Chapter
9.
Final Fantasy’s Nightly Lottery
“Should we go
over and wait for Sue at ‘The Wall’ door, like we did with Sharon?” Bonita
asked, her voice cracking with emotion.
She was proud of the courageous way in which their blonde friend had gone
through her debreasting, but the Latino was still
very concerned about the pain and remorse Sue might be experiencing.
“No,”
Wanda replied softly, “we met Sharon at the door to give her hugs…because we
felt sorry for her loss…and wanted her to know of our sorrow. Sue may have had her chest flattened…but in
doing so she succeeded in accomplishing what she came here to do. I think we should let Sue know how proud we
are of her…and show her that we are confident she can handle the consequences
of her actions without our worrying about her.”
“Yes,
Wanda is right, Bonita,” Janet said nodding, “we should wait here at our table
for Sue to return, and then give her high-fives all around. It will deliver the right message…that we are
jealous of her success…and can’t wait to join her in her booblessness!”
“Yes…of
course…you are both right!” Bonita agreed softly. The Latino then continuing excitedly, “Look,
‘The Wall’ door is opening! Gee, I hope
Sue remembers to put on her shorts!
Wouldn’t it just blow if…Oh! She
already has them on…I should have known not to worry.”
The
heroines waited as they watched Sue, sporting the usual circular white bandages
on her chest, approached their table carrying her bikini top in her left
hand. When Sue reached the table, they
all high-fived her right hand as Janet had suggested, with Wanda shouting, “You
did it…we’re on the board!” Janet
proclaimed, “You go girl…you did it first!”
Finally, Bonita exclaimed, “YES! You succeeded, and did yourself proud
in the matter you went about it.”
Finally, they all sat and waited for Sue to start telling them about her
experience in the booth.
Sue
took a big bite from her still untouched second tomato and cucumber sandwich,
chewed, and then washed it down with a long drink from her Lactic Blaster,
before finally speaking. She chortled,
“Okay, this is just plain weird, but I’m having a difficult time trying to
decide what to do with this,” Sue held up her bikini top. “Do I put it on over the bandages,
simply carry it around with me until we get home, or should I have left it on
the floor of the Game room?”
Wanda,
who could see that Sue wasn’t joking about her dilemma, laughed, before
suggesting, “You could put your top over there in the trash bin,” Wanda nodded
and then winked to a container a few tables away, “where I noticed someone left
a pair of shorts. You definitely
shouldn’t cover up those badges of honor.”
Sue
looked horrified; obviously the clothing must have been newly purchased. Janet decided to point out the obvious, as
she whispered, “Look, Sue, no girl from this time would be worrying about form
fitting tops after what you’ve made happen.
It could tip off the locals that we aren’t just from the country
visiting our city friend, here.” Janet
nodded to Wanda before pointing out, “Speaking of Wanda, you might also want to
keep in mind that, while she might have had the biggest bustline
at this table pre-Riddler, post-Riddler
her bustline swelled visibly. You’re probably going to have an excuse to do
lots of shopping when we get back home…just like any other girl who got their
balloons popped here tonight.”
“YES! Shopping!” Bonita
quipped, “Now that’s worth the experience all by itself. However, speaking of the experience…what was
it like? We’re you not frightened? Was it very painful? What were you and that man from the reserved
table talking about? Do the bandages
take away the pain, as they appear to, or do you still hurt? Is it hard to keep your balance after that
drastic weight change up front? What…?” Bonita looked around the table to see her
friends chuckling loudly, and then realized they were laughing at her barrage
of questions. “Sorry, Sue, but you know
me…always curious,” she apologized, before insisting, “but give it up…we want
to hear every detail.”
“OHHhh! All right, Bonita!” Sue
giggled, “It’s not like I expected you to wait until I finished my sandwich,
before I started spouting all of the gory details. But you’re going get the story between bites,
so this may take some time. Okay,
first…yes I was frightened…sometimes terrified…but I was able find moments when
the fear was gone as I listened to Ted and his stories of Club X. Then I was terrified again when Ted reached
for my button; the fear then remained with me until the lasers’ first bites
into my flesh. Then the experience
became about pain, and how best to cope with it!”
“From
here at our table, it appeared that you dealt with the pain and fear quite
well, Sue,” Wanda said softly, obvious pride at her friend’s performance in her
voice. “The pain must have been
extreme…how did you ever keep from screaming?
I must also say that you dealt with the orgasmatron
beams quite well…a few obvious forced climaxes…but mostly you were able to keep
your composure and fight off the effects of the pleasure beam.”
“Well,
Wanda, when the lasers first started searing into my breasts, there was a long
minute when I believed I had made a serious mistake, for the pain was
excruciating,” Sue admitted softly, obviously shaken as she relived the
unpleasant moment, “but as I concentrated first on the Club X games being
described to me by Ted, and later on the pleasure being beamed into my sex,
things slowly changed. As you had
predicted, the pleasure and pain signals running through my nervous system
became mixed, mitigating both sensations I think. So I just tried to focus on the pleasure and
hold on.” Sue blushed before continuing,
“However, it would be unfair for you to blame several of my…well…yes…orgasms…on
the pleasure beams. Frankly, Ted’s
words…the games he described…are what sent me over the edge!”
“Okay,”
spat Janet, with obvious interest, “you’ve answered the first two of Bonita’s
rapid-fire questions, and ‘Ted’ has turned up in each answer. Who is he, and what is this about Club X and
the games played there that distracted your attention from, first, your fear as
you realized your balloons might soon be popped, and, second, the pain that
accompanied your double-cut debreasting?”
As
Sue finished chewing another bite of sandwich, in preparation of answering
Janet’s question, Sally arrived at their table.
“Hi girls,” Sally said pleasantly, “our nightly lottery will soon be
held, so I need to place one of these on every breasted customer.” Sally held up what was obviously a nipple
clip with two disks on it, each disk having the same number, a number unique to
each clip, and then pressed open the clip’s jaws and attached it to Bonita’s
right nipple over her bikini cloth.
“Owe!”
Bonita exclaimed before asking frantically, “This thing hurts! What is it for? Do I have to leave it clamped onto my nipple?”
As
Sally placed another nipple clip with another pair of differently numbered
disks on Wanda’s right nipple, she politely answered Bonita’s questions,
“Sorry, Miss Bonita, the pain from the pinch will quickly dull. Most girls quickly forget their wearing the
clip. However, yes, you need to leave it
where it is until the lottery drawing is over.
When I’m finished with your table, you remove one of the disks and place
it in the open slot of one of those two containers atop the bar. The green bin means you have agreed to enter
the lottery; the red container is for the disks of those who are declining
entering the lottery.” Sally nodded to
the bar, upon which two cubic bins rested.
Wanda,
as she finished tugging on her own new nipple jewelry, asked quickly, “Why
don’t you explain what the lottery is for?
Sorry, Sally, my friends are from the country and I want to make sure
they understand the ramifications of entering the lottery.”
Sally,
as she placed a clip on Janet’s right nipple, pleasantly replied, “Well, Miss
Wanda, we draw a nightly lottery for volunteers to be spitted and
barbecued. Because Aimee, who should be
nearly done roasting and about ready to be carved, has already been sent to the
coals, we are only drawing one number tonight instead of two. If you are willing to chance riding a
Jessica, put one of your disks in the green container, and if your number comes
up, well, Mr. Jennings will appreciate your meat’s contribution to his profit
margin. If you are willing to risk the
lottery and your number isn’t drawn, this night’s drinks are on the house. If you don’t want to participate, and that is
up to your own discretion, put your disk in the red container; the disks there
are used to verify your intent not to participate in the event of any
confusion. Please keep control of your
own disk at all times until you’ve put it into one of the sealed containers;
we’ve had girls claim their tablemates pilfered their disks and entered them in
the lottery without their consent. Final
Fantasy is not responsible for such situations, and the number drawn from the
green container will be accepted as a consensual conversion regardless of such
claims.”
As
Janet tweaked her own right nipple, trying to get used to the clips bite, Sally
turned to Sue and explained in the sweetest of tones, “Sorry, Miss Sue, only
breasted women may participate in the lottery.
Mr. Jennings’ rule, which is why Tammy is in the kitchen waiting to be
live butchered, rather than out over the coals after a ride on Jessica. However, I do want to tell you how much I
admire the way you handled your debreasting. One day, when I’ve finally found myself on
potential menu item duty when the booths are all empty, I hope I can exhibit
such composure after my debreast button has been
pushed.”
“That’s
all right, Sally,” Sue said with a twinkle in her blue eyes, “I wouldn’t have
chosen to enter the lottery anyhow.
Those Jessica machines scare the hell out of me. However, thank you for the compliment. I’m quite sure you also will do yourself
proud if the day comes that you are ordered into one of the booths as a
potential volunteer in the game.”
“I
hope so, Sue,” Sally replied with a smile before frowning, “of course, I need
to get through this lottery first or I’ll never have to play the game. As the waitress on potential menu item duty,
I’m automatically entered into the lottery!
Well, nice talking to you ladies, but I need to move on. There are still a lot of right nipples in my
area of the room waiting for nipple clips!”
As
Sally moved on to the next table, Janet shook her head and quipped wryly, “They
actually expect girls here to volunteer for a chance at death by impalement and
roasting? Jeese! Well, my disk is going in the red bin. I’m not going to get killed before I have my
boobs knocked off!” This brought a loud
laugh from all four heroines. “Okay Sue, let’s get back to your recalling of
your bust getting busted. You were just
about to tell us about Ted, and the things he was telling you to keep your mind
off your tits…before they got poached and deposited in the kitchen,” Janet
prodded with a gleam in her eyes.
