Girls’ Night Out: Boys Tag Along

by Scarlet

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations, (c, nc, MF, FF), sexual violence, and snuff. It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
Credits: This story is based on a story idea suggested by The Sexecutor. The Wasp, Scarlet Witch, Invisible Woman, and Henry Pym (Marvel Enterprises) and Zatanna, Wonder Woman, Black Canary, and Green Arrow (DC Comics) are Trademarked characters used in this not-for-profit fan-fiction; no Trademark infringement is intended. The “nightclub” in this story is loosely based on an environment that Yppiz created in his story “Club Scene AKA the Wall”. The Authenticock Real-Cock Dildo factory concept, and the methodologies used to acquire the necessary raw materials for the construction of the phalluses are loosely based on a series of stories by Byron. Background material on how the 41^st Century came to be the way it is in this story, and how our 21^st Century heroines learned of and began visiting this future time is presented in Chapter 1 of “Even Heroines Need A Girls’ Night Out” and Chapter 1 of “Club X: Girls’ Night Out.”

Chapter 1. A Gathering of Eight

Dinah Lance had just stood, after having her blonde landing strip shaved away by Zatanna, when the two men walked into the small waiting room adjacent and connected to the Avengers’ study to join the six nude girls. Dinah, a 5-foot-4-inch-tall 124-pound blue-eyed blonde with hair tied into a ponytail that ran all the way down her back grinned sexily as both men’s eyes scoped out her pinkish-tipped C-cups before focusing on her denuded vulva. The 20-year old Justice Leaguer with a pretty, fine-featured face laughed before admitting, “That’s right, Ollie, I got my pubes shaved. Wanda convinced me and Diana that it was in our best interests to have our fillets ready for roasting during our upcoming visit to the 41^st Century.” Dinah’s laugh grew in volume as she watched both men’s eyes lock onto the full black bush between widespread legs having shaving cream applied to it by Zatanna.

“Fillets ready for roasting?” Oliver Queen, the 30-year-old Justice Leaguer known as Green Arrow asked looking confused, forcing his green eyes back to the blonde who was known to the world-at-large as Black Canary. The 5-foot-11-inch-tall 185-pound well-muscled man with long blonde hair that matched his mustache and goatee peered back down to his girlfriend’s clean-shaven sex before chortling, “Oh yeah, your pussies! I forgot, just momentarily, that we were about to make a journey to a place where girls are the only meat on the menu and the apex of their legs holds the most expensive cut.”

“How could you forget something like that, Ollie?” Henry Pym asked with a loud chuckle while making no effort to hide the fact that the straight razor now hovering over an Amazon Princess’s temporarily furry pubic mound held his full attention. “The girls’ friend and owner of the nightclub we’re going to visit promised to buy you and I that particular cut of meat if Wonder Woman here was part of our party, remember?” The 33-year-old 6-foot-tall Avenger’s blue eyes gleamed below his blonde hair as he memorized every detail of Princess Diana’s well-displayed vulva. Hank also was in pretty good shape, but his 185-pounds were definitely a bit softer than the man he stood next to—he had battled evil under a variety of nom de guerre, including Ant-Man, Giant-Man, Goliath, and Yellowjacket, but these his days crime-fighting was primarily restricted to his being his team’s chief scientist.

“Bill Jennings, the owner of Final Fantasy, the debreasting booth nightclub we will be visiting later, promised each of you men the PRICE of a fillet if Wonder Woman arrived with us at his venue, Hank,” 24-year-old Zatanna Zatarra interjected as she busied herself with the delicate job of shaving, grinning as the men temporarily ogled her pinkish-brown-tipped D-cups. “That means you can also offer to trade the price of the fillet to whoever harvests your wife’s breasts from the debreasting booth portals. Then you can have Janet’s moneymakers converted into breast bacon sandwiches for our table—we girls haven’t had a chance to taste Janet’s meat yet!”

“What did you think they do with the breasts plucked off living girls’ chests at such a venue in cannibal land, guys?” the 5-foot-7-inch 137-pound magic-wielding Justice Leaguer, with long black hair and blue eyes chortled with a chuckle as she paused in her shaving to enjoy the shock on her teammate, Oliver’s, face. “Don’t you want to know what Janet tastes like, Hank, or what Dinah tastes like, Ollie? This will be your one and only chance to eat your main squeezes, part of them at least, without the conversation being about sex, and not feel guilty about it!”

“In gynophagia land,” 27-year-old Janet Van Dyne corrected with disdain in her blue eyes as she shook her head and shoulder-length auburn hair, “if we really must be flippant about this, Zatanna. Virtually every girl entering those booths will be doing so of her own free will, although most offer their breast bacon to be harvested hoping it won’t be, and that they will just get a free orgasmatron-beam-induced climax. It’s not exactly cannibalism if the meat is knowingly offered for donation to the nightclub’s kitchen. By the way, we heroines have changed our debreasting club rules—each girl will do a maximum of three booth stints, hoping to return home with her bustline intact. That’s the minimum number of booth stints as well, unless we’ve been debreasted, and each new girl will be required to harvest at least one set of breasts before they themselves do their first booth stint. If any girl succeeds in retaining her breasts, becoming a booth game winner, the losers have to do a strip tease for their team—after the loser’s breasts have been regenerated, naturally!”

“Except Wonder Woman!” 21-year-old Wanda Maximoff quickly interjected with concern filling her gold-flecked blue eyes as she read the anger beginning to form on the Amazon warrior’s face. “Princess Diana isn’t here today for the debreasting booth games, although she will likely end up debreasting more than a few girls, and may go home breastless herself if she suffers a misstep! Bill Jennings has set up a balance beam for her to joust with other girls on, while the jousters wear razor-wire-cored debreasting nooses around their breasts. Any girl falling off the beam will hang by her moneymakers until the razor wire finishes her chest ornaments off…and I do mean off.”

The 5-foot-7-inch 130-pound Avenger with long auburn hair and large brownish-pink-tipped D-cups blushed as the only girl in the room with bigger breasts than hers stared at her, obviously not quite placated, and hastily added, “Princess, unless you participate in the debreasting booth game, you won’t have to pay the penalty of losing, and dance before the team of anyone who makes it home with their breasts intact. Then again, when you return home breasted, none of us are stripping for the Justice League, unless Zatanna or Dinah also makes it home breasted.”

As Wanda, known to the world as the Scarlet Witch, saw the dark-haired Amazon smile triumphantly and return her attention to Zatanna and her straight razor, her shaving nearly finished, she noted that both Dinah and the heroes now seemed unhappy, likely for different reasons. “Regardless of who makes it home with bumps on her chest, Dinah, we heroines are exempted from dancing before our own teams. Ollie and Hank, I can see that you are concerned with Janet’s announcement that the ‘debreasting club’ rules have changed…or approach rather. I guarantee you will see more than one of us heroines debreasted. Janet was just trying to change the subject from her breasts being turned into sandwiches for our table’s epicurean delight; do trade your fillet money for your wife’s breast bacon Hank! I hate it when she has something one-up on me; she’s already tasted me!”

“Yes, and you were rancid, you witch!” Janet Van Dyne, also known as the Avenger’s Wasp, spat with mock anger. “Stop filling my husband’s head with silly ideas.” The 5-foot-4-inch-tall 110-pound heiress was in an unusually good mood—for the first time since her first trip to the 41^st Century, she didn’t have the smallest breasts in the room. Dinah’s frame was firmer and better toned than hers, but the Black Canary’s C-cups, while fairer skinned, looked to be exact matches for her own pinkish-brown-tipped chest ornaments.

“Wanda’s breast bacon was not rancid, Janet,” Sue Richards, the Fantastic Four’s Invisible Woman, interjected softly, finally braking her shy silence. “The sandwiches made from her D-cups were surprisingly good, as I’m sure the sandwiches made from your C-cups will be. By the way, they make really good vegetarian sandwiches at Final Fantasy too…in case someone wants to keep their cholesterol count down….” The 5-foot-6-inch-tall 120-pound blue-eyed blonde with shoulder-length hair had been fidgeting nervously as she stood naked in front of the two heroes—the 26-year-old had been thinking it strange that she felt intimidated by her own nudeness, considering how frequently her clean-shaven vulva and pinkish-tipped D-cups had been on public display during Wanda’s field-trips to the future. Now she blushed badly as everyone’s eyes were on her, her words trailing off as she realized they were being interpreted differently than she meant them.

“Well, these boys aren’t going to taste sandwiches made from anyone’s breast bacon if they don’t demonstrate their intense desire to tag along on our girls’ night out,” Janet chided with a sexy giggle, “and those demonstrations of their desire to join us on our field trip to the future are why Wonder Woman is here. Isn’t that right, Princess Diana?”

“Indeed, Janet, I wouldn’t be here allowing myself to be ogled as I have my pubic mound shaved…you’re done are you not, Zatanna…merely to spend an evening jousting with untrained girls from the future with the goal of flattening their chests,” the 6-foot-tall 165-pound Amazon Princess with a well-toned physique replied with more than a little impatience on her lovely, blue-eyed face. “I do not relish the thought of debreasting dozens of girls in such unfair contests….”

“Well, we did our best to make the balance beam jousts somewhat enticing for you, Wonder Woman!” Zatanna interjected with a chuckle as she set the straight razor aside and began wiping the shaving cream remnants from the Amazon’s lower torso with a washcloth. “There will be three jousting stations on the beam, with you in the center station, so you’ll be able to battle two girls at once. Yes, I know, still not a challenge for the great Princess Diana. Tell you what…why don’t you turn your jousts into a drinking game as well? Commit to downing one Lactic Blaster, in addition to the rounds ordered for our table, for every set of breasts you destroy. That way, by the end of the night, the jousts will be somewhat fairer and those huge 42DD’s of yours may end up plopping onto the floor after all! Yes we’re done with the shaving, Princess.”

“Good!” Wonder Woman spat, as she stood nodding her head, shaking the raven tresses that ran half way down her back. “Your drinking game is an excellent suggestion, Zatanna, for it will demonstrate to all that I do not fear losing these,” Diana of Themyscira chortled, pointing at her huge breasts tipped with very large pinkish-brown areolae and unusually thick nipples. “That would be the case even without your alien medical equipment that will regenerate my curves if I do indeed lose a contest this night. I am an Amazon warrior, and, centuries ago, male warriors had taken to ritually punishing my kind when they captured us by hacking off our breasts. To demonstrate the futility of this punishment, and to facilitate better bowmanship, we Amazons ourselves instituted the ritual of having our drawstring breast removed as a rite of passage to adulthood!”

