Chapter 6. The Heroines Poach Some Bacon

Once into the main room, Janet sprinted to ‘The Wall’ door, arriving just in time to snatch up the white and red shorts that were now in the process of being pushed back into the Game room by the slowly closing door. Clutching the clothing closely to her chest, Janet glanced quickly over to the dance floor. After noting there was only one set of massive knockers protruding from the debreasting ports, more specifically booth 1’s ports, she waved for her friends, who were still near the door leading out to the pits, to join her. As they started towards her, confusion on their faces, Janet held a finger to her lips to signal for silence, and then again motioned for them to come to her in an attempt to get them to hurry.

Once reaching Janet, Sue whispered, “What’s up, Janet, why the need for stealth and what is the rush?”

“We need to wait here out of view, until a second set joins the big pair already protruding from the wall over there,” Janet whispered, nodding to the dance floor. “I don’t want us to get heard or spotted, until the second set is in place and the bitch’s debreasting options have been locked in.”

“What?” asked Sue, not understanding for a moment, and then her eyes lit up. “OH! Tammy is trying to slip in a quickie, before she munches Aimee’s fillet. What is that other, massive rack doing there? Who is in booth 1?”

“Sharon,” Janet whispered back, “it’s her tour of duty to be a potential menu item. Because all the booths were empty, Tammy has no doubt ordered the waitress to play the game and volunteer to get those huge mammaries poached. It is a security blanket for beam-junkie Tammy’s tits; Tammy’s are nice, maybe even slightly bigger than yours, but who is going to choose to pop Tammy’s pair when those monsters are there to be taken.”

“Janet has a point, Sue,” whispered Wanda, “Even I can’t match D-cups with those double D’s. We would have to bring in Wonder Woman to give her any competition.” Suddenly Wanda spun around, and tersely whispered to Bonita, who was testing the girth of the spit loaded in the Jessica near the wall behind the heroines, “Bonita, you can touch the Jessica, but whatever you do, don’t get on it. You saw how the other one snapped to life and trapped Aimee.”

“Uhmm…okay,” whispered Bonita, who was now taking turns running her hands over the deadly machine’s padded waist and neck supports.

“Look,” whispered Janet, grinning with satisfaction as she nodded to a second, fairer-skinned pair of breasts that had just been pushed through the debreasting portals of booth 5, “in another sixty seconds, we can wander over to the dance floor and discuss which set we want to trade for lunch…after I deposit these,” Janet unfolded the shorts that were formerly Tammy’s and waved them before her friends, “at our table. I bet you can guess which set I’m going to vote to push the kill button on!”

Soon Janet said, “Okay, go on over and say hello to Sharon, but leave Tammy alone until I get there.” Janet looked back to Bonita, who had leaned over the Jessica’s central support bar, daydreaming about what it would be like to be in the machine, her breasts dangling downward and her sex waiting to be filled by thick, cold steel. “Be sure to take her with you. I don’t like the way she is looking at that fuck machine.”

“Sure thing,” Wanda said softly, and reached back to grab Bonita’s right hand. As she began to pull the mesmerized girl toward the dance floor, she said pleasantly, “Come on, sweetie, you will feel a lot better after we have that vegetarian sandwich in that rumbling belly of yours.” Sue followed, silently; she was worried about their Latino friend!

When the girls reached the debreasting portals outside booth 1, they were surprised to find that Sharon had set her window to two-way transparency. “Hi, Sharon,” Sue said pleasantly, “you are the first girl since we arrived here to let her face be seen on this side of one of those windows. Not afraid of someone picking you, just because of who you are?”

Sharon laughed, before explaining, “Hi, girls. Sue, if you work in a place like this for more than a couple of days, you come to understand that the odds are pretty high that a set of knockers like mine are going to get poached the first time they go through the portals. Showing my face won’t change those odds in either direction. To be honest, I wondered if the girl that put me in here wouldn’t change her plans once she had me in the booth and ready to have my breasts munched. Hell, if my own mother was standing where you are right now, she would hit that red button and pop my balloons. Now that my knockers are through the debreasting ports for their very first time, I’m pretty sure one of you will do me in a minute or two.”

Sue laughed and started playing with Sharon’s rotund right breast, gently rubbing both hands over her soft, warm skin, before chortling, “Oh look…now I’ve done it…I’ve made her nipples hard. What do you think, Wanda, should we turn these big, tender breasts into bacon, so that we can finally have lunch?”

Wanda reached for Sharon’s left breast and mimicked Sue’s treatment of the right, sighing softly, “Oh, my, this does feel nice. Do you want to get them poached, Sharon? Try pulling on her big, hard nipples, Bonita.”

As Sharon felt the Latino start tugging gently on her sensitive nipples, she let out a long pleasure-filled moan, before saying sweetly, “No, Wanda, I would like to keep them, but I don’t expect to. To be honest…I’ve been working here far longer than a waitress’s boobs are expected to survive. Extremely lucky at missing the times when all the booths are empty, I guess. I’ve put together quite a nest egg from working here, which will more than get me to the day my number gets pulled in ‘The Lottery’. If you want these boobs, you should take them, knowing I won’t have any hard feelings afterward. If you don’t, someone else will soon, maybe even later tonight the way things have been going around here.”

Just then Janet arrived, quickly ducked under her friend’s arms, lowered her lips to the waitress’s big bosom, and began suckling on Sharon’s nipples, one breast at a time; this forced her friends to release their hands from the bait Tammy had left for any players on the dance floor side of the wall, and brought a sensual moan from the waitress’s throat. Then the perky heroine rose up and kissed the kitchen side of the window at the level of Sharon’s lips. “Hi, Sharon,” she said sweetly, “which one of my friends is going to take that monster bust of yours and send you home flat-chested”

“Hi, Janet,” Sharon answered calmly. “I don’t know…they were still talking it over…but I’ll wager one of them will be unable to resist the temptation.”

“We haven’t even looked to see what options Sharon set,” Bonita observed jovially. “How can we decide if we are going to take a pass or hit the debreast button, when we don’t even know what kind of fun we get to see her big boobies put through if we do?”

“Bonita has a point there,” Sue replied, teasingly “Read the screen, will you, Wanda.”

“Let’s see,” Wanda replied, “on…my…this is different. She picked, masher, set on dead slow. Ah, heck…she set ‘de-clit option no’!” the big breasted heroine spat in mock disappointment. “Well, that makes the decision easy for me…I’ll pass and leave Sharon’s fate to one of you.”

“Masher? How do they make breast bacon from mashed up boobs?” Bonita asked as inquisitive as ever.

“The masher comes out of the ceiling from above, and drops downward onto the donated breasts…the irresistible force if you will… after a flat surface with draining holes in it and a catchment pan under it has been raised up from the floor until it pushes the donations up slightly, causing them to pillow on its surface…the immovable object if you will,” the ever helpful waitress explained. “My breasts will be caught between the immovable object and the irresistible force, and slowly deformed flatter and flatter until they pop from my chest, after which they will continue to be mashed until they are liquid mush. The mush drains into the pan underneath the lower surface.”

“What a way to pick to have your puppies knocked off,” gasped Janet. “Why did you pick that way to get yourself popped? Just curious.”

Sharon blushed with embarrassment and softly explained, “I figured, if the girl who put me here changed her mind about taking a booth herself, and harvested my knockers…well I didn’t want her to have the joy of carrying off my Grade A trophies…waving them in jubilation at my friends in the kitchen. I was being selfish I guess. With the masher and blender options, the donations aren’t used to make bacon sandwiches. The minced tits are mixed with ice cream and fruit to make a breast frappe desert; another of this establishment's favorite food dishes.”

“Well, I’ve decided!” Bonita said with a wicked grin and reached toward the debreast button. Then she pulled her hand back, and chortled, “Just teasing, Sharon. She’s all yours, Sue! Looks like you have about four minutes to make up your mind. Janet, don’t you think we should go play with the jiggling boobs in booth 5 before her timer runs down too far?”

“Your right, Bonita,” Janet said sweetly, “let’s go say hello to the other volunteer.” Janet then winked at Sharon and looked over to Sue with a serious look on her face, “You should take your chance and poach those big breasts, Sue! You may not get another chance to play on this side of the wall, and, like Sharon herself said, if you don’t pop her big balloons, someone else will…fairly soon…maybe even tonight.” Janet then grabbed Bonita’s hand and slowly led her down the line of debreasting portals, toward booth 5.

“Are you going to hit my debreast button, Sue?” Sharon asked softly, a hint of helpless fear in her voice. “Like I said before, I won’t harbor any hard feelings toward you if you do.”

Sue licked her lips, obviously considering doing something that she had never dreamed of doing before this night. Suddenly, she gasped softly as she realized her hands had instinctively risen to Sharon’s breasts and were weighing the massive orbs. Sue’s face reddened and she jerked her hands back away. “I want to!” Sue spat. “I can’t believe it…but I really do. Tell me you want me to poach your big breasts…Sharon…and I will.”

“I’m sorry,” Sharon said sorrowfully, “I can’t do that, Sue, because it wouldn’t be true.”

Sue smiled, thought for a moment, and said in a quivering voice, “Good! You’re safe! I couldn’t hurt such a sweet girl as you are. I couldn’t take those Grade A’s from you unless I knew you wanted them to be donated to this establishment.”

“Thanks,” said Sharon, her voice still carrying a strong hint of fear, “but you are wrong, Sue. Look out to the tables. The room isn’t empty anymore!”

Both Sue and Wanda twisted their head around, and issued slight gasps. There were people in Final Fantasy now. People who had arrived after Aimee had been taken to the pit, and after the girls had made their journey to the dance floor. Now sitting at the table that had been reserved near the dance floor were two beautiful women in their late 20s, one a blonde and the other a redhead, dressed in evening gowns; they were sitting with two men dressed in suits that were talking with the owner of Final Fantasy, Mr. Jennings. Several other women sat at a table farther back in the room.

“See,” whispered Sharon as Sue and Wanda turned back to her with concern and confusion on their face. “As soon as you leave me, someone is bound to take interest in my potential donations. My Grade A’s are far from safe.”

“Who are those men talking to Mr. Jennings, Sharon?” Wanda whispered softly hoping she couldn’t be heard beyond the edges of the dance floor. “Why are those women with them fully clothed, and why are they here?