Sue
quickly took another bite of her sandwich and chewed, and then a gulp of Lactic
Blaster to wash the food down. Then she
grinned at her friends, who all looked very impatient. “I’m sorry,” Sue chortled, “you girls weren’t
waiting on me, were you? Let’s see…Ted…a
most interesting man…who I believe could read my every emotion as if they were
written on the wall. He was polite to me
the entire time we talked. He even
offered to turn my breasts over to that thin girl who was just about to feel me
up when he cut in. A handsome man he
is…but his most charming attribute was his ability to tell stories of what goes
on at Club X…and just the right story at just the right time.”
“Ted
is the fair-haired man at the reserved table, right?” Bonita asked as she
stared at the table near the dance floor, paying no attention at all to the two
sets of breasts protruding from the wall at the back of the dance floor. “Which of the papered women is his wife?”
“The
blonde,” Sue whispered. “He said he has
a thing about blondes, and he kept telling me how fantastic my breasts are…I
mean were!”
“Okay…okay…enough
of your bragging about being the first to get your balloons popped,” chortled
Wanda. “Get back to these stories of
Club X that you evidently found so fascinating.”
“Okay,”
Sue said with a loud laugh before whispering, “how would you like to take part
in a game of darts, where your breasts are protruding through holes in the dart
board and used as the targets? How would
it be to play this game of ‘Darts’ knowing that the girl that gets the most
hits scored on her mammaries will have them thrust
atop a butcher’s cutting board and slowly lopped off by whichever man had the
best throws of the night?”
“Ouchies!” Bonita spat, and then
cupped her breasts, one in each hand, “but at least if we played such a game, I
would have the advantage over the three of you…I mean when Sue still had or has
boobies. My targets are smaller, and
should get fewer hits!”
“Yes,”
Wanda agreed, with a gleam in her eyes, “and maybe my knockers are large enough
to be intimidating and therefore cause some misses. I think, of the four of us, Janet will get
the most hits, most of the time, in a game like that!”
“Don’t
be mean, Wanda,” Janet replied with a broad smile on her face, “besides, if you
look around the room, you’ll notice that they seem to grow big balloons as a
rule in this century. My money would be
on you or Sue to end up with your boobs pillowed on the cutting board. Hypothetically, of course! A great game, Sue, did he tell you of others?”
Sue
nodded, glanced over to look at Ted talking to first to Mr. Roberts and then
the two wives, and replied softly, “How about ‘Truth or Dare’, where, if you
take the dare and fail, the consequences are most interesting. The dare Ted used as an example was candle
flames on nipples without making a sound.
You are a pain slut, Janet. How
long would you claim to be able to withstand your nipples being roasted in a
candle flame?”
Janet
laughed, “Okay…I earned that title.
Knowing we have our special medical equipment back home, I could
probably pick a big number. However, for
the sake of this example, I’ll say 30 seconds…long enough to cause some serious
pain.”
Sue
nodded and grinned, “After making that bold claim, one of the men would most
certainly make you prove the truth of it.
You would be then strapped into restraining frame and the candles placed
so that the flames were centered on your tender nipples. If you then uttered a sound, a candle flame
would be placed between your legs, the flame centered on your clitoris, where
it would remain for the duration of your 30 second claim!”
Wanda
moaned loudly, and then chortled, “Oh God!
What a thought! That story was
what made you climax the first time wasn’t it, Sue? The one you let loose before the orgasmatron was activated.”
“Yes,
Wanda,” Sue admitted with a smile, “I told you not to blame all of my forced
orgasms on the pleasure beam. The
thought of a hot flame on my sexual center just drove me over the edge.” Sue then nodded towards the reserve table,
which she had been watching for the last few minutes, and whispered, “Look, the
wives are pulling down the tops of their evening gowns so that they can get
their nipples clipped. I guess their
husbands didn’t vouch safe them from the routine here.” In the background, the orgasmatron
induced sighs of the two booth contestants could be heard as they entered their
final minute in the game.
Soon Sally had arrived at the
reserved table, placed a nipple clip at the tip of the right breast of each
papered woman, and then walked to ‘The Wall’ door where she waited until the
two contestants exited, wearing their bottoms, to receive their own nipple
clips. “Look,” Bonita whispered
excitedly. “The two wives have removed
one of their numbered disks from their nipple clips…oh my God…their giving them
to Mr. Roberts!” The heroines then
watched as Mr. Roberts walked over, past a long line of women waiting to
deposit disks in the red bin, and deposited the papered women’s disks in the
green container—the wives had been entered into the lottery!
“Well,
it looks like Sharon had the Club Xer’s routine
pretty much pegged,” Janet wryly observed, “except the part about waiting until
after the lottery to poach breasts from the debreasting
portals. Yes, I was listening to what
Sharon told you. Maybe Ted just found
Sue’s set irresistible.”
“Ted
said they were fantastic, not irresistible,” Sue corrected, blushing beet
red. “Don’t you think you three better
get in line so you can deposit your disks in the red bin. That line isn’t going to get shorter anytime
soon. When you get back, I’ll tell you
about the other games Ted described.” In
truth, Sue had decided she could use a short break from being the center of
attention at the heroines’ table.
Wanda
nodded, and quickly agreed, “Sue’s right!
Let’s go, girls.”
Bonita
remained sitting, seemingly in deep thought, as Wanda and Janet started towards
the line and then stopped to wait for her.
“You two go ahead, Janet and Wanda,” Bonita said softly when she
realized her friends were impatiently looking at her. “I’m going to hit the ladies room before I
get in line. Too many Lactic Blasters I
guess. Don’t tell anymore stories until
I get back, please, Sue.”
Bonita
watched her friends reach the back of the red-bin line before making her way to
the unisex bathroom in the west corner of the north wall. A while later, Bonita rejoined her friends,
only a minute after her teammates had rejoined Sue. “Okay, my disk is deposited,” Bonita said
softly, before continuing in a more exciting tone, “so, what about those other
games Ted told you about, Sue?”
“Okay,” Sue quipped, “you gals are
without patience…you just have to hear about more sadistically sexy games. Well, by now my kill button had been pushed,
so Ted told me about games they sometimes play at Club X that don’t necessarily
require breasts. The first one he called
‘Spin the Bottle’, where three dice are rolled, the
summed number providing a duration in minutes.
Then, one of eight girls, standing on tippy toes at the end of a plank
with a tight thick noose around her neck, gets randomly chosen. The plank drops out from under her, and she
hangs by her neck, for the duration determined by the dice, dancing on air.”
Wanda
laughed, and then proclaimed, “Now there is a fantasy that men and women alike
can agree on thanks to Jane Fonda and Cat Ballou! Janet, do you remember the time Arcade had
captured the Avengers and he had you and me take turns dangling from the end of
a rope…?”
Janet almost choked on
the drink of Lactic Blaster she was in the process of swallowing. The plucky heroine chuckled before replying
gleefully, “Yes, in Arcade’s ‘Hangman’ game, we had to take turns air dancing
while the other performed fellatio on men from the audience. The duration one of us danced was, naturally,
determined by the other’s skill at using her mouth…for something other than
speaking.”
“Not
to mention, her ability to remember to swallow!” Wanda chimed in. “I almost bought the farm with your first
bloke, when you spit out his sperm, earning me an additional one-minute penalty
period dangling from that rope.”
“Come
now, Wanda,” Janet chided, “we both know you were
still plenty strong at the end of that dance.
Besides, if you must know the truth of it, I spit on purpose. A girl can’t look wholesome enough with a
stranger’s penis in her mouth during a live worldwide television
broadcast. My spitting was good for our
image. In the end, we beat old Arcade at
that game of his.”
“Yes!”
Wanda proclaimed. “I’ve finally got you
to admit what I suspected all along!
Your right, though, it was good for our image, and we did end up
outlasting Arcade in his game. Not until
we were successfully performing fellatio on three guys in a row while the other
air danced through it, though. It’s a
good thing we are heroines, and get regular practice with strange men’s members
in our mouths; that is the first advantage most villains take of us once we’ve
been captured! Yes, Arcade was forced to
give up and move us into his next game…and why was that girls?”
All
four heroines whispered gleefully in unison, “Because we are heroines, and that
makes us pain sluts and sex whores!”
This brought laughter from all four heroines.
“Don’t
let these two interrupt your recounting of your game, Sue,” Bonita said with
mock anger at Wanda and Janet.
“Listening to them, you would think they’ve been in every possible
perilous situation! Did Ted tell you
about any other games?”
“Yes, Bonita, just one more,” Sue said
softly. “Ted called it ‘Heads or
Tails’. Two women are strapped into a
guillotine with orgasm detecting vibrators turned on in their vaginas. The first girl who
allows herself to climax, gets beheaded.
That was my least favorite of the Club X games, but seeing as how the orgasmaton beam was working on my sex, and my breasts were
locked into position and waiting for the chop, it still made me climax.”
“Good
Lord!” spat Janet. “These Club Xers must have found Arcade’s playbook. That was the next game he put Wanda and I in
after ‘Hangman’! It even had the same
name, though he used rape machines rather than vibrators. Fortunately, Iron Man showed up and smashed
the guillotine blades from their cross bars with his repulsor
beams just before Wanda climaxed.
Otherwise she would never have had her misadventure with Kang earlier in
this century that gave her the idea for our girls’ night out.”
“What do you
mean…before I climaxed?” Wanda chortled.
“I could tell from the moans you were making that you were on the edge of
a forced orgasm yourself, Janet!”
