Chapter 12. Promises

Wanda, Janet, and Sue watched from their table as the spitted meat that was their friend, Bonita, was lifted from the Jessica and carried across the room and through the door labeled ‘Barbecue Pits’. Tears streamed down all three faces as the girls quietly sobbed. Finally, Wanda broke the mournful silence by whispering in a quivering voice, “I hope Bonita truly enjoyed her final fantasy…she seemed to have…because it is going to be one nightmare for me…when we get back home. How am I ever going to explain to Captain America and the rest of our teammates…that I let Firebird…die…impaled on a metal spit…to later be roasted…and eaten…by human beings?”

“You don’t!” Janet whispered tersely. “You never tell a living soul about what happened to Bonita. Not ever! Not to protect us from criticism for letting what happened happen, but to protect Bonita. Who would understand her fantasy, had they not been here with us to witness its unfolding. We can’t let people think she lost her mind in the end…and committed suicide for suicide’s sake.”

“I agree with Janet,” Sue whispered sorrowfully, and then took a big drink of Lactic Blaster before continuing, “I doubt any of us will ever be happy about her choosing to voluntarily enter the lottery that led to her death, but, the fact is, it was her choice to make. We may not understand why she would make such a choice, and her friends and family in our own time most certainly won’t. So we need to take the responsibility of protecting her reputation! Hell! I never planned on telling my husband and the rest of the Fantastic Four about my doing this,” Sue said, somewhat more stridently, as she pointed at the circular bandages on her flattened chest, “because they just wouldn’t understand why I would voluntarily accept the pain and, hopefully temporary, mutilation that accompanied my debreasting. They won’t understand…even if I were to tell them…that I knew at the time that there was a 99.99 percent probability than my breasts would be restored bigger and better than before. My husband and teammates would always point to that 0.01 percent chance of tragedy and say the risk wasn’t worth it…not even after I explained the thrill that accompanied my debreasting. Why would they not understand, Janet?”

Janet laughed, and then blushed as she realized the inappropriateness of having done so, but still managed a soft quip, “Because your husband and teammates are men, and as such will never understand that, to be a superheroine in our cruel and pitiless world, you have to be a pain slut and sex whore who craves degradation. If not for those attributes we would slowly go mad from the fear and embarrassment we suffer every time the villains temporarily gain the upper hand. Sure, the men get chained up and knocked around…sometimes even tortured…but how often do they get stripped naked and raped…or worse?”

“I understand what you are saying, and why,” Wanda replied in a quivering voice, “but that still doesn’t answer the question of how I’m going to explain this to Cap when he asks…and sooner or later he will ask. I can’t lie to the man! I can’t!” Wanda stared at Janet and then Sue with tear-filled blue eyes and then blushed as they read the truth behind her words…the crush she had on her handsome team leader…and the fear of disappointing him with her actions.

“Fine,” Janet spat, “you don’t lie to the great Captain America. You tell him the truth! You tell him that you think I know where she might be. I’ll lie to him for you. I’ll tell him she flew south…to deal with that drug lord…who has been giving the Justice League women so much grief. That’s going to be the way things go down, but both of you have to promise not to tell anyone otherwise. You have to promise not to let me get outed as a liar! Promise…both of you!”

“I promise,” Sue said quickly, “to never mention what happened here to Bonita to anyone, including the two of you, in the 21^st Century. How about it, Wanda? Are you in?”

Wanda nodded with a pallid face, and then picked up her glass of Lactic Blaster and held it out towards the center of the table, saying softly, “Very well, I promise as well. A toast then…to Firebird…may her blazing heroism never be forgotten.”

“To Firebird!” Janet and Sue said simultaneously as they clanked their glasses against Wanda’s. Each of the three heroines drained their glass, just as Sally finally delivered the vegetarian sandwiches Wanda had traded Cynthia’s breast bacon for, along with a fresh round of drinks.

“Sorry for taking so long, Miss Wanda,” Sally said with a frown on her face. “The cook had to deal with the rush of orders Aimee generated when she was carried from the pits to the kitchen. There is nothing like the smell of a freshly cooked roast to make everyone hungry.”

“That’s fine, Sally,” Wanda said with a pleasant smile. “We weren’t ready for either the food or the drinks, until just now, anyhow. Things are pretty quiet,” Wanda said with a smile, nodding at the five sets of empty debreasting portals at the back of the dance floor. Sally shot a glance to the empty booths and then looked back at Wanda with a look of terror on her face. The auburn-haired beauty asked softly, “Will it stay this way for the rest of the night, or will things pick back up again? Oh! Sorry! I forgot you were still on potential menu item duty. Don’t worry…I wasn’t going to ask you to take a turn in a booth.”

“Thank God for that,” Sally sighed and then smiled. “Actually, Miss Wanda, it is usually slow between 9:00 and 9:30, and then things pick back up. Give it another ten minutes, and we will have a whole new crowd of game players on both sides of the wall. However, if that sandwich isn’t going to do you, feel free to send me through ‘The Wall’ door and harvest my breast bacon. That is, after all, part of my job for the next forty minutes.” Still smiling, Sally rushed off to the kitchen area, where she wouldn’t be seen by customers for another ten minutes.

Wanda, Sue, and Janet spent the next ten minutes munching their third sandwiches of the night in silence. Then, as Sally predicted, Final Fantasy began to again fill with customers. Wanda watched with interest as three girls filed into the Game room, doffed their clothing, and filled booths 1, 3, and 5. The largest set, a large slightly drooping pair of fair-skinned D cups protruding from booth 3’s debreasting portals, attracted immediate attention. The short thin oriental girl, who had worn number 14 in the lottery, had her hands on the breasts within 30 seconds of their being pushed through the debreasting portals. She immediately began suckling on the pink nipples that tipped the large pair, and then looked up to smile into the one-way window. She could be seen whispering something to the owner of the breasts, before glancing at the computer screen to check the debreasting options the girl had set. Then she went back to rubbing the breasts and playing with nipples while again whispering into the window, this time with an excited look on her face. Then she hit the debreasting button, grabbed a nipple with each hand, and tugged. The girl in the booth immediately began moaning in pleasure.

“Alright!” Janet squealed. “Finally some more breast poaching action! I hope she picked one of the debreasting methods we haven’t seen yet. I don’t want to go home until we have seen them all!”

“There has been quite a variety of debreasting methods used already,” Sue observed with a smile as she watched Janet and Wanda both glance at her bandaged chest with looks of envy. ‘Who would have figured those two would be envious of a flattened chest?’ Sue thought to herself and then laughed out loud. “What methods haven’t we seen yet, anyhow?”

Wanda looked thoughtful for a few seconds before answering with, “Masher, but at least Sharon described that one. And then there is the slicer, blender, broiler, and razor-wire loop methods. And no, Janet, I will not make a pact to select a method for my own breasts that hasn’t been used yet. My girls are going to the kitchen intact and uncooked!”

“You wuss, Wanda,” Janet chided with a giggle. “Well, we aren’t going to see a new method this time, but at least it is a new variation. Her breasts are being compressed inwards from the sides, so I’m guessing scissors again, but both breasts at once.” Janet pointed excitedly at the debreasting portals outside of booth 3. “It’s happening faster than it did for Tammy, so she didn’t choose dead slow as her speed option.”

The girl in booth 3 moaned loudly in orgasm, and then yelled “Owe! Crap!”, as she felt her skin begin to tear open on both sides of each breast. “You’re right, Janet,” Sue shrilled with widened eyes, “you can see steel at the 4:00 and 8:00 o’clock positions. Wow, look at the oriental girl pull on those breasts. She may just pull those boobs off that girl’s chest before the scissors close!”

“I like the look of that method,” Wanda quipped. “There is a kind of elegance to breasts slowly unzipping before they finally get poached off of a girl’s chest!”

“Is that a hint that you’re going to give your own D-cups to the scissors when you finally try to get your big balloons popped, Wanda?” Janet chortled. Then she asked more softly, “Or have you changed your mind…what with everything that’s happened…and have decided to skip a turn in a booth? Look, her boobs are almost bacon!”

“Nope! They are bacon!” Sue yelled jubilantly as the oriental girl found her arms being yanked downward to the sound of first, a scream of pain and loss, and second, a deep orgasmic moan. “Now that didn’t take long!”

“Right!” Wanda agreed. “However, she didn’t sound like she got a whole lot of climaxes for her sacrifice, either. I’m going to stick with dead slow, whatever method I pick,” Wanda said softly. “And yes, Janet, I’m going to play the game…and soon. I promised Bonita…we both did actually…but as you’ve already played the game once, no one could complain if you forgo a second attempt. I’m not going to be doing it because of a promise, however. I’m going to do it for myself, because it is what I set out to do at the start of the day.”

“Hey!” Janet spat in mock anger. “I’m not going to be the only girl that arrives back home with un-popped balloons! If someone doesn’t do me on try number two, you’re going to have to bribe Sally or one of the customers to do me.”

“What do we have that we can use to bribe someone to poach your tits with, Janet?” Sue asked while laughing. “We don’t have any money.”

“You’re heroines, aren’t you?” Janet chortled. “That means you are sex whores, even without boobs. With a room full of people, someone will do me in exchange for services rendered!”

Wanda laughed before pointing out the obvious, “Okay, Janet. I’ll proposition the men while Sue makes the rounds offering her services to the women. I’ll have my part done in no time!”

“Hey, Wanda,” Sue protested, “what makes you think I swing both ways? Never mind…look that brunette is starting to work over that mid-sized swooping set in booth 1. Look! She’s reaching for the debreast button. She must have checked the debreasting options when I wasn’t looking.”

“Yes she did, just before she grabbed the girl’s chest ornaments,” Janet said with a wide smile. “She seemed to be quite excited about what she read too. I have a feeling we will see something different this time!”

As the brunette hit the debreast button, she stepped backwards from booth 1. “That’s…weird,” Wanda sputtered in confusion, “usually the…kitchen side players…are quick to claim possession…of their forthcoming bacon…while they’re still on the donator’s chest. This girl seems to be willing to let the breasts drop once they’ve been killed.”

“Look!” Sue squealed in excitement. “Coming out of the ceiling…a big metal box. We haven’t seen one of those before!” With all three eyes riveted on the box and booth 1, and booty’s bouncing in their chairs, the heroines watched in silence as the device was lowered to breast level on a suspension pole, and then moved forward as the suspension pole slid toward the booth along its positioning track in the ceiling. Soon the box was snug against the wall and surrounding the debreasting ports. Sue squealed again as she realized what was happening, “Hey! You can see her breasts hanging inside the box! The device doesn’t have enclosures on either the booth side or kitchen side. I know what it is…it’s a broiler!”

“Sue is right!” Wanda concurred zestfully. “There are heating elements inside the device…both sides and top and bottom…and the box is positioned so that none of the heating elements touch skin. Look, all four have now heated to the point they are glowing red!”

“Jeese!” Janet spat as she bounced in her chair. “What a way to have your puppies knocked off! The cook is going to be happy if this turns out for the best. It will save her some work!”

“Look, her breasts are glistening with sweat!” Sue said pointing at the device. “Listen to those moans. She must be getting one heck of an orgasmatron blast in there. I swear she has been issuing one continuous climax since those heating elements started to glow!”

The heroines watched in silence for several minutes, before Wanda complained, “Is it just me, or is that smell coming from the debreasting portals, rather than the kitchen? Also, do you see those four rods folding downward from each upper corner of the box? Look! They seem to be pricking the skin at regular intervals along the top and sides of her boobs!”

“Yes, Wanda,” Janet said with a wry smile on her face, “that is the smell of broiled breast, instead of the smell of fried breast bacon or roasted sow, and I know what the rods were for.” Janet nodded to the thin rods that had folded back to the top of the device. “They must have needles at their tips. The needles were breaking her skin, and pushing through to the fatty breast tissue. This will make it much less likely that a hot spot inside will pop, tearing the flesh, and will also make her breasts…well, self-basting…as the broiled fat oozes out of the small holes to coat the cooking flesh!”

“Okay!” Sue spat as she squirmed in obvious discomfort. ”I’m sure glad I didn’t hit that method by accident. From the girl’s moans, I don’t think the orgasmatron beams are compensating for the pain anymore. Also look, her originally white flesh is starting to turn from red to brown.” Just then, the girl in the booth 5 reached her final minute and began moaning and sighing in pleasure. “Hmmm, I don’t think her breasts will be fully done by the time the other girl is out.”

“She’ll be close to done, though,” Wanda said, sounding more like a question than a statement. She took a long drink of Lactic Blaster, followed by the last bite of her vegetarian sandwich. “What do you think, Janet?”

“Yes, I think you are right,” Janet agreed. “She is browning quite quickly now, and I’m sure they are not about to let Mr. Jennings’ profit margin burn. Why?”

“Yes, Wanda,” Sue joined in, “what are you thinking? Why the interest in how well her breasts are broiled?”

Wanda took a long drink of Lactic Blaster before answering, “Because, I’m about to join those three girls over by ‘The Wall’ door. I just hope they have the sense to have a good ventilation system in that booth! I don’t look forward to smelling that, up close, for ten minutes…or less.”

Just then, the moans of the girl in booth 5 ceased, and her smallish breasts were pulled from her debreasting portals. As Wanda stood from her chair, the girl in booth 1 sighed loudly with climax, and there was a swishing sound from inside her booth as a blade within the booth cut her broiled breast meat free to fall onto a wire mesh designed to catch the meat and hold it above the bottom heating element. “Hey…could I get some kitchen help out her…oven mitts…a skewer and platter…anything that will keep my fingers from being burned?” the brunette to whom the broiled breasts now belonged called out. Soon, Sally had raced out to booth 1, her fillet still on display, with a big set of tongs and a platter. She handed them to the brunette and then spun around to return to the kitchen. “Not so fast, Toots,” the brunette said as she used the tongs to placed the two pieces of meat on the platter. “The booths are now empty…fill one!”

“Yes, Miss,” Sally answered dejectedly, and turned to join the four women already standing at ‘The Wall’ door. As she walked towards a frowning Wanda, the sound of the ventilation system could be heard kicking in. Already, as the brunette had reached the food ordering station, the smell of broiled meat was dispelling. Soon, ‘The Wall’ door opened and a small, breasted blonde could be seen putting on her shorts.

As all five girls went through the open door, Wanda turned to Sally and smiled, before whispering, “Well this really blows for you, no? How much time did you have left on your shift?”

“Twenty-two minutes, Miss Wanda,” Sally said pleasantly, “I just feel sorry for Mr. Jennings. It looks like he is going to lose three waitresses in a little over three hours. He’s going to need to be doing some heavy recruiting.”

“You’ll make it through this, Sally,” Wanda said with confidence. “Brave heart!” Wanda said as the she and Sally joined the other girls in stripping while the, now bandaged, debreasted girl put on her shorts. Her bandages were larger than normal, indicating her breasts were not the only parts to suffer heat damage, but she grinned happily to everyone as she left the Game room.

“Breasts like these,” Sally said cupping her 36D’s, “rarely survive the bacon trap.” Sally looked at Wanda’s larger set, before saying with a sorrowful tone, “Sorry…it’s the truth…not much chance that chest isn’t going to get flattened too.”