“Those are business associates of Mr. Jennings,” Sharon whispered back. “They belong to a social club, Club X, that Final Fantasy sometimes caters for. When we cater for the club, we operate as we do at Final Fantasy; one of us is always available as a menu item. Usually, we return a few caterers short. The women are their wives…papered women who likely paid a dowry to get those men to marry them. Different couples belonging to the club come here often. At some point during the night, one of the husbands will set a random generator on the table and activate it; this will randomly light one of two arrows that are pointing to the two wives as they sit across the table from each other.”

Sharon paused to catch her breath before continuing to whisper, “The wife that the lighted arrow points to will walk through ‘The Wall’ door as a volunteer in the game; the husband won’t activate the random generator, though, until a situation arises where most booths are already full and most of the timers have lots of time left to improve the wife’s odds. If the wife doesn’t get picked as a volunteer, they will stay at their table for another hour or so, volunteer both wives as participants in our lottery if they are still here when the event starts, and remain at Final Fantasy until each of the four has played the game on the kitchen side of the debreasting portals. Then, the husband of the wife that played the game on the booth side earlier will take both wives to his house for some three-way action, while the other man goes home alone. If the wife that plays is selected by someone as a volunteer, and gets her bacon donated to our kitchen, her husband collects the money from the insurance policy he put on her breasts when they married. Then he will divorce her and drop her off at a conversion facility, and begin his search for another trophy wife.”

“Wow! Incredible, Sharon,” whispered Sue. “Wife swapping with a whole new element attached to it. Don’t you dare tell any of our men about this little twist, Wanda! Back to a more important subject…what can we do to try to keep those Grade A’s of yours on your chest where they belong until your timer runs out.”

“Well, if you keep acting interested in my donations by going back to rubbing and kissing my breasts like you were doing earlier,” Sharon whispered, “at least until another debreast button has been activated, maybe no one will cut in, and ask me to dance, so to say. Most people who come to Final Fantasy are usually pretty polite. It would also help if you looked like you’re about to slap my button from time to time.”

Sue laughed, “Now that is rough duty! Come on Wanda. Let’s give those big melons of hers a real work out!”

A minute earlier at booth 5, Janet had started caressing Tammy’s big breasts. The girl gasped loudly in surprise. From the conversation she was overhearing, she was sure her plan was working and that Sharon’s button was on the verge of being pressed. When she saw Janet’s face on the other side of her window, she started quaking. She read the anger in Janet’s eyes, and knew she might be in some serious jeopardy.

Janet slid her left hand off Tammy’s right breast and, after locking eyes with Bonita, nodded at it. Then Janet started rubbing and pinching and pulling on Tammy’s left breast with both hands, before whispering maliciously to the blonde whose face she couldn’t see, “Are you having fun in there, Tammy? How do you like having the hands of two girls with ‘somewhat unsubstantial’ breasts probing your big boobies, as they try to decide whether to accept your volunteered donations?” Janet noted Bonita had followed her lead and was vigorously mauling Tammy’s right breast.

“Oh, God,” Tammy cried in between fearful moans, “I’m sorry for making the mean remark about your breasts, girl. What are they…about 36C’s…that isn’t so small; you certainly would be an A Grade.” The blonde moaned in fear and then continued, “Please…I don’t want to donate. That’s why I always play when everyone is busy elsewhere. PLEASE!”

“What about my 34C’s, do they make me a B Grade?” Bonita asked sarcastically, as she paused her attention on Tammy’s orb to remove her top and point at her own chest, “are these ‘somewhat unsubstantial’ and not worth your time? Well, in a minute, you are going to wish these were yours, because right now I want to slice those big 38D’s right off your chest for being so mean to Aimee.”

“Yes,” Janet spat, and then followed Bonita’s lead and bared her own moneymakers before the blonde bitch’s eyes that she imagined were widened with fear on the other side of the one-way window, “and for being so mean to freckles, and for what you are trying to have done to Sharon. You call it playing smart, don’t you, when you do what you do after you’ve poached some girl’s big breasts so you can fill your tummy with a sandwich made from her stolen bacon. You call it playing smart when you sentence some other girl to be slowly impaled by cold steel, so that she can die writhing in agony as she slowly cooks alive over a barbecue pit, knowing you will claim her fillet when she is finally done roasting. However, you don’t even stay and watch her life end…you leave that to the rest of this establishment’s customers, because you call it playing smart. You murder those post-sandwich spit muffins and sneak out here to play the game when no one is around…except for the waitress on potential menu item duty. You call it playing smart…don’t you…when you send that waitress into one of the booths to play a game she never volunteered for …so that HER breasts are hanging through the booth side of the debreasting portals as bait to reduce your odds of being chosen as a volunteer if anyone does show up to play the game from the kitchen side of the debreasting ports. You call all that playing smart, just so you can get your pre-fillet orgasmatron beam fix. You call all that playing smart, but I call it murder and cheating in the game. You deserve to have those big balloons of yours popped, and hopefully you have followed the advice that you gave me earlier and picked a slow and painful option for your debreasting. What did she pick, Bonita?”

“NO! You’re ly…” Tammy paused, thinking ahead for once in her life. “I mean, you have it wrong. I may have been a bitch, but I played by the rules. I played fair, when I poached freckles’ knockers, because she did volunteer to play the game, and we both know she wanted those milk bags gone, sooner or later. Aimee agreed to ride Jessica and become meat if someone paid Mr. Jennings for her fillet during her shift as a potential menu item when she took the well-paying waitress job here; it was her shift and I paid the price of her fillet, so it was a legal conversion not murder. Sharon knew that she had to fill a booth if so ordered by a man or a breasted woman during her shift as a potential menu item if all the booths were empty when she accepted this high paying job; it was her shift and the booths were empty and I have breasts, so it was my right to order her to volunteer to play the game. Finally, there is no rule that says you can’t wait until there aren’t any kitchen-side players before you play on the booth side. I didn’t cheat, so you shouldn’t make me pay for those things you said I did wrong. Please…go away…I’m a papered woman! My husband will divorce me if I go home breastless. You’ll ruin my life!”

“Good heck!” exclaimed Bonita, “I agree with her. Her logic is impeccable. She didn’t break any rules. However, Tammy, doing those things, in the bitch-like way you proceeded to do them in, still made what you did wrong. Also, you left out one final relevant point in your analysis of the rules. YOU entered the booth YOU are now in voluntarily, knowing any male or breasted woman on this side of the wall could send you home debreasted. We have breasts, so we have a right to hit the red button on YOU and pop YOUR balloons. So don’t hold us accountable for your impending divorce. And Janet, might I point out that you are closest to the computer screen and can read it more easily.”

“Oh!” Janet said softly, surprised at Bonita’s passionate lecture that now had Tammy sobbing on the other side of the window, “you’re right…let me look. I’ll bet she did pick a slow and painful booth option…because she thought she was safe from having to pay up…and because she wanted a more powerful beam setting during her final minute. Let’s see…there it is…scissors…one breast at a time…dead slow…de-clit option no. Three out of four setting choices look to be mistakes now, don’t they Tammy? Will you still enjoy your fillet with two round bandages on your very flat chest?” Janet slapped the debreast button beside Tammy’s window.

Tammy rewarded the room with a bloodcurdling scream, “NNnnooooo! I’m Tammy McGreevy. This can’t be happening to me!” The scream told the room that Tammy knew it could happen, and was happening! Everyone not still in the barbecue pit area flooded to the dance floor to watch the bitch get her tits turned into bacon.

Sue looked from the left breast she had been vigorously pleasuring for the past minute, to glance over to Janet and Bonita at the sound of the click. Janet’s hand still was holding the red kill button pushed in. She then looked back to Sharon, the owner of the breast, and smiled broadly as she informed the girl, “As you heard, sweet girl, you’ve got your needed debreast button pushed on another girl, and you are ten seconds from your final minute in that there booth. Brace yourself for the orgasmatron beam. I should warn you in case you haven’t ever had one used on you before, it could be a very intense experience.”

“Thanks,” Sharon sighed, “I’ll keep that in mind. If you and Wanda wouldn’t mind staying close and continuing to look interested in poaching my bacon at the last second, I would appreciate it. I’ve seen other girls get their hearts crushed when their busts got flattened with only seconds of booth time left. The timer clock turns off if the button gets hit while the clock was still ticking, and the booth time is extended until the debreasting procedure has been completed.”

“We’ll do our best, won’t we Wanda?” Sue asked softly, listening to the mechanical sounds now coming from booth five, where Tammy could be heard moaning loudly in terror.

“We’ll do better than our best, Sharon,” assured Wanda, who slowly reached up from Sharon’s left breast, which the auburn-haired beauty had been massaging, toward Sharon’s debreast button, “we will get the job done for you.” Her hand was very close to the red button when the orgasmatron beam in Sharon’s booth beamed its first dose of pleasure onto Sharon’s sex, but the first moan that came out of her mouth spoke of terror. Wanda suddenly recognized the abrupt flash of fear on Sharon’s face, and realized she had misinterpreted ‘get the job done for you’. “Sorry,” Wanda whispered, “you told us to make fake moves toward the debreast button periodically while inspecting your potential donations. I meant that we will succeed in protecting your moneymakers for the final one-minute period, not that we would ‘do a job’ on, which I assume you equated with pop, your breasts.”

“Oh…stupid me,” Sharon said softly between gasps of pleasure.

“Sharon,” asked Sue, “can you keep your wits together enough to explain the mechanical sounds in the booth, and how the scissors…I heard Janet say…one at a time and set on dead slow…work? If you would rather not try and simply enjoy the pleasure beams…well…I would understand.”

Sharon moaned softly, and stammered, “I’ll…try. Stored…in recesses…in the…forward…wall…inside…Tammy’s…booth,” Sharon gasped and hissed and she suddenly climaxed, then struggled to continue, “are two…thin…circular…motorized devices.” Sharon moaned several times, taking deep breaths between each moan. “They have…been pushed…inward…out of…the…recesses…by their…central…support rods…and are…now…rising…as the…support rods…are…slowly…sliding…upward…in their…vertical…positioning tracks.” Sharon paused to enjoy another beam-induced climax, the look of pure pleasure on her face obvious to everyone on the other side of her booth window.

“Jeese, Sharon, the masher must have a very high orgasmatron beam setting,” Wanda whispered, still trying to massage the right breast of the girl that was quivering in her hands. “Please continue, if you can!”

Sharon moaned and then gasped in obvious pleasure, before nodding her head. She rasped, “Between…the booth wall…and the…scissor motors…two…thin…triangular…criss-crossed..two-foot-long…blades…are anchored…to each motor…by the…central…support…rod...through the…center of..the blades…where they…cross…like all…scissors. The blades…with…very…sharp…inner edges…begin…the upward…journey…in not quite…horizontal…positions.” Sharon sighed rapidly several times in climax, tears of joy streaming from her face.