“It
doesn’t matter which of you would have climaxed first, Wanda,” Bonita
spat. “What matters is that, because of
Iron Man, you both kept your heads and are here now. What about the bandage, Sue?”
“I
don’t feel any pain at all, Bonita,” answered Sue with a genuine smile. “I’m
not numb, and I can tell I’m missing parts that should be there but
aren’t. No pain, though. Before you ask, yes I can tell my center of
gravity has changed, but it is no more difficult to deal with than switching
from flat shoes to high heels. Oh,
look! There is Mr. Jennings, and Sally
is walking out to meet him. The lottery
must be about to begin.”
“Okay
ladies, it is time for our nightly lottery,” Bill Jennings called out loudly so
the entire room could hear. “I know we
have new faces tonight, so I’m going to go over the rules before we begin. Each if you breasted women has been given
disks. One of those disks should still
be hanging from your nipple clip, where everyone can read the number, and the
other should be in either the red bin or the green bin. Those of you with your disk in the red bin
are not part of this lottery, along with the breastless
women and gentlemen.”
“Sally,
could you bring over the green bin, please, and the drawing barrel.” Sally quickly raced over to pick up the green
box, and a tall metal frame with a rotatable mixing can atop it, and returned
them to Mr. Jennings location before ‘The Wall’ door. Bill Jennings shook the green bin, and then
looked up with a smile, “Well folks, it looks like we got quite a few entries
for tonight’s lottery. Okay, first
things first…note that the green bin has the label ‘green’ on it…so no changing
your mind and claiming you were color blind.”
“Back
to the rules then,” the owner of Final Fantasy continued, “nine disks are going
to be randomly withdrawn from the green bin and placed in the drawing barrel,
joining the first disk in the drawing barrel, Sally’s, as she is on potential
menu item duty for Final Fantasy. Your
disk please, Sally.”
“Yes,
Mr. Jennings,” Sally replied, “here it is, number 3.” Sally quickly removed one
of her disks from the nipple clip she had placed on her own right nipple
earlier and handed it to her boss. Mr.
Jennings then opened the hatch to the drawing barrel and placed Sally’s disk
inside it.
“Thank
you, my dear, and don’t be nervous,” Bill Jennings urged. “I know it is your fist time in our
lottery. Just remember, there is only
one chance in ten that your disk will be pulled. We are only pulling one number tonight,
instead of the usual two, as I already have one volunteer roaster on a
spit. As you already are nude, go ahead
and take your position five feet away from the wall, just on the other side of
the Jessica machine.”
“Yes,
Mr. Jennings,” Sally replied, and took the assigned position. She was as nervous as she looked, but this
was part of her job.
“Now,”
Bill Jennings continued calmly, “I’m going to draw the other nine numbers from
the green bin, one at a time. If your
number is called, remove your clothing and leave them at your table with your
friends, and then come down and join Sally to form a line parallel to the
wall. I want everyone who put their disk
in the green bin to look down at the number on your nipple clip so that you’ll
be sure to know it if it is called. That
will keep things moving along at a nice pace.”
Mr. Jennings decided it would be appropriate to pause for a minute.
Back
at the heroines’ table, three sets of eyes widened as they watched Bonita lift
up her disk to read her number.
“Bonita!” shrilled Wanda, “you didn’t!
You’re just faking us out…right?”
“Actually,
Wanda…Janet…Sue…,” Bonita stammered, “I did!
I decided I couldn’t bring myself to go into one of the debreasting booths, and as we have no credits…well this
seemed the best way out for me.
Sorry! I didn’t dare tell you my
plan!”
“Bonita,
you sweet but silly girl,” Sue said softly in a quivering voice, “you are
risking your life. Janet’s husband’s
medical equipment won’t be able to help you if you get spitted, cooked,
butchered, and finally eaten!”
“I
know that, Sue,” Bonita retorted. “Look,
my disk might not even get pulled from the green bin. Even if it is there is only one chance in ten
my disk will be chosen from the drawing barrel.
Your worries…for me…and anger…at my choice…might be for nothing.”
“There
is another reason for your doing this, isn’t there, Bonita?” Janet said, asking
the question all four heroines knew the answer to. “You are fascinated with the idea of riding
on Jessica’s back, aren’t you? Even
though you know the machine will kill you!”
“Yes…Janet,”
Bonita admitted with embarrassment, “so if by chance…I get chosen…don’t feel sorry…or be angry…with me. Please…support my choice. It was mine…to make.”
“We
have no choice but to support you and your choice now,” Wanda said softly,
concern in her voice. “Let me see,” the
big breasted heroine reached over to get a better look at Bonita’s disk,
“146…that’s the number we don’t want to hear called!”
“Okay,”
Bill Jennings yelled loudly to get the buzzing room’s attention, “let’s get
started at drawing the nine numbers.” He
reached into the green bin, pulled the first disk and read, “43!”
“Oh
my God!” screamed a short blonde with mid-length hair from the middle of the
room. “That’s me! I can’t believe I got
picked!” She quickly shed her denim
shorts and half vest before racing down to join Sally in the lineup as Mr.
Jennings placed her disk in the drawing barrel.
“Okay,
the next number is 133” the nightclub owner announced, after reaching into the
green bin and reading the number on the disk he had withdrawn.
“That’s
me!” someone yelled from the back of the room near the entrance way to Final
Fantasy. A minute later, a tall black
girl with huge breasts joined the nude lineup as her disk also went into the
barrel.
Bill
Jennings quickly pulled out another disk, looked at it, and announced, “This
lucky number is 76.”
Mr.
Roberts’ redheaded wife at the reserved table gasped loudly in fear and surprise,
bringing a look of disappointment to her husband’s face. Realizing that she was embarrassing her
husband, the women quickly announced, “Right here,” and struggled to get out of
her evening gown and underclothes as quickly as possible. Soon she was the forth girl in the lineup as
a forth disk entered the barrel.
Quickly
pulling another disk from the bin and checking the number, Mr. Jennings called
out, “14!”
“Bingo!”
a girl cried out from the central west wall area, bringing a laugh from the audience. Soon a short, thin oriental girl sans
clothing joined the lineup.
“Well,
not much meat on this one!” Bill Jennings quipped as he deposited the disk in
the big can. “If 14 gets
pulled, we may have to take pick two disks for volunteers for a ride on a
Jessica like we normally do!” The
audience laughed, but the girls in the lineup looked horrified. “Sorry!
Just kidding, girls, and number 14, you should know that many chefs
believe a lean sow makes for better meat.
No offense was intended. Now,
back to the lottery,” the nightclub owner reached into the green bin, drew
another disk, looked at its number, and announced, “99, where’s the lucky lady?”
“Right
here, Mr. Jennings, Sir,” a gorgeous redhead seated at the table next to the
heroines’ called out, “I’ll be right there, Sir!” The girl then doffed her gym shorts and
athletic bra and took the sixth position in the lineup as her disk was secured.
“Oh
my, what a polite little girl,” Bill Jennings chuckled. “Maybe her drawing disk will take the hint
and be polite enough to hide at the bottom of the barrel after being turned a
few times,” the owner earned another round of laughter from the audience. He then reached into the green barrel, drew
another disk, and announced, “The girl who be getting position seven in our
lineup is wearing number 146. Come on
down!”
“That’s
me!” Bonita yelled loudly. “I won a spot
in the next round of the lottery.
Wow! This is the first raffle I
ever won something at!” The Latino heroine was so genuinely excited, that she
didn’t notice the surprise and horror on her friends faces as she quickly
removed her nipple clip, stripped off her red-trimmed yellow bikini, placed the
clothing on her chair, replaced her nipple clip on her now bare nipple, and
raced to her position as the seventh girl in the lottery.
“Yes,
young Lady,” the Master of Ceremonies, chortled, “it is obvious to everyone
that you are either telling the truth and never expected to get your disk
picked, or that you had not intended on placing your chip in the green bin when
you got here.” Mr. Jennings winked as he
nodded at Bonita’s dark curly landing strip, before carefully staring at each
other girl’s cleanly shaven fillet, one at a time. Except for one table, the crowd roared. “In the old days, right about now I would be calling back to the kitchen for them the get a
blow torch ready. However, you’re in
luck…Bonita isn’t it…we do have a straight razor, some shaving cream, and some
waitresses that know how to put a sharp edge to good use with nary a
nick.” Noticing, Bonita’s reddened face,
the nightclub owner quickly quipped, “Just teasing, young lady, everyone knows
that you girls from the country don’t always keep up with our city slicker
trends.” Bill Jennings quickly dropped
Bonita’s disk into the drawing barrel, reached into the green bin, and read
another number, “Lucky 11! Who has the
lucky number?”
“I
do! I do,” a girl called out from the middle of the room. Soon the chubby girl who had considered taking
Janet’s set was standing in position 8 and her disk safely canned.
Mr.
Jennings paused for a moment, obviously considering a weight related joke, but
thought the better of it and drew another disk.
He announced, “The next to the last candidate for a ride on Jessica, is
wearing 66. Where are you 66?”
“Oh,
SHIT! That’s me!” Ted’s wife, Doris,
cried at the reserved table. As she
removed her evening gown and underwear as quickly as possible, the heroines
heard the blonde softly point out, “It looks like there is a twenty percent
chance that you two might be going home one wife short.” Both men could be seen whispering to Doris,
obviously telling her not to worry.
Mr. Jennings waited for the blonde to take
her position before securing her token and pulling the final disk from the
green bin. He looked at it and then
called out, “Number 83. Who gets the
final position in this delightful and mouthwatering lineup?”
“Yo! That’d be me,” a very fit black girl replied as she
stripped off her loose halfshirt and shorts. She quickly joined the lineup in the final
position, as Bill Jennings placed her disk in the drawing barrel.
