Girls’ Night Out—Foxhunt Frenzy

by Scarlet

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and sexual violence (c, nc, MF, FF), and snuff. It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
Credits: This story is based on a story idea suggested by The Sexecutor. The Wasp and Scarlet Witch (and other Avengers) (Marvel Enterprises), Invisible Woman and Mister Fantastic (Marvel Enterprises), and Huntress (DC Comics) are Trademarked characters used in this not-for-profit fan-fiction; no Trademark infringement is intended. Background material on how the 41^st Century came to be the way it is in this story, and how our 21^st Century heroines learned of and began visiting this future time is presented in Chapter 1 of “Girls’ Night Out” and Chapter 1 of “Club X:Girls’ Night Out.” Click on images to enlarge.

Prologue 1. Boys Tag Along Aftermath

It was 11:30 a.m. the next (Saturday) morning, when Wanda Maximoff, better known as the Scarlet Witch, finally wandered out of her bedroom and went downstairs to find something to eat in the Avengers’ Mansion kitchen. Janet Van Dyne, whose nom de guerre was the Wasp, was there eating ice cream, an unusual event for so early in the day, unless, of course, she had something to celebrate. “Hi Janet,” Wanda chirped happily, “do you have something to tell me? You’re looking awfully chipper, assuming you and Hank did what I think you did last night.”

“I do have something to tell you, Wanda,” Janet said while grinning broadly, “but it has nothing at all to do with my having anal sex with my husband for the very first time last night. Nor can I say that giving my near virginal back door to my husband has placated his displeasure at having learned of my 41^st Century cuckolding in front of his friends. I heard him whispering with Hawkeye this morning about setting something up at Patch’s…something that I’m assuming is going to involve me and a bunch of biker types with their pants around their ankles. Oh well, I’ll worry about the threatened gangbang later. Dinah called!”

“Oh, and what did our ever delightful Black Canary have to say?” Wanda asked cheerfully, seemingly unconcerned about the sordid abuse her best friend might be facing, as she poured a bowl of cereal.

“Dinah said she lucked out and caught Mary Marvel in the Justice League break room, just as she and Oliver got back to the satellite last night,” Janet replied before returning her attention to her ice cream bowl.

“So, are you going to make me pry the sordid little details from you,” Wanda grumbled softly as she added milk to the cereal. “Did Dinah get Mary to have a ménage a trois with herself and that brute, Oliver Queen? Was Mary a virgin as our Justice League friends assumed…and now isn’t?”

“Yes, Wanda, she and Oliver bedded Mary,” Janet replied with a wicked grin on her face. “Dinah said Mary jumped at the chance to get laid for her very first time. That brute, as you described Oliver, popped Mary’s cherry but good. Unfortunately for our rather self-centered Green Arrow, after the deed was done, and Mary had gone back home to Fawcett City where she used the magic word to revert into her teenage civilian identity, her twin brother, Billy, discovered the blood from her torn hymen. It seems even Mary Marvel can only be de-virginized once. Billy, who wasn’t pleased at all, Shazamed into the ‘big red cheese’ and confronted Green Arrow about the affair. I’m afraid Oliver is laid up with two broken arms and a rather tender scrotum!”

“Oh, darn!” Wanda whined facetiously. “I hate to see selfish brutes get their comeuppance! What about Wonder Woman?”

“The Princess didn’t return to the Justice League satellite,” Janet chirped as she giggled at Wanda’s reaction to her news. “Dinah’s going to trans-mat down to Themyscira with Diana’s costume and lasso later today. She said she’d call if she had an update. What about you? If I’ve got you pegged right, I’d guess you’re really bummed to find out Bill Jennings has been conspiring against us with Doctor Doom.”

“Not really,” Wanda replied as she shrugged her shoulders. “Bill WAS less friendly toward us last night, so obviously something has affected his attitude since our afternoon in the Final Fantasy dairy. However, after he and young Barbara Wright visit Club X tonight, I think we’ll have a great opportunity to get Bill to see things our way…not that anything will ever get him to stop trying to collect our meat.”

“What’s going to happen at Club X to put Bill back on our team, Wanda?” Janet asked with obvious interest.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow morning over coffee with Sue at that outdoor café near the Baxter Building,” Wanda replied with a chuckle as Janet began to frown. “I’m not teasing. You know how time passes at exactly the same pace as we journey to and from the 41^st Century. That means what will happen at Club X still hasn’t happened yet, if, you know, we were to zip back to Bill’s time zone in the time-ship. I think I better wait to make sure the time line as I see it in my mind’s eye doesn’t change.”

“We’re having coffee tomorrow with Sue?” Janet asked with widened eyes. “You’ve talked to her on the phone? How are she and Reed getting along, and is my husband in danger of getting Green Arrow’s treatment?”

“They seem to be getting along marvelously well, considering the circumstances, Janet,” Wanda replied with a twinkle in her eye. “Reed seems to have quickly looked past Sue’s performing fellatio on Hank, in order to explore the benefits of a less monogamous lifestyle. She’s talked Reed into holding off on having the Fantastic Foursome for a few days, but it seems he brought up Hank’s offer to have you return the fellatio favor to Mister Fantastic.”

“In a New York second, but only if he spills the beans on that second blocked time zone,” Janet replied with a wicked grin on her face.

“Sue reminded Reed of that condition, Janet,” Wanda replied with a chuckle. “It seems Reed is telling Sue the story of his and Johnny’s stopover in the 44^th Century a little at a time. It seems that time period is home to a society where all men are slaves to women, and very few men are allowed to keep their penises and testicles.”

“Reed was right,” Janet chortled with gleeful excitement, “it sounds like the exact reverse of the 41^st Century male utopia. We just HAVE to give it a visit. What else did Reed say?”

“I’ve nothing more for you on that subject, Janet,” Wanda replied as she laughed. “You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. Sue did say that Reed is probing her for information on what Final Fantasy is like. Sue thinks Reed is going to demand that we let him come with us the next time we do a girls’ night out to Bill’s fine establishment. She said we better have the conditions for such a visit at the ready, and to back her up in refusing to let Johnny come along. Now, I think I’ll take my cereal bowl and go hide…just in case Captain America does put the blame on me for the other Avengers having to put up with his double guillotine teambuilding exercise!”

Janet Van Dyne groaned as Wanda hurried away. Waiting for coffee with Sue wasn’t going to be easy!

“Alright, let’s get the Justice League out of the way first,” Janet Van Dyne declared immediately after the mocha lattes had been delivered to their table. “Dinah said Wonder Woman was still in the Themyscira mud pits when she got there, so far unsuccessful in convincing the goddess Gaea to magically restore her pilfered clitoris, and that Queen Hippolyta had taken the Princess’s costume and lasso, but wouldn’t let Dinah visit Diana. Her majesty told Dinah that Princess Diana would return to man’s world Tuesday, with or without Gaea’s blessing, to fulfill some promise to some charity. Dinah said that, if anyone has noticed Wonder Woman and Zatanna’s absences, they aren’t asking Oliver and her about it. Finally, Dinah said she told the Huntress to contact Wanda if she was looking for an extremely exciting but potentially fatal adventure.”

“Helena called me this morning,” Wanda Maximoff acknowledged with a nod as Sue and Janet sipped their hot drinks. “The Huntress seemed very excited at the prospect of being hunted by men, especially considering the premise that we foxes will be trying to do more than survive the hunt. Helena roared with laughter when I told her we were going to turn the tables on the hunters and either castrate or completely unman them. Once she heard she’d have that kind of fun, Captain America’s mandatory teambuilding exercise seemed to be an unimportant detail. The Huntress doesn’t rely on metahuman powers, so I think she’s a perfect choice. I hope you both agree, because I took the liberty of inviting her to the foxhunt.”

“Good call, Wanda!” Janet replied with a giggle, before adding, “So if Sue concurs, let’s hear about the 44^th Century time zone!”

“You do have a way of getting right to the point when you want to, don’t you, Janet?” Sue Richards, better known as the Invisible Woman, chided with a sheepish grin on her face. “Yes, the Huntress is a great fit for the foxhunt, Wanda. Now, I don’t have many details, Janet, because Reed and Johnny were only there for minutes.”

Sue took a deep breath as she realized both Wanda and Janet were giving her their full attention and, explained, “The 44^th Century is a female utopia that is the direct opposite of the 41^st Century. Women run the government, and the female population is carefully controlled to match the available resources. Men, on the other hand are raised to serve as slave labor, servants, or breeders. Breeders are highly valued, for both reproduction and recreational sex, and are allowed to keep their male organs for as long as it suits their female owners. The percentage of breeders to non-breeders for any particular generation is high when the males are young, but gradually diminishes to zero with age. Many non-breeders are gelded at puberty, and their testicles, eggs as the locals call them, are considered a culinary delicacy. Naturally, when a female owner decides a breeder is used up, his confiscated assets end up in someone’s pantry.”

“As I said, Reed and Johnny were only there for a short time,” Sue continued with a giggle as she saw she had the other girls’ rapt attention. “Reed said the first thing that alarmed them was the sight of naked men being led around by clothed women…led around by leashes attached to their scrotums and their hands cuffed behind their backs…and that many of the women had multiple males in tow. Then they noticed that some of the men were being led into what was obviously a restaurant offering fresh, choose-for-yourself eggs, and that the men being led out of the restaurant, now with leashes around neck collars, were mostly distraught and possessing empty scrotums and, frequently, penis stumps.”

“Naturally, Reed and Johnny ducked into an alley beside a building that looked like a saloon to hide,” Sue announced with a grin as she noticed Janet quivering with excitement, “but not before noticing that the males being led into the saloon consisted only of the most well-endowed specimens. They found themselves looking trough a dusty window into the saloon. What they saw horrified Reed! Periodically a male was forced to straddle a sort of thin railing with holes at various points in the plank-like structure’s center; the holes of course were for the male’s sex organs to dangle through. The railing rose upward and outward from the straddling male at a forty-five degree angle, leaving both his gonads and behind vulnerable.”

Reed said that, in the short time they were in the alley, they watched some males get whipped in that position,” Sue continued while chuckling as Janet began bouncing in her chair. “They watched some of the straddling males get their privates pounded to pulp by women swinging upward with large wooden hammers. They also watched more than a few straddling males getting fellated until climax, nearly always by a female they assumed to be the male’s owner, and sometimes while one of the other male breeders was either allowed or forced to sodomize him. When the straddling male ejaculated, the female hit a button on the side of the railing, and sat back while a guillotine blade slid down the underside of the tilted railing from the ceiling to separate the male from his sex organs!”

“Evidently, Reed and Johnny saw quite a number of males unmanned before they were spotted by several females, who immediately began hollering something about escapees,” Sue concluded with a sheepish grin on her face. “Reed says he’s quite sure he and Johnny would have been caught and unmanned, if not for their powers. I think he found what he saw horrifying, but also found the thought of that happening to him to be somewhat…erotic. I think that is why he was so quick to volunteer himself as part of you Avengers’ teambuilding exercise!”

“Wow!” Janet spat with enormous fervor. “We’ve just got to go there! Sue, Wanda said you mentioned Reed was hinting about our taking him with us to Final Fantasy, and that we should have our conditions for his tagging along on our girls’ night out ready when he finally gets past the hinting stage. Is that true?”

“True, but outdated, Janet,” Sue replied with a sheepish grin on her face. “Reed’s already asked, and then told me the story I just related to you, because he knew that would be one of the conditions for letting him come with us to a debreasting booth nightclub. I told Reed he’d have to ask you, Wanda. Sorry for copping out!”

“Well, obviously we’ll tell Reed he has to agree to play a used-up breeder on female utopia world and let us nullify him before he gets to go to male utopia world to watch us girls do our debreasting booth stints!” Janet chortled gleefully before taking another sip of mocha latte.

“Janet!” Sue spat with obvious discomposure. “That’s my beloved husband you are talking about. There’s no US proceeding the word nullify, and I’m not going to drag him around by his testicles without his having company.”

“Fine, Sue, Hank wants to go back to Final Fantasy,” Janet replied with great insistence. “We’ll both drag our husbands around girls’ world by their gonads until they don’t have any, and then lead them back home by the collars they’ll be wearing. Metahuman power inhibitor collars so that Giant-Man and Mister Fantastic are as helpless as any other man with their hands manacled around their backs. Wanda will get to watch…unless we can find her a stud to un-stud. Maybe you could bring Pietro, Wanda! Quicksilver seems like a horny enough twerp to be willing to take the chop for the chance to watch us…especially you…getting debreasted.”

“I am not taking my twin brother, Janet,” Wanda Maximoff spat back with obvious disdain. “That would be like Sue letting the Human Torch watch her getting her breast balloons popped. Sue, would you really be willing to make Reed agree to let us take him to male slave world as one of the conditions for his going to Final Fantasy…even if there were three or four of us girls towing males willing to accept nullification in hopes that it will only be a temporary condition?”

“Yes, if he agreed to go to that time zone knowing full well what I would be doing to him while he was there,” Sue said with a thoughtful look on her face after a brief pause. “It sounds like you think you can come up with another pair of used-up breeders and a female owner. Who do you have in mind? By the way, given Bill Jennings association with Doctor Doom, don’t you think we should steer clear of Final Fantasy? Maybe we should try another debreasting booth nightclub on our next recreational girls’ night out?”

“Recreational…as opposed to the girls’ nights out starting a revolution?” Janet interjected with a grin on her face.

“I have a feeling that we’ll be getting plenty of requests from both genders to tag along on our girls’ nights out once the word regarding our time travel escapades starts getting out,” Wanda announced with a sheepish grin on her face, “including a few boys willing to pay the stiff price for a seat in the time-ship. It was never going to stay a secret forever once more than four of us were involved. However, I’m going to have a condition of my own for both Reed and Hank, if they want to join us in a debreasting booth nightclub. Don’t worry! It’s nothing sordid or dangerous. One last thing, tell Reed to be mum about the male-on-male sodomy you said he saw! That would scare a lot of potential nullos away. As for Bill Jennings, I’m sure he’s now sympathetic to our cause, and I believe he can deal even with the likes of Victor von Doom.”

“That’s right!” Janet chirped excitedly. “You said you would tell us what happened between Bill and the jailbait blonde, Barbara Wright. Well, Wanda, out with it! What did you see in your vision of her time line?”

“Disaster due to cheating and deceit,” Wanda replied in a soft sorrowful tone. “Barbara bravely took her share of punctures to her breasts during the opening Dart Game at Club X, making it to the second to final round. Despite her young age, she performed sex for Bill and a handful of other men eagerly and with surprising skill during the social hour. During truth or dare she took the public masturbation challenge and, unlike myself, avoided getting her vulva whipped. Bill also had her enter the orgasm aversion challenge for several rounds of bidding, to test her nerve, given the dare for not telling the truth was docking, which he had demonstrated to Barbara’s class while we were at the Final Fantasy dairy.”

“Bill, pretty happy I think by that point with his young bride to be,” Wanda continued with a strange look on her face, “naturally entered Barbara into the relatively low-risk ‘Spin the Bottle’ death game. Barbara’s number came up, and she was one of the eight sows on her tippy toes at the end of a drop plank with a thick noose around her neck watching the dice roll that would determine how long one girl would hang. Two one’s and a two came up, and any 41^st Century girl can survive hanging for four minutes. The spinner was activated to pick which girl would hang, and then, suddenly, all eight drop planks fell out from under sows’ feet. They just left all eight sows kicking at the end of their ropes while they set up the next death game. Their chapter was hosting the state convention, remember. I guess they decided to get an early start on collecting the prodigious amount of meat they’re roasting right now in the 41^st Century. For once, I’m pretty sure Bill Jennings is not happy about helping make a girl meat!”

“Yes, if Bill really is the champion for fairness he sounded like in the dairy,” Sue observed softly with tears in her eyes, “he must be furious right now. Let’s let him simmer, and see how he behaves during our next visit to the Final Fantasy dairy. If your powers have worked correctly, Bill will surely show signs of disgust with 41^st Century society as he teaches his daughter’s high school home economics class field trip. Then, maybe you can approach him about it during dinner, Wanda.”

“Assuming my powers ARE working correctly, Sue?” Wanda prodded gently with a sheepish grin on her face as she drained the last of her latte. “If my mind’s eye isn’t revealing my personal timeline clearly, there’s no guarantee we’ll make that second visit to the Final Fantasy dairy. We’ve got a foxhunt to participate in! A little over a week from now we’re going to be the hunted foxes! Jason Carlson said, on average, seventy percent of us foxes will end up meat. I’m thinking we better get plenty of exercise, as well as lots of rest and nutritious food. Let’s get going, Janet! Cap has me doing some public event a few hours from now, and another one this Tuesday. I am in the doghouse for sure! See you and Reed at Avengers’ Mansion the Wednesday afternoon before foxes-get-kidnapped-into-the-hunt night, Sue.”

“Will do, Wanda,” Sue replied with a sheepish smile on her face as the two Avengers stood. “Janet, I’m afraid I’ll be seeing you sooner. Reed and Hank are taking us out to a nightclub Tuesday evening. Hank will be going home early…alone.”

“Why in the heck would he do…oh…OH!” Janet spat softly and then nodded with a wry grin on her face. “Okay, Mrs. Richards. I’ll be happy to make your husband forget my husband’s transgressions with you…as long you’re happy with me making him happy…if you catch my drift.”

“I’ll be there, Janet…presumably JUST to watch you perform your world famous fellatio,” Sue clarified in a quivering voice as she blushed beet red. “The nerd seems to think I consider watching him getting pleasured by another woman punishment for cuckholding him. Unfortunately, he’s not going to leave it at that. He’s telling Ben and Johnny about his plans for Wednesday evening right now. Yeah…the Thing and the Human Torch are just learning about the Fantastic Foursome that the Invisible Woman is going to be the lynchpin to. I’m going to die with embarrassment at all the teasing I’m going to get when I walk back across the street and finish my elevator ride.”

Wanda giggled loudly as she heard Janet call back as they hurried away, “That does sound like a sticky wicket, Invisible Woman, but I’m not sure how I can help other than to give you some sage advice I heard in a 41^st Century dairy. When a male asks you to volunteer for something, you raise your hand, grin, and make the best of it. Besides, once you get past the teasing and actually start having group sex, you’ll probably have a ball!”

Prologue 2. The Day After Disaster

“What a nightmare!” 26-year-old Sue Richards declared softly the following Thursday with a look of sheepish disconcertment on her face as she nodded to the other three girls sitting at the booth table in a corner at the back of the poorly lit bar. “Stripped naked, breast milked, and then debreasted with the world watching on a live broadcast that overrode every cable network’s ongoing programs throughout the world.” The 5-foot-6-inch-tall 120-pound blue-eyed blonde with shoulder-length hair took a sip of wine as she glanced nervously around to see if her light blue and white Fantastic Four uniform was drawing any attention to their table.

“It’s worse than that, Sue!” 27-year-old Janet Van Dyne grumbled softly with a smirk on her face. “It was a freaking disaster! Now that everyone has seen us getting debreasted, none of the guys are going to be willing to take a journey to female utopia in exchange for the opportunity to join us girls at Final Fantasy in male utopia. Our cock and ball bait is worthless!” The 5-foot-4-inch-tall 110-pound blue-eyed heiress with shoulder-length auburn hair dressed in her dark blue and red Wasp costume grinned wryly as she watched her crude declaration cause the Invisible Woman to blush badly while the other two girls listened more stoically.

“Stop being both vulgar and insensitive, Janet,” 21-year-old Wanda Maximoff chided softly with disapproval on her lovely face but laughter in her gold-flecked blue eyes. “Arcade’s exhibition may not be troubling you as much as Sue, seeing as your husband, Hank, had already seen your C-cups get demolished just a few days ago. Reed saw her take the chop for his first time on live television.” The 5-foot-7-inch 130-pound Avenger with long auburn hair was dressed in one of her more conservative Scarlet Witch ensembles; this one consisted of a rose-colored body stocking over which she wore a leotard, calf-high boots, and long fashion cloves which were all crimson in color. The costume was completed by the long cloak, which presently hung from a coat rack at the front of the bar, and the M-shaped headdress around the top of her forehead, both crimson in color.

Wanda paused to drink from her ale glass before continuing with a sheepish grin on her face, “You were also being insensitive to the fact that Helena’s debreasting at the hands of Arcade was her first debreasting experience; forced on her completely against her wishes and without any knowledge of our possession of technology that could undo the double mastectomy. I admire the courage you are exhibiting by being here tonight, Helena. My first debreasting, also by guillotine blade, was forced on me by the Riddler, at a time when I had no inkling the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator existed. I was pretty distraught for weeks afterwards.”

“Thank God it does exist, Wanda!” 19-year-old Helena Bertinelli, a non-metahuman vigilante who secretly sought to stamp out crime as the Huntress, spat with obvious sincerity. The 5-foot-11-inch 148-pound hard-bodied girl with long black hair and gleaming blue eyes took a sip from her wine glass before declaring, “If that alien device had not restored my chest back to its comparatively unimpressive self, I wouldn’t be here…I’d be breaking into whatever cage the authorities have Arcade stuffed in so that I could end his days. Batman wouldn’t approve, so I would be on the outs with the Justice League…yet again.”

“That said,” Helena continued with a wry grin on her face, “to me, the debreasting wasn’t that traumatic of an experience. Actually, the part that sucked the most was getting my balcony downsized without the benefit of having a vibrator bring me to climax first…and then watching most of the rest of the heroines get that embarrassing boon.” Huntress, the only girl at the table wearing a mask, in this case a mask that also served as a double-peaked headdress, fingered the crossbow pistol that hung from the side of her dark-blue and purple, white trimmed, costume. The white-trimmed blue cape that completed the ensemble hung on the coat rack next to Wanda’s cloak. “It sucked to go second,” the Huntress admitted with a sheepish grin on her face, “and then have that Wizard friend of Wanda’s make Arcade change the game rules. By the way, Witchie, I still owe Vladi a crossbow bolt for the last time he captured me…and you a spanking for helping him have fun with me as his helpless captive.”

“What do you mean, ‘comparatively unimpressive’, Helena?” Janet, who had been manipulating her computer pad’s menu while she surfed to a particular webpage, spat irreverently as she pointed to her own C-cup-sized chest bumps. “C-cups are sensuously sublime! The C-cups you had before your debreasting, now a half cup size larger thanks to the tissue regenerator, were never comparatively unimpressive, as can easily be seen from this clip from The Wizard’s Lair’s webcast of Vladi and Wanda toying with you that last time you’re grumbling about.” Janet grinned mischievously as she pushed the pad to the center of the table so the other three girls could see and hear the repeating film clip on it.

As the Scarlet Witch blushed beet red, Sue jumped in and acknowledged, “Yes, well we all wish Wanda would get out from under the bad influence that chaotic-neutral adventurer brings to her…although our favorite mutant/witch claims Vladi still has much to teach her. Hopefully, Wanda didn’t hurt or embarrass you too badly. Now I’ll divert back to the previous topic. Obviously, Helena, you didn’t find what Arcade did to all of us too terrifying…seeing as you’re voluntarily risking it happening to you again next week at Captain America’s teambuilding exercise. You could always back out of joining us for the foxhunt, yet you haven’t even hinted that you are considering doing so.”

“We should warn you, Helena” Janet chortled as she grinned wickedly at the caped manhunter, who was still staring at the embarrassing video clip on the pad screen, “that we hope you’re not counting on getting another half cup size if you get unlucky at the teambuilding exercise. The alien device only upgrades a girl’s chest once. However, if you do get your puppies knocked off at Avenger’s Mansion, it will be while one of our team’s studs, or Mister Fantastic, brings you to that climax you felt cheated out of.”

“Actually, I could care less about the risk of getting debreasted again…or the chance that I’ll be forced to have public sex with some hero I hardly know,” Helena Bertinelli stated matter-of-factly with determination on her face and murder in her eyes as she watched Janet pause to drink from her wine glass. “I’m going to the 41^st Century for the thrill of the hunt…and the chance to punish murderers and rapists. Let’s go in costume, Wanda, and I’ll take all the bastards out of the hunt within a couple of hours with my crossbows.”

“Helena, that wouldn’t be a good idea,” a red-faced Wanda replied as she pushed her hand forward to cover the pad screen. “We would end up at a meat processing facility before we got to the foxhunt rendezvous point…even if we wore gym clothes rather than costumes. Girls in the 41^st Century are required to wear minimal clothing after work hours so that men can quickly breed with them if a male desires to do so. We’ll all be barefoot in bikinis. Sorry about that…I’m also sorry for being overly enthusiastic at the Wizard’s dungeon a few weeks ago.”

“My God, she’s actually apologizing for being a bullying bitch,” Janet chortled softly as she pulled the pad from under the Scarlet Witch’s hand so everyone could again see and hear the troubling clip.

“Stop teasing these girls, Janet,” Sue admonished softly with a frown on her face. “I think you’re jealous that it wasn’t you earning all the fan mail as the Wizard’s weekly super damsel in distress.”

“Enough!” Helena spat with obvious embarrassment. “Please put away the pad, Janet. Your apology is accepted, Wanda, although, obviously, circumstances would be different if you’d actually denippled me. To be honest, my vulva ended up much sorer than my breasts, and…well…if the truth be told…I kind of relished my relatively rare chance to be the temporary focus of the superheroine-in-peril fans. Do let’s keep that a secret among us girls!” The dark-haired vigilante admonished as her face reddened.

“I do have a question though, Wanda,” Helena announced as Janet put the pad away and she regained her composure. “During the webcast, you said you didn’t want to piss me off because we were going to be foxes in a foxhunt together. That was weeks ago, but, from what you girls told me earlier, you didn’t learn about Carlson’s foxhunt until a few days ago. What’s going on with that?”

“I can’t really explain it, Helena,” Wanda replied with relief still on her face from the accepted apology, “but sometimes I just know what the future holds for me. I see things in my mind’s eye. It must have something to do with my probability altering mutant powers. Until just now, it didn’t occur to me that I had made those statements before I logically could have known to make them. It’s not the same as precognition though. I don’t know who will get the chop at Cap’s teambuilding exercise Tuesday afternoon. I don’t know if we will successfully turn the tables on the foxhunters. One, some, or all of us could end up as 41^st Century meat as a result of this rather dangerous game I, at least, am committed to participating in. So, do we order another round of drinks and put together a plan of action, or do you girls go your separate ways and Sue drops me off Tuesday evening to play the game solo.”

“It’s not a game…to me at least…Wanda!” Sue asserted softly with a determined look on her face. “A group of 41^st Century men is kidnapping innocent women, raping them, and forcing them to run for their lives, before murdering most of the girls for their meat. That behavior cannot be allowed to continue, even if the governmental authorities are willing to look the other way rather than enforcing existing laws against such behavior. In the gynophagia driven economy of the 41^st Century, girls become meat far too early in their lives as it is. We need to punish the kidnapper/rapist/murderers in the most brutal way possible…even if the existing government views our actions as revolution rather than a fight for justice. We includes me!”

“Yeah, Sue’s right!” Janet spat with a grin on her face. “As strange as it seems, I have no problem with girls quasi-voluntarily being used as a food resource…meaning I’m pretty much okay with gynophagia in the 41^st Century…as long as everyone is treated as human beings under fair and justifiable laws. When that’s not the case, when gynophagia becomes cannibalism, I’m a superheroine who, I’d like to think, does what’s right. What’s right, in this case, is undercover work leading to justifiable retribution for criminal activity uncovered. If the undercover work means getting myself kidnapped and raped before being forced to run for my life, so be it. When I’m done running, justifiable retribution for rape and murder will be castration at the very least. We know Doctor Doom’s government lackeys will see that as the blackest form of revolution. Viva la revolution! I’m in too!”

“Oh my! Helena exclaimed softly with a grin on her face. “We’re going to get raped before we are allowed to run for our lives while being hunted by men who want to eat us? Very poignant information in view of Wanda’s warning that I have to get any pregnancy protection drugs out of my system before we time travel. Troubling news, but something that has me looking forward even more enthusiastically to the castration of our intrepid foxhunters. I’m in too!”

“Okay, I’ll take a shot at laying out what we think we know to expect after arrival in the 41^st Century and the subsequent kidnappings, with Janet and Sue kibitzing as needed,” Wanda said softly with excitement beaming from her face. “Then we can talk about strategy, with you, Helena, playing general. Then we’ll get some rest before meeting again Saturday night after Janet’s shindig for the unveiling of the products Van Dyne Enterprises managed to produce from the superheroine breast skins harvested during Arcade’s dairy day. That should be fun! Now, this is what will happen once we depart in the time-ship….”

Chapter 1. Welcome to Teambuilding 101

“The trans-mat from the Justice League satellite to Avengers’ Mansion was uneventful, I hope, Helena?” the Scarlet Witch, again dressed in her more conservative costume, asked softly as she led the Huntress into the Avengers’ large study. “Nobody teased you for having selected this destination, I hope. I’m assuming word of Cap’s teambuilding exercise has spread rather more widely than he would have preferred.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable with traveling via matter transmission, Wanda,” Helena proclaimed softly as she glanced around the elegantly furnished study that was jam packed with costumed crime fighters. “The thought of having myself disassembled at the molecular level, beamed through thousands of miles of space, and then depending on a machine to correctly reassemble me is most disconcerting. Still, it is virtually instantaneous. Nobody said a word, Wanda, about Captain America’s guillotine party, and I’d have certainly been read the riot act by either the Martian Manhunter or Batman if they knew I was coming here to sexually fraternize with the Avengers while one partner and then the other pushes sexy bits under sharp blades. Speaking of razor-sharp guillotine blades….”

Wanda giggled as Helena nodded to the two differently designed chopping machines at the far end of the room, standing before two inwardly angled couches and several rows of folding chairs, before replying, “Yep, the guillotine on the right is pretty much the same model as Arcade used to flatten both of our chests with, and the one with the smaller and lower lunettes is for making boys less boyish. I’d take you over to let you get a good look at the party props, but I don’t want to draw attention to myself. I’m pretty sure everyone knows I’m the reason they have to be put through this teambuilding exercise, and I don’t think there is a single soul happy about it. You know, Janet would probably be thrilled to show off the guillotines. She bought the one for boys.”

The Huntress watched the Scarlet Witch nod to the corner of the room where Giant-Man and the Wasp stood chatting amiably with Mister Fantastic and the Invisible Woman, and then quickly scanned the rest of the room as she whispered, “No, I think it would be best to leave the two couples alone, as they’re no doubt trying to reschedule the double date that Arcade’s men interrupted when they kidnapped the girls into dairy duty. Janet told me about the planned outcome that didn’t come to be. Besides, I think us single girls should stick together. I recognize a lot of people here, but why don’t you refresh my memory of everyone’s names.”

“I can do that, Helena,” the Scarlet Witch agreed with a smile of relief on her face, “and thanks for hanging with me. Hank and Janet, as Giant-Man and the Wasp, were original Avengers along with Thor, Iron Man, and the Hulk. The Hulk left the team almost immediately. The tall, hunky, long-haired blonde with the heavenly face behind the far couch is Thor, a Norse god. The red and gold suit of armor to our left is Tony Stark’s bodyguard Iron Man. Captain America, who I’m sure you’ve already spotted, joined a short time later. The next group of Avengers was Hawkeye, the purple clad bowman teasing the impossibly tall green-skinned girl in front of the breast guillotine, my twin brother Quicksilver, and myself. My brother, Pietro, is the silver-haired speedster in green talking to Cap.”

“Who joined when then starts to get blurry after that, and lots of former members have moved on,” Wanda admitted as she grinned sheepishly. “Let’s start with dudes. The guy in all black is the Black Panther, who is also T’Challa, King of Wakanda. The heavily muscled bearded hunk in the green and orange loincloth is the Greek demigod Hercules. The blue-furred fellow is the Beast. The red-skinned android in the back of the room is the Vision. The hunk the android is talking to with the red W on his chest is Wonder Man. If you were counting, including Mister Fantastic, that comes to twelve heroes with boy parts.”

“Now for the girls!” Wanda spat softly with a wry grin on her face. “In addition to the four of us soon to be foxes, there’s She-Hulk, the green-skinned giantess with Hawkeye, Black Widow, the redhead in the black catsuit who now seems to be giving Cap a tongue lashing, no doubt about his choice of teambuilding exercises. The gal in yellow and blue talking to the Beast is Hellcat; she managed to evade Arcade’s search for human milk cows. Finally, the masked gal in black and white with the battle staves is Mockingbird; she missed joining us in Arcade’s lineup of soon-to-be udder-less cows because S.H.I.E.L.D. was preparing her to be Black Widow’s backup as our rescuer.”

“No, Wanda, finally, there’s me,” announced a sultry bedroom voice from behind Wanda and Helena, “making nine heroines to pair with those twelve heroes. Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to say how sorry I was to hear of the terrible things Arcade put you girls through. I feel so guilty about not being there with you.”

“Helena, this is Captain Marvel, which can be a bit confusing seeing as the ‘big red cheese’ uses that moniker as well” Wanda explained with a friendly smile as they turned to see the masked blonde wearing a leotard, thigh-high boots, and long fashion gloves, all black in color. Across the front of the heroine’s shapely torso was a yellow Z-like symbol, and she wore a long, red sash around her waist. “Carol, this is the Huntress, a Justice Leaguer who has chosen to join us for today’s fun. Thank you for your condolences, Carol, but, in my case at least, unnecessary. I’ll explain why sometime.”

“It’s is great to meet you, Captain Marvel,” Helena offered as Wanda finished speaking. “I’m a real fan of your escapades. Unlike Wanda, I’ll embrace the sympathy you’ve offered for the nightmare Arcade put us through. Even if Wanda manages to convince me that getting myself debreasted should have been a good time, I’d still be pissed at Arcade for milking me like a farm animal…in public no less. However you managed to avoid that fiasco, good on you. Don’t feel guilty about ducking a real bad time. If I could have found a rock to hide under, I would have!”