“God,” she moaned, “I can…understand…why girls…become…beam junkies! Short rods…through the…base of each…scissor blade…are positioned…in tracks…along the…outer margins of…the lower half…of each…circular motor. When the…blade edges…reach the base…of the girl’s…breasts…the central…support rod…stops rising…and each…short rod…will slowly lower…along the…circular tracks…until they…meet…at the bottom…of the…circular…motor…causing the…scissor blades…to slowly rotate…together…until each…blade reaches…a vertical…position. Tammy…has selected…one motor…to remain dormant…until the…other motor…has finished…pulling its…blades…closed…before it…activates. Which…motor…is dormant…is randomly determined. Good…enough?” Sharon issued three more closely spaced sighs as another wave of climax coursed through her sex.

Suddenly, Tammy hissed shrilly, “Eeeeeiiii! Please…somebody help me. Hurry! I don’t want to…Noooo!”

“Yes, Sharon,” whispered Sue, “that was a great explanation, and from Tammy’s behavior, it is obvious that the scissors must have reached the bases of her breasts. You still have thirty seconds left. Why don’t you just close your eyes and enjoy the pleasure beams until you are released from the booth.” Sharon answered Sue’s suggestion with a long pleasure filled moan.

Janet, who had listened to Sharon’s explanation, quipped sardonically to the owner of the left breast she was still poking and prodding and rubbing, “Tammy, you’ll be sure to let me know which tit is getting scissored off first, right. It would be in bad form if I was pulling on the wrong nipple, and one of your breasts dropped to the floor with a big splat!”

“NOoooo! Noooo! No!” Tammy screamed and then began moaning in pain and fear. This was followed by a mournful, drawn out sigh from the bitch, which became a duet as Sharon climaxed again.

“Looks like Tammy’s not going to tell,” Janet chortled to Bonita, who had her hands on Tammy’s right mammary. “So we’ll have to sort it out for ourselves. Want to bet on who wins the bacon first?”

“Actually, no,” Bonita said softly, “I’m going to turn over my breast to you, and let you take both of them to the kitchen when they come free. I kind of feel weird about being part of this…in spite of Tammy being the bitch she is.” In truth, Bonita felt Janet was being meaner to the blonde than she needed to be.

“Suit yourself, honey,” Janet replied, “I’ll have tomato and cucumber sandwiches on the way to our table soon enough.”

“Cool,” Bonita said softly, “and you’ll be holding her left breast first. You can see the sides of that breast being slowly compressed inward.” Bonita could hear Tammy breathing rapidly between moans that spoke of both pain and pleasure and of fear and remorse. She began to wonder if she could bring herself to take a turn in a booth, and contemplated about how she would complete the night if she didn’t…given what Wanda had told Sue about their bar tab and their lack of credits to settle it.

Meanwhile, with one last long moan of orgasmic pleasure accompanying her booth timer reaching zero and the release of her restraints, Sharon scraped her 40DD’s out of their debreasting portals, and yelled, “Thanks! I’ll be right out!” She then dashed for ‘The Wall’ door. As the door opened, Wanda watched the waitress dash instantly through it, having no shorts to put on as she was still on duty as a potential menu item for another twenty minutes. Watching Sharon heading for the dance floor, Wanda noticed Mr. Jennings turn, evidently to return to his office in the Game room. Wanda made a snap decision, and walked quickly over to catch up to the nightclub owner, passing a jubilant Sharon on the way.

“Mr. Jennings, Sir,” Wanda said softly, “I know it is unusual for one of us customers to approach you, but I wanted to ask you about something.” Wanda was a little nervous as the owner turned towards her; Wanda knew an un-papered girl like herself was always at risk of conversion when talking to a male she didn’t know in this century.

“Yes, Miss, what is it?” Mr. Jennings asked. He smiled suddenly, and asked, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“No, Sir,” Wanda replied, “we can’t possibly have met before. Listen, the girl in booth 5 will be reentering this room shortly, although weighing somewhat less than when she went through ‘The Wall’ door. When she comes back in, she won’t be wearing any bottoms. It’s that bitch, Tammy, the girl who murdered your waitress, Aimee. I don’t have the credits to pay for her fillet, but was wondering if your nightclub might want to pay for it to sell later?”

“What did you say your name was, young lady?” Mr. Jennings asked as he carefully formulated the answer to a very difficult question. As he looked at Wanda’s face, he felt sure that, somewhere, he had seen the girl before.

“Wanda…Wanda Maximoff, Sir!” Wanda replied softly.

“Well, Wanda,” Mr. Jennings replied in a business like fashion, “Tammy didn’t murder Aimee or anyone else. I hired Aimee with the same stipulation I have with all of my staff of Grade A’s; she had to periodically make herself available to be put on the menu. She became meat because it was a risk that came with a very well paying job. In spite of the fact that Tammy has been making me train a lot of new staff lately, and this establishment’s profit margin is based mainly on the assets volunteered in the booths rather than on selling employees for a ride on a Jessica, I would not convert Tammy for buying expensive cuts of meat from me. However, I am a business owner, and meat is a very important asset in my business. If Tammy exits that door without bottoms, I’ll be quick to enforce the rules, which she agreed to when she went through ‘The Wall’ door, and snap up her remaining assets to increase my profit margin. So, thank you for the tip, Wanda.”

“You’re…welcome, Sir,” Wanda stammered, before racing back to the dance floor to rejoin Sharon and her fellow heroines at booth 5.

Janet leaned her head closer to Tammy’s left breast. She could see that Bonita was right; the breast was slightly compressed at its sides, indicating that the scissor blades at the base of the breast had begun their inward rotation. Janet put her lips around Tammy’s left nipple, and slowly began to swirl her tongue around the erect nub, eliciting moans from the girl in the booth on the other side of the debreasting portals. Then Janet stood up wide-eyed and gasped, “I can see steel at the 4 and 8 o’clock positions.”

Tammy screamed in pain and terror, “NOooo! God no! I can feel my skin start to be cut! Please no!”

Janet, having watched several other women do their turns in a booth with much less drama, thought the bitch in the booth before her was being a baby, but decided it was time to stop tormenting her. She reached and tugged on Tammy’s left nipple…stretching the doomed breast as she watched the steel slowly rotate inward. She could see blood begin to flow downward below the parting flesh within the booth. Slowly, the skin around both sides of the blonde bitch’s left breast unzipped upward and then inward as the long, sharp shears rotated closed, the owner of the breast shrilling in pain the entire time. Then Tammy’s big breast popped free, eliciting a gasp of surprise from Janet, as she suddenly felt her right hand pulled downward by the weight of her newly won bacon, and three sharp staccato sighs from within the booth, as the orgasmatron beam brought the blonde to sexual climax.

“My heck! That looks to be as painful as it sounded,” chimed Sue, pointing to the ragged patch of ravaged flesh they could see through the now open debreasting port.

“I hope so,” spat Sharon, still angry at being used as bait for bacon hunters.

“Yes,” Wanda said softly, “watching things from here on the dance floor sure puts things in a different perspective.”

“It sure does,” agreed Bonita, “I for one prefer the tableside view. You can’t see the blood as well. Janet, Tammy’s right breast is starting to get squeezed from the sides, indicating the scissors below that one, are in the process of closing.”

“I see it,” acknowledged Janet, who bent over and began suckling the nipple on the blonde’s remaining breast, generating a weak helpless moan from the girl inside.

Suddenly, Tammy began screaming in pain again as she could feel the scissor blades slice open her skin and start cutting into her appendage. Janet pulled her lips back from Tammy’s erect nipple, which she quickly grabbed with her bacon-free hand. Tammy screamed and screamed as her right boob seemed to unzip apart in the same way the left one had as the long, sharp scissor blades rotated closed. Finally, the sound of climax mixed with the blonde bitch’s screams of pain as the blades finally closed and Janet finally held a full pair. As Tammy was pulled from the booth to be bandaged up, and the clean-up crew began to work within booth 5, Janet turned and slowly walked to a food order station at the bar. She had a confused look on her face; she didn’t glance to see the looks on her friend’s faces. She had thought she would be jubilant at having made the bitch pay for her meanness; she didn’t. Saying as few words as possible, she traded the bacon she had stolen from Tammy’s chest for four tomato and cucumber sandwiches, to be delivered to her table after being made by the chef. Then Janet walked silently back to the table her friends had already returned to.

Chapter 7. Double Jeopardy

“Follow you to the kitchen?” spat a flat-chested Tammy McGreevy, who had just exited ‘The Wall’ door in a very bad mood and sporting two circular bandages on her chest, only to be confronted by the nightclub owner, Mr. Jennings. “Why in the hell would I want to do that? Get out of my way so that I can make that bitch with the perky tits who slapped the red button on me pay for poaching my breasts. No one gets away with fucking with Tammy McGreevy!”

“You will follow me to the kitchen,” Mr. Jennings said calmly, “because you exited ‘The Wall’ door bottomless, with your fillet freely offered for sale. I have decided that my nightclub, Final Fantasy, will accept your generous offer.” Mr. Jennings waved to the girl manning the nearest of the food and drink ordering stations at the kitchen bar, and commanded, “Sally, could you ask the butcher to join us?”

“Sure thing, Boss!” Sally, a gorgeous Grade A redhead replied, before disappearing into the kitchen.

“The butcher,” shrilled Tammy McGreevy, “isn’t needed. I didn’t volunteer my fillet! Someone stole my shorts from the Game room, and I’m a papered woman, so you can’t order me to volunteer for conversion.”

“Fine,” Mr. Jennings calmly responded as a tall, muscular black girl sporting huge double D breasts and wearing a white, blood-stained apron exited the kitchen and walked towards the arguing pair, “I’ll allow you to show me your documentation before I make my final decision on whether the rules of the game are going to be enforced.”

“My I.D. is in the back pocket of my shorts, along with the credit card I used earlier to purchase your waitress’s fillet,” Tammy shrilled. “Find my pilfered shorts and I’ll show you the proof that I’m papered, and pay for your troubles as well. Do it! Or I’ll have my lawyer sue you!”