The tall and ageless girl laughed as she cupped her huge right orb and proclaimed, “This breast would not now be on my chest were I not of the Royal House of Themyscira, and prohibited from participating in that rite of passage. That reminds me…enough of this veneration…we are not on the Amazons’ island and I battle evil at your sides, not as your leader. No more with the ‘Princess’ before my given name…address me as simply ‘Diana’, or ‘Miss Prince’, the surname I took for my civilian secret identity! Now, where was I when Zatanna so rudely interrupted my answer to Janet’s question? Oh, yes! I wouldn’t be here allowing myself to be ogled as I had my pubic mound shaved, if these two very brave men had not agreed to demonstrate their worthiness of joining tonight’s entertainment by allowing themselves to be unmanned!”

“Right!” Janet replied while giggling happily. “That puts us back on subject. The clothes you boys are wearing are close enough to the styles we observed men wearing where we will soon be going.” The heiress nodded at the men, both wearing slacks, but with Hank wearing a long-sleeved dress shirt and Oliver wearing a short-sleeved tee-shirt. Both men wore dress shoes and belts made of artificial fabric—wise choices since the animal skins used to make leather no longer existed in the 41^st Century. “However, you can strip now. It’s time to get you boys ready for your emasculations…the price for accompanying us on our girls’ night out!”

“Just a minute, Janet,” Wanda said softly, causing her best friend to frown. “I know you’re eager to get Hank strapped into the penis guillotine, but I want to make sure all of the ground rules for our field-trip to the future are fully understood before that happens. I know this may cause one or both men to back out on your penis chopping party, but its best to be up front, rather than having them feel cheated afterwards.” Wanda paused until a thoughtful Janet finally nodded, before saying, “Rule number one, no one here may hit the debreast button on one of us heroines! No one is going to be returning to the 21^st Century with bust-flattening bragging rights over us!”

“That’s not fair, Wanda,” Hank Pym spat in mock protest, having already known about that rule. “You girls are going to hit the guillotine blade release lever on me and Ollie’s packages. I should be able to hit the button that results in Sue getting her balloons popped, or Diana’s massive wrack wrecked, if she takes a booth, shouldn’t I?”

“No, Hank, you shouldn’t,” Sue replied with obvious irritation. “You’re volunteering to let your wife unman you while we girls watch of your own free will. I’m not volunteering to allow you to debreast me, and, even if I wanted to, Wanda wouldn’t let me. We agreed not to ever debreast one another on our very first visit to Final Fantasy. When Wanda gets done explaining the rules and expectations, you can always back out.”

“Right Sue, that is why I want things agreed upon before we proceed any further,” Wanda said as she nodded. “As I said earlier, despite the new approach we heroines are taking towards the debreasting booth game, I guarantee that more than one of us will be debreasted for your viewing pleasure. Additionally, you will be able to hit the debreast button on up to one non-heroine girl per hour while we are at Final Fantasy, if that is what you want, so it’s not like you’re being totally cheated out of an opportunity to pop someone’s balloons!”

“Okay, okay!” Hank replied quickly, shrugging his shoulders as he felt Diana and Sue’s burning stares on him. “I was just kidding anyhow! We’re okay with rule number one, aren’t we, Ollie?”

“Yes, Hank,” Oliver Queen replied softly. “I can understand why that rule is necessary. If these girls started debreasting their fellow heroines in the future, what would stop them from doing dastardly things to each other when they got back to the 21^st Century?” Oliver laughed before chortling, “Oh, they do quite enough of that to each other already, don’t they?”

“Hush, Oliver, I’m trying to have a serious conversation here,” Wanda said giggling. “Regarding our new approach to the booths, girls, I don’t think it would be fair for Janet to take a booth three times, waiting each time until there were four girls with really huge sets ready to join her, and select guillotine blade to risk her moneymakers with each time. You can try to win the game and keep your breasts, girls, but don’t take playing it safe to the limit. We have to choose a different debreasting option each time we enter the booth on a given night, okay?” Wanda grinned as all of the other heroines except Wonder Woman nodded.

“Okay,” Wanda said slowly and calmly, “this is the first, and likely the only, time we will have men from our time zone with us in the 41^st Century, so I’m going to belabor the obvious for a bit now. We are going to a world where men have absolute power over most women. We girls will be in constant danger. We know that! Understand that we know that! If a male demands we have sex with him, we will give him sex, and you are not to interfere, guys. If some male starts hacking off our body parts, leave him be. If men threaten to kill one or a few of us, you might try to bluff them away by saying we are your chattel, or your papered wife. If that doesn’t work, walk away and leave one, or a few, of us girls to end up as 41^st Century meat. If we’re all in danger, we fight, but, if that happens, our field trip ends there and then! Is that understood, boys and girls?”

Wanda watched as everyone, including Diana, nodded before continuing with, “You men will have that same absolute power over most women, which is why I’m exacting promises from you now. You may be put into a position, as part of some ceremony or public function, where you will yourselves will be required to have sex with, maim, or kill one or more of us. If that situation arises, do what the 41^st Century males you’re pretending to be would do, not what you would do here in our own time zone. Is that understood?”

“Good,” Wanda replied smiling sheepishly as the men nodded while frowning. “I hope it doesn’t come to that, but it is best to be prepared, rather than do something stupid and get all of us killed or worse. If you men choose to exert your absolute power over non-heroines while we are in the future, so be it. Just make sure the girl isn’t papered, meaning married and vouchsafed, or under the protection of another male. We wouldn’t want you boys to have your nipples and penis glandes docked off during our field trip to the future. On that note, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, right girls?”

Janet blushed badly as she saw Sue and Zatanna nodding as they stared at her, while the men looked at her with confusion in their eyes. “OH, ALL RIGHT!” she spat with obvious irritation, before turning to explain to her husband. “Having sex in the future doesn’t count as cheating when we get back home, Hank. Just remember that the penalty for picking on the wrong girl is quite severe, and if you get tossed into jail for a few days following your docking, quite permanent!”

Hank and Oliver roared with laughter, both eyeing Diana with lewdness on their minds. Observing those looks, Wanda chided, “Having that absolute power in the future might be somewhat tempting to you gentlemen, with such abundant femininity sitting at your table. That temptation is the reason for rule number two…you men must agree to not ask any of us heroines to have sex with you while in the future. Barring being forced to play some role in a ceremony or public function, as I discussed earlier, you will not make sexual advances towards us heroines, including wife or girl friend. Agreed?”

Both men blushed under Wonder Woman’s glare, realizing their minds had been written on their own faces. They nodded to Wanda with sheepish smiles on their faces, before she said, “The third and final rule that is required from everyone going with us to the 41^st Century is, what happens in the future stays in the future. There will no talk about having watched us heroines being debreasted. There will be no discussion of our having been raped, if that occurs, or of you men forcing favors from girls from that time zone. If one of us heroines doesn’t come back from the future, having ended up meat, tell our teammates we went on a dangerous crime-fighting mission, and leave them to wonder. Are we all agreed?”

As Janet stared from face to face and verified that everyone was nodding silently in agreement with her teammate’s terms, she asked, “Are you done, Wanda?”

“Yes, Janet, I am,” Wanda replied giggling. “If these men haven’t changed their minds, they are all yours.”

“Good!” Janet spat gleefully. “Strip guys, and step into the study! Hey girls, it’s time! What is it time for?”

Hank and Oliver’s faces both reddened as all of the heroines save Wonder Woman high-fived and simultaneously chortled, “It’s time to…CHOP SOME COCK!”

Chapter 2. The Steep Price for a Ride in a Time-Ship

Some minutes had passed, the girls having left the men in the waiting room to strip in peace, before the group of eight was eight again as Hank and Oliver entered the study. At the back of the study were a narrow, but full height, guillotine, and Janet standing beside it. In front of the guillotine were two couches, forming a shallow V facing the deadly chopping machine. Wanda and Sue had already claimed seats on the right side of the right couch—the three Justice League women stood behind the couches talking.

“Come on down, guys,” Janet chortled with an ear-to-ear grin on her face. “I’ll show you how my little toy works…not that Hank hasn’t seen it before…and then we’ll have you let the girls inspect your soon-to-be-forfeited packages. However, so that neither of you gets too antsy, I’ll point out that the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator is here and fully warmed up.” Janet nodded to her right and the men’s left to a cone-shaped projector attached to the end of a six-inch diameter, 1-foot long tube that was rounded at its rear end, which was resting on a small table.

Janet couldn’t stop grinning like a mad woman as the two nude men slowly made their way towards the macabre machine she stood beside, and the Justice League heroines finally took seats on the couches with Zatanna taking the seat on the right couch next to Sue, and Dinah and Diana sitting at the inner and outside ends of the left couch, respectively. All six girls looked flushed with excitement, their eyes obviously focusing on the men’s semi-erect penises, Oliver’s dwarfing Hank’s ample manhood, as they finally stood before Janet and the penis guillotine.

“Glad you could make it guys!” Janet chirped gleefully. “No really! Hank can tell you…well, probably has told you…how much I’ve looked forward to the entertainment you and Hank are about to provide us ladies with, Oliver. If we girls become crude and unladylike during the next little while, please forgive us. Keep in mind that, in less than an hour, we will be taking you to a place where girls, including some, if not all, of us, will be providing you boys with the same type of entertainment for six or eight hours.”

“Now, let’s get you boys properly cuffed—just to emphasize the fact that those packages you carry so proudly between your legs but no longer can touch are ours, and no longer yours,” Janet Van Dyne chortled, and then nodded to Wanda and Zatanna. The young socialite grinned as her two friends pulled handcuffs out from under their couch cushions and moved to stand behind the men, both of whom thrust their hands behind their backs and allowed their wrists to be secured together. Hank’s cuffs contained circuits that generated a neural inhibitor field that would prevent him from using his size-changing abilities; Ollie’s handcuffs were standard issue.

“Thanks, Wanda,” Janet quipped sardonically, “for securing the penis, testicles, and scrotum that I’ll be sending to the Authenticock Real-Cock Dildo factory to be preserved and turned into a strap-on complete with a full sack that causes the phallus to release faux semen when it’s squeezed. We have stasis boxes already labeled with the Authenticock factory address and ready to go, post-emasculation. Dinah?”

“Thanks for securing my package as well, Zatanna!” Dinah Lance replied giggling while wearing the blush of embarrassment. “Janet convinced me to have Ollie’s attributes preserved as well. That way Ollie can still take care of my sexual needs when he is away on Justice League missions or Queen Industries’ business. I’m going with a standard Real-Cock dildo and having Ollie’s scrotum tanned and turned into a nice-sized coin purse!”

Janet Van Dyne nodded to the men’s crotches and quipped, “It looks like your Willies like the idea of emancipation! I thought Dinah and I were going to have to work to get erections like those.” Hank blushed beet red, but Oliver just grinned, as six women ogled their fully erect penises.