“And yet here you are, Huntress,” Captain Marvel pointed out with admiration on her face, “offering to push your breasts under yet another guillotine blade. Very brave! And you’ll never convince me you’re just here for the sex.” The tall, very fit blonde then frowned before adding, “I’m sure I’m being a little sensitive about what you girls may think of me, but I do want to make sure you understand I wasn’t exactly ducking for cover and hiding from Arcade’s men. At the time I was actually in outer space having my own problems with an alien race called the Brood. I found out, much to my chagrin, that the Broods’ semen is a universal egg inseminator, and that brood offspring have a very short gestation period.”

“Oh my God!” Helana gasped with widened eyes. “I wouldn’t have traded places with you for anything in the world, Captain Marvel. Those aliens must be very powerful to get the best of you…or did they ambush you? Did you…I’m sorry…now I’m the one who’s feeling awkward…did you…?”

As both she and Wanda chuckled, Captain Marvel exclaimed, “Give birth to alien life forms? No…Helena, right…and call me Carol…I don’t think that will cause secret identity problems…no, I didn’t. Not this time. Despite being obviously pregnant, I was able to drive the Brood off the ship and find, in the sick bay, a means to abort the growing whatever you want to call it in my belly before gestation was completed. As to how the Brood were able to overpower me, well that’s one of the reasons I decided to interrupt you two. I was hoping Wanda could help me understand what happened.”

“I’ll help if I can, Carol,” Wanda replied quickly as she watched Reed and Sue huddle with Captain America and the Black Panther. “It looks like we may have a few more minutes before the fun gets started. Tell me what happened that I may be able to help you understand.”

“I’ve heard you have visions of what will take place in the future,” Carol Danvers announced laconically.

“Something like that,” Wanda admitted as she noted a mixture of disgust and anger on Sue’s face across the room. “They occur fairly rarely, but when they do occur I can see portents of my personal future in my mind’s eye. The visions only deal with events that directly involve me, and, so far, they have never failed to eventually come true. One of the major drawbacks is that I may know what, but not when, something will happen.”

Wanda shrugged and explained with a sheepish look on her face, “As you’ve probably heard, I’m playing guillotine roulette with Cap not too many minutes from now. I have had a portent of a future where I’m debreasted by a breast guillotine exactly like the one at the back of the room as I climax with Captain America’s manhood in my vagina. In a way, I’m hoping this is the day that I can stop worrying about that particular vision.”

“Yes, well then you’ll certainly understand the reason for my own disconcertment,” Carol announced with obvious embarrassment. “My Kree-spawned powers come with their own form of clairvoyance, which I call my seventh sense. When the Brood attacked me on the spaceship, at almost exactly the same time as Arcade began permanently retiring milked dry superheroine cows on Earth, I was blindsided with a sudden mental image of a guillotine blade slicing off my own breasts. Unfortunately, the mental image was accompanied by the sensation of agonizing pain erupting from my chest, my mind was overwhelmed, and I couldn’t fight back. By the time my seventh sense cleared, the crotch of my costume had already been ripped away and a Brood warrior was copulating with me while two others held me down waiting to take their turns with a mammalian brood mare.”

Captain Marvel blushed badly as she remembered her sordid defeat, before explaining, “At first, after finding out about Arcade’s misdeeds, I thought my clairvoyant attack was caused by some sort of guilt about not being with the rest of you girls. Then Steve sent me his request that I attend this teambuilding event and I thought…no…feared….”

Wanda watched the Black Panther head towards the room’s exit, while an irritated looking Captain America led Reed and Sue towards the couches in front of the guillotines, as she tried to give Carol Danvers a smile of reassurance before replying, “You worried that your seventh sense was caused by today’s events rather than events happening on Earth at the time of the precognitive event. There is no way to know for sure, Carol. I can only try to make you understand that, because we have the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator, you should not fear what may happen today. Yes, if either of us draws the working key we will be in for a painful experience. However, the pain will be manageable and the mutilation of our body will be only temporary. If you find yourself under a falling blade, try to concentrate on the pleasure in your loins and allow the two sensations to mix.”

As the bombastic blonde continued to look unsure of herself, Wanda added, “Do think about what I’ve said, Carol. I meant it when I said I hope this is the day my own vision comes true…not just to put the vision itself behind me. Frankly, I find being debreasted to be a sexually sensuous experience. I, along with a few other supeheroines who I’m sure you know, have made a habit of time travelling to the far future to visit a society where girls of all types of backgrounds risk potential debreasting as a recreational activity at special nightclubs. That’s why I said your condolences for dairy day were unnecessary in my case. If we get past this teambuilding event, join me and my friends on one of those field trips to the future. I think you’ll enjoy yourself whether you just watch or actively participate in that recreational activity.”

“For what it’s worth, Carol,” Helena offered with a reassuring smile, “I’m not one of Wanda’s nightclub entourage. However, despite the pain, I didn’t find my debreasting experience at Arcade’s hands to be all that terrible. I’m here today, as you noted earlier, although I do hope the key I pick is faux. Actually, I wish all of us girls the best of luck as far as key picking goes, because I’m hoping to see one of the boys getting their male members, temporarily, pruned.”

“Well, if Captain America insists on somebody taking one for the team today, Helena,” Carol replied with a wry grin on her face, “I guess I’ll have to join you in that hope. We better grab seats. It looks like Cap is finally going to get on with it.”

“Avengers assemble!” Captain America, dressed in his world renowned red, white, and blue costume, announced from a standing position just before and between the two guillotines. “We are about to begin a teambuilding event that was first proposed several years ago, before most of you joined the Avengers. I decided to implement the proposal just less than two weeks ago after some disconcerting revelations. Those revelations seem less important following the Arcade ‘dairy day’ affair, but I’m still going to carry on with this event, although I’ve rethought some of my planned procedure. Before I explain how things are going to proceed, I’d like everyone to welcome our guest participants, the Huntress of the Justice League and the Invisible Woman and Mister Fantastic of the Fantastic Four. Would you three please stand?”

Reed and Sue stood from their positions at one of the couches and waved, and Helena stood from her chair next to Wanda and nodded, while the Avengers applauded politely. As the three retook their seats, Steve Rogers, current chairman of the Avengers and better known as Captain America, continued with, “We all either watched nearly every heroine in America…or were one of those heroines…getting debreasted by Arcade on that day that will live in infamy as ‘dairy day’. What we saw, or saw and felt, was horrid. Fortunately, because we Avengers, unknown to the rest of the world, possessed alien technology capable of tissue regeneration, every severed breast was restored, every wound, at least the physical ones, healed.”

“We got lucky!” Cap spat with a frown on his face. “The Chula nanogene tissue regenerator is not infallible. Our scientists, Hank Pym, Tony Stark, and Reed Richards, have always theorized that there was an infinitesimally small chance the device could fail to heal even an uncomplicated wound.”

Steve’s frown deepened as he continued, “The disconcerting revelation I spoke of…the one that made me believe this teambuilding exercise might be useful despite my ambivalence during the many months since it was originally proposed…was that a small number of costumed crime fighters who will remain unnamed were intentionally allowing themselves to be seriously injured primarily for recreational purposes…counting on the Chula device to heal those wounds. To be transparent, this group of crime fighters also discovered societal wrongs that were occurring in this place they were visiting for recreational purposes, and claim they must continue their visits to that society to right those wrongs. I am currently deliberating on whether or not I agree with this premise that it is our duty to police another society far in the future…that the Avengers have the right to judge that society’s rights and wrongs.”

“What I do know, and find extremely troubling, is that one of the injuries suffered by one of those costumed crime fighters was not successfully healed upon return from one of these recreational escapades,” Captain America announced with obvious disconcertment. “The Chula device failed to make that person whole again, and I witnessed that individual to be obviously emotionally crushed as they left this building. That this costumed crime fighter apparently managed to make themselves whole again through other mechanisms does not change my thinking on the matter. Hank, Reed has asked me to let you expand just briefly on the reasons the Chula device failed.”

“That’s a good idea considering the nature of the teambuilding exercise we’re all here for, Cap,” Hank Pym called out as he stood from his position on the couch next to his wife and Reed and Sue. “The Chula device did not heal this person’s wound. That’s true. However, the reason for that failure was that the nanogenes failed to gain access to the wounded organ, and therefore could not manufacture replacement tissue. The person in question had multiple wounds. The technology worked fine on the damaged tissue it could reach. Given what we plan to do today, there remains only an infinitesimally small chance the device will fail in the healing process. I’m pretty confident everyone here will have penises or breasts at the end of the day. You are all in much more danger while engaging in your regular missions as Avengers, Justice Leaguers, or members of the Fantastic Four. Back to you, Cap.”

“Thanks, Hank,” Steve acknowledged softly before turning to his audience with a look of reassurance on his face. “That means we can all be a little less antsy about this unusual teambuilding exercise that will force some of us to climb right back up on the horse that recently dumped us, and some of us to face new and terrifying danger. Following what Arcade did, I think all of us must face the prospect of these dangers continuing to be a part of our crime fighting careers. This exercise will allow us to practice facing those dangers under controlled conditions. Don’t be overly concerned! Hank is the expert in the Chula technology and he himself will be participating in this teambuilding event. He has just stated he doesn’t see any possibility of equipment failure….”

“That’s not exactly what I was trying to say, Cap,” Hank called out without standing. “There is no reason why the healing process won’t work. Frankly, I’m less worried about process failure than machine breakdown. We have no idea of how long the Chula device will continue to function before it runs out of fueling energy or simply packs it in. Sorry to be a stickler on scientific details. As you said, I’m participating, and my wife is participating, in this teambuilding event, so you can conclude that I think it is reasonably safe to do so. How’s it going to go, Cap?”

Captain America shrugged as he realized Giant-Man was shrewdly forcing him to move past the cause for the teambuilding event—the Scarlet Witch’s 41^st Century escapades—and get on with the event itself, and replied, “Put simply, its girls against boys with sexy assets under guillotine blades. It will also be heroes and heroines working together in pairs to get each other off so they can, one way or another, put the exercise behind them. We will each pick a key for our gender specific guillotine, pair up randomly, and a guy will try to make a girl climax by fornicating with her from behind as she stands under the breast guillotine. I know I seem to be being very insensitive here, given the ‘dairy day’ fiasco. Sorry! I’ve already tried to explain this was already in the works, and pointed out that I don’t think the dangers I’m preparing you to face will go away.”

“Now, let me continue,” Steve said as he noted the fury that had been building on the faces of many of the women in the room gradually fade to more stoic countenances. “When the heroine does climax, the blade release switch will be triggered, and if hers was the right key, her breasts will hit the floor. If hers was not the right key, nothing will happen and the pair switches guillotines. With the guy’s penis under the penis guillotine blade, the girl will try to make him ejaculate, presumably beginning with fellatio and, for viewing purposes, finishing with a more hands on approach. When the guy can’t hold out any longer, he’ll squirt and, if his was the working key, that guillotine’s blade release switch will be triggered. Unless the guy’s penis hits the floor, that pair will help select the next pair of participants. The heroine will draw the next hero to give the exercise a go, and the hero will draw the next heroine, and that new pair will repeat the exercise. In case anyone is wondering, the Scarlet Witch has agreed to join me in getting the exercise going.”

Captain America frowned as there was suddenly a lot of whispered discussion, and proclaimed, “I can see there’s a lot of questions out there, but let me clear up some details that are likely to be asked before I give anyone else the floor. I can tell that a lot of you ladies have been counting heads, and are wondering which of you will need to take multiple turns. None of you…I’m trimming the male roster.”

As the room stirred, Steve quickly explained, “The Vision, an android, will not be participating in this event because we have no reason to believe that the Chula nanogenes, whose functions are based on mapping DNA, could repair his injury. Sorry, Vision, I can’t let you take the risk. Wonder Man will not be participating for the opposite reason. He would not be facing that infinitesimally small chance that his injury would be permanent because his ionic body is self repairing. Sorry, Simon, but no sexual reward tonight without risk. I hope everyone agrees with my reasoning.”

As Captain America now saw mostly nods, he announced, “Given the outstanding turnout from our heroines, not to mention the Invisible Woman and the Huntress volunteering to participate, we end up with a gender balance. Or at least I thought we did until Mister Fantastic also indicated his desire to join us. Fortunately, to maintain our gender balance, Reed managed to convince his friend, the Black Panther, to yield his position as a participant in the exercise. I understand this arrangement was reached between T’Challa and the Richards only after the men agreed to participate in another yet to be announced event being arranged, in part, by the Invisible Woman. Now that the gender balance issue is momentarily not an issue…I hope…I’ll try to clear up the next question.

Steve grinned and chuckled, “I’m betting some of you know that each guillotine came with one real key and ninety-nine blanks. We are going to continue the teambuilding exercise until a blade falls. NO, however…although I’m sure some of you are hoping I would say yes…we are not, if necessary, going to run pairs through the gauntlet up to eleven times each. I have had Jarvis identify the working keys for each guillotine, place each working key in the correct bucket, and then add eight dummy keys to each bucket. I’m told that what we are about to do will be found to be quite erotic by most of you, so I’m expecting none of you will be able to avoid climax for long. We should have a winner…or would that be loser…within an hour or at most two. Shall Wanda and I get things started, or does anyone want the floor?”

The blonde haired Asgardian God of Thunder rose from his position at the front of the room and proclaimed, “Thou hast performed thy duties as Chairman of the Avengers most well, Captain America. Thor looks forward to participating in this most stimulatingly dangerous test of courage. With respect, Thor doth contest thy right to be the first to pair bond with a comely warrioress under sharpened steel. Let the first Avengers face danger first. Let Thor or Iron Man or Giant-Man be the first to sample one of our comely companion’s wares.”

The golden avenger rose as Thor sat and called out gruffly, “While I think this teambuilding exercise is far from the Avengers’ finest moment, Cap. You have my support…my reluctant support. I disagree with Thor on using longevity as an Avenger to determine who has to risk painful amputation first, although I also look forward to a coupling with one of our sensuous female teammates. However, I agree with Thor that you shouldn’t have to go first. I’m sure your idea is to demonstrate that you won’t ask anyone to take a risk that you haven’t taken, but that philosophy is unnecessary. I say we let lady luck determine who goes when. Additionally, I’m not going to agree with your taking the luscious Scarlet Witch out of the potential pool of sex partners when my turn comes. Once again, let’s let lady luck determine who fucks and sucks with whom.”

“Iron Man is right,” the silver-haired Quicksilver proclaimed as Iron Man sat and he stood. “Order and pairing should be randomly determined if this exercise is allowed to continue. Besides, and I am not trying to be disrespectful when I point this out, Cap, a number of us are aware that my sister, the Scarlet Witch, has prophesized that she herself will be debreasted while coupling with you in just such an event as this. As her prophecies invariably come true, none of the rest of us men will get a chance to make one of our female teammates climax while we try to debreast her if you and Wanda go first, prematurely ending the guillotine party.”

“And none of us girls will get a chance to make Pietro less of a prick when he’s forced to push his willie under razor-sharp steel, Steve,” Mockingbird chortled loudly from the back of the room, “if this prophecy thing is for real. While I agree with Iron Man that this whole thing is a stupid idea, I’ll stick my tits through the lunettes while some lucky bastard pummels my vagina, just as long as I get a chance to de-cock him afterwards. However, who goes when with who has to be random.”

“Hear, hear!” Hellcat called out from her seat just behind the right couch. “Besides, whoever goes first is going to have the best chance of missing the cut. You should go last, Cap, not first, if you want to show leadership. It’s going to really blow if you’re the girl or guy holding the last key in the bucket.”

“I’m sorry, Hellcat, but what you said isn’t exactly mathematically correct,” Mister Fantastic proclaimed loudly as he stood from the left couch. “At the beginning of the drawing every single one of us has exactly the same chance of pulling a working key. It is true, however, that with each dummy key that gets used in the teambuilding event, the odds that one those waiting to take their turn are holding the live key goes up. I suggest you settle for random drawings for both order and pairings and get on with it, Captain America.”

“Wait a minute!” She-Hulk called out from the back of the room. “Are we going to be wearing neural inhibitor collars as we take turns under sharpened steel? My hide’s pretty tough! Additionally, if I do get my gigantic green jugs totaled again, I’m liable to go berserk and break things. However, I’m not eager to have everyone, including three guys who got excluded from taking their own risks, watching my petite semi-secret alter ego getting her less-than-spectacular chest made even flatter.”

“The Vision and I are, not surprisingly, in agreement, Steve,” Wonder Man announced from his position before the study doors beside the android and the Black Panther, “that while we both wish we were participating, we understand and concur with She-Hulk’s point. We’ll leave the room and not watch what happens live. I can’t promise we won’t watch the tapes later though. Let’s go, guys.”

“Thanks, Simon and Vision, and you too T’Challa, for being good sports,” Captain America proclaimed in a firm steady voice. “Do close the door behind you, T’Challa! She-Hulk, we will not be wearing metahuman power blocking equipment, partly to protect those of you with secret identities. Part of the challenge of this teambuilding event will be to take whatever happens in good grace. We will not be using metahuman powers to escape our fate if we draw the working key. I know you can all do that…as was demonstrated during the ‘dairy day’ debacle. Besides, She-Hulk, I’ve had the stainless steel guillotine blades replaced with adamantium ones. Damage resistant hides are not going to be a problem.”

“Are there anymore points to be made from the floor?” Captain America queried softly as he glanced around the room. “Okay folks! It looks like we are ready. Random order and partnering it will be, with everyone in the room potentially participating, except Jarvis, who will handle the buckets to insure the drawings are truly blind. When your nom de guerre is called, the ladies will make whatever costume adjustments are necessary to provide access to their vagina’s and bare their breasts for potential removal. The men, when their nom de guerre is called, will do whatever is necessary to make their manhood ready for use, and possibly, truncation. Jarvis, draw one name from the heroine bucket, read it, and then draw one name from the hero bucket, read it, and then let our first pair draw from the appropriate key buckets, ladies first.”

“One last thing, folks!” Captain America added with a stern look on his face. “Once we have a team of individuals up front preparing to stick body parts, or with body parts, under sharpened steel, I don’t want any quips coming out of the peanut gallery. Let’s have all of you giving the respect I’m sure you’ll be hoping to get! Jarvis!”

Chapter 2. The Search for the Key

“Ladies and gentlemen, might I have your attention?” the tuxedo wearing bald man with a dark neatly trimmed mustache called out from his position between two tables near the center of the room’s interior sidewall. “Do note the four metal pots beside me, two on each table. Each of the outer pots contains nine folded cards, each with a name on it. The inner pots contain keys. I have the misfortune to be responsible for selecting the first two participants in this most exciting…teambuilding…exercise. Thereafter my responsibility well become much more comfortable…for myself…as my sole job will be holding pots above eye level. I will now select the female member of our first pair.”

Jarvis tried to maintain his stoic continence as he lifted the pot to his far left, held it above his head, made a show of stirring the contents, and pulled out a folded card. After unfolding and reading the card, he calmly announced, “The Black Widow will step before me and select a key.”

“Trakhnul snova!” the redheaded Russian in the black catsuit and black boots, wearing a gold belt and golden bracelets of unusual design, spat with obvious irritation as she stood from a chair on the far side of the room. Natasha Romanova (anglicized to Romanoff by her American friends) watched as Jarvis picked up the nearer pot on the same table as she began making her way towards him, and made a show of stirring the metal keys inside. “No doubt this is all of your doing, you crazy witch!” hissed the Black Widow as she passed the row Wanda sat near the end of. “Perhaps Scarlet Witch should play the part of…what do you porn stars call it…fluffer…for any boys that cannot achieve an erection to copulate with us guillotine girls.”

“Please verify that I have read the correct name on the card, Miss Natasha,” Jarvis urged softly while holding out the unfolded card, finally forcing the Black Widow to stop glaring at the beet red Scarlet Witch. “Then select a key from the pot I’m holding above me. I wish you the best of luck, miss.”

“Thank you, Jarvis,” the Black Widow replied after tossing the verified card onto the table top. “Hopefully, Captain America will not find he has brought all of us here to see his teambuilding exercise end before the participants can be truly deemed a team. This will be a lucky key I think,” Natasha announced with a sheepish grin as she reached up and pulled one from the pot.

“Very good, Miss Natasha,” Jarvis acknowledged as the Black Widow lowered the key to stare at it. “Perhaps you should now take a position behind the breast guillotine and adjust your accoutrement in a manner that will facilitate your…training…exercise. While you do so, I will select your…training…partner.”

“Yes, Jarvis…I will do exactly that,” the Black Widow acknowledged softly with a thoughtful look on her face. “Don’t worry, master of the mansion, whoever draws the working key will understand that you were just doing your job. If that happens to be me…well I really do hope YOU to enjoy the view of my breasts falling through air. As for everyone else….”

“Thank you, Miss Natasha, for understanding that I am, as always, attending to the Avengers’ need as best I can,” Jarvis replied as the Black Widow turned and headed for the guillotines at the back of the room while he reached for the pot furthest to his right. “I will also admit that, troublingly as I find it, I will not be surprised to find what I’m about to see and hear to be voyeuristically pleasing…even if that includes the Black Widow’s breasts falling through air.”

Jarvis stirred the cards in the new pot, pulled one, set the pot back in its original position, opened the card, and announced, with a grin on his face, “The Black Widow will be paired, for the first of possibly nine…teambuilding…exercises with Iron Man. Iron Man will now step forward, verify I have read the correct name on the card, and select a key from the pot I will soon be holding.”

“Fuck!” Tony Stark spat with disgust from inside his metal helmet. “Far from the Avengers’ finest moment was too kind. When it is time to elect Chairman a few months from now, you’ll not be getting my vote for reelection, Rogers! Don’t worry! I’m done bitching. If I get my dick sliced off, I’ll take it like a man. Coming , Jarvis.”

“Yes, master Iron Man,” the Avengers’ butler replied calmly as he stirred the keys in the near right pot while Iron Man hurried towards him, “and I do wish you the best of luck with respect to the pruning of your penis, sir.”

“Sorry, Iron Man, but Hellcat is hoping you’re jinxed” Patsy Walker called out from her seat just behind the right couch as she watched Iron Man read the card and calmly place it on the right table. “I may not understand statistics, but I know I’m on the right side of bad luck if I hear the sound of falling metal before I get to take a turn under razor-sharp steel. I also know that even Reed Richards would agree that we’re statistically overdue for manmeat hitting the floor, given what all my heroine friends went through on ‘dairy day’.”

“You’re right, Hellcat,” Tony replied in a cracking voice as he reached up and pulled out a key with his gauntleted hand, “you suck at statistics. You also suck at following instructions. No kibitzing from the peanut gallery. Someone may hold your teasing against you if they do end up trying to deal with the agony of amputation. As for you, Jarvis, thank you! You’re done with your duties as name announcer, old friend.” Without another word Iron Man headed for the guillotines and the disrobing Black Widow.

“Hiya, Natasha,” Tony Stark said softly in a still cracking voice as he stepped between the two guillotines to find the Black Widow strapping her belt consisting of gold disks back around her waist above an expensive pair of black panties, “it looks like I got here too late to help with removing most of your outfit. Panties? You really dressed up for Cap’s guillotine party!”

Natasha grinned as she bent and collected her catsuit and boots from the floor and tossed them onto a chair along the back wall of the study, and chirped, “You know me too well, Iron Man. Yes, the panties were an afterthought to keep whoever I would be paired with, if I was unlucky enough to have to play guillotine roulette, in suspense while he stripped. I want to see the penis I will be hoping to assassinate swell with anticipation of plunging into my womanhood when you get your first look at my vulva, Iron Man. Will it take long to remove your armor to facilitate copulation, and then, hopefully, ejaculation, perhaps for the final time, under the penis guillotine.”

“No, not long at all, Natasha,” the iron clad Avenger replied with a slight chuckle, “as I went the opposite route. I went commando under my suit for the first time. All I need to do is remove my armor’s pee portal and my Johnson should be ready for spelunking duty.”

“Then let us step before the couches and remove your portal covering and then my panties,” the Black Widow urged in her finest bedroom voice. “I think all our teammates will enjoy watching your male assets grow with anticipation of sampling Russian femininity. Also, I want Steve to see that he need not worry that I have gone gun-shy due to the explosive end to Arcade’s ‘dairy day’.”

“I’m glad you’ve been able to put that nightmare behind you, Natasha,” Tony replied in a barely audible quivering voice. “I need to say something…something I find most embarrassing…before we step out from behind these chopping machines. I’ve got a problem, Natasha. I’m scared to my wits end. Afraid, yes, that I’ll get cut. But mostly I’m scared because…. Well…I’m standing right beside you, one of the sexiest girls the world has ever seen…staring at your naked breasts…. I’m standing right beside you…. I know I want you…. I know you are about to let me take you…. But I’m flaccid. I’m terrified that I won’t be able to….”

“Do not say any more, Iron Man,” the sultry Black Widow urged softly in her sexy bedroom voice. “I know what to do. I have seen this…performance anxiety…many times during my time as a spy, first with the Russians and now with S.H.I.E.L.D. I have always managed to get my partner ready for either lovemaking or…intimate…interrogation. Take your gauntlets off so that you may play with my breasts with your bare hands, while we talk about intimate things.”

“Thanks for not teasing me about my problem, Natasha,” Tony Stark whispered softly as he removed one gauntlet and then the other with two quick twists, and then tossed the armored gloves onto the chair with the Black Widow’s costume. “You would find this to be most ironic if you knew who I was under this armor.”

“I know who I thought you were, Iron Man,” Natasha responded as she smirked up into Iron Man’s helmet and pulled the man’s hands to her breasts, “when I was first sent from mother Russia to spy on Tony Stark and steal military secrets from his company. Before my Russian masters lost confidence in me and then betrayed me, the Black Widow was one of Iron Man’s deadliest foes, nyet, my armored ally? Do you like the feel of my breasts, so soft yet firm, Iron Man?”

“And so big, Black Widow,” Tony Stark replied as he gently kneaded the sultry redhead’s C-cups. “Yes, I remember those days, Natasha. You got the better of me more than once. I’m glad we’re on the same side now.”

“Tell me, Iron Man,” Natasha urged as she let out a soft needful moan while her breast massage continued, “what would have happened to the Black Widow…oh, that feels nice…your gentle hands on my breasts…if Iron Man had caught her in the days of her villainy…and been able to do with her…anything he wanted…without self-imposed moral restrictions. Would you have taken advantage of a defeated Black Widow…used her body without her consent…as you will soon use her body today?”

“Oh yes, Natasha…I wish I could have lived that fantasy!” Tony acknowledged softly as he chuckled while he continued kneading the Russian spy-cum-superheroine’s breasts. “I always hated my self-imposed moral restrictions. Thanks, you foxy girl! I think we can safely unveil Johnson now!”

“Very good, Iron Man,” Natasha replied with a giggle. “Perhaps you would elaborate on those fantasies as you take me with my breasts under the guillotine blade. Perhaps I will find that I would have been displeased as well with your inability to discard the smothering code of honor you western heroes have, and climax rather quickly. Let us step forward and let our friends get a good view of assets that will soon be behind amputation machines.”

“I suppose we must, you sultry girl,” Stark softly admitted as he turned and retrieved his gauntlets. As he stepped forward in sync with the Black Widow, he twisted each gauntlet back into position, before observing, “And, from what you said earlier, I’m guessing you expect this to be a gentlemen first situation.”

“But of course, Iron Man,” Natasha teased in her sultry bedroom voice as she and Iron Man reached a position between and only a few feet before the two angled couches. “Our comrades will be able to note your arousal in anticipation of our imminent copulation even from the back row. I think only our friends in the front row will be able to see how wet I am at the thought of being forced climaxed by a man who intends to mutilate my beautiful breasts…your portal Iron Man….”

The Black Widow smiled seductively as Iron Man removed a rectangular section from the crotch and front of his red metallic briefs and eight inches of swollen, but not erect penis spilled out into the open in view of a suddenly silent room, before continuing with, “and how much wetter I’m growing as I anticipate my blade failing to fall, giving me the chance to finally prune that fine inseminator of yours from your crotch, my onetime adversary.” Natasha slowly slid her black lacy panties to the floor. “Face me, Iron Man,” the Black Widow commanded as she deftly kicked her underwear back to land on the chair with the rest of her costume, “and take a good look at the pussy you will soon be fucking. Let me see your hunger for sex grow stronger!”

Natasha grinned jubilantly as, after she and Iron Man had twisted to face each other, the manhood protruding from the metal briefs slowly bobbed upward to nearly nine inches of full erection while most of the women in the room let out quiet gasps and some of the men snickered. “I think perhaps we are ready for you to push my breasts through the guillotine lunettes, Iron Man, and for you to secure me to the breast amputation machine. I can tell from the way your manhood is standing fully erect that you are thrilled with the prospect of forcing climax on me so that you can try to debreast me. I am also eager to see if I have chosen the key to agony. Shall we?”

Iron Man nodded and followed the Black Widow to the back of the breast guillotine. Tony Stark grinned inside his metal mask as he watched the Russian superheroine calmly place her key into the guillotine’s activator lock and twist it, and then push her wrists against the outside of metal loops attached to the outside of the guillotine posts. Natasha actually grinned as he tied lengths of rope already hanging from the loops around her wrists just in front of her ‘Widow’s sting’ bracelets. Stark then shook his head in disbelief as the comely S.H.I.E.L.D. agent quickly spread her feet so that they were positioned just outside the guillotine posts, bent her knees, arched her back, and leaned forward until her ribs were flush with the lower lunette.

“You’ve done this before?” Iron Man asked softly as he pulled the lower lunette’s spring-loaded post pegs inward, raised the lower lunette one peg-hole level, and released the post pegs into the new post holes. “You’ve pretty much positioned yourself perfectly for getting the maximum amount of breasts under the guillotine blade.”

“I watched more than a few of my colleague’s assume the position on ‘dairy day’, Iron Man,” Natasha replied calmly as the golden Avenger secured the upper belt hanging from the right guillotine post across her upper back and into the corresponding bracket on the left post, “while I was waiting to be sent on my semi-suicidal rescue mission. Watched on television I mean,” the Black Widow clarified as Iron Man secured the lower belt around her lower back.

“Oh…yes…I should have known,” Tony Stark mumbled sheepishly as he stepped to the front of the guillotine and used the upper lunette’s positioning pegs to close the oval around the Black Widow’s protruding breasts, noting with satisfaction that the spacers at the side of the targeted breasts easily slid into their cavities in the upper lunette. “That must have been a tough thing for you to watch.” Tony grinned behind his helmet as her remembered watching debreasting after debreasting on the widescreen television monitor as he slowly made love to Pepper Potts.

“Not that tough,” Natasha admitted with a wicked grin on her face, as Iron Man grasped her turgid nipples in his metal gloves and tugged firmly outward, remembering her fornications with Captain America and Nick Fury while she watched. The Black Widow grunted softly, before adding, “Although I felt sorry for my colleagues for the agony that was being forced upon them, I must admit I found the debreastings themselves to be visually…stimulating. I think you have as much of my breasts under the blade as you are going to get, Iron man!”

“Then you won’t be at all peeved if I succeed in debreasting you, Black Widow?” Iron Man quipped jovially as he stepped to the side of the breast guillotine and tugged firmly on each of the chest straps to cinch them even more snuggly around the Russian redhead’s back. “It’s going to be a thorough debreasting too…if I get lucky…Natasha. Take a peek over the upper lunette, paying attention to the bases of your big C-cups and the positioning of the blade-guide grooves!”

“Da!” the Black Widow chirped as she stared wide-eyed at her own protruding breasts and shivered as she noted how thin the lunettes were and that the blade-guide groove down the inside of the posts was flush with the outer lunette surfaces. As Natasha glanced up at the angled edge of the guillotine blade above her she saw that the edge was beveled from front to back rather than on both sides as most blade edges are, meaning that the blade’s slice would be flush with the rear groove surface, and therefore flush with the lunette surfaces and very close to her ribs. “If I chose the working key, I will be quite flat chested…permanently so if the Chula device fails to heal me afterword. I am unconcerned. Despite the anger I showed the Scarlet Witch for inspiring this teambuilding exercise, I think I wouldn’t mind experiencing a more traditional debreasting. You have my apologies for my outburst earlier, Wanda. Please invite me to join you on one of your future…how did Steve say it… recreational escapades in which the goal is to enjoy risking breast removal.”

“Now, Iron Man!” Natasha commanded as she watched the Scarlet Witch grin and nod, and smiled as several Avengers stood from their seats and moved forward to get a closer view of the sex that was about to occur and some hero or heroine’s eventual penectomy or double mastectomy. “Take me now…and be sure to quickly pull the blade release lever as soon I climax. But be very sure I am climaxing!”

“Oh, you can be very sure that the blade won’t fall until you ARE climaxing, Natasha,” Tony Stark replied as he began positioning the glans of his penis between the Black Widow’s labia minora. “I may not have thought much of this teambuilding exercise, but I still contributed to making it a successful one. The lower lunettes on each guillotine are equipped with remote orgasm detectors of my own design; detectors set to trigger the blade release mechanism, after a three second delay for the breast guillotine but immediately for the penis guillotine, if a working key has been turned in the activator lock. How do you want to be fucked, slow and gentle or fast and hard?”

“Silly man!” the Black Widow snorted with disapproval while the girls before her grinned and nodded. “You don’t make love to a woman under a guillotine blade. You rape her! You rape her viciously and thoroughly while hoping to take her breasts so that she can never forget what you have done to her. Now, get to it!”