“Okay,
listen up, folks,” Bill Jennings called out over the now chattering room,
“before I draw one of the ten disks for a second and final time, this time from
the drawing barrel, I want to make some things clear and go over some
rules. I know some you saw a girl ride a
Jessica earlier tonight…and I just want you all to know the lottery winner’s
ride will be held with much more decorum.
There won’t be any taunting of the sow as she is turned into meat. The Jessica’s spit propeller will be set at
its standard speed; the speed designed to cause the least pain and least damage
to the sow being impaled. The Jessica
will be equipped with an orgasmatron beam which will
be activated the instant the spit touches flesh; like the debreasting
booths, we want to reward the risk taker.
We will be using the auto-gutter and disposal chute, and, after that’s
taken care of, we will be filling the abdominal cavity with stuffing, because
it will cause the meat to taste better, and allows the live roasting to be over
in a shorter period. Finally, the
automatic throat cutter will be attached to the front of the Jessica, available
for the selected sow to activate if she so chooses after she has been spitted
and filled with stuffing.” There were
scattered boo’s around the room, but the owner quickly quieted them with a loud
yell, “Hey! I like a nice long horizontal pole dance as much as any of
you. However, this is a voluntary
lottery, and if you want to keep these girls volunteering, you need to give
them the option of squirming in the flames, smelling how good their flesh
smells, or checking out shortly after being pronounced meat. You girls keep in mind that, if Final Fantasy
doesn’t get risk takers volunteering for our barbecue lottery, we start
randomly picking un-papered girls and forcing them to serve YOUR needs and
secure my profit margin!” The room
quickly hushed.
“Okay
let’s find out who the winner is!” Bill Jennings called out as he slowly used a
handle at one end of the drawing barrel to rotate it and mix the disks. Wanda, Janet, and Sue, watched the barrel
turn with their eyes riveted on it, holding their breaths the entire time. Then the owner of the Final Fantasy stopped
the mixing, opened the lid in the can, and without looking, drew a disk. Staring straight at the heroines’ table, he
slowly moved the hand holding the disk in front of his face, the disk between
his thumb and forefinger so anyone close could read the number on the other
side. Bonita heard her friends gasp
loudly in horror, and knew the number was hers, even before Mr. Jennings
announced, “Let’s everyone give a big hand for number 146, Bonita Jaurez! Be sure to
thank her for her generous donation!”
Chapter 10.
Mr. Roberts Makes A Decision
Sally quickly
led Bonita over to Mr. Jennings, who patted the shaking girl on her shoulder,
and whispered, “Don’t worry. It isn’t
going to happen right now.” Then he
called out to the rest of the room, “Okay, we now take our usual thirty minute
break. But first I need as usual to
explain the rules to our new sow,” Mr. Jennings said calmly, and then looked
into Bonita’s eyes. “You may go back to
your table and talk to your friends while final preparations are made with
Jessica and yourself, but you may not leave Final Fantasy or try to play the
game on either side of the wall. If you
do, your entire table will ride a Jessica as well as yourself. Have a drink or four…they are on the house
now!” Mr. Jennings then turned back to
the room and called out, “For the rest of you, you should keep in mind that
there is plenty of time to play the booth game…several rounds in fact…and I
have five empty booths! Where’s that gambling
spirit we all love to see! Have
fun!” Bill Jennings quickly went back to
his office; there was one aspect of his research that he hadn’t yet fully
verified.
A few seconds later, Bonita was
back at her table receiving hugs from her three obviously unhappy friends. “Thanks, girls,” Bonita said softly, “the
hugs are nice…but some smiles…would be even nicer.”
“Bonita,”
Sue whispered, “It’s a little hard to smile when one of our friends has just
been handed a death sentence. What do we
do, Wanda…Janet? Fight our way out of
here? Even without our powers, I would
say we have a pretty good chance of escaping.
We’ve all received extensive training in hand-to-hand combat. I don’t see anyone carrying weapons!”
Wanda
nodded with a frown on her face, “I’m pretty sure we could extract ourselves
from Final Fantasy. Heck, everyone would
likely be so stunned that someone would even try to escape their fate, that
there might not even be an altercation.
No doubt the authorities would be notified, however, and I doubt we will
make it back to our time-ship without a confrontation with the law.”
“Well,
as long as the energy field that dampens our superpowers is restricted to this
building, rather than the entire city, the authorities shouldn’t be much of a
problem either” Janet pointed out. “Sue
can just make us invisible, and if they have heat detectors, can surround us
with a force shield instead. We likely
wouldn’t even have to hurt anyone in the…”
“What in the world are you three
thinking?” Bonita interrupted excitedly.
“We are superheroines! We uphold the law…not break it…and in my
mind…it shouldn’t matter whether they are 21st Century laws or 41st
Century laws. I knew the risk when I
entered the lottery here, the same as Janet and Sue knew the risks when they
played the game on the booth side of ‘The Wall’. Wanda said earlier that the rest of the
heroines would not interfere if one of us got trapped on a Jessica. You three should stick with that plan!”
“You
mean…we should let you be murdered?” Sue asked in astonishment. She didn’t understand how Bonita could equate
allowing oneself to be debreasted, and temporarily at
that, to being impaled and roasted to death.
“No!”
spat Janet. “Actually, she means we
should let her commit suicide. Time for
the brutal truth, isn’t it, Bonita? You
entered the lottery because you were afraid you couldn’t resist climbing on a
Jessica before we left here, anyhow.
This way…well at least there is some ceremonial purpose…to
your…death! Not some…stupid girl…who
couldn’t resist…the psychological urges…of a high-tech…fuck machine!”
“Yes,”
whispered Bonita in a quivering voice as she looked at each of her friends in
turn with tear-filled brown eyes, “although I swear I didn’t realize it at the
time, most of what Janet suggests is likely true. You don’t have to…be so…mean…about
it…though…Janet!”
“Alright,
everyone,” Wanda interjected softly, “let’s all calm down! I’m responsible for this field trip, and if
Bonita goes through with this, her death will rest on my shoulders…and
Bonita’s…not yours Janet…and not yours Sue!
Do you really want us to stand aside, and let you go through with this
just as if you were any other girl from this time and place, Bonita? Knowing that you will never see home again?”
“Yes,”
Bonita hissed softly as she rubbed the tears from her eyes, “I…do! If you…really care for me…you will promise…to
support…my decision…and not…interfere.
More importantly…I want…you to promise…not to let this…interfere…with
your own…plans. I want you to…go
through…with your…debreastings! PROMISE…please!”
“Very
well…I promise…not to interfere…and to take a turn in the booth…maybe during
this break,” Wanda said with a pallid face sporting a weak smile.
“I
also promise not to interfere…even though I’ll always wish I had,” Sue said
softly still frowning.
“I
too agree,” Janet said with sadness in her voice, “and yes, I’ll take another
turn at trying to get my puppies knocked off.
Thank you for being honest, Bonita, and I’m
sorry if I hurt your feelings. Let’s
have another round of hugs!”
“Thank
you all!” Bonita said smiling as she accepted another hug from each of her
friends. “I’m glad we got that settled,
because Sally has been standing over there with the straight razor waiting for
us to stop arguing!” Still standing
after the hugs, Bonita quickly waved at Sally, who rushed over to the heroines’
table with a tray containing four Lactic Blasters, a small bowl with shaving
cream, and a small straight razor.
“How
are you doing, Miss Bonita?” Sally asked as she distributed the drinks to the
sound of moans from the five booths that had been filled immediately after the
lottery. “Are you very afraid?”
“I’m
a little afraid,” Bonita said as she nodded.
“Thanks for asking, and thanks for thinking of the drinks!”
“My pleasure!” Sally said sweetly. “Now, shall we get that fillet of yours
tidied up?” Sally asked as she was already on her knees applying the shaving
cream to Bonita’s landing strip with a small brush as the girl’s friends looked
on with interest.
Bonita
blushed as she realized her friends were about to watch her get her pubic mound
shaved, and then smiled as she found a distraction, “Look, the men at the
reserved table have noticed that there are exactly four girls ready to enter the
game room when the current five players finish their final minute, and they are
about to activate their random generator.
Sharon did know their routine!”
Three
of the heroines quickly gave the reserved table their full attention, while
Bonita divided her attention between the straight razor in Sally’s right hand
above her sex and the men and their papered wives. Mr. Roberts and Ted sat across from each
other and both had their hands stretched out to the small domed device with a
button on each side; the device had colored plastic arrows with some sort of
lighting mechanism inside at right angles from the buttons and pointed at the
papered women who sat across from each other.
“Look,” Janet said excitedly, “Mr. Roberts tapped the button on his side
of the device…and the arrow lights on each side of the device are blinking on
and off, alternating sides.”
“Yes!”
Sue proclaimed “But now the blinking has stopped and the lighted arrow is
pointing at the redhead, Mr. Roberts’ wife.
It looks like Ted’s wife, Doris, doesn’t have to risk her breasts
tonight.”
“Thanks,
Sally,” said Bonita as the waitress finished shaving her. “The moans have stopped, so the booths will
come open soon. Wanda could always cut
in and save Mr. Roberts’ wife from a booth stay…at least for the moment.”
Sally quickly
placed the shaving equipment on the tray, along with the now empty sandwich
dishes and the previous round of Lactic Blaster glasses. She looked at Bonita and said sweetly, “Just
wave if you want another round of drinks.
I’ll keep my eyes open.” Sally
watched Bonita nod before she hurried back to the bar.