Wanda laughed, and quipped, “Well if any bacon hunter’s step your way…send them to me…I won’t mind! I’ll also try to pick a slow and interesting debreasting method…to keep the interest on my balloons and give you a better chance of going back to work.”

“Hey!” the booth attendant with the blonde Mohawk called from the booths, “does this look like a coffee shop, where socializing is the name of the game? Miss…you’re booth 1, let me help you get strapped in. Sally you’re booth 5. I assume you know the drill from our training? Move it you two!”

Out at the heroines’ table, Sue was whispering to Janet and nodding to the reserved table, “Look…Mr. Roberts is back with Mr. and Mrs. Stevens and that big breasted redhead, who looks to be age 18 or younger. I guess Cynthia is already divorced and at a conversion facility!”

“Do you think Mr. Roberts saw Wanda and Sally enter the Game room?” Janet asked frantically. “Look! I bet he did! He is already making his way to the dance floor.”

“Yes, you’re right!” Sue shrilled. “I think our field trip organizer is about to have an interesting experience! If he isn’t more interested in Sally…or isn’t able to tell which set of breasts is which?”

As Wanda followed Sally to the booths, she noticed that Mr. Jennings was repeating his behavior with Sue and was trailing her to the booth area. She thought nothing of it as he leaned against the back wall where he could observe the girls in all five booths. Instead, she quickly stepped close to the front of booth 1, waited while the floor lowered slightly so that the base of her breasts were in perfect alignment with the portals, and carefully eased her girls through to the kitchen side of the debreasting portals. The heroine quickly raised her arms to the sides of her window to avoid getting them trapped as her bacon trap snapped closed, securing her chest tightly to the front wall and her thighs open. Wanda could feel the thigh rods maneuver her pelvis into alignment with the orgasmatron emitter. “Well done, Miss,” the booth attendant said softly, “you must have done this before. You can select your debreasting options now.”

Wanda nodded and quickly selected ‘razor-wire loops’, ‘dead slow’, ‘window transparency two-way’, ‘de-clit option no’, and then ‘start timer’. Finally finished with the set up for her booth experience, she looked up just as her breasts were lifted and weighed. The heroine couldn’t help herself; she heard herself gasp in fear, just as her friends had done. Then she gasped again, this time in surprise, for the person coveting her breasts was none other than Tyler Roberts. “Mr. Roberts…you came back,” Wanda stammered feeling stupid for having stated the obvious.

“How could I not return, Miss Maximoff,” Mr. Roberts replied in a measured tone, “knowing with certainty that these melons were going through the debreasting portals at some point tonight. I hope you’ve picked an interesting method for me to pop these big balloons with!” Mr. Roberts quickly read Wanda’s debreasting options from the computer screen next to her window, and then returned to weighing her breasts as he stared into the girl’s gold-flecked blue eyes. “You know, Miss Maximoff,” Mr. Roberts said with a twinkle in his gray eyes, “you really have me bewitched. It’s like you knew that was my favorite debreasting method. My new girl, Lorrie, is very lucky she didn’t delay my return a minute longer.”

“Call me Wanda, please, Mr. Roberts,” Wanda said softly. “It probably isn’t my place to ask, but am I to assume you’ve divorced Cynthia? I thought she went through her debreasting with a lot of grace.”

“Okay, Wanda, if you’ll address me as Tyler,” Mr. Roberts said with a chuckle. “It isn’t your place to ask, but I’ll answer you anyhow. I did divorce Cynthia, and then I dropped her off at a conversion facility. I think it is likely that she has already been rendered to parts. I hope she managed the live butchering with a lot of grace as well. Are you upset with me?”

“No, Tyler, I’m not upset with you, nor am I disappointed in what has happened,” Wanda said softly, choosing her words carefully. “I know how things are during these times, and that Cynthia’s fate is more normal than not and delayed for a number of years due the papered status she gained through her marriage to you.”

Meanwhile, Wanda heard Mr. Jennings talking to the booth attendant behind her. “Take a break, Jane,” Bill Jennings ordered, “I’ll handle the booths for the rest of this session.”

“Well, it wasn’t hard for Mr. Roberts to pick Wanda out of the lineup after all,” Sue quipped. “The two-way transparency thing that Sharon started seems to be catching on. Not that it would have made any difference; Wanda’s perfect 38D’s are easily the nicest set out there this round.”

“Sally stuck with the traditional one-way window, though Sue,” Janet said nodding down at the dance floor. “If you can pick her balloons out of the lineup, then you’ll know exactly what your boobs looked like from here…before they got poached.”

“Sally is in booth 5, right?” Sue asked rhetorically. “She is a match for my size and shape, well what I used to carry, but I think I was one shade fairer skinned.”

“Well, getting your bust flattened doesn’t hurt your eyesight, does it Sue,” Janet chortled. Then she pointed at booth 1 and asked frantically, “Is there someone in Wanda’s booth with her? There is…and I think it’s….”

“Hi, Bill,” Tyler said gleefully, “what’s up? Are you thinking of pulling this one from the lineup before I hit her debreast button?”

“Mr. Jennings?” Wanda asked in surprise as she tried to twist her head around to see the nightclub owner who was evidently standing behind her. “What’s wrong? If you’re here to save me or something…please don’t!”

“Call me Bill, Wanda,” Mr. Jennings said softly, “and you both have it wrong. If you don’t mind, Tyler, I’d like to give Wanda a reason for our being on a first name basis. Do you mind if I fuck her while you debreast her?”

Tyler Roberts roared in laughter, before chortling, “Bill Jennings, you son of a bitch, I knew there was a reason why you ran this place…and why you only hire Grade A waitresses. No I don’t mind…I just wish the whole wall was transparent so I could watch her get her pussy stuffed.”

“Hey! Don’t I have a say in all this….” Wanda began to protest shrilly. Then she lowered her voice and whispered, “Sorry…I know the answer to that. Listen…I know Tyler is going to pop my balloons and turn my knockers into bacon, Bill. And I also know you’re going to have your way with me as he does so. I’m fine with both of those things. It’s Sally in booth 5 that I am worried about. Tyler…is she in danger…of being debreasted?”

“Well…no one is pawing her boobs at the moment, Wanda,” Tyler whispered back as he glanced to his right, “but there are three or four hungry looking girls slobbering as they look at the nice set of tits poking through the debreasting portals there. Why do you care about what happens to her? You don’t even know her!”

“Sally won’t make it through this stay in the booth, Wanda,” Bill whispered as he cupped the heroine’s sex with his right hand. “Her moneymaker’s were bacon the minute she was told to take a booth, and she knew it!”

“Well, boys,” Wanda said in her best bedroom voice, “do me a favor and hit my debreast button the minute her boobs look to be in danger. Maybe that will make her would be debreastors come watch what is happening to me.”

“I could do that,” Tyler said softly, once again in his measured tone, “if you said the right thing to bewitch me into it. Tell me that you promise to visit Club X the next time you girls are in town. You fine with holding back with her until her button is pushed, Bill?”

“No problem at all, Tyler,” Bill Jennings laughed, “because I’m actually not going to hold off. I’m going to start fucking her pussy in a few seconds. I’ll dump one nut there…then when you push her debreast button, I’m going to ass fuck her. I can’t wait to feel her sphincter flutter around my cock when her knockers come free of her chest.”

Wanda moaned sensually as she felt Mr. Jennings dip two fingers into her sex to verify her wetness. Meanwhile, she was also enjoying the sensation of Mr. Roberts rubbing the bottom of her breasts with his fingers as he went to work on her hard nipples with his thumbs. The big breasted beauty tried to maintain her composure as she negotiated the safety of a waitress she hardly knew. She whispered, “Tyler, I will do everything I can to get my friends to agree to visit Club X next Saturday night. I promise, if my friends agree to my plan, we will stay there and play your sexually sadistic games for two or three hours, before returning to Final Fantasy where any of my breasted friends will likely be doing what I am doing now.”

“Ted,” Tyler Roberts called out loudly, looking back at his reserved table, “come here!” He waited until Ted arrived to stand beside him at booth 1. Then Tyler asked very softly, “Would you do Wanda here a favor, if she promises to try to get Sue and some of her other friends to join us at Club X next Saturday night?”

“Hell yes!” Ted said leaving his position very clear from the excitement in his voice. “What do you need me to do, to make her to keep that promise?”

“The girl in booth 5,” Tyler whispered softly, “is Sally. Go talk to her, and don’t hit her debreast button. If she finishes the game with her bustline intact, Wanda’s promise is going to be made good.”

“Actually, it is still not quite been an hour since I popped Sue’s fantastic tits,” Ted whispered, “so I can’t legally convert Sally’s breasts to bacon anyhow. I guess I can go pretend to be about to do so though.”

Wanda gasped loudly in pleasure as Bill Jennings thrust his large and turgid member into her sopping wet sex; she was hoping that Ted’s new role as Sally’s protector would change the need for waiting to slap her button and spare her sphincter an unpleasant invasion. “Ted,” she whispered, “it won’t matter. Most of the customers are un-papered females. If one of them tries to cut in…bring up Jessica!”

“There you go, Ted,” Tyler Roberts chuckled, and watched his friend slide over to booth 5. “Speaking of un-papered women and their vulnerabilities, Wanda, now that you have bewitched me into doing what you wanted. If the opportunity comes up to play one of our sexually sadistic games here at Final Fantasy tonight, don’t make the mistake of trying to say no. Jessica is always hungry for new victims…with breasts or not!”

“Point taken,” Wanda gasped as Bill Jennings thrust his member into her sex hard yet again. “So…Tyler…I guess I haven’t asked yet. Are you going to pop my big balloons…here…tonight?”

“I most certainly am, my big breasted witch,” Tyler laughed as he stared deep into Wanda’s eyes. “Somehow I don’t think there was ever any doubt in your mind about that.” Tyler then lowered his lips to Wanda’s breasts and gave each nipple a good long suck.

Bill Jennings was now pounding his phallus hard into Wanda’s sex, and she was moaning in pleasure. The owner of Final Fantasy wanted nothing more than to bring this woman before him to climax before the orgasmatron beam was activated. As her moans became louder, he knew he would succeed. “Work her breasts hard, Tyler. I’ll come when she does. Then it’s your show!”

“You got it, Bill,” Tyler said with a laugh. “Do you here that, girl? If you climax, I will hit your debreast button. Your balloons are going to get popped because you can’t control your libido!”

“No…oh God NO…don’t say…that!” Wanda pleaded loudly. With her sex being pounded, and her breasts again in jeopardy if she allowed a climax to be forced from her body, she felt a sense of deja vu. It was the scene with the Riddler all over again. She had to do something to make it feel different. She had to regain control of her fate, and not let this debreasting be forced upon her. “Get ready, Tyler and Bill! I’m close to climaxing; I’m certain I will be driven over the edge with the first splash of Bill’s hot seed into my sex. I want you to hit my debreast button when that happens, Tyler. I want you to pop my big balloons here tonight!”

This took both men by surprise, and drove Bill Jennings over the edge—with a long, intense moan, he emptied a load of sperm into the girl’s hot sex. He was rewarded with three loud sighs, which he knew meant the girl was indeed climaxing. “Do her, Tyler!” Mr. Jennings yelled.

Wanda continued to climax as she felt Tyler’s right hand leave her left breast. Then she heard the click as her debreast button was pushed, and the buxom heroine knew that her mission would soon be over!

“YES!” Janet screamed triumphantly. “I’m about to become the biggest breasted girl at this table! Wanda Maximoff is about to get her balloons popped!”

“Janet,” Sue laughed, “I know that you’ve wanted to see Wanda get debreasted all night long, but a little decorum would be in order. After all, you still plan on outdoing her on the pain front right?”

“Heck yes!” Janet shrilled. “However, knowing Wanda, she’s going to lay down the gauntlet on that aspect. Hey, are there thin wires circling her boobs?”

“Yes, your right,” Sue concurred, “they must have been stored in the front wall of the booth. Look…the loops are tightening as they are being pulled backwards against Wanda’s chest. This must be the razor-wire loop option!”

“Damn that girl!” spat Janet. “She did this on purpose…to force me to pick one of the options we haven’t seen yet…when I take my turn in the booth!”

Wanda watched wide-eyed as the loops of wire popped free from the margins of her debreasting ports, and then were drawn backwards to fit snuggly against her chest. The razor wire was one continuous strand anchored at each end in the side panels of her booth, slightly behind the base of her breasts. The top of each loop was held together by small double clips that were designed to allow the wire to contract while maintaining the loops’ circular shapes. Soon the slack in the loops had been taken up, and the wire was snug around the bases of both of Wanda’s breasts; then the movement of the wire slowed in response to the ‘dead slow’ speed setting that the girl in the bacon trap had selected. The auburn-haired heroine groaned, not from the slow constriction at the base of her breasts, but from the pressure she now felt against her puckered sphincter. Bill Jennings was avidly seeking entrance to Wanda’s back door; Wanda Maximoff was about to be sodomized! Suddenly the big breasted heroine heard a moan that spoke of pure pleasure, and she knew it came from her own throat. The pressure of the wire on her breasts didn’t cause this moan to be issued, nor was it from Mr. Jennings efforts to begin anal rape or Mr. Roberts rubbing of the erect nipples tipping her doomed breasts with his rotating thumbs; the booths orgasmatron beams had been activated.

“Stop fighting me, girl!” Bill Jennings commanded. “You’ve been ass fucked a hundred times before tonight. You should be used to unclenching that sphincter of yours and taking it like the slut you are! What debreasting options did she choose, Tyler?”

“My favorite,” Tyler Roberts chortled, “razor-wire loops set on dead slow. The loops have barely started to indent at the base of her breasts. Take your time in there! It’s going to be a while before these melons have been harvested.”

“Oh, I see the wires leading to the booth walls now,” Mr. Jennings acknowledged and then grunted as he pushed his phallus harder against Wanda’s behind. “The wire loops will continue to tighten until they reach the point where the pressure at the bases of her boobs matches her skin’s shear strength. Then the loops will tighten much more slowly as interesting events begin to occur. AHhh! I thinking I’m finally getting somewhere back here!”

Wanda groaned softly as she felt the glans of Mr. Jennings’ large penis finally push past her sphincter and into her tightly clenched anus. She moaned in pain as the phallus began to painfully stretch her anus. Suddenly the heroine sighed loudly as she climaxed again; it was then that she realized that, with her orgasmatron beam settings as high as they were, there was no chance she would match the composure Sue had shown earlier this evening. The heroine glanced downward, to watch wide-eyed as the base of her breasts slowly compressed, choking off the blood supply to her mammaries and causing them to redden as they began to tingle.

Bill Jennings thrust hard, burying his member to the hilt in the buxom girl’s ass. He cried out loudly, “I have you spitted on my pole now, Wanda Maximoff. You’re not getting off this shaft until you are breastless and your rectum is filled with my cum!”