Tony Stark chuckled softly as he slid his erection through the furrows of the Black Widow’s labia minora and across her protruding clitoris, pulled back, and then thrust himself firmly into the depths of her vagina. “Raping you mercilessly before turning you over to government agents as a spy was one of my two most frequent fantasies about you, when we were adversaries, Natasha,” Iron Man admitted softly as he began brutally plundering the Russian spy’s wet sex with a rapid rhythm causing the redhead to issue loudening moans. “It seems fantasies do come, at least partly, true.”

Natasha nodded and grinned as the glow in her sex began to grow. The Black Widow concentrated on the glow, eager to accept rather than delay climax. Natasha would welcome pleasure…and if unlucky…agony as well. The redhead would happily accept whatever fate brought her, put perhaps favored avoiding debreasting at this time and in this venue…if only because she wanted Iron Man’s penis under a similar blade and in her mouth. In truth, Natasha was hoping to have Iron Man on the wrong side of a guillotine for reasons of her own.

Iron Man humped firmly into the Black Widow’s love canal at a furious pace for nearly five minutes while the sultry redhead, so obviously close to climax, gasped and moaned. Then, Natasha Romanova’s body froze before him, and as staccato sighs of orgasmic pleasure began issuing from her throat Stark ejaculated hard into her vagina. Tony gasped in ecstasy as he mentally gave a slow three-second count, hoping to hear the click of disaster. Another several seconds passed as he emptied his seed into the Russian spy’s hot box, excess ejaculate leaking out her vulva and coating the redhead’s inner thighs, before Iron Man groaned audibly in disappointment. The Black Widow had drawn a dummy key and had earned the right to try to unman her exercise partner—himself.

“That was a most pleasing teambuilding session,” Nastasha chortled softly as Iron Man began untying her wrists, leaving the ropes hanging from the restraint loops. The Black Widow shrugged her shoulders as she noted the disappointed looks on the faces of the men around her as she continued with, “I must say, I am glad that your fantasy of raping me mercilessly was delayed in coming true until today. Had you turned me over to government agencies, back when I was a Russian spy, I might very well have been shot. I am also glad the fantasy of debreasting me, which you surely had at least today and was clearly shared by our colleagues, has also been delayed if not forestalled. Now, take your position behind the penis guillotine, and we shall see if my fortune this day continues to grow. I would very much like to make that very nice cock of yours my own!”

“Did they teach you to talk like a porn star in spy school, Natasha?” Tony Stark asked in a quivering voice as he stepped sideways and held his wrists against similar metallic restraint loops on the outside of the posts of the narrower penis guillotine, while holding his own key in his right hand. The billionaire industrialist blushed with embarrassment as his spent penis wilted and drooped, more from trepidation than its recent usage.

“Da,” the Black Widow replied as she quickly tied the ropes around Iron Man’s gauntleted wrists, and then took his key and inserted it into the penis guillotine’s activator lock. “Russian scientific studies indicated western men more quickly achieved erections that could be used during interrogation sessions to remind the captured male of his vulnerabilities when spoken to thusly. Remember not to exert your armored strength against these restraints, Iron Man, during ejaculation, or possibly ejaculation and amputation. Now push your cock through the lunettes and adjust your hips to center it.”

“Yeah, right,” Iron Man rasped softly as he sought to follow his instructions while his erection continued to wilt. “While I’m usually good for more than a few ejaculations during a lovemaking session, I think it’s going to take more than dirty words spoken in a bedroom voice to get me off this afternoon, Natasha. This sucks!”

“Not a problem, my armored friend,” Natasha Romanova whispered back as she stepped to the front of the penis guillotine, knelt, and grinned upward into Iron Man’s helmeted face. “Tell me, Iron Man,” Natasha urged as she gently fingered the golden Avenger’s penis glans, “what was your second most frequent fantasy about me when we were adversaries?”

“Oh…quite different from the first that I already mentioned,” Tony responded with a chuckle. “I had some notion of forcing you to give me your best head, after capturing you, in exchange for letting you go free. I must admit, I am rather a fan of fellatio, and always thought you were probably quite good at it.” Stark didn’t let on that he KNEW Natasha was quite good at giving blow jobs!

“I see,” the Black Widow said thoughtfully as she slowly gave Iron Man’s erection a five-fingered massage. “While with the first fantasy you thought to debase and punish me, with the second you thought to degrade me to save me. While I will admit that I would have preferred the debasement, I must tell you the reason is that I never needed saving, and never considered oral sex to be degrading. Now, press your hips firmly against the lunettes while I begin to make your second fantasy come true, at least partly. You see, after I use my mouth and hand to make you ejaculate, it is your cock I hope to free, not myself. An interesting twist, nyet?”

“Interesting?” Stark coughed softly as he sought to comply with the Black Widow’s instruction. “That isn’t the term I would have used for the situation I now find myself in. Now, horrifying….”

“Nonsense, Iron Man,” Natasha spat softly as the erection in her hand slowly swelled. “Most men find thoughts of their castration…and even their penectomy…to be sexually arousing. A very useful thing to know during some interrogations! Did you know I once had your employer, Tony Stark, in such an interrogation, Iron Man?” The sultry Russian grinned upward before removing her hand and pushing her mouth over Iron Man’s penis.

“So I…read…in the incidence reports,” Tony Stark stammered as the sexy Russian girl kneeling before him began bobbing her head over his erection. “I seem…to recall…it was a…very…close call…for…my boss!”

“Nonsense!” the Black Widow exclaimed as she pulled her mouth from Iron Man’s erect penis. “I had merely used a small club, perched on my knee as I sat before Stark on a chair, to forcefully strike three times upward with its rounded end into the bottom of Stark’s scrotum as he was spread-eagled against a wall. These blows to the testicles were merely a reminder to your supposed employer that he was still a man, but would not continue to be so if he didn’t tell me what I wished to know. Minor pain, although the wind left his lungs with each blow to his, what is the term…family jewels. Then I gave him several minutes of my blow job special; Stark’s sweet tasting cock was soon twitching at the edge of ejaculation! The real pain was about to begin, when his security team…which you were strangely not a part of, Iron man…began breaking down the front door. I had the neck of Stark’s scrotum surrounded by the sharp edges of the hooked castration knife as I asked my questions at that point. I must admit, even had he answered, I would have finished my blow job and taken Stark’s testicles had I not been interrupted. Then I would have used the knife on the base of his then worthless cock and left him to bleed to death. I was not a nice person to know when I was doing my duty for mother Russia.”

Iron Man gasped as the Black Widow lowered her mouth back over his member as he remembered that day so long ago. Stark hadn’t known how close to disaster he had been.

“Ah, I see you are now ready for our teambuilding exercise, Iron Man,” Natasha observed with a chuckle as she stood, stepped to the side of the narrow guillotine, and pulled a strap around his armor covered buttocks, threaded it through its buckle, and cinched it tight. The Black Widow then used a small knob-like handle at the back of the guillotine to rotate an iris attached to the upper lunette closed around Iron Man’s turgid penis. The smoking hot redhead then stood and whispered into the right ear covering of the golden Avenger’s helmet, “There is something you should know, my onetime adversary. As part of my training, I was taught to never forget the feel and taste of any particular cock in my mouth. I now know why you were not part of Stark’s rescue team, Iron Man. It seems the Black Widow may still complete her mission to collect Tony Stark’s cock, nyet?”

Tony Stark shivered as a chuckling Black Widow twisted the key in the activator lock, arming the amputation machine if the key was not a dummy, and then stepped back to the front of the guillotine and knelt. Stark moaned in delight as Natasha resumed giving him head.

“I will soon begin working in earnest to culminate you, my metal clad teammate,” Natasha announced in the sexiest voice she could manage. “You will not be able to resist whatever fate has in store for you for long. I must ask…thinking perhaps I will be lucky…and therefore you will not. May I band your penis with an elastrator band…so that if it is severed, the erection will be preserved? The Wasp, who has brought an elastrator with her, has told me of this ‘Authenticock Real-Cock Dildo factory’ which would, if you allow it, preserve your severed penis for use as a dildo. Perhaps then…if I am lucky…your penis will continue to bring much pleasure to women.” The Black Widow giggled as Iron Man’s penis began bobbing up and down of its own accord.

“Uhhmmm…errr…I hate to be a bad sport, Natasha, but I would rather you didn’t,” Iron Man mumbled softly as he noted the hopeful looks on the faces of the heroines before him, not to mention the wicked grin the Wasp was wearing . “Errr…is that what you would have done with Stark’s equipment had the security team not interrupted your…interrogation?”

“Very well and of course not!” the Black Widow replied seemingly undiscouraged. “Stark’s testicles and severed penis would have been flushed down the nearest toilet, and then I would have fled while he bled to death. You are fortunate that I am no longer a Russian asset. However, you are unfortunate that I am a skilled fellator. You will not feel pleasure long before we see if you have chosen the working key, Iron Man. As we are the first team to participate in this exercise we must set an example. Warn me that you are about to cum so that I may move my head out of the way of our audience’s view. As you said there will be no delay, if nothing happens once you begin spraying, I will return my mouth over your cock and enjoy the taste of your seed.

“Understood…I’ll warn you when I’m about to splort…and I’ll hope…hope to feel your mouth over me again,” Tony Stark stammered softly. Iron Man groaned as the Black Widow’s mouth immediately went over the end of his rock-hard manhood.

Natasha bobbed her head five times over the full length of Iron Man’s penis, sucked hard as she swirled her tongue around the corona of his glans, pushed her head firmly forward until the bulbous tip parted her tonsils, rotated her head back and forth three times, pushed her head forward again until the spongy glans was lodged into her throat, and began swallowing around the tumid organ. The sultry Russian grinned around the throbbing member as she heard Iron Man gasp.

“CRAP!” Stark hissed as his eyes rolled back. “ENOUGH! I can’t….” Tony moaned with disappointment as the Black Widow pulled her head away from his erection and began jerking her right hand up and down his shaft. “GOD NO!” Iron Man choked out as his testicles burned and his prostrate began pulsing, sending semen spraying outward. A second-and-a-half later, Stark called out, “YES! Drink my cum, you foxy Russian slut!” as the Black Widow resumed bobbing her head over his throbbing penis. Iron Man wasn’t going to be the one getting cut! Tony Stark chuckled as the crowd around him frowned and grumbled.

The Black Widow laughed as ejaculation ended, smeared the semen on her chin over her face, stood, and quickly untied Iron Man’s gauntlet wrists, leaving the ropes dangling from the restraint loops. “I told you men find thoughts of their castration and/or penectomy sexually arousing, my armored friend,” Natasha chortled with a grin on her face as she retrieved both keys. “Was not this teambuilding exercise more enjoyable than either of us anticipated, Iron Man? Neither of us resisted climax under the threatening blades for long. Come, let us select the next two participants in this exciting exercise, while I mull over whether or not to be offended by an ill chosen phrase uttered in the throes of ecstasy.”

“Oh!” Iron Man grunted as the snapped his pee port back in place while he watched the Russian beauty quickly put her costume back on. As he followed the Black Widow towards Jarvis, who held a metal pot in the air above his head in each hand, he softly declared, “Sorry about the Russian slut crack, Natasha. What say we forget about that…and the near castration of my employer, Mr. Stark?”

“Very well, Iron Man,” Natasha replied as she tossed the keys onto the table behind Jarvis and pulled a folded card from the mens’ pot. “Pull your card, read it, and announce our next debreasting contestant, before I read this card and announce the man she may very well get a chance to de-cock.” Natasha grinned as Iron Man nodded and pulled a card out of the girl’ pot.

“Our next female participant in this teambuilding exercise will be…oh my…the Huntress!” Iron Man called out loudly from within his metal helmet. “I’d wish you luck, Justice Leaguer, but, in truth, I’d love to see your pretty boobs hit the floor…again! Natasha?”

“Now, this is a most interesting twist” Natasha giggled as she read her card. “This next game of guillotine roulette will be played by guests and not Avengers. Reed Richards….that is…Mister Fantastic, will be the man getting the chance to debreast the youngest girl in the room. However, I must admit I hope the Huntress harvests your manhood instead, Reed. Good luck to you both, although I am quite sure the rest of the room is hoping one of you picks a working key!”

“That will be enough, Master Iron Man and Miss Natasha,” Jarvis interjected as he exchanged name pots for key pots. “No teasing, remember! Please return to your seats. Will Mr. Richards and Mistress Huntress please come and select a key from the appropriate pots. I, naturally, wish both of you good fortune.” Jarvis maintained an air of dignity as the next two participants hurried forward with concern on their faces.

“Are you up for slow and gentle sex, with a little metahuman kinkiness thrown in, to make the experience somewhat unique for you, Huntress?” Reed Richards asked softly with a goofy grin on his face as he tugged outward with his gloveless hands on the turgid nipples tipping Helena Bertinelli’s perfect-shaped C-cups as he stood before the breast guillotine. Mister Fantastic was nude below the waist but wearing his blue uniform top bearing the Fantastic Four logo. Helena had stripped most of her Huntress costume off, but had chosen to retain her thigh-high boots, shoulder-length gloves, and harness belt, as well as her double-peaked mask, naturally, all purple and/or blue in color.

The mob boss’s daughter frowned at the brown-eyed man with graying brown hair before her with disapproval in her gleaming blue eyes. Helena had already had her wrists tied to the breast guillotine’s restraint loops, and the straps behind her back held her chest firmly against the lunettes surrounding her targeted breasts. The Huntress wondered if Mr. Fantastic thought this rather sordid teambuilding exercise, which more than a few of the costumed vigilantes in the room had moved from their seats to crowd around the guillotines to watch, was a game. “You go ahead and try to force climax on me in whatever way you think will work best for you, Mr. Richards,” Helena replied softly. “You can’t debreast me if I can resist orgasm. This is a training exercise, so you can bet I’ll be working to improve my ability to do what I would be doing if this was the real deal…resisting climax with every ounce of willpower I can muster. Unlike the Scarlet Witch...I don’t want to be debreasted…again.”

“Yes…of course…Huntress,” Mister Fantastic acknowledged with obvious chagrin on his face as he twisted the key in the guillotine’s locking mechanism to activate the amputation machine—if the key wasn’t a fake—and stepped behind the long-raven-haired Justice Leaguer, “and I should be doing what the villain trying to maim you would be doing…making you cum hard so that you’ll regret having a healthy libido! I will try to get into my part…ummm, I think my wife said your first name was, Helena…but do forgive me if I also try to enjoy being with a healthy young woman that I don’t happen to be married to. I’ve lived a monogamous life for many years now, and, although I love Sue dearly, I’ve made no secret of the fact that I will enjoy the freedom this training exercise gives me to put that monogamy aside.”

The Huntress laughed rather more loudly than she felt comfortable with. Blushing badly, she twisted her head and declared with obvious regret, “Please overlook my lack of respect, Mr. Richards! I really didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just that…well…to put it bluntly…you’re sort of coming off as a dirty old man. Look…it’s your job to have intercourse with me in hopes of setting off the guillotine blade release mechanism when I orgasm. I can assure you that, if I can’t resist that orgasm, I’ll enjoy it just as much as you do. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I like having sex with men…even nerdy scientists that I just met.”

“Good, Helena,” Reed replied while ignoring both the Justice Leaguer’s apology and her reason for needing to make it, “because resisting climax, while a laudable goal, is not an easy thing to do if your sexual partner knows what they are doing and diligently puts their mind to doing what they know.” Mister Fantastic chuckled softly as his right arm stretched around the guillotine frame like a rubber band so that he could begin tweaking the Huntress’s nipples, one breast tip at a time for several seconds at a turn, while his left arm stretched downward so that he could gently brush his left index finger around the rim of Helena’s engorged clitoris, causing the costumed crime fighter to gasp. “Flexibility and informed psychology will help make sure that enjoyment comes to you sooner rather than later. In preparing for your imminent involvement in a 41^st Century foxhunt, I presume you had your pregnancy protection flushed from your system recently?”

“Yes…yesterday…why?” the Huntress stuttered as her sex began to grow wet from Mister Fantastic’s digital manipulations. Helena was all too aware of Reed’s stiff and swollen manhood brushing against her left inner thigh.

“I guessed such a timeframe likely, Helena,” Mister Fantastic chortled softly. “A gorgeous girl in your avocation would want to be protected right up until the last possible minute. Of course, and you probably know this, you ovulated a few hours after the protective drugs were removed from your bloodstream. I hope you agree that it was fortunate that you were pressed into this particular teambuilding exercise. It will be my sperm that will be fertilizing your fresh and ripe ovum, or even ova, instead of those 41^st Century foxhunters! If they trap you during the hunt and toss you into detention, rather than the rather more terminal alternative, it will be my offspring growing in your womb.”

“FUCK ME!” Helena Bertinelli exclaimed loudly as the truth of the nerdy scientist’s words dawned on her just as Mister Fantastic adjusted his hips to push the glans of the penis the dark-haired vigilante had judged to be about seven-and-a-half inches long between her labial lips.

“Glad to!” Reed Richards agreed with a chuckle, before watching Huntress’s blush deepen as she realized her exercise partner was treating her expletive as a request. Then the nerdy scientist slowly pushed his erection into her vagina.

Helena swallowed loudly as she staved off a low guttural moan as her love canal was filled, and tried to ignore the pleasant intrusion by admitting, “I hadn’t even considered the possibility of ending up bigged if I didn’t outfox the foxhunters. The girls didn’t say anything about being detained for any length of time! Do the foxhunters commonly do that?”

“Put captured foxes in detention?” Mister Fantastic snorted sarcastically. “I don’t know and neither do my wife and her friends. You silly girls are recklessly challenging murderers and cannibals to a game in which the rules are unknown and probably change as the hunt progresses. I know that Wanda is mostly at fault for this, Helena, but I’m still going to enjoy impregnating you as a small punishment for your involvement; a punishment that may include causing you to be debreasted as well. Now let me show you what a dirty not-so-old man can do with his magic cock!”

“OHHHhh…OH…Mary, holy mother of Christ!” the Huntress gasped out loudly as Mister Fantastic began humping his penis into her vagina while he continued to circle her clitoris with his left index finger and tweak both breasts simultaneously with the outrageously stretched fingers of his right hand. Helena’s outcry of astonishment was caused by the patriarch of the Fantastic Four’s manhood’s rapid changes in size and shape—one thrust it would balloon outward and become outrageously girthed and the next it would become twice as long and rather pointed. Sometimes the member was smooth, and sometimes it was crinkly or knobby. The sultry, hard bodied, masked manhunter quickly found herself gasping and moaning under the malleable bodied super scientist’s octopus-like assault.

Reed Richards grinned as he felt the firm athletic body of the teenage superheroine respond to his flexible ministrations like a well-tuned guitar. The nerdy inventor enjoyed the near virginal tightness of the Huntress’s vagina around his morphing member, and found satisfaction in the moaning Justice Leaguer’s growing wetness. Mister Fantastic knew he already had the raven-haired crime buster on the verge of ecstasy and, possibly, a double mastectomy. Reed began slowing the pace of his thrusts and the extent of his intra-vaginal morphing. It was time to grow closer to ejaculation before he resumed his attempts to throw the Huntress over the cliff of orgasmic bliss. Mister Fantastic knew he would relish that moment, perhaps less so if the long-haired beauty had picked the key that would see her undergo sudden breast-reduction therapy.

“OH…Oh…jeese!” Helena gasped softly as the glow in her sex continued to grow. She couldn’t deny how pleasant it felt! The Huntress forced her gaze to focus on the guillotine blade above her jiggling breasts as she whispered, “You know…Reed…what I’m feeling now…isn’t what I…expected…when I got…paired…with you. I was…glad…in a way…that I didn’t…get paired…with one of the hunks…like Thor…or Hercules. I thought…I could show off…my restraint. Boy…was I…wrong! I gotta…tell you! This is…a…marvelous…ride! I won’t even…mind…that you’re….going to make…me pregnant! Well…pregnant for…a couple of…days…if we teach…those foxhunters…a lesson. Even less…if they…eat me! Come on…Reed Richards! Seed me good!”

As Mister Fantastic grinned with obvious pride at the Huntress’s praise and urging, there was a sensation of tightness growing in his loins and a faint burning sensation beginning to fill his scrotum. Reed resumed humping harder into the Huntress’s vagina and, as her gasps and moans grew louder, again began forcing his penis to rapidly change shapes and sizes. The nerdy scientist felt himself growing ever closer to ejaculation.

“Don’t worry about a bunch of useless outlaws, heroine,” Reed urged softly as he plundered the Huntress’s sex. “You’ll kick their asses like you always do with criminal bums. You have more important considerations…just now. It’s time to cum and find out if that angled blade is going to do its work on your pretty chest. Don’t fight it, girl! Let’s hear you give it to me! GGGggaaahhhh!”

The Huntress gasped at the end of a long needful moan as her vagina was suddenly filled with warm wetness and the penis inside her began fluttering in a more familiar rhythm. Helena felt the pleasant glow in her loins suddenly explode into ecstasy, and she heard herself sing, “Hhhggghhh! UUHHHHGH! OOOOHHYYEEAAHH!” The Justice Leaguer moaned in the midst of one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced, while desperately trying to keep her eyes focused on the sharp slanted guillotine blade high above her head. Staccato sighs of ecstasy, her own sighs, seemed to fill the world around her forever, until finally she heard, seemingly in the distance behind her, “Well done, Helena! You picked a dummy key. You keep your breasts today. Let’s have you show off your oral skills, while I find out if I was lucky too!”

Helena Bertinelli grinned sheepishly at the disappointed faces around her as Reed quickly untied her wrists and unstrapped her upper torso, as she quipped, “Oh great, why do I feel like I’m still in the hot seat? I’ll do my best, Mr. Richards, but I should probably admit that when it comes to blow jobs, I’m probably one of the least experienced girls in the hero business. Let’s hope you’re really turned on by the sight of a razor-sharp blade dangling above the base of your penis.”

“I’m sure I’ll enjoy your wet mouth over my manhood just fine, Huntress,” Mister Fantastic chortled softly as he handed the raven-haired Justice Leaguer his key and then stepped behind the penis guillotine and pressed his wrists against the restraint loops on the outside of the docking machine’s posts. As the patriarch of the Fantastic Four glanced up at the razor-sharp angled blade while the Huntress secured his wrists, he added, “I’ll give no credit to any secret fantasies I might have about getting myself pruned if I ejaculate quickly into your mouth, Helena.”

“Thank you for being so considerate, Mister Fantastic,” the Huntress replied with a chuckle as she fit the key into the amputation machine’s activator lock. “Now, push that stiff appendage I’m hoping to severely truncate through the de-cocking portal and center it so that I can dial the iris closed around you sex life. While you’re obviously not anywhere near as well hung as many of the men in the room, you’ve a truly admirable phallus, due to those fantastic metahuman abilities you possess, Mr. Richards. I can tell you, after the ride you just gave me with my breasts under a similar blade, I’m really jealous of Sue. However, for the purpose of this half of our teambuilding exercise together, I want you’re penis sized and shaped the way it would be if you’d been fitted with a metahuman power inhibitor collar. If that embarrasses you, well tough! If it makes you feel any better, just remember it’s going to be in my mouth for a good part of the time.”

“Yes, Huntress, thanks for reminding me of Cap’s instructions not to use our super abilities while under the guillotine blades,” Mister Fantastic grumbled with a reddened face as he pressed his hips firmly against the lower lunette while on onlookers giggled or chuckled. “Not to mention your stating the obvious. I’d point out that my equipment is better than average sized if I thought it really mattered. It doesn’t! My wife chose me, and not my much better hung rival, Victor von Doom, for her affections at the time it mattered. How’s that?”

“Do you mean, how is your positioning?” Helena asked with her own blush obvious as she reached out from in front of the front of the guillotine to tug outward on Reed Richard’s average girthed erection. “Perfect! Let me tighten the strap around your buttocks and dial that iris closed and I’ll use you to fill my mouth so that I can’t continue to make an ass of myself. Sorry for my lack of tact!”

“Happens to the best of us, Helena,” Reed chirped as the dark-haired Italian girl busied herself with securing him to the guillotine and his erection in the path of disaster. “If you give your fellatio your full attention, I assure you I’ll forget all about it. I’m thinking that, if your oral skills don’t meet regulation superheroine standards, I may blackmail you into joining my wife and a couple of her time-traveling friends at the Baxter Building some night, while they use me to give you fellatio lessons.”

“I assure you, that will be unnecessary, Mr. Richards,” the Huntress responded as a brief flash of indignation was replaced by a smirk on her face as she moved back to the front of the guillotine and took her knees. “I said I wasn’t very experienced with giving blow jobs…compared to the other girls in the room. I didn’t say I wasn’t any good at giving head. Still, you won’t need to resort to blackmail when bribery will work just fine. You get your wife to let you give me another ride on the magic penis, and I’ll let Sue and her friends coach me on fellatio techniques anytime, anywhere!” Helena giggled as she leaned forward and pushed her mouth over Mister Fantastic’s erection.

“As my wife…ummmm, nice…is still trying to work herself out of the doghouse…yes, that does feel good…you can count on that…invitation…oh, boy…I’m glad I invited myself to this shindig…to be in the mail quite soon…Huntress,” Reed Richard sputtered with a grin on his face as he peered over the upper lunette to watch the Justice Leaguer slobber over his manhood. “However…before you really get your rhythm going…maybe you should…turn the key…and activate my guillotine.”

“OH HELL!” the Huntress, after pulling her mouth off Mister Fantastic’s member, spat with obvious chagrin on her face as the costumed vigilantes around her chuckled and giggled. Helena quickly stood, twisted the key to arm the amputation machine, and retook her knees, before explaining, “I also forgot to band you so that, if you do get cut, your wife can have your severed penis turned into a ‘real cock’ dildo. Unlike Iron Man, you don’t get a choice, so I’m guessing that doghouse Sue’s supposedly in comes with an easily opened door.”

“Something like that,” Reed muttered as he watched the Wasp step behind the Huntress with a Tri-bander elastrator in hand, and took a little green latex elastic ring and slipped it over the four metal posts projecting upward at the tip of the pliers-like device. While the room looked on, Janet Van Dyne squeezed the handles, compressing rear-pointing-shallow-V-shaped components and attached rods between the pliers’ handles. This forced open the jaws of the pliers, prying the front posts apart sideways and pulling the rear posts backwards as well as pushing them apart, stretching open the powerful elastic ring. The Wasp pointed at the posts and then towards Reed, before handing the readied castration tool to the Huntress. Helena deftly pushed the tip of the elastrator and the squared elastic ring over Reed’s manhood, positioning the ring at the base of his penis just outside the downward path the guillotine blade would take should it be released.

“Okay, I’m going to go back to giving you head, Mr. Richards,” the Huntress announced softly with a sexy grin on her face. “When you’re fully erect, I’m going to push the ring off the ring posts, allowing the elastic ring to compress around the base of your penis, trapping the blood that’s giving you that hard-on so that, if you picked the working key, the stiffness will be preserved in the ‘real cock’ dildo your wife hopes to convert your severed appendage into. Be sure to let me know if you think you might ejaculate, so I don’t screw things up by waiting too long!”

Mister Fantastic moaned in pleasure as the Huntress pushed her head forward and took him into her warm, wet mouth. Helena sucked and slurped for only about ten seconds before he began gasping with obvious arousal. Before Reed could call out, the nerdy scientist-cum-superhero heard a loud snap and spat, “OUCH!” as he felt the base of his penis violently compressed. “Was that really necessary?”

“Your wife said it was!” Helena spat back with a grin on her face, before continuing in an almost pleading tone. “Don’t worry, Mister Richards, the banding won’t interfere with ejaculation because the urethra through which your seed flows is in the center of your penis. Shall we get on with finding out rather or not that’s the working key?” The Huntress grinned as Mister Fantastic nodded eagerly. “I thought you might want to get back to assessing my oral skills!”

After returning the banding device back to the Wasp, the Justice Leaguer bobbed her head a half dozen times over bulbous tip of Mister Fantastic’s penis before sucking on the glans like a lollipop in her mouth. As Reed moaned in pleasure, Helena released the penis to lick up and down the underside of his shaft, while reaching under the guillotine and between its posts to gently fondle his testicles.

Mister Fantastic moaned softly in pleasure and raised his eyes to the razor sharp angled blade above him. If he ejaculated, and if he’d picked the one true key for the penis guillotine, the blade would suddenly drop. The 30 pounds of razor-sharp metal—mouton and blade assembly—would drop a little over 4 feet in a fraction of a second, severing his penis in less than 0.005 seconds. Then, the pleasure stick he was so fond of would simply drop onto the Avengers’ study’s wooden floor.

Reed grinned sheepishly and blushed badly as he felt a familiar tightness begin to grow in the scrotum between his legs as the Huntress took him back into her mouth. The Fantastic Four’s team leader was finding the thought of losing his penis to a sharp falling blade to be erotic. Reed knew he could only accept the thought of being unmanned so calmly because he assumed the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator should be able to restore his manhood; however, Richards was also aware that the potential for device failure, although statistically negligible, was very real. Many men would have found their erections wilting as a growing doubt began to magnify the threat posed by the angled penectomy blade; for Reed Richards the possibility that he had picked the working key for the penis docking machine was merely making his erection stiffer and the Huntress’s task easier.

The Huntress chuckled around the warm, stiff phallus in her mouth as she watched the intense concentration grow on Mister Fantastic’s face as he stared upward at the penis guillotine’s razor-sharp blade. Helena knew the graying man was growing closer to ejaculation. She could taste the sticky, slightly tangy seminal fluid leaking from Reed’s meatus. The trim athletic Justice Leaguer decided it was about time to culminate the game of guillotine roulette she had been playing with Reed Richards. He, she felt certain, had hoped to debreast her by forcing climax upon her moments earlier. Now it was time for the nerdy scientist to pay the piper, and become the first man on the Huntress’s new adventure to pony up boy parts.

As Helena continued to alternate bobbing her head up and down over Mister Fantastic’s erection with sucking on the spongy glans like a lollipop, she considered how ironic it would be if it was her fellow foxhunt participant’s husband that forfeited the first male assets. The Invisible Woman had seemed the least enthusiastic of the three east-coast girls she was about to travel to the future with, when it came to destroying the ability of the rapists and murderers who called themselves foxhunters to continue to play their sexist games with 41^st Century girls. It had even been the Wasp who had come up with the plan to band the male participants of this teambuilding exercise, in hopes of preserving a severed penis for post-severing bedroom fun, rather than the Invisible Woman as Helena had claimed. The Huntress shrugged her shoulders as the ‘bleachy’ taste increased; given the presence of the alien healing machine in a nearby room of the Avengers’ Mansion, Sue Richards would probably cheer as loudly as the rest of the girls in the room if Helena actually managed to give her husband’s penis a proper docking!

Mister Fantastic moaned more loudly in pleasure as he continued to stare at the razor-sharp angled blade above him. Despite the Huntress’s seemingly rather limited range of fellatio techniques, the glow in his testicles and the tightness in his loins was steadily growing. Helena’s oral efforts, he knew, were about to culminate him. “If you’re waiting until the very last minute to show off your deep throating skill, Huntress, now is the time to shine girl. Get to it, but be ready to get out of the way. I’m close to splorting!”

Helena Bertinelli blushed badly as she slurped on Mister Fantastic’s penis glans, and then grinned. The Fantastic Four’s front man had thrown down the gauntlet while, at the same time, admitting she had him at her mercy. The Huntress pushed her face forward until she felt pubic hair tickling her lips, gagged, pulled back, and pushed forward again to gag again with the mushroomed head of the penis pushing into her esophagus. Helena felt Reed tense, so she pulled back and sideways. As her mouth came off Richards’ inseminator, Helena quickly but firmly gripped the bobbing shaft and began stroking her fist up and down its length.

“AAHHhhh YEEAAHhhh!” Reed Richards roared as his prostrate contracted hard and ecstasy engulfed his manhood. Mister Fantastic began squirting rope after rope of semen towards the assembly of do-gooders waiting with baited breath for a dramatic foreshortening as he stared unblinkingly at the angled blade above him.

To a giggling Huntress’s credit, she was quick witted enough to remember there wasn’t a delay set between climax detection and blade release for the penis guillotine, and had her mouth back over Mister Fantastic’s spurting penis in time to catch his third squirt. In a few seconds that seemed like minutes, Helena’s mouth was full of warm, sticky semen. When Reed’s ejaculations had finally subsided, the Justice Leaguer stood, turned to the audience, opened her mouth to make sure the matriarch of the Fantastic Four got a good view of her overflowing mouth, and swallowed. Helena laughed loudly, turned back towards the guillotine, kissed Reed full on the lips, and began untying his wrists as she chortled, “You picked a false key too, Mr. Richards! Why do you look like someone just ate your lunch? Do you think Sue needed a new bedroom toy THAT badly?”

“Whaa…?” Reed coughed as he blushed beet red while the Huntress finished releasing him from the penis guillotine. “Never mind! Now get this band off me before my favorite body part dies of strangulation.”

“It will take a good deal longer for that to happen, Mister Richards,” Helena quipped jovially. “Besides, as the Wasp just handed your wife tweezers and surgical scissors, I’m assuming Sue’s going to take care of un-banding HER penis herself. As Sue and the Scarlet Witch have collected our clothes and are hauling them back to our seats, I’m also assuming their going to make us select the next pair for the teambuilding exercise in the nude. Oh well, I never considered myself a prude anyhow. Shall we?”

“Yes…why not,” Reed muttered as the mostly nude Huntress started towards Jarvis, who already had the ‘heroine’s’ pot raised above eye level, “although I’d rather have one of those post-sex relaxation moments first. Wanda must be worried this party might run long and you gals will miss out on playing a potentially fatal game of hide-and-seek.”