“Look, the
redhead’s dumping her clothes right there at her table,” Janet whispered, “and,
as much as I would like to see Wanda get her big balloons popped, Bonita, I
don’t think she better interfere with those men’s plans. I swear they’ve both been shooting glances
our way as it is. We don’t want to anger
someone who could order us to conversion facility.”
The redhead,
finally down to her panties, turned and headed for ‘The Wall’ door, just as it
opened and five girls, all wearing their bottoms and retaining their breasts,
exited and began moving toward their respective tables. The four girls at the
door, quickly entered the Game room, stripped and made their way toward the
booths. The papered redhead then
entered, doffed her panties, and turned to head for the last empty booth. As the heroines transferred their attention
from ‘The Wall’ door to the debreasting portals at
the back of the dance floor, four sets of boobs pushed through into their side
of the room and they could see that the final set of portals to be filled would
be booth 2’s.
“Ahhh, Wanda,” Sue suddenly whispered excitedly, “Mr.
Roberts is pointing our way. More
specifically, I think he is pointing at you!”
As she, Janet,
and Bonita, joined Sue in looking at Mr. Roberts, Wanda could see that he was
indeed pointing at her. Noting that he
had Wanda’s attention, Mr. Roberts then pointed at booth 2, nodded, first at
Wanda and then at booth 2. He then
stared back at Wanda and motioned with his right hand, forefinger extended,
across his own throat. “Oh my heck!” Wanda spat excitedly, “Mr. Roberts seems to be
offering me a chance to debreast his wife! What’s up with that?”
“Actually,
Wanda,” Janet whispered forcefully, “It seems a bit more likely that he is
ordering you to poach his wife’s boobs, not offering you a chance to have fun
on this side of the wall. The throat
slitting signal was probably meant to tell you what will happen to you if you
decline.”
“I agree with
Janet, Wanda!” Sue whispered with urgency in her voice. “Mr. Roberts was obviously not happy with his
wife losing her nerve when her number was picked in the first round of the
lottery. From what I learned from Ted,
the Club Xers demand that their
wives be willing risk takers right along with un-papered guests. This could be a divorce in the making, or
maybe he just wants to scare her and will wave you off before you hit her debreast button.
Whichever it is, seeing as a set of boobs just went through the debreasting portals at booth 2, I think you better get up
there and into position.”
Wanda, a
confused look obvious on her face, nodded to Mr. Roberts and did exactly
that. She walked quickly towards booth 2.
As Wanda finally
stepped before booth 2, she reached out and lifted the two C-cups protruding
from the debreasting portals, one in each hand, as if
to test their weight. This brought an
audible gasp of fear from the redhead, but otherwise the papered woman remained
silent. Wanda had thought Mr. Roberts’
wife had looked pretty well endowed as she had walked to the Game room, but the
heroine now realized that, while the redhead’s breasts were not small, they
were actually smaller than Janet’s C-cups; they were merely chest ornaments on
a smaller frame. Given that Janet’s band
measurement was 36 and this woman’s was likely 34, and that the circumference
around the fullest part of each girl’s pair exceeded her chest circumference
below her bust by 3 inches, Janet’s breasts actually had a larger volume, and
therefore a larger mass, given that the two girls breast shapes were
similar. “Hi in there,” Wanda said
looking into the blankness of the one-way window, “your breasts are very
nice. I hope you don’t mind if I
consider them.”
“Consider them?”
a quivering fear-filled voice asked from within booth 2. “I’m in this booth, so that means my breasts
are available for anyone to…consider.
Are you…considering…them for…conversion…to bacon?” The redhead’s voice had become quite shrill
by the time she had finished her question.
“Well, I’m
really not sure,” Wanda answered honestly in a soft, pleasant voice, “but I
suppose I might be. I have plenty of
time to decide. I’m Wanda. Do you want to tell me your name? That way we can address each other properly
as we talk.”
“Cynthia…Cynthia
Roberts,” Mrs. Roberts answered in a fear-filled voice. “I knew your name, Miss Maximoff. My husband, Tyler, and his friend, Ted
Stevens, learned it from Bill Jennings and then used it at our table. My husband and his friends seem to think
you’re pretty special, Wanda. Are you
special enough to let a girl leave a booth in the same condition she entered it? Even though the girl’s breasts are freely
offered, and her debreasting button is within easy
reach?”
“In most
instances,” Wanda said softly, her own voice now quivering with emotion, “I
would like to think I could manage to make things turn out right, Cynthia. However, in this…no I mean…at this time and
in this place…I’m not sure I understand what right is. Why would your husband and Mr. Stevens be
interested in me?”
“You mean other
than the fact that you are a very beautiful woman sitting with three other
beautiful women,” Cynthia chortled, most of the fear gone from her voice, “and
that you and your friends were able to resist poaching Sharon’s huge knockers
when you had her in one of these bacon traps when we first arrived? Well, they really didn’t say. Maybe it is just in my mind, but I sense they
find something fascinating about your table.
I’ve never seen Ted play the game so early, and never heard him dwell on
how extraordinary a pair of breasts, which he had just converted to bacon,
were.”
“Yes,” Wanda
said softly, “but I would hope that Sue’s extraordinary composure while she was
being debreasted had as much to do with Ted’s mindset
as my blonde friend’s breasts. Sue set
the bar high, for maintaining dignity while being trapped in one of those
booths, didn’t she?”
Cynthia
laughed! Then she whispered, “Advice given
in a way that it doesn’t sound like advice.
Good for you! I’ll manage
whatever you decide. It’s not like it’s
the first time my boobs have been at risk…or even my life.”
“You’re talking
about the Lottery, earlier tonight?” Wanda asked softly. She knew Cynthia was most likely referring to
Club X, but wanted the papered woman to bring it up of her own accord.
“I didn’t handle
THAT too well, did I?” Cynthia said with
obvious embarrassment. “I don’t know why
having my number drawn shook me tonight.
However, no, I was talking about our Saturday night parties at our
social club, Club X. I’ve been one dart
hit away from being debreasted three or four times
there, and handled the fear fine. Also,
Tyler has entered me in lotteries there a number of times, not to mention the
time he had me and one other girl strapped into guillotines, with the certainty
that one of us would be beheaded. Yes…I
should be able to follow your advice…and your friend Sue’s example…when the
time comes. Hell! That time has to be coming soon enough. I’m 29!
I’m surprised Tyler hasn’t already traded me in for a younger trophy
wife!”
“You don’t look
29, Cynthia,” Wanda said with encouragement, perhaps false encouragement given
the circumstances. “Your husband
probably thinks you’re still pretty nice eye candy! Do you enjoy playing those sexual games, some
of which could be fatal, at Club X, Cynthia?”
“You bet I do,
Wanda!” Cynthia giggled. “Playing those
games makes you live every moment to your fullest extent, because you realize
you may not have many moments left.
Speaking of living every moment to its fullest extent, hopefully without
sounding like I’m asking you to hit my debreast
button, don’t you think you should start playing this game in a more
conventional way? I’m already down to
five minutes, and you haven’t even got my nipples hard!”
“Oh, all right!”
Wanda laughed. “I’ll start giving those
boobies of yours a real working over, as soon as I’ve checked your debreasting options.
As one of my friends likes to say, I need to know what fun I get to put
your mammaries through before I can decide whether or
not to pop those lovely balloons.”
Back at the
heroines’ table, Janet spat excitedly, “It’s about time! Wanda’s finally checking her debreasting options with the timer already at the halfway
point.”
“Well, she seems
to be serious about playing the game now,” Bonita said with glee evident in her
voice, “Wanda has started suckling on her nipples. Do you hear?
She is managing to entice some nice, soft moans of pleasure!”
“We’re not the
only ones that heard,” Sue pointed out with a soft whisper. “Look!
Mr. Roberts has got up and is walking towards the dance floor. Maybe he will wave Wanda off and let his wife
keep her breasts after all!”
As Wanda was concentrating
of gently massaging Cynthia’s breasts, occasionally tugging lightly on her now
hardened nipples, she heard a sudden gasp of surprise from within booth 2. The heroine sensed someone standing behind
her, and began to turn to see who it was.
“No, don’t turn
around, Miss Maximoff,” Mr. Roberts commanded. “Don’t let my presence interfere with your
breast play, but do tell me what debreasting options
my wife has selected for you. Hello,
Cynthia.”
“Hi, Tyler,”
Cynthia said softly before quipping, “you’ve decided
to get right close to the action, as usual, I see. Answer my husband, Wanda. He is very much used to having things his
way.”
“Yes, of course,
Mr. and Mrs. Roberts,” Wanda answered politely.
“Cynthia has chosen the circular saw set on mid-speed. Her window, as you see, is set on one-way
transparency, and, naturally, she set ‘declit-option
no’.” Wanda returned to massaging the
breasts poking from booth 2, not quite as well as she had before, being
somewhat self-conscious about touching another woman while a man was standing
right behind her. Then she gasped in
surprise as felt her bikini top’s clasp being unhooked, and almost turned to
slap the man before she regained control of her senses as she remembered where
she was and a what a male’s rights were with respect to an un-papered girl such
as herself.
“Oh my heck!”
spat Bonita from the heroines’ table.
“Look, Mr. Roberts is removing Wanda’s top. He just dropped it to the floor!”
“Yes!” Janet
concurred shrilly, “and now he’s pawing her big boobs, one hand on each breast,
while Wanda feels up his wife’s trapped tits!
Good grief! That has to feel
weird!”
“It’s more than
that,” Sue pointed out, “I think Mr. Roberts is using Wanda’s breasts to
demonstrate what he wants her to do to his wife’s breasts. See how she seems to be mimicking his every
rub and nipple tweak!”