“Good for you, Bill, but it’s too bad you can’t see these knockers of hers begin to bulge and turn purple as the razor wire slowly strangles them,” Mr. Roberts quipped. “Not too long before her balloons begin to be deflated! Are you ready to be debreasted, my big titted witch?”

“OH! Heck yes, Tyler! Pop my big balloons!” Wanda cried out passionately. “Poach my boobs as Mr. Jennings reams my tight ass!” The heroine then issued three staccato sighs as she climaxed yet again.

“Well, this really blows!” Janet spat vehemently at the heroines’ table. “Wanda’s obviously having the time of her life. I’ll never outdo her now!”

Sue laughed loudly, and then said softly, “Don’t give up yet, Janet. If I know you, you will find a way to make a statement of your own. Besides, Wanda may be enjoying herself now, but as dark as her breasts have become, I suspect the painful part of her booth experience may start soon. Then we will see if our friend has the heart of a heroine!”

Down in booth 1, Wanda was issuing short gasps of pain in rhythm with Mr. Jennings pounding thrusts. Although the blue-eyed beauty had never taken a liking to anal sex, she was positively sopping wet now. It had to be the environment, and the fact that her breasts were in dire danger, the heroine thought. Then she heard someone say, “HUH?” It took a few seconds to realize the word came from her own throat; the reason for her exclamation—an itching at the base of her well-pinched breasts. Then she heard some clicking sounds, and felt something fall from her compressed flesh.

Tyler Roberts heard the clicks as well, and watched as two small pieces of metal dropped towards the booth floor, before informing the booth’s occupants, “The clips holding the razor wire into loop form have just detached. The wire has enough boob flesh around it to keep it in place now, and the booth’s computers have calculated that the wire’s compression is an exact match for the resistance of the girl’s skin…her surface tension if you will. I suspect your skin will begin to break any second, Wanda. Are you still enjoying yourself?”

“If she isn’t, I am!” Bill Jennings moaned. “God this girl’s ass is tight. I’ll be lucky if I don’t splort before her boobs come free of her chest!”

Wanda moaned loudly as she climaxed again, and then gasped in surprise as, while the itching intensified, she felt something dribbling down her chest below the bases of her breasts. The heroine instinctively knew it wasn’t sweat; she knew her skin had been parted by the razor-wire loops. “Yes,” she informed the men sharing this experience with her, “I’m having fun…but the pain is beginning now. The wire has indeed bit into my breasts, and they are beginning to be popped…right off of my chest!”

“You are right, my big breasted witch,” Tyler said, confirming Wanda’s prognosis, “the loops are slowly compressing around and into your purpled melons. There’s some blood on your rib cage at the bottom of your chest. In a few more minutes, that massive rack of yours will be mine!”

Wanda gasped in pain, this time from excruciating sensation at the base of her breasts and not from the sodomy Bill Jennings was administering to her. Then she moaned in pleasure as the intensity of her orgasmatron beams stepped up one setting. ‘God these bacon trap booths are the greatest invention the world will ever know,’ the Scarlet Witch thought. ‘I can’t do this just once! I will convince Sue and Janet to return to this time zone next Saturday. I will!’

As Tyler Roberts watched Bill Jennings’ face as he avidly raped Wanda Maximoff’s tight ass, he chortled, “Your balloons are losing air, Wanda! Your melons are un-balling now that the compression on the razor wire exceeds the shear strength of your tissue. The wire is buried quite deep into your breast meat now!”

Wanda hissed softly as she sought to manage the intense fire she felt burning in her doomed breasts. She could not—would not—respond to Tyler’s taunts. She issued another series of rapid sighs as she climaxed again. ‘That’s the key to it,’ she thought, ‘focus on the pleasure beams! Ignore the phallus stretching my ass! Ignore the pain that tells me my boobs are being murdered! Convert the pain to pleasure, and enjoy every second of this experience!’

“How much longer before her tits are bacon, Tyler?” Bill Jennings asked desperately. “The way this girl’s ass is spasming, I can’t keep from cumming much longer!”

“Not much longer, Bill! You can hold out,” Tyler said laughingly, trying to encourage his friend pummeling the soon to be debreasted girl inside of booth 1. “It’s hard to tell with this debreasting method, but I think she is three-quarters of the way to being flat-chested!”

Wanda gasped as she heard Tyler’s words and then climaxed yet again. “Grab my nipples and wiggle my boobs, Tyler!” the heroine commanded. “I want to feel how loose they are on my chest. Don’t pull though…wait for the razor-wire loops to finish strangling my girls before you poach my bacon.”

Tyler shook his head in amazement and did as he was told. The breasts wiggled easily—there wasn’t much connecting tissue left. “Only a few more seconds left, you wicked girl,” Tyler spat zestfully, “before your big balloons are officially popped!”

“Good!” Wanda said loudly. “Can you cum for me, Bill? Can you fill my rectum with your hot sticky seed as my breasts become bacon and my proud bust gets busted?”

“FUCK!” Bill Jennings screamed as the sultry girl’s words pushed him over the edge and he ejaculated into her tight ass. “God you are one wicked witch, Wanda Maximoff!” Then he felt the girl’s sphincter begin strangling his manhood, and he knew the razor-wire loops had finished their work.

“OHHH! YES!” Wanda screamed and then let loose a long orgasmic sigh as her breasts popped free of her chest and the razor wire snapped straight and level. She smiled proudly as she watched Tyler Roberts struggle to keep a grip on her still jiggling flesh. “Now that’s the way to get your balloons popped!” Wanda declared. “Look girls,” Wanda called out loudly to her table, “Tyler Roberts is holding my freshly poached bacon. You’re up next, Janet, but do wait until I’ve been bandaged and have put my bikini bottoms back on!”

Chapter 13. The Dangerous Dance

Bill Jennings quickly pulled up his pants and then helped the debreasted auburn-haired beauty out of booth 1, her restraints having been released at the start of her final forced climax. “Come with me, Wanda Maximoff,” the owner of Final Fantasy instructed, and then led the girl to his office. Once there, the nightclub owner picked up a small hand-held device, pushed a button, and said tersely, “Send Jane back in to attend the rest of the booths.” Then he looked up and smiled at the girl staring at him with lovely blue eyes, and said softly, “Now let’s get that blood wiped from your torso and some nice bandages over those wounds, Wanda.”

Wanda accepted a wet cloth from the club owner and quickly cleaned herself up. She was amazed at how little blood there actually was. She smiled at Bill Jennings as he applied the two round bandages to her wounds. Once he was finished, she asked softly, “So, Bill, how long have you known, and how did you find out?”

Bill Jennings actually blushed, as he heard Wanda Maximoff’s probing question. He shrugged his shoulders and then answered honestly, “When you stopped me to tell me about Tammy, I knew I had seen your face before, so I got you to tell me your name. The Scarlet Witch was one of a thousand matches when I searched the world-wide data network, but I was pretty sure your face and hers matched exactly. Then, when I gave Sharon her separation bonus, I got you to tell me the names of your friends. All of them had names and faces that matched 21^st Century heroines. Then I was certain. I’m a history buff, and I’m particularly fond of the 21^st Century. I couldn’t, and still can’t, believe my luck!”

“Well, you obviously told Tyler and Ted, about us,” Wanda said with laughter in her eyes. “Are you going to report us to the authorities?”

“Neither I nor Tyler nor Ted, will tell another living soul of your presence here, Wanda,” Bill said forcefully. “We want you to join us at Club X next Saturday night, and I want you to keep coming back to Final Fantasy to lose your breasts over and over again. Hopefully you will continue to bring a variety of your heroine friends each time.”

“Now that answers my next question,” Wanda chortled. “You know we have a tissue regenerator, and that the next time you see us we will again be sporting breasts. How did you ever find out about that? Also, you announced that Bonita had lost the lottery and earned her final fantasy on the back of a Jessica, before looking at the number on the disk you had pulled from the drawing barrel. How?”

“I’m sorry, Wanda,” Bill Jennings said in a quivering voice as he shook his head, “I can tell you about what happened here and now…that’s all. Anything I know from the history books is off limits. It could easily lead to my history and your future being changed. Even your 21^st Century scientists knew not to risk that.”

“Very well,” Wanda said tersely. “You say you want us to come to Club X next Saturday night, after which we would be visiting Final Fantasy yet again. How can I be sure that Sue and I, and possibly Janet, wouldn’t be recognized? Also, how can I be sure my friends won’t be targeted, and forced unfairly to risk their lives at Club X? Sue and I were most certainly targeted here at Final Fantasy tonight. It certainly isn’t an accident that Ted and then Tyler poached our breasts, and that you yourself took advantage of me in a vulnerable moment.”

“While nothing is ever certain,” Mr. Jennings said softly, “my customers change at a very rapid pace, because most of them lose the assets needed to enjoy my establishment after only a few visits. Also, as you’ve witnessed tonight, my waitresses don’t tend to stay with me long. However, if someone did claim to recognize you and said that you had lost your breasts in a previous visit, I would simply tell them they were wrong, and that would be the end of it; that comes with being the owner here. As for Club X, I expect you will be taking risks, possibly including your lives, but I guarantee that you will be treated fairly and not be asked to do more or less than any other girl, papered or otherwise, would be asked to do.”

“Good answers all, Mr. Jennings,” Wanda said with a genuine smile. “I will sincerely try to get my friends to come with me to Club X next Saturday night. You will be there?”

“You bet I will,” Bill Jennings laughed. “I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”

“Make sure you slip me the address before we leave,” quipped Wanda, before asking thoughtfully. “I couldn’t count on a ride from Club X to Final Fantasy a few hours after we arrive, could I?

“It would be my pleasure, Scarlet Witch,” Bill Jennings replied with the broadest of smiles. Just then, moans could be heard from the booths as the other four girls that had entered the Game room reached their final minute.

“Oh!” Wanda spat nervously, “darn, time flies and my friends will be worried about me. I hope we get to talk again.”

“Wait!” Mr, Jennings exhorted quickly. “One last thing. Ideas for debreasting methods!”

Wanda Maximoff laughed loudly, before answering the nightclub owner, “Well, I don’t know if this would work in a booth, but how about breast suspension. I was once hanged by my breasts by the Hangman, and I found the pain, fear, and sense of helplessness to be quite delicious! Maybe you could fit the inside of the rope with lasers of something, so that the breasts could be severed, after the girl hangs from them for a while, instead of merely choked and stretched.”

“Yes!” Bill Jennings screamed in jubilation. “Thick razor-wire cored plastic; a type of plastic that evaporates suddenly after a certain time period. The girl hangs for a while and then suddenly has the wire pulled up through her breasts, removing them. Maybe an alternate lottery, where she also has a rope around her neck. Many girls would love to go out of this world while dancing on air!”

Wanda laughed again, and then chortled, “Okay, one more, and then you’ll have to ask at the end of the night when next we meet for more ideas. In the 20^th Century a type of sausage that was called hot dogs was cooked using electricity. The device was called a hot dogger, I believe. You could do it with breasts. Just insert thin needle sharp electrodes into the base of the breasts, say at the debreasting portals, and then attach a current generating clip to her the girl’s nipples. How fast her breasts are hot dogged depends on the amount of current running through the nipple clips.”

“Easily done, and better than the broiler,” My Jennings quipped. “The kitchen side player could still take possession of the breasts with the help of heat resistant non-conductive gloves. Great ideas, Wanda Maximoff, and I will pick your brain again when next we meet!”

Wanda smiled, and walked from Mr. Jennings office to put on her shorts, just as the girls in the booths stopped moaning as their bacon traps set them free. Wanda walked quickly out of the Game room and to the trash can that contained Tammy’s shorts and Sue’s bikini top, and dropped her own top in to join them. Then she walked back to Janet and Sue at their table.

“Well, what was going on inside your booth while you were being debreasted?” Janet demanded as Wanda sat down and took a long drink of Lactic Blaster. “Also, what took so long, after you were pulled from the booth? Spill it, Wanda!”

“Yes,” Sue said more softly, “it’s your turn to tell us about being debreasted. Mr. Roberts looked positively stunned as he carried your bacon to the kitchen. Our demeanor seems to be making quite an impression on these people. Other than a whole bunch of forced orgasms, you did yourself proud, Miss Maximoff!”

Wanda giggled loudly, before replying, “Okay, you got back at me for the forced climax quip I used earlier on you, Sue. I also can say that not all of my orgasms were brought on by the pleasure beam. Bill Jennings had sex with me while I was in the booth…twice even! Bill and I had a discussion about our invitation to Club X next Saturday night after he bandaged me. That caused my delayed return to you here at our table.”

“Hang on a minute,” Janet spat shrilly. “Did you just say Final Fantasy’s owner had sex with you…twice…while you were stuck in that bacon trap waiting to get your balloons popped? Very nicely popped, by the way.” Janet then cupped her breasts and chortled, “Look at Janet’s puppies, girls! I’m now the biggest breasted heroine at this table!”

Sue giggled and then waggled her finger at Janet as she chided her tablemate, “You’re just jealous of our booblessness, aren’t you Janet. You should get in there and get your own tits popped,” Sue said, nodding to ‘The Wall’ door, “after Wanda finishes telling us about her experience. Here’s the pointed question, Wanda. Did Mr. Jennings rape you, or was it consensual, and if it was consensual…how in the heck did you manage to arrange that?”

Wanda blushed beet red as she answered in a quivering voice, “It was going to happen whether I consented or not, so I traded sex for the safety of her boobs.” Wanda nodded to Sally who just stepped through ‘The Wall’ door and raced over to the heroines’ table. Wanda stood and accepted a hug from the girl, before saying softly, “See, Sally, all it takes is a brave heart, and things work out for the best!”

“Miss Wanda,” Sally said sweetly, “don’t try to gloss things over. I heard what you did for me, and I can’t thank you enough. I’m sorry for your own loss. Can I get you anything?”

Wanda laughed, and then said truthfully, “It was nothing, Sally. I wanted to be debreasted, so I won not lost. And I actually enjoyed having the company in my booth as I waited for it to happen. However, another round of Lactic Blasters would be greatly appreciated.”

“Okay, if you say so,” Sally giggled, “although I must say, it didn’t sound like you enjoyed getting your ass sodomized! I’ll have a fresh round of drinks for you momentarily.”

“You were sodomized…ass raped…as you were debreasted?” Janet said incredulously. “I know for a fact that you hate having that done to you. Let me at Bill Jennings…I’ll make him pay!”

“It’s spunky heroine time!” Sue said laughing as she looked at Janet before turning back to Wanda. “The question is, field trip leader, did you enjoy your debreasting in spite of the pain? And would you do it yet again?”

Wanda blushed yet again as she struggled to answer the question in a way Sue would understand, “Sue…if I could grow a new set of breasts…right here and now…I would be back in one of those booths in a heartbeat. Furthermore…I’m hoping you’ll join me here next Saturday…after we spend a couple of hours at Club X…my debt to Tyler and Ted for vouchsafing Sally’s boobs.”

“I’ll think about it,” Sue said softly. “I’m not as sure that I’m only going to do this just once as I proclaimed at the start of the night, and I would like to see those sexually sadistic games at Club X, but I’m not sure I’m willing to put myself and my friends at that level of risk.”