“It’s not a frivolous thing, I gather, Mr. Richards,” the Huntress hissed softly. “From what Wanda told me, it would be considered a very serious crime for her to break her word and not show up for the foxhunt. I gather committing said crime would result in her execution, probably by the Jennings fellow she seems to consider a friend, and her carcass turned over to the leader of the foxhunters…to be used as…. Well you used the ‘C’ word while I was risking my breasts. Speaking of breasts at risk, you draw the next girl and announce her name first, right?”

“Yes, that’s right, Helena,” Mister Fantastic replied with a shrug of his shoulders as he nodded to the bald man stirring the pot. “Jarvis?”

“Yes, Mr. Richards,” the stately butler replied smartly. “Well done, sir, and you too, Mistress Huntress. This is the ladies’ pot, sir. I must say, I admire your courage in pulling the next heroine’s name full monty. Whomever you announce may take offense if you’re enthusiasm at the prospect of seeing her debreasted becomes rather evident…or may instead feel insulted if your respect for her attractiveness isn’t firmly obvious.”

“Yes, quite a dilemma isn’t it, Jarvis,” Reed acknowledged with a grin as he reached up and pulled a folded card from the metal pot and then read it. “Oh boy! I’m afraid I’m unable to hide neither my enthusiastic hope that I’ll soon be seeing this brave woman debreasted, nor the fact that I find her sexually attractive even though I’ve yet to see her disrobed. I did marry a blonde, after all. The next female participant in our teambuilding exercise will be Captain Marvel.”

“Gentlemen, do show some decorum!” Jarvis called out over the catcalls and wolf whistles erupting from the room as he set down the pot, while noting that a tall masked blonde was blushing as she stared at Mister Fantastic’s penile salute to her selection. “That goes for you ladies too…in advance of Mistress Huntress’s selection of Captain Marvel’s teambuilding exercise partner.” Jarvis pulled one of the two pots from the other table, made a show of stirring the cards in the pot, and held it high as he faced the Huntress. “If you please, Mistress.”

“Not a problem, Jarvis,” Helena replied as she reached into the pot and read the card. “The hero hoping to debreast Captain Marvel, and who most of the rest of us…the ladies at least…hope to see docked by the blonde bombshell is a fellow archer. Hawkeye, you can join Captain Marvel over here in selecting a key. While you’re doing that, please forgive me while I rush back to my seat and get back into costume. Good luck to both of you!”

“You know I’m really going to enjoy this, Ms. Marvel!” Hawkeye, dressed in his purple archer’s outfit minus only its pee port, chortled softly as he cinched the second, lower, chest strap around the tall athletic Kree-spawned heroine before him. “I’m going to really enjoy sending those huge bazongas of yours plopping onto the floor while I’m feeding you my baby-maker juice, blondie!” The muscular blonde archer whose civilian name was Clint Barton had, at six-foot-three-inches tall and 230 pounds, four inches and sixty-five pounds on the long-haired blonde amazon-like superheroine tied to the guillotine before him, but still felt more than a little intimidated by the woman with the fine-featured face and pretty blue eyes.

“Captain Marvel, Hawkeye!” Carol Danvers, dressed only in her thigh-high boots, long fashion gloves, and domino mask, all black in color, and red waist sash, replied with obvious irritation as Barton sauntered around the guillotine to stand before her. Carol, who had already abandoned her black leotard with the yellow Z-like symbol across its torso to make her vulva ready for sex and her breasts available for potential amputation, wasn’t at all pleased with either Hawkeye’s teasing or the way he was ogling her breasts. “I stopped calling myself Ms. Marvel some time ago!”

As Captain Marvel lowered her eyes to stare past the hands that were reaching towards her at-risk assets, she admonished softly, “And you really didn’t need to state the obvious, bowman! I can tell from the seminal fluid leaking out of the tip of that stiff eight incher that you’re eager to have intercourse. Have intercourse before I put you in the other guillotine and give you the docking you deserve, Hawkeye!”

“Eight-and-a-half-inches long and pushing two-inches thick, babe,” Hawkeye chortled softly as he grabbed and tugged outwards on each of Captain Marvel’s engorged nipples, “and, although I AM looking forward to seeding that hot box of yours, it’s the sound of these melons splatting on the floor that I’m eager for. Come on, push these…what cup size are they…giant jugs further onto this side of the lunettes so that I can slice these milk bags properly from your chest, blondie, and put an abrupt end to any fantasies you might have about shortening my equipment.”

“D today…they vary between C-cups and D-cups, depending on my weight or, sometimes it seems, time of the month, if that’s any of your business, Barton,” Captain Marvel spat with obvious irritation as Hawkeye continued to tug firmly outward on her nipples. “Yes it sucks to have to maintain two sizes of brassieres in my wardrobe. As for your own fantasy, you’ve got all of me under the blade that you’re going to get. My positioning was spot on as usual. Besides, I don’t see why a millimeter more or less makes a difference. It’s still going to hurt like hell if I had the bad luck of drawing the one working key…or you did for the other guillotine.”

“If I get lucky, Ms. Marvel,” Hawkeye chided jovially with a mean grin on his face as he stepped to the side of the breast guillotine and pulled firmly on each of the two chest straps, “there’s good news and bad news for you. The good news is, if you lose these tits in a few minutes and the Chula device grows you some new ones…assuming it doesn’t break beforehand…I hear you’ll gain a half cup size so you can throw half your bras away. The bad news is, if I manage to force a debreasting on you, I’m going to have your tits stuffed and mounted on a trophy board, which I’ll hang on the wall over my bed. So every millimeter does matter. I suspect the fillies joining me for a bedroom romp will really get a kick out of the boobs that were yours…the boobs that are soon to be mine, babe! Your key?”

“In my right hand!” Captain Marvel spat with a confused look on her face as Hawkeye took the key from her. “Nobody said anything about severed body parts being preserved as trophies you sexist bas…. Stop calling me Ms. Marvel! Stop calling me babe, as well. My first name is Carol, Clint. Okay, now that I’m a few microseconds further away from exploding, I’ll try that again. Nobody said that the training exercise, as ridiculous as it is, would result in someone using the loser’s forfeited assets to tease him or her with for the rest of their lives.”

“Now,” Carol continued after taking a deep breath while she watched a grinning Hawkeye insert the key, and twist it to potentially arm the breast guillotine, “I did hear Black Widow ask Iron Man if she could band him to preserve his boy part, and he said no. That means what happens to any amputated breasts or penises is up to the girl or boy that takes the cut. However, I don’t want to come off as a prissy sissy, Clint. Tell you what, if you agree in advance to let me band you and preserve your severed penis, if I get lucky and you get unlucky, and put YOUR member on display at the venue of my choice, I’LL look the other way, if I get unlucky, and let you walk off with a set of bloody masses of mammary glands to do with as you want.”

“Not a chance, Carol,” Hawkeye grumbled angrily back as he stepped behind Captain Marvel and began stroking his member with his right hand. “If I get unlucky and you keep those melons on your chest, I’m going to want to enjoy your blow job as my consolation prize. I don’t care what anyone says. Being banded would hamper that enjoyment. Not that it’s going to come to that. I’m going to rape you where you stand until you climax, and you are going to get those massive chest balloons of yours royally popped, you feminist slut. Then I’ll do what I can to argue that the harvested melons belong to the harvester. What do you think of them apples, Carol? This whole scene must have the women’s libber in you screaming in outrage.”

“No, you misogynist asshole,” Captain Marvel hissed back as she fumed with anger, “while I think this whole exercise is foolish and in poor taste, the one favorable point that comes to Captain America’s defense for implementing it IS that men and women are taking relatively equal risks. You know, Clint, I actually was something of a leader in the feminist movement in my civilian life not that many years ago.” Carol grinned as she remembered her stint as the editor of ‘Woman’ magazine. “Forcing men to let women take equal risks as well as have equal opportunities is exactly what I wanted then, and, while some progress has been made along those lines, I still want to see our society live that dream to its fullest extent.”

“Now,” Carol Danvers continued with a quirky look on her face as Clint Barton reached around her hips to finger her sex with his left hand, “I might be a bit peeved with the sexual aspect of this exercise, given that both men and women get erotic pleasure during the stint with the breast guillotine, and the women GIVE the men pleasure by performing oral sex during the penis guillotine part of the exercise. However, given the parameters of the exercise, which as I understand it were originally developed by one of my female teammates, I don’t see a way around that small point.” Carol winked to the Wasp, who had originally suggested to guillotine game several years before, and then added, “So why don’t you show me that erection you’re sporting isn’t just for show, and let’s put this whole sordid affair behind us.”

“Now that’s a suggestion I don’t mind taking you up on, Captain Marvel,” Hawkeye chuckled softly into the back of Carol’s head, before leaning down and kissing the side of her neck while he rubbed the glans of his penis back and forth between the Kree-spawned heroine’s labia minora with his right hand. “I’m even tempted to stop teasing you about the tits your about to kiss goodbye to, Carol, given the fact that you’re being a better sport about this than I anticipated. Only tempted!” Clint grunted as he firmly thrust his erection to the hilt in the blonde bombshell’s vagina.

“OHHhhh UH UH!” Carol Danvers gasped as her sex was brutally filled. Captain Marvel let out a slow guttural moan as Hawkeye slowly pulled his member back until only his glans was still between her lower lips, before grunting again as the Avengers’ archer thrust back into her. Carol tried to form a bored look on her face. She wanted to hide her emotions from her fellow teammates. Public sex was not, unlike many of the other girls, something she had extensive experience with. The tall athletic blonde bit her lip as she took another firm inward thrust, as it crossed her mind that her most memorable forced sex experiences, and what Hawkeye was doing to her felt like forced sex, had been with alien creatures like the Brood. One thought led to another and she soon found herself contemplating her ‘seventh sense’ premonition during the recent Brood incident.

“OH, Ah Uh Oh!” Captain Marvel gasped and grunted in rhythm with Hawkeye’s now more energetic humping. Carol’s sex was growing wetter with each inward thrust! The memories of the Brood incident—the premonition of the falling blade and the agony that soon had erupted from her chest as her ‘seventh sense’ had swallowed her id, causing her to lose awareness of the Brood warrior who was preparing to inseminate her with his universally potent seed—added fuel to the need growing in the Kree-spawned superheroine’s loins. With remembrance, Captain Marvel became certain that the precognitive event was an accurate warning of not just something that would happen to her in the future, but of an imminent event!

“No…this is damned fubar!” Carol Danvers spat with a mixture of fear and anger as the reality of what was about to happen hit her with all certainty. The blonde bombshell fought against panic for several seconds before gathering her courage and forcing herself to focus on one salient fact—as painful as a debreasting might be, she had experienced much worse. Nothing was likely to approach the agony that had engulfed her entire body when the Psyche-Magnetron had exploded and the energy influx had caused her genetic structure to meld with that of Captain Mar-vell’s, creating the first human-Kree hybrid—herself. That was the day Carol became a metahuman!

“You don’t like getting your ass raped before an audience of your peers?” Hawkeye jibed softly with laughter in his blue eyes upon hearing Captain Marvel’s exclamation, as he continued to fornicate with the blonde bombshell. “Or is it just embarrassment over the fact that I’m about to force climax on you after only a few minutes of intercourse, revealing you for the sex whore you, like most superheroines, are?”

“OH, Ah, what a boorish…OH…buffoon, you are, Clint!” Carol observed as her sex, glowing with pleasure, was pummeled by the archer behind her. “I may be embarrassed…Ah Uh…at the public sex…oh yeah…haven’t done it much…Uh Uh…but that doesn’t mean…UH AH…that I’m not enjoying it. OH OOOHH! I’m an adult…FUCK yes! Fubar is a military term…Um Um…for fucked up beyond all recognition. My precognitive power just kicked in…Ah AHHhhh! You made a bad decision! Oh…give it to me! Oh GOD yeah! I picked the working key! UH HUH! The thought of the blade…falling…is making me…oh so…WET! I’m about to…Oh OH ohhhh…take the chop! But…not going…to be hanging…on your…wall. FUCK ME HARDER, HAWKEYE!”

“What?” Clint Barton asked with astonishment on his face. “I’m going to be the winner? YAHOOO! I can’t wait to hear the wet double plop! Take this, bitch!” Hawkeye began fucking furiously into Captain Marvel’s vagina as he fingered her clitoris with his left hand.

“OHOHOOOoooiiiiiEEEe, UUUUUuuuuUUUUhhh, AAAAAAAHUUUHH!” Captain Marvel sighed/gasped as orgasmic ecstasy exploded through her loins. Carol grinned as the pleasure from the apex of her legs flooded through her brain. Then the blonde bombshell remembered the price she would soon pay for climactic bliss as Hawkeye hollered, “Don’t be teasing me, you foxy bitch! Pony up the tits already!” Captain Marvel felt warm liquid flood into her vagina as Hawkeye froze and grunted in ecstasy.

As wave after wave of climatic pleasure washed through her sex, and her female juices mixed with Barton’s excess semen coated her inner thighs, Carol stared up at the heavy debreasting blade, wondering why it was still motionless. Surely the three second delay between climax and blade release had passed already! Then Captain Marvel heard the distinct ‘click’!

As superheroines and superheroes, alike, in the room suddenly became completely silent, the Kree-spawned heroine knew that the guillotine blade high above the bases of her tender D-cups had been released by the orgasm detector’s remote activator. But the blade still wasn’t falling!

No! NO! It was beginning to fall! It was in slow motion, just barely below its perch beneath the guillotine posts’ crossbar, and there was a rattling sound and a gentle swoosh!

It was halfway to Carol’s head, and the swoosh was getting louder, threatening to drown out the staccato sighs of climax still being issued from her own throat.

Something was in front of the blonde bombshell’s face, just barely in front of her chin—the guillotine blade! She could feel a gentle breeze on her face, and the swoosh was a deafening roar!

“Hu…!” Carol Danvers began as she heard a ‘tap’, despite the roar, and felt a gentle pressure on the left side of her chest. “…uh?” the statuesque superheroine finished as the ‘tap’ morphed into a ‘pffpt’ and the gentle pressure on her chest became centered and she began to hear Hawkeye cheer behind her.

Captain Marvel threw her head forward as the blur in front of her abruptly disappeared, and stared at her D-cups, still hanging before the lunettes’ opening just as the roaring whoosh ended in a loud clang as the guillotine blade bottomed out on the blade stops, and fiery agony exploded from her chest.

Despite the intense pain that threatened to overwhelm her ongoing orgasm, Carol wondered for a split second if the sharp blade had somehow passed through her breasts like some mirage. Was it some new Kree-spawned ability? Then the blonde bombshell realized the breasts she stared at—her own breasts—were sliding downward to unveil her terrible chest wounds.

As the breasts lowered further and began a forward tumble, Captain Marvel could see the fatty breast tissue that covered her pectoral muscles, and spots of blood, some of which were clearly oozing. As the breasts’ tumbling continued and their nipples pointed downward, the tall athletic superheroine could seem the same yellowish white fatty tissue in the severed bases of the breasts.

Captain Marvel watched with widened eyes, hardly noticing the agony emanating from her chest or the ecstasy exploding from her loins, as the summersault slowed while the breast’s heavier bases faced downward and twin, turgid nipples pointed upward. Carol’s boobs remained nipples up for the final few inches of their downward plunge, until landing with a loud wet double-plopping sound on the Avengers’ study’s wooden floor.

As Hawkeye yelled in jubilation behind her, Carol, as well as the rest of the assembled heroes and heroines, watched in astonishment as the severed breasts jiggled for what seemed to be an eternity.

Then most of the room let out an audible gasp of relief. Captain Marvel had been debreasted! The blonde bombshell had taken the cut and they were safe! The tall and fit beauty’s breasts were still giggling on the floor, while she hung limply from the guillotine in the final throes of orgasm, when Carol heard someone, the Scarlet Witch, yell out, “Damn it, Hawkeye! Get her out of those straps and wrist ropes. Captain Marvel needs to be taken to the medical center where the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator is waiting to heal her wounds. Janet, where are those stasis boxes for Carol’s breasts? We’d best keep them in pristine condition while Captain America rules on whom they belong to and their disposition settled on!”

“Do as Wanda said!” Captain America barked from one side of the room over the suddenly noisy roomful of vigilantes. “Box the breasts yourself, collect Captain Marvel’s leotard, and bring them with you to join Giant-Man, Mister Fantastic, and myself, along with Hawkeye, in the medical center, Scarlet Witch. You’re finally going to take responsibility for this teambuilding event, while we discuss your future time-travel escapades. MOVE IT PEOPLE!”

Chapter 3. Plans and Reparations

I’ll take those, Witchie,” Hawkeye insisted as Captain America helped Captain Marvel towards the Avengers’ medical center while Giant-Man and Mister Fantastic led the way. Hawkeye had an expectant look on his face as he watched the Scarlet Witch seal the two fairly large high-tech boxes she had just placed the blonde bombshell’s severed breasts into, after lifting them from the floor by their still engorged nipples.

“Maybe you will, Barton,” Wanda Maximoff acknowledged gruffly with a smirk on her pretty face as she gathered up the boxes along with the black and yellow leotard, “if Carol agrees or Cap sides with you. Until then, I’ll follow Steve’s instructions. After you, Hawkeye!”

Hawkeye glared at the crimson-clad mutant for several seconds before hurrying after his guillotine roulette game partner. Wanda shook her head and smiled wryly as she turned to follow. It sounded like Cap was going to read her the riot act after Captain Marvel had gotten her breasts regenerated.

“Heads up, Wanda,” Janet Van Dyne, the winsome Wasp, chirped with a grin on her face before leaning nearer to whisper into the buxom crimson-clad Avenger’s ear, “I’ve been warned that, as soon as they’ve treated Carol and have gotten both her and Clint out of the room, the boys are going to demand to accompany us on one of our next girls’ nights out to Final Fantasy. Don’t forget the price for watching us getting debreasted is their making a trip to female utopia to lose their boy parts. Yeah, you probably anticipated that. The heads up is that Sue and I decided we should take two boys each with us. We’ll use the lesser hung of each of our pairs in the ‘choose-for-yourself eggs’ restaurant Reed described, and the better hung boys in the ‘emasculation game’ saloon. You better hurry after Hawkeye!”

“One last thing,” Janet called out as Wanda stepped away, “Van Dyne Enterprises would be happy to hollow out those D-cups’ and turn them into wineskins, free of charge, for Carol to auction off and donate the proceeds to the charity of her choice. If Captain Marvel gave Hawkeye first bid, he might not stay peeved at losing his stuffed tits trophy board.” The Scarlet Witch shook her head and giggled as she hurried towards the study’s door.

“Wanda,” Sue Richards, the Invisible Woman of the Fantastic Four, hissed softly at the doorway, before leaning closer and whispering, “I want the Black Panther for my second male in tow for Janet’s dream vacation. T’Challa doesn’t quite know what he’s agreed to let me do to him in exchange for making it look like Reed demanded he be allowed take the King of Wakanda’s place in today’s fun. The wuss has traded the possibility that he might temporarily get the royal penis docked for the certainty that he’ll be temporarily unmanned. Be firm with Cap! I know Reed will fold and side with you as soon as he can do so while still maintaining his dignity.”

“Oh, that’s what that was all about,” Wanda chortled back softly as she remembered the discussion that had taken place between the Richards and the Black Panther when Captain Marvel had first arrived. “Okay, I’ll give it a try. However, I’m going to try and get Cap to make the three additional boys joining our girls’ utopia outing come on the pretext of a training exercise, or something like that. The fewer 21^st Century males with us at Final Fantasy, the better! Remember what Green Arrow did to Zatanna!” The Scarlet Witch nodded as the frown on the Invisible Woman’s face told her that the image of the magic-wielding Justice Leaguer being turned into a human turkey and roasted alive was burned into Sue’s brain as well as her own. Wanda hurried away as Hercules suddenly grabbed the Invisible Woman’s shoulders from behind and began whispering in her ear—the guillotine party was probably about to morph into an orgy!

“I’m glad you could join us, Scarlet Witch,” Captain America chided gruffly as she entered the Avengers’ medical bay. “Hank has the Chula device warming up now. You may as well unseal those boxes, although I don’t think I’ll allow the subject of the contents’ custody to be addressed until Captain Marvel’s wounds have been dealt with. I’m sorry to have forced you to participate in such an unpleasant teambuilding exercise, Carol, but you didn’t face anything that you won’t be threatened with in the field. Additionally, you might be surprised to find that some of your teammates consider being debreasted to be entertaining.”

“I’m afraid I resemble that remark,” Wanda grumbled softly as she unsealed the stasis boxes, “which means me and my friends recent trips to a 41^st Century debreasting booth nightclub called Final Fantasy are ostensibly the reason for today’s teambuilding exercise. Are you managing the pain, Carol? Don’t worry! You won’t hurt at all once Doctor Pym grows you a new set.”

“Thanks for being the first to ask, Wanda,” Captain Marvel replied in a quivering voice. “My chest feels like it’s on fire, but I’ve hurt worse before. It’s very strange. I hardly noticed the agony until after I stopped….”

“Climaxing?” the Scarlet Witch suggested with a friendly smile on her face. “Yes, I know. I think the agony of debreasting melds with the ecstasy of orgasm to create a new, very erotic sensation. In the debreasting booths, you stand over an orgasmatron emitter while you’re getting your balloons popped, and then have pain suppressing bandages placed on your chest wounds before the erotic sensation really has a chance to fade. The method of being debreasted isn’t limited to just the guillotine either. There are more than a dozen ways to get your girls poached. Oh, jeese, now I sound like a recruiting agent!”

“Maybe so, Wanda,” Carol Danvers concurred with a hearty chuckle, “and maybe it’s working. It sounded like the Black Widow bought your sales pitch!”

“It wasn’t me!” Wanda Maximoff protested as she blushed badly. “I don’t even know how she found out about our ‘recreational escapades’.”

“Janet told her last night over wine,” Hank Pym interjected as he examined the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator. “I think the orgasmatron emitters in the debreasting booths sold her. We’ll be ready to give Captain Marvel a larger, firmer set riding higher on her chest than they have in years momentarily, girls.”

“Wonderful, Giant-Man,” Captain Marvel responded with a silly grin on her face, “but getting rid of the painful wounds is really what I’m eager for right now. However, to prove I’m not a sissy, let’s take a look at my original set. Can I hold one?”

“Sure,” Wanda replied as she opened and held one of the stasis boxes out before the breastless blonde bombshell, “just grasp it by the nipple and lift upward. I should warn you, they don’t look particularly impressive without a chest behind them.” The auburn-haired Avenger giggled at the look of fascination on Captain Marvel’s face as she stared at the upward lifted flesh cone. “Here, Hawkeye, go ahead and heft the other one out so that you can gloat over what you’ve done. Just remember, you’re going to have to put it back when Hank’s ready for restoration duty.”

“Wow!” Hawkeye spat jovially as he removed the second severed breast from the proffered box. “I see Witchie’s point. For what looked like a pretty gigantic jug, this doesn’t weigh much. Still, I bet a good taxidermist could do wonders with them and a fine slab of wood! I’m just teasing, Captain Marvel…unless of course you cough them up after all. No hard feelings?”

“In your dreams, Hawkeye, and of course not!” Carol chirped back softly. “You were partnered with me in a random drawing and did what you had to do. Of course, you were a bit of a prick about things…but then, that’s the Hawkeye we’ve grown to know and love. Here, Wanda, I’m done inspecting my severed boy bait…and I think Clint has spent enough time slobbering over the other one.”

“Right, back in the boxes…both of you!” the Scarlet Witch replied softly at first and then more tersely. “I’m going to put them back into stasis until we decide their dispensation, if that’s all right with you, Steve?”

“Of course it is, Wanda!” Captain America concurred with an air of impatience as he watched the severed breasts placed back into their respective boxes. “How is the Chula device coming along, Hank? What’s taking so long?”

“I don’t know, Cap,” Hank Pym replied with a frown on his face as he stared at a cone-shaped projector attached to the end of a six-inch diameter, one-foot long tube that was rounded at its rear end. “There’s a glowing, umm, indicator, that blinks while the device is warming up and stops blinking when the device is ready for use. It’s taking longer than usual for the blinking to stop.”

“Relax, Captain Marvel,” Mister Fantastic interjected as he noted the look of intense concern flash across Carol Danvers’ face. “As with all alien technology, it’s best not to try to diagnose what any particular response means. While the longer warm-up period could indicate the device’s energy source is running low, it could mean nothing at all. I sincerely doubt there isn’t a low-fuel warning mechanism built into the device. I’m sure you’ll have a brand new set of breasts shortly. Are you really considering joining Wanda, Hank’s wife, Janet, and my wife, Sue, in risking your new breasts in a debreasting booth?”

“Yes, Reed, I am,” Carol Danvers admitted with a sheepish grin on her face, “if the Black Widow does as well. However, I might confer with Natasha as to whether it might be wise to wait until you scientists have a better handle on how the tissue regenerator works. To be honest, I’m on pins and needles right….”

“I’ve got a steady glow!” Hank butted in with a relieved look on his face. “Please stand against the far wall, Captain Marvel, with your hands to your sides. Oh, and just so you know I’m not taking advantage of the situation here…well no more so than normally…I’ll need to tactilely inspect the regenerated breasts to verify the Chula device has worked properly. Wanda can verify this is standard operating procedure.”

“Okay,” Carol replied meekly as she watched Wanda roll her eyes and nod. “Do anything you need to do, Giant-Man, but get on with it. While I said I’ve been in more pain than this before, what I’m feeling now isn’t fun to deal with.”

“Understood, Captain Marvel,” Hank quickly asserted with a silly grin on his face. “While the Chula technology is an enigma in many ways” Giant-Man admitted as he activated the device and tiny glowing ‘fireflies’ buzzed around the Captain Marvel’s chest. “We do know the tube is filled with millions of tiny nanogene robots, and the cone directs the nanogenes toward the tissue that needs to be repaired. The nanogenes somehow sample and map the DNA of the patient, calculate what the genetic makeup of the damaged tissue would be if it were still there, and then somehow converts air molecules into the raw material needed to reconstruct the tissue into perfect condition. Those tiny firefly looking things you can see buzzing around your chest are squadrons of the microscopic nanogenes at work reconstructing your chest to give you the breasts you would have had in peak condition if you’d had a perfect diet all of your life.”

When the nanogenes finished their work about twenty seconds later and had returned to their storage container, Giant-Man exclaimed with panic on his face, “What the hell! The tube is hot…very hot…and I swear I can see wisps of smoke! That’s not good! Reed, see if you can make out what’s going on while I make sure the regeneration was completed properly. Here!”

Hank Pym quickly handed the alien device to Mister Fantastic before stepping forward and lifting Captain Marvel's new and perfect D-cup breasts to test their weight and firmness, one breast in the palm of each hand. Then the biochemist tweaked the blonde bombshell’s nipples to make them hard, while Carol blushed with embarrassment, before he announced, “As far as I can tell this is another fine set of ta tas just begging for ‘created by Dr. Henry Pym’ to be tattooed on them! Does your chest feel normal, Captain Marvel?”

“Yes, I think so, Hank,” Captain Marvel replied in a quivering voice as she pushed the nerdy scientist’s hands off of her new chest ornaments and pinched and rubbed her own nipples. “They don’t feel more or less sensitive than I remember. Maybe they are a touch larger and less saggy. You nearly had me fainting when you said something was wrong with the Chula device. The tissue regenerator isn’t broken, is it, Reed?”

“Not yet, Captain Marvel,” Mister Fantastic responded with a worried look on his face as he watched Wanda toss Carol her leotard, “but it WAS overheated and possibly smoking. I think we overtaxed it healing all of the superheroines victimized by Arcade on ‘dairy day’! I know the answer already but I have to ask it, Wanda. Can you delay the ridiculously dangerous field-trip you have planned for later this afternoon? I didn’t think so,” Reed admitted as he watched a wide-eyed Scarlet Witch shake her head. “Well, you girls better try to avoid injuries…UNTIL we have the Chula device sorted out. Cap, I suggest you settle the disagreement between Hawkeye and Captain Marvel regarding who gets to decide what gets done with the contents of those stasis boxes. Then I think you, me, and Hank need to talk with the Scarlet Witch about her off-duty recreational activities alone.”

“Right, Reed!” Captain America concurred with a stoic look on his face. “Are you even going to try to convince me it is your decision to make, Hawkeye?”

“Well, I want to, Cap,” Clint Barton acknowledged the obvious with a frown on his face, “but even I can guess I hurt my cause when I told Captain Marvel she couldn’t prepare MY equipment to be HERS if she had picked a dummy key. I’m glad you are back in one piece, Carol. Look, what are you going to do with your severed tits. Surely you’ve no better use for them than letting me make them into a souvenir of an eventful day.”

“I don’t know, Clint,” Carol Danvers admitted as she re-tied her red sash around her re-clothed waist. “Although I do know I’m going to decline your generous offer to have them mounted over your bed. I guess we should just feed them into the garbage disposal in the sink over there, unless someone has both a better and a more palatable idea.”

“You are NOT going to clog my drain with a load of fatty tissue!” Hank Pym protested immediately. “I doubt Jarvis is going to let you….”

“We get the idea, Henry Pym,” Wanda cut in quickly with a sheepish smile on her face. “Whoever made up the old saying about one man’s treasure was spot on. I have two alternatives for you, Captain Marvel, although I’m not sure you’ll be eager to embrace either as they both have drawbacks as well as benefits. Do you want to hear them?”

“Sure, Wanda,” Captain Marvel replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Okay,” the Scarlet Witch began with a mischievous look on her face, “here goes. First, Van Dyne Enterprises has generously offered to have these lumps of mammary glands hollowed out, the breast skins gently tanned, and converted into a pair of wineskins. In other words, they would be processed the same as the breasts of those of us that survived Arcade’s ‘dairy day’. That means your nom de guerre would be tattooed on each of the wineskins. Janet suggests that you might auction them off and donate the proceeds to charity, and that you might give Clint first bid on one of them to smooth his ruffled feathers over his missing trophy board. Let me give you my second alternative before you respond!”

Wanda grinned as Carol closed her mouth before her protest could begin. Captain Marvel obviously didn’t want the debreasting she had just suffered to become public knowledge. Naturally word would get out. Probably through a webcast posted on ‘The Wizard’s Lair’ website the Scarlet Witch herself was affiliated with.

“My second option is for you to let me take the stasis boxes with your breasts in them with me on that fieldtrip Reed mentioned,” Wanda announced wearing her best poker face. “Three other girls and I are going to be foxes in a 41^st Century foxhunt tomorrow, after being kidnapped into the hunt tonight. However, late this afternoon, future time, we’re going to park our time-ship in one of the back rooms of that debreasting booth club I mentioned. If you agree, your breasts will be used in the same way that the breasts of the booth game losers…or winners…I’ve never been able to decide whether you are a winner or a loser if you get debreasted in that venue…are used.”

“And just exactly how are lopped off breasts used in this ‘nightclub’ you’re bragging about, Witchie?” Hawkeye cut in with laughter in his blue eyes. “Something tells me this is going to be a real interesting answer, Red!”

“Butt out, Hawkeye!” Captain America barked with steel in his blue eyes as he glared at the purple-clad archer. “This is Captain Marvel’s call!”

“I’m sure Captain Marvel had the same question, Steve,” Wanda observed as she tried to smooth the red-faced bowman’s injured feelings. “To provide the answer, however, I need to provide some background to put 41^st Century society into a perspective you might understand. A few centuries prior, probably in the 39^th Century, disease swept through the planet Earth, destroying most animal life. Much of the human population survived, but the animal species that humans depended on for food became extinct…all of them. That resulted in a serious food shortage and the need for population control.”

“The world government decided to implement two forms of population control,” the Scarlet Witch continued as she observed the perplexed looks on everyone else's face. “First, the world government ruled that only one in twenty babies born may be of male sex. With so few males on the planet, there is tremendous competition among the women of the world to have a male mate. Consequently, men are treated like gods, and can, by law, have anything they want at any time from most women. The second form of population control resulted from a decision that, as I understand it, was the result of a referendum supported by the majority of adult humans who survived the plague—the use of consenting or semi-consenting human females as the new meat source. In other words, because the plague survivors could not envision living in a protein poor society where meat was nonexistent, gynophagia was adopted as the law of the land. This decision also resulted in preventing the female population from exploding with negative impacts on the worldwide food chain.”

Wanda paused to let her fellow vigilantes take in her revelation before continuing, “To implement government control of the legalized gynophagia, world leaders created ‘The Lottery’. In the 41^st Century, most women of age 18 and older must submit to a weekly lottery. Those women whose numbers come up, the winners, must report within 24 hours of ‘The Lottery’ to a conversion facility to become various forms of meat or, in some cases, milk cows with no future other than dairy duty. Yes, when I say that women become meat, I mean they are executed so that their protein resources can be collected to support the rest of society.”

“Yes, I know how brutal that sounds,” the Scarlet Witch acknowledged as she witnessed disdain on her audience’s faces. “Some women prefer to control their own fate and volunteer for conversion to meat without winning ‘The Lottery’ at either a government conversion facility or at one of many other non-government run facilities. It is called ‘winning’ ‘The Lottery’, because the winners’ families receive monetary compensation when a family member is converted. This culture has come to accept this way of life, so, unlike us, most women think nothing of it.”

“Because of that ever present risk that their life might end at any time,” Wanda continued to explain, “many women are willing to use their breasts as currency in a gamble, risking potentially having their breasts confiscated and turned into sandwich meat by other girls at the debreasting nightclubs in exchange for an orgasmatron threatment; most of the time, the gamblers are hoping their breasts won’t be chosen by another girl to become food, and they get a free pleasure beam treatment. Those that do get their breasts chosen for conversion to food get the pleasure beam treatment as well, while they are debreasted in the manner of their own choosing. The nightclubs are very popular for a variety of reasons, and not just because the orgasmatron treatments are heavenly!”