“Miss,” Mr. Jennings answered softly, “it is not this establishment’s responsibility to keep track of its customer’s clothing, and as you have just admitted you do not possess the documentation to support your claim, I have come to a decision. You exited the door with your fillet fully offered. ‘Final Fantasy’ will pay the price of that prime cut, until reimbursed by a customer who requests it for their meal. Candace, escort this sow back to the kitchen and secure her to your butcher table. Leave her there, bound and helpless, until Aimee’s roasted meat is brought in for carving. One minute after the chef starts carving Aimee, begin live butchering this sow…fillet first!” Mr. Jennings nodded to the big-breasted girl in the apron, and turned to walk to his office on the other side of ‘The Wall’ door; he had some research to do. As Tammy fainted, the butcher caught her falling frame over her right shoulder. Soon, the unconscious Tammy McGreevy was being carried into the kitchen from which she would never return.

“Wow!” Janet said softly from her chair at the table with her friends, “now I feel like shit. The nightclub owner looked like he was waiting for her to exit the Game room sans bottoms. How? I wanted to set the bitch up for a ride on Jessica when I snatched her shorts, but now I feel sorry for her…for poaching her tits and for getting her, evidently, killed.”

Wanda sighed softly before admitting, “I told Mr. Jennings to expect her to volunteer as a potential menu item, Janet. So take the load of her impending doom off of your shoulders. As for the breasts you traded for these vegetarian sandwiches,” the big breasted heroine nodded to Sally, who was distributing Janet’s food order as she spoke, “they were freely offered as part of a game that I still mean to play myself.”

Janet nodded, before softly saying, “You are right, of course, Wanda, the events unfolding here tonight are normal for this time and place. Thanks…I feel better…and look forward to playing the game again as well.”

“Me too,” said Sue, who took a bite of her tomato and cucumber sandwich before continuing, “I’m looking forward to having my moneymakers lasered off! Jeese…what a weird thing to say…but its true!”

Bonita remained silent, glancing furtively at the Jessica near ‘The Wall’ door, daydreaming. Then the fantasy playing in her mind was interrupted by a confrontation at the bar. It was the tall, raven-haired girl with the pixie cut, evidently back from watching the events in the pit area, talking to the still-nude Sharon.

“Fill a booth, big tits,” the tall girl commanded, “and select the knife as your debreasting option, or I’ll pay for your fillet when you return boobless from your stint as a volunteer. I’m going to skin those huge knockers, before slicing the bacon of your chest. I’m going to have your boob’s dermis and epidermis tanned and turned into a pair of wine skins!”

Hearing this and seeing the horror on Sharon’s face, Sue jumped from her chair and raced to ‘The Wall’ door. As she pulled open the entrance to the Game room, she yelled out to the would-be skinner, “Hey, leave Sharon alone! She just finished a session as a potential volunteer…she shouldn’t have to put her breasts right back at risk! Besides, I’m on my way in, so the booths won’t be empty anymore!”

“Stop, Sue,” Sharon commanded, “don’t go in…yet! We don’t have a double jeopardy rule at Final Fantasy, so Alice here has the right to send me right back into a booth, as I’m still on potential menu item duty, and the booths are empty. The fact that you are about to fill a booth doesn’t change the fact that they were empty when Alice told me to volunteer…so volunteer I must!” Sharon then turned to the tall, dark-haired girl, evidently named Alice, and spat, “However, Alice, you can’t tell me which debreasting option to choose. You are not using a knife on my tits, bitch, no matter what!”

“You will choose knife, Sharon,” Alice seethed, “and let me skin those huge milk bags of yours, or I’ll pay for your fillet, and you’ll soon be on the back of a Jessica being converted into meat. You can’t stop me! It is my right as a breasted customer here!

“Excuse me, girls,” one of the two men sitting with the papered women at the reserved table interjected, “you are disturbing my wife.” The tall, handsome, dark-haired man who looked to be in his forty’s nodded to the nude waitress and said softly, “Hi, Sharon, you’re in a bit of a fix, I see.”

“Hi, Mr. Roberts,” Sharon replied and smiled to the man, “it’s the first time I’ve seen you since we catered at your club two weeks ago. Yes, I’m in a testy situation, but it is part of my job. Alice had the right to tell me to fill the booth, and has a right to pay for my fillet after I exit the game, but she can’t tell me which debreasting option to select!”

“You are right, of course, Sharon,” Mr. Roberts replied nodding with a pleasant smile on his face, “you have been given your instructions and I can’t interfere, so you should walk through ‘The Wall’ door now, knowing that no one from my table will hit your debreast button. However, with knockers like yours, someone will. If you have someone that you would prefer to have accepting your donations, rather than a stranger, I suggest you proposition them on your way in.”

“Now,” Mr. Roberts continued, addressing the tall girl with the Pixie cut, “Alice, that is your name right? Would you show me your papers?”

“Papers?” Alice asked in a quivering voice. “I’m un-papered…like most of the girls in this room. Surely you could have guessed that, Sir!”

“Yes, Alice,” replied Mr. Roberts, “I had assumed that to be the case, but needed to make sure. Your lack of papers means I can order you onto the back of that Jessica over there,” the handsome man nodded to the machine by ‘The Wall’ door, “which I will do, if you don’t walk through the door as a volunteer in the game, taking a booth right beside Sharon.”

Alice issued a horror-filled gasp, and then whispered, “Yes…Sir! Are you…going to…pop…my…tits?”

“No, Alice,” Mr. Roberts replied softly, “you have the same guarantee I gave Sharon. No one from my table will push your booth’s debreast button. I suggest you enter the Game room now, or I’ll see you on Jessica’s back”

Meanwhile, Sharon had walked over to Sue, who still stood holding ‘The Wall’ door open, and whispered softly, “Sue…do me a favor…and take the position outside booth 1. You said you would take my breasts…but only if I asked…I’m asking.” Then Sharon, her face filled with resignation walked through the open door, followed by Alice, her face paled with fear. Sue did as she was asked, and walked over to the dance floor to take her position outside of booth 1.

“Well this really blows!” Wanda whined, as she watched Sharon walk back into the room she had she had been lucky to escape from not so many minutes earlier. “Look, Sue’s headed for the debreasting portals. I wonder what Sharon whispered to her?”

Janet looked around as she munched on her sandwich, and answered, “The room is almost full again, meaning most everyone has returned from the barbecue pits. With this many sets of eyes on Sharon’s big balloons, that feel-up her breasts and make fakes at the debreast button routine you two had going on earlier isn’t going to keep them from being popped. I’m sure Sharon realizes that, and told Sue to poach the big knockers before anyone else could.”

“I think Janet’s right,” agreed Bonita sorrowfully. “At least Sharon isn’t going to have them slowly skinned before she gets debreasted, thanks to Mr. Roberts there,” Bonita said, shivering at the thought. She paused for a moment, and then slowly got up and angrily, declared, “Actually, Alice isn’t going to skin anybody’s breasts ever again, because she is about to lose the assets that allow her to play the game.” Bonita began to quickly walk toward the dance floor, where a crowd of observers was beginning to grow.

“Wow! What’s got into our Latino friend,” asked Wanda, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I’m not sure,” Janet replied softly, “but, whatever it is, I doubt Alice is going to like it!”

Sue waited patiently before booth 1, until she could finally see movement and hear sounds. Then a familiar pair of 40DD’s were squeezed through the debreasting portals, followed by the sound of Sharon’s restrains locking her into position for a stint in the booth that was certain to be less than 10 minutes long. Then the computer console beside booth1 beeped.

“What the heck?” Sue queried, both surprised and confused.

“I’ve set ‘secondary controls may overide’, Sue,” Sharon said in a soft shaking voice. “This way, once you start setting the options for my debreasting, my bacon is yours and yours alone. If anybody but you hits the debreast button, they take a ride on Jessica. I need to warn you though, if you fail to have the courage to finish what you started by setting my options, YOU will ride a Jessica. Please do this for me, and get started quickly. I am very vulnerable until you’ve set the first option; someone might cut in and set the controls themselves while you’re trying to make up your mind.”

Just then, Bonita arrived, and a nice-sized set of swooping breasts at booth 2 pushed through its debreasting portals, followed by the sound of another set of restraints locking Alice into position. Bonita smiled at Sue and then Sharon, before saying, “Hi, Sue and Sharon. I’m sorry, Sharon…I don’t know what else to say.”

“Hi, Bonita…no problem,” Sharon said in a cracking voice. “Has Sue started setting my debreasting options yet?”

“Yes,” Sue answered softly, a hint of the mental agony she was experiencing in her voice, “I’m on the ‘select debreasting method’ screen now. Do you have any particular method you want to do doom your moneymakers with?”

“Good!” Sharon sighed with obvious relief, before continuing in a cracking voice. “You can take your time and proceed in an orderly fashion now. And no, I don’t care to choose my own fate. Why don’t you pick something and leave it as a surprise by keeping it to yourself?”

“As you wish,” Sue said softly, selecting a bloodless ‘laser beam’ and then ‘from the bottom’, taking note that there was a double-cut option as well. “I’m on the ‘select debreasting speed’ screen now. Do you want to tell me your preference, or are you going to leave that up to me too?”

“Not dead slow!” Sharon said fearfully. “I’m sure I would regret that, but I want a good orgasmatron dose, now that I know that my puppies aren’t going to get lopped off by guillotine blade. Try medium.”

“Okay, medium it is,” Sue replied quietly, before continuing, “Okay, I’m on the ‘select window transparency’ screen now. “Do you want me…” Sue paused and glanced back to the growing crowd of onlookers behind her, before rephrasing “I mean…do you want everyone to be able to see your face.”

“Uhhm…” Sharon began, went silent for a few seconds trying to get her thoughts together, before finally sighing, “yes…I want you to be able to look me in the eyes as we talk. It’s okay if everyone else can see my fear...and later…my pain!”

Sue set the controls to ‘window transparency two-way’ and then gave Sharon a friendly, encouraging smile as she looked into the girl’s sad brown eyes, before saying, “Okay, I’m on the ‘select de-clit option’ screen now. Now that’s an option you should never leave to someone else, not even your most trusted friend, and we’ve only just met today. Okay, I’ve set the de-clit option, but I’m not going to tell you which one I picked, okay?”

Sharon laughed, and nodded her head, “If you picked ‘de-clit option yes’, the orgasmatron beam is going to give me one hell of a climax as my sex life is pretty much ended! And if you selected ‘de-clit option no’, which would be one hell of a surprise, well I’m still going to be sexually aroused due to just thinking my sexual center is probably about to be slowly stretched any second, and still end up with one hell of a climax! Start my timer!”