Janet pointed to the metal machine behind her, and chuckled as she explained, “This is the instrument of that impending emancipation—a penis guillotine, modeled after the original execution machine first used in 1792 to decapitate men and women. This guillotine consists of two nine-and-one-half-foot high posts secured at the bottom to a rectangular base bolted into the floor, and held together at its top by a sturdy cross-bar. Each post has a smooth straight groove near its center, and in the case of this machine, the right post has a hydraulic lifter near its top for returning the blade into its position below the cross-bar. The purpose of these grooves, along with the blade brackets, is to keep the blade falling straight downward in a vertical orientation when it is released.”

The spunky young heiress-cum-shrinking-heroine smiled before pointing to the lower half of the guillotine and explaining, “On the outside of the posts are two adjustable-height eyebolts used for securing hips firmly against the adjustable-height lunettes on the inside of the post rearward of the blade-guide grooves. Note that these lunettes are sized such that both penis and scrotum may be positioned forward of the blade groove to achieve instant emasculation. Attached to the inside of the upper lunette is a metal iris that can be dilated inward to close around the targeted penis when the scrotum is allowed to remain rearward of the blade, and the goal is performing a penectomy rather than emasculation, or the concomitant castration is to be accomplished by a separate means.”

Janet laughed as she noticed both men had precum leaking from the tips of their penises, and chortled, “I think you guys are finding this as exciting as we girls are. For obvious reasons, you’ll be standing, so there is no need for a bascule tipping bench at the back of the guillotine. Also the de΄clic, on the outside of the posts has been replaced by this blade release handle,” Janet said pointing to the tall lever to the left of the machine, or to the right of anyone strapped into the device. “That means I’ll only have one hand and my mouth available to make you ejaculate with, Hank! The other hand will be needed to release the blade at the first sign of spurting semen!”

“Speaking of the part of the guillotine that justifies its existence,” Janet chirped happily, “the blade assembly consists of a lower, angled blade weighing 15 pounds, which is attached to a rectangular weight called a mouton. The mouton, protruding outward from the upper part of the blade, also weighs 15 pounds. Those 30 pounds of razor-sharp metal will drop a little over 4 feet in a fraction of a second, severing the targeted manhood in less than 0.005 seconds, allowing the penis, or penis and testicle-filled scrotum, to drop onto the angled chute below and before the lunettes and slide down to the metal bowl on the floor. The blade edge is angled rather than straight and level to allow the blade to cut more quickly and cleanly through the flesh due to encountering less friction as it slices downward.”

Janet walked quickly over to the table containing the Chula tissue regenerator, and then returned to a position beside and behind the guillotine carrying two objects, holding up one of them, a silver key, as she chortled, “This is what I’ve wanted in the left post all those times I gave you fellatio while we fantasized about this day, Hank!” Janet inserted the key into the key hole on the outside of the post and rotated it. “Now the blade release mechanism is armed! Do you think I’m kidding? Watch this!”

Janet placed the frozen hot dog she had also retrieved from the table through the back of the lunette, and pulled the blade release handle—with a whoosh and a clang, the forward half of the tubular food dropped down onto the chute and rolled into the silver bowl. Janet giggled as she watched both men’s penises visibly twitch as they stared down at the severed substitute phallus, and quipped, “A poor demonstration of what is about to happen to you men’s sexual attributes, I admit. Dinah should have warned me that summer sausage would have been more representative of Ollie’s package! Speaking of packages, step on over to the front of the couches, and let the girls check you out. However, whatever they do to you, don’t you dare climax. I don’t want either of you ejaculating until you’re under the blade!”

“You’re having too much fun, Janet,” Hank Pym said while grinning at his wife. “I hope that doesn’t come back to haunt you. Pick a couch, Ollie! Then I’ll take the other. Don’t worry…I’m sure the girls will make us switch couches shortly!”

“I’m sure you’re right, Hank,” Oliver Queen replied while chuckling. “I’ll start at my girlfriend’s couch. From what I’ve been told, Wanda’s about to demonstrate some castration methods to the girls, and I want her to have some practice at demonstrating without actually doing before she starts fondling my baby makers!”

“Oh SHIT!” Hank spat as he stared back to his wife, who was operating the guillotine’s hydraulic lift to get the blade back to the cross-bar. “I wasn’t warned about that!” The blonde-haired scientist shrugged his shoulders, and bravely stepped forward to stand before Sue, and quipped, “Do your worst, ladies! Just keep in mind that I’m only going to let you castrate me once. Do it here and it will be a busted scrotum under the guillotine blade, and Janet working very hard to get me to spurt!”

“Oh, hush, Hank, you’re going to be fine,” Wanda said softly, grinning up at the man she had been forced to service for the two previous nights as partial payment for the entertainment he was about to provide her and her friends. “If you remember right, when Janet first offered you a trip to the future in exchange for temporary emasculation, your castration was going to be at my hand and Sue’s, literally, while Janet used the guillotine to give you a penectomy. Now she’s going to let the blade do the whole job, but I still want Sue to get the feel of testicle popping. Are you ready for that, Sue?”

“Sure, Wanda,” Sue said shyly, “as long as we’re not going to actually hurt Hank. I thought we were kidding when we made that threat! What do you want me to do?”

“Well, what we’re about to do might hurt a bit,” Wanda Maximoff said with a giggle as she knelt beside the hero, “but it won’t damage Dr. Pym unless you try really, really hard to do so. Testicles are actually pretty tough and resilient organs. With your palm facing upward, push your fingers into the bottom center of that large sack under that nice thick nine-incher that I’ve been forced to get to know quite well in recent nights. Like so!” Wanda said as she pushed her own fingers into the scrotum and worked to trap the hero’s left testicle away from his right.

“Go ahead, Sue!” Wanda said with a smile of encouragement. “Once you have his right testicle in your grasp, begin to close your fist, like so, making upward escape of the trapped baby maker impossible.” Wanda grinned as her blonde friend finally took her knees and followed suit, and quipped, “Nice goose eggs, aren’t they Sue? Now, push the end of your thumb inward and into the upper quadrant of the spherical organ, fully trapping it like this, and squeeze hard!” Wanda laughed as Hank Pym began groaning in discomfort.

“Concentrate on pressing your thumb tip inward, Sue,” Wanda implored. “Let me know when you can feel your testicle begin to change shape as you squeeze!”

As the groan from the hero above her grew louder, Sue replied with concern in her voice, “Yes, I can feel Hank’s testicle distending! Should I stop squeezing now? Are his eggs about to break?”

“No, don’t stop, Sue!” Wanda said laughing. “Let’s squeeze twice as hard, and really make Hank squirm. Actually, we would probably have to use every ounce of strength and effort we could muster to pop these testicles. As I said, they are actually resilient organs, but they can be popped if a girl tries hard enough.”

“Somebody else give ball busting a go!” Wanda quipped sardonically as she released her grip on Hank Pym’s scrotum. “Here, Janet, take my side!”

“I’ve learned all I want to about testicle popping, girls,” Sue said softly, sounding relieved as she released her grip as well. “Watch out, Hank! I’ll bet Zatanna tries to show your baby makers they are not as tough as Wanda says.”

As Zatanna reached over and cupped the hero-cum-scientist’s scrotum, she spat, “I could probably enjoy popping nice big balls like these, Sue. Hank, you’re very nicely hung. Janet is a lucky girl, and Wanda shouldn’t complain about having been in your harem the past two nights. Go ahead and take the other testicle, Janet, and together, we’ll turn your husband’s scrotum into a bag of mush!”

“No thanks, Zatanna,” Janet said, as she stood grinning. “Maybe I’ll give testicle popping a try on Hank some other night in our bedroom. Let Dinah and Diana cop some feels, and then I want Wanda to demonstrate something else.”

Dinah, while blushing badly, knelt and gently fondled Janet’s husband’s sack before wiping the seminal fluid, precum, off the tip of his penis and tasting it, and proclaiming, “You’re a sweet man, Hank Pym, to be putting up with all of this without complaint. I’ll save my ball busting practice for Ollie! Diana?”

“In ancient times, I unmanned many the fallen warrior to teach other tribes the futility of war with Amazons!” Diana chortled loudly. “I need not practice to remember how the deed is done. Make haste with the practice and be on to the actual unmanning!”

Janet laughed loudly and replied, “Good for you, Diana! However, be patient, as this unmanning business is new to the rest of us. Even Wanda, the demonstration girl, hasn’t actually done what’s she is teaching us. She has castrated farm animals before, however, using one of these!” Janet said holding out a pliers like device. “Can you give Hank the feel of this Burdizzo clamp, Wanda, while showing us girls how to use it?”

All six girls laughed as they watched Hank Pym grow pallid as he saw the dreaded instrument in his wife’s hands. “Sure, Janet,” Wanda replied giggling as she again took her knees, “I’ll show you how to properly castrate your husband. Let me have that tool!”

“You better watch out, Hank!” Oliver warned while chuckling heartily. “You may find out that Wanda didn’t care for being in your harem, after all. I’m glad she isn’t kneeling in front my testicles with that thing!”

“Don’t worry, Oliver,” Wanda replied scornfully, “I’ll see to it that you don’t feel left out of the fun. In a moment it will by your turn to let us girls inspect that mammoth manhood of yours, and, when it’s my turn, I’ll make a point of showing Dinah how this nine-inch Burdizzo clamp is used with you as the demonstration boy.”

“This, girls, is a farm tool invented in 1921 to geld, or castrate, animals, and to this day remains the second most commonly used tool to accomplish that purpose,” Wanda Maximoff announced as she pulled open the instrument’s jaws, breaking the oval formed by the curved clamp arms at the end of the straight pliers-like handles, and let each person examine their design. “This size clamp is designed for use on goats, calves, and similar sized animals, to make the animals more complacent and manageable with their desire to breed no longer an issue. I’m sure it would be perfect for use on these men, and equally effective in removing their randiness.”

Wanda smiled as everyone laughed, the men a bit more nervously than the girls, before continuing with, “The Burdizzo clamp is designed to crush the spermatic cords leading to the testicles, destroying their blood supply and killing the reproductive organs; once this is done, the testicles will soften, shrink, and, eventually, be absorbed into the body as testicular necrosis occurs. Naturally, crushing a spermatic cord not only damages the testicular artery, but it also destroys the vas deferens, which transports the sperm in anticipation of ejaculation, and the bundles of nerves within the cord. Note that the lower jaw of the clamp has a rectangular cutout for most of its width, and that the upper jaw is less wide than the lower jaw, being designed to completely fill the cutout. The cutout is there as an aid to trap the cord in place before the jaw is swiftly and forcefully closed.”

“Now that I have explained what the tool is for,” Wanda said with a mischievous smile as she looked up into Hank Pym’s concern-filled blue eyes, “it is time to demonstrate its use, save for the swift and forceful closing, naturally.” She gently reached up to the hero’s scrotum and pinched the sack together, well above the left testicle, with her left hand. Once she had Hank’s left spermatic cord located and pinched between her thumb and middle finger she urged, “Janet, pinch just above my fingers so you can see what the cord feels like.”