Just then, Sally arrived with the new round of drinks. The three heroines drained the glasses from their previous round of drinks, so that Sally could take those glasses with her, back to the bar. As Sally placed the empty glasses on her tray and turned to leave, Janet suddenly asked, “Hey, Sally, is that your butcher, Candace, about ready to enter the Game room with those two other girls? I didn’t think Final Fantasy’s staff would volunteer willingly to risk donating their breasts!”

Sally nodded and replied softly, “Yes, Miss Janet, that is Candace, the Butcher. She usually takes a beam break about this time every night. She’ll set her window on two-way transparency so that everyone will know who she is. She’ll make it through safely; butchers don’t have to be Grade A’s to work here, so if anyone poaches her breasts, they’ll have to worry about the ramifications if they ever screw up and get sent into the kitchen to be live butchered. No one pisses off a butcher!” Sally then hurried off to the kitchen, where she hoped to hide until her shift as potential menu item was finally over.

“Hey,” Sue whispered urgently, “Tyler and Ted are going to activate the random generator again. It looks like either Doris or jailbait is going to join Candace in the Game room. Jailbait doesn’t look too happy about gambling for a turn in a bacon trap!”

“Actually, I was watching their table earlier, when Tyler returned the table after depositing Wanda’s breast bacon with the kitchen,” Janet whispered. “The men seemed to be explaining Club X and the games they play there to the girl. She seemed to be extremely frightened, and not at all turned on about what she was hearing. I think Tyler is going to be missing Cynthia more than he thought!”

“Well, the random generator has stopped, and the lighted arrow is pointing to Doris,” Wanda observed. “If Tyler was hoping to teach his new girl how to risk herself in sexually oriented games, it didn’t work!”

“Look,” Sue said excitedly, “Doris is stripping right there at the reserved table just as Cynthia did earlier. Errr…has it been more than an hour since one of us played on the kitchen side of the booths?”

“It has for me,” Janet whispered emotionally, “but they won’t get me to arrange for Doris’s divorce. I’m going to join her in the Game room! It’s time I got my breast reduction treatment!”

“Wait, Janet,” Wanda whispered emphatically, “look, Tyler has gone to the food ordering station, and is talking to Sally as Doris is stripping. That small device she handed him is a sort of a phone. Look…he handed it back to her after saying something into it, and Sally is using the phone to talk to whoever Mr. Roberts called. Now, Sally is headed to the Game room.”

As Sally walked past the heroines’ table on the way to the Game room, Janet declared, “Whatever, that’s their business! I’m going to take my turn in the booth.”

Sally stopped in her tracks, stepped back to Janet and whispered into her ear, “Sit back down, Miss Janet! If you go into the Game room now, you will be debreasted, but even if that is your goal, you will find the experience somewhat less than satisfying.” Then Sally walked quickly to ‘The Wall’ door where Mr. Jennings now stood. Sally pointed at the huge breasts of Candace in booth 3, and watched Mr. Jennings shrug before she walked back into the kitchen.

“Look,” Sue whispered excitedly as Doris, clad in panties walked past Mr. Jennings and into the Game room, “Tyler is back at the reserved table, and after grabbing the redhead’s wrist, he is pointing at ‘The Wall’ door.” All three heroines watched as the young girl shook her head with fear-filled eyes, and then observed Mr. Roberts point to the Jessica machine near the door. The redhead quickly stripped and rushed into the Game room, dumped her panties, and hurried to take the last empty booth, booth 5.

“Wow!” Janet said with a confused look on her face. “I wonder how Sally knew Mr. Roberts was going to do that? She said I would be debreasted if I went into the Game room, but wouldn’t enjoy the experience. I guess she meant one of the men would take my tits in punishment for sparing the redhead.”

“I don’t think that’s what she meant, Janet,” Wanda whispered softly nodding at Sally who stood behind the kitchen counter with a large basket at her feet. “Remember when Aimee told us the girl on potential menu item duty sometimes had to harvest bacon from the debreasting portals, if the kitchen ever ran short of supplies?”

“Oh my God!” Sue spat. “Mr. Roberts has arranged to have both women at the reserved table debreasted. Good, heck, Janet. Your breasts could have been just one of five sets getting popped all at once. That’s what Sally meant about your not finding the experience satisfying.”

Janet looked stunned, “Crap, I almost blew my chance at showing how to do it right! Remind me to thank Sally for the warning.”

Once she was sure the two women from the reserved table had entered their debreasting options, Sally picked up her basket and headed for the debreasting portals. All five of the women in the bacon traps could be heard complaining, swearing, or pleading, the minute Sally and her basket came into view. Candace’s timer had the least amount of time left, so Sally punched the button on booth 3 first. She didn’t even pause to check the debreasting options; she hit booth 2 next, followed by booth 1. Then she moved to Doris’s debreasting portals at booth 4 and hit her debreast button, followed by jailbait Lorrie’s debreast button at booth 5.

As all five girls in the bacon traps started moaning in pleasure, Sally finally started looking at the selected debreasting options to figure out which set she would be collecting first. Sally had played this role before—she knew this could easily turn into a Chinese fire drill!

“Look,” Janet cried, “the girl in booth one must have chosen lasers from above on the fastest speed. Her medium sized pair will be the first in Sally’s basket!”

“Janet’s right,” proclaimed Sue, “and this is going to be interesting. The devices rising and lowering towards Candace’s monster balloons have to be the mashers that Sharon described.”

“Right,” agreed Wanda, “ and those portal sized cylinders that just popped out of the kitchen side wall at booth 2, and are moving inward to toward the small breasts there have to be the blenders! If Doris or Lorrie has chosen slicers, Janet will have had her wish fulfilled. We’ll have seen all of the currently available debreasting methods.”

“No joy there, Wanda,” Janet spat with disappointment. “Doris followed Cynthia’s example and picked the circular saw, and jailbait picked snippers…you can already see the horizontal blade at the top of her breasts.”

The heroines watched as Sally quickly held her basket under the mid-sized swooping breasts protruding through the portals at booth 1 as the girl inside’s moans of pleasure became screams of pain and fear as the laser started cutting downward into her flesh. Lorrie’s screams of horror from booth 5 as the sharp snipper blades began to cut into the top and bottom of her breasts soon turned the song coming from the dance floor into a duet of fear-filled screams backed by a chorus of pleasure filled moans. Then there were orgasmic sighs from booth 1 as the laser beam finished its work and the girl’s breasts dropped into Sally’s basket. Sally pirouetted as she heard climatic sighs from booth 5, and raced over to catch Lorrie’s perfect D cups half way to the floor in her basket after her snipper blades had fully converged. Sally glanced to debreasting portals at booth 2, where the girl behind the one-way window had began screaming in pain simultaneously with Doris in booth 4. The waitress made a quick decision, and held her basket below Doris’s perfect set of C cups, and waited for them to drop free as Doris screamed first in pain as the circular saw made quick work of her melons from below, and then in orgasm as her boobs became bacon when the saw finished its work. Sally then set her basket on the floor and raced to booth 2, where a whirring sound could be heard as the rotating blades within the blender processed the breasts within the cylinders, turning the girl’s flesh into a liquefied paste. Soon the girl in booth 2 began sighing in orgasm, and then there was a clicking sound as a mechanism in the booth slid round caps between the cylinders and the debreasted girl’s chest to prevent her minced breast meat from spilling. Sally took the cylinders as they were released from their positioning brackets, and then turned to booth 3

The waitress sighed loudly in relief as she finally caught a break. Candace had set her masher on slow, and the base of the device, a flat surface with draining holes in it and a catchment pan underneath, had just raised high enough to cause the butcher’s huge, slightly drooping, double D cups to pillow on its surface. The masher from above was still inches above the massive breasts and dropping slowly. Candace could be heard issuing one continuous sigh of climax as the girls in the other booths were being pulled free to be bandaged. Then the butcher grunted in surprise, and perhaps in a bit of fear, as she felt cold steel atop her monster balloons. Her moans of pleasure began to progressively carry a texture of fear and discomfort as her knockers were slowly deformed flatter and flatter. Then she screamed in terror as mind-numbing, excruciating pain exuded from the base of her boobs as the skin there gave way to tear free from her chest. Candace’s pain-filled screams continued as her breasts became pancakes and then liquid mush to drain into the pan underneath the lower surface of the masher’s anvil. Only then did the butcher issue the long mournful erotic moan that spoke orgasmic climax, before she was pulled from her booth to be bandaged. Sally quickly placed both blender cylinders in her basket, before taking the catchment pan from under the ‘anvil’ at booth 3 to hold it under her right arm. She picked up the basket with her left hand and started towards the kitchen.

“Waitress,” a tall black girl on the dance floor called out, “the booths are empty, take…”

“Silence!” Mr. Roberts commanded. “If you customers don’t mind, I would like to play a little game, which I think you will all find most interesting, on the dance floor. So give us some room.” Then he looked straight at the black girl who had been obviously about to tell Sally to fill a booth, “And if you do mind, I’ll hear your complaints from the back of a Jessica.” The dance floor quickly cleared of customers.

Tyler Roberts then turned to Sally, who had just deposited five girl’s donations at the food ordering station at the bar. “Miss…Sally isn’t it…could you arrange for four stools to be placed under noose stations 1 through 4?”

“Yes Sir, Mr. Roberts!” Sally answered quickly with a look of fear on her face. She was wondering if her breasts had just been saved again, or if she was about to be murdered. Then she looked apologetically at Candace as the frowning butcher walked back into the kitchen sporting large white bandages. The girls from booths 1 and 2 were also returning to their tables in a similar condition.

Sally quickly brought out the stools, two at a time, as Doris and Lorrie, sporting frowns and white circular bandages, rejoined the men at the reserved table. The men quickly handed the, now debreasted, women, who had came with them to Final Fantasy, full glasses of Lactic Blaster and encouraged them to drink. Then they turned and smiled broadly as Sally flicked four switches on the east wall of the dance floor and four hangman’s nooses dropped from hidden compartments in Final Fantasy’s ceiling.

“Sue!” Wanda whispered with a desperate tone to her voice, “I think you and I are about to be hanged along with Doris and Lorrie. Whatever you do…don’t fight the rope…if you air dance, you die. Just try to hang limply and wait for the timer to expire.”

“We’re going to be hanged?” Sue gasped in obvious horror. “But why…what have we done…to deserve…”

“Nothing…nothing at all!” Wanda spat. “The men just want to have fun with us…as they try to murder their women. Keep your head…you’re a heroine…you’ve been in danger before. Don’t fight the rope!”

“Shit!” Janet spat, and then held her tongue. She knew there was a fifth noose, just as there were five debreasting booths.

“Let me have your hands, behind your back, Doris,” Ted Stevens ordered his wife as she stared in horror at the nooses dangling above the dance floor. She immediately complied, and asked softly, “Is this to be to the death, or for the length of the dice roll?”

“The dice role…three dice summed,” Ted answered softly as he tied his wife’s hands. “Take your perch on the far stool!” He smiled as Doris, ashen faced, immediately complied.

“Your turn, Lorrie,” Tyler Roberts commanded, looking at the girl who had hoped to become papered, before she had learned of the dangerous games she was going to be expected to play, “hands behind your back, or I’ll have you killed outright.” The terrified girl immediately complied, gasping in fear as her hands were secured behind her slim waist. “Stand on the stool, just this side of Doris,” Tyler said nodding toward the dance floor. And then he turned towards the heroines’ table. “Two more volunteers to join our dates in a dance? How about it, Wanda Maximoff and Susan Richards?”

“That is an offer we just can’t refuse,” Wanda called back from the heroines’ table, took a long drink of Lactic Blaster, and rose to her feet. “Come on Sue, let’s show those girls how to play the hangman game!”

A pallid Sue Richards rose to join her auburn-haired friend, to walk to the reserved table, where Wanda pushed her before Ted Stevens before the auburn-haired beauty turned to present her own wrists, crossed behind her back, to Tyler Roberts. Soon, both heroines’ hands were secured behind their backs. “Take a stool,” Tyler Roberts commanded, and watched as the girls started towards the dance floor. “Mrs. Van Dyne, I can arrange for another stool…if you’re feeling left out!”

“No thanks, Mr. Roberts,” Janet said with a laugh, “I’d rather watch those two dance on air from here. Besides, I still haven’t managed to get my tits popped, and I would never forgive myself if I croaked before I managed that!”

Tyler Roberts roared in laughter, before announcing loudly, “Damn I love the honesty your table is imbued with. I truly believe you will enjoy watching your friends swing at the end of ropes, and that you would willingly join them if your breasts had already been poached.”

Bill Jennings walked out of the Game room to stand before the four debreasted women in the middle of the dance floor perched on the small stools facing the debreasting portals wearing either bikini bottoms or panties. He winked at Wanda and then turned to Tyler Roberts, and quipped sarcastically, “Surely, Tyler, you’re not thinking of letting these girls dance with their fillets covered? That would be indecent!”

“No, Bill, you’re right…that would be indecent…and yes I know they are facing the wrong direction,” Tyler chortled loudly. “Face the front of the room, girls! Mr. Jennings’ customers deserve to see your faces and your fillets as you dance on air.” As all four girls did as they were instructed, and faced the kitchen side of the dance floor. “Sally, we need four short lengths of rope or cord, to tie to the bottom of the stools. Could you manage to fetch them for me?”

“Yes, Mr. Roberts,” Sally said quickly in her usual sweet tone. “I’ll be right back with them!” Then the waitress scampered into the kitchen.

Tyler then stood in front of Wanda, gazed deeply into her gleaming blue eyes, and then proceeded to pull her rose colored bikini bottoms down her long legs to her feet. “Right foot up,” he commanded sternly. As he pulled the bottoms away from the auburn-haired beauty’s foot as she complied with his instruction, he said, “Now your left.” After the girl again complied and the bottoms were free of her lithe athletic form, Mr. Roberts wadded up the clothing and threw it at Janet who caught the cloth and deposited it on the heroines’ table. “On your tippy toes, Wanda,” Tyler commanded with a broad smile after pushing the noose over the auburn-haired heroine’s head, and then nodded to Ted who stood by the wall switches. “Take up the slack, Ted.” With the flick of a switch, Wanda felt the rope pull upwards and begin to support her weight as Mr. Roberts pulled the noose knot tight and positioned it firmly against the side of her neck.

Mr. Roberts then stepped to the right to stare into Sue’s fear-filled blue eyes, before pulling her sky blue bikini bottoms down her shapely legs, and commanded, “Lift your right foot…now your left.” He then tossed Sue’s clothing to Janet, where it soon found its place on the table beside Wanda’s bottoms. Meanwhile, Sally had returned with four three-foot long cords. Tyler pointed to a notch on the bottom front leg of Wanda’s stool, and commanded, “Sally, tie one cord to each stool just there, and stretch the cords out on the floor.” Then he turned back to the blonde heroine before him, pushed the circle of rope over her head, tightened her noose knot, and ordered, “On your tippy toes, Sue.” As the girl complied, he nodded to Ted, who used a second wall switch to pull the blonde’s rope taut.