“Good thinking, Sue,” Bonita interjected jovially as she watched her blonde friend hit ‘start timer’ on the final menu screen, “keeping her guessing is a great idea. I’m going to step one booth over for a minute and see what options Alice has chosen. You know me…always curious.”

“Yes,” acknowledged Sue, “always curious seems to describe you, especially today. Sharon, do you want to hold out, keeping these big melons right where they belong for as long as possible, or do you want to shorten the fear that I’m sure that your feeling, though I must say you’re handling it quiet well.”

“Give me a few minutes,” Sharon replied in a soft cracking voice, “to pull myself together and get my courage up. Then I think I’ll probably want the inevitable over and done with and the rest of me out of this bacon trap.”

As Bonita, stepped to her right, she could see that Sue was gently rubbing the bases of Sharon’s large, tender breasts while staring into the raven-haired beauty’s eyes with a look of encouragement. She also heard Sharon’s forlorn answer. Then she reached up and tugged gently on the hard, erect nipples tipping the swooping breasts before her. She could feel Alice jerk against her unyielding restraints as her flesh was touched for the first time in an at-risk situation. “You doing okay in there, honey?” Bonita asked in a soft friendly voice.

Alice was actually a smart girl—she didn’t come to Final Fantasy to feel the sexual glow induced by an orgasmatron beam; this was her first time in the booth room, with her tits on the wrong side of the debreasting ports. “About as well as can be expected,” Alice rasped, fear evident in her voice, “given the situation I’ve ended up in. Thank you for being kind enough to ask. Uhh…are you here to kill that set your feeling up?”

“To be honest, Alice,” Bonita answered, her own voice quivering with emotion, “I don’t know if I could bring myself to do it, even if I wanted to. I don’t know you, so I should have little reason to want to. However, I am curious. Why do you like the knife? Why do you like slowly skinning another girl’s breasts?”

“Well,” Alice started, wondering what to say and how truthful to be, “there is a tremendous feeling of power over the person whose breasts are at your mercy in the most hands-on way allowed in the game—the knife. And well, skinning the other girl’s breasts prolongs that feeling of power I get for the longest possible time, and causes the girl at my mercy to endure the terror, helplessness, and pain for the greatest length of time.”

Bonita leaned over to booth 2’s computer console and read the debreasting options that Alice had chosen, before turning back to Alice’s one way window and saying softly, “In that case, I’m curious. Why did you select the guillotine blade for yourself? Is it because you think it will attract fewer potential players on this side of the wall to your booth, because it will not provide them the thrill they are seeking? Or is it because, if someone does decide to poach your bacon, the feeling of being powerless and at the mercy of the other player, as well as the terror and pain, will be over as quickly as possible?”

“To be honest,” Alice answered truthfully in a quivering, fear-filled voice, “some the first, hoping to avoid being chosen as a volunteer and leave this room in the same condition as I entered, but mostly it was the latter, I don’t want to feel helpless or experience pain for very long. Also, I don’t care about the beam intensity; I don’t care if I climax.”

“You have one thing to your credit,” Bonita sighed softly, “you are honest…to yourself as well as to me. Sharon, could you hear what was being said…between Alice and myself.”

“Yes,” Sharon said softly, remorse still filling her voice, “I heard, but if you are about to ask me if I want her debreasted…don’t. I won’t answer. I don’t want to be responsible for hurting her, in spite of the fact that she is responsible for the pain and loss I will soon feel.” Sharon sighed in pleasure as she suddenly felt Sue suckling the tip of her right breast.

As Bonita continued gently massaging the trapped breasts before her, she softly replied to Sharon, “No, that would be my decision, or, if I walk away, perhaps someone else’s. What I am asking is, if I decide to take her breasts, do you want her to walk out of ‘The Wall’ door before you do and face her friends flat-chested, and perhaps end up before your window breastless but able to watch you get you get your balloons popped. As you heard, she picked guillotine; it won’t delay your escape from that booth by much. Or, if I decide to collect the bacon that she has been forced to volunteer, would you rather I waited until you leave the booth, so she can’t see you become flat-chested and twenty pounds lighter, though she will hear your terror and pain—something she admits to enjoy very much—because she made you helpless when she forced you to volunteer?”

Sharon moaned, more because of the discomfort caused by Bonita’s question than from Sue’s attention to her doomed boobs. Still, Sharon knew that it was a question that she did have to answer, and honestly, so she sorrowfully whispered, “Given the certainty that I won’t leave this booth a breasted woman, I would rather that I could at least say that I kept my chest intact longer that the girl who forced me in here to volunteer my donations!”

Bonita instantly hit the debreast button on Alice’s booth, swiftly dropped her hands down to the girl’s quivering nipples, and pulled hard in the direction of the kitchen bar. From inside booth 2 came rapidly changing sounds: a gasp of surprise and fear, a yelp of discomfort, a moan of pleasure, a swooshing sound of danger, a loud scream of intense pain, a long orgasmic sigh, and finally a thump as Bonita’s rump hit the floor due to losing her balance when Alice’s breasts were sliced from her chest to become bacon in the Latino’s hands.

As Alice was pulled out of booth 2 to be bandaged, and the clean-up crew went to work both inside and outside the booth, Bonita rose back to her feet, holding the two severed appendages for Sue and Sharon to see. She said softly in a mournful tone, “In a way, I’m sorry I did that, but it was the only gesture I could think of to show how sorry I am you got forced back into that booth, Sharon. Sue, I’ll get these lumps of bacon dropped off to the kitchen and walk back to our table as fast as I can. I do hope you don’t hit Sharon’s debreast button before I’m back in my seat.” Bonita then raced off to the food ordering station.

Ninety seconds later, Bonita took a big bite of her vegetarian sandwich before declaring, “Ummm…GOOD! I’m famished! Eat up girls. Four more tomato and cucumber sandwiches are on their way.”

“So,” Wanda laughed, “hitting one of those red debreast buttons really works up an appetite, does it, Bonita?”

“No. Not Really! Like Janet did with Tammy, I actually feel sorry for her,” Bonita said nodding at Alice who had just exited ‘The Wall’ door, her chest bandaged and wearing her blue denim shorts. The heroines then watched the tall, dark-haired girl walk past their table being careful not to glance at the girl who had poached her bacon, and head towards the front entrance of the Final Fantasy nightclub. Bonita remarked in surprise, “It looks like Alice isn’t going to stay and watch…the girl she ordered into the booth to volunteer her big knockers to be turned into bacon…get her big balloons popped. I guess she feels that, not being able to play the game anymore, she has no reason to be here.”

“Speaking of balloons about to get popped,” said Janet excitedly, “it looks like Sharon has decided to get it over with, and has asked Sue to push her debreast button. Sue looks like she has a lot of conflicting thoughts going through mind though. Look at the way her hand is shaking as it hovers over the red kill switch!”

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Sharon,” Sue asked in a soft quivering voice. She could see the fear in the waitresses brown teary eyes.

“Yes, Sue,” Sharon hissed softly, her voice filled with sadness and resignation, “I’m as ready as I ever will be, and I’m tired of standing shaky and helpless in this booth’s restraints. Please…push my…debreast button…now!”

Sue sighed softly in disappointment, but did as she was told, and pushed the red button that she had been softly fingering. Sharon immediately began moaning in pleasure, induced by the orgasmatron beams that had now been directed into her sex. Sue quickly took off her bikini top, and cupped each of her own breasts in each of her hands. The blonde heroine leaned in and manipulated her breasts so that each of her nipples were against one of Sharon’s nipples, and then rubbed her nipples in a rotational fashion around each of Sharon’s. Sharon gasped and then sighed loudly in climax.

“Damn, Sue,” Sharon rasped, “You are a…naughty…little girl…aren’t…you. Ummm…Ahhh…when…does the…declitting…process…kick in?” Sharon couldn’t help but moan in pleasure under the orgasmatron beams, or shake in fear at the prospect of what was going to happen to her Grade A breasts, and she also couldn’t help but wonder what it was going to be like to have her sexual center stretched out in preparation her clitoris’s beheading.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Sue teased softly, and then dropped her head to Sharon’s quivering knockers to swirl her tongue around each nipple, one at a time. She knew the anticipation of the potential neutering would keep part of the waitress’s mind off of the threat to her boobs.

Sharon sighed again in climax, and then studdered, “What…are…you…going to…do…with my…clit…once it…is…lasered off…and…slides out…to…become…yours?” The waitress looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes of the blonde outside her booth, waiting with interest in what she would say.

Sue smiled and winked at Sharon, and softly said, “Well, Sharon, if your pleasure button were to end up in a tray on my side of the wall, I think it would end up leaving Final Fantasy when I do. I would have it preserved in clear plastic and made into a pendant for a necklace; that way I would always have something to remember you by.” Sue then bent down and kissed the ends of each of Sharon’s big knockers.

“Nice…thought!” gasped Sharon, both fear and pleasure still in her voice. “And…thanks…for…letting…me…keep it…sweet girl. Stretching…would have…started…already…if de-clit…option…yes…had been…activated. Sue, pull…on my…breasts! If I’m…donating…my…bacon…then…I want…it all…on…that side…of the…ports, and… whatever process…you selected…will begin…to start…soon.” Sharon then closed her eyes and tried to focus her mind on the pleasure being beamed onto her sex, rather than the danger her breasts were in.

Sue sighed sorrowfully, before saying softly, “You got it, Sharon.” Sue then grasped each of the waitress’s nipples between her thumb and forefingers, and tugged outward towards herself, hard enough to stretch the waitress’s tits, but not so hard as to cause her pain. She held onto the breasts until, a minute later, she heard the waitress utter a sharp gasp of pain and fear, and she could see wisps of smoke wafting out of the lower part of the portals.

Back at the heroin’s table, Janet squealed excitedly, “You can see it now…there slicing upward through the base of Sharon’s huge melons…a laser beam!” The perky heroine was practically dancing in her seat as she watched the laser rising through both of the waitress’s breasts. “It isn’t taking its time in its upward path either!”

“Yes,” Wanda replied sounding almost calm compared to Janet, “Sue must have decided to get a closer look at the method of destruction she said she would be using to let the air out of her own balloons. She probably set the speed on a fast setting to limit the length of time Sharon would be subjected to pain.”

“The laser is set on medium speed, Wanda,” corrected Bonita. “Sharon herself chose that setting, yes to get it over and done with at a fairly rapid rate, but to also get a fairly intense orgasmatron beam setting. Still, Janet’s right, the laser is burning through those massive mammaries at a fairly high rate. At least those low moans of pain coming from our waitress friend won’t continue for too much longer. I feel sorry for Sharon…she didn’t want to have this done to her like we did when we entered Final Fantasy.”