“That’s right,
Wanda, your fingers on the underside of her breasts while your thumbs rub her
turrets,” Tyler whispered in his sexiest voice, as he returned his own hands to
grasp the heroine’s nipples between his middle and index fingers and his
thumbs. “Now return your full attention
to her nipples, just so, and,” Wanda let out a small pain-filled gasp, “pinch
hard.” Wanda did so, eliciting a similar
gasp from Cynthia. “You’ve not had a lot
of experience, playing with another woman’s breasts, before tonight, have you,
Wanda?” Mr. Roberts asked softly as they
both went back to lifting and massaging the boobs before each of them.
“No,” Wanda
replied truthfully as her face reddened from a sudden blush, “I don’t swing
that way. I am very much a heterosexual
person. However, in the present context,
playing with a set that might soon get poached hasn’t bothered me though.”
“Good,” Tyler
whispered barely audible to Wanda with the man’s mouth against her right ear,
“then I suggest you give my wife’s teats a few more suckles before finishing
what you came here to do.” Mr. Roberts
released the big breasts in his hands, and said, “Good luck, Cynthia, my
love! I’m going to leave you in Wanda’s
very capable hands.” Tyler Roberts
walked quickly back to his table to rejoin Ted and Doris.”
A pallid Wanda
dropped her head to Cynthia’s breasts, giving each nipple a long suckle before
rising up to stare into the one-way window before her, regret obvious on her
face. “Cynthia, you should prepare
yourself for the orgasmatron beams,” Wanda warned
softly.”
“You’ve decided
to poach my tits then, Wanda?” Cynthia asked, her
voice full of fear, disappointment, and resignation.
“Yes, Cynthia, I
have,” Wanda said softly, her own gold-flecked blue eyes tearing. Wanda reached slowly up towards Cynthia’s debreast button with her right hand.
“Then do as you
must,” Cynthia rasped forlornly, “but please do it now!”
“Look!” Janet called
out, her form once again bouncing in her chair with obvious excitement. “Wanda’s about to hit…I mean…just hit Mrs.
Roberts’ debreast button.”
“Yes, you’re
right Janet,” Sue concurred. “Look,
Bonita, it’s the circular saw, rising upwards on this side of the booth.”
“Yes, and rising
at a fairly high rate of speed,” Bonita observed, and then paused in
thoughtfulness. “I wonder how Wanda
feels about being ordered to debreast Mr. Roberts’ wife? Do you think
she will be angry with Mr. Roberts?”
“Wanda won’t be
doing handstands after following such and order,” Janet spat, disgust in her
tone. “You can bet on that!”
“However,” Sue
said softly, “Wanda will get over it…she won’t even complain when she gets back
to our table. She knows, here and now, Mr.
Roberts had the right do make her do so.
Our friend will chalk it up to another ‘when in Rome’ experience, I’ll
wager.”
“Yes, of course,
Sue,” Bonita agreed, “Wanda has managed to maintain that attitude during this
entire field trip. She won’t let this
experience interfere with our girls’ night out.
Look the saw is already approaching flesh!”
Wanda listened
to Cynthia moaning behind the booth wall, as she rubbed the tender flesh of the
mammaries that she herself had just doomed. She concluded the moans were mostly due to
pleasure rather than fear, and contemplated not warning the woman of the
approaching saw blade, but changed her mind.
“In about ten seconds, Cynthia, the orgasmatron
beam setting will be stepped up quite a bit, and the pain will begin. Just concentrate on the pleasure beam.”
“Yes, Wanda, thanks!” Cynthia spat as fear welled within her
mind. “I’ll do what I’m supposed to do,
but so should you. You’re supposed to
make sure as much of me is on that side of the saw as possible. Grab my nipples and pull, you silly girl!”
Wanda quickly
did as she was told, and not a moment too soon, for the saw almost immediately
reached the bottom of Cynthia’s breasts, followed by a loud gasp filled with
pain and fear, and three loud sighs that signaled Cynthia’s first beam-induced
climax. The saw made good progress
through Mrs. Roberts’ breasts, sending a light mist of blood spraying parallel
to the spinning blade and allowing small rivulets of blood to trickle down the
front of the booth. Except for the
initial gasp and sighs, the redhead managed to keep her response to the pain
and pleasure and fear and hopelessness to low moans that told of all four
realities. “You’re doing great, Cynthia! Brave heart!
I hope I manage as well as you are!”
“Thanks!”
Cynthia gasped. “How
much longer?”
“You’re a little
over half-way through this,” Wanda said softly.
“Try to concentrate on the pleasure beams.”
“I
just…realized,” Cynthia rasped, “you said you…hope you manage…as well as
I. Does that mean…you plan on…playing
the game…on this side…of the wall?
“Yes,” Wanda
admitted, “that’s why I came here.
Actually, it’s participating on this side of the debreasting
ports that I hadn’t foreseen when we arrived at Final Fantasy.”
Cynthia laughed hoarsely,
“And here…I was…thinking you…were doing me…in hopes of…winning
Tyler’s…affection! He…won’t…wed a…breastless…woman!”
“Don’t fret
about that, Cynthia” Wanda replied in a soft quivering voice. “Tyler is handsome enough, but he is no match
for the man I have a crush on,” Wanda said softly, thinking of Steve Rogers,
who the world knew as Captain America.
“Ready yourself girl,” Wanda warned, “you’re beam setting is about ready
to shoot up as…”
As the saw
finished Cynthia’s debreasting, and her boobs became
bacon in Wanda’s hands, she sang, “OHHhhheeeee….EEEeeee…..EEeeeee!” As the powerful forced climax ended and Mrs.
Roberts waited to be pulled from booth 2 to be bandaged, Wanda heard only the
sound of deep and rapid breathing.
Cynthia had done herself proud!
Then the woman was out of the booth, with the help of the booth
assistant, and the clean-up crew was back to making Final Fantasy’s booth walls
and dance floor tidy.
Wanda turned to
the reserved table, caught Mr. Roberts’ eye, and held the breasts in her hands
towards him. He smiled, shook his head,
nodded at one of the bar’s food ordering stations, stood, and walked to ‘The
Wall’ door to wait for his wife, with Ted and Doris in tow.
Wanda walked
quickly to the food ordering station, where Sally was waiting. “Hi Sally,” Wanda said softly, some of the
shame she felt filtering through her voice, “well,
that really blew. I guess I’ve earned
the right to trade this breast bacon for four tomato and cucumber
sandwiches. Will you have them delivered
to our table, along with another round of Lactic Blasters?”
“Yes, Miss
Wanda,” Sally said politely, before gently correcting the auburn-haired
customer, “I’ll deliver the three vegetarian sandwiches and drinks to your
table myself when they are ready. Your
Latino friend will be taken to Jessica in just a few minutes.”
“OH!” Wanda said
stunned. “Yes…of course…three sandwiches
will be great!” As she turned to walk to
her table and join her friends, she watched panty-clad Cynthia, with her circular
bandages, walk towards the entrance of Final Fantasy along with Mr. Roberts,
Mr. Stevens, and, finally, Mrs. Stevens, who carried Cynthia’s clothes; they
were out of the building soon after Wanda had reached her friends. Wanda wondered if she would ever see any of
the four from the reserved table again.
Chapter11.
Bonita’s Final Fantasy
“Are you doing
okay, Wanda?” Sue asked as her friend took her seat. Sue had a reason to be concerned. Wanda didn’t seem to be aware that her bikini
top was still on the dance floor where Mr. Roberts had dropped it.
”Yes…fine,”
Wanda answered softly. “Cynthia, Mr.
Roberts’ wife, handled her debreasting quite well,
didn’t she?”
“Yes, she did!”
Bonita said enthusiastically. “You two
seemed to talk for quite some time before you even seemed to consider her debreasting options.
And then, Mr. Roberts walked out to join you. From our vantage point, it was a most unusual
scene. What was said? What did it feel like to have a man’s hands
on your breasts while yours were on those of the woman’s that you would soon
poach? Sorry…just curious…as always!”
Janet grinned at
Bonita and giggled, before grabbing Wanda’s right hand and imploring, “Take a
deep drink of Lactic Blaster and formulate some answers to our Latino friend’s
questions, but wait until I get back. I
think I better fetch something before it disappears.” Janet quickly walked out to the dance floor
and picked up Wanda’s bikini top, and then returned to hand the clothing to her
big breasted friend.
“OH! Good Lord!” Wanda exclaimed, “I hadn’t
realized…I feel so…”
“That’s okay,
Wanda,” Sue reassured softly, “just put your top on. Then, if you’re up to it, answer Bonita’s
questions.”
“Yes, of
course,” Wanda replied, slipping on the garment, struggling briefly with the
clasp. “The first five minutes were
spent getting to know Cynthia, encouraging her to be brave like Sue when the
time came, and trying to find out why the papered women’s men were so
interested in us. Cynthia is a lovely
woman, and I thought she exhibited great bravery during her debreasting. I didn’t really discover any special reason
for the men’s interest in us, other than our sizzling good looks, of
course.” All four girls laughed before
Wanda continued, “I’m not particularly comfortable about touching, or being
touched by, another woman in a sexual way anyhow, though I’ve managed just
fine, or so I thought, outside the debreasting
portals tonight. When Mr. Roberts joined
us, I felt so self-conscious that I wanted to stop touching Cynthia. Then he removed my top and began feeling my
boobs up…now that felt weird…until it was made obvious that he wanted me to do
to his wife what he was doing to me.
Then the experience became interesting rather than weird…until he left
us there…Cynthia and I…to play our respective roles in the game.” Wanda frowned and looked introspective.