Tyler then stepped to his right, to stand before Lorrie. He stared up into her tear-filled green eyes as he hooked his thumbs into to top sides of her pink panties. “Please…don’t hang me…I don’t want to die!” the girl pleaded as she sobbed in obvious terror.

“You are going to hang, Lorrie,” Tyler answered softly, “but whether you live or die depends on the role of the dice and your own ability to control your fear.” Mr. Roberts then dragged the girl’s panties down her legs, forced her right foot up, pulled the clothing off of it, forced her left foot up, and pulled the clothing article free of her quivering form. He tossed the underwear towards the reserved table and then placed the noose around redhead’s neck and tightened its knot. “On your toes, girl,” Tyler commanded and then he watched as Ted used a third switch to take up the slack in this rope as the girl complied.

Tyler stepped to the right again, and pulled Doris’s white panties down to her ankles, the brown-eyed blond quickly stepped twice to free the clothing from her form and watched complacently as Tyler tossed her underwear towards their table. As soon as her husband’s best friend had placed and tightened the noose around her neck, she rose to her toes and watched as her husband took up her rope’s slack, and then walked over to the middle of the dance floor to stand before her. “Nervous, darling?” Ted asked softly.

“I am, Ted,” Doris answered honestly, “because you haven’t rolled the dice yet, so I don’t know how long I have to dangle while dancing on air. However, it doesn’t really matter for me does it? If I survive this, I’ll end up at a conversion facility to be live butchered like Cynthia, won’t I?”

“I love you, Doris,” Ted Stevens said truthfully, “I always will.” Then the man lied, “I truly haven’t decided what will happen when we leave Final Fantasy.”

“Okay, ladies,” Tyler Roberts said with a chuckle in his voice, “here is the way this game is going to be played. Ted will roll three dice, and the summed number from the faces pointing to the ceiling will be how long in minutes that you will hang. Once your dance is over, you will be lowered to the floor, and one spit will be brought to my table for every girl who isn’t conscious. We will then wait for the same length in minutes before hand spitting each unconscious girl, after laying her on my table, in the reverse order of the nooses being tightened. Once a spit draws blood, the spitting will continue even if you wake up in the middle of it. May you dance long and strong!”

“Okay, here is the dice roll,” Ted Stevens chortled as he pulled three dice from his pocket and rolled them on the floor. “A three and two deuces, you dance for seven minutes, girls. Now those ropes are thinner than the ones we use at Club X, but you all still have a good chance of surviving this dance, especially without the weight of your breasts.” Ted reached down and picked up the dice with his right hand, and the free end of the rope attached to Doris’s stool leg with his left hand.

Tyler Roberts bent down and picked up the free end of Lorrie’s stool rope, and then turned to Bill Jennings, and quipped, “You’re going to do Wanda, I bet.” The owner of Final Fantasy nodded and picked up the free end of the auburn-haired heroine’s stool rope. “That leaves Sue’s rope for you, Sally,” Tyler said nodding at the redheaded waitress, and then as he watched her start to shake her head, he nodded at the Jessica near ‘The Wall’ door. Sally immediately snatched up the free end of Sue’s stool rope. Tyler grinned, as he said slowly, “We all pull when I say three, and if your pull is delayed for even a fraction of a second Sally, you will ride a Jessica! Do any of you girls want to say anything before I start counting? It might be your last chance!”

“Yes, I do,” Wanda Maximoff said and then laughed. “I say, get on with it, my toes are getting tired!”

Tyler Roberts glanced at each of the other girls and then said, “One!” Each of the stool ropes were pulled tight to take up the slack. “Two!” Four would be hangmen, one of them a reluctant waitress, cocked their bodies and got ready to pull. “Three!” There was a clatter as the stools were snatched forwards, and the creaking sound of ropes being pulled tight.

Janet gasped in horror from the heroines’ table where she sat alone. Tyler Roberts and Ted Stevens had really done it. They were hanging her friends along with their women. Janet knew that seven minutes would seem like an eternity at the end of one of those ropes. However, she also knew that Wanda had probably dangled longer during her final session on that day with Arcade, while she waited for Janet to perform fellatio on the three men put before her at the villain’s request.

Janet shook her head in amazement as she watched the three men stand laughing before the four strangling girls, Sally having already left to return to the bar and but on her bottoms as a tall Grade A black girl stripped off her own shorts as she became the at-risk waitress. She watched as Lorrie began kicking, desperately seeking a surface that would help her remove gravity’s pull on her slender neck, evidently unaware that each jerky movement would only serve to tighten the noose around her throat. Wanda on the other hand dangled with her body limp, trying to concentrate on not letting her neck be compressed. Sue and Doris, also seemed to be fighting to remain still, at least for the moment.

Over at the dance floor, Wanda was indeed struggling to keep her neck muscles tight. Her head was pounding from the headache that always accompanied the initial minute or so of a hanging. All she could do was wait; wait for time to pass until she was released from the noose, or until she died. She could hear Lorrie already kicking on the other side of Sue. She knew one girl would surely be spitted at the end of this brutal ‘Hangman’ game.

Sue was also suffering from the terrible noose-induced headache. She could tell that Wanda was hanging beside her, perfectly still. Sue tried to emulate her friend, but she could also sense Lorrie desperately dancing on the other side of her. Every instinct cried out to Sue, telling her to do the same—to find footing, somehow!

Janet watched in horror and amazement as Lorrie danced desperately, causing her rope to sway wildly and her form to twist from side to side. The young redhead kicked for over three minutes before her body finally went limp. Then Doris, who undoubtedly realized her tablemate was actually dying at the end of the rope beside her, began her own desperate dance seeking release from the rope that was tightening around her neck.

Janet looked at Wanda with pride, as she saw the auburn-haired beauty was still hanging quietly from her own rope. Janet felt sure her friend would make it through this life-threatening ordeal.

Sue, could hear Tyler and Ted talking as she hung from the end of her terrible rope, and she didn’t like what she was hearing. “Look,” Tyler said with a loud chuckle, “my date is defecating on herself. That is a sure sign she is dead.”

“Yes,” Ted concurred softly, “I’ve never seen an air dancer wake up after doing that. That is the gross part of watching a filly hang. I like the erotic look of the air dancing, and the way their lower lips engorge with blood.” To make his point, Ted dragged his middle finger through the folds of first Sue’s and then Wanda’s sex. Sue reacted with a quick jerk; Wanda didn’t move.

Bill Jennings called back to the kitchen, “Can you get the clean-up crew out here to take care of my floor, and get this meat cleaned up. The club owner turned to Ted and said, “It’s the same reaction you get from a man. He gets an erection when he’s hanged, and he usually cums before he expires. I expect females usually orgasm as well. I never thought to ask if it is true, however.”

Janet nodded as she listened to the men talk. She knew that a girl usually did climax at the end of the rope, after her labial lips and clitoris became engorged with blood, but usually only after she decided she was about to die, or knew for sure she was about to be released from the noose around her neck. She looked at her watch. The women had been hanging for nearly five minutes. She looked back out to the dance floor just as Doris stopped kicking, and hung limply from her rope.

Janet thought Sue must have sensed Doris surrender to the noose, for her blonde friend suddenly started kicking wildly. This worried the spunky heroine. There wasn’t much time left, but two minutes was plenty of time to die in.

Sue’s befuddled brain was in a state of panic as she struggled for something solid to put her feet on. Then the climax hit her, and she felt herself dance even more wildly on air.

Wanda could hear Sue flailing desperately at the end of the rope beside her. It seemed like they had been dangling for an eternity. She hoped that their time was almost up, because her blonde friend wouldn’t last long now that she had given into the rope and started fighting it. Then she felt her own climax, and couldn’t stop her own feet from dancing on air. ‘Sue and I are going to die!’ Wanda thought.

“Thirty seconds left, Ted,” Bill Jennings warned. “Get over to the switches, and get ready to lower these girls, sows, or meat to the floor.”

Janet watched in horror as Sue’s form suddenly stopped moving too and dangled limply from the end of her rope. Wanda was still air dancing, however, as Mr. Jennings declared “Time”, and then set his watch to measure the seven minutes before the spitting would start.

Janet held her breath as the girls’ forms were lowered to the floor, and then smiled as she watched Wanda sit up to look at Sue lying limply beside her. Janet’s eyes filled with tears, as she realized she may have lost another friend to the 41^st Century.

Wanda rose unsteadily to her feet, and held her tied hands before Bill Jennings, saying softly, “A little help, if you could, Bill.” When her hands were freed, she rubbed her chaffed neck for a moment before kneeling besides Sue to rub the blonde’s neck. She could feel a pulse, but with someone that has been hanged, you could never be sure they would wake back up until they did. Often the brain was killed while the heart kept on working. “Wake up, Sue,” Wanda urged as she rubbed the cheeks of her friend’s face.

“Could we get three spits over to my table?” Tyler Roberts asked, addressing no one in particular. He smiled as three girls rushed over, each carrying six-foot-long spears. Then he felt Lorrie’s neck and announced, “This one is definitely meat! There’s no reason to wait seven more minutes before spitting her. Give me a hand, Ted.” Ted took Lorrie’s arms as Tyler took her legs, and the men lifted her form to carry her over and place her face up on the reserved table. Tyler smiled at Ted as he asked, “Do you want to push or position?”

“I’ll position, Tyler,” Ted answered with a laugh, “seeing as you are already on the pushing end of the meat.” He then bent the redhead’s neck, until he judged her mouth was lined up with her throat.

Tyler took one of the long spits that had been leaned against one of the empty chairs, and carefully pressed the pointed end of the skewer between the girl’s puffy labial lips and started sliding the steel into her vagina. It wasn’t long before Mr. Roberts efforts met with some resistance, and he actually had to work to keep the spit moving up the girl’s body cavity.

“I can see her throat bulge, Tyler,” Ted suddenly announced a few minutes later. “It’s time to slow down and finish the job right. It wouldn’t do to have the spit exit anywhere other than between the meat’s teeth.”

“Right,” Tyler said in agreement, and began pushing carefully. “Let me know when I can stop worrying.”

Seconds later, Ted said, “Okay, I can see the tip of the spit. Ease it slowly forward and I’ll make the needed adjustment here until it’s through her teeth, and all we have to do is center her.” Soon the spit was between the redhead’s perfect teeth and she was centered on the giant skewer. Then the men turned the body over, tied her feet and hands above the spit, inserted the stabilizer into her ass, and attached the stabilizer to the spit.

“Could we get the pit attendants to take this meat out to the barbecue pits?” Tyler Roberts asked loudly. He walked over and fingered Doris’s neck, before announcing, “Well, I think this one has a weak pulse. How much time left before we can start a spit through her?”

“She has three minutes left,” Mr. Jennings proclaimed loudly, “and there could be a case made for giving her another three minutes. The time it took you boys to hand spit the redhead. Technically we should have waited until the waiting time was over before doing her, even though she was dead.”

“I don’t let technicalities bother me much, Bill,” Tyler Roberts chortled. Then he turned to Ted, “Let’s get your wife up on the table, now that it’s been cleared so that she is ready for a spit when the waiting time is up.” Once again, Ted took a girl’s arms as Tyler took her feet, and they soon had Doris face up on the reserved table.

Meanwhile, Wanda was still rubbing Sue’s neck and cheeks, while periodically pleading with her blonde friend to wake up. She could see that Sue’s color was returning to normal, and that she was breathing easily, but the girl still hadn’t moved her limbs.

“Time?” Tyler asked impatiently, looking at Bill Jennings. He wanted to get on with another spitting.

“It just reached seven minutes since the girls hit the floor after being hanged,” Bill Jennings said softly. He thought of mentioning the additional three minutes it should have taken to spit the redhead, but decided to let it go. After all, Doris was the last to be noosed and therefore would have been the first to be spitted anyhow.

“It’s your wife, Ted,” Tyler pointed out as he grinned at his friend. “Maybe you should do the pushing this time.”

“No thanks,” Ted said softly with sadness in his voice. “I’ll position again.”

“Okay, have it your way,” Tyler chortled as he picked up one of the two remaining spits and pressed its tip between Doris’s puffy labial lips and then pushed it into her vagina. Seconds later, he felt the spit tip hit the expected resistance at Doris’s cervix; Tyler pushed hard, and soon the spit tip was in the woman’s lower abdomen.

“Owe! SHIT!” Doris suddenly screamed in pain and popped her head up to see what was happening to her. “What the…! Hey, get that spear out of me! I’m alive…I made it through the hanging alive.”

Tyler looked at Ted and shook his head. “There is already more than 18 inches of metal in her.”

Ted looked down to his wife, pushed her back down to the table top, and kissed her upside down mouth, before whispering with a quivering voice, “I’m sorry, my love. The spit is already too far in. We’re going to have to finish hand spitting you. At least you’ll get to feel the warmth of the coals as you live roast instead of the sharp edge of a knife as you are live butchered.”

“Well both of those options really blow,” Doris declared angrily. “However, from the pain in my belly, I would say you are right…you might as well finish spitting me!”

Ted nodded to Tyler who went back to work, pushing the spit further into Doris with a grunt. Doris grimaced, and began crying from the pain as she was impaled, and her body quivered in fear of dying. She didn’t plead or complain, however. She understood that the spit in her belly made her a sow; a sow that would soon be meat.

It took another two minutes, but then Ted recognized the familiar bulge at his wife’s throat. “Take it slow again, Tyler,” Ted quickly urged. “Let’s see if we can get the spitting done right two times in a row. I think you need to pull up on your end, just slightly, before you push it another inch up her throat.”

“Okay, I’ll give that a try, Ted,” Tyler replied as he pulled up and pushed. “How does that look?”

“Good!” Ted said softly. “I think the alignment is back to perfect.” Ted tipped Doris’s head backwards to align her mouth with her throat and said, “Give her another inch.”

Tyler did, and then he watched Ted nod. He pushed again, sliding in another inch of skewering metal.

“Okay,” Ted said with obvious satisfaction, “I can see the spit tip now. Let’s finish her off and get her out to the coals.” A minute later, Doris was centered and secured to the six-foot spit. “We need the pit attendants again,” Ted said loudly and then kissed his wife’s forehead. “Don’t worry! You’re going to taste great, sweetheart!” Then Ted and Tyler walked back to the dance floor where Wanda was still trying to wake up Sue.

“She just moved her fingers a moment ago,” Wanda said shrilly to the men as they approached, tears streaming down her ashen face. “You need to give her a few more minutes to recover.”

“We can’t do that, Wanda,” Tyler said authoritatively. “It wouldn’t be fair to the other girls who have played this game and lost if we changed the rules just for you or Sue. Get her arms, Ted.”

Wanda watched in bitter disappointment as the two men lifted her blonde friend’s body from the floor and carried her towards the reserved table just as Doris’s spitted body had been lifted and she began her journey towards the barbecue pits. Soon Sue’s back was on the reserved table, and Tyler was reaching for the final spit. Wanda had followed the men as they had carried her friend to their table, and was now standing next to Sue’s left leg. The auburn-haired heroine watched with horror-filled eyes as Tyler carefully positioned the tip of his spear between Sue’s labial lips and pushed it forward, one inch and then another. As Mr. Roberts pushed the thick spit two more inches into the lithe heroine’s body, there was a sudden “Huh!” from the table and Wanda looked up from the spit in her friends sex to see Sue’s head up off the table and her blue eyes widened with fear as she saw the spit at the apex of her legs.