“I became aware of these nightclubs and was attracted to the idea of visiting one of them for selfish reasons,” the Scarlet Witch explained, evidently unabashed at what she was revealing. “I found the idea of risking my breasts in such a controlled environment intriguing, because I saw it as a way of coping with the nightmares I was living with after the Riddler debreasted me against my will, and without my knowing the Chula device existed to remedy the damage he had done…well the damage to my body at least. I talked Janet and Sue, and others, into joining me in the first and/or subsequent visits to Final Fantasy to play the debreasting booth game. During those visits, we became aware of other issues with 41^st Century society, which we may get into later, Steve.”

“I could talk about these venues for a good long time with much enthusiasm if you’re interested, Carol,” Wanda admitted with a sheepish look on her face, “but I think I’ll just get to the point. Bluntly, Captain Marvel, I’m offering to take your breast meat with me so that it can be turned into food, just as any other girl’s breast meat would be, and consumed as part of the worldwide food chain on a protein poor world. I’d like to hear your thoughts on either alternative, Carol, if I haven’t shocked you too badly?”

“Oh, I’m shocked all right…and intrigued,” Carol Danvers replied as she blushed badly. “Intrigued more with the idea of risking my breasts for fun than I would ever have imagined…and more intrigued than I am shocked to hear that the forfeited breasts get eaten! Frankly, I’ve been to a lot of planets in the galaxy where the indigenous populations eat their own kind…with or without the eaten individual’s consent. Your second option has one attraction that your first option…and Hawkeye’s proposal…haven’t got, Wanda. Anonymity! Right?”

“Before you completely buy the Witch’s snow job, Captain Marvel,” Hawkeye interjected with a grin on his face, “you should ask her what’s in it for her. Nobody does anything without some gain to themselves. Additionally, I can’t miss the opportunity to point out that the teambuilding fun we just had was Wanda’s fault. If the Scarlet Witch hadn’t been taking her friends to this debreasting club she’s been talking up, you wouldn’t have been standing under a breast guillotine in the first place.”

“No, Hawkeye makes a good point, Steve,” Captain Marvel declared before Captain America could again tell the bowman to butt out. “Do explain why you’re offering to dispose of my severed breasts, Wanda, and do address my concerns over anonymity.”

“Well, Carol, as far as anonymity is concerned,” the Scarlet Witch replied with a shrug of her shoulders, “the fact that Captain Marvel ever existed…as well as the rest of us in this room…faded from the memory of mankind long before the 41^st Century. Between now and then, there have been a number of wars, both planet-wide and interstellar, and two famine-creating plagues. There might be two or three specialists in what they call ancient history who might have some vague recollection of Captain Marvel from the historical record, and to whom your breasts might have some meaning besides food. As for what’s in it for me, well frankly it will help me score points with the owner of the debreasting booth nightclub who is letting us use one of his rooms as a landing bay. Bill Jennings charges credits, a term for 41^st Century money, for his breast bacon sandwiches…charges those who don’t play the booth game, that is. He’s a bit peeved at me for risking my meat in the illegal foxhunt me we’ll be participating in later tonight and tomorrow, and I’m hoping providing your breast meat to up his profit margin will smooth things over between us.”

“Okay, Scarlet Witch, I guess you can take my severed breasts with you to be eaten,” Carol Danvers agreed with a sheepish grin on her face, “if you’ll do me a favor. Wanda, I’d like to know for sure that my new breasts are as sensitive as the originals, and while I know you are not particularly into girls…. Witchie, it IS your fault that I had to let myself get debreasted! I think we both know an orgy has broken out in the Avengers’ study, and when I go back out there with my new breasts, everyone is going to want to take me for a spin, so to speak. Well…you’re going to be my first partner…giving my new breasts your best feminine suckling…before performing your best cunnilingus on me. And when you’re done with me, you’re going to do the Black Widow, too…and the Huntress, if she wants it…for their having been forced to take turns under the guillotine blade. AND you’re going do your damndest to get Black Widow to join you and me on one of those ‘recreational’ trips to this nightclub you’re so hot on…after the hiccups with the tissue regenerator are sorted out. Deal?”

“Captian Marvel, I am NOT your biggest fan…at the moment,” Wanda Maximoff replied as she blushed beet red, “because, although I know my way around a vulva, I really do prefer not to participate in lesbian sex acts. Especially, not while the Avengers assembled are watching! However, we have a deal. You and Natasha should realize that your field trip to the future won’t happen right away though, regardless of the Chula device’s status. Other things are already in the works. Speaking of those ‘recreational activities’ in the future, I think Cap is about to chew my ass off over them. If you want to wait in the hall outside until I’m free, we can join the orgy together, Carol. Clint, I’m surprised you’re still here!”

“Hawkeye and Captain Marvel, you are dismissed,” Steve Rogers declared in a business like tone. “Thank you for taking one for the team, Captain Marvel. The Scarlet Witch’s interrogation and reprimand should only take ten minutes or so, if you do choose to wait for her before returning to the study, Carol.”

“Have a seat and relax, Scarlet Witch,” Captain America suggested softly once the door had closed behind Captain Marvel, “this may go a lot more smoothly than you may be anticipating. First, I would like to thank you for the very thorough….”

“And enlightening!” Mister Fantastic interjected with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.

“…yes, that too…report you, the Wasp, and the Invisible Woman have submitted regarding your reconnaissance of the 41^st Century. Giant-Man was able to verify your account of your most recent visit to this debreasting booth nightclub called Final Fantasy and concurs with many of the conclusions you’ve reached regarding this futuristic society. While I must say that Reed and I were both appalled with Green Arrow’s role in the death of Zatanna, we are forced to agree, reluctantly, with your position that he not only acted within the law of that society, but that his behavior was, for that culture, both morally sound and what was expected of him in that situation. Similarly, while we consider the behavior of you and your friends to have been reckless, to say the least, given the number of colleagues lost during your…escapades…we see no grounds for censure or any other formal action to be taken against you as either American citizens or Avengers…or member of the Fantastic Four.”

“Good!” Wanda spat softly before chirping. “Then I suggest we join the rest of our colleagues in the Avengers’ study. Evidently, I have some cunnilingus duties awaiting me, and I’m hoping someone will want to take care of my needs too.”

“Not so fast, Miss Maximoff!” Captain America barked sternly. “We still need to discuss your further intentions regarding the 41^st Century. Although it seems that Doctor Doom is involved with the events unfolding in that time zone, his involvement is as a long-lived individual, not as a time traveler. His behavior is for his peers to judge, not 21^st Century Avengers…or even the Fantastic Four. Additionally, it is not for us to judge that society’s cannibalistic….”

“Gynophagia, not cannibalism…the girls more or less volunteer to be used as food!” Wanda quickly asserted.

“Very well,” Captain America acknowledged with obvious disconcertment. “It is not for 21^st Century superheroes to judge the 41^st Century’s embracement of gynophagia. Until Reed and I have had a chance to see the 41^st Century for ourselves, you girls will desist in your notions of beginning a revolution that will end gynophagia and right 41^st Century wrongs….”

“We have no intention of ending the practice of gynophagia!” Wanda Maximoff interjected with anger on her face. “That genie’s been let out of the bottle and you’ll never get it back in. Besides...surprisingly, perhaps…I…and I think Janet and Sue, as well…have no problem with LAWFUL gynophagia…even though it’s a practice that results in an appalling level of gender inequality. The fact of the matter is…even if they found a way to restore farm animals to the worldwide food chain…the vast majority of 41^st Century citizens would vote to keep the practice of gynophagia legal. Heck...were I a citizen…I would vote yes too. Our problem is with unlawful gynophagia. In a few hours, Janet, Sue, the Huntress, and I, are going to risk our lives to teach men who kidnap innocent girls into illegal foxhunts a lesson. The kidnappers chase their involuntary foxes down and kill them for their meat! Don’t try to stop us! You can’t! Not unless Reed wants to take the keys to the time-ship away from his wife…you don’t want to do that, Reed. We will continue to try to right 41^st Century wrongs…wrongs to female kind…as we see fit, Cap. Now get off your high horse and get to the point. I believe you used the phrase, ‘chance to see the 41^st Century for ourselves’. What are you trying to say?”

“What Steve is suggesting, Wanda, is that you girls take us to this debreasting booth nightclub...Final Fantasy…and let us see for ourselves how things work in the 41^st Century,” Reed Richards interjected softly. “If the female gender is being treated as badly as it sounds, maybe we will decide to throw the full weight of both the Avengers and the Fantastic Four into altering its code of….”

“Having superheroes…largely men…from the past rescue womankind would do more harm to that society than good, Reed,” Wanda jumped in again with a look of exasperation on her face. “Change has to come from women…ostensibly from women of that society…acting on their own behalf. This is especially important because, in the end, women are going to have to agree to remain livestock. No, Janet, Sue, and I will spark and participate in the revolution. Everyone else will be 41^st Century natives. Agree to that point, or we are done talking here. Now, if you can keep your noses out of womankind’s business, I’ll listen to this suggestion you were about to make.”

“It is NOT a suggestion, Scarlet Witch!” Captain America hissed with obvious ire. “I can’t let you continue to take superheroines into the far future and leave their dead corpses there as meat without….”

“In view of the number of casualties your fieldtrip participants have suffered, Wanda,” Mister Fantastic interjected with at least outward calm, “Captain America and I want to see this debreasting club venue for ourselves. We will agree to butt out of this revolution you say you are sparking. However, if you are going to use the time-ship I am responsible for to haul female colleagues from the superheroine community to their demise…even if you stipulate they are willingly risking their lives…I have to know firsthand what the conditions are like. I WILL risk Susan’s wrath and take the time-ship activator away from you girls if you don’t agree to this. Cap?”

“Yes, I’ll also agree to consider your activities outside of this Final Fantasy place your own business, Wanda, if you’ll let us…Reed, Hank, and myself…accompany you to the debreasting booth nightclub,” Steve Rogers concurred with a nod. “However, I’ll have some conditions you’ll need to agree to.”

“You’re the ones that are going to be agreeing to conditions,” Wanda announced with a grin on her face, “three of them, and some of them you are not going to like. The first condition is that you obey our established rules of conduct for fieldtrip participants. Hank, who has already made one visit to Final Fantasy, can fill you in on what those are, if he hasn’t already. The second condition for visiting the 41^st Century male utopia with us comes from Janet and Sue…well Janet mostly. You three, and three other Avengers, are going to join Janet, Sue, and myself in making our initial reconnaissance visit to the 44^th Century female utopia the Fantastic Four males stumbled upon. You’re going to be playing the parts of used-up breeders being towed around by their mistresses. While we have little idea as to what dangers might be faced in that time zone, from what Reed has told us the six males participating in THIS reconnaissance visit will most certainly be needing the Chula device to make them male aga….”

“But if we do this, we won’t have to pay the stiff price of a time-ship ticket behind a penis guillotine before the trip to Final Fantasy, Witchie?” Hank Pym asked with a chuckle.

“No, Hank, you won’t,” Wanda replied with a sheepish grin. “Especially considering how little we know of the dangers the visit to the 44^th Century might present. However, only the three of you will be making the trip to the 41^st Century to watch us getting ourselves debreasted. Cap, you’re going to need to tell the three other Avengers that we’re turning this reconnaissance visit into a teambuilding exercise. Sue wants T’Challa as her second used-up breeder. The other two should be….”

“I’ll ask Hawkeye and Quicksilver to join T’Challa, Hank, and myself, Wanda,” Captain America announced with a frown on his face, “along with Reed, of course. You and Janet can work out who gets who, but your brother Pietro’s participation should see to it that you do your best not to get us killed. Hank and I have talked to Reed about what he witnessed in the 44^th Century, and Hank has explained your fieldtrip participant rules to Reed and myself. Based on what Reed said, I anticipate you girls are looking forward to personally emasculating your used-up breeders. Under that circumstance, I would expect you to suspend your rule number one, Wanda, which forbids any fieldtrip participant from debreasting one of you heroines.”

“Fair is fair, Witchie,” Hank Pym chortled.

“I’m afraid I see it that way as well, Wanda,” Reed Richards agreed with a smirk on his face.

“OH!” Wanda gasped softly. “Oh, dear! Well, I assure you we will be trying to maneuver the locals into handling the situation with respect to our used-up breeders in the 44^th Century, and, from Reed’s observations, that shouldn’t be a problem with the first venue we plan to visit. Oh, my! I wish I couldn’t see your point, gentlemen. Okay. Compromise! As you might have heard from Hank, we girls are expected to risk our breasts in the debreasting booths three times each, assuming we don’t get our balloons popped during either of the first two stints. If the girl who personally did the dirty deed to you in the 44^th Century makes it to her third debreasting booth stint in the 41^st Century, rule number one will be suspended for the hero she personally unmanned when the debreasting booth timer reaches one minute left. Jeese, I hope none of us reaches that final minute with a formerly used-up breeder before her. I doubt Janet will mind, but I hope Sue doesn’t freak out when I tell her. Will that work, Cap?”

“Yes,” Stever Rogers acknowledged softly. “You have a third condition, before I tell you what you’re going to do for me, Wanda?”

“Yes, well this one will be the most difficult condition to be met, Steve,” Wanda replied with obvious nervousness. “It may also make the discussion we’ve just had a waste of effort. I’m not going with you men to Final Fantasy until Hank and Reed have put their heads together and built a prototype breast regenerator we can give to the 41^st Century. In order to reduce the number of girls annually undergoing full conversions to meat, I need to substantially increase the number of girls undergoing partial conversions to meat. I need a tissue regenerator that will make repeated debreastings possible for 41^st Century girls, just as they have been possible for me and my friends—I point out, based on the earlier scare with the Chula device, we need this technology here in the 21^st Century as well. With debreastings no longer having permanent ramifications, I should be able to increase the debreasting booth nightclubs’ contribution to the worldwide food chain by both expanding the customer base and making repeat customers possible. Can you do this for me, Hank and Reed?”

“Unlikely, Witchie,” Hank replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “At least it would be nearly impossible without taking the Chula device apart, and if we disassemble the alien machine, we may very well not get it back together again.”

“We can try, Wanda,” Reed announced softly, “and if the Chula device is beginning to malfunction or run out of fuel, we may be taking a closer look at its workings anyhow. I suggest we table this discussion for now.”

“EXCEPT,” Captain America interjected forcefully, “Wanda has to agree to meet my one condition. Your teammates are upset with you over today’s teambuilding exercise, Scarlet Witch. I suggest you agree, if you want me to agree to YOUR conditions AND promise to keep my nose out of your other activities in the 41^st Century, to letting your colleagues in the study use you as they wish for the next couple of hours…and I do mean every colleague who wishes in the manner they wish.” Steve Rogers laughed as a very sheepish looking Scarlet Witch nodded.

Chapter 4. Final Fantasy

Three hours later, freshly showered, the four girls gathered around the limousine-shaped time-ship wearing bikinis and sandals. As usual, Wanda, Janet, and Sue were wearing rose-pink, dark blue, and light blue swimwear, respectively. Helena’s bikini was purple with white crosses centered on each of her top’s cups. “Is everyone ready for a pretty intense night and an even more intense tomorrow,” Wanda, standing next to the ‘driver’s’ seat door asked with a giggle. She’d already placed the stasis boxes containing Captain Marvel’s severed breasts on the passenger side floor.

“Are you saying today was both calm and normal, Miss Maximoff?” Helena chortled with obvious irony in her voice.

“No, of course she isn’t, Miss Bertinelli,” Janet interjected with a giggle as she tossed a medium-sized knapsack onto the rearward facing back seat. Janet looked a bit different than normal…her hair, including her pubic hair, had been died black and she was wearing more makeup. “The debreasting aside, that was an orgy for the ages. Is everyone else as sore as I am?”

Sue blushed beet red and nodded, before grumbling, “Is virility a superpower shared by all costume vigilantes? I lost count of the men pairing with me!”

“You do yourself a disservice, Sue,” Wanda pointed out gleefully as she pulled the door open, “by crediting the men with their stamina rather than acknowledging that it was your own vivaciousness that inspired their erotic interests. I saw Hercules begin to pull you toward the floor mats when I followed Hawkeye into the medical center, and found the Black Panther taking you doggy style when I returned to the study with Captain Marvel. Were there many men in between, Mrs. Richards?”

The Invisible Woman’s blush deepened as she nodded, before declaring, “But as for the Black Panther, he brazenly reentered the study after Captain Marvel’s debreasting and sought me out! I think he….”

“Don’t let Wanda try to make you sound slutty, Sue,” Janet quipped facetiously, interrupting Sue’s admission. “She’s trying to forget how tired her tongue is. Tell me, Wanda, was there any girl in the room, beside myself, whose pussy you didn’t eat? And while I’m trying to get your goat, wasn’t Quicksilver the first guy to seed you? It’s a good thing we’re getting the morning after treatment when we get back. You’re probably growing your brother’s fetus right now!”

“That’s enough, Janet Van Dyne!” Sue spat with a grin on her face as she pulled the front passenger door open and slid into the bucket seat. “Get in the time-ship already. I’ll tell you girls about my pre-nuptial visit to Wakanda and the Black Panther’s brazen behavior then some other time, so that you’ll understand why I had more than one reason to be POed at T’Challa this afternoon. AND as a matter of fact, Janet, Wanda and I didn’t hook up. I know she’s not really into girl on girl. What about you, Helena? Did you get a chance to pair with anyone you’d been eager to bump hips with?” the blonde matriarch of the Fantastic Four asked as Janet and Helena piled into the rear, forward facing back seat.

“More than a few guys met that criteria,” Helena replied with an introspective grin on her face. “Thor took me first! I thought he was pretty dreamy. I hooked up with Quicksilver too…the speedsters always make me climax fast and hard. Oh, I took a turn with your husband, Janet. I thought he was pretty hunky. Wanda…I’m sorry…I didn’t know you weren’t that into girls or I wouldn’t have….”

“Sat on her face?” Janet quipped again. “I wouldn’t worry about the Scarlet Witch, Helena. While Wanda doesn’t seek out female comfort, she isn’t allergic to girls. That’s why I was teasing her about Pietro instead of Captain Marvel. I apologize, Wanda! Hank told me that Cap ordered you to put out to anyone who asked as a condition for his letting you…no…us…out of the doghouse. If it’s any conciliation to you, I followed our fearless leader’s advice as well…hence my complaint about being sore.”

“Thanks, Janet,” Wanda replied as she began looking over the time-ship’s controls while Sue supervised. “Other than having to agree to Cap’s sordid condition, I did successfully negotiate the terms for taking the men to Final Fantasy with us sometime in the future. If we live long enough, you and Sue will be dragging husbands around the 44^th Century female utopia, along with a spare used-up breeder each, and I’ll be joining you with Cap himself in tow and a spare of my own. Speaking of living long enough, let’s put the past behind us and focus on the future!” Wanda concentrated on entering time and space coordinates Bill Jennings had given the heroines on their second girls’ night out to the 41^st Century. Then she glanced up at Sue with a questioning look.

“Well done, Wanda!” Sue proclaimed softly as she noted the settings for elevation, time, and positioning, which took into account changes in the solar system’s position and the earth’s orbit and rotation over the centuries, were correct. “Okay, no flashing red light so the doors are closed and everyone’s inside. All you need to do is….” Sue grinned as Wanda pressed the time-field activation icon on the instrument panel’s computer screen and the world around the heroines blurred.

Seconds later, as the time-ship materialized in an empty room that was only slightly larger than the time-ship itself, Sue announced, “We’ve arrived! Helena there is a combination lock securing the door to this room. You may need to know the combination…44 right, 12 left, 27 right. Memorize! Everyone, leave your sandals in the ship. The old adage about females always being barefoot and pregnant isn’t a joke in the 41^st Century.”

“With that cheery thought…let’s go!” Wanda declared while corralling the stasis boxes as the four 21^st Century girls piled out of the time-ship, Helena snatched up the knapsack, and Janet worked the combination on the door-latch lock. After taking a quick peek into the hallway, Janet whispered, “No one in the hall at least! You lead, Wanda!”

“Sure, Janet,” Wanda replied softly as she stepped into the hall, set the two stasis boxes down, and untied her bikini top behind her back and pushed her bottoms down, “but first everyone strip and carry your clothes as we make our way through the dairy. Dairies are no-clothes-allowed zones for females. We’ll obey the rules even if there’s no one here to see it.” She watched as her three friends complied while retrieving the stasis boxes. Then, after Janet secured the lock onto the latch on the outside of the storeroom door, Wanda led her entourage into the main chamber of the large 41^st Century dairy. She paused to let her friends observe the four rows of milking stalls filling the center and rear center of the room, each row consisting of four stalls and a ten-liter glass chamber adjacent to each stall’s right side, and the various equipment, including death machines—a guillotine, garrote chair, noose stations, and more—lining the side walls of the room.

“Ah, here they are now,” announced a male voice from behind a food-preparation counter in the left hand corner on the far side of the room. Bill Jennings, a stocky middle-aged man with bluish grey eyes and graying brown hair wearing a grey suit, and Cheryl Simmons, a stunningly beautiful, nude, huge breasted, green-eyed blonde with tresses extending all the way down to her waist, sat on stools behind the counter. “We were hoping you might arrive early,” Bill continued.

“Bill!” Wanda Maximoff squeaked with alarm on her face. “The surveillance equipment!”

“Has been turned off, as we discussed, since early this afternoon, Wanda,” Bill replied calmly. “It is good to see you again, Miss Maximoff. Aren’t you going to say hello to Cheryl and introduce your friend. Hello, Sue and Janet, it is good to see you girls again too. I don’t like your hair color, Janet!”

“Hi, Bill, and hi, Cheryl,” Janet chirped with a grin on her face while Sue smiled and waved. “I agree about the hair, Bill, but some of the people who we are about to hook up with not too long from now saw me breastless as my auburn-haired self the last time we visited you folks. As I’m clearly sporting wonderful C-cups, I though some disguise was called for.”

“This is Helena Bertinelli,” Janet said as she held her hand out towards the tall, athletic, 19-year old brunette. “Helena, this is Bill Jennings, the owner of Final Fantasy, and Cheryl Simmons, Final Fantasy nightclub and dairy manager. This is a pleasant surprise, Bill. We thought we were going to have to spend some time looking around the nightclub to find at least one of you before we kept our pressing appointment. Perhaps you would like to tell our 41^st Century friends why we needed to find them, Wanda.”

“Yes, Wanda,” Bill chuckled as he stood and held his hand out towards Helena, “why don’t you explain just that…right after I’ve said hello to the Huntress. Miss Bertinelli, I am most honored to make your acquaintance. You’ve had a magnificent career, from what I can judge from our meager historical records of your time.”

“Yes, the Huntress has had a very prestigious career,” Wanda said as she watched Helena shake Bill and Cheryl’s hands. “Oh! I’ve brought her breasts! Gahhh! Not the Huntress’s breasts. Captain Marvel’s breasts! They’re in these stasis boxes…for you! We thought you might like them, Bill. For sandwiches…unless you can still use the breast skins to….” A flustered Scarlet Witch pushed the stasis boxes onto the countertop.

“Here is a portable data drive, Bill,” Janet interrupted while giggling at Wanda’s awkwardness and holding her hand forward. “They’re known by several different names in our time…jump or flash drive…data stick…they fit into what was called a USB port. If you can find someone to download the data, I’ve included video of the guillotine debreasting from several different angles, the guillotine dimensions, and measurements of Captain Marvel’s torso that were taken when Van Dyne Industries manufactured her costumes. With any luck, I’m sure you’ll manage to hang the preserved breast skins from a trophy board…if you’d like.”

“Yes, of course I’d like to add to my collection, Janet,” Bill acknowledged with a broad smile on his face as he took the small stick from the winsome Wasp and passed it to Cheryl. “I’m sure we can manage to retrieve the files. Now…which Captain Marvel were the breasts harvested from? There were several heroines using that name…or was that several Ms. Marvels? Do any of you know her birth name?”

“Danvers…Carol Danvers….” Wanda replied and then blushed badly as she realized that she had just exposed Carol’s secret identity to Helena and Sue.

“Oh, yes, the blonde bombshell!” Bill declared with obvious excitement. “Then you’ve brought me a pair of perfect-shaped D-cups. Wonderful! Can you see to the breast meat and the preservation of the breast skins, Cheryl? Meanwhile, why don’t you girls grab one of the stools and take a seat.”

“You bet, boss!” Cheryl chirped softly as Wanda settled on the stool next to her and the other three girls sat on the other side of the counter. “I’ll call our regular taxidermist and see to it that he knows another set of breast skins is coming soon, and I’ll have a tech manufacture a small port adaptor so USB devices can work with modern computers. Then I’ll sort through Janet’s data first thing tomorrow and pull out the data the taxidermist will need for making the breast mounts the correct size and shape. I’m betting Captain Marvel’s breasts will be hanging on the Game Room wall, along with your other heroine memorabilia, the next time these girls do a debreasting booth stint.”

“Oh!” Wanda stammered with a sheepish look on her face. “Just make sure that you can take them down…hide the evidence…when…no I guess I should say if…Captain Marvel and the Black Widow do a girls’ night out with us. I mean…if the Chula device is working so they can. I promised Carol no one would make a fuss…about who the breasts were harvested from. Are you all right, Bill?

“I am, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied softly with concern easily read on his face. “I am not sure if I can say the same for you, dear girl. You do seem rather rattled. Is it this foxhunt you’ve foolishly committed to?”

“No…no…the foxhunt is fine,” Wanda assured the nightclub owner. “I’m concerned that you might be….”

“Out with it, Miss Maximoff!” Bill urged sternly. “What could you possibly be concerned about that involves me?”

“It’s her precognitive ability…her mind’s eye, Bill,” Sue interjected as Wanda shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, seemingly tongue tied, and Bill’s frown deepened. “She believes that something happened at that Club X meeting you escorted that young blonde, Barbara Wright, to. She probably thinks she shouldn’t talk about what she thinks she knows…in mixed company.” Sue shrugged sheepishly at Cheryl.

“How could Wanda possibly know about what happened…?” Bill began, before stopping, obviously deep in thought. “That was 20 centuries in her future,” the nightclub owner mumbled before shaking his head. “Never mind! Spit it out, Wanda! If you know what you seem to be suggesting you know, I’ve already had words with Cheryl about it.”

“Disaster due to cheating and deceit,” Wanda hissed so softly that none of the others in the room could be sure of her words, before continuing more loudly. “A relatively low risk game of chance made deadly. Three die rolled for a total of four. Eight drop planks falling instead of one. Eight girls kicking at the end of their ropes! No effort made to hide Club X’s greed! Eight noosed girls becoming meat; with a roll of four, there should have been none! Her ultimate fate I knew, and thus her breasts were spared! But cheating and deceit I did not foresee…until it was too late for useful prophecy! This I know, for I am the Scarlet Witch. This I saw in my mind’s eye, while you, my friend, suffered betrayal. I do not think you are all right, Bill Jennings…but you will be!”

“I see,” Bill Jennings whispered softly with obvious disconcertment on his face. “You are a scary girl, Wanda Maximoff! You’d be even scarier if you’d told me you knew how tempted I am to make all four of you meat right now...how tempted I am to add you to my larder before Jason Carlson takes his shot at thinning the herd. Instead, I’ve decided to trust your damned mind’s eye and your assertion that you’ll get through the foxhunt. For the life of me, I don’t understand why I’m being such a fool! Well, the least I can do is feed you girls before you set out to tempt fate.”

“Six ‘MARVELOUS’ breast bacon sandwiches are on their way, boss,” Cheryl chirped as she stepped out from behind the counter with the stasis boxes and thumb drive in hand. Just outside the dairy room door, the sultry manager pulled on her tight black shorts, followed by her black sports bra with the words ‘Final Fantasy’ splashed in white across its front, one word on each big cup. As Cheryl hurried off, she called back, “There’s a fresh pitcher of lactic blaster and six glasses on the shelf under the countertop. The alcohol shouldn’t cause too much damage. If I understand these girls’ itinerary, they won’t be running for their lives until tomorrow morning!”

“That girl is always at least one step ahead of me,” Bill Jennings chuckled softly as he pulled the pitcher out from under the counter and then the glasses. Soon, with all four girls sipping drinks, Bill asked, “Tell me what you girls have been up to the last eleven days. Am I still here because you saved the planet in the 21^st Century?”

“Actually, it’s been superheroines that have been in danger since we last saw you, Bill, not the world,” Janet chortled softly with a smirk on her face. “First, Sue got busted by Mister Fantastic in the middle of paying my husband his post-breast-regeneration doctor’s fee. Reed walked in just as Sue culminated Hank’s blow job. While Hank assuaged HIS transgression by telling Reed he could have ME perform fellatio on Reed at a time of Reed’s choosing, SUE was told SHE has to pay for HER infidelity by letting the Fantastic Four assembled have group sex with her. Cap…Captain America…was with Reed, and he held Wanda responsible for the whole mess, so he….”

“Cap became peeved because he met a weeping Wonder Woman, who was distraught because the Chula device’s nanogenes failed to regenerate her extirpated clitoris, on her way to the transmat station, and learned about our ‘recreational activities’ here in the 41^st Century,” Wanda jumped in, suddenly sounding more like herself. “Let’s just say Steve Roger’s isn’t going to be the debreasting fan we are…or at least I am…especially after he learned of the other casualties we’ve suffered on our 41^st Century visits and that….”

“Careful, Wanda!” Sue interjected with panic on her face. “Hang on a minute while I pull something out of our knapsack. Are you using any electrical equipment in here at the moment, Bill?” Sue asked softly as she pulled a small cube from the cloth bag Huntress had passed to her.

“Yes, do pause for a moment, Wanda,” Bill urged softly while chuckling, before replying. “No, Sue, no equipment is in use in this room. What are you fiddling with? And Wanda, before you go on, are you telling me that Tyler Roberts successfully neutered the Amazon princess?

“Successfully castrated Princess Diana at YOUR urging, Bill” Janet cut in while giggling heartily, “just as YOU…well at Hank’s request and partly because I was stupid enough to select the declitting tube as my declitting method…. Just as you came within a hairsbreadth of permanently destroying MY sex life, Mr. Jennings. Is that working yet, Sue?”

“Yes, Janet,” Sue replied, obviously thinking furiously. “It’s a transmitter that blocks out surveillance equipment, Bill. I’ve just put a privacy screen around this room. You see, Wanda was about to tell you that Captain America was concerned because he believes that someone in the 41^st Century government…someone high up…must be aware of our visits, and may be manipulating Wanda…and by extension…Janet and I, into traps designed to collect our colleague’s meat…if not our own. Cap speculated that this senior-level official is probably bugging…surveilling…the places we heroines have been frequenting. We’re now taking precautions. You’d better finish your tale of our hair-raising return to the 21^st Century, Janet, and explain why Bill needs to be prepared to add an asterisk to his ‘I told you so’.”

“Oh, yeah!” Janet acknowledged with an ear-to-ear grin on her face. “So, the first person who was injured on our fieldtrips is the first to get their appendages and/or organs repaired when we get home, and that was me. Right off the bat, we got regeneration failure when Hank sent the nanogenes to reconstruct my pilfered pleasure button. I was practically bawling after two no-goes between my legs, but normal success with regenerating my missing C-cups. At this point, Sue chose to explain your theory of declining probabilities of clitoris regeneration for each subsequent declitting, which, by the way, our scientist types subscribe to. Hank was frantic, and about ready to surgically open me up to create access for the nanogenes with a scalpel when Dinah…yep, Miss blonde-as-they-get…suggested inserting a tube-like plastic rod we use to stir coffee into the clitoral cavity to hold it open so the microscopic repair robots could get access to the clitoral stump. Voila! I’m whole!”

“And while all this is happening, I’m thanking God that you WERE just teasing, Bill, when you had Cheryl and me stretched out and waiting to get OUR clitorises clipped out of our vulvas,” Sue interjected with an embarrassed grin on her face. “What Janet went through was terrifying, but the stress was far from over. Do you want to take over, Wanda?”

“As Zatanna was no longer with us,” Wanda explained while blushing badly, “Princess Diana was sent to stand before the repair-me-now wall, and she had the ‘royal orbs of Themyscira’ restored ‘forthwith’, before attempting to regenerate her missing clitoris. No problem there, but, naturally, the first attempt to restore her sexual center was a failure. Hank, of course, tried Dinah’s coffee stirrer stick trick next, but that failed as well. Hank had already noted that he could get at most an inch-and-a-half of stick in the clitoral cavity, from which all of us knew two inches of sex organ had been extracted. It became obvious that the clitoral stump must have been buried in the cavity just beyond the point where the tiny organ turned downward and split to form the crura, and that the only chance of getting tissue regeneration using the Chula device was using a scalpel while trying not to cut any arteries. Wonder Woman, as I said, in tears, elected instead to rush off sans clothes to the healing mud pits of Themyscira and pray to the Goddess Gaea for healing…asterisk coming. At that point, I myself was thanking God I hadn’t gotten myself declitted on THAT girls’ night out.”

“Well, Dinah was next, and Hank got her fixed up without problem,” Wanda continued with a sheepish smile on her face, “and Janet and Dinah paid their doctor’s fees by having a fellatio competition, Janet paired with Oliver and Dinah paired with Hank. I, and Sue, had our breasts restored, and were engaged in our own fellatio competition, me paired with Oliver, when Mister Fantastic and Captain America showed up…mid ejaculation. A heartbreaking situation, given the guilt Sue’s always felt when she’s had to have sex with someone other than her husband. Given the fact that Zatanna’s costume was stacked on the floor like Princess Diana’s, things got worse as my team leader learned we girls had suffered casualties…Firebird, Ice, Fire, and Zatanna…in addition to Wonder Woman’s neutering. Cap had also discovered video of Hank and Oliver behind the penis guillotine from events earlier in the day. When, I explained that I, at least, was committed to returning to the 41^st Century for the foxhunt we are about become part of, Cap scheduled a guillotine exercise as a teambuilding exercise for today, as a way of trying to embarrass me into giving up our ‘recreational’ activities in the 41^st Century.”