Over at booth 1, Sue softly asked, “How are you holding up, honey, are the pleasure beams helping you with the pain?” Sue stared hard into Sharon’s squinting tear-filled eyes, feeling sorry for the girl.

“Actually,” Sharon gasped in reply, “they are…and…the pain…isn’t…as bad…as I…expected. Thanks again…for…choosing…lasers. At least…I won’t…bleed…to death. OH God! How much…longer?” The waitress then sighed loudly, as the booth’s orgasmatron beam rewarded the bacon trap’s victim with another climax.

“You are about half-way done, sweety,” replied Sue in a soft encouraging tone, “ just try to focus on the pleasure beams and we will have you out of that booth soon enough.” Sue watched the progress of the laser carefully. It was making a nice, thin, clean cut, and cauterizing both sides of the wounds simultaneously. She knew that she was going to stick to her decision to use the laser option when she took her turn in a booth.

Sharon continued issuing soft pain-filled moans for another twenty seconds, until Sue suddenly warned her, “Prepare for a heavy dose of pleasure beam, Sharon.” Only then did the waitress release her first loud scream of pain and loss, for she knew that final dose of climax-inducing beam that the blonde was warning her about meant the big balloons she was so proud of would soon be popped! A few seconds later she heard sighs of passionate climax, and knew they were coming from her mouth, because she felt the booth restraints release her body.

Sue, stunned as Sharon’s boobs came free from the girl’s chest to pull downward on her own arms, struggled for a moment to maintain a grip on the huge orbs. Once she had control of the massive mammaries, the blonde looked up to see the waitress still in the booth staring at the still quivering orbs in the heroine’s hands, tears streaming down her face. Then Sue watched as Sharon nodded her head at the orbs, and chirped softly, “Good save, Sue! I thought you might drop at least one of them for a second there. Go ahead and take that bacon to the order counter, Sue. I’ll be out to talk to you for a few minutes as soon as I’ve been bandaged up.” Sue watched stunned though the empty debreasting portals as the booth staff led the debreasted girl away. Sharon’s calm instructions had taken her by surprise. Sue shook her head, and then turned towards the kitchen to do as she had been told.

Chapter 8. Sue Plays The Game On The Booth Side

Sue quickly returned to her table after dropping off Sharon’s bacon, and nodded towards the bar, telling her friends, “Looks like Sally gets to finish Sharon’s shift as potential menu item, and then, I assume, the next hour of her own shift.” As her friends glanced over to the kitchen area to watch the lovely redhead doff her black shorts with Final Fantasy printed on the back, Sue started working on her tomato and cucumber sandwich, noting that her friend’s plates were already empty.

“Yes, Sue,” said Wanda, staring at the blonde heroine’s face trying to determine how upset she was about Sharon’s fate, ultimately sealed by Sue herself hitting the girl’s debreast button, “and it looks like she is carrying Sharon’s shorts over to ‘The Wall’ door now. Sally is probably trying to make sure that there are not two potential spit-muffin waitresses available when Sharon exits the Game room. Are you okay Sue? That must have been difficult…hitting the debreast button and poaching the girl’s big boobs because she asked you to.”

“I’m fine,” Sue assured her friends, “both Sharon and I knew that someone else would flatten her bustline if I refused. At least I was able to have the manner in which she donated her bacon be somewhat acceptable to her.” Sue took another bite of her sandwich, before changing the subject, “Bonita, do we have more sandwiches coming from your harvesting of Alice’s bacon? I don’t think this one will do me for the night, and, sorry girls, I told Sally I wouldn’t accept anything in trade for Sharon’s donations.”

“Yes, Sue,” Bonita said softly, “vegetarian again, of course. Listen, girls, all of this anger being vented in this place doesn’t make the game sound fun to play. I don’t know if I want to go through with what we set out to do.”

“At this point,” pointed out Janet, “I’m not sure you have any other options, Bonita…in spite of how frightening it is to be in those booths…and the tendency for some of the players on this side of the wall to be mean spirited. Additionally, I still want to play again more than ever…so that I can match the courage exhibited by girl’s like freckles and Sharon…and yes…even Alice.”

“Speaking of Sharon,” Sue said with a touch of urgency, “look, ‘The Wall’ door is opening. I think she will be coming out soon!” Sue took another quick bite of sandwich before suggesting, “Let’s go give her hugs as she comes through the door. I bet she could use some support right now!”

“Good idea, Sue,” agreed Wanda as she pushed her chair back and headed for the door. Soon all four heroines were standing at the door, watching Sharon slip on the shorts that Sally had handed to her.

Immediately after Sharon stepped into then large main room of Final Fantasy, Sue had her arms around the girl’s back, hugging her gently, before asking with evident concern, “How are you doing, sweetie? Are you in a lot of pain?”

“No, Sue,” Sharon said softly, surprisingly with a smile on her face, “the bandages we use here are coated with very effective pain killers as well as disinfectants. I’m fine! I want to thank you for being there for me…when I needed someone to take my donations. I realize that may not have been the most comfortable position to put you in. Hell…based on my first turn in the booth…I would have to assume none of you four came here intending to play the game on the kitchen side of those debreasting portals.”

“Good!” Sue replied, the concern she felt much less evident. “I was happy to be there for such a sweet girl as you.” Sue then released Sharon into Wanda’s arms, as several other girls pushed past them, entered the Game room, dropped their clothes, and headed in the direction of the booths.

As Wanda gave Sharon a quick hug, she admitted, “No, you are right, Sharon, not one of the four of us expected to be collecting donations on this side of the wall. I’m the only one of the four of us that hasn’t done that yet, but I wouldn’t make a wager that I’ll leave here tonight without having done so, the way events have been unfolding. I am very happy to hear about the attributes of the bandages, however. We came here to play on the booth side of the wall, expecting to donate, so it is nice to know the pain is well managed once the deed is done.”

Bonita replaced Wanda in hugging Sharon, before asking, “What happens for you now…now that you have escaped from the Game room…without…?” Bonita could not bring herself to continue the question.

“Without boobs?” Sharon chortled. “Well as I said before, it was a given that, as a waitress here, sooner or later I would end up on potential menu item duty when the booths were all empty, and get forced into the booth to volunteer my donations. I had a good run and built up my financial resources, and didn’t end up with my fillet sold and targeted by a Jessica spit. My work here is over with. I’m no longer qualified for the job. When I became flat-chested…I dropped immediately to Grade B status, and Mr. Jennings only hires Grade A’s. I’ll be leaving here immediately to get medical treatment…a skin graft basically.”

Janet stepped in as Bonita stepped away, and gave Sharon a quick hug followed by a quick kiss, “You are a brave girl. I hope I can match your courage the next time I play in the booth. I’m a little disturbed that you are going to lose your job as a result of your sacrifice, however.”

“I knew the consequences when I was hired, Janet,” Sharon softly pointed out, “and the pay I received might be more than you can imagine. Besides, Mr. Jennings takes very good care of his employees or their families, especially after a forced retirement.”

“Speaking of which,” Mr. Jennings interrupted as he stepped through ‘The Wall’ door to hand Sharon an envelope, “here is the back pay you earned, Sharon, including a full day’s wages for tonight as well as the separation bonus. Be sure to fill out the pension paperwork when you get home from the doctor.”

“Yes Sir! Mr. Jennings,” Sharon said with a broad smile and laughter in her voice, “you have been a great boss and it has been a blast working here. Bye girls! Thanks for everything!” Sharon quickly hugged all four heroines again and headed for the front entrance of Final Fantasy with her check in hand.

“I too want to thank you girls for what you did for Sharon,” Mr. Jennings said with a broad smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes. “Are you going to introduce your friends, Wanda Maximoff?”

“Yes Sir,” Wanda quickly replied and then nodded to her friends in turn as she spoke, “Sue Richards, Janet Van Dyne, and Bonita Juarez. This is a really cool establishment you have here, Sir!”

“I’m glad you think so, Wanda,” said Mr. Jennings, “perhaps at some point during the evening I can pick your brain about new debreasting options or nightclub activities. Staying on the cutting edge of your business niche is always important to a business owner. It is nice to meet you, Sue, Janet, and Bonita. Well, I better get back to my office. I’m in the middle of some very interesting research!”

After returning to their table, Janet commented on the obvious, “Gee! Mr. Jennings seems like a really nice guy. Which I feel strange to be saying considering what happens to women here at Final Fantasy.”

“Not so strange given the time period…and the fact that we all came here to take advantage of the activities his nightclub provides,” Wanda quickly pointed out, before nodding to the dance floor where four of the five booths had a pair of variously sized and shaped breasts protruding from them; the girls that had gone through the door while they were talking with Sharon. “The booth game, at least, a very popular activity, it would seem!”

Just then, Sally arrived, and began distributing the sandwiches Bonita had used Alice’s bacon to trade for. “Can I get you anything else, girls,” the waitress pleasantly asked when the plates had been placed.

“Yes, Sally,” Wanda answered, “that’s your name right. I’m Wanda,” the big bosomed heroine said and then pointed at her friends in turn, “and these are my friends, Sue, Janet, and Bonita. We would like another round of Lactic Blasters, please.”

“Right away, Miss…I mean, Wanda,” Sally answered before picking up the three empty plates from the first round of sandwiches and heading back to the bar.

“Trying to get us drunk enough to go play the game?” Janet asked jovially.

“She doesn’t need to get us drunk,” quipped Sue. “As you pointed out earlier, taking a turn through ‘The Wall’ door is the only way we have for paying for our tab. You’ve done yours, Janet. If you don’t mind, I’m going to take mine as soon as I’ve finished this first sandwich.” Sue then took another bite of the bread, tomato, cucumber, and secret sauce, and munched to the sound of moans and sighs as all four of the girls within the booths entered their final minute, and were rewarded for putting their chests at risk with orgasmatron-induced pleasure beamed onto their pussies; with no one standing in reach of their debreast buttons, it looked like these risk takers were going to escape the bacon traps with their busts intact.

“Knock yourself out, Sue,” Janet replied, “I’ve already switched my tactics from trying to be first to trying to outdo!” Everyone at the table laughed, knowing that Janet was being totally honest.