“Stop immediately, Tyler!” Wanda screamed. “Sue is fully conscious. She made it through your hanging game!”

“Well, technically,” Tyler chortled, “the spit is in the girl. Ted and I should finish her off like we did with Doris.”

“There are only four inches of metal in her vagina, and you know it, Tyler,” Wanda said in a threatening tone. “She takes more penetration than that every time she has intercourse. Besides, your stated rule was, and I repeat this exactly word for word, ‘once a spit draws blood, the spitting will continue even if you wake up in the middle of it’. Every person here knows that that spit is in too shallow to have drawn Sue’s blood. And just so you know…I do let important technicalities bother me much.”

Just then, Bill Jennings cleared his throat as he stared at Tyler Roberts. Tyler nodded slowly and then withdrew the spit from Sue’s sex. “Wanda is right, Ted. Rules are rules. Why don’t you be a gentleman and help Sue to her chair. Then we will go watch your wife squirm over the coals.” Tyler then handed the unused spit to the pit attendants who had just returned to the reserved table expecting to carry one more sow to the coals.

Chapter 14. Janet Gives Her All

After Ted had helped Sue to her chair, and Wanda had also taken a seat, Janet handed each girl her bikini bottoms and whispered softly, “Put those on! It would be a crying shame if someone purchased one of your exposed fillets now. Are you okay Sue? Good heck! I thought we had lost you there!”

“I’m fine,” Sue said softly, “other than the fact that I can’t stop thinking about what it felt like to wake up with inch-and-a-half diameter sharply pointed steel being slowly inserted into my sex. I actually climaxed when I realized I was getting fucked by cold steel!”

“Oh my Lord, Sue,” Wanda cried out with widened eyes, “I hadn’t realized that. I hope you can put that out of your mind, and enjoy the rest of the night.”

“Oh, I will, Wanda,” Sue assured her friend with a quivering voice. Then the blonde heroine smiled and quipped, “However, if you ever hear rumors that I ask Reed to expand his penis into a sharply pointed pole and have him use it bang the back of my love canal as we engage in intercourse…well assume those rumors are likely true!” This brought laughter from all three heroines.

“Was that the first time you have been hanged, Sue?” Janet asked, locking eyes with the blonde heroine. “If so, you did quite well at keeping your nerve…for the first five minutes at least.”

“Yes,” Sue answered, the quiver returning to her voice, “that was my first time to dangle at the end of a rope. GOD! That was terrifying…and wonderfully exciting…both at the same time!”

Wanda nodded in agreement, “The noose-induced headache really blows, doesn’t it. Your headache is gone now, right, Sue?”

“Yes,” Sue said with a smile. “I had the most terrible migraine for a minute or two as I dangled helplessly. However, that quickly dissipated as I listened to Lorrie air dance beside me. Because you had already warned me, Wanda, that fighting the rope was exactly the wrong thing to do, I knew she was dying. That took my attention from my own discomfort.”

“I must say,” Janet said with a grin, “I was quite proud of both of you as you managed to keep your wits as you dangled. Well until the end…then I was horrified as first Sue started kicking…and then you as well, Wanda. What in heck were you two thinking?”

Both Sue and Wanda blushed from Janet’s obvious recrimination, but Sue answered first, “It was hard not to let my feet seek a solid surface from the minute the stool was pulled out from under me, but Wanda had warned me to try to accept the rope and hang limply. Then I heard Lorrie air dance for a while, and a short time later, although it seemed like an eternity, I heard a gurgling sound coming from her throat as her dancing stopped. I knew that was the sound of death, and evidently so did Doris, for that was when her dancing at the end of a rope began. I gradually became more and more desperate to have the pulling on my neck relieved. Then I felt someone run their fingers through my sex, as Doris’s dance ended, and I realized I was probably going to die. My dance started…I couldn’t help it…then I climaxed…that was the last I remember…until I woke up and realized I was being spitted…and climaxed again.”

“It was pretty much the same for me,” Wanda said softly. “It’s a lot easier to control yourself when you’re the only one at the end of a rope. In the middle of Sue’s dance, I thought we were both about to die, and then I had an orgasm, and found myself air dancing. Once your dance starts, there is nothing you can do to stop. I’ll do better the next time I’m at the end of a rope!”

“How do you know there will be a next time?” Janet chortled. “Never mind. I already know the answer to that. You’ll make sure there is a next time, because you like dangling helplessly at the end of that rope, don’t you, Wanda.”

Sue watched Wanda blush beet red, and then decided to answer for her. “I suspect you have Wanda pegged, Janet. There was something very erotic about being lynched. I have no doubt that I’ll put myself in the position of being hanged again. I just hope I don’t come so close to dying next time!”

“Now there is an honest answer,” Janet quipped with a broad smile. “Now why do you think the three of us would seek out a chance to dangle and then air dance with a rope around our necks?”

“Because we are superheroines,” all three girls chanted in unison, “which means we are pain sluts and sex whores who crave degradation!” The three girls laughed loudly and then drained the remnants of their Lactic Blasters.

Wanda waved to the bar, before turning back to her friends and saying, “I think we need one last round of drinks. You about ready for another try at getting your puppies knocked off, Janet?”

“You bet I am!” Janet assured her friends. “I’m going to do everything I can to make my boobs attractive to the bacon hunters this time. However, I think I need one more long pull at fermented milk to get myself ready for it. I don’t want to panic and let fear get to me like I did the first time.”

“You’ll do great, Janet,” Sue said in encouragement. “You don’t want to go in the Game room now, anyhow. The booths are empty, and it’s always nice to have some company as you play the game.”

Just then Sally showed up with three more Lactic Blasters. “Here you go girls.” The waitress said pleasantly. “Sue, I was so happy to see you wake up after your frightening hanging. I would have felt terrible if you had died, as I was the one who drug the stool out from under your feet.”

“Thanks for caring, Sally,” Sue said with a broad smile. “However, I can assure you that I would have felt more terrible than you had I stupidly died!” This brought laughter from all four girls. “Who is the waitress on potential menu item duty, Sally?”

Sally pointed to the tall, naked black girl at the bar with perfect D cups, “That would be Latoya, there. It’s her first night on the job. Do you need her?”

“We might,” Sue said nodding. “If some of your customers don’t file into the Game room soon, I’m going to ask Latoya to take a turn in the game along with Janet.”

Sally laughed, and then quipped, “I’m sure Latoya will be happy to hear that. She told me she has a fantasy about having her D-cups poached. When Janet’s ready, she should give our new girl a taste of the debreasting portals, even if there are some other players about to enter the Game room! You have to be the one telling Latoya to take a booth though, Miss Janet, because your tablemates don’t have breasts.” Sally then picked up the three empty glasses from the previous round of drinks and returned to the kitchen. Soon, Latoya could be seen grinning broadly at the heroines’ table as Sally whispered in her ear.

Ten minutes later, three shapely blondes, all sporting perfect C cups, had gathered before ‘The Wall’ door. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the three girls were sisters, as they all had a remarkable resemblance to each other. Janet stood quickly up, and announced to her friends, “It looks like it is time to get my tits popped. Wish me luck girls!”

“Good luck, Janet,” Wanda said quickly. “Remember that the greater the pain risk, the better the chance your button will be pushed.”

“Don’t listen to her, Janet,” Sue said with a laugh. “She just wants to see you prove yourself to be a bigger pain slut than she is. Have your breasts poached in whatever method you fancy the most. We are here to have fun, after all.”

Janet smiled broadly and nodded, and then raced to ‘The Wall’ door, where she grinned at the three sisters and asked pleasantly, “Are you three going to play the game? Also, if you are, are you hoping to get debreasted, or hoping to return to your table with those C-cups intact? Hi, I’m Janet, by the way.”

“I’m Tricia,” the oldest of the three girls replied, “and these are my sisters, Tina and Jill. Yes, we are going to play the game, but we’re hoping that we get a nice thrill without donating our bacon. This is our first visit to Final Fantasy. I heard about how much fun the place is from one of my friends at work. What about you, Janet. You’re not hoping to donate you own set of nice C-cups are you?”

“Actually I am,” Janet said with a laugh. “I’ve already tried once tonight, and bungled that attempt badly. I’ll do better this time. However, I’m thinking we should break up this lineup of C-cups with an even better sized set. Do you mind if I see if the waitress on potential menu item duty wants to join us before we go through the door?

Tina laughed loudly, before saying, “Well, while I don’t see why anyone would actually want to be debreasted, I wish you the best of luck. Your being in the game with us increases our chances of leaving the room intact.”

“Which means,” Jill chipped in, “that we’re also happy to wait until you ask the waitress to join us. However, with her D-cups on the kitchen side of the debreasting portals, your chances of being debreasted are going to go down, along with ours. That seems to be in conflict with your stated goal, doesn’t it?

“Yes, I suppose it does,” Janet admitted as she waved to Latoya, “but then I’ve never been known to do things the easy way. Besides, if Latoya says she really doesn’t want to take a turn in a booth, I won’t make her.”

Just then, Latoya arrived to join the group of girls. “May I help you Miss…Janet…isn’t it?

“Yes, that’s right Latoya,” Janet said with a grin, “Sally said she thought you wanted to take a turn in the game. Is that true?”

“Yes, Miss Janet, I would love to play the game,” Latoya said with a wide smile, “but we waitresses cannot do so voluntarily. So I can’t play the game unless ordered to do so, when I’m on potential menu item duty, as I am now.”

Janet grinned again, before quipping, “Then fill a booth, girl. Hopefully, I won’t have the equipment to make that command later tonight.”

“Thank you, Miss Janet,” Latoya said with a laugh, “and hopefully I’ll earn a separation bonus and a nice juicy pension my first night on the job! That’s why I applied to work here!”

All five girls quickly filed into the Game room and stripped off their clothing. Janet turned to Tricia and asked with a smile, “Are you sisters hoping to fill three consecutive booths? Or should we have Latoya take booth 3, so that she is winged by double C-cups?”

“Tricia looked at Tina and Jill, who both shrugged their shoulders, before answering Janet’s question with, “I’ll take booth 1, Janet, which statistics show has the second greatest propensity to generate a debreasting, behind booth 3, where Latoya’s D-cups will be positioned. Tina and Jill will take booths 4 and 5, which are statistically the safest booths. That leaves you in booth 2. I bet you can’t guess what my major at our local university is in?”

“Errrr…statistics?” Janet giggled. “Okay, that sounds like a plan to me. If your balloons are going to get popped Latoya, I hope they get popped early enough that someone will take a second set this round…hopefully mine, and not one of these lovely sisters’ sets!”

“Are you girls coming, or are you going to stand there and socialize all night,” Jane, the booth attendant, asked sarcastically. Meanwhile, Mr. Jennings had already taken his position against the wall behind the booths where he could watch the action. Janet smiled with a knowing look at the owner of Final Fantasy before entering booth 2. She was confident her smile would guarantee the club owner would remain an observer rather than a participant during this round of booth action.

As Janet stepped to the front of booth 2, and waited with her arms up on either side of her booth window as the positioning platform rose slightly, she thought about what she could do to increase her chances of a successful booth stay. She still wasn’t sure what she would do as she pushed her boobs through to the kitchen side of the debreasting portals and felt the bacon trap snap its restraints around her and position her hips so that the orgasmatron was focused on her clitoris. Janet felt fear again, as her chest was pressed securely against the front of her booth, but fought it by telling herself she wanted to succeed at getting her tits popped this time around.

Janet quickly flicked her computer screen to the debreasting options. It was then that she decided on the option that would make her breasts difficult to refuse. She selected ‘secondary controls may override’. Then the spunky heroine looked out of her window to watch everyone on the dance floor turn towards the debreasting portals as the computer panel outside booth 2 issued a loud ‘beep’.

Wanda choked in the middle of a drink from her Lactic Blaster, and asked frantically, “Was that the sound that indicates the players on this side of the booths can set the debreasting options at one of the booths, Sue?”

“Yes, I’m pretty sure it was, Wanda,” Sue answered with obvious excitement in her voice. “I bet we both know who likely selected that option!”

“Janet!” Wanda spat knowingly. “What say we watch this round from the dance floor, Sue? This could be very interesting!”

“Good idea!” Sue replied and then took a long drink from her glass. “Let’s get over there before the crowd gets too large!”

Janet gasped in surprise and fear as her breasts were almost immediately lifted and weighed. On the other side of her booth window was the chubby brunette who had considered poaching Janet’s mammaries during her first stay in the booth. She could once again see the glee in the woman’s green eyes. “You are the same girl I talked to earlier tonight, aren’t you, my dear?

“I most certainly am,” Janet said with a giggle. “I hope you aren’t going to get distracted this time! I’m Janet, by the way.”

“Cindy is my name,” the brunette replied. “Do I need to ask…again…if you want me to turn these tits into bacon?”

“I don’t think so,” Janet replied jovially, and then issued a low moan as the woman tugged lightly on both of her nipples. Janet felt fear, but she also felt hope.

Cindy whispered softly, “I promised there would be a next time, dear girl, and here I am.” The brunette smiled, and then chortled, “However, I never dreamed that you would be leaving your fate in my hands. Shall we set your debreasting options before talking some more?”

“Please do!” Janet said with a laugh, “but don’t tell me what options you pick. I want to be surprised. However, I wouldn’t mind if you made sure I got a really intense orgasmatron beam setting.”

“Oh, you are going to get the maximum setting for a very long time, Janet,” Cindy said with a laugh, having already set the debreasting method and speed setting. Then, she looked into Janet’s eyes after selecting ‘window transparency, two-way’ and moved to the next screen, made a selection, and then hit ‘start timer’. “You are ready to be debreasted, girl, and, as you likely already know, I ride a Jessica if I fail to hit your debreast button before your timer runs out. That isn’t going to happen, but we can talk for a while before I pop your balloons right off of your chest.”

“Cool!” Janet said laughing. “I was hoping that I would get to hear Latoya’s D cups get poached before my own breast bacon goes to the kitchen anyhow. Is anyone showing interest in the waitress’s assets?”

Cindy glanced to her right and then back to Janet’s face with a smile. “Yes, she has a hungry looking Amerindian sucking on her nipples!”

“Hi Wanda and Sue,” Janet said with a broad smile. “As Cindy here has set the options for my debreasting, it looks like you won’t have to prostitute yourselves to get someone to do me on a third try. Are you relieved or disappointed?”

“Relieved,” both of Janet’s friends answered at once and the three heroines’ giggled loudly.

“Let’s see what fun Cindy’s chosen for Janet’s boobs to be put through, Sue?” Wanda chortled. “What do you say?”

“I say please don’t look!” Janet pleaded shrilly. “Let’s keep this a surprise for all three of us. Besides, the two of you need to butt out, and let me and Cindy play our game, or you should go back to our table.”