“Right!” Janet jumped in with a mischievous grin on her face. “Which brings us back to my scheduled fellatio with Mister Fantastic to pay for my husband’s transgressions with Sue, and Sue’s scheduled Fantastic Foursome to pay for her transgressions with Hank; by the way, I’m still expecting to get gangbanged by bikers to pay for my transgression with Andy. Anyhow, those first two payments were scheduled to take place the following Tuesday and Wednesday, respectively. Except those payments haven’t happened yet, because a sick little villain named Arcade decided he was going to milk dry every superheroine he could get his hands on, and then make their milk worth a fortune by making each and every heroine’s lactic contribution the last of its kind…rather permanently. You take over, Helena.”

“Okay, but feel free to kibitz,” the Huntress said with obvious shyness. “Arcade sent out kidnap teams to collect every female costumed vigilante he could find, and once he had more than a couple of us, began strapping heroines into one of five milking stalls he had set up. To discourage rescue attempts by our male colleagues, the stalls were wired to electrocute even the most damage resistant milk-able metahuman with the flick of a switch. To rub salt in the wounds, he hijacked the video feeds for every television broadcast channel on the planet, so that the world could see what happened to us. And the happening wasn’t good! The whole thing started with the first five human milk cows…Batgirl, Storm, Scarlet Witch, Wonder Woman, and me…right after being hooked to the milkers, being forced to fellate three or four bikers each; the so-called protein shakes were supposedly needed to keep our milk production up, but this sordid entertainment was probably a sage attempt on Arcade’s part to capture his viewing audience. Arcade also announced that, as each heroine ran dry, her breasts would be hacked off, to, as Janet said, to make sure each milked dry heroine’s blue-tinged milk…for which there was already a strong demand for on the black market…would be the last of its vintage. Arcade elaborated on this goal as his kidnap teams continued to collect costumed vigilantes. Wanda?”

“Well, it seems that the villains of our time zone had been speculating as to whether the Riddler’s claims that he had poached the breasts I was born with were true,” the Scarlet Witch explained with a shrug of her shoulders. “Yes, the very breasts now hanging from a trophy board in your office, Bill. It seems the criminal community had also been theorizing about how, if those were my original breasts, I might be carrying another set of obviously genuine D-cups on my chest. They, or at least some of them, correctly guessed that the Avengers had a tissue regenerator, and postulated on how regeneration failure could be guaranteed. I guess it pissed them off to see their hard work put into mutilating a heroine go to waste. Arcade was working on two theories: 1) breast regeneration required that some breast tissue remain on the wound above the pectoral muscles for regeneration to be possible, and 2) only fresh wounds could be regenerated. To cover the first, incorrect, postulation, Arcade planned on carefully trimming all breast tissue from the wounds post-debreasting, and made each heroine under the guillotine blade do her damndest to make sure he didn’t have to work too hard at the trimming. He threatened to hang any girl that didn’t lean hard enough into the debreasting portals, or who resisted debreasting. More troublingly, Arcade planned on keeping us breastless heroines locked up in his facility for two weeks post-debreasting before he set us free. This would have guaranteed our permanent breastlessness due to the Chula device’s limitations. Helena.”

“Well, Batgirl ran dry first, and, while they were loading Hawkgirl into the cowled redhead’s vacated stall, and labeling and exchanging her partially filled milk tank, they strapped Gotham’s comely caped crusader into a wood-framed guillotine,” the Huntress recounted softly. “It was definitely scary for the girls still squirting milk, maybe scarier than Batgirl found it as she stared at the chopping blade, because we couldn’t see what was happening, just hear it. It was especially terrifying for me, because I could feel my milk streams weakening, and knew I would soon stand where Batgirl was. After quite a bit of teasing, we heard the click of the blade release, followed by the rattle and whoosh of the blade falling, and then a wet double plop. Batgirl screamed and swore at Arcade telling him how much her chest hurt, and then the master of deadly games stunned us with another surprise. Janet, would you like to explain just what Arcade revealed, evidently as the bow-tie gamer was holding Batgirl’s severed breasts before her face?”

“Arcade revealed that he had made a deal with my company, Van Dyne Enterprises,” Janet admitted with a shrug of her shoulders, before smirking as she exclaimed, “a lucrative deal for him he believed. Arcade had contracted with us to have his henchmen deliver each set of breast skins he collected to my company’s clothing accessories branch the next day. The devious contest designer took great pleasure in pointing out, while I watched the television broadcast from one of his cells, that Van Dyne Industry’s CEO, that would be me, the Wasp, would be contributing one of the sets of breast skins to my own company. Van Dyne Industries, in turn would gently tan the costumed vigilantes’ breast skins, make the minimal alterations necessary to make them functional, and sell the hollowed out breasts as purses, makeup bags, or wineskins…with the former owner’s nom de guerre tattooed in a prominent location!”

“Did you just say that your company is making clothing accessories out of girls’ breast skins?” Cheryl asked with widened eyes from the entrance to the dairy as she held a large tray in each hand. “Wanda and Sue, could you each take a tray and set it on the counter so I can re-strip. We’re running low on fillets up front, so I wouldn’t want to give the boss an excuse to collect mine!” As Wanda and Sue complied, Cheryl added, “And did you just say these were superheroines’ breast skins, including your own, Janet?”

“Well, we don’t want to get ahead of the story,” Janet replied as Cheryl quickly stripped, slid past Wanda, and the three girls retook their seats, “but yes and yes, Cheryl. Van Dyne Enterprises had some lobbyists in Washington DC working to get consensual severe body modification legalized, and that legislation included language that would see to it that the products of those modifications…chiefly breast skins, clitorises, penises, and scrotums…could legally be used in a manufacturing process and sold. Because we expect the services offered by severe body modification clinics to be slow in catching the public’s fancy, we anticipated that the byproducts of these services will remain hard to come by, so the clothing accessories and sex toys that we plan to manufacture should remain quite rare and thus quite pricy for the foreseeable future. Van Dyne Enterprises, anticipating that the legislation would likely pass, which it did, saw the availability of a significant number of superheroine breast skins as the opportunity of a lifetime, even if we needed to hold the preserved breast skins in storage for a few months. We didn’t expect Arcade to out us. I’ll explain what happened to the breast skins harvested by Arcade once we reach the end of the retelling of this massive misadventure. Helena.”

“Actually, I’ll jump in and note that at about this time in the Arcade ‘dairy day’ affair, I learned that, at the last minute, the Goddess Gaea did restore Wonder Woman’s clitoris, thank heavens,” Wanda interjected with a grin. “Asterisk added, Bill, but we did come too darn close to ending up with a couple of permanently clitless time-tourists.”

“Which is why I’m really glad you said you wouldn’t go out of your way to declit me, Bill,” Sue said softly with a hopeful look on her face. “I know you teased Wanda about snapping her love button up the first chance you get, but I hope your kind assurance to me applies to all of us time tourists.”

“Well, Sue, to be honest, I got the worst ass chewing I can remember for not collecting your clit candy when I had a chance,” Bill replied with a frown. “Not a word about letting Cheryl off the hook too, but the ex-President is really pissed at me over letting your sex life slip through my fingers. Therefore, I think I should make what I said very clear. I said, I will never excise your clitoris from you, Susan, unless you misbehave, lose in my nightly lottery when that’s what at stake, or your husband asks me to, OR…. That last unspecified OR is what you need to keep in mind, Invisible Woman. While I won’t dishonor myself by outright cheating, there are lots of situations where I could conceivably see myself trying to use your clit candy to placate the ex-President. If you girls can’t stand the risks that come with visiting this time zone, go home! Continue with your story, Huntress.”

“Yes, Sir,” Helena said softly as she noted the shock and dismay on Sue’s face. “The next thing we know, Arcade’s dairy manager is dangling Batgirl’s severed breasts before the girls in the milking stalls’ faces. God those C-cups looked pathetically insignificant. Then they chained Batgirl to a bondage rack near the wall in front of us, her arms stretched high above her head, exposing her ugly chest wounds for both the milk cows and the audience at home to see. With my nipples squirting ever weaker pulses of milk, we human milk cows were forced to fellate another three or four bikers each while Arcade had the breast guillotine changed out for another; evidently he wasn’t satisfied with the efficiency of Batgirl’s breast removal. At the same time, the first guillotine frame was moved and converted into a pendulum blade debreasting device.”

“The wait was terrifying,” Helena said, before taking a long drink of lactic blaster and adding, “although Wanda did try to give me some tips as how I might convert my imminent debreasting into a positive sexually arousing experience. Then I was being strapped behind the breast guillotine. My, that milk is both good and alchoholic!”

“Try the sandwich,” Wanda suggested with an encouraging look on her face. “You’re doing great with the recounting, Helena!”

“Thanks!” the Huntress spat with obvious disconcertment on her face. “I think I came close to reaching climax, but after too much teasing for my taste, Arcade tugged outward on my nipples, I heard the click, and time slowed to a crawl as the guillotine blade seemed to hardly move downward in spite of the roar and rattle in my ears. After forever, I heard a ‘tap’ and felt a gentle downward pull on my left upper torso, a pull which almost instantly became centered. I heard a loud pain-filled gasp, my own gasp, and agony flooded from my chest. The slight downward pull ended as the mouton flashed down past my eyes and below the lunettes.”

Helena took a health bite of her sandwich, and grinned as she chortled, “Good Lord that tastes good. The meat is Captain Marvel’s breasts?” The Huntress watched as a grinning Scarlet Witch nodded, before admitting, “Okay, now I can see why you girls have decided gynophagia is okay. Girls taste delicious, and I could never be happy with no meat in my diet. Let’s see. Where was I? Oh, yes.”

Helana took another swig of lactic blaster, before recounting, “I threw my head forward, stared downward as I gasped in agony a second time, and saw my boobies still protruding outward on the other side of the guillotine lunettes’ oval cutout. The whooshing sound ended abruptly with a loud clang, I guess as the guillotine blade bottomed out, and I began to think the blade had somehow missed me…despite the agony emanating from my chest. Then my hopes were crushed as I saw a red line and small gap between my boobies and the outer lunette surfaces. By then I could tell my boobies were dropping downward, and I felt heartbroken. Then I saw the downward drop become a tumble…I started crying! The tumble ended in a loud, wet, double splat, and I just stared in disbelief at the jiggling boobies resting on the dairy floor for what seemed like hours. Then I was yelling at Arcade and telling everyone the pain wasn’t that bad. After a while, Arcade stuck my severed breasts in front of me, and, as they were carried away, carved away any remaining breast tissue with a scalpel. Soon, I was dangling from the display rack, actually eager to watch the girls who came after me get their boobies totaled. I still hurt, but not so badly I couldn’t ignore it…knowing I had to. Batgirl was in good spirits too!”

“Well done, Helena,” Sue said softly with an encouraging look on her face. “Wanda will take over for a while. Before she does, I want to tell you, I’m glad you don’t mind the food. I had a hard time trying to get my head around eating girl meat for a while. I think I’m getting to the point that I’m actually eager to try the next dish!”

“It IS a good thing that none of you are queasy with respect to the only meat we have in our culture…a food staple AND an expensive delicacy, Susan,” Bill Jennings observed matter-of-factly. “From what I understand of the way Jason Carlson runs his foxhunts, you can expect meat for breakfast, and, if you survive the hunt, a feast of the same before you are released and brought back to the city. Many girls consider it worth risking their lives to get so much of a good thing. In case you are wondering, and you should be, both long pigs will come from the foxes kidnapped this evening. Obviously, the first long pig will be culled before the hunt and cooked very early morning by the camp hand; they may convert the sow least likely to make a good chase, or they may convert a sow who they think might be a threat to the foxhunters. The end-of-hunt long pig would be one of the foxes harvested early in the hunt…usually one of the more difficult to catch foxes. Let’s see how well you manage your story with those tidbits of information in your head, Wanda!”

Wanda Maximoff glanced across the table to note shock and dismay on her colleagues’ faces, and realized her expression was likely the same, before rasping softly, “Thanks, Bill. A little foreknowledge can go a long way. I hadn’t wondered what they would be feeding the foxes. Let’s hope one of us, at least, isn’t breakfast. That would be disappointing. If I don’t run hard enough or hide well enough, well, I’ll be fine with not going home in that case. Either way, if I’m the one who becomes food, please try to eat heartily and enjoy thoroughly!”

“Hear, hear!” Helena spat with a crooked grin on her face. “I’ll drink to that!” All six people at the counter clanked glasses and took a long pull of lactic blaster.

“With respect to Arcade’s ‘dairy day’,” Wanda began a moment later, “Storm was next….” The Scarlet Witch spent many minutes describing the terrible events of ‘dairy day’ before finally getting to the rescue initiated by the Black Widow’s brave self-sacrifice. “And then,” Wanda concluded, “we had all of the debreasted heroines rushed to Avengers’ Mansion where Hank spent what seemed to be an eternity restoring one set of breasts after another with the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator. Unfortunately, this seems to have severely stressed the device, which is acting up and may be on the brink of failure. Additionally, the Avengers, unable to otherwise explain the restoration of all those breasts hacked off on live television, had to own up to the existence of the alien device. There have already been congressional subpoenas issued! Janet, you promised Cheryl you would explain what your company did with all of our pilfered breast skins.”

“Well, from the story so far, you can probably guess two things,” Janet chortled softly with a mischievous grin on her face. “Firstly, everyone was much too busy for several hours to worry about what happened to the severed breasts, not to mention the extracted milk, that had been collected at Arcade’s Dairy World. Secondly, when someone did finally begin to wonder, more than a few girls were peeved at me, thinking I not only was going to make a fortune on their misfortunes, but that I might even have collaborated with Arcade. As we’re in a dairy, I’ll admit that the milk Arcade collected landed in the hands of a villain named Thorne, and has glutted the black market for ‘blue’ milk in our time zone.”

“With respect to us superheroines’ breasts,” Janet continued more sheepishly, “well…our severed breasts had already been carefully hollowed by Arcade’s professional skinner…I’m ashamed to admit that Arcade’s skinner wasted the breast meat. Our breast skins, however, had been delivered to Van Dyne Industries’ clothing accessories division just as planned. I was quick witted enough to call my supervising manager and see to it that our breast skins were tanned intact and turned into women’s accessories, just as the agreement the company had made with Arcade stipulated. However, rather than marketing the superheroine memorabilia, as Arcade had planned to do, my company ate the manufacturing costs. Instead of putting the remnants of a rather bad day for superheroines and a rather fondly remembered entertainment event for most of the rest of the world on sale, I arranged to hold a random memorabilia drawing, which only those superheroines that had been Arcade’s victims could participate in. In other words, many of the re-breasted superheroines went home with clothing accessories made from one of the breasts from two of their colleagues.”

“I drew Power Girl’s left D-cup, which had been made into a ‘Real-Breast’ purse during my first-round drawing…Karen, or Kara, rather, was a good sport about it and autographed it right next to the tattoo of her nom-de-guerre on the bag,” Wanda broke in gleefully as she set down the small piece of sandwich that still remained uneaten. “I drew Shadowcat of the X-Men’s right B-cup, which had been turned into a makeup bag in the second round. As for my own breasts…”

“Butt out, Wanda!” Janet interjected with a giggle. “I going to pat myself on the back for getting the girls un-peeved, well mostly, at me. Six of the superheroines that had been debreasted by Arcade, seven if you count me, declined to participate in the drawing, but also indicated that they didn’t mind if Van Dyne Industries used their memorabilia of a painful experience in the random drawing for the forced debreasting victims. Rather than some girls getting to draw a third time, the superheroines that did participate unanimously voted that I pick six sets of clothing accessories to sell to the public, just as Arcade had planned to do. Six sets, not seven, because, as Wanda explained, Black Widow’s breasts went kabloom. Wanda’s ‘Real-Breast’ wineskins go on sale via the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories website in a few weeks, along with wineskins made from Wonder Woman, She-Hulk, and Starfire’s breast skins, and ‘Real-Breast’ make-up bags made from the skins of me and Supergirl’s C-cups. The proceeds will go to charity. Most everyone is placated if not happy. Whose sweater puppies did you draw, Helena and Sue?”

“A Storm purse and a Raven makeup bag,” Helena admitted shyly. “And yes I’ve already taken them out on the town…on a date…my dad was very wealthy so my date just thought I was rich enough to buy them. I’m not sure I’ll do that again…unless nippled handbags get more common. Everyone stared!” Huntress popped the last of her Captain Marvel sandwich in her mouth.

“A Jean Grey/Marvel Girl/Phoenix purse and a Batgirl makeup bag,” Sue said softly as her face reddened. “They’re kept in the family safe. Reed thinks they will be worth a fortune when the girl he thinks he might soon try to get me pregnant with is old enough to use them. Before one of the other girls tells you what happened during today’s guillotine teambuilding exercise, why don’t you tell us the highlights of your last week and a half, Cheryl? We need to leave in about forty minutes, and I don’t think any of us wants the conversation to remain so one-sided.”

“Well…things have been…mostly…dull,” Cheryl replied as she blushed badly. “Not that I would be complaining. Dull is good for a girl in this society.”

“Are you going to ask Cheryl why it was only MOSTLY dull, Wanda?” Bill asked gruffly as an obviously disconcerted Cheryl made a show of washing the last of her sandwich down.

After a quick double take, Wanda spat, “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s happened that wasn’t dull, Cheryl?”

“Tell our reckless big-breasted time tourist, Miss Simmons,” Bill Jennings commanded forcefully.

“Well…the day before yesterday…Jason Carlson paid Final Fantasy a visit,” Cheryl announced softly. “I think…at first…he wanted to make sure you and your friends were going to show up tonight, Wanda.”

“At first?” Wanda spat with obvious concern.

“Well…seeing that Bill wasn’t around and that I was left in charge…I guess he decided that Final Fantasy was a good place to recruit backup foxes for tonight…just in case you girls didn’t show up, Wanda,” Cheryl admitted sheepishly.

“Give her the details, Cheryl!” Bill urged with a frown on his face.

“Mr. Carlson took my arm and led me over to stand near the door to the barbecue pits and told me about the foxhunt tomorrow and…asked…me to show up at the rendezvous site you girls will soon be departing for. I…well…I….”

“Cheryl, sweetie,” Sue interjected as she watched the buxom blonde manager squirm as she tried to explain what happened, “did he take you to the barbeque pit door…or did he lead you to the Jessica machine next to it?”

“The Jessica machine,” Cheryl admitted in a whisper. “I…well I…politely declined his invitation to get myself kidnapped and become a sow in his hunt. He ordered me to strip and mount Jessica!”

“A Jessica machine is an automated girl trap,” Janet explained quickly to Helena with a quirky grin on her face while pointing at the impalement machine across the room. “If you climb on one, you are almost certain to set it off! If you set it off, it traps you atop it and you get a long steel spit shoved through your body from pussy lips to mouth lips. The machine is smart enough to impale you without any serious damage to your organs. Then you can roast alive over the barbecue pits. Some girls in this time zone would call that a win!”

“Janet!” Sue hissed softly. “Stop being crude! Besides Cheryl isn’t….”

“It’s okay, Sue,” Cheryl urged softly as she continued to blush, “Someone needed to explain to Helena or she would just be confused with what I was saying. And…to be clear…I am one of those girls who would consider ending my existence as a live roaster to be better than most alternatives. However, I’d like to put off being made meat as long as I think there is even an outside chance of earning papers…and frankly I’d like to enjoy my new manager position for at least a little while.”

“To earn your papers from one of the few males available in this society is like being married…but it also exempts you from risking your meat in the weekly ‘Lottery’,” Janet quickly explained. “It’s a real coup!”

“I guess being the new manager aggravated an already bad situation,” Cheryl admitted softly as she blushed beet red while trying to ignore the interruption. “It didn’t take long for most of the staff to notice what was up…and by the time Mr. Carlson reiterated his demand that I strip and mount Jessica, we had an audience.”

Tears began streaming down Cheryl’s face as she gasped, “I was terrified! I knew I was supposed to comply without complaint…but I didn’t. I told Mr. Carlson I couldn’t do as he ordered because my responsibilities to Final Fantasy, due to my position, wouldn’t allow me to make myself meat…parallel to waitresses not being allowed to do voluntary debreasting stints. Mr. Carlson simply proclaimed that my riding Jessica wasn’t going to be voluntary…and told me to mount a third time. I’m so embarrassed! I offered to fellate him instead…if he would just let me go back to work.”

Cheryl struggled and failed to manage a smile as Bill took her right hand in both of his and Wanda gave her a quick hug, before continuing with, “I knew I was dead when he shrugged as he unzipped his pants, and told me to get started on his member as soon as I was naked. I dropped to my knees in my uniform, again ignoring his order to strip…. The rules in the nightclub are the opposite of the dairy, Helena…if you’re naked, you’ve put your fillet…meaning your vulva and the surrounding meat…on sale to any customer that wants it…Final Fantasy collects the rest of your meat. So, basically, Mr. Carlson was agreeing to let me perform fellatio before I got myself spitted. Well, there was no getting myself out of the trap Mr. Carlson had put me in. I gave him my best head while still dressed, swallowed, stood, stripped, and climbed atop Jessica. I was maybe a half inch from letting the neck and waist cradles take my weight, activating Jessica, when I heard a loud voice yell ‘freeze’! I did!”

“That was me,” Bill explained softly. “I hadn’t expected to come to work at all that day, but I got an itch and did. As soon as I saw Cheryl on the Jessica with semen on her chin, I knew Carlson was up to no good. I yelled, ‘What in the hell are you about to do to my manager?’ Carlson told me he’d come in looking for you, Wanda, and, not finding you, on a whim was making Cheryl meat, as was the right of any male. As that was true…in public…and I had not limited that public right in my establishment with respect to my staff…including my manager…Jason had social etiquette on his side.”

“He could kill anyone he wanted just because he wanted to?” Helena gasped with obvious disconcertment.

“I see you’ve not prepared your entourage properly, yet again, Wanda!” Bill Jennings snapped with obvious irritation as he glared at the Scarlet Witch. “I’ll have to do something about that!”

“In that situation, I wasn’t anyone…as you use the term…Helena,” Cheryl, tears still streaming down her face, explained. “By anyone, you mean any PERSON. Well 41^st Century girls…and female time tourists…aren’t people. We are livestock waiting to be made meat by any man who wishes to do so. Mr. Carlson had asked me to make myself meat four times. By rights he could have brought charges against me that would have resulted in the worst fate a girl can suffer in this society. He could have had my meat wasted…not made part of the worldwide food chain…..presumably after a very unpleasant death.”

“Right…well…as I said…I knew Carlson was up to no good,” Bill said, resuming his part of the story. “I could see what had happened and what still HAD to happen…and gambled. I announced that Cheryl’s fillet was exposed to the public in the nightclub, and that, unless someone had beat me to it, I was, by nightclub rules, purchasing her fillet.”

“GOD I felt SO relieved, despite the fact I was still straddling Jessica!” Cheryl announced as a grin joined her tears. “I was hoping that I might manage to get back to managing…and if not…at least my meat would go to friends, and my family would get my pension. Then I felt a hand laid flat on the small of my back.”

“My hand!” Bill Jennings clarified with a look of embarrassment on his face. “All I had to do was push down and Cheryl would have been forced into the cradles, and then she would have been made ready for live roasting. I didn’t want Carlson to get the satisfaction of seeing his bullying of one of my employees work, so I banned his ass from Final Fantasy for a month. I’m still waiting to see if he files a complaint for interrupting him in the process of adding meat to the worldwide food chain. I could get docked…and Cheryl could get wasted…although I doubt either will happen in view of the friends I’ve made in high places.”

“Maybe I deserve punishment…given my embarrassing behavior. You see…social etiquette demands that I convert a sow to meat as soon as that intention is announced. All I had to do was press my hand downward! I would have sworn I would do just that…every time…no matter who the un-papered girl was that had been made a sow! I’d make any girl meat the first chance I had! That’s who I am! I would have swore it! Instead, as soon as Carlson walked out the door, I lifted Cheryl off Jessica’s back and sent her back to work.” An obviously embarrassed Bill Jennings shrugged and added, “I do now have rules posted at every entryway that makes it clear that senior Final Fantasy employees cannot fraternize with the customers, and that anyone culling such an employee into the worldwide food chain while she’s on duty will be permanently banned from Final Fantasy.”

“Thank heavens!” Cheryl exclaimed cheerfully before adding. “Why don’t you tell us about this guillotine teambuilding exercise you girls mentioned, girls. Don’t get too deep in the gory details. If I picked up on what Mr. Jennings said correctly, Wanda, your entourage is about to get a quick lesson in 41^st Century social etiquette!”

“Okay,” Wanda Maximoff replied with obvious remorse on her face, “we’ll do our best to comply, Cheryl. That’s the least I can do, given that the scare you suffered might be partly my fault. Before I begin…and I don’t want to embarrass you, Cheryl…tell me, do 41^st Century girls use sex toys when home alone in bed? You know…dildos?”

“Yes, Wanda,” Cheryl replied crimson-faced, “we do use plastic sex toys. It’s the closest we get to the real thing for long stretches at a time. I know you’re asking me, specifically, if I do. Yes…other than Assistant Coach Sacrino, Mr. Carlson’s penis is the first male appendage I’ve touched in eleven months. So it’s either plastic or settle for girls. Now…why did you make me admit that?”

“Sorry, Miss Simmons,” Wanda replied with a knowing grin, “I didn’t want to embarrass either of us in front of Bill. However, I’m thinking Jason Carlson ought to provide you with the means of getting pleasure from him…given that he was quick enough to enjoy pleasure from you. Now that I think about it, Sue may have mentioned such a possibility during our last visit to Final Fantasy...before Carlson made an ass of himself with you. As I’m about to spend a night and a day with Carlson, I’ll see what I can talk him out of…and trade to you for one of those port adaptors for 21^st Century USB data storage devices you said you were going to have made. Now…the guillotine teambuilding exercise….” It took about twelve minutes total for Wanda to summarize the guillotine events leading up to Captain Marvel’s debreasting, and for Janet to describe the orgy that followed.

Chapter 5. Heady Lessons

“Well, it sounds like you girls have already had an eventful day,” Bill Jennings noted with a chuckle. “Watching Captain Marvel get debreasted while Hawkeye forced a climax on her must have been wonderfully entertaining…and I doubt it is just the debreasting nightclub entrepreneur in me that has me saying that. What did you think of what Wanda and Janet had to say, Cheryl? Do tell us…fully…without trying to avoid embarrassing yourself.”

Cheryl blushed beet red before shrugging her shoulders and admitting, “I’m afraid I found the description of the debreasting only mildly interesting myself, Mr. Jennings. However, Janet’s description of the orgy…. Well frankly…it made me wet. So many men to pair with…and not having to worry about having to contribute a piglet to the Orphanages. Helena, as I’m guessing you know, adult girls can’t use birth control in this society…un-papered girls aren’t allowed to keep any offspring resulting from pregnancies…girl babies are called piglets and sent to facilities that grow them for the sole purpose of becoming part of the worldwide food chain. If you need to know more, ask your friends…later. Anyhow, the thought of all those hunky men pairing with you girls makes me jealous, and, as I said, wet.”

“Yes, well, I guess I should be honest and admit that I’m rather aroused myself, Miss Simmons,” Bill chortled softly as he grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Naturally, it isn’t thoughts of hunky men that have given me a stiff erection. Do you think maybe it’s a bit unfair that these time tourists have gotten us aroused with their sexual adventures, but haven’t offered to continue their good times with us, Cheryl? What if I move over to the center of the dairy and tell you to fellate me, Huntress?”

“I would quickly walk to the center of the dairy, take my knees, and try to give you the best blow job you ever had, Mr. Jennings,” Helena announced calmly as she nodded. “Just to be clear, though, these girls did brief me thoroughly on how I was expected to behave in this time zone. My reaction to what Carlson tried to do to Cheryl was unguarded because I THOUGHT I was among friends here. That might have been an unwarranted supposition, Sir. If you feel you need to give me quick lesson in 41^st Century social etiquette, I’m up for it. Shall we step to the center of the room?”

“Let’s hear what Cheryl has to say first, Miss Bertinelli,” Bill replied with a chuckle. “Should these girls continue their sexual adventures with us, Miss Simmons?”

“Well, Sir, I’m tempted to point out that there are not enough hunky men to go around,” Cheryl said softly as she shrugged her shoulders. “Then I would give Helena some sage advice…keep your wits about you and guard your words around any 41^st Century male…even those you consider friends. Male familiars will always be weighing the benefits of your friendship against the need to make you meat, and eventually, unless they’ve given you papers, they WILL make you meat. That said, Mr. Jennings, I will resist temptation and go with the flow. Yes, these girls should continue their sexual adventures with us, as long as we can get them out of the dairy in time to make their rendezvous. Somehow I don’t think you are going to settle for straightforward fellatio, Sir!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter before exclaiming, “Right again, Miss Simmons! I’m always amazed at the way you seem to always know what I have in mind. I suppose that explains why I found myself, much to my own disconcertment, dragging you out of Jessica’s embrace. You are simply too valuable to make meat…at least until we’ve walked through Club X’s doors. Huntress, you will be giving me head! However, Cheryl is right, my dear girl, the center of the room while these other four sit here and watch, just won’t do. Are you ready for a real lesson in 41^st Century social etiquette, Justice Leaguer?”

“I’ll do my best, Mr. Jennings,” Helena replied softly with a frown on her face, knowing the question was one hundred percent rhetorical.

“The best blow job I ever had?”

“Errr…I might have been a bit boisterous with that claim, Sir,” the Huntress admitted while blushing badly. “I am a superheroine, which means I’ve had plenty of practice on men who aren’t boyfriends, but I’m probably the least proficient fellator of the four of us time tourists. The Wasp is reputed to give the best blow job in the heroine business, and I’ve been told she’s trained the Scarlet Witch well.”

“Yes, I think Miss Van Dyne and Miss Maximoff deserve those reputations, and I can tell you from firsthand experience, the Invisible Woman is pretty proficient at fellatio as well,” Bill acknowledged with a chuckle. “However, you are going to have to try to prove your original claim, Huntress, as you have been selected to give head. How about cunnilingus, Huntress? How would you rate the other three girls when it comes to that?”

“Well, Sir, I only have firsthand experience with the Scarlet Witch…earlier today as Wasp mentioned,” Helena proclaimed in a quivering voice. “Wanda did more than okay, but I suspect she’s not as good as either of the other two girls…if only from a lack of enthusiasm. Zatanna told me the Wasp is a damned good pussy licker…presumably from firsthand experience…so I’ll give Janet the nod again!”

“What can I say?” Janet Van Dyne exclaimed with a pleased-as-Punch look on her face. “I’m just plain good at sex, period! It takes lots of practice, and I don’t mind the practice.”

“I’ve always enjoyed your spunky enthusiasm, Wasp,” Bill Jennings admitted with a hearty chuckle. “Very well, I have the information I need to test Huntress’s ability to maintain 41^st Century social etiquette. Susan, please turn your surveillance blocker off now. If someone IS watching you time tourists while you girls are visiting, they will want to see what happens next. Helena, do you see the guillotine centered before the wall on the far side of the room?”

Helena Bertinelli gulped loudly as she watched a seemingly shocked Sue press a button on the cube, before mumbling, “Uhmm…yes, Mr. Jennings.”

“Go stand on the far side of the machine, straddling the bascule, bend, and place your throat on the lower lunette, Huntress,” Bill commanded sternly as he glared at Helena. Then the nightclub owner grinned at Janet and instructed, “Wasp, you follow Helena over and secure her into the bent over position with her back level to the floor. Control the elevation of her crotch, and consequently her neck, by how widespread her feet are placed. You’re going to want to have comfortable access to her vulva while you are laying face-up on the bascule. Go…both of you…NOW!” Bill Jennings roared with laughter as the blood rushed out of Helena’s face and Janet giggled with excitement.

“Concentrate on the moment, Helena,” Wanda called out as her best friend and the time tourists’ new acquaintance began their journeys across the room. “This isn’t a practical joke. Bill will add you to his larder if you fuck up…and then Carlson is going to be peeved at me for not delivering my full quota of foxes. However, if you do what you’re told as best you can, all four of us will be leaving the dairy in pristine condition.”

“My dear Wanda,” Bill exclaimed jovially, “it’s highly unlikely that at least one of the girls in this room won’t be leaving the room missing at least some important body part. Cheryl, go stand in front of the Jessica machine so that you can watch Huntress perform fellatio on me. Leave plenty of room for the Invisible Woman to kneel before you and perform cunnilingus, while the Scarlet Witch suckles those big breasts of yours. I’ll explain the rules of my adventurous little game when everyone is in position.”

Helena Bertinelli’s head was swimming as first Janet, and then both Janet and Cheryl, moved busily around her. As soon as the Justice Leaguer had reached her designated position behind the guillotine machine and straddled the red-leather-padded rectangular bench-like bascule, Janet had tied her wrists behind her back with one of the cords that had been lying on the floor under the bascule. As Helena stared up the ten-foot high posts secured at the bottom to a sturdy platform to shiver at the sight of the heavy angled blade and attached mouton hanging under the sturdy cross-bar, Janet had kicked the brunette’s feet apart, one at a time. As Janet quickly lay back on the bascule and thrust her head under Helena’s hairless vulva, the Justice Leaguer noted that each post had a smooth, straight, oiled groove carved near its inner edge to keep the blade falling straight downward in a vertical orientation when, no if, it was released. On the inside of the posts, rearward of the grooves, Helena could see peg holes to hold the lunettes in place. The tall athletic brunette grunted and complied as the Wasp instructed, “Spread your feet a little wider, Miss Bertinelli! You wouldn’t want me to get a crick in my neck would you?”