Janet giggled as she complied with her own left hand and then quipped, “Okay, Wanda, I can feel the cord, and not for the first time…although I didn’t know exactly what I was feeling as I fondled my husband’s family jewels in the past. How do you get the cord trapped between the clamp’s jaws?”

“I’m getting to that, Janet,” Wanda replied laughingly as she pointed the open jaws of the instrument upward while holding the widespread handles in the palm of her right hand as Hank stared downward with fear in his eyes. With one jaw on either side of the scrotum, Wanda firmly pulled the cutout against the sack between her pinching fingers and Janet’s, and then slid her thumb upward to push the cord firmly against the metal on the other side of the testicular pouch. “Now slide your thumb downward, Janet, until yours is touching mine, and then push inward and downward until you can tell the cord is trapped against metal,” Wanda suggested while grinning broadly.

“Okay, I can feel the metal on the other side of Hank’s skin, Wanda,” Janet replied after moving her thumb as requested. “I’ve got the cord firmly in place in the cutout. Now what do I do?”

“Use your right hand to take the handles from me and hold the clamp in place, Janet,” Wanda replied with obvious excitement. “Then CAREFULLY close the jaws until the upper jaw just starts to fill the cutout in the lower jaw.”

Janet Van Dyne grinned from ear-to-ear as she followed her best friend’s instructions to the letter, causing her husband to grunt as he felt unusual pressure on his scrotum, and then asked, “Okay, the jaws are almost closed, and I can tell the cord is still there. Now what do I do?”

“IF, Janet, and I do mean IF,” Wanda said slowly, making sure her excited teammate was listening, “you were going to kill Hank’s left testicle, and you were absolutely sure the cord was trapped in the cutout,” Wanda paused as she returned her own thumb to the scrotum just below Janet’s. “Which it is, you would, and don’t do this, squeeze the pliers’ handles together as quickly and firmly as possible, and hold the clamp jaws firmly closed with all the strength you could muster for about three minutes, preventing blood loss by allowing primary hemostasis to occur.”

Wanda smiled, and began to relax as she noted Janet had not slammed the jaws closed, before explaining, “If you close the clamp too slowly or not firmly enough the artery swells and complications can arise. However, if you follow my instructions, the cord will be crushed, without the scrotum filling with blood. We started with the cord high in the sack above the testicle, because I like to make doubly sure the job’s done, and would clamp the same cord in the same manner again, at least a quarter-inch lower. Then I would move on to the right spermatic cord, and complete the animal’s castration. Now, Janet, unless you are going to kill that testicle at this time, I suggest you remove your left hand from holding the cord in place, and use both hands to carefully open the clamp. Then we’ll let the other girls practice castration using Hank’s testicles for target practice.”

Janet grinned and pulled the clamp jaws open while quipping to her husband, “I’m not going to use the Burdizzo clamp on Hank today, girls. I’m reserving that option for the day I find out he cheated on me…in the 21^st Century that is. Don’t get too comfortable, though, honey. Sue will practice on you next, and after that, maybe Zatanna. You may yet have to splort under the guillotine blade with only one working baby maker!” Six girls giggled as Hank’s penis twitched upward as his wife threatened his castration. Janet handed the clamp back to Wanda, saying, “Here, Miss Maximoff, you said you wanted to show all of us how to do it…show Sue next!”

“I’ll pass, Janet!” Sue spat quickly. “I’m not going to take even the remote chance of hurting Hank. Besides, he looks like he’s going to ejaculate if we don’t leave him alone for a minute. Also, if this has anything to do with foxhunts and punishing the men that participate in them, I help hold them down, but you, Wanda, or Zatanna will have to do the dirty work.”

“I agree with Sue,” Zatanna added softly. “Hank’s leaking a lot of precum, and his penis isn’t twitching without reason. We best leave him for the guillotine machine’s tender touch. Besides, if I’m going to castrate a hero, accidentally or on purpose, I want it to be Green Arrow.”

Wanda nodded as she stared at Hank Pym’s nine-inch phallus and said, “Yes, that is one difference between castrating men and animals. The animals don’t know what’s happening, and rarely get aroused. It seems that the thought of testicular destruction really turns, at least some, men on! Take a break while we girls fondle Oliver’s family jewels, Hank, and then my part in this pre-field-trip-to-the-future warm-up will be over.”

“Step in front of Sue, Ollie,” Dinah Lance urged her boyfriend while wearing a slight blush. “It’s your turn to get my future coin purse groped while it’s still full of something other than metal. I’ll join you in a minute…and Diana as well, if she would like to.

Oliver Queen grinned as he stood from the seat he had taken between Dinah and Princess Diana, and stepped to stand with his feet spread just wider than shoulder width apart before the pretty blonde he knew as the Invisible Woman. “Have at me, Sue,” Oliver quipped. “Let’s see if you and Wanda can simultaneously pop these nuts.”

Sue Richards blushed beet red with embarrassment as she stared with amazement at eleven-inches of obscenely thick man meat in front of her, and the huge and obviously overstuffed scrotum below it. She wanted to shrink away and hide in a corner, or just use her power to become invisible, but she knew this was being treated as a sort of bachelorette party, and that she was expected to participate like every other girl. She reached up and gently ran her hand up and down the huge phallus to gage its girth and length, and then use both hands to cup the goateed man’s scrotum, palming a tennis-ball-sized testicle in each hand. “I’m sorry to tell you this, Oliver,” Sue said with a silly smile on her face, “but these testicles are much too large for me to pop using the grip Wanda taught me earlier. I’ll be interested to see if she has a different hold to use on such as these.”

“Your turn, Janet,” Wanda said softly as she watched the blushing blonde sitting next to her relinquish Oliver Queen’s assets. “Then you’ll probably want to fetch the elastrator so you can get these guys ready for the chop!”

Janet laughed as she watched both Hank, now sitting between Dinah and the Amazon Princess, and Oliver’s penises twitch at the word elastrator and then again at the word chop, as she knelt beside the emerald archer. She gently fondled his huge testicles while leaning forward to lick the precum coating Ollie’s meatus with the tip of her tongue before pulling her head back and chortling, “Your humpy is awfully sweet too, Dinah. I just might be jealous of his equipment if Hank hadn’t invented Pym particles, allowing him grow to any size I want him to be. Most of the time, I prefer the more than adequate equipment that he was born with, but I have my moods from time to time!”

“That’s more information than any of us wanted to know about your love life, Janet, thank you very much!” Wanda quipped as Janet stood and stepped away. Wanda knelt and palmed Ollie’s left testicle in her hand and said with a loud giggle, “Take the right one, will you, Zatanna. Let’s prove Sue wrong about my testicle popping grip!” Wanda grinned as she watched a thoughtful Zatanna take her knees and comply.

“Got him?” Wanda asked as she stared into the magic wielder’s eyes across from her as each girl squeezed her fingers inward and positioned her popping thumb. As Zatanna nodded, Wanda exhorted, “When I give the word, let’s both squeeze at three-quarter strength. I want to hear Oliver Queen groan as two girls strive to turn his testicles into mush! Ready? GO!” Wanda squeezed hard and pushed inward with her thumb tip until she could feel the testicle in her hand deform, and heard the man known as Green Arrow issue a low, throaty moan as he felt his gonads on the verge of bursting.

Wanda laughed and released her grip, and then watched Zatanna squeeze even harder for another three seconds, prolonging Oliver’s groan; then the Scarlet Witch announced, “I’m not positive, Sue, but I think we could have popped him. What say we give Ollie a taste of the Burdizzo clamp instead? Who wants to clamp one of his cords first…Dinah?”

“I’m going to give it a try, Wanda,” Dinah replied softly wearing a mischievous grin on her face, “and perform castration by double clamping his right spermatic cord.” All six girls burst into laughter as they watched the large penis bob upward to become even more erect. “But Zatanna can do the left cord first.”

“I’ll pass,” Zatanna replied with a chuckle. “If I’m going to add castratrix to my business card, as well as performing magician, I think I would prefer to employ a tool that I myself invented. You have a go, Dinah! In truth, I think you SHOULD use the clamp to make him half castrato. Maybe his singing voice will improve!”

As the girls burst into laughter, Oliver Queen dryly replied, “I’m most definitely post-puberty, so having one nut or none isn’t going to raise my pitch by a single octave. I’m with Hank…you girls are having way too much fun at our expense. Don’t expect me not to spank you girls if I get a chance…and I will get that chance with you, Dinah, when we get back home at the end of the night!”

“Don’t you even think about putting me over your knee, Oliver Queen!” Dinah Lance spat with a broad smile on her face. “We girls aren’t doing anything that you boys weren’t warned we would do as the price you have to pay for your ticket to any male’s fantasy future. Give me the Burdizzo clamp, Wanda, and then keep a careful watch to make sure I kill Ollie’s right testicle using proper technique!”

Wanda wore a look of concern on her face as she handed the farm implement to the blonde Justice Leaguer taking her knees while Zatanna retook her seat, and replied emphatically, “Okay, Dinah, here it is, but make sure we do this in careful steps, just like I showed Janet. Can we do that?”

“Sure, Wanda, we can do that,” Dinah replied giggling, “although, to be honest, it didn’t look that hard to do. I just pinch the top of Ollie’s scrotum, with my left hand like this, to find his cord. Yes, I’ve got it!” Dinah waited until Wanda scooted around to kneel beside her and check the pinched sack with her own thumb and middle finger. As the auburn-haired Avenger nodded with laughter in her gold-flecked blue eyes, Dinah pushed open the jaws of the large clamp with her right hand, and raised the sordid instrument up to encircle her boyfriend’s gonad pouch.

“Now with the cutout side of the clamp positioned on the other side of Ollie’s sack, just below my pinch, I push in and downward to press his cord against the metal, centered against the cutout.” Dinah paused again while she let Wanda check her work.

“Yes, that feels right, Dinah,” Wanda admitted as she examined the position of the cord against the depression in the metal surface, and then stared into the blonde’s blue eyes. “The next step is crucial! DON’T over close the clamp. Go ahead.”

“Right!” Dinah replied with a chuckle. “Then I carefully close the clamp until the clamp surface on this side of the scrotum just reaches the depression on the other side to form a rectangular opening surrounding the cord! Done that, right?”

Again Wanda checked the blonde heroine’s positioning before agreeing and then screaming, “Yes…that feels right…WAIT! Are you getting ready to do what I think you’re getting ready to do?”

“Yes, Wanda I am,” Dinah replied giggling badly. “I’m about to slam this clamp closed as quickly and with as much force as I can manage, and then I’m going to keep squeezing the handles for three minutes to make sure the job’s done right. It’s okay with you if I use this clamp to kill your right testicle isn’t it, Ollie?”

Oliver Queen, his penis twitching repeatedly, obviously on the verge of ejaculation, replied calmly, “Of course it’s okay with me, sweetheart! Do anything you want with this set of equipment. Just don’t complain to me if you mar your coin purse!”