Both Wanda and Sue blushed and nodded their heads. Then Sue pointed to booth 3, “It looks like we’re going to watch Latoya get debreasted first anyhow. Janet’s all yours Cindy.”

Wanda glanced to her right, just as the Indian girl pressed Latoya’s debreast button, resulting in immediate moans of erotic pleasure from the waitress behind the one-way window in booth 3. “Yes, Sue, you’re right. And look, it’s the razor-wire loops. That’s hot! I get to see what this looks like from this side of the debreasting portals!”

Wanda and Sue joined everyone in watching the razor-wire loops as they were pulled back to the girl’s chest and then slowly pulled closed until they were tight around the base of the black girl’s D-cups. Then, the rate at which the wire was pulled into the sides of the booth dramatically slowed, as the loops of wire, held in circular shape by the double clips at the top of the loops, gradually tightened, causing a slight indentation in the base of her boobs. As the wire continued to tighten the indentation increased.

“Look,” Wanda whispered to Sue, “her breasts are becoming sort of balls of flesh, just like our breasts do when the bad guys use us to practice their breast bondage techniques. You’ve had that done to your breasts, haven’t you, Sue?”

“Yes, of course,” Sue quipped, “hasn’t every girl in our line of work? The last time it happened to me, it was that Wizard guy. At least he has a catch and release policy.”

Wanda blushed beet red, and refrained from telling Sue that she knew that chaotic neutral adventurer quite well. Instead, she pointed at Latoya’s breasts, and whispered, “Look, her mammaries are becoming discolored as the blood supply to them is being choked off. Her strangling tits will be tingling deliciously now.”

Sue nodded, and whispered back, “From her moans and sighs, she seems to be quite enjoying her debreasting. Oh…look, the wire has almost stopped contracting, and the metal clips holding the wire into circular form just dropped free. What does that mean?”

“It means the wire loops are as tight as they can get around her breasts without breaking skin, and that there is enough breast meat surrounding the wire to hold the loops in place so that the clips are no longer needed,” Wanda explained. “This is what I want to see the most…what it looks like when the breast meat finally gives into the sharp wire. It certainly felt strange for me, before it began to hurt like hell!”

The girl in the booth suddenly grunted in surprise, and Sue pointed to the base of her breasts, “Look, her skin just broke all around the circumference of her breasts, as if unzipping inward, and her breasts are reforming into their conical shapes leaving the razor wire imbedded in her boobies. This is a way cool debreasting method!” As Latoya began groaning loudly in pain, Sue added, “Although it also seems to be a painful one.”

“Latoya’s got her speed setting pretty high,” Wanda said softly, “so she isn’t getting the beam intensity a girl deserves as she lets her balloons get popped. Look, the wire loops have already been pulled through a quarter of her meat.”

Sue nodded, “Well she isn’t bleeding two badly, so maybe I won’t stick with the laser beams if we return next Saturday night. Look, Latoya’s knockers are already halfway to becoming bacon.”

As she heard Sue’s words, Wanda glanced with a broad smile to look at her blonde friend’s face. “I hope we do return next Saturday, Sue,” the auburn-haired beauty said softly. “I won’t even mind if I get debreasted right away, on a cutting board without an orgasmatron beam, after losing the dart game at Club X. I just have to experience this all again. Look, Latoya’s three-quarters popped.”

“I wouldn’t mind losing the candle flame on nipples game,” Sue quipped. “The thought of my clit roasting in a hot candle flame has burned its way into my brain. However, men like Tyler scare the hell out of me. So, I won’t make any commitments just yet. Look, Latoya’s bacon is about…no…has just been poached. Listen to the girl’s orgasmic sighs. I bet, she too, would like to do this again.”

Wanda and Sue watched as the wire inside booth 3 snapped tight, and Latoya’s big breasts dragged the Indian girl’s arms down to her sides before she yelled in jubilation and hoisted her prized bacon high into the air. Then, as the bacon hunter began her journey to the bar to deposit her sandwich meat, and Latoya was pulled out of the booth for bandaging, the cleanup crew went to work on the inside and outside of booth 3. Wanda and Sue returned their attention to their friend in booth 2. Janet’s timer was down to six minutes, and both girls wondered how much longer Cindy would wait before hitting Janet’s debreast button.

Inside of booth 2, Janet had been talking to Cindy while also listening to Wanda and Sue’s whispered play by play. Janet thought that Cindy was a bright and fun-loving girl, who could also keep a secret. Janet still had no idea of how her breasts were going to be killed in a few short minutes, but she knew she was going to enjoy herself as her balloons were finally popped. Then Janet heard Tricia, in booth 1 ask in a startled voice, “Oh crap, are you going to poach my bacon Miss? Statistics show that the breasts of a blonde my age really don’t make for great tasting sandwich meat!”

Janet’s blue eyes locked with Cindy’s green eyes, and she nodded in the direction of her own debreast button. Cindy got the message and pressed the debreast button on booth 2, chortling, “Your tits are mine, Janet. Get ready for the ride of your life!”

Janet smiled as she heard Tricia gasp in relief, presumably because the girl’s would be debreastor had taken her hands off of the blonde’s breasts because she wanted to see what was going to happen to Janet, and then spunky heroine sighed three times as a powerful forced orgasm washed through her body and mind. Janet gasped in surprise as she watched a wide flat tray, with a thin eight-inch disk attached to a horizontal positioning track at the far end, pop out of the outer wall of her booth and rise to pillow her boobs. The horizontal positioning track was attached to a vertical bracket on the right side of the tray, which was itself attached by a horizontal bracket under the tray. This lower horizontal bracket was attached to another positioning track that ran from the kitchen end of the tray to the booth end to the tray. Then the disk began spinning, and started being dragged laterally from one side of the tray to the other in the horizontal positioning track as the spinning disk was slowly moved towards the tips of Janet’s breasts along the positioning track under the tray. “AH! OH!” Janet spat in obvious fear. “The slicer option is a meat slicer like at a delicatessen.” Then the spunky heroine sighed in climax yet again.

“I hope you enjoy my nice surprise, Janet,” Cindy said jovially. “I hope you will also understand why I won’t be able to continue to suckle or feel up those breasts of yours that are soon going to be thinly sliced bacon. That slicer blade is very sharp, and I would hate to lose a finger or an arm.”

Janet watched wide-eyed as the circular blade continued its side to side motion as it was slowly dragged towards her flesh. Janet could tell that the blade was only a molecule’s distance away from touching the tray underneath it. As she realized this, she climaxed again, and would never really be sure if it was from the orgasmatron beam, or from the realization that she was going to get a chance to prove her pain slut status to her friends. Then Janet looked up in confusion as a small screen dropped out of the inside wall of her booth to fill a small corner of her window, while another screen dropped out of the same place in the outer wall and took the same position on the kitchen side of her booth. Janet gasped in horror as she realized the picture on the screen, most likely on both screens, was a close up of her sex from the lower part of her curly landing strip to the bottom of her labial lips. Centered in the picture was Janet’s sexual center.

“That’s right, Janet,” Cindy chided jovially as she looked at the horror on the face of the girl in the booth staring wide-eyed at the small screen, “I set ‘de-clit option yes’. You’ll be leaving that booth both breastless and sexually neutered! You said you wanted a really intense beam setting, and this is how you get it!”

Janet glanced from the small computer screen in front of her to look into Cindy’s glee-filled green eyes, and smiled as she quipped, “Wow! You really are the fun-loving girl I took you to be. I should have known better than to leave my fate in a stranger’s hands. OH! Well! That’s spilt milk now. I guess I’ll just have to make the best of a very unpleasant situation.”

“Indeed you will have to do so,” Cindy chortled. “Another half dozen passes across the bacon tray, and the meat slicer should reach the tip of your nipples, and just before that happens, the force field rings should start pulling on the head of your clitoris. I’m going to have a blast watching you get worked on at both ends, Janet!”

Janet looked at Wanda and Sue standing with widened eyes and open mouths behind Cindy and winked, before chortling, “Well, Sue, you did say I would find a way of making a statement of my own, when I said I didn’t think I was going to be able to outdo Wanda’s turn in the booth. It looks like you were right, although I’m worried that I might just regret this for the rest of my life.”

Then the spunky heroine looked down to watch the spinning meat slicer make another horizontal pass across the tray on which her breasts were pillowed, now only a half inch from the pinkish-brown tips of her erect nipples. Then she gasped in surprise as she felt the declitting field in her booth activate, as an invisible force field ringed the tip of her clitoral glans and began squeezing her sensitive organ. The meat slicer made another pass, and the force field ring pulled outwards extorting a gasp of surprise from Janet’s throat. Then the spunky heroine moaned loudly in climax as the orgasmatron beam stepped upwards in intensity.

The meat slicer was drug again across the tray below Janet’s boobs, and this time she could feel something, possible moving air, on the tip of each nipple as the rapidly spinning circular blade passed closely by. Then the heroine gasped again as a second force field suddenly ringed her clitoral glans, slightly lower than the first force field, and she felt another pull on her sexual center. Janet glanced quickly to the small screen, where she could now clearly see her little pleasure nub, but thought to herself that she had seen that much of the little organ before after bringing herself to climax during masturbation. The blue-eyed heroine forced her fear-filled eyes back to the meat slicer, just in time to watch the very tip of her left nipple disappear on the far side of the blade as it was sliced off. Janet moaned in pain, and then sighed in orgasm, before gasping in surprise at the sight of the tip of her nipple on the tray as the slicer continued its journey towards her right nipple. Soon she felt the blade bite the very tip of that nipple, and felt a third squeeze on her clitoris at the base of her glans, followed by another short tug, and she sighed again in climax.

The meat slicer reached the right edge of the meat tray and started back to the left. Soon Janet heard herself groan in pain as another eight of an inch of her right nipple disappeared behind the slicer, followed by another gasp as a fourth force field ringed the top of her clitoral shaft, squeezed inwards and then pulled outwards. She orgasmed again as she looked at her right breast, now only tipped with half a nipple and leaking a little blood from her wound.

Out of the corner of her eye, Janet could see Wanda whispering to Sue and pointing to the small screen in the corner of her window. The spunky heroine glanced quickly upwards to see a half inch of her organ at the top of her labial lips, and then gasped in pain as the slicer took its 1/8 inch from the her left nipple. Cindy laughed, and chortled, “Holy shit, Janet, you should see this from this side of the window. This is great entertainment.”

“I’m glad to, OW! Fuck!, be of service,” Janet answered as the slicer continued its journey to the right, having sliced of another piece of her left nipple. Then she felt another squeeze on her clitoral shaft followed by another tug and another climax. The spunky heroine bit her lip as she felt the expected slice into her right nipple as the slicer blade continued its right slide before reaching the edge of the tray and beginning its journey back to the left. After a bite of pain at the end of her right breast, a squeeze and a tug on her clitoral shaft, another climax, and a bite of pain at the end of her left breast, Janet looked out at her nippleless breasts. With the next pass Janet knew she would begin to lose her areolas.

Two more double-pained passes of the meat slicer to the right and left, interspersed with two more squeezes and tugs on Janet’s clitoral shaft, and the spunky heroine could see that the pinkish-brown portions of her breasts now lay in thin layers on the surface of the meat tray, and that only breast meat covered with whiter skin remained to be sliced. Janet glance up to see that here was now more than an inch of stretched clitoris standing out above her labial lips, looking very much like a little penis. It didn’t take long before two more slices of breast lay on the tray, interspersed with two more squeezes and tugs, with Janet alternating between low hisses of pain and loud sighs of climax. Two double-pained passes later, Janet realized something had changed, and asked frantically, “Hey! The force field generator has stopped tugging on my sexual center! What’s up with that?”

Cindy laughed loudly and answered with a wide smile and gleaming green eyes, “Because, you silly girl, the tension on your clitoris has reached the point where it is only slightly less than your organ’s tear resistance. If the machine tugged again, your clitoris would be ripped off of your body, and there is no fun in that. There is a little over an inch-and-a-half of stretched clit standing out from its burrow; I’ve seen longer girl penises! Look closely at your screen, and you’ll see the immanent cause of your clit’s death, but only after the last of your breast meat drops onto the tray below your slowly popping tits.”

“OH! SHIT!” Janet called out in obvious fear. “There is a horizontal laser positioned just above my little warrior, and obviously as close to my clitoral hood as it can be without actually burning me.” Between hisses speaking of pain and sighs and moans of pleasure, Janet looked down at her slowly dying breasts. She thought, ‘I probably I’m only a third of the way popped, which means I’m going to have to take a lot more pain before being released from this bacon trap!’ She climaxed again, and thought while laughing to herself, ‘If I don’t orgasm to death first!’ Then the heroine suddenly cried out in surprise, “Oh! Wow! Most of the strangling sensation in my sexual center just dissipated. Were you just faking me out, Cindy? I’m going to keep my little warrior after all?”

“Not a chance, Janet,” Cindy said softly as she stared into the heroines hope-filled eyes. “The initial force-field rings that pulled your clitoris out into the open air have just released, but the last force-field ring remains in place to keep the clitoral shaft below it fully stretched. Watch the small screen, if you can take your eyes off of your melons as they are slowly being rendered into thinly sliced bacon, and you’ll see the clitoris above the force-field slowly reform into its un-stretched shape. When that’s done, we’ll see how much of your clit is actually going to end up on my side of the booth wall, when the laser is finally drug downward through the base of the exposed clitoral shaft, after the other half of your C-cups have been slowly sliced away.” Cindy laughed loudly as she watched the hope in Janet’s eyes slowly change to disappointment and horror.

Janet suddenly smiled and giggled between gasps of pain and moans of pleasure as she looked out to Wanda and Sue, and asked, “Look at my little penis, girls, doesn’t that look cool? It’s nothing to brag about to the boys, though. I think it is only a bit over a half-inch long!”

Sue laughed, before replying, “It most certainly does look very cool, Janet. You actually sound like you’re having fun in there. You go, girl!”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Sue,” Wanda quipped. “Janet is just reproving why she’s the world champion pain slut!”

“You are damned right I am, Wanda,” Janet chortled, “because I am having fun in here between bursts of excruciating pain and mind-numbing orgasms. Well, there is also the constant thought that my sex life might come to an abrupt end to worry about as well. Who wouldn’t be having fun in my situation?” Janet laughed as she watched the meat slicer grow closer and closer to the base of her breasts, as her sliced bacon made nice forward-leaning stacks on the meat tray before her, that, strangely, resembled breasts. Janet happily noted there wasn’t a lot of blood on the tray, in spite of the seemingly long time this debreasting method was taking. Then she heard the three sisters one by one start moaning and sighing in pleasure. Janet was sure they would be out of their booths with their boobs intact before her clitoris was beheaded; she knew no one was going to miss watching that in exchange for a free bacon sandwich.