As the Wasp squirmed out from between the Huntress’s legs, Cheryl lifted the upper lunette out of the way and chirped, “Do bend over and level your back with the floor, Miss Helena.” Followed by, “Good! Now move your feet back, just a little. That’s it! Do you see the floor rings, Miss Janet?” Helena sensed Janet nod behind her as she edged backward while the blonde manager pulled the lower lunette’s pegs inward and lifted it until the lowest point in the cutout’s downward curve pressed against her throat just below her Adam’s apple. As the Wasp tied her right ankle, presumably to the floor ring Cheryl had pointed out, Cheryl lowered the upper lunette, trapping Helena’s neck in place under the deadly blade. While Janet tied her left ankle, Cheryl handed Bill Jennings what was obviously a key, dropped a thick rectangular block on the floor in front of the Huntress’s head, and then slid around Sue and spread her legs, before asking, “Is that wide enough to give you proper access to my vulva, Miss Sue?”

“I think so, sweetie,” the Invisible Woman giggled, before twisting her head and watching the Wasp squirm back under the Huntress’s crotch. “I may be blonde, but I’m thinking we are about to have a climax race!”

“Partly correct, Susan,” Bill Jennings announced with a chuckle as he inserted the key in the guillotine post to Huntress’s right and twisted it. “Here are the rules, girls! Sue, Janet, and Huntress are in a race to induce climax’s, while Huntress, Cheryl, and I are trying to delay our own climax until someone else orgasms. If Huntress forces me to ejaculate first, and I can honestly believe Sue and Janet were performing their best cunnilingus, you girls win and no one gets hurt. Obviously, if Huntress climaxes first before Cheryl climaxes or I ejaculate, I’ll press the blade release button and collect her meat after the guillotine blade gives me her head while she’s giving head. If Cheryl climaxes first, she’ll ride Jessica and I’ll collect the meat I purchased out from under Carlson’s nose, and you girls can tell him I’ve done so when you see him later. Cheryl will be at a disadvantage, because Wanda will be pleasuring her breasts in an attempt to supplement Susan’s efforts. If I decide either Sue, Janet, or Wanda are NOT trying their hardest to add meat to my larder, I’ll declit all four of you time tourists and lock you into one of my storage rooms for the next two weeks, ending any concerns you girls have that the Chula device might be failing. Lastly, Wanda, if Huntress climaxes first and her disembodied head fails to finish her blow job, you’ll take her place and we’ll go again.”

“Huh?” gasped Helena, who had already been shivering with trepidation. “How can I finish fellatio if I’ve been guillotined?”

“Not necessarily a problem if you have self-discipline, Huntress,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle as he took a cord out of his pocket, pulled Helena’s hair through the lunettes, tied the cord around the top of the Justice Leaguer’s scull, causing the hair to become compressed into a ponytail, and then tied a loop in the other end of the cord. “I thought you might have guessed, Cheryl,” the nightclub owner said with a nod to the remote control in the blonde manager’s hand as a ceiling cable with a snap hook at its end lowered in above Helena’s head.

As he pushed the loop onto the hook, and the cable rose to pull the Huntress’s hair snuggly upward, Bill explained, “If you cum, Huntress, that razor-sharp guillotine blade will slice through your neck in a miniscule fraction of a second. I suspect you won’t even be sure you’ve been decapitated for a short time. With the cord keeping your head from receiving a disorientating blow as it falls to the floor, there is no reason for you to lose consciousness until the oxygen in the blood in your brain is used up. Even if you get beheaded, if you concentrate on what you’re doing and continue sucking, you should be able to save Wanda from the same fate, Justice Leaguer. Even if you fail to avoid climax, you could still go out a real heroine!”

“I’m afraid what Bill is telling you is true, Helena,” Wanda interjected in a soft calm voice. “We watched a girl do just as Bill says a few weeks ago after being beheaded by that very same guillotine. You need to do your job as well as you can for as long as you can, no matter what happens. That goes for all of us, even though we are working against each other in many respects. It’s the only way Mr. Jennings is going to get to have his fun with us, and for us to still have a chance to continue with our evening as planned. If it makes anyone feel any better about this, I, for one, believe Bill is hoping you succeed in making him ejaculate before either you or Cheryl climaxes, Helena.”

“Don’t bet on it, Wanda,” Bill Jennings spat with what seemed to be disgust as he unbuckled his belt, pushed his slacks and underwear down around his ankles, stepped onto the wooden block, and pushed his very large and very stiff penis forward. Huntress’s mouth automatically popped open to receive the massive erection. “Get to it girls, if you want to keep those clitorises at the apexes of your vulvas instead of in my clit candy bin!” Bill warned with a broad grin on his face.

Helena Bertinelli gasped with surprise as she felt the tip of the Wasp’s tongue begin circling her engorged clitoris while the Avenger also pushed a finger into her vagina. Helena’s eyes widened as she realized Janet was earnestly attempting to force climax on her—a climax which would see the Huntress beheaded. Obviously, Janet Van Dyne was not eager to risk getting herself declitted again, given that she had narrowly avoided having her previous declitting at Jennings’ hand result in her permanent castration.

The Huntress tried to push her head forward over the massive erection in her mouth, and groaned. The lunettes and the hair rope—especially the hair rope—were severely restricting her head movement. Face fucking—one of the more commonly employed fellatio techniques—was going to be both difficult and painful to manage. Helena quickly concentrated on sucking on the glans of the tumid penis like a lollypop, resulting in a soft grunt of pleasure from Bill Jennings.

Helena moaned softly as the circling tongue around her pleasure button switched to flickering, and a second finger joined the first in her vagina. The Justice Leaguer bobbed her head over Bill’s manhood as she stole a quick glance at the trio of girls to her left. Cheryl was grinning as the Invisible Woman slurped her tongue through the manager’s labia minora and licked over the 41^st Century girl’s clitoris in a catlike fashion, while the Scarlet Witch gently rubbed and suckled Cheryl’s huge breasts. Cheryl seemed to be confidently ignoring the nearby spitting machine she might soon have to straddle. As desperation began to flood through Helena’s mind, she began swirling her tongue around the corona of the nightclub owner’s penis glans.

At Bill’s command to begin, Sue Richards gave Cheryl’s clitoris a soft kiss and then began sliding her tongue through the big-breasted blonde’s labia, while Wanda, above her, began orally and digitally attacking the nightclub manager’s turgid nipples. Susan was in a quandary! If she performed her best cunnilingus on the 41^st Century girl, Sue would be largely responsible for the blonde’s death on the Jessica machine, but if she continued to go easy on Cheryl, she could be responsible for getting herself and her friends neutered. Additionally, with fresh vulva wounds, she and her friends would likely find the rigors of the upcoming foxhunt more difficult to withstand. That could be fatal for all four of the time tourists!

“Make her cum, Sue!” Wanda hissed softly as she paused in her breast pleasuring. “Cheryl’s going to be really peeved at you if she doesn’t manage to get off at all. Besides, this 41^st Century free ranger has already admitted that she daydreams about live roasting. You’ll just be feeding her fantasy!”

“Yes, do try to make me climax, Miss Sue,” Cheryl chirped softly with a grin on her face. “I do want to manage a cum…right after Mr. Jennings or Miss Helena. Remember our fun in the Boss’s office, Sue. I proved I’m pretty good at climax aversion, didn’t I? Don’t worry about me! Worry about keeping your own clit candy at the apex of your vulva. As for you, Wanda, I am so going to enjoy declitting YOU some day!”

Sue grinned as she heard Cheryl’s encouragement. Susan Richards definitely DID NOT want her own severed clitoris added to Victor von Doom’s snack box! Sue immediately focused her attention on Cheryl’s pleasure button, flicking her tongue down around the rim of the clitoris, first on one side of the button and then the other.

“If you get the chance to personally snap up my sex life, Cheryl, you go for it girl!” Wanda replied jovially before resuming her oral assault on the big-breasted blonde’s moneymakers. The Scarlet Witch felt certain—well reasonably certain—that Cheryl Simmons wouldn’t be the first to climax. Wanda reached out and began tweaking the nipple she wasn’t suckling, and grinned as Cheryl moaned softly.

Given the go ahead, Janet immediately jumped into full assault mode as she worked over the Huntress’s pleasure node with her tongue while she wrapped her right arm around the back of the brunette’s left thigh and began finger fucking Helena’s vagina. The Wasp fully intended to make Helena climax as quickly as humanly possible. If the Justice Leaguer wanted to keep her head, she was going to have to give Bill Jennings the best blow job of her life! Janet worked her tongue in a swirling motion, and then resorted to a quick flickering while she slowly added to the thickness of fingers pumping in and out of Helena’s sopping wet vagina.

Janet giggled into Huntress’s vulva as her return to circling her tongue around the rim of the brunette’s clitoris combined with a twisting motion added to her two-fingered vaginal pumping brought a long deep moan from Helena—a moan that spoke of both pleasure and fear. The Wasp stared upward, past the Justice Leaguer’s dangling C-cups to the cutout through which the heroine’s neck disappeared. Janet knew that in a few handfuls of seconds, if Bill wasn’t bluffing, she was likely to REALLY need a shower.

The Wasp added a third finger to her vaginal probing, and gently sucked over the Huntress’s engorged pleasure button. As Helena again moaned loudly in pleasure, Janet resumed her tongue swirling, while concentrating on achieving a slow but steady rhythm with her finger fucking. If the Avenger could just get the pleasure to slowly build in the Justice Leaguer’s loins, without the brunette realizing how close she was coming to orgasm, the climax would take Huntress by surprise. There was no defense against that! Additionally, Janet had an ace in the hole she was eager to try which should quickly culminate the hard-bodied brunette above her. The question hanging in Janet’s mind was, WAS Bill Jennings bluffing? Could Janet afford to care?!!!

The Huntress moaned loudly in pleasure around the tumid penis in her mouth as she alternated sucking, pumping her head forward, and swirling her tongue around the rim of the mushroom-like glans. Helena could feel the glow at the apex of her legs begin to grow. What the Wasp was doing to her felt really, really nice. The Justice Leaguer added a twisting motion to her head pumping as she realized that she didn’t want the glow in her sex to feel THAT good! She had to make Bill Jennings ejaculate—SOON!

Helena Bertinelli heard the nightclub owner issue a long drawn out guttural moan, and increased the effort she put into her head pumping and twisting despite the burning sensation emanating from her scalp as her hair was pulled. The Huntress had researched gynophagia after accepting the Scarlet Witch’s invitation to become part of the foxhunt. Helena had perused drawings done by an artist named Dolcett. One drawing showed a girl with a rope between her teeth, desperately trying to keep the guillotine blade above her neck to which the other end of the rope was tied from falling, while a man behind her was having intercourse with her. The girl would open her mouth and release the guillotine blade when she gasped in climax. The predicament had made Helena wet. Now she was in a similar predicament, and she WANTED to cum!

As Helena groaned with sexual desire and desperate fear, the man above Helena moaned with pleasure. The Huntress knew Jennings was enjoying the blow job she was giving him, as restricted as her head movement was! The Justice Leaguer ignored her burning scalp and bobbed and twisted her head even more eagerly. Helena felt the nightclub owner push his hips forward. Was he close enough to deep throat? Would she climax before she could try?

Sue heard Cheryl issue a pleasure-filled gasp in response to her swirling tongue and Wanda’s nipple suckling and tweaking. The Invisible Woman had come to terms with her role in the sordid contest she’d been forced to be part of. Wanda was right! If the two of them couldn’t make the 41^st Century blonde climax, it would be just plain embarrassing! Sue pushed two fingers into Cheryl’s vagina and began nipping at the big-breasted blonde’s swollen pleasure button, her upper teeth barely grazing the nerve rich node.

Hearing Cheryl issue a long groan filled with both wanton pleasure and trepidation, Wanda paused her suckling of one nipple and then the other in ten-second intervals. The Scarlet Witch lifted her head and kissed the girl she saw as a rival for Bill Jennings’ affection full on the lips, before whispering in the girl’s ear, “Just as soon as I’ve arranged for their regeneration, Miss Simmons, I’m going to have you in front of me in one of Final Fantasy’s debreasting booths. I’m going to POP your big balloons, Cheryl, and then I’m going to give you back your precious girls! You want to join my debreasting club, don’t you, Miss Simmons?”

Sue heard Cheryl moan loudly—a moan filled with both desperation and need—and began twisting her fingers gently in the blonde’s sopping wet love canal while she tried to suck her sex partner’s engorged clitoris between her upper and lower teeth as she continued to carefully and gently nip at it. Susan Richards felt an embarrassing sense of pride as Cheryl’s body stiffened on the verge of orgasmic release.

The Wasp heard the Huntress groan in defeat, followed by what seemed to be desperate bucking as the Justice Leaguer worked her mouth over Bill’s manhood on the far side of the lunettes. The Avenger could also tell from the sounds being issued from the other trio of girls that Cheryl was likely close to giving into orgasm as well. Janet decided it was time to employ her checkmating move, and push Helena over the edge of the climax cliff. The Wasp grinned as Helena groaned with disappointment as she pulled her fingers out of the brunette’s vagina. She enjoyed the gasp of surprise issued when she replaced her fingers with her thumb, and began gently stroking the forward wall of the Huntress’s vagina while swirling her tongue around the brunette’s swollen clitoris.

Seconds earlier, on the edge of ecstasy, Helena Bertinelli had finally pushed her head firmly into Bill Jennings’ pubic hair as the stocky man pushed his pelvis forward. Even as the Huntress attempted her best deep throating, she knew she was about to climax. Disappointment was the only thing that registered in Helena’s mind as she felt the Wasp pull her fingers from her love canal. Helena Bertinelli WANTED to cum, and cum hard, regardless of the consequences! Helena gasped again as she felt something else push into her vagina, and then felt the rubbing against the forward inner surface of her vagina while the Wasp continued to make her clitoris glow with intense pleasure. Janet was trying to find her G-spot with the pad of her thumb!

The Huntress grinned inwardly! The Wasp was about to push her firmly into the path of disaster! Helena’s only recourse was to make the best of that disaster, and try to prove Bill and Wanda’s claim that a disembodied head could give head, preventing the Scarlet Witch from having to finish the task Bill had given to Helena. With Jennings tumid penis lodged in her throat, Helena began desperately corkscrewing her head, trying to force the 41^st Century male as close to ejaculation as possible while her neck was momentarily still connected to it. A few twists later, the Huntress felt the massive manhood in her mouth pulsate and twitch while Bill grunted loudly. The Wasp’s thumb pressed over exactly the right position on the forward wall of her vagina—her G-spot!

“OHHHHhhhhh OOOOooooohhh UUUUuuuuuhhhh!” rang through the room!

And then someone shrilled, “AHHH, UUUUHHhhhh, OHHYEeeesss! That’s ICE HOT!”

Helena, after a moment of disorientation as her loins exploded with ecstasy, was suddenly aware of the sounds of sexual ecstasy ringing through the room, and realized that her head was no longer twisting around the pulsating cock in her throat, and that her mouth was filling with something warm. Can blood flow up a severed neck? Who says ‘ice hot’? The first staccato triple sigh of climax must have been HERS! The Huntress swallowed desperately as she choked around the massive penis lodged in the esophagus of what could only be a severed neck. The pain hadn’t reached her brain yet! How did a girl deep throat a penis without neck muscles?

The Huntress moaned in fear and disgust as she swallowed more liquid, despite the twitching penis nearly completely blocking her esophagus. The Justice Leaguer’s blue eyes widened as she suddenly realized the liquid tasted more ‘bleachy’ than salty, and that the tangy, bleach-like taste was something Helena was very familiar with. Another triple sigh of climax range through the room—a sound muffled because the mouth issuing it was filled with man meat!

As her swallowing finally outmatched the quantity of semen spraying into her mouth while Bill Jennings moaned with obvious satisfaction, and Cheryl continued sighing in ecstasy in the background, the Huntress grinned. Helena pulled her head back and called out, “I WON!” The Justice Leaguer quickly pushed her mouth back over the softening erection, to begin dutifully cleaning the appendage of sticky discharge. No one was going to claim that Helena Bertinelli left a job half done!

“That you did, sweetie!” the Invisible Woman concurred as she rose up off her knees and hugged the blonde before her. “You won too, Cheryl. I thought for a moment I was going to be responsible for getting you spitted. I’m amazed at how well you were able to resist climax, but then unleash your libido as soon as it was safe to do so. There couldn’t have been more than a second between Bill’s ejaculation and your climax!”

“You are definitely giving this big-titted bimbo more credit than she deserves, Sue,” Wanda chided facetiously, her hands still squeezing the blonde manager’s huge D-cups. “Cheryl climaxed when she did because she had to…not because it was then safe to do so.”

“You two double teamed me!” Cheryl protested with a reddened face and then giggled. “Wanda the know-it-all is right though, Sue. I couldn’t have resisted orgasm for another second. You superheroines must get plenty of practice at lesbian sex!”

“In Wanda and my case, as little as we can manage,” Sue chirped softly with more than a little pride showing on her face. “Now Janet has been known to intentionally…. Helena, sweetie, push your pelvis upward! You’re going to smother the winsome Wasp if you keep sitting on her face!”

“Wha…?” Helena gasped as she pulled her mouth off Bill Jennings manhood. “OH! Are you good, Mr. Jennings? I can’t decide whether to let Janet up or throttle her with my pussy. For more than a few seconds, I thought the ‘winsome’ twerp had gotten me beheaded. I didn’t realize you’d ejaculated, Sir.”

“Yes, Huntress, you are finished with your blow job, and I daresay you’ve managed to maintain the reputation earned by girls of your ilk for being very good at oral sex,” Bill chuckled softly as he shook his head in disbelief. “Perhaps you SHOULD let Janet up so she can free you, Helena. Your head still IS on the business side of a guillotine, after all, and a 41^st Century male IS standing within easy reach of the blade release button. From the perspective of my society, you are just begging to be made meat!”

“Jeese, it’s about time!” Janet Van Dyne barked as Helena lifted upwards. “I nearly drowned in pussy juice! So, let’s hear it, Bertinelli! What did you think of my vaginal lesbian terminator technique? If Bill hadn’t gone easy on you, the jism you swallowed would be a puddle on the floor instead of protein in your belly!”

“If my neck wasn’t under a guillotine blade I’d tell you what I think all right, you….” Helena growled with murder in her eyes before shaking her head and giggling. “No, that’s not the right response. You had to do your best to ensure the four of us didn’t get declitted. Janet, when we get home, could you use that technique on me again…while I’m watching and can learn the trick. It was very nice. I couldn’t do a darned thing to avoid being instant climaxed even though I knew what you were trying to do.”

“Speaking of the declitting penalty I warned you girls would be in effect,” Bill Jennings interjected as he pulled up his slacks, “let’s have you girls get the Huntress detached from the guillotine, and then have the four of you line up in front of the milking stalls. You’ll want to assume the requisite position, backs straight and feet spread just more than shoulder width apart. Cheryl and I are going to discuss the virtues, or lack of virtues, with respect to the efforts put into attempting to induce climax, and then we are going to argue over who gets to declit whom. Make it snappy, girls. You are going to want to leave for your foxhunt rendezvous fairly soon!”

“Wha…you can’t be serious…those girls nearly got….”

“HUSH!” Wanda barked before adding more calmly. “Sorry, Helena! Please hold off on saying anything…at least until our fates have been decided. This is still part of Bill’s lesson in real 41^st Century social etiquette. That is, here, men can change their minds, or the rules, anytime they want. Most men in this society do it all the time when they deal with girls, because they don’t care about being fair. Let’s just hope Bill remembers he’s not like most men and does, I believe, care about fairness.”

It took only a few minutes for Wanda, Janet, and Sue to get Helena free of the guillotine and untied, after which Bill made a show of re-locking the machine. Meanwhile, Cheryl busied herself over at the food preparation counter. Once the girls had assumed their positions in front of the milking stalls, Wanda, Janet, Sue, and Helena from right to left, Cheryl rejoined Bill.

“What declitting method should we employ, Miss Simmons?” Bill asked jovially as he and his manager glanced down the line of girls with widespread legs providing easy access to their sex lives.

“Well, from my perspective, Sir, that depends upon who’s declitting whom. If we ignore that aspect for the moment, if you’re really going to lock them up for a couple of weeks until their wounds are too stale for their magic sex organ re-maker to function, method isn’t particularly important. We could manage the job quickly and without much fuss with a vacuum extractor, pry bar, and surgical scissors.”

“Yes, the vacuum extractor would see the job done swiftly and efficiently, Cheryl,” Bill chortled with a wide grin on his face. “Not a lot of down sides to that. Clit candy sells by piece not length or weight. Still, depending on who’s declitting whom….”

“Or who might be gifted with one or more severed clitoris…,” Cheryl inserted quickly.

“Right!” Bill nodded. “Depending on who’s having the fun of doing the declitting and whose going to consume the harvested product, other declitting tools might warrant consideration.”

“Right!” Cheryl concurred gleefully. “If I might be so bold as to suggest that you let me terminate Wanda’s sex life, while you handle the other three sows yourself, Sir…assuming of course that we’ve decided that, as good a job as they did with their attempted orgasm inducing, their efforts weren’t quite good enough….”

“A foregone conclusion, isn’t it?”

“I guess so, Sir. That would certainly go a long way toward assuaging the ex-president’s ire over your taking a pass on Sue’s clitoris during these girls’ last visit, wouldn’t it?”

“Uhmm? So, if I let you have the pleasure of neutering the Scarlet Witch?”

“Then I’m going to use a declitting tube augmented with a pry bar and scissors. I want my knocking her smugness out of her to last as long and be as humiliating as possible. I assume you’ll use the same tool set on the Invisible Woman, mainly to make sure the ex-president has a substantial snack rather than, mainly, to maximize Miss Sue’s humiliation.”

“Right! In that case I’ll use the declitting tube for the Wasp and Huntress as well. But let’s not be rash. Let’s give each girl’s clitoris a careful…digital…examination…just to make sure we’ve chosen the correct declitting method.”

“Excellent idea, Sir,” Cheryl chirped gleefully. “Would you like me to handle the girls, starting with Wanda, first? Then, as I spread each girl’s sex for you, you can get a really great view of the clit candy we’re about to harvest.” Bill Jennings roared with laughter as he nodded.

“Don’t you think you’ve made your point, Bill?” Wanda Maximoff asked softly as Cheryl stepped sideways and kneeled before her. “You are obviously peeved…presumably with me…and seek to deliver a message. I’m listening!”

As Cheryl opened Wanda’s vulva by spreading her labia minora, Bill Jennings instructed softly and calmly, “Susan, why don’t you go check on that prototype for a new declitting tool you showed me earlier. I might use it on you. It’s not sensitive to electrical field fluctuations is it? We’ve been having problems with the electrical system from time to time lately.”

“Yes,” interjected Cheryl with a smirk on her face, “that has been a problem, at least earlier today. In fact, we had a second electrical surge a few minutes ago when I was over by the food preparation counter. Do go check on your device, Miss Sue.”

As Sue hurried away, the Final Fantasy manager nodded to Wanda’s sex and chided, “Bill, have you taken a good look at Wanda’s clitoris lately. I had a clear view of it from behind the food ordering station when you gave our lead time tourist the concomitant long-drop hanging, debreasting, and declitting when you guys returned from Club X a few weeks ago. It’s way larger and probably more sensitive now. I’m no doctor, but I’m thinking she’d better have it taken out like a dentist takes out a rotten tooth. In fact, I think we should take it out every time we see her until she’s either been brought down a few pegs, or suffers permanent regeneration failure. How is the device, Miss Sue?”

“Great, Cheryl!” Sue replied softly as she returned to her position, and, after a thoughtful look, spread her legs. “It was reactivated correctly and is working properly. Well done!”

“Good!” Cheryl spat with obvious emotion as she pulled her hand away from Wanda’s privates. “If I’d screwed up, I’d have been kicking myself for a week for mentioning…someone not in the room. Do you want to try to talk some sense into the big bad Witch in private, Mr. Jennings? I can take the other girls out on the patio and let them watch the live roasters turning over the barbecue pits. If you’re going to let them listen, I’d like to stay.”

Chapter 6. Bill’s Side of the Tale

“They should all hear what I have to say,” Bill replied softly with a thoughtful look on his face. “They should listen to the discussion Wanda and I are about to have, but keep their traps shut…failure to keep their traps shut will bring us back to their declittings and two-week forced vacations. You’re welcome to stay too, Cheryl, with same restriction and penalty for not heeding it. Thank you for anticipating the need for the privacy screen, by the way!”

“Like I said, Bill, I’m listening,” Wanda said softly as Cheryl grinned and nodded. “This is to be a discussion, right? If I need to keep my mouth shut too, please tell me, before I cause my friends harm.”

“This is a discussion, but you’d best try to do a lot more listening than speaking, Wanda. The message I need to get across to you, you foolish girl, is that you are playing with fire and getting burned is inevitable if you continue to do so. You and your time-traveling friends were in over your head from the very first day you began coming to the 41^st Century. However, I’d like to think you got lucky when you chose MY venue as a place to satiate your rather fortunate infatuation with getting yourselves debreasted.”

“Why? Because your ability to contribute meat to the worldwide food chain…usually through the breasts you’ve been eagerly contributing to my kitchen, but occasionally via a girl losing my nightly lottery…is the one reason I could justify ignoring the fact that you and your friends were breaking the ban on visits by time travelers. It was easy to convince myself that I’d struck solid gold. I’d collected three sets of breasts and one long pig on your first visit to Final Fantasy, not to mention more than a few sets of breasts you girls poached off the chests of local free rangers.”

“Right off the bat, I screwed up, though, and told Tyler and Ted who you were. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I compounded the fuck up by inviting you girls to Club X. How could I realize my mistake? During your second visit, I helped add two long pigs and four sets of breasts to the food chain…not just cull existing sows from the 41^st Century herd. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize the ex-President would recognize you girls from his private viewing booth at the back of the elders’ platform at Club X. I didn’t find out until after I’d managed to talk you girls into doing milking stall stints at my dairy, and managed to get you girls to add milk to the worldwide food chain too.”

“What’s the problem, right? I was adding food resources, not using them! Then I got a call from the ex-President himself. I’d met the man before. I had thought he seemed a little cold and reserved, but then I’m just a nightclub owner. Von Doom was quick to make it clear that he seen, as I did, the advantages of letting you particular time travelers continue your visits…and continue contributing food resources to the worldwide food chain. I was thrilled, because I genuinely like being around you girls.”

“I hardly noticed the ex-President’s warning regarding Zatanna’s magic; I’d already warned the girl I’d gag her if she ever ended up in my potential lottery winner lineup. I was a little peeved when von Doom asked me to send him half of the Invisible Woman’s milk, but I didn’t really assign any more value to Sue’s milk than any other girl’s, so I got over that. I didn’t even think to wonder, until Sue set up her little device earlier this evening, how the ex-President knew I had milk from the Invisible Woman.”

“A few days later, the ex-President called me again. He urged me to be more aggressive in encouraging my time traveling tourists to risk full conversions to meat. He said the government could really use the extra resources. I told him I would do what I could, and mentioned that I had made it very clear to you girls that I DID intend on adding each and every one of you to my larder when the opportunity to do so presented itself. I clarified that, in my mind, the opportunity to do so means I won’t go out of my way to cull you girls if you can behave within the norms of this society, and circumstances, such as having your name come up in a lottery or losing some sort of death game, don’t dictate full conversion. I told him that I, for one, don’t see the need to cheat girls out of their meat.”

“Von Doom was very quiet for an uncomfortably long time, before stipulating that he wasn’t asking me to outright cheat. He said he was asking me to encourage, and if necessary outright egg, you girls into taking the risks that would lead to opportunities to collect your meat. The ex-President suggested that I convince at least one of you to make a return visit to Club X, and to encourage any takers to bring 21^st Century friends…preferably, he said, friends with the same avocation as you girls. Being a Club X member, was I ever eager to see that suggestion become realized! Von Doom suggested I brag about the invincibility of the Jessica machine’s sacrifice field, and suggested that at least one of you, probably the Invisible Woman he said, would be eager to prove the superiority of the superheroine mind over machine. Well, if Sue or anyone else wants to take THAT foolish challenge, who am I to get in the way.”

“Good suggestions, I thought, and I’m not ashamed to say so. As the call finished up, the ex-President told me he’d heard you girls and some guests were going to attend the double gymnastics tournament championship celebration, and asked me to send him the Invisible Woman’s breast bacon, and, if the opportunity arose, her clit candy as well. Unless of course, he said, Sue managed to win my nightly lottery, in which case he expected the Invisible Woman’s fillet and as much of her rump as I could spare. Not happy with the man’s demands, I didn’t bother telling him how unlikely it was that the lottery winners would undergo full conversions to meat, given the schedule for the evening. When someone demands a 3,000 credit fillet be delivered as takeout, it’s arrogant and tasteless. To ask, in addition, for as much of the sow’s rump as I can spare is outrageous!”

“Now, I’ll finally get to the point! As you can see, Wanda, although I’ve really enjoyed you girls’ company, and I’ve enriched myself and earned favors from others as I’ve collected your meat as opportunities arose, I’m having to put up with a lot of crap along the way. Believe me! I wouldn’t be complaining if I could get you girls to continue to do as you’ve done. However, while I’m fencing with the ex-President over a fillet and rump meat from the Invisible Woman, or at least the sow’s breast bacon and clit candy, you announce you are going to use my nightclub as a staging area for leading your entourage into the city with the expressed purpose of getting yourselves turned into prey in a foxhunt. I know you girls are in good condition and have some training that 41^st Century girls don’t have, but the odds are heavily against more than maybe one of you making it back to Final Fantasy.”

“How can I condone that, I ask myself? I’m not going to benefit one bit from Carlson’s culling of you girls’ meat. From my perspective, I’m about to watch a fortune in food resources walk out the door! I’m a fool for not abandoning my outlandish sense of fairness with respect to livestock. Would one of your ranchers let one of his hogs wander into a competitor’s slaughterhouse? To top it all off, the asshole who’s about to cut you girls out of my herd comes into MY establishment and tries to add MY manager to the livestock he’s rustling out from under my nose. I have to buy a girl who’s already contracted to either provide quality services or earn a pension for her family when I make her meat, and THEN I find myself unable to press downward to collect the meat I paid double for.”

“So…I have to ask myself two things. Firstly, what the hell has gotten into me? I’m a professional girl wrangler for God’s sake. Secondly, what in the hell are you up to, Wanda? I’m a debreasting booth nightclub owner, so I sure as hell understand why you girls first came to Final Fantasy. That’s especially easy to do, knowing about your access to the magic breast and clitoris re-maker. Now, this foxhunt thing is completely different. Sure, trying to outrun the foxhunters to keep from being made meat might sound thrilling, but that thrill can’t be worth being made meat or watching these other three girls made meat. Then I thought about some of the whispers I’ve overheard from you girls. Revolution! I think I’ve got it now! You heroines want to rescue womankind from a nightmare society. You want to end the use of girls as meat animals, which will result in starvation, and, closer to home, destroy my source of income and way of life. I won’t let that happen!”

“Well, that leads to a third question, doesn’t it, Wanda! What am I going to do about this mess that’s unraveling around me? Unraveling around me because YOU entered my life, Scarlet Witch! I stuck one of you in a guillotine! It would have been easy to have pressed the blade release button and collect the Huntress’s meat…the meat from a girl I don’t even know! I gave her a pass and settled for a blow job! Now I’ve got the four of you lined up waiting for permanent declittings, and, instead of doing the job, I’m pouring my heart out to you! I’m pathetic!”

“Do me a favor, Wanda Maximoff. Take your entourage back to the 21^st Century and never come back to this time zone. I’ll do without the fascinating conversations, listening to your unique perspectives on what’s going on around you, watching your delight as you experience things that are as new to you as they are routine to me, and I’ll do without your scrumptious looking meat. Go home now, and never come back to Final Fantasy, Wanda, or I’m afraid I’ll have to murder you. Murder you! Not thin the herd by culling you. Murder you! Using force! Using deceit! Even by cheating! That’s not who I want to be! Leave! Leave NOW!”

Chapter 7. Cards on the Table, Face Up

“NO!” the Scarlet Witch spat back as she stood shivering with her legs spread and tears streaming down her face. “No, I’m sorry but I can’t do that. Please listen to what I have to say, Bill, before you follow your instinct and convert me, wholly or partially, to meat. I know you don’t think you care about how I feel, but I’m going to tell you anyhow. However, first I’m going to try to tell you exactly what I am…no…STILL, I hope…WE…are up to. You’ve arrived at some inaccurate conclusions Bill Jennings, and have overlooked an agreement or two that I’ve made with you.”

“I’ll start with your most important objection to what you think we girls are up to. We are NOT…I repeat…NOT…trying to end gynophagia in the 41^st Century. I do not see any feasible substitution for using girls as livestock in the 41^st Century…unless everyone wants to give up having meat in their diet…which they don’t. Due to a discussion we had with Tyler Roberts and his friends during our previous visit to Final Fantasy, I am well aware that the Terran population, in which females vastly outnumbered males, democratically chose gynophagia as a way of life rather than developing a meatless society. As I told Captain America before we left for Final Fantasy, while he considered forcing us to stop coming to this time zone, I am fully convinced that, even if farm animals could be restored to the worldwide food chain, the vast majority of 41^st Century citizens would vote to keep the practice of gynophagia legal. Heck...were I a citizen of this time zone…I would vote to keep the consumption of girl meat legal!”

