squirt a mixture of antiseptic and anesthetic into the faux blonde’s clitoral cavity. Liz then placed a very small circular bandage over the vulva wound to seal in the liquid, while Carla sprayed the chest wounds with the same mixture of antiseptic and anesthetic. Liz then went to the room’s largest storage cabinet and remove two large stasis boxes and one of the smallest ones, while Carla bandaged Emily’s chest wounds and handed her a prescription for the much needed pain medication.

“Come here, Mrs. Henson,” the Scarlet Witch commanded from her position behind the debreasting station floor line where she had been supervising John and Charlotte in the restoration of the clinic equipment and paraphernalia to the appropriate cabinet drawers, including the bondage collar she herself had unbuckled from the Colonel’s wife’s neck, or their proper floor or wall recess. “Now that your wounds have been treated, it is time for your husband to bring me my breast skins and necklace pendant core. I’m going to have you box them for me, Emily.”

Emily Henson blinked with astonishment on her face before shrugging and hurrying across the room to stand beside Wanda’s right side. Liz, carrying the three boxes, joined the clinician and patient to stand to the left of the buxom superheroine, while Charlotte and John moved off to the side of the room. Meanwhile, Colonel Henson sat in his chair staring at his wife’s extirpated clitoris and severed C-cups with a quirky smile on his face.

“Bring me my property, Colonel Henson!” Wanda Maximoff demanded with a stern look on her face and her hands on her hips. The nearly naked Avenger nodded as the Colonel stood and marched across the room carrying the tray to stand before Wanda.

As Liz passed her the small stasis box, Wanda instructed calmly, “Mrs. Henson, use the tweezers on the large tray to lift the severed clitoris, formerly your clitoris, from the small tray between the breasts, and transfer that which will become some other woman’s necklace pendant core to the box I am now holding open.” The Scarlet Witch flashed a smile of encouragement at a shivering Colonel’s wife as she, with shaking hands used the tweezers to grab the tiny green band still around the shaft of the severed clitoris and transfer the tiny organ to the box Wanda held open.

As Emily dropped the snippet of flesh into the box, Wanda chided softly, “Here lies your clitoris, Mrs. Henson. With your own words, you have described it, the key to your troublesome libido, as the source of your marital problems. It, and, hopefully, those problems have been terminated, as, most likely, has been your ability to reach sexual climax.” The Scarlet Witch allowed a gleeful smile to form on her face as she snapped the small box closed.

As Liz handed her one of the large boxes and took the small box, Wanda, the glee replaced with a look of encouragement, instructed, “Pick up the nearest severed breast by the nipple, that was your right breast, and place it in the box I now hold open, Mrs. Henson. That’s it! Place what will become some other woman’s makeup bag in the box, Emily.” Once the severed breast was in the box, the Scarlet Witch chirped with the grin back again, “Never again will you tease man and woman alike with your bountiful bumps nearly visible under translucent cloth, Mrs. Henson.” Wanda snapped the box closed.

“Hand your wife the tray, Colonel,” Wanda Maximoff commanded firmly as she frowned at the Air Force officer and traded the full stasis box to Liz for an empty one. The auburn-haired beauty nodded as Dirk complied, and then instructed, “Now, Colonel Henson, you pick up the remaining breast by its nipple, and transfer it to the box I now hold open. Do so knowing that if YOU honor your marriage vows, it will be the last time you touch a woman’s breast. At least until one day you briefly touch mine…just before I take your sex life from you just as you had me take your wife’s sex life from her.” Wanda giggled as an obviously perturbed Colonel dropped the breast in the open box while she giggled. “Thank you, Dirk. Yet another female stranger will no doubt enjoy the makeup bag made from this breast, one of a pair you once enjoyed flaunting on the chest of your arm candy.”

“I’ll take the tray now, Emily,” Wanda chirped with a friendly smile on her face as she turned away from the red-faced Colonel and dropped the full box on the tray. “You were an amazing patient. I’m sorry for teasing you here and there. I do hope you enjoyed your body modification experience.”

“I did, actually, although it hurts like hell!” Emily Henson replied with a giggle as she passed Wanda the tray, which Liz then added the other two full boxes to. “I’ll definitely recommend it to my friends.”

“Excellent, I’ll be back in Salt Lake City this time next year,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a chuckle as she passed the loaded tray to Liz. “What say we get dressed now? I’d hate for either of us to catch a cold.” Wanda grinned as Emily giggled.

Soon, Emily Henson was again dressed in her lovely black translucent evening gown, the outer margins of her white breast bandages obvious underneath the loose and sagging chest of the bodice. Emily laughed as she watched a re-costumed Scarlet Witch toss her expensive frilly black brassiere into the trashcan next to the desk, and shrugged her shoulders, before turning to her husband and chirping, “Come on, Dirk, let’s hit the Officer’s Club. I could use a drink after all the drama, and we both want to show off my chest bandages. Thanks for the fine service, Miss Maximoff. Tell Wanda au revoir, Dirk. You’ll be seeing her again in two or three years!”

Wanda Maximoff roared with laughter as a very pallid Colonel Henson followed his clitless and breastless arm candy out the door.

To be continued?

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