Janet watched as the circular meat slicer continued cutting thin slices from her slowly receding boobs for another 15 seconds, before the blade was too close to her booth for her to see it from her window. Fifteen seconds after that, she heard a metal on metal sound as she felt pain from the base of first her right breast and then her left. Janet knew this meant the meat slicers work was done, and glanced up to the small screen in her window to watch what happened to her sexual center. Then she gasped in surprise as four vertical blades popped out of the inside of her booth, and were pushed backwards by rods in the center of the blades until they were positioned against the girl’s chest on either side of each breast. Then the four vertical snippers were slowly pulled closed by the rods’ horizontal positioning tracks on the booth’s inner wall. Just as the four blades closed at the center of each of the spunky heroine’s breast bases, the connected rods snapped forward towards the booth wall, before these slightly thicker bacon slices could drop away to the booth floor, causing these cuts to join the forward leaning slices already on the meat tray. Janet’s chest was now flatter than any male’s!

As the three sisters, one by one, stopped sighing in orgasm as they were released from their bacon traps, Janet sighed loudly, three times as she had a massive forced climax, the orgasmatron beam now set on maximum. Janet struggled to keep her eyes open and on her small screen as she heard the three sisters racing for the Game room door talking excitedly to each other. “Don’t forget your bottoms, girls,” Janet called out loudly. Then she muttered, “What the…?” as a vertical section of the wall slowly folded out of the wall between her legs to form an inclined ramp that led to a small square hole that had now formed in the lower part of the booth wall. Janet couldn’t really see this happen, but heard it and guessed what the sounds might mean.

Janet glanced out of her window with a look of confusion, just as the three sisters, wearing bottoms, joined Janet and Wanda. When Janet saw Cindy kneel before booth two, craning her neck backwards so that she could still see the small computer screen, Janet knew her guess was right, and gave her small computer screen her full attention. She received another blast of orgasmatron beam at the beams highest intensity, but climaxed silently as she watched the laser beam on the screen start slowly downward. Then her sex burned horribly in pain, and she heard a snap as her clitoral shaft, below the now beheaded clitoris falling from her view, snapped back into its burrow. Janet heard the scream of pain and loss that burst from her own throat as the laser killed her clitoris, and she then heard the orgasmatron beam draw one last weak orgasm from her body, now not having a clitoris to stimulate.

Janet watched with a pallid face and a heavy frown as Cindy stood up to look into the heroine’s sad blue eyes with gleeful green eyes and a wide smile, as she slowly held the center of the spunky heroine’s sex life between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand before the two-way window of booth 2. “I’ve popped your tits, Janet,” the chubby girl chided jovially, “and turned them into thinly sliced bacon, which I will haul to the kitchen in just a few seconds. I’ve also neutered you by excising your clitoris. Now I’m going to show you that you’re never going get your little love button back.” Cindy placed the tiny severed organ in her mouth, made a show of chewing it, and then swallowed. “Thank you for that experience, Janet. I’ve debreasted a number of girls, but you were by far the most fun!” As Cindy then pulled the tray holding Janet’s thinly sliced bacon from its brackets, Janet’s booth restraints finally released. The bacon hunter turned and headed for the kitchen food-ordering stations, just as Janet could be seen being pulled out of booth 2 to be bandaged, and the clean-up crew went to work on both sides of booth 2.

Chapter 15. There Is No Place Like Home

Wanda and Sue returned to the heroines’ table to wait for Janet to exit the Game room after she had her wounds bandaged. The two heroines wondered what sort of mood their spunky friend would be in. If she had only lost her breasts, as she had intended, they knew Janet Van Dyne would have returned to their table reveling in jubilation. Janet’s declitting would likely put a damper on that jubilation. Castration was as horrible for a woman to face as it was for any man.

When Janet finally exited the Game room, sporting two round bandages on her chest and wearing her bikini bottoms, presumably over a smaller bandage, Wanda and Sue were surprised to see a broad smile on her face. They watched as Janet deposited the bikini top she had been carrying in her right hand into the trash can now containing four articles of clothing, and then hurried to her chair where she quickly sat and took a long drink of Lactic Blaster. “Here, Wanda,” Janet said with a slight giggle holding out a small card in her left hand, “Mr. Jennings said he hoped that you would be needing this. It has the address to Club X on it.”

“Fantastic!” Wanda spat excitedly as she grinned. “I hope I can talk you two into another field trip next Saturday night.”

“We shall see, Wanda,” Sue said softly, hoping Wanda would stop pushing the idea and let her make he own mind up. “Does your sex hurt, Janet? I’m sorry you lost more than you set out to lose.”

“It hurt like hell,” Janet chortled, “until, under Mr. Jennings’ supervision, the booth attendant used a little syringe to put some liquid over the remaining part of my clitoral shaft. Now I’m just peachy!” Janet then used another drink of her Lactic Blaster as an excuse to break eye contact with her friends.

Meanwhile, in his office, Mr. Jennings had just finished reading chapter 15 of “The Surrender of Innocence—the Secret Sex Lives of the Mighty Avengers” on his computer screen. It was hard to believe that the tell-all biography of Wanda Maximoff, written by Wanda herself, had survived 20 centuries. The background data from the site where Bill Jennings had found the found the computer file indicated that much of the information found in Miss Maximoff’s book may have been fictionalized. Judging from Chapter 15, the owner of Final Fantasy doubted that claim. The events he had witnessed this very night had been described very accurately. He was tempted to move on to the next chapter, to see if Wanda had written about a trip to Club X. Mr. Jennings instead turned off his computer. If the Scarlet Witch and her friends did visit Club X next Saturday night, and Bill Jennings hoped they would, he wanted to be surprised by whatever transpired that night.

After draining her Lactic Blaster, Wanda glanced to Sue and then Janet and asked softly, “Do I call for another round of drinks, or are we about to head back to our transportation?”

“It’s up to Janet,” Sue said with a smile. “Do you need another drink, you spunky girl, or should we head for home?”

Janet quickly drained her glass, and then spat decisively, “Let’s get back to the past. I’m not going to stop worrying about my sex life until we’ve had my husband use the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator on us. It’s only been tried once, on Wanda, so far, so we can’t be positive that our breasts, or my clitoris, will be any different than the originals.”

Sue drained her own glass before pointing out, “Yes, but there is also a very small chance, according to your husband, that our body parts won’t be restored. It would be a good idea for all of us to keep our fingers crossed!” On that worrisome note, the three heroines stood and left Final Fantasy.

It was nearly midnight in 21^st Century New York City when Janet chortled into the open door of Dr. Henry Pym’s laboratory, “Honey, I’m home, and I hope you’re decent, because I’ve brought guests.”

“Janet, thank God, I was getting worried about you,” Hank Pym called back. “You said you girls were going to have a little girls’ night out, but it’s been almost eight hours since you left for the Baxter Building.”

“Oh, Hank, you worrywart,” Janet chided jovially as the three girls walked into the laboratory to see Janet’s husband taking notes as he stared into a microscope, “what is there to worry about. We are back, and we are only missing six breasts and my clitoris!”

“WHAT!” Hank yelled and then finally looked up from the microscope to see the three flattened chests and six circular bandages. “Who in the hell did that to you three…I’ll kill whoever it was!”

“Well, Hank, that’s a very long story,” Janet said sweetly, “but if you promise to keep it to yourself, we will tell you all about it as you warm up the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator and then use it on our damaged bits. Sue, you will be going first, since your balloons got popped first.”

“Wow, that is one hell of a girls’ night out,” Hank Pym exclaimed wearing an obvious erection when the girls finished telling him their story, leaving out those parts that included Bonita. The girls’ bandages had been removed, and Janet was nude while Wanda and Sue wore their bikini bottoms. “Okay, we’re all warmed up and ready to go here. Sue, stand against the wall just there.”

Sue moved to where she was told, and then watched as Hank pointed a cone-shaped projector attached to the end of a six-inch diameter, one-foot long tube that was rounded at its rear end. “What is that thing,” Sue asked quickly, “I mean, I know what it’s called, but how exactly does it work?”

“Well, how it works is pretty simple, at least to the extent we understand the alien technology. The tube is filled with millions of tiny nanogene robots, and the cone directs the nanogenes toward the tissue that needs to be repaired. The nanogenes in some way sample the DNA of the patient, calculate what the genetic makeup of the damaged tissue would be if it were still there, and then somehow convert air molecules into the raw material needed to reconstruct the tissue into perfect condition.” Hank activated the device and explained, “Those tiny firefly looking things you can see buzzing around your chest are squadrons of the microscopic nanogenes at work reconstructing your breasts, Sue. How does it feel?”

“It tickles a little, and my chest is tingling, but…! Oh!” Sue stopped talking as the nanogenes suddenly left her chest and returned to their container.

Sue was staring in wide-eyed amazement at her new perfect pair of breasts, as Hank stepped forward to cup the bottom each mammary in one of his hands and lift the breasts to test their weight before then tweaking her nipples to make them hard. “They look and feel fantastic to me, Sue,” Hank said in what he thought would sound like his most business like tone. “How do they look and feel to you, Sue?”

Sue blushed as Janet’s husband felt her up, but managed to answer the man who had just performed a miracle. “They feel great…not too sensitive…but at least as sensitive as before. They look firmer and slightly larger than they were before, but I won’t know for sure until I try on one of my brassieres, and…. Hey! Do you feel up all of your patients?” Sue asked with an embarrassed giggle as she realized Hank was still massaging her new moneymakers.

“Yes I do, Sue!” Hank replied with a laugh. “Consider it your medical bill, and keep in mind, that, seeing as you set out to get yourselves debreasted at the start of the night, I could probably blackmail each of you into giving me a blow job! Just kidding, Janet!” Hank said as he dropped his hands off of Sue’s breasts and said, “Who’s next?”

“Wanda, is,” Janet said, “she was debreasted before I was. Hank, we know you weren’t kidding about the blow jobs. You didn’t ask us for one because you have something else in mind, don’t you?”

“Stand where Sue was, Wanda,” Hank said, and watched as his teammate move into position. “Yes I do, honey,” Hank said in answer to his wife’s question, “but it may not be what you are thinking it is.” Hank activated the tissue regenerator again, and then stepped forward towards, Wanda. When the nanogenes finished their work and had returned to their storage container, Hank lifted Wanda's new and perfect breasts to test their weight and firmness, and then tweaked the big-breasted heroine’s nipples to make them hard. “I’ve made another nice set of breasts for you, Wanda. Do you concur?”

“I do indeed, Hank,” Wanda said as she gently pushed Henry Pym’s hands off of her breasts, “They look and feel like they did at the start of the day. Those nanogenes do good work, and you’re not too bad at pointing that projector. You’re up Janet!”

“So, Hank, what is it that you want from us?” Janet asked as she watched her husband point the projector at her chest and then activate the nanogenes. “Keep in mind that you promised at the start of our recounting of our girls’ night out that you wouldn’t tell anything about our adventure to anyone else.”

As the nanogenes finished their work and returned to their storage container, Hank stepped forward and gave his wife’s new moneymakers the same inspection he had given Sue and Wanda’s breasts, and then he bent his head and kissed Janet’s lips. “Jeese, these are nice! I’m going to love playing with your new boobs when we make love? How do they look and feel to you, honey?”

“They look and feel wonderful, Henry Pym,” Janet said softly. Then she demanded sternly, “Now get those nanogene things to work on my love button, husband. If you don’t get my sexual center restored and working right, I may never be in the mood for you to play with my puppies while we make love.”

Hank grinned sheepishly as he stepped quickly back and carefully aimed the projector before setting the nanogenes to work. The firefly effect lasted only for a few short seconds, before the nanogenes returned to their container. This left all four people in the room with the fear that the nanogenes had rejected their work assignment. Henry Pym quickly kneeled before his wife and looked closely at the apex of her legs, before pronouncing, “Your clitoris looks like a perfectly healthy clitoris should look, Janet. What do you say to you and I giving it a test drive, once we are finished here?”

“That fits my plans exactly, Hank,” Janet laughed looking very relieved. “Now what is it that you were hinting that you want from us?”

“If you girls ever go back to the 41^st Century and the Final Fantasy nightclub,” Hank said, trying to choose his words carefully, “I want you to take me with you. I’d like to see what’s it’s like to poach the breasts off of one of those booth volunteers.” Hank held his hands out, and waited for his answer, while Wanda and Sue stared at Janet.

“So, Henry Pym,” Janet said thoughtfully, “you want us to let you butt into our girls’ night out, and take you to a place where you could do whatever you felt like to most any woman…including us…because we wouldn’t have papers? That is a nice fantasy. As you know, I have a fantasy too. You give me mine and I’ll talk my friends into letting you tag along?”

“Uhhhh…I hope this fantasy isn’t the one I think it is!” Hank said as he began to squirm. “What do I have to do to get to go with you girls?”

“You have to let me strap you into a penis guillotine with the safety key unlocked, and put your manhood through the decocking lunettes. Then I’m going give you the best blowjob of your life.”

“While Sue and I each wrap a fist around one of your testicles,” Wanda butted in, “and begin squeezing with all of our might, with the intention of popping your eggs.”

“Trying to time the destruction of your testicles,” Sue chortled as she jumped in, “with the exact moment Janet drags the first blast of semen out of your hard cock.”

“At which time I will trip the release switch,” Janet giggled, “causing the guillotine blade to drop from the crossbar and sever your still spurting penis, which will drop to the floor. Then I’ll band the base of the penis to keep the blood in it and preserve the hardness of your erection, and send it to the ‘Real Cock Dildo’ factory, and have it turned into my personal sex toy. Don’t worry, girls, I would let you borrow it from time to time.” This brought laughter from all three girls, and a blush to Hank’s face.

Wanda reached over cupped her hand just above Hank’s crotch and quipped with a gleam in her eyes, “Your husband is rock hard, Janet. He wants to give your guillotine fantasy a try. Let’s do it right now, Hank, while the rest of the Avengers are sleeping. Then we will use the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator to make you a man again, and we will let you come with us, not next time because we have something special planned, but the time after that.”

“You’re a real witch, Wanda,” Hank chuckled. “And no, I am not going to be strapped into an armed penis guillotine…at least not tonight. You pain sluts may be willing to take the slight risk of not growing a body part back, but I’m not, especially that part on a night when I have a new set of boobies to play with. Let’s go to bed Janet, and put this rock hard manhood to good use, while Wanda finds Sue and herself some tops, and gets Sue home to the Baxter Building.”

It was 11:00 a.m. the next morning, when Wanda Maximoff finally wandered out of her bedroom and went downstairs to find something to eat in the kitchen. Janet was there, eating ice cream of all things. “Hi Janet,” Wanda chirped happily, “do you have good news for me?”

“I do, Wanda, “Janet said with a very broad grin. “It is the best of news!”

“Your new clitoris isn’t too sensitive?” Wanda asked sounding very relieved. “You climaxed normally during intercourse with Hank?

“Yes, Wanda,” Janet replied as she blushed, “I achieved orgasm at exactly the same point as I normally do when we have sex…twice actually…Hank loves my new moneymakers. Also, if you must know, my clitoris worked correctly again this morning, when I masturbated. However, that wasn’t the good news I was talking about?”

“Oh?” Wanda asked, looking up from the bowl of cereal she had started to pour. “What could be more important than your new parts working correctly?”

“Well, Wanda,” Janet began with a gleam in her eyes, “Sue called. We are going back to the future. She wants to visit Club X!”

The end!

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