“Thanks for
answering my questions, Wanda,” Bonita said softly, a tinge of fear in her
voice. “This place never ceases to be
interesting, and it looks like it will get interesting again soon, for
me.” The Latino nodded towards the
Jessica near ‘The Wall’ door, “It looks like Mr. Jennings is making his final
inspection of my Jessica!”
“Yes,” agreed
Sue, “if you want to change your mind…we can still make a break for it!” Sue nodded towards Final Fantasy’s exit.
“NO!” spat
Bonita, before pleading. “Please don’t
any of you suggest that course of action again!”
“Speaking of
interesting,” Janet said as she nodded towards the door labeled ‘Barbecue
Pits’, “it looks like Aimee is finally done roasting and on her way to the
kitchen for carving.”
Seconds later,
as the golden brown, roasted form was carried past the heroines’ table, Wanda stammered what all four girls were thinking,
“GOD! That smells…good! Now…that…really makes
me…uncomfortable!” The other
three heroines were still silently nodding as the roast disappeared into the
kitchen.
Tammy watched, bound helplessly face up on the butcher’s table, as the
meat she had converted from Aimee was placed face down on the adjacent carving
table by the pit attendants. The two
muscular girls quickly cut the fire proof cords around the roast’s ankles and
wrists, and then began backing the spit out of the roast, while the cook, Mary,
held the fillet that should have been Tammy’s meal in place to prevent it from
being deformed or otherwise damaged. The
spit removed, the pit attendants turned the roast over so that it was face up,
and then forced the roast’s arms and legs into a spread-eagle position similar
to Tammy’s.
Mary nodded to
the pit attendants, “Thanks, I can handle it from here. They will be bringing the lottery winner out
to you soon enough.” Mary then picked up
a big serrated knife and sawed the large, golden brown breasts off the roast
one by one, placing them nipples up on a tray on a smaller table behind the
carving table. Mary then picked up a
smaller filleting knife and stood between the roasts legs. She took the tip of the knife and pushed it
into the roast at the top left of its pubic mound, and then circled to the
right side of the mound, down to the point where right thigh joined crotch,
inward just forward of the anus, back up along the inner left thigh line,
before finally meeting the point where the cut had started. The form of the fillet now clearly defined,
Mary now began working the knife to lift the prime cut away from the roast’s
pelvis bone, making sure every bit of fillet meat remained part of the cut.
Tammy suddenly
ripped her eyes away from the roast being carved. Candace, the butcher had just stepped between
her own legs, holding a filleting knife identical to Mary’s. “Please, I am a papered woman,” Tammy pleaded
for the hundredth time. “Call my husband…he will verify it. You can’t do this to me! I’m Tammy McGreevy!” Candace pushed the tip of the knife into the
top of the debreasted blonde’s pubic mound and
quickly traced the outline of the girl’s prime cut, Tammy screaming in pain and
terror the entire time. Then the blonde
howled in excruciating pain as Candace worked to carefully remove the prime cut
from the apex of the woman’s legs. It
would be many long minutes before all of Tammy’s parts were harvested, as she
slowly became cuts of meat.
Meanwhile,
Bonita had been escorted by Sally to the side of the Jessica, just behind the
knee pads, and Mr. Jennings was busy tying the Latino’s wrists with fire proof
cord. The Jessica was the same as all of
the others, except for five pieces of additional equipment. At the rear of the machine, attached to the
bullet shaped spit propeller was a small dome with a short tube pointing
forward, obviously the orgasmatron device. Beneath and behind the waist cradle was a
long bracket that held a long blade, currently pointed to the rear in a
horizontal position within the bracket, attached to a complex square holder
that was also an automatic stitcher. A wide metal disposal chute extended at an
angle from the base of this new bracket to a wide square hole in the floor at
the base of the wall. Behind the
Jessica, against the wall, now stood a large cylinder, labeled ‘stuffing’, with
a long flexible rubber tube attached to it; the tube was tipped with a metal
nozzle just over one-half inch in diameter.
Underneath the neck cradle was another bracket, also holding a long
blade in horizontal position pointed toward the wall on the wall side of the
Jessica.
“Okay, your
wrists are bound, sow,” Mr. Jennings said in a very formal tone. “The cords are not too tight, I hope?”
“No, Sir” Bonita
said in a quivering voice as she looked at her three friends who stood nearby
at the forward side of the Jessica, and then around at the large audience that
had gathered to watch her ride the machine.
“Should I mount the Jessica now?”
“In a minute,
sow, I’ll let you know,” Mr. Jennings chided gently, determined to maintain the
appropriate level of formality. “Are you
finding the fear difficult to deal with?”
Bill Jennings watched as Bonita shook her head negatively. “Good!
I’m actually expecting you to be quite heroic and accept your fate in
the most dignified manner possible.” The
owner of Final Fantasy then placed a small remote control in Bonita’s right
hand behind the girl’s back. “Can you
feel the round button under your thumb, sow?”
Mr. Jennings watched as the girl nodded.
“If you press that, after you’ve been filled with stuffing, the
automatic throat cutter will be activated.
If you do that, you will shorten your life and miss out on feeling the
coals below your roasting body, but the choice is yours. Now you may mount the Jessica!”
Bonita looked to
her three friends, and smiled before announcing, “Just remember that this is my
fantasy that I am living out, AND to keep the promises you made to me
earlier.” The Latino then carefully
climbed onto the machine, her knees carefully positioned on the kneepads, and
without being told leaned forward. As
gravity took over and the girl toppled, she took the weight of her body on both
waist and neck pads simultaneously, and quickly pulled her hands as far up her
back as possible to avoid getting them trapped in the waist restraint that had
snapped tight in unison with the neck, upper calve, and ankle restraints. Its victim trapped, the Jessica’s spit
propeller sprang to life with a click and a whir, and the long sharp spit began
inching forward towards Bonita’s sex.
“Mr. Jennings,
is it okay if I tenderize that sow’s pussy?” a young red-haired male, likely no
older than 18, asked.
“Well I
don’t…” Bill Jennings paused as he
watched anger suddenly flash across the sow’s three friends’ faces.
“If he means,
can he have sex with me?” Bonita called back, having also seen the rage in her
friends faces, “then, heck yes! I want
to get everything I can out of this experience!”
“Go for it,
Tony,” Bill Jennings said nodding at the girl on the Jessica. “However, just remember that Final Fantasy
isn’t liable if you take too long and you get your package skewered before you
cum.”
“I’ll keep that
well in mind,” Tony said as he climbed up onto the machine’s leg platforms,
dropped his trousers and shorts, positioned his already hardened member between
the Latino girl’s labial lips, and grunted, “Here it comes, sow!” He then thrust hard, expecting resistance
from a dry vagina, but was instead surprised to find the girl was sopping
wet. The redhead then began thrusting
his rigid member in and out of Bonita’s tight sex, eliciting moans of pleasure
from her. Bonita, for her part, was
careful to not let herself get carried away and ask the boy to pound his
phallus even harder into her love canal, even though she wanted to—she had to
maintain a certain level of decorum, after all!
A couple of minutes later, Bonita issued a long sigh, and Tony yelled,
“YES!” as he spilled his hot, sticky load of seed! After a brief second of enjoying his
pleasure, he twisted his head to check where the spit tip was. The boy’s eyes widened with fear, and he
quickly pulled out of the still bucking girl and leaped off of the
Jessica. Another half inch and he would
have been nailed to the girl he had been nailing!
Meanwhile,
Bonita, who had been watching her friends’ faces change from concern to wry
smiles when they heard her climax, watched as the three faces filled with
apprehension as the boy pulled out of and off of her. She knew that meant the spit tip was close,
and braced herself.
She was ready for the steel as it began to part her labial lips—she
wasn’t ready for her first taste of an orgasmatron
beam, and moaned loudly before grunting as she climaxed again. Finally, she regained her composure, and
concentrated on how it felt to have thick steel pushing open her sex, and the
continued glow from the pleasure beams.
‘Wanda, was right,’ she thought, ‘you couldn’t help but think of the
thick steel sliding into your vagina as just another phallus engaging in
intercourse with you.’ She wanted to
call out and tell her friends that, but there was that damned dignity to
maintain!
Then Bonita
heard herself gasp in surprise, and felt her body go rigid, as the sharp spit
point reached the back of her love canal, and its progress forward met its
first real resistance. The Latino braced
herself for the pain that would slowly increase to become her principal
experience for the rest of her life.
‘Thank heavens for the pleasure beams,’ Bonita thought, ‘if I try hard
enough, maybe I can focus on them, instead of the pain.’
Wanda knew what
Bonita’s body language was saying, and quickly bent down to whisper to her
friend, “Are you doing okay, sweety?” She could see the pain in the Latino’s eyes,
just as she was sure the fear and concern in her own eyes could be read by
anyone who cared to look.
“Me?” Bonita
quipped jovially, although pain was evident in her voice. “I’m just peachy. This is my fantasy remember!”
Wanda nodded,
“Yes it is, isn’t it. The pain will get
worse for a minute, and then it will start to ease”
“Huh…AHHH!” Bonita gasped
in reply. “Did I ever tell you what a
know it all you are, Wanda?” the Latino chortled softly. “Just teasing…I think the tip has pushed past
the initial resistance from my body and will be moving into my abdominal cavity
now. I just wish I had some more sexy
distractions.”
“I heard that,
sow,” a bald man, aged about 50, said from near the edge of the crowd. “If Mr. Jennings will allow it, my son Mark and
I would sure love to tenderize those orifices that are still available for use.”