A minute later, as Sue was chewing the last bite of her first sandwich, and the sounds of climax within the booths had ended, Bonita pointed and whispered very softly, “Look, there is Mr. Jennings at ‘The Wall’ door again, and the men from the reserved table have just joined him after he waved them over. I wonder what they are talking about?”

Mr. Jennings could be seen showing the men four sheets of paper, one at a time. Then he nodded in the direction the heroines’ table was in, and all three men then stared in that direction before returning their attention to the sheets of paper. “Are they talking about us?” Janet asked nervously, “Or staring at one of the tables farther back?”

“They have no reason to be paying attention to us,” Wanda pointed out, “so it was most likely the latter. At any rate, Mr. Jennings went back through the door, and the other men are headed back to their table to rejoin their wives.” Four girls could be seen putting on shorts and tops in the booth room through the open door, and were soon heading back to their table in the middle of the room. Another four girls quickly darted through ‘The Wall’ door, talking excitedly to each other as they quickly doffed their clothes.

“Speaking of going through that particular door,” said Sue, “I’m ready to take my turn, and fill the final set of empty debreasting ports,” Sue said nodding to booth 3’s central set; the four girls, having chosen to split into two pairs after entering the booth area, had just pushed their boobs into the dance floor area under one-way windows. “Let’s see if I can return this game to the fun activity that we expected to participate in when we first walked through Final Fantasy’s front door!”

“Good luck, Sue!” Wanda exclaimed as her friend headed towards the booth room.

“Break a leg, sweety!” Janet quipped, “Well maybe something a little further up on that shapely frame of yours.”

“Whatever happens, just have fun, Sue!” Bonita urged.

As Sue headed for the door, none of the girls noticed the men at the reserved table watching with obvious interest. Their wives seemed to be curious as to what was up with their husbands, but knew better than to ask.

Sue quickly stripped off her sky-blue bikini, placed the garments on the floor, and headed for the booth area where a booth attendant was waiting to guide her into booth 3. As Sue quickly walked toward the attendant, she glanced back, noticing with curiosity that Mr. Jennings had exited his office and was following her to the booth area. As Sue began entering the booth, she turned and smiled to Mr. Jennings who was leaning against the back wall where he could observe what was happening in all five booths.

“Stop lollygagging, Miss,” the tall muscular attendant with a blonde Mohawk chided Sue politely. “You’re wasting booth time, and risking being left standing in there for a longer period with your tender tits being the only set being offered to the folks on the other side of the debreasting portals as donations.”

“Yes…you’re…right,” Sue stammered, “how silly of me.” The blonde heroine then quickly walked to the forward end of the compartment, waited until the automatic breast level adjustment had been completed, and pushed her fair-skinned 36D’s through the debreasting portals. The booth restraints immediately snapped shut, trapping Sue tightly against the front of the booth. Having set Sharon’s options earlier, Sue knew the drill. She quickly selected ‘laser beam’, ‘from the top and bottom’, and ‘dead slow’, and then paused to think. She decided to follow Sharon’s example, and selected ‘window transparency two-way’, and then without hesitation she selected ‘de-clit option no’ followed by ‘start timer’. It was only then that Sue had a chance to look out to the people dancing out on the dance floor, while others were inspecting the vulnerable breasts hanging from the debreasting portals, including the blonde heroine’s, with hungry eyes. Suddenly, Sue was just as terrified as Janet had been.

Sue gulped loudly as she watched a thin girl with light brown hair begin reaching toward her breasts, getting ready to test their firmness before inspecting the debreasting options she had barely finished setting. Then the blonde heroine gasped loudly in surprise as she felt a hand on her right breast; a hand that didn’t belong to the thin brunette. Then a man stepped before Sue’s two-way window and winked at her. It was the tall blonde-haired man who had been sitting at the reserved table with Mr. Roberts and their two wives. The thin brunette looked confused, and began to turn to walk away. “If you would rather it be her hands,” the handsome man nodded to the girl, “feeling up your big and perfect boobs, Miss, I’ll step away and wave her back. Should I do that?”

“No!” Sue replied, perhaps a little too quickly she thought, and paused before continuing, “you have as much right to inspect my at-risk flesh as she does, and you got to my potential donations first.” Sue felt butterflies in her tummy; she hadn’t expected to feel so afraid and helpless having walked into the booth voluntarily, knowing what would likely happen to her.

“Yes, well good,” the man flashed a friendly smile, “my names Ted, and I heard you get introduced to Bill Jennings as Sue. So may I address you by your name, Miss, as we spend a little time getting to know each other before I decide rather or not to convert these fantastic breasts of yours into bacon?”

Sue gasped loudly in fear, resulting in rather obvious embarrassment as her face turned red. “Yes, Ted,” Sue replied with a soft shaky voice, “I’m fine with your using my name. If it isn’t inappropriate for me to ask, aren’t you playing the game a little earlier than you usually do?”

Ted laughed and then whispered, “Yes, Sue, actually I am standing on the dance floor a little earlier than normal, although that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m going to play the game early. Maybe I just want to have a conversation with a very beautiful lady…who just happens to be trapped and unable to walk away if she decides I’m making a pass at her. How did you know that my routine had been altered, anyhow?”

“Sharon, the waitress Mr. Roberts stood up for, told us about you and your wives,” Sue admitted softly. She was beginning to feel the butterflies ease, as she felt Ted gently cupping each of her trapped breasts. “Which of the women is your wife, Ted?”

“The blonde…Doris…I’ve got a thing for blondes you might say,” Ted replied softly while rotating his thumbs around Sue’s erect nipples. “What else did Sharon tell you? Did she mention the social club we belong to, where she’d been a caterer several times?”

“Yes, Club X isn’t it?” Sue answered, breathing rapidly. She struggled against the urge to start moaning due to the pleasant sensation Ted was causing her breasts to feel.

“Yes, it is called Club X,” Ted said with a hint of satisfaction. “Did Sharon tell you what we do at our club?”

“No, Ted, not really,” Sue replied and then blushed again, as she realized she was using her best bedroom voice. “She said they usually returned from catering a few caterers short, so I imagine you have some activities similar to the ones found here at Final Fantasy, but Sharon never spelled out what goes on at Club X.”

For the first time since standing before her booth, Ted took his eyes off Sue and looked at her computer panel to check the debreasting options that she had selected, before he chortled “Wow, a laser beam double cut, set on dead slow. Now any girl who would make that kind of choice would fit right in at Club X, which does indeed have some elements in common with Final Fantasty; we are just a little less technology oriented and a little more…hands on…I guess you would say. Would you like to hear about the types of activities we have at our club parties every Saturday night, Sue, while we both contemplate having that red debreast button below your controls slapped, activating the lasers and causing the beams to slowly close toward these fantastic breasts of yours?”

Sue gulped loudly again, as fear returned to knot her stomach, and then moaned softly, resulting in a redder face, as she felt Ted’s hands return to hear quivering boobs to lightly finger the underside of her breasts as his thumbs returned to circling her erect nipples. Sue whispered softly, hearing her voice cracking with fear, “Yes Ted, I do want you to tell me about your activities there, and what happens to your wives and perhaps un-papered women at Club X. However, how will you know if I am truly interested, or if I’m just trying to stall for time…until my timer runs out?”

“I’ll know, Sue,” Ted whispered, obviously warning the blonde not to try to fool him. “You are willing to risk having pain inflicted on these fantastic tits of yours, aren’t you, Sue? Of course you are, or you wouldn’t have pushed them through those debreasting portals. We have a game where our wives, and yes un-papered guests, take turns behind a wall with their moneymakers hanging through portals in a dartboard on the other side of the room. There is a long, narrow window above the dart board so the girls can watch the men take turns throwing three darts each at the targets; the targets and throwers, their order of participating randomly selected, changing with each turn until all of the women, wives and un-papered guests, have been a target for one round. You get 3 points for each nipple that gets impaled by a dart, 2 points for each areola, and 1 point if the dart hits tit anywhere else. The scores are added, if there are ties, the men and women with the high scores play another round of darts, until there is only one high score. The man with the high score then takes the woman with the high score, whether wife or un-papered guest, to a cutting board that he quickly pushes her boobs onto, and then slowly closes the cutter attached to one corner of the board, removing the girl’s breasts.”

“Holy crap!” Sue exploded, as she smiled with a twinkle in her blue eyes. “You’re not making that up are you, Ted, just to get me wet?”

“No, Sue,” said Ted, “and I am confident that my words are making you wet. We also have a ‘Truth or Dare’ type game, where an activity is offered, and a punishment selected. The girls take turns telling how long they can last in the activity. If one of the men believes a girl has overstated her ability to last, he dares her to prove the truth of her claim. If she lasts the length of time she claimed she could, the man’s wife or un-papered date must take the dare and try to last the same length of time. If the girl overstated her ability to last, thus not telling the truth, or the man’s girl can’t match her dare, the unsuccessful girl gets the pre-selected punishment. Here is an example of a dare, candle flames on nipples without making a sound. The girl says she can last 10 seconds; a guy doubts her and forces her to prove the truth of her claim. She gets strapped to a frame, and candles are positioned until her nipples are roasting in the flame. Once in position the countdown starts, if she moans in pain, therefore wasn’t truthful when she made the dare, the selected punishment is inflicted. Let’s say the selected punishment is, and this would be the appropriate punishment given the dare I’m using as an example, a candle flame applied to her clitoris for the duration of the dare.”

Sue sighed loudly as the very idea of a flame on her sexual center brought her to climax. Ted reacted by laughing, before suggesting, “Tell me, Sue, the next time you are in town, you will join us at Club X, to play that game of darts or take the candle flame on nipples dare!” Ted then pulled his right hand off Sue’s left breast and reached toward her debreast button.

“TED!” Sue shrilled in terror, and then more quietly in a rasping voice implored, “Don’t do that! Not yet! We have plenty of booth time left. Besides, if you hit that button, then you shouldn’t expect me to be able to play either of the games you just asked me to play, because those games require breasts.”

“You know, Sue,” Ted chortled with a wide grin on his face, “with such a fantastic set of boobs on that lovely body of yours, I almost can’t resist pushing this button and poaching them. Besides, miracles have been known to happen, so if you did show up at Club X, looking like you were your twin sister with equally fantastic tits, I would take your word for it that you were your twin sister, even when after I asked for your name and if I could use it…and you said yes…and that I could call you…Sue. However, we do have games at Club X where having breasts isn’t necessarily a requirement. I’ll tell you about a few of them in a minute. However, I wasn’t going to push this red button. Not, at least, until you’ve answered one question for me…truthfully. So, here it is! Do you want to be debreasted…by me…during this…your first turn in a booth?”