“WAIT, DINAH!” Wanda yelled in panic as she watched the pony-tailed blonde turn her attention back to Oliver’s scrotum. “You can do this in a minute, if that is what you still want, but first I need to make sure you understand something. If you slam that clamp closed, Ollie is going to scream bloody murder, because crushing those spermatic cord nerves without anesthetic is going to be far from painless. After that, I don’t see how you’re going to get him to climax when his manhood is on the chopping block. Did you promise Ollie an orgasm just as his penis is guillotined off to become your sex toy?”

“Yeah, you’re right, I did, Wanda,” Dinah Lance replied with a sheepish grin on her face. As she pulled the handles open, releasing the trapped cord providing lifeblood to Oliver Queen’s right testicle below his still twitching penis, she quipped, “I guess I better go back to my original plans for the demise of Ollie’s package. We girls are already getting the best of it…the boys are each surrendering two testicles and one penis for a chance to watch us girls risk two breasts. We come out ahead by at least three to two!”

“Right, that’s one way to look at it, Dinah,” Wanda replied with a thoughtful look on her face as she took the Burdizzo clamp back from the overeager blonde. “The other way to look at it is, we get to do what we’ve been doing for less than an hour, while they get to watch girls get debreasted, hanged, and maybe even spitted, not to mention cooked and eaten, from 6 p.m. to possibly as late as 2 a.m. Where do you want this, Janet? I think we should put it away until there are men around that deserve to have it used on them!”

“Put it on the table by the tissue regenerator for now, Wanda,” Janet replied softly with a dreamy look on her face as she took her knees between the two couches facing the guillotine holding some new equipment, including another pliers-like instrument. “I’ll put it away when we clean up before we leave for the time-ship. Jarvis, the Avengers’ butler, is going to be peeved enough as it is when he finds that the guillotine has been reinstalled in here. If he figures out what that clamp is for we are really going to hear about it. Step in front of me, Hank! We have to make some preparations for your unmanning…to make sure my Real-Cock strap-on remains big and firm after its been liberated, and to make sure you don’t bleed out while we’re confiscating Dinah’s Real-Cock dildo and coin purse from Ollie.”

“Great!” Hank Pym spat acerbically as he stepped in front of his wife just as Wanda retook her seat. “At first glance at that thing in your hand, Janet, I would have to guess this is just your excuse to put us through some more cock-and-ball torture! What is that, anyhow?”

“This is an elastrator, Hank,” Janet said grinning like a Cheshire cat. “It’s another farm implement used to facilitate the castration or docking of animals through a procedure called elastration, or the more mundane term, banding. If Wanda was right when she said that the Burdizzo clamp was the second most commonly used castration tool, then I suppose this, combined with a similar instrument called a Tri-bander, must be the most used tool. This model is generally used on sheep and goats, so once again likely suitable for men, but I think Ollie’s testicles are going to require some hard work and ingenuity!”

“As for the torture you accused me of planning, unlike the clamp or surgical removal of the testicles, anesthetics are not required for elastration,” Janet said with pretended disdain. “The discomfort associated with the process is, at first, said to be short-lived, a plus in any setting, but the actual castration or docking takes quite a while to be completed, a negative when quick castration is the goal, but a another plus for people who like castration play, or for our purposes here today. It generally takes six or more hours to complete the bloodless castration, with, once again, the cause of death being the deprivation of blood supply—in this case the scrotum dies along with the testicles.”

“The elastrator is just a tool that is used to apply these little green elastrator rings, which are powerful latex elastic bands,” Janet Van Dyne explained, now sounding more gleeful, as she held out a small ring in the palm of her hand, and then acted out the explanation that followed. “You just slip a ring over the four metal posts at the tip of the elastrator, which in its current position looks like the closed tip of regular pliers. However, note the rear-pointing-shallow-V-shaped components that are attached between the pliers’ handles, and the rods that run from them to the rear two posts at the elastrator tip. As I squeeze the handles and force open what would be the jaws of the pliers, the front posts are pried apart sideways, and as the V-shaped components are forced together and the V deepens, the rear posts are pulled backwards as well as pried apart.”

Janet pushed the tip of the compressed elastrator into the air and chortled, “Just look at that, the tiny little ring is now a fairly large square. Just put a full scrotum through the center of the squared elastrator ring and use your fingernail to push the ring off the posts, and SNAP the testicles, scrotum, and spermatic cords are trapped inside a little tiny ring and being strangled of their blood supply. The trapped flesh and organs will die in hours, shrivel in days, and fall away from the animal’s…or man’s…body in a week or two. Remove the elastic ring in a reasonably short time, and there likely won’t be damage resulting from the elastration.”

“Okay, the educational component of this pre-field-trip-to-the-future party is over,” Janet Van Dyne announced with obvious glee. “Now it’s time to get you boy’s ready to pay for your tickets to gynophagia land. I want your penis as large and as firm as I can get it, Hank, so I’m going to perform fellatio on you. I want you to warn me off if you get anywhere near climaxing, though…we save that for after you’ve been strapped into the guillotine. Is that understood?”

“Yes, of course, Janet,” Hank replied with a quivering voice and widened blue eyes as he watched his wife, the winsome Wasp, push the tip of the elastrator and the squared elastic ring over his manhood and position the ring at the base of his penis. “But why are you doing that?”

“When you are as hard as you’re going to get, Hank,” Janet replied with an excited grin, “I’m going to push the ring off the ring posts, now pointed towards the apex of your legs, allowing the elastic ring to compress around the base of your penis, trapping the blood that is making you erect in the phallus that will soon be mine. Be sure to warn me off if there is any indication you might ejaculate, Hank!”

Hank Pym moaned in pleasure as his wife pushed her head forward and took him into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked and slurped for only about ten seconds before he gasped, “Stop now, Janet, or…!” The tall blonde hero/scientist heard a loud snap and spat, “OWE!” as he felt the base of his penis violently compressed. “SHIT! That doesn’t feel good, although I can’t say I’m in agony. What have you done, Janet?”

“Exactly what I said I would do, Hank,” the spunky heroine replied as she pointed the tip of the elastrator up in front of her husband to show him the elastrator ring was no longer around the ring posts at its tip. “I’ve banded the base of your penis so that you won’t lose a lot of blood when your manhood is removed by the guillotine blade. It doesn’t feel good because your body knows the ring will dock your penis if it is allowed to stay in place for too long. Now, be patient while I band your penis a second time, say a quarter inch above the first ring, to keep the blood in the phallus once it’s severed. Then I’ll double band your scrotum so that you won’t bleed much from that wound either, and so that your severed testicles will stay in your sack as it slides down the chute and into the bowl…that way the Authenticock factory can use them to properly size the faux testicles that will replace them as part of my strap-on.”

As she watched Janet quickly put another elastic ring around the four posts at the closed tip of the elastrator, and then push the instrument open to stretch the little ring into a square, Diana interrupted with, “Janet, if I might be so bold as to make a suggestion?”

“Yes, Diana, what is it?” the heiress asked grinning as she twisted her head to stare at the huge-breasted Amazon.

“Are you quite certain that the quarter-inch spacing will place the second band on this side of the guillotine blade?” Princess Diana asked softly with a twinkle in her eyes. “Mayhap it would be best to apply the second bands to penis and scrotum when they are through the lunettes. It would be rather awkward to have to slice a band off either body part after application, would it not?”

“Yes, Diana, it would,” Janet replied with a nervous giggle. “I hadn’t thought of that. It is fortunate that we have a practiced trophy collector here with us today. Just how many warriors have you unmanned…in ancient times?”

“Many dozens, Janet, when my sisters and I made our home in the Mediterranean, before moving to our island in the Bermuda Triangle,” Diana replied with obvious sincerity. “The walls of our ancient city were decorated with the tanned evidence of our many victories. I fear this did not make us many friends in the land of man.”

“I would imagine not, Diana,” Janet said softly with newly increased awe of the Amazon warrior. “Feel free to chip in at any time.” Then the spunky girl turned back to her husband and said, “I guess we skip the double banding for now, and instead get your scrotum and testicles ready for removal, darling, by applying elastration to the very top of your sack. When I do that, it’s going to hurt for a moment. How does your penis feel?”

“I can still feel the compression, but I’m almost comfortable now,” Hank replied softly, beginning to sound a bit impatient. “Aren’t these elastrator rings going to prevent me from ejaculating as I get guillotined?” Hanks eyes widened again and he issued a low groan as he watched his wife raise the tip of the loaded elastrator between his legs and felt her push one testicle at a time through the open square.

Janet laughed as she looked up into her husband’s eyes, pausing in her positioning of the castration ring, and scornfully said, “You’re the scientist, darling, so you could the answer the question for yourself, but no, the banding shouldn’t interfere with your ability to ejaculate. When you climax, your prostate sends semen surging up your urethra to spray out your pee-hole, or meatus. The urethra runs up the central core of your penis, and shouldn’t be affected by the surface compression from the elastic band, and nothing at all is being done to your prostate. Your penis’s blood supply, on the other hand, is primarily supplied by arteries located near the surface of your manhood, such as the dorsal and bulbo-urethral arteries. We’ve already talked about the testicular arteries. Therefore, the surface compression will drastically reduce the post-emasculation bleeding.”

Hank Pym nodded with a sheepish grin on his face, and then frowned as he watched his wife return her attention to his scrotum, and the family jewels now trapped below the squared and stretched tiny elastic ring. He held his breath as he watched her reach for his sack with her left hand and moaned slightly as he felt her verify both testicles were in the bottom of his gonad pouch, squeeze her hand as she circled the sack above his baby makers, and then pull firmly downward. Although he couldn’t see or sense it when the winsome Wasp rotated her thumb upward to push up on the stretched ring with her thumbnail, he heard the loud SNAP when the ring slipped off the elastrator posts, and let out a loud gasp of pain as the ring abruptly closed to encircle the apex of his scrotum.

“OH GOD!” Hank moaned as his knees began to buckle and he lost his air. “JEESE! That felt like someone kicked me in the nuts with all their might! What the hell, Janet?”

“Sorry, Hank,” Janet replied softly wearing a frown for the first time in a while as she stared up into her husband’s watering eyes. “While your body protests you penis’s potential docking with temporary discomfort, it protests the potential castration and end of your ability to reproduce with a much more painful message. Don’t worry Hank! Like getting kicked in the gonads, you’ll soon feel fine. You wouldn’t like it a few hours from now, though, if we left your testicles banded, and your body started protesting their slow death from their circulation being cut off.”

Janet smiled again, this time with a look of reassurance that gradually became glee, as she proclaimed, “However, that isn’t going to happen! In a few short minutes our little game will be over, the package you were born with will be mine, after being guillotined from your crotch, and on its way to being preserved as a Real-Cock strap-on, and you’ll be wearing a brand new, bigger and better penis, scrotum, and testicles between your legs. Now go stand behind the guillotine machine and contemplate your fate as Dinah and I get the next guy partly ready!”