“I should probably keep my trap shut,” the Huntress interjected softly while frowning, “as I don’t know enough to have an educated opinion of my own, but Janet said something similar to what Wanda just said a few days ago. The Wasp said she has ‘no problem with girls quasi-voluntarily being used as a food resource…as long as everyone is treated as human beings under fair and justifiable laws’.”

“Yep!” Janet chirped softly with a grin on her face. “I’ve got no problem with cooking and eating girls! Heck, although I wouldn’t be happy about it, I won’t make too much of a fuss if I either screw up or get unlucky and I’m chosen to be dinner. If someone tries to cheat or force me into getting unethically shafted though….”

“We’ll deal with unlawful gynophagia shortly, Janet,” Wanda quickly cut in. “Bill, I do want to make sure you understand that, although we lobbied for you to stop forcing us time tourists to enter your nightly lottery despite the fact that we’d done debreasting booth stints, it wasn’t because we were horrified at the thought of being eaten. We just want mostly the same rights as your other customers. I say mostly because I did agree that any new girls I bring to Final Fantasy from the 21^st Century would be told they had to enter your nightly lottery on their first visit, whether they did debreasting booth stints or not. Don’t think I helped lobby for the same rights as your regular customers just to protect my own skin either. To be fully honest, Bill, if either you or Captain America don’t end my visits to the 41^st Century, I am quite certain that I’ll end up being used as meat. I have no problem with that outcome, although I won’t mind if it doesn’t come to fruition right away.”

“I’ve given you ample proof that what I’ve just said about my disposition towards gynophagia in general and myself eventually being made meat is true by the agreements I’ve made with you. Everyone here must find it obvious that I am tacitly approving the use of my 21^st Century colleagues as 41^st Century meat when I agreed that new members of our debreasting club would have to risk their lives in your nightly lottery, AND when I agreed to bring four X-girls along to join Cheryl and me during our upcoming full-night visit to Club X. Yes, my colleagues have a pretty good chance of making it through your nightly lottery. However, surely you realize I know that at least half, and probably most, of us are going to be meat at the end of the night at Club X!”

“Additionally, in order to make you less peeved about the foxhunt you disapprove of us participating in, and to get you to turn off your security equipment, I agreed that I, and some of my friends, would waitress for you for one night at Final Fantasy in the future, should I survive Club X. That means I’m risking my meat twice for you in the weeks to come, if you don’t force me from your life, Bill, and only once for Jason Carlson.”

“We’re going to waitress at Final Fantasy?” Janet chortled softly with a wicked grin on her face, before facetiously continuing with. “Cool! I can’t wait to be the potential menu-item waitress with everyone drooling over the thought of spearing my fillet and roasting me over hot coals. We told you about Final Fantasy’s ways of guaranteeing their customers won’t get either bored or hungry, didn’t we, Helena?”

“I wasn’t going to ask until necessary, Janet,” Wanda replied with a quirky grin on her face as Helena nodded, “and I plan on bringing six other girls even if you and Sue do want to come. Sue can be manager while I’m head waitress during the nightly lottery. That way you’d only be doing one shift as potential menu-item waitress…unless of course we start having girls getting their fillets purchased or being forced to fill empty debreasting booths. Do you girls want in?”

“For sure!” Janet spat with a grin on her face. “I can’t wait to watch you getting YOUR fillet speared, Wanda!”

“I’m out!” Helena growled tersely. “You girls are nuts! I’m not standing around waiting for someone to purchase me for my meat!”

“I’ll be glad to help give Cheryl a night off,” Sue said softly with a stern look on her face. “Thanks for not letting me take as much risk as the rest of you, Wanda. Despite that thanks, I want Bill to know that I’m not at all troubled at the thought of being made meat. I’d just as soon be people food as end up in a coffin being reduced to organic dust by bacteria and WORMS. Like you, I’m not in any rush to die, however. I want to enjoy watching my boy grow up to be a man if I can.”

“With respect to Victor von Doom and his urgings,” Sue continued as she frowned, “he’s always managed to underestimate me. Sometime in the future, Bill, we’ll make that bet we talked about. I’ll climb on a Jessica machine and I’ll resist her sacrifice field for an agreed upon time limit. I’ll win that bet if you don’t give into the temptation you talked about having before you rescued Cheryl…the temptation to press downward on the small of my back and force me into Jessica’s embrace. You’ll get to find out if my will to resist the sacrifice field, and your ability to fight against temptation, are up to snuff IF you don’t push Wanda and the rest of us out of your life today. Put our cards on the table, Wanda. You have to address the revolution discussion. Bill knows what he heard!”

“Bill, all of what we’ve told you is true,” Wanda implored softly with a desperate need to be believed. “We have no desire to end the practice of gynophagia in the 41^st Century, so long as it is practiced at least semi-consensually and lawfully…just as the population who voted for gynophagia in the first place meant it to be practiced. Under those conditions, females would be treated as human beings until it was time for their conversion to meat…although they would understandably never quite have the same rights and privileges as males…and this culture would remain a patriarchy.”

“From what we’ve learned during our visits to the 41^st Century, some men are kidnapping innocent women and forcing them to run for their lives in illegal foxhunts before murdering most of the girls for their meat. Other men, and I presume some women, are snatching girls off of the streets and forcing them to become meat in backyard barbecue parties. In both cases, girls are being stolen from the worldwide food chain…and THAT sort of practice isn’t gynophagia…its cannibalism! Such behavior cannot be allowed to continue, even if the governmental authorities are willing to look the other way rather than enforcing existing laws against such conduct.”

“Obviously, my colleagues and I are about to take a first step in trying to put an end to these sorts of illegal murder of female kind. We fully realize the government is not going to sanction our interference…even if they assume we are girls from this time zone…and will instead label us as revolutionaries. That is the revolution you may have heard us speak of! We aren’t about to do anything that will cause social unrest and starvation. We are not trying to put an end to The Lottery. We are not trying to interfere with voluntary participation in the fair and equitable death games practiced at Club X and similar venues. We are most certainly not trying to threaten the legal status of debreasting booth nightclubs like Final Fantasy. You know I’m not about to give up my debreasting booth stints!”

“That said, societies gradually change as new options arise…and I do mean gradually. I may have some acceptable ideas about options that would tweak this society ever so slightly, and marginally increase the average female lifespan. The first idea I am already trying to make available to the 41^st Century…through you, Bill Jennings…is tissue regeneration technology. Our scientists are working on reverse engineering the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator even as I speak. I thought that maybe girls could earn a certain number of deferments from entering The Lottery by donating their breast bacon to the worldwide food chain. Obviously, I used the plural for deferments because of the availability of breast regeneration. The 41^st Century would learn to rely more on breast bacon as a meat staple and use a little less of other meat cuts. I have other, less developed ideas, but they will be a waste of breath if I haven’t sold you that we aren’t your enemies already.”

“Bill, I hope you’ve been listening to me with an open mind,” Wanda urged softly with tears again flowing down her cheeks, “because I’m not going to voluntarily leave. You’re going to have to go ahead and murder me as you threatened. You’re going to have to destroy my sex life if that’s what you need to do. I’m not going away…because I CAN’T!”

“I can’t do as you ask! I can’t bear to leave this time zone and never come back because someone I love lives here. I don’t really understand this love I feel all that well yet. Maybe it’s a fatherly thing…but I think it goes further than that. I think it’s romantic love…and I want to see if I am right about that…even though it could never lead to any sort of fulltime relationship. I think he feels the same for me…so I’m going to keep coming back until he can tell me I’m wrong about that. Can you tell me I’m wrong, Bill Jennings? Please say something…preferably something nice!”

Bill Jennings coughed softly and then sputtered with obvious discomposure, “Something nice? You’ve managed to turn my world upside down…yet again…Wanda Maximoff, and you want me to say something NICE? Okay, which declitting tool would you like me…no Cheryl…to use on you before I send you home to keep you from getting yourself and your friends killed?”

“FINE!” Wanda spat with obvious disappointment as tears continued to stream down her face. “In that case I’ll take the….”

“Oh, do stop talking for a moment, Wanda!” Cheryl Simmons chided softly as she stared into the Scarlet Witch’s gold-flecked blue eyes. “You can’t expect a 41^st Century male to actually say something romantic back to you after you tell him you’re in love with him. Might I make a suggestion, Boss, while you’re trying to decide whether to kiss her or eat her?”

“What do you mean, she can’t expect…?” Bill began and then paused. “Never mind! Let’s hear what you have to say, Miss Simmons.”

“What you told me in the Final Fantasy meat locker still stands, right Wanda?” Cheryl asked softly, thinking of the evening she and Wanda acknowledged their mutual love for Bill Jennings. She and the time tourist had agreed that, given Wanda’s part-time residence in the 41^st Century, they didn’t need to treat each other as rivals, although they would have to agree to let Bill share his love with both of them. That was, of course, assuming Bill felt love for either of them, which was possibly an unwarranted assumption.

“Yes. Nothing’s changed, except I did as Sue suggested and laid my cards on the table for Bill to see.”

“A good move, I’m thinking, Miss Maximoff. Listen, Boss, we need to string this out and walk the tight rope with the ex-President a while longer. We need to play both sides until we’re forced to jump one direction or the other.”

“Mr. Jennings, if these girls can give you tissue regeneration technology to patent, you’re going to be rich beyond your wildest dreams. Additionally, these girls are right, and rules against poaching girl meat need to be enforced like they used to be or our society is going to grow ever more stagnant. I think you have more to lose by sending Wanda and her friends permanently back to the 21^st Century than you do if Carlson bags all four of them. That means I think you should wish the girls good luck and hope they make it back from the foxhunt. They have a better chance of doing that without fresh vulva wounds.”

“However, when they return on dairy day, you should make a point of sending the ex-President a good portion of Sue’s milk and her breast bacon, assuming these girls still plan on standing under debreasting pendulum blades before dinner. It’s critical we keep the ex-President placated until we reach the jump point. Then it’s either stick Sue on Jessica’s back…sorry Sue…or back Wanda’s plan to force the world government to reform their practices…practices that are largely due to von Doom’s policies. Now! Time’s up, so either kiss the girl or clip all four of them!”

“You are going to get me docked and your meat wasted, Cheryl Simmons!” Bill Jennings grumbled softly as he looked thoughtful. “However, you are right about my getting rich if Wanda can bring me the blueprint for a working tissue regenerator. I suppose I can come up with an additional way to placate von Doom in the meantime. Maybe he’ll settle for the Scarlet Witch’s fillet and rump roast instead of the Invisible Woman’s? Close your mouth, Wanda, and then kiss me! You girls are going to have to jog for a good portion of your journey to the foxhunt rendezvous point as it is!”

Cheryl and the other three heroines grinned as they watched the Scarlet Witch kiss Bill Jennings passionately, and then heard him call out, as the four 21^st Century girls rushed towards the dairy door, “Good luck, girls! Run hard and hide well, and for God’s sake don’t get in a fight with the foxhunters unless you can’t help it. Wanda, if you get yourself killed, I’ll never forgive myself for not making you meat myself!”

Chapter 8. Foxes At Last!

“I’m guessing that’s equivalent to one of our time zone’s police cars,” Helena observed softly about fifteen minutes later as she stared at the green and white hover car through the hedge the girls were hiding behind. “Do we just brazen it out and hope they don’t ask what we’re up to?”

All four girls were puffing hard. On their way, they had nearly stumbled into the middle of a backyard barbecue party, with two girls bent forward pressing their breasts down into the top of a charcoal grill while the former owner of a third pair of breasts, nipples up while the severed bases soaked up heat on the grill, was being hand spitted. They’d been forced to sprint in order to avoid having themselves added to the feast being prepared, and then had been forced to sprint away from another group of marauding men a handful of minutes later. Consequently, they were slightly ahead of schedule, assuming the rendezvous point was just around the corner two blocks away as they expected.

“There aren’t supposed to be any cops in the vicinity,” Janet whispered softly as she glanced nervously in one direction and then another. “Tricia said the police would be warned to stay out of the area to avoid being accused of ignoring the law.” Janet was referring to the older of three sisters she had twice shared debreasting booth stints with.

“Well, obviously Tricia was wrong, Janet,” Wanda declared impatiently, “and we don’t have time to vote on what to do. Let’s bluff our way past the cops as Helena suggested.”

“Wait!” Sue hissed urgently. “We need to make final preparations, anyhow, so we might as well do it now. Who will be responsible for the knapsack containing our equipment? That girl is going to have to risk getting herself, and possibly the rest of us, killed if the foxhunters find it, and is going to have to choose the right moment to stash it where we can get to it when the foxhunt begins.”

“I’ll do the extra running, Sue, so it’s best if I do the stashing too!” Helene said with quiet confidence. “Should I wear it over my shoulders or around my waist?”

“Chances are our hands will be tied either in front of us or behind our backs,” Sue replied after a moment’s thought, “so let’s secure it around your abdomen…but high enough that it won’t be felt if one of the men decides to grab that nice firm behind. You should be able to rotate the belt so the clasp can be reached from the front or back.”

The Huntress nodded and quickly buckled the waist strap around her middle, before asking, “Now what?”

“Now you hold still while I tie the shoulder straps so they won’t hang downward,” Sue said softly as she did just that. “Then I press here and…there we go!” Sue grinned as the knapsack ‘disappeared’, and then explained, “The sack’s ‘cloth’ bends light around it when an electrical current runs through it. The foxhunters won’t be able to see it…so as long as you don’t let them touch it….”

“Or hear it land on the ground when it comes time to ditch it,” Helena finished Sue’s thought, “I won’t get us killed! Anything else?”

“Yeah,” Janet chirped with a smirk on her face, “everyone stop calling me by my given name. Janet got debreasted, remember. I’m her slightly older sister who, in an inspired moment, Wanda told Carlson was named, Wasp.”

“Not my cleverest moment, I will admit,” Wanda acknowledged with obvious chagrin, “but at least we all should be able to remember your new name. All right, I’ll go first and do the talking. Helena, you bring up the rear.”

“Aren’t you girls out a little late this evening?” the older of the two policewomen that jumped out of the vehicle as girls stepped out from behind the hedge asked.

“We heard there was an all night convenience store a few blocks ahead,” Wanda replied as confidently as she could manage. “We were hoping for some late night snacks.”

“The rendezvous point is just to the right, corner after next,” the second girl declared with a knowing grin on her face. “You’d better hurry, or Mr. Carlson is going to be peeved at your missing your transportation to his foxhunting preserve. His trucks leave in ten minutes.”

“Yes do hurry!” the older cop urged with a grin on her face. “I’d wish you luck, but the truth is, I’m hoping one of you four will be the long pig Carlson brings to us tomorrow night in payment for us keeping the backyard barbecue crowd from snapping up his foxes.”

“Well, if I’m the lucky long pig, do enjoy, ladies,” Wanda chirped amiably. “Uhmm, there are more than a few barbecue meat hunters kidnapping girls a few blocks behind us…which is why we are running late. I hope you don’t mind if I say, I do hope we see you again tomorrow night…and I do mean SEE. Let’s go girls before we are late for the party!”

“It looks like the back of the first truck-like hover vehicle is already completely full, and there’s not a lot of room in the one behind it,” Sue whispered with obvious excitement as she peaked around the corner. “We’re going to have plenty of company as we run for our lives tomorrow.”

“And plenty of orifices to go around for horny foxhunters tonight,” Janet jibed jovially. “That should leave us with a bit more energy than I expected tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t think you are PRETENDING to be disappointed about that, Wasp!” Wanda teased sarcastically. “Let’s go before Carlson gets too antsy!”

“Wait!” Helena hissed urgently. “There are two more girls approaching the rendezvous point now. Let’s see what happens. Forewarned is forearmed!”

The girls watched as the newcomers stripped and were fitted with neck, wrist, and ankle cuffs, chains between the wrist and ankle cuffs, and then with chains connecting the front of the neck cuff to the center of the wrist chains, with the girls’ hands in front of them, and the center of the wrist chains to the center of the ankle chains. Finally, the girls’ neck collars were connected by chains to the neck collars of two other girls standing outside the vehicle’s cloth-covered ‘truck’ bed, forcing the girls to form a lineup of four.

“Perfect!” Helena spat as several of the foxhunters began helping the foursome one-by-one into the back of the truck. “We’ll be chained together if Carlson doesn’t make a special effort to prevent it. Lead the way, Wanda! If I bring up the rear, I should be sitting next to the tailgate!”

“Right!” Wanda acknowledged as she stepped out of the shadows while she observed one of the foxhunters stuff the two new girls’ discarded apparel into a bag tied to the back of the vehicle. “And at least they obviously do not intend to send any surviving foxes home without their clothes!”

“Please wait for us!” Wanda called out just loud enough to get Carlson’s attention as he began to walk towards the forward vehicle. “I’m sorry we are cutting things a little close, Si…I mean, Mr. Carlson. We were forced to hide…twice…from groups of men…on our way here. It’s me, Wanda…Wanda Maximoff. Do you remember me from the debreasting booth at Final Fantasy?”

Carlson grinned and stepped quickly back to the rear of the rear vehicle as he chortled, “Yes, I do remember you, Wanda. In fact, I was just about to call Jennings and order him to deliver your meat to me for your having defaulted on our agreement. I’m glad that won’t be necessary. Let’s see what kind of sport you’ve brought with you.”

Wanda Maximoff nodded sheepishly as she stepped into the circle of foxhunters with her open hands held before her. “Girls who will make excellent foxes, I hope, Si…Mr. Carlson,” Wanda replied as she tried not to stare at the tall, muscular, light-brown-haired man with gleaming hazel eyes. “You’ll probably remember the blonde, Sue Richards, from your demonstration of a knife debreasting. As I promised, my friend Janet’s older sister, Wasp Van Dyne…the smaller of the two brunettes…is also here with me. Lastly, the taller brunette with the longer hair is Helena Bertinelli. She’s the replacement for Zatanna, who got herself roasted. This is the first foxhunt for all of us, so do forgive us if we require instruction as to what is expected of us.”

“The introductions were unnecessary, Wanda,” Carlson replied matter-of-factly, “as all we care about are how fast you run, how well you hide, and, ultimately, how good you taste. Strip and let us see your meat!”

Wanda blushed beet red as she quickly reached for her bikini top tie while Carlson turned to his second in command, a hulking dark-skinned man who was at least six-foot-eight-inches of solid muscle, and asked, “Are the two boys with Judy guarding the back of the other transport?”

“Yep, Jason, they are,” the giant replied. “I’ll send the other cargo chief forward if you don’t think Jeremy and Billy can handle it, but I’m sure Juan would rather inspect the new foxes.”

“No, I’m sure the rest of the foxes are being well taken care of, Bo,” Carlson replied as he watched Wanda remove her bottoms and her friends follow suit. “Just drop your clothes to the ground, Wanda. We’ll collect them and give them back if you can avoid being converted into meat between now and 5 p.m. tomorrow.”

Wanda nodded again and complied as she surreptitiously counted heads. Counting the 21^st Century girls, there were at least thirty, probably thirty-two, foxes. Those girls would be hunted by eight physically fit looking men, and, she supposed, someone named Judy. The auburn-haired Avenger’s attention was brought back to her immediate surroundings as Jason Carlson bent to inspect her vulva and then straightened and lifted her perfect-shaped D-cups and stared into her gold-flecked blue eyes.

“Someone is going to be made an example of before the night is done, Wanda,” Carlson hissed threateningly as she wondered what the hazel-eyed man was searching for when he examined her sexual assets. “If you girls don’t want to be that example, don’t cause any trouble while we get you secured for transport. Shackle them, starting with this big-breasted cow, Stimson!”

Wanda shivered as a wiry blonde man stepped forward and closed a metal collar with loops at the front and back around her neck while the men behind him pushed forward wrist and ankle cuffs, and still others held out lengths of chain with snap hooks at their ends. The Scarlet Witch shivered helplessly as she was cuffed and chained so that she couldn’t possibly either run from or fight the dire danger she was being placed in.

Sue trembled but managed to keep quite as Carlson stepped past Wanda and lifted her own turgidly tipped D-cups. The Invisible Woman stifled a gasp as the head foxhunter knelt and began digitally examining her vulva. There was laughter in Carlson’s hazel eyes as he stepped past Sue, and Stimson fitted the blonde matriarch of the Fantastic Four with her own metal collar.

The winsome Wasp grinned at Carlson as he knelt before her and spread her vulva as he peered at it. The grin was wiped from Janet’s face as Jason Carlson stood and, while weighing her C-cups, one breast in the palm of each hand, gruffly observed, “This one is probably the oldest sow we netted this hunt. She’s in pretty good shape though. Not necessarily breakfast!” Janet was frowning and more pallid in color as Carlson stepped past her.

“You’re not trying to sandbag me with a professional, are you, Wanda,” Carlson called back angrily as he fondled Helena’s perfect-shaped C-cups. “This sow is the fittest girl I’ve ever had my hands on. Like the rest of you, she’s sporting headlights, but she’s also moist and puffy down here!” the head foxhunter announced a few seconds later as he knelt and spread the Huntress’s labial lips. “This one’s obviously excited about the prospect of bagging a few foxhunters!”

“Professional what?” Helena asked with obvious concern on her face.

“He thinks you are a professional fox who seeks out private foxhunts to practice for the tri-D holocasts of government-sponsored hunts,” Wanda explained as calmly as possible as she watched Stimson finish shackling the Wasp. “She isn’t, Mr. Carlson, and her vagina’s moist and puffy from having sex, not….”

“Having sex multiple times…once about a half our ago with Wasp’s tongue working me over!” Helena declared as she blushed badly. “Given the chances that I might get caught during the foxhunt, I wanted to have a little fun first.”

“You have my word that Helena has never been in a foxhunt before, Mr. Carlson,” Wanda said as calmly as possible. “None of us have! We’re here because I did what I had to do to save myself from being debreasted…and because you guaranteed me and my friends would get a chance to run for our lives rather than get ourselves murdered for our meat. I realize that you can’t be held to that promise, but….”

“You’re right, Wanda!” Jason Carlson snarled as Stimson shackled a confused and frightened Huntress. “You can’t hold me to anything because I’m the hunter and you’re the fox. Rest assured that, unless I find a better reason to pick breakfast, one of you four is going to be the pre-hunt example of what is going to become of most of you sows. The fact that it is more or less common knowledge that breakfast usually gets picked from among the last girls to become foxes leads me to believe you’re telling the truth, and you are all first time foxes. That leaves me with the age old question: do I find myself wanting all of the sport I can get, in which case I cut out the weakest sow, or do I want to protect the skins of me and my boys and remove a dangerous sow who might cause some harm? Fortunately I don’t need to decide that question until we get to the hunting camp. Chain them together and load them up, Bo! I’m going to join Judy in the lead vehicle. Come along, Juan! Honk when you are ready for me to go, Bo!”

The Scarlet Witch groaned, a groan no doubt being mimicked by the Huntress, as she realized that she’d made a major mistake. Wanda could have easily led her group into the foxhunters hands before the two other tardy girls had arrived. The other two girls could have worried about one of THEM being used as pre-hunt examples of what was going to happen to captured foxes and, ultimately, about becoming breakfast.

As the back of her collar was chained to the front of Sue’s collar, which was chained to Janet’s, and Janet’s collar to Helena’s, and Wanda watched the four girls’ bikini’s stuffed into the clothing bag, she whispered back, “Keep your heads girls, despite the threats to your lives. I’ll think of something to get us out of this mess!”

“I’m pretty sure there isn’t a damn thing you can do to affect Jason’s decision on who gets debreasted, executed, and roasted, Big Tits!” Bo chortled softly as he pushed Wanda towards the back of the hover truck bed. “Jason doesn’t brook arguments made by foxes. I’ll give the gorgeous hard bodied sow a glimmer of hope though. I mean to give her a piglet, so I’m voting we make the smaller, older brunette breakfast.”

Wanda shrugged as she tried to affect a lack of concern over her friends’ fate as she, with the help of Stimson, climbed into the back of the cloth-covered truck bed. There was a bench against each side of the bed, and room for four girls along the right bench. Sue followed her up as the other two girls were pulled forward. Once Janet was in, Helena quickly and athletically jumped up, disdaining Stimson’s offered hand to make sure he didn’t accidently touch the knapsack. Two other guys, both white, one with red hair and one with black, jumped in and moved forward in the bed to sit next to the cab.

Stimson left for the passenger side of the cab, while Bo took the driver’s seat. As Bo honked, Wanda grinned. There was no tailgate to interfere with the disposition of the invisible knapsack the Huntress controlled.

“How long will it take to get to the camp?” Wanda asked, smiling her sexiest smile at the redheaded foxhunter. “I want to know how long I need to hold my pee!”

“Don’t you dare stink up the back of this vehicle, sow!” the dark-haired foxhunter barked tersely as the redhed grinned. “You’re going to have to hold it for a little over twenty minutes. I’ll let you know when we enter the blind canyon we use for the hunting preserve.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t cause you any trouble, Sir,” Wanda replied softly. “Please do let me know when were nearly there, though.” The Scarlet Witch leaned back and pretended to try to sleep. It seemed that she and her friends might be tested right away. Wanda wondered how she might be able to prevent the foxhunt from beginning with disaster.

“This is the entrance to our hunting preserve,” the black-haired man announced fifteen minutes later as the vehicle came to a halt. “Carlson just turned off the power to our gate, which Billy is now unlocking. The camp is just past the third switchback to the right once we get going again. You’ve held your water, haven’t you, Big Tits?”

“Yes, I think it just might have been a false alarm earlier,” Wanda replied in an amiable tone. “Nerves, I guess. Thank you for telling me though. Why does the gate have to have power turned off?”

“To prevent Billy from frying as he opens and closes the gate,” the redheaded foxhunter cut in as a mean grin filled his face and the vehicle started forward. As they stopped again, he nodded back to the gate a teenaged blonde boy was closing. “That gate and the fence it’s attached to are electrified so that any foxes trying to climb it fry. The fence extends to cliffs on both sides that surround the margins of the blind valley. The only way any of you foxes are going home is to walk into camp after five tomorrow evening!”

After Billy had raced past them to return to the lead vehicle, Wanda shot a questioning look at the Huntress, who flashed a subtle grin and nodded. As the vehicle began the third sharp right hand turn, Wanda called out, “Is the fire I can see through the cab window the camp?”

There was a thump from somewhere behind the vehicle, causing both of the foxhunters in the bed of the ‘truck’ to jump up and inventory their foxes. Seeing all of the girls present, the dark-haired foxhunter snapped, “What fire? The camp’s just ahead but I don’t see any fire!”

“I think I must have seen light reflecting off a rock,” Wanda mumbled apologetically. “I’ll keep quiet until I’m told to do otherwise now.”

Mere seconds later, the vehicle came to a stop and Carlson appeared behind it, barking, “All right, let’s have you foxes out on the grounds. I want four rows of fours lined up on the right side of the four rows of fours from the other transport. Naturally, Wanda, I want your crew in the front row. You sows aren’t going to get any sleep at all tonight unless we can get quickly through our introductory demonstration of just how fucked you sows are. After all, my men and I are going to want to make piglets with you before giving you the sleep period. No one’s going to say we sent anyone home without at least trying to partly restore the herd we cut our foxes from!”

The Huntress quickly jumped out of the transport bed and led the 21^st Century girls into the requested position, leaving herself near the front center of the assembled foxes and Wanda on the right corner. As the other girls from the second truck began to line up behind them, Janet peered around Helena to gape at Tricia, Jill, and Tina standing in the front row of girls from the first vehicle. As the Wasp gained Tricia’s attention, she held a finger to hush before her lips and gave the three blondes a subtle nod with a hopeful look on her face. As all three blondes smiled and nodded back, Janet felt sure she had dodged the fatal bullet of being unmasked as a fraud.

“All right, foxes,” Carlson called out loudly as he took a position at the front center of a rectangular cement slab on the ground in front of the shackled girls, “I’m Jason Carlson, the hunt leader.” There was a stool in the center of the cement slab with a noose above it dangling from a horizontal wooden beam extending from a vertical post buried in the ground just beyond the rear center of the slab. On the rear left corner of the slab, from the girls’ perspective, was a headsman’s block with an ax buried in it. On the rear right corner of the cement slab was a two-and-a-half-foot-diameter, two-foot-high, open-topped barrel. “I’m going to use one of you to give the rest of you nightmares!”

Beyond the cement pad was a five-foot-long three-and-a-half-foot-wide rectangular metal tub, partially buried and filled with unlit charcoal. There were X-shaped wooden support frames just beyond the ends of the barbecue pit, and several sharp-pointed metal spits on the ground that were long enough to span the wooden support frames. Beyond the barbecue pit, near the edge of the clearing the campsite was set in, was a large open excavation in the ground with a dormant ‘backhoe-like’ machine beside it. Hanging from the trees on either side of the excavation were three dozen ropes with meat hooks at their ends; the hooks were about six foot above ground level. Eight tents with mattresses on the grounds outside of them had been set up at intervals around the sides and back of the clearing.

“Before I drag the unlucky demonstration sow out here,” Carlson continued with obvious satisfaction, “let me give you the lay of the land. We’re in a box canyon surrounded by un-climbable cliffs. The entrance to the canyon is blocked by a ten-foot-high electrified fence. There is no escape. So don’t try sneaking off pre-dawn! Tomorrow, I’ll give you the rest of the rules, show you how the dart guns we will be hunting you with work, and give you the hook-knives that will be your sole offensive weapons. You’ll be given a one hour head start and a chance to outfox the foxhunters, and go home unharmed.”

“However,” Carlson chortled jovially, “if you get caught, and most of you WILL be caught, some bad things are going to happen to you as you foxes are ultimately made meat. For the sake of those nightmares I promised you, I’m going to tell you about those bad things, and then I’m going to use one of you to show you! First you’re going to be de-nippled, because your nipples are what we use as trophies from our kills. Then you’re going to be debreasted the foxhunter way. Then you’re going to be field dressed. For a lot of you, these three things will take place out in the field where you’re bagged. For some of you, you’ll be dragged back to camp, usually after we’ve collected our trophies, and you will either be hanged or beheaded after being debreasted, and then dressed. Let’s have Jeremy and Billy come up and demonstrate what I’ve just described.”

As the skinny blonde male and a tall muscular dark-skinned male, both in their latest teens, hurried forward, Carlson stepped forward and to his left, saying, “As I was telling Wanda, the demo sow is going….”

“WANDA!” someone from the back of the foxes from the first truck called out in a startled voice. “WHAT THE HELL? IT IS HER! DAMN! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! I DEBREASTED THAT BITCH MORE THAN A WEEK AGO! THIS ONE MUST BE ONE OF THOSE ESCAPED CLONES!”

With a startled look on her face, the Scarlet Witch twisted her head to stare in shock at Mary Garcia standing in the second to last row, also in shackles. The petite Latino girl in her late twenties with brown eyes and black hair sporting slightly swooping B-cups tipped with brownish nipples and areolas was staring at her with obvious disbelief. “I found one of the clones, Mr. Carlson. As my reward, you should let me go. I was kidnapped away from my partner as we were returning from the store…my partner who this clone’s twin tricked into getting herself debreasted…before I did the same to her! I don’t want to be a fox. Please release me!”

Jason Carlson stared at Mary, then at Wanda, and back to Mary, before he stepped to his left and began carefully examining Wanda Maximoff’s breasts with his hands. “Just exactly which night are you saying you debreasted Wanda, sow?” Jason barked just as Judy Hunsaker, dressed in black biker shorts and a white sports bra, hurried from the middle of the huddled foxhunters to stare at the big-breasted auburn-haired beauty. Judy was Jason’s fiancé, a rivetingly beautiful blue-eyed blonde equipped with huge perfect-shaped DD-cup breasts, who Wanda, Sue, and Janet had watched get beheaded by the guillotine in the Final Fantasy dairy as she tried to avoid climax nearly two weeks earlier. A dead girl, yet there Judy stood!

“It was Friday before last, the night of the gymnastic tournament celebration, Sir!” Mary answered more quietly as she felt all eyes upon her. “That’s her! She looks exactly the same! She must be a clone!”

“I’m not the clone!” Wanda declared firmly as she stared at Judy Hunsaker. “It is true that the girl I was chatting with at the time debreasted Mary’s smoking hot blonde girlfriend, although I didn’t know they were lovers at the time. However, I actually tried to warn the girl, Rachel Hartnell, that taking a debreasting booth just then would be dangerous. Obviously, I have breasts, so Mary is making my debreasting up to get even for what happened to Rachel.”

“I don’t have time for this!” Carlson hissed as he noted Wanda’s eyes on Judy. “Unshackle Wanda, Bo! Stick her on her knees on the front center of the cement pad. I’ve got a feeling she’s going to give me an interesting tale as I carve those D-cups from her chest and then field dress her on her knees! As for you…Mary is your name, right…if I find out I’ve carved up a perfectly good fox, I’m going to go to work on you! You can be damned sure I’m going to know the truth tomorrow morning. Clones taste like mush, not meat!”

“For God’s sake, I am not a clone and don’t give a damn if there really are clones!” Wanda implored emphatically as the huge dark-skinned man began shedding her chains and cuffs. “You know these are the same breasts you saw hanging out of debreasting booth portals, Mr. Carlson. This isn’t right!”

The blood rushed from the Scarlet Witch’s face as she was pushed forward, twisted around, and forced down onto her knees in the center of the forward edge of the rectangular slab. As Carlson pulled his knife from his belt sheath and slid the edge under the drape of her left breast as he stood to her left, Wanda knew her adventures in the 41^st Century had come to an end. The Scarlet Witch could only look forward to her imminent debreasting, and dread the death by evisceration that would follow!

To be continued.

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