Sue gasped in horror, and then nodded and answered truthfully, “Yes, Ted…I do…that’s why I’m here.” Sue then heard the click as her button was pushed, and felt the beam-induced pleasure begin to grow in her already sopping wet sex.

Back at their table, Sue’s heroine friends had been discussing the presence of the blonde-haired man from the reserved booth outside of booth 3, and the fact that he and the girl behind the booth’s two-way window, Sue, seemed to be having an animated and detailed discussion. Then they heard her shrill the man’s name as he reached his right arm upward. “He’s going to do it!” Janet squealed, “He is going to hit that button and doom Sue’s breasts to destruction by laser!”

“Wait,” shouted Wanda, her eyes wide in anticipation, “he paused. They are talking again…maybe he was just faking that he would do it.”

“No…look…Sue’s nodding!” Bonita gasped, and then shrilled, “He just pressed the debreast button. I guess maybe he got Sue to admit that she wanted to be debreasted…to have her boobies hurt and lasered off her chest…to become bacon…to be carried to a kitchen!”

“Easy, Bonita,” Janet urged, “you’re getting too worked up. You saw Sharon afterwards; it’s not going to be that unbearable. The bandages will take away the pain when Sue is out of the booth, and my husband’s medical equipment will make the sense of loss that she will most certainly feel when she looks at her flattened chest become nothing more than a memory.”

Wanda leaned her lips close to Bonita’s ear, and whispered softly, “Yes, remember, debreasting has already been performed once on me and against my wishes! Do you think I would invite three of my friends on this girls’ night out, with the specific intention of having all four of us volunteer to get our boobs popped, if I wasn’t pretty sure we would all be safe and happy at the end of the night?”

“No…I know you wouldn’t,” Bonita said softly, but keeping a frown on her face. “I just wish that it didn’t look and sound like it hurts so much. I’m far from convinced I will be able to take my turn in the booth when the time comes. However, I don’t want to be a wet blanket for you guys, so let’s talk about the fun Sue is going to put those 36D’s through. What do you say?”

“Let’s see, where was I?” Ted quipped now back to using his fingers and thumbs on Sue’s quivering breasts. He paused and listened to her rapid breathing, and occasional pleasure-filled moan or gasp as he gazed into the blonde’s gleaming blue eyes. He could see fear, yes, and maybe even a little horror, but mostly what he read in Sue’s eyes was courage and resolution. ‘This girl had indeed entered her booth with the intent to get her tits popped, rather than to just risk her breasts for a pleasure beam dose on a gamble she wouldn’t get picked,’ thought Ted.

“Oh, yes,” he said softly, “Club X games not necessarily requiring breasts. Okay, here’s a good one, ‘Spin the Bottle’. Eight girls, some, but not necessarily all of them club members’ wives volunteered by their men to play the game, are stood on platforms, from which hinged planks extend. The girls are pushed by their men to the end of the planks, with their hands bound behind their back, and then soft, thick nooses tightly secured to the high ceiling of the room are placed around their slender necks and pulled tight; the slack in each rope is taken up until the girls are forced to stand on their toes. Three dice are rolled, the summed number indicating the duration in minutes of the air dance one of the ladies is about to be asked to perform. The bottle is spun, a metal arrow centered on a spinning pin actually, and the person the arrow points at feels the platform drop away from their feet. Then it gets fun, for air dancing fillies are always a treat. The rope is thick, and the drop minimal; if a girl has a calm mind and keeps from flailing wildly, she can last a long time. Long enough if the number summed from the dice was low; I’ve never met a girl that was still dancing at the end of eighteen minutes though.”

“That game I like!” Sue chirped sarcastically. “I assume I would actually have an advantage if the noose around my neck doesn’t have to support the weight of a girl’s boobs along with the rest of her parts.”

“Ahhh, I love you, Sue,” Ted quipped softly, as he continued fondling Sue’s tits, hoping for more moans of pleasure, if not another orgasm, before the lasers reached her tender flesh. “Using gallows humor after my describing a gallows game is a great touch. Okay, probably not a lot of time before the air begins to get let out of your big balloons, so I’ll tell another game that won’t take a lot of explaining, ‘Heads or Tails’. Two girls, at least one of them a club member’s wife, are strapped face down into guillotines, the sharp, heavy blades already hanging high from their cross bars over the girls’ heads as the lunettes are closed around their necks. A vibrating phallus with an orgasm detector in it is simultaneously pushed into each girl’s vagina, the vibrator’s intensities gradually set to increase. Each girl having been told at the start of the game that her blade’s respective release mechanisms are to be triggered when her orgasm detector detects her climax and sends a radio signal to the release mechanism, and that the first girl who gives into the sexual pleasure and orgasms will be beheaded. The girl who can keep her head the longest, and is not driven to climax, keeps her head.”

Sue sighed three times rapidly as a strong climax washed through her. “Ted,” Sue said weakly, her voice still quivering slightly, “explaining that game to a girl with an orgasmatron beam directed onto her sex and her breasts about ready to be sliced off of her body by lasers, is just plain mean. That game isn’t too much fun for one of the girls though…you can only play it once.”

“Isn’t the game that you are playing now, Sue,” Ted asked softly, “the same? You can’t be debreasted twice…unless you’re talking one breast at a time. At least I’ve never heard of a girl growing her tits back. Brace yourself, honey, I can see a weak red glow on your chest between the top of your breasts. The lasers are getting close to flesh!”

“Yes,” said Sue frowning in fear, “I’ll only play this game once, but it won’t be my last game of any kind. Thanks for the warning, but I’m pretty sure I’ll know it when the lasers…” Sue suddenly jerked her head forward, trying to look at her breasts, as she grimaced and began holding her breath. Then she gasped in climax as the orgasmatron beam intensity was increased substantially.

“Can you see it?” Janet asked frantically back at the heroines’ table. “A laser beam at the top of Sue’s boobs, and by her reaction she can already feel it. I hate to say this, but I can’t wait to see Sue’s tits slowly popped off of her chest!”

“Me too!” agreed Wanda who was grinning with satisfaction. “That will mean that this field excursion I organized will finally be on the way to achieving the goals we had in mind when we started it.”

“Look,” spat Bonita, “the beam is definitely slicing Sue’s skin, and she isn’t screaming in pain and terror! Also, look…is that another red glow at the bottom of the debreasting port? Is Sue being lasered from both the top and bottom of her breasts?”

“Yep,” agreed Janet, “You called it Bonita! I can see the lower beam rendering breast meat now too! I didn’t see the double-cut option when I raced through the debreasting method screen during my turn inside a booth earlier tonight.”

“Oh…my!” Wanda cried excitedly, “Look at how slowly those red beams are closing together! Sue must have been true to her word and set them on dead slow. If so…she is doing very well at not issuing a lot of pleasure moans…or screams of pain and fear. That girl is showing us what it means to be brave. She has already earned my admiration!”

“And I would say,” Bonita interjected, “the admiration of the man outside her booth. He looks stunned by Sue’s courage and fortitude. I think our blonde friend is going to set the bar high for the rest of us, when it comes to showing the people here tonight what girls in our profession are all about!”

Sue gritted her teeth, and tried to hold her breathe, but she could hear a soft, hissing sound, more of a growl than a gasp or scream, and she knew it was coming from her own throat. From the moment the agony begin flowing into her brain from the top and bottoms of her tender boobs, the blonde heroine had wondered if she hadn’t made a terrible mistake. Still she knew she had to fight to maintain her dignity through a process that, once started, could never be stopped; at least not until the player’s trapped breasts had transferred ownership.

“Sue…you…are amazing!” Ted called loudly out as his eyes continuously darted from the breasts he held in his hands, still circling his thumbs around the big-titted blonde’s rock-hard nipples, to her pain-filled blue eyes. “I can’t thank you enough, girl, for giving me the chance to pop these fantastic balloons!”

“You’re…welcome…Ted,” Sue said, gasping out each word, the sound of her voice carrying a texture of pain, and, yes, pleasure, but so did it carry an incredible sense of composure, “and…thank…you…for being…the one holding…my breasts. To be quite honest…I’m glad that it is a male…that is making this happen. A man that tells tales of deliciously dangerous games…as well!” Sue was beginning to understand what Wanda had meant earlier, about pain and pleasure being carried through the same nerve bundles that delivered pleasurable sensations. She still felt the lasers burn upward and downward through her breasts, and her brain registered that her boobs were having pain inflicted on them as they were being severed from her body, but it wasn’t the mind-searing agony she felt when her breasts had been first touched. What her mind WAS registering, was the sharp upturn in the intensity of the pleasure beams bathing her sex. “Oh..UummM…ahHUH,” escaped Sue’s lips, and she blushed beet red, as she knew it was loud enough that her friends would hear the evidence of forced climax!

Ted, noticing that the lasers had burnt though all but the central two-and-a-half inches of Sue’s breasts, took his right hand off of the girl’s left breast to pull open the upper wound on her right breast. “Nice clean cut…no bleeding…Sue! If not for the pain relief the bandages provide…you wouldn’t need them.”

“Stop that…Ted…don’t be examining…your bacon…until…ALL of the air…has been let out…of my balloons…cause they aren’t YOURS…while they are still…attached to MY chest,” Sue gasped and then climaxed again. She knew Ted could tell she was teasing, not angry at him, but he still returned a hand to each quaking nipple…this time to pull outward, gently, but holding the tender turrets firmly.

“Yes…Sue,” Ted said struggling to maintain his emotions, “only a half-inch…left between…between your fantastic …knockers and…those converging lasers. Another few seconds…! Yes!” Ted proclaimed loudly over Sue’s sighs of climax, and then held the heroine’s orbs before her pleasure-filled face, “now can I say your balloons have been popped?”

“Yes, Ted, you can,” laughed Sue, a twinkle in her eyes. “Hey, girls, look!” Sue yelled pointing at the breasts in Ted’s hands. “Mission accomplished! I’ll be right out, after I’ve been bandaged,” Sue chortled, “and, oh yes, have put my bottoms back on! You were a dear, Ted, you handsome man, but why don’t you stop waving that bacon that you poached from my chest around in the air, and get it to the kitchen, where it now belongs?” Sue was then pulled from her booth by the Mohawk-haired attendant, and led back to Mr. Jennings who supervised the heroine’s bandaging. Ted just stood there stunned, staring at the retreating girl with such fantastic composure, and then back at the breasts he had just plucked from her chest!

To be continued.

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