“Yes dear,” Hank Pym replied with an obviously forced chuckle as he tried to manage an equally forced smile. “I’ll do that, but as you work on that next guy, maybe you should remind us why we’re doing this by telling us what we’re going to see at this nightclub tonight. Yo! Ollie you’re up!”

“You talk, Wanda, while Dinah and I work,” Janet chortled happily. “Get over here, Ollie! I want to get you halfway ready and back to Hank before he loses sensitivity in his banded flesh. You too, Dinah! I’ll help perform the elastration on your humpy, but you’re going to be the one getting him fully erect and then pushing the elastic rings off the end of the elastrator posts, dooming his sexual assets to a potentially slow demise! Talk Wanda!”

Wanda laughed as she watched first Oliver and then Dinah stand and move into positions before and beside Janet as she said, “We’re going to arrive in the future in a small room. We’ll walk through a dairy made for human cows…in the nude, girls, so that we avoid our first chance at death sentences…and then through a barbecue pit area meant to cook girls, usually starting with them alive over the coals. We’ll put our bikinis on in the pit area. Then we’ll walk into Final Fantasy, the debreasting booth nightclub that is to be the night’s principal venue, where not wearing your bottoms, girls, is a another way to get a death sentence…except in the debreasting booth Game room and, I assume, the new balance beam jousting area.”

Wanda Maximoff giggled as she watched Oliver’s eyes widen as he listened to her and watched Janet load and stretch the first elastrator ring. She watched in silence as her friend slide the squared opening over the end of the huge penis until it encircled its base, and watched Dinah begin to perform fellatio on the man, before continuing with, “We’ll take our seats at the reserved table, the best seat in the house, right next to the dance floor, and show you boys and Dinah the debreasting booths and their controls on the outside of the booths. If Bill Jennings says hello, and I’m sure he will, I’ll have him give you boys a tour of the inside of the Game room too. Then, early in the night, Dinah, and presumably you boys as well, will pop a set of breast balloons, and have sandwiches made from their meat delivered to our table.”

Wanda paused as she heard the man grunt, “That’s enough, sweetheart,” and then watched the Green Arrow jump and grimace at the sound of a snap as his girlfriend, Black Canary, pushed the tightly stretched elastic ring off the farm implement’s posts to bite into the base of his huge penis.

Wanda continued her description of the night ahead of the group of eight with, “After Dinah has officially joined the debreasting club from the kitchen side of the booths, we heroines will start taking turns in the debreasting booths inside the Game room. One of us will go first, before Dinah risks her own breast bacon as she offers it up for donation to the kitchen. That won’t be me, as I get to take my first turn in the booth last this time because I was debreasted first last time. I imagine Diana will have already engaged in some balance beam jousts as well, and you’ll get to watch girls hang from their breasts until their razor-wire nooses send them to the floor breastless.”

Wanda laughed as she watched Janet load a second small elastic ring on the elastrator, and then position the stretched and squared ring against the base of Oliver’s scrotum. The reason for her laugh was the struggle Janet and Dinah went through trying to get the band over the man’s big gonad pouch. Finally, Janet had Dinah force the huge testicles one at a time through the square as she held the elastrator open to its maximum width and Oliver moaned in discomfort as his testicles were squeezed and deformed.

The deed finally done, and the two kneeling girls seemingly ready to pause in their castration efforts, Wanda announced, “By mid-evening I guarantee at least one of us heroines will have failed at our efforts to keep the breasts we’ve been offering as potential donations in the booths from being accepted, and will be sitting at your table breastless. Some of us may have played the booth game from the kitchen side…and perhaps you men more than once.”

Wanda chortled, as she watched Janet begin working the stretched band up to the base of Oliver’s scrotum, “If you decide not to trade the price of a fillet for your wife or girlfriend’s harvested breasts, you men will be able to inspect the nude on-duty potential-menu-item waitress’s assets, and decide if you want to eat her fresh-cooked fillet after ordering her onto the back of a Jessica machine to have a six-foot-long one-and-a-half-inch-diameter sharply-pointed spear spit her from labia to lips and sending her skewered out to the pits to begin her roasting alive. Yes it’s legal to murder a girl in gynophagia land, and the potential murder victim will change hourly!”

Wanda paused as she watched Janet nod to Dinah, and then watched the blonde Justice Leaguer reach up to the elastrator’s posts, now positioned against at the top of her boyfriend’s scrotum, and push the tightly stretched tiny band free with her fingernails. There was a loud snap, and the Green Arrow moaned, “OOoHHhh! GOD!” Then he facetiously announced, “That felt good! Quick! Do me again!”

“Later, Ollie,” Janet replied while grinning, “we will have to band your penis a second time. I think we’re done banding your scrotum and testicles, though. I’m not sure Dinah can get them through an elastrator ring a second time without popping them, and your huge gonads don’t need to be in the pouch that will become Dinah’s new coin sack when we send your sex life to the Authenticock Real Cock-Dildo factory. Finish up, Wanda. I want to get Hank strapped into the fully armed guillotine with his package through the lunettes.”

“Right, Janet,” Wanda said laughing, “I’ll try to be more succinct. It’s potentially going to be an unusually event-filled night. Just before mid-evening, and Final Fantasy’s nightly lottery, we expect four or five girls will be having a hanging duel in which, after a minimal drop, the girls will air dance with their necks in nooses until only one girl is still dancing. That girl will be let down from her rope, and the bodies of the other girls sent out to the barbecue pits.”

“Then there will be the nightly lottery,” Wanda said, now frowning instead of smiling. “Two numbers will be drawn from a bin of disks deposited by girls foolishly willing to take a chance at a death sentence and becoming meat. If the hanging duel does occur, we may not have to watch two girls get killed just in front of us, and instead will watch them get sexually nullified as their breasts are sliced off and their clitorises extirpated.”

“The final big event, if the Metropolitan University Dragons won a double gymnastics Tournament Championship and everything else works out right,” Wanda chortled with a knowing look on her face, “will be a five girl balloon popping party as the girls occupying all five debreasting booths get their offered breast bacon donations more-or-less-simultaneously accepted for our viewing pleasure. Finally, if everything works out correctly from my jaded perspective, a perspective you boys will likely find agreeable, we will make our return journey through the barbeque pit area and the dairy, nude again, with all of us girls breastless. Sorry, Diana, I’m hoping that breastlessness includes you as well, and admit it without meaning any offense. Is the night I just described worth the sacrifice you boys are about to make?”

“No offense taken, friend Wanda,” Diana replied while chuckling heartily, “for I will be cheering, breasted or breastless, when your chest is flattened for my viewing pleasure. Speaking of viewing pleasure, Oliver, answer Wanda’s question, and then take a seat so that I can watch Hank Pym’s unmanning with an unobstructed view!”

“Yes, it sounds worth it, Wanda,” Oliver replied with a broad smile, “as long as my package gets successfully regenerated before we leave. It was, however, a little late to ask, seeing as Hank and I have already been banded. I’ll sit down now for a minute. I was told you would take the chop first, Hank. Good luck!”

“Gee thanks, Ollie!” Hank spat sarcastically. “Oh! What the hell! Strap me in, Janet, and let’s take care of Wonder Woman’s viewing pleasure!”

As Hank Pym stepped up to the back of the guillotine and thrust his penis through the nearly closed iris behind the lunette for perhaps the hundredth time over the last few years, he grinned as he watched his wife twist the key in the safety mechanism from armed to locked, and quipped, “What’s the matter, Janet? It’s too late for either of us to change our mind. I wouldn’t if I could, to be honest. I really want to be there for the night Wanda just described!”

“You’ll be there to see all that, and probably more, Hank,” Janet replied jovially while again wearing an ear-to-ear grin. “Changing my mind was never a possibility. I’ve waited too long for this day! I just want to make sure there aren’t any accidents. That blade is not falling until the cock and balls you were born with are cumming for their last time!”

“My, my, we must be enjoying ourselves, dearest,” Hank said chuckling as he enjoyed the intense excitement on his wife’s face as she opened the iris fully. “I hardly ever get to hear you talk nasty while using four letter words!”

“Yeah, we will have to wash my mouth out with soap when we get back home, Henry Pym, won’t we?” Janet Van Dyne chortled gleefully. “Now find a comfortable position with your upper body clearly out of the blade’s path, and press your lower hips firmly against the lunettes!”

The winsome Wasp giggled loudly as her husband adjusted his position, and then reached down to tug on his banded penis before carefully pulling his scrotum forward to position his testicles on the business side of the lunette. “Hold that pose, honey buns, while I strap you in place,” Janet instructed as she flashed a wicked smile at her husband.

“Get on with it, wench!” Hank said with mock impatience, as his wife stepped behind him and grabbed the ends of both sides of the restraining belt. “I’ve been wearing this hard-on for much too long. I need some relief, and you promised me a blow job.”

“I assure you, husband, that I will put an end to that erection,” Janet chortled as she threaded belt end through buckle. “You’ll even get some fellatio, but my head won’t be in the way of these ladies’ views when ejaculation finally happens. We’ll manage to bring you to climax is a less obtrusive manner.”

Janet quickly stepped back to the front of the guillotine, and checked again the position of the flesh targeted by sharp blade. “That will have to do,” Janet quipped, “though it looks as if some of my strap-on will remain wasted. Diana was right…the gap between your penis bands will be nearer a half inch than a quarter.”

“Sorry about that, dear!” Hank said in his most apologetic tone as he watched his wife bend and pick up the elastrator. “Pull on my penis again, and maybe you can get more of me under the blade.”

“Oh, I’ll be sure to do that, Hank,” Janet replied chidingly as she fit a small, green elastic ring over the four posts at the end of the closed castration tool, “before I apply the second band to MY phallus. However, first I’m going to apply a second band to my scrotum, so that my testicles won’t get lost after the blade severs them from your body allowing them to tumble and slide downward into my collection bowl, dear husband.”

“Oh shit!” Hank Pym spat as he watched Janet squeeze the elastrator handles to form the familiar stretched elastic square, and then lowered the business end of the tool to his scrotum, now draped over the surface of the lower lunette cutout. He held his breath as Janet pushed the stretched band over the end of his sack with her right hand and then circled his gonad pouch with her left hand, working her fingers to make sure both testicles were in the bottom of the sack. Then he watched with apprehension as her thumb moved forward out of his view. At the sound of another loud SNAP, the hero and scientist moaned in pain again, and sardonically quipped, “Jeese, Ollie, to think that you actually asked for another of those kicks in the nads!”

“Leave Oliver out of this, Henry Pym,” Janet spat with mock irritation, as she loaded another small green ring on the tip of the elastrator. “It isn’t wise for a man to divert his attention away from his castratrix, as Ollie will no doubt discover for himself when he is where your are!” Janet continued scornfully as she pressed the elastrator open and lowered it to her husband’s tumid penis.