“Well I…” Bill
Jennings began. Then the owner of Final
Fantasy went silent as he read the rage in the girl’s friends’ faces as they
heard the man threaten Bonita with a double dose of sodomy.
Bonita laughed,
surprising everyone, “Normally…I would say…‘Hell NO!’…to at least half…of that
offer…being eager to keep my…sphincter un-stretched…for as long…as
possible. However…being the…curious person…that
I am…and seeing…as this…is my last…possible opportunity…to give…anal sex…a
try…I say…let them…at me…Mr. Jennings!”
Mr. Jennings looked over to Bonita’s
friends, and shrugged his shoulders, before saying, “I’m just a male and the
owner of this establishment! Who am I to
get in this sow’s way! She’s all yours,
Matt and Mark!”
“You’re up
front, Son,” Matt told the bearded man, aged about 30 beside him. “Let’s try to last for a good long while
through the tenderizing process, giving the sow the nice long distraction she
deserves.”
“Sure thing,
Dad,” Mark replied, excitement evident in his voice, as he quickly strode
forward to stand in front of Bonita’s face.
He was now between the Latino and her tablemates. “Open up, sow,” Mark said as he pulled down
his pants and underwear. “Let’s see what
kind of cock sucker you are. Just make
sure you don’t bite when Dad starts pushing into that tight ass of yours.” As Bonita opened her mouth, perhaps to issue
a retort, Mark pushed his penis deep into her mouth, making the girl gag as he
commanded, “Suck, sow! Suck my
dick!” Bonita began complying as best
she knew how. This wasn’t her first
attempt at fellatio; it was her second!
Meanwhile, Matt,
who had climbed up onto the Jessica’s leg platforms and dropped his own pants
and briefs, spit into his right hand and began lubricating the glans of his penis.
Then he leaned over the girl, grabbed the end of her waist pad with his
left hand, and used his right hand to position the tip of his phallus against
the rosebud of her sphincter. He slowly
began allowing his weight to bear down upon the girl’s tight opening, eliciting
a long low moan from Bonita’s overfilled mouth.
“Don’t fight me, sow!” Matt commanded, “Try to relax your muscles back
here and let me slide through. It will
hurt at first, but then you’ll get used to it.”
Bonita tried to
nod around the penis in her mouth, to show that she had heard and would try to
comply. Then her eyes filled with tears
as Matt’s turgid penis did indeed begin to push past her tight sphincter into
virgin territory. ‘God! That hurts!’ thought Bonita. ‘I need to concentrate on not biting. Jeese, am I going
to regret my curiosity for the rest of this ride on Jessica?’
Mark, meanwhile,
was in front of the spit machine pleading, “Come on, sow, suck and use your
tongue. Surely cock sucking should come
natural to a good looking sow like you!”
Matt, meanwhile
had finally pushed past Bonita’s portal and was slowly pushing his phallus to
the depths of the Latino’s rectum. “God,
this sow’s tight,” the bald man gasped.
“I believe the sow! I’m now going
where no man has ever gone before!”
Bonita gasped in
pain as her ass was on fire, while at the same time trying to suck and lick the
penis in her mouth. ‘Well, at least I’m
not dwelling on that probing pain that I now feel around my stomach,’ the young
heroine thought. Then she felt Matt
begin pulling his member out of her rectum, only to plunge it more quickly back
downwards, causing the Latino to moan in pain just as Mark had pushed the head
of his penis into the back of Bonita’s throat, causing her to gag as her air
passage was momentarily blocked.
“Don’t choke,
baby sow!” Mark chortled. “You’ve a
whole lot more sucking to do before you earn my blast of hot cum!”
Meanwhile, Matt
announced, “Okay, now I have you loosened up, sow. Get ready to really get your ass
fucked!” The bald man then began pushing
in and out of the girl’s rectum with rhythm, just as he would if he was fucking
her pussy. Bonita was issuing one long
continuous moan now.
Mark, unable to
urge the Latino into demonstrating any advanced oral techniques, simply began
humping her face, changing the texture of the sounds coming from the sow’s
throat to gag, moan, gag, moan, over and over again. He looked up at his father, just as his
father looked at his son. His father help up two fingers, indicating that Mark needed to
hold his orgasm off for that length of time in minutes. Mark nodded to indicate he would try.
Bonita by now, was getting used to the phalluses pushing into cavities
at each end of her body, and while neither sensation was pleasant, neither sex
act was particularly painful at this point.
She could feel steel pushing into her chest cavity now, but even that
pain was dulled as it mixed with all of the other sensations the Latino was
experiencing, including the orgasmatron beam, the
intensity of which had been ramped up significantly.
“Take my cock as
I plunder your asshole, sow,” Matt commanded as he fucked the girl hard. His face was contorted as he fought from
plunging over the edge in climax. “You
are going to come for us, when we spray hot cum into you from both ends, aren’t
you, sow?” He almost lost control as he
watched the girl nod around his son’s face pounding penis!”
“Try not to
drown in my semen, sow,” Mark quipped as he looked pleadingly up to his
father’s narrowed eyes. He couldn’t hold
back any longer. Then he saw his father
nod and close his own eyes in concentration.
Both men moaned loudly as they sprayed their semen into Bonita’s
orifices. They were rewarded with three
rapid staccato sighs, indicating the Latino had also been brought to
climax. Each man rested for a few seconds,
allowing the last drops of their discharge to drain into the sow, and then
pulled out and high-fived each other.
Meanwhile, Bill Jennings had reached under to guide Bonita’s nipples so
that they were centered by the needles of the breast injectors that had just
been deployed from the Jessica’s stand.
A brief grunt, was the only indication that the
girl in the spit machine was aware of two more penetrations into her body.
“Thanks,
fellahs!” Bonita hissed, bringing a lot of surprised eyes, including the father
and son team’s, to her face as she swallowed instead
of spit. “Just for the record…in case
anyone is keeping score…I have an orgasmatron
beam…centered on my clitoris. Don’t be
thinking…that that nastiness…made me…climax!”
Wanda, followed
by Sue and Janet, kneeled down to look up into Bonita’s eyes. “Great performance, sweety,”
Wanda said proudly. “You really showed
those men the meaning of spirit!”
“You sure did,
you brave woman,” Janet concurred as she whipped a drop of cum from the
Latino’s face and rubbed it off on her own bikini bottoms. “How are you holding up…with
the pain from the spit?”
“Janet,” Sue
protested, “she was trying to use those men to distract her from that! I too am proud of you, Bonita!”
“No time…for
more…distractions…Sue,” Bonita gasped, a word or two
at a time. “The spit…will soon…enter…my
throat. The
pain…is…manageable…Janet. Especially…for
a…pain slut…and…sex whore…like us! How
big..are my…breasts…Wanda…after the…breast
injector? They…feel…huge! Must…tell you…I am...curious about…live
roasting…but have…decided…not to…put…you three…through it. I will…deploy the…throat cutter…when the…time
comes!”
“The breast
injectors are still injecting the cooking oil and herbs, Bonita,” Wanda replied
softly, “but they will be D-cups, for sure, when the process is over.” Wanda stroked Latino’s long black hair
several times as she waited for the inevitable.
“Brave heart, Bonita,” Wanda implored as she heard the girl suddenly gag
and watched her throat begin to swell.
“The pain will be over soon!”
Thirty seconds later, the three heroines could see their friend’s teeth
begin to be wedged open, and all three glared into the crowd as they heard
someone declare, “I can see the tip of the spit. The sow is meat!”
The heroines
remained where they were, kneeling before their Latino friend as the breast
injectors retracted and more and more spit protruded from their friend’s wedged
open mouth. The ever curious Bonita
couldn’t help stare at the receding spit tip through her crossed brown eyes. Then, the Latino caught her friends’ suddenly
glance at her torso with fear-widened eyes, heard a click as a blade snapped up
into her belly just above her pubic mound and then was quickly pulled up her
torso to her sternum; the pain in her lower belly rabidly progressed up her
abdomen as the auto-gutter did its work.
She felt her insides pushing downward, trying to escape her abdominal
cavity, but gravity wasn’t enough to make that happen. Bonita felt someone, Candace the butcher
having now finished with Tammy as it so happened, pull open the sides of her
belly and she felt a whoosh as her intestines dropped down the chute. Candace spent a few long seconds pulling
loose bits out of the sow’s cavity before getting out of the way while her boss
activated the auto-stitcher. The blade flipped back into horizontal
position, and the top of the housing was drawn back down the girl’s body
towards the rear of the Jessica as tiny needles and clamps move at dizzying
speeds to sew up the long wound.
While all of
this was happening, the spit propeller had kept driving the spit through
Bonita’s body. This now stopped as the
girl was now centered on the spear.
Bonita suddenly felt something inserted into her ass for the second time
tonight, and knew instinctively that, this time it was for injecting stuffing,
not semen. Seconds later she experienced
the strange sensation of having her belly filled from opposite the normal
direction. It didn’t take long before
she was declared full.
“Get the anal
stabilizer, Candace,” Bill Jennings ordered, “while I tie her ankles to the top
side of the pole. Don’t worry, meat,
we’ll have you out there doing a horizontal pole dance as you roast in no time
at all.”
Bonita, who
could see all three of her friends staring into her face with looks of sadness
but pride as well, winked, and pushed the button of the remote control still in
her right hand. The blade of the
automatic throat cutter popped up with an audible click, and the whole room
looked up to see the blade flash from the wall side to the room side of the
girls head, and blood pour from both severed jugglers. Bonita was gone before any of the clean-up
crew could get a container under her wound.
The Latino would never feel the indignity of the anal stabilizer being
inserted into her behind. He friends
slowly returned to their table, short one spunky tablemate.
To be continued.
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