“Yes dear,” Hank replied playfully as he watched the stretched square elastic get pushed over the glans of his penis, “I’ll not allow myself to get distracted from your attentions again.” In truth, Hank Pym was relieved that the second banding of his testicles hadn’t hurt as much of the first, and the memory of its happening was already fading. He held his breath again as Janet tugged outward on his penis as she positioned the loaded band near the base of his manhood. He grunted and gritted his teeth as his penis took another hard squeeze accompanied by another loud snap.

“There we go, dear husband,” Janet chortled gleefully as she placed the elastrator on the floor, “my strap-on components are properly secured for shipping. The discomfort I’ve been putting them through is done…until it’s time for their emancipation…and the guillotine blade’s sweet kiss of death. Now it’s time to pleasure them…and exhort one last living climax out of them. Are you ready for that, Henry Pym, my Giant-Man?”

“Yes, dear wife, I am,” Hank admitted with a quiver in his voice. “I’m ready for one of your patented blow jobs…before I feel the Wasp’s sting!”

“Good boy!” Janet chirped excitedly as she patted the engorged glans on the wrong side of a penis guillotine with her right hand. “Look out to your audience, Hank, and five of the loveliest girls in the world, who are going to watch you get pleasured, and then watch you get emasculated as you spray your seed, first with a penis, and then with a stump.”

“Come on, Wanda, let’s give Hank a real show as Janet goes to work on him!” Zatanna suggested mischievously as she watched Janet bend to lower her head. “I think a bunch of women masturbating in front of him should lighten Janet’s work load!”

“What, Zatanna?” Wanda gasped obviously horrified at what she was being asked to do. “No way!”

“Come on, Wanda,” Zatanna implored, “you’ve done this before…at Club X in front of strangers. Surely you can manage the courage to do it for your friend and breast regenerator. With all the sets of balloons I expect you will end up getting popped off your chest in the coming weeks, months, and perhaps years, I would think you would be willing to do anything to make this event as pleasant as possible for Hank.”

“Gosh darn it, Zatanna,” Wanda spat with obvious irritation, “you’re not supposed to talk about things that happened in the 41^st Century while we’re here in the 21^st Century!” Wanda looked up to see Hank Pym grinning at her, and then at Oliver to see him doing the same, before admitting, “It was a game with penalties, and I suffered fewer penalties…riding crop slashes to widespread vulva…than Zatanna here, although she managed to bring herself to climax first. All right, I’ll do it, Zatanna, but I’m not going to start frigging until you do!”

“Thanks, Wanda, I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be the only girl masturbating at the sight of a hero being unmanned!” Zatanna replied sounding obviously relieved. “How about you, Sue? Are you with us? Dinah? Diana?”

“No way, Zatanna,” Sue Richards spat blushing beet red. “I’ll spread if every other girl does, but I’m not fingering myself!”

Oliver Queen burst into laughter as first Dinah and then Diana spread their legs wide on either side of him in answer to Sue’s challenge. “Hey, Janet,” Oliver called out to the girl with a penis in one hand and a guillotine blade release handle in the other, getting ready to perform fellatio in a bent over position, “if I have Dinah here masturbate for Hank’s viewing pleasure, will you do the same for me? Before you answer, I thought I would say the word, ‘key’!”

“Thanks, Ollie!” Janet replied, grinning sheepishly as she straighten up and rotated the key from ‘locked’ back to ‘armed’. “Yes, I’ll frig myself to climax watching you get emasculated…if Dinah does so now!”

“Oh, all right!” Dinah replied with obvious irritation while matching blushes with Sue. “I’ll play with myself while Janet works on Hank’s penis, but I can’t promise to climax. I’ve never masturbated in public before…or even while you watched, Ollie…it is a very private and personal thing. Start, Zatanna!”

“If you had bothered to look, Dinah,” Zatanna chuckled loudly as she dipped the fingers of her right hand past her labial lips and into her vagina and stirred while gently, but rapidly patting her clitoris with the tips of her left hand’s middle and forefingers, “you you would see that I already have started, and that the fingers of Wanda’s right hand are circling her own love button. You start, while Janet provides us with an unusual form of erotic entertainment.”

Janet glanced back to the couch to see Oliver Queen grinning like a mad man as he glanced from one vulva to another, and then stared into her husband’s eyes and chortled, “Look at that, honey buns, the girls are putting on a show for you as you get ready to entertain them! In case you haven’t noticed, although I’m certain you have, even Diana is fingering herself! However, do try to pay attention to what’s happening to your own sex organs, and let me know if you feel a climax coming on!”

Hank Pym grinned quickly to his wife, before returning his attention to four girls masturbating using various techniques, and one blushing blonde obviously struggling to keep her hands well away from herself, thinking, ‘Now this is educational.’ Then he moaned as he felt his wife take the bulb of his penis glans into her mouth, and push her head forward until his manhood entered her throat. As she swallowed around him, he moaned even louder in pleasure and threw his head back. As he stared at the sharp blade above him, he thought, ‘Cripes! I’ll not be able to hold out long before I give in…and cum…and then get taught an even sharper lesson. I’ve got to hold out as long as I can!’

Janet pulled her head back and stared up at Hank. She too could tell that her husband wouldn’t be able to resist climax for long. She again pushed her head forward and her mouth over the swollen glans. The spunky girl sucked on her husband’s penis tip, and swirled her tongue around the rim of the sensitive corona. She grinned as Hank groaned again in pleasure, and then she brought the volume of the guttural sounds up as she deep-throated him. She corkscrewed her head around the tumid penis and swallowed around it, and pulled her head back as the moan became a gasp.

“As much…as I hate…to…admit this…Janet…I think you…better…switch…to using…your hand,” Hank Pym choked out with desperation in his voice as he fought against the climax that would end his manhood. He looked back out to the couches full of women and grinned. Even Sue had given in and was gently diddling herself, while the other four girls seemed to be racing against time.

Janet straightened up and grinned like a Cheshire cat as she looked into her husband’s pleasure-filled face, and then back down to the penis that was twitching without being touched. She looked back to make sure that it really was the guillotine blade release lever handle she held in her left hand, and then back to the twitching penis below her. As she reached out with her right hand and began tickling the underside of the glans; she could see a lot of precum leaking out of its meatus. “Is everyone ready to orgasm?” Janet asked no one in particular as she stopped her tickling but left her fingers on the underside of the shaft, and then proclaimed, “I think someone is! You’ll want to keep your eyes open and on either the blade or my strap-on components, girls!”

Hank Pym groaned in disappointment as he heard his wife proclaim the eminent demise of the penis and testicles that had brought him much enjoyment for more than half of the 33 years he had called them his. He knew she was right! He could feel the tightness in his numbing sex organs, and his brain burned with the need for orgasmic release. Then he felt the tickling sensation on the underside of his shaft, corona, and glans resume. He took one last long look at the moaning women, using various techniques to cause their fingers to bring pleasure to their vulvas as they stared with wide-eyed fascination at his at-risk manhood. He threw his head back to stare unblinkingly at the sharp blade that would soon fall. He heard the guttural moan coming out of his own throat before recognizing the words they soon became, “I’m cumming, Janet!”

Janet saw the first spurt of whitish sticky liquid as she heard her husband cry out. She had already pulled the blade-release lever before her husband’s words registered in her brain. She saw the guillotine blade begin to fall, and heard the beginning of its familiar whoosh that would end with a loud clang, but then time slowed, likely for everyone in the room.

Hank heard the click that signified the blade release switch had been thrown, and horror filled his face as the heavy blade began its downward plunge towards his male assets. He was about to become a dickless eunuch; he was about to be sexually nullified! He heard the fearful swoosh that spoke of imminent pain, but to him it was a roar that screamed of penectomy and castration! Then the blade was in front of his face, and in slow motion, the blade edge reached the top of his upper lunette!

Janet Van Dyne’s eyes raced the falling guillotine blade to her husband’s penis and scrotum. ‘Good, he’s still spurting strong!’ flashed through her mind as the edge of the blade again came into the periphery of her vision. Even with time slowed, the falling blade was a blur, but not her husband’s sexual attributes. They were clearly on the business side of the guillotine lunettes, and then the blurred blade suddenly separated the man she’d loved for six long years into three dramatically unequal parts.

The winsome Wasp wore a silly grin on her face as sights and sounds burned themselves into her brain: Hank’s spurting penis taking the beginning of its slice in the upper quadrant across from her; penis, still spraying semen, and testicle sack hanging in air; the beginnings of a man’s scream filled with pain and horror; the loud clang that marked the end of the swooshing roar; penis, dripping ejaculate, and scrotum beginning to drop downward in air; bloody stump end, spurting a mixture of blood and semen, and bottomless sack neck framed in the lunettes; the beginning of a cry of jubilation; severed penis and testicle sack making a double-plopping sound as they, nearly simultaneously, landed on the downward-sloping metal chute; the shrill male scream of agony and loss mixed with the female roar of jubilant satisfaction; and penis and testicle-filled scrotum sliding into a silver bowl. Finally time resumed its normal pace!

“GOD DAMN THAT HURT!” Hank Pym shrilled loudly as he tried to withstand the red-hot poker burning between his legs in two places. “HOLY SHIT THIS SUCKS, JANET!” he roared with anger as his wife suddenly plucked his severed penis and testicle sack out of the silver bowl and began doing a little dance with one piece of him raised above her head in each hand while Zatanna sighed in climax behind her. “LOOK!” Hank screamed, finally bringing the room’s attention away from his severed manhood and back to himself. “I know that must have been an erotic sight, but it hurt, still hurts, like hell. Could you please let me out of this infernal machine, Janet, get these cuffs off me, and have my manhood regenerated?”

“In a minute, honey buns,” Janet replied, desperately, but unsuccessfully, trying to wipe the look of gleeful jubilation from her face as she saw the tears streaming down Hank Pym’s face. “First I need to put my strap-on components into a stasis box. Then I’ll unhook you and get you temporarily fixed up. You’ll have to wait for Ollie to take his turn before we use the tissue regenerator; we don’t want him to begin to numb before he gets emasculated. I’ll probably leave your cuffs on you while you watch that, so that you don’t fiddle with your wounds. Be strong for me, and patient, my love. You’ll be sporting new and even bigger penis and testicles in a very short time!”

Hank Pym gasped in disbelief as his wife put his physical comfort and mental anxiety behind her need for carnal entertainment. However, soon he was unstrapped, and wearing tiny round bandages on the end of his stump and over the remnant of his scrotum. The bandages were remarkably effective at reducing the pain he felt, but didn’t do much to allay his sense of loss. He reminded himself to ask about the bandages, as he gingerly made his way to the couches with Janet at his side, after she had operated the guillotine’s hydraulic lift to get the blade back to the cross-bar. “You’re up Ollie!” Hank called out in a raspy voice. “It’s your turn to pay one hell of a steep price for a ride in a time-ship! I won’t wish you luck, because, believe me, there is nothing lucky about having a penis guillotine used on you!”

“I know, Hank!” Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow, replied softly as he and Dinah stood. “I could tell! I hope I can pay for my ticket with as much courage and decorum as you did for yours. Let’s get this over with, Dinah, before I give into instinct and run out of this room as quickly as I can.”

“Okay, Ollie,” Dinah replied softly. “Let’s get you behind the machine, and then maybe Janet can show me how to get you properly strapped in?” Without waiting for an answer, the couple began to make their way over to the back of the machine.

Despite the wide grin that lit up Janet’s face in response to Dinah’s question, Zatanna Zatarra suggested, “Maybe you should let me help Dinah, while you sit beside your husband and try to play catch up with the masturbating, Janet. I know my way around a guillotine machine; remember, I had my head on the wrong side of the lunettes last Saturday night!” The magic-wielding Justice Leaguer watched as Janet nodded, and then helped her husband take a seat on the couch beside Diana, before taking her own seat beside him at the other end of the couch, and then Zatanna asked, “Are those bandages what I think they are?”

“Yes, Zatanna, I pilfered them from my medical tray after Sue docked LeRoy Wednesday afternoon,” Janet replied blushing. “I know it was a stupid thing to do, but I wanted Hank to be as comfortable as possible, post-emasculation and pre-regeneration. Will you cast an incineration spell on them as soon as the bandages come off of Hank’s stump and scrotum remnant? Also, could you get a move on and help Dinah get Ollie emasculated as quickly as doing the ceremony properly allows?”

“Yes, in answer to both of your questions, Janet,” Zatanna replied softly. “Don’t worry about anything save your husband’s well being and managing a climax as Ollie’s huge penis gets sliced off his crotch!” As Zatanna watched the winsome Wasp, grin, nod, and spread her legs, she hurried off to help Dinah.

“Push your hips, firmly against the lunettes, Ollie, and spread your legs wider so your scrotum and testicles will be easier to collect” Dinah Lance, the giggling Black Canary, urged the tall, muscular, goateed man with green eyes that laughed even as they filled with apprehension as she tugged on the end of his massive manhood. “I may not be able to get all eleven inches of you on my side of the sharp blade, but I’m going to try to come close.”

Dinah grinned at Zatanna as she stepped beside the guillotine machine and twisted the key into its locked position, and quipped, “Thanks Zatanna! It would have disappointing if I’d accidently released the guillotine blade before I had the blood sealed in my dildo to keep it nice and big and erect!”

“Indeed, Dinah,” Zatanna replied with a chuckle. “When you have that penis stretched into the position you want it in, come back behind the guillotine to close the iris around his manhood and strap his hips firmly into place. I’m here to help as needed, but I want the penectomy to be a thing between you lovebirds as much as possible, which means I’m hoping this is the last time you hear my voice until Green Arrow has been emasculated.”

“I’d like that too, Zatanna!” Dinah giggled nervously while still tugging on a fully stretched penis. “Black Canary is going to be the girl responsible for this big hunk of manhood’s demise!” Finally convinced that she had all of the man meat she could possibly get through the lunettes, Dinah stepped behind the guillotine, and used the small handle Zatanna pointed at to rotate the iris closed around the huge penis she knew so very well. Then she picked up the belt strap on her side of the guillotine and pushed the pointed end through the buckled end that her raven-tressed friend handed her.

“I’d like that as well, Zatanna,” Oliver Queen said with a chuckle as he felt the belt get cinched tight around his buttocks. “While I’m happy for your kibitzing, I want you to have as little to do with my emasculation as possible. I’m looking forward to you being back out on the couch with the other masturbating heroines with your legs spread before me as you try to make yourself climax a second time!”

“Girls masturbating while they watch you get emasculated, my temporarily well-hung stud!” Dinah chortled as she and Zatanna exchanged knowing glances. Dinah reached between her boyfriend’s legs and circled her hand around the narrowed neck of his scrotum, before carefully squeezing both testicles to the bottom of the sack and chiding, “Your banded sack looks pretty cool, Ollie, but I can’t wait to hold one of your severed testicles outside of nature’s gonad pouch!”

Oliver frowned as he heard giggles from all the girls in the room as they watched his penis bounce in the air at his girlfriend’s threat. Then, as he watched Dinah position one of the tiny rings over the four posts of the elastrator she had retrieved from the floor, he asked in a voice that carried a hint of fear, “How are you going to castrate me, by the way, Dinah? You never did say. Obviously, with my ball sack on this side of the lunettes, it isn’t going to be by guillotine blade…unless you’re going to chop me twice!”

Dinah laughed with a grin on her face as she pushed the squared elastic ring on the open elastrator tips over Green Arrow’s bulbous glans and down his thick penis shaft and spat, “That’s for me to know, and for you to find out…the hard way...my handsome hero!” Dinah looked up and giggled at the look of consternation on Ollie’s face, before glancing to the watching Zatanna and nodding at the position of the stretched elastic square. At Zatanna’s signal, she pulled the band back slightly, and then, after getting a nod, moved her thumbnail to the nearest post.

“Never in all my days, did I think I would ever be watching these four girls masturbating for my entertainment,” Oliver said and then grunted in discomfort as he heard a loud snap, “while they watched my girlfriend prepare to destroy the thing that I hope has brought her much pleasure!” As he felt his penis bob and twitch, he heard Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, moan a needful moan—Green Arrow knew at least one heroine was going to climax at the sight of his unmanning!

“Oh, but your big cock has given me tons of pleasure, as it has brought me to many dozens of climaxes, Ollie,” Dinah chortled happily. “It’s going to continue to bring me lots of pleasure and climaxes after I’ve guillotined it from your body, you big hunk! The very fact that Janet’s turning Hank’s severed manhood into a strap-on tells you she found a way for him to pleasure other girls without his cheating on her. I’m sure I’ll share your big Real-Cock dildo with all of the Justice League girls too, Ollie, and make sure they know how it was made. Your big penis will be getting more action than you ever dreamed!”

“My former assets will be yours to use anyway you want, Dinah,” Ollie replied with a frown on his face, “but don’t you ever tell anyone about this being done to me…please! I thought that was understood as part of our agreeing to do this.”

“You can leave now…at least for the moment, Zatanna,” the Black Canary said softly with a wicked grin on her face. “I’m going to start sucking on MY phallus now, Ollie. From the moans I’m hearing behind me, I can tell some of the girls want to climax. Make sure you tell me when you’re about to spray…hopefully all the way to the couch…so that I can release the guillotine blade and let the girls climax to a most erotic sight!”

Oliver Queen felt a shiver down his spine as he watched his girlfriend begin to bend her head towards his banded penis, and heard the steps of Zatanna walking away, towards the table with the tissue regenerator on it. He heard the sound of an opening drawer—he pictured Zatanna retrieving a vibrator as Dinah kissed the end of his glans with her lips. Then he heard Zatanna rushing back to the back of the guillotine, and watched as her right hand reached forward to twist the guillotine’s safety key back to armed, and his shiver of anticipation intensified as he realized he really was about to have his penis amputated.

“That was thoughtful of you, Zatanna,” Ollie quipped facetiously, and then moaned as Dinah began avidly sucking on the manhood she held in her right hand while she held the guillotine release lever with her left hand. He watched with surprise as his girlfriend straightened up, and nodded, as she began working her own sex with her right hand. He gasped with surprise as he felt Zatanna slide something upward between his widespread legs, and felt a sharp edge pulled against the front of his narrowed scrotum, just below the squeezing band formed by a small elastic ring. “What the hell?” the Green Arrow asked desperately with more than a hint of fear in his voice. “Zatanna? Dinah? What are you girls up to?”

“I decided I wanted your penectomy and castration to be simultaneous, more or less, like Hank’s was, Ollie,” Dinah replied softly as she diddled herself while wearing the sultriest look she could manage. “So Zatanna volunteered to become a castratrix after all; your scrotum and the testicles I carefully pulled to the bottom of it are encircled by a flat metal hoop with a razor-sharp inner edge that is attached to a wooden handle by a short metal rod…a hoop knife. Soon, Zatanna will pull down on your sack so that she can sever it from between your legs, while squeezing the testicles she will take as she castrate’s you. I’m going to give you a little more fellatio, about-to-be-former stud o’ mine…make sure to tell us when you’re almost ready to ejaculate for your very last time!”

Oliver moaned in both pleasure and terror for about ten seconds as Dinah sucked on his manhood while masturbating herself with her right hand and he tried to grasp the situation he was in. The girls on the couches evidently found his predicament to be sexually arousing, for all four of them were masturbating unabashedly, and Wanda was obviously struggling to hold off imminent climax. “STOP!” he yelled in obvious desperation. “Stop giving me head, Dinah!”

“Are you close to cumming, Ollie?” Dinah asked with laughter in her eyes. “Should I just tickle you the rest of the way off, like Janet did Hank?”

“Yes…I mean NO…,” Green Arrow stammered. “I mean…yes…I’m close to cumming…and no…don’t touch me…yet! This isn’t what I agreed to! Losing my balls at Zatanna’s hands was never discussed! What other surprises do you have in store for me, Dinah?”

The Black Canary grinned as she saw the desperate need for sexual release in Green Arrow’s eyes, and then admitted, “I’m not sure about anything just now, Ollie, but I’ll tell you two things I suspect may be true that might surprise you. Firstly, I’m pretty sure that, like the Justice League satellite, there are cameras most everywhere in Avengers’ mansion, which means your imminent emasculation is being digitally recorded. Secondly, I’ve a pretty strong hunch that these girls’ far-fetched tale of alien technology that magically heals eunuchs back to men is a hoax, and that in a few short seconds my formerly well-hung stud will be a eunuch forevermore! Squeeze my testicles, Zatanna!”

Oliver Queen shivered in abject terror as he listened to his girlfriend admitting her suspicions. He felt his penis twitch and bounce as Dinah, now moaning in her own pleasure as she frigged herself, was staring into his eyes, waiting for his reaction. He replayed her words in his mind, picking out ‘suspect may be true’, ‘digitally recorded’, and ‘eunuch forevermore’ to dwell on, as his penis twitched on the verge of the ejaculation that might make the last two words horribly true. Then the suspicion crossed his mind that Dinah might just be winding him up. After all, Hank Pym wouldn’t have allowed himself to be emasculated if the alien technology didn’t really exist…would he? It was too late now…Oliver would just have to trust his luck! Green Arrow shouted, “Tickle my dick, Dinah, and, if you’re going to be part of this, tongue my asshole, Zatanna! I’ll cum in a few seconds!”

Green Arrow felt the gentle touch of a warm hand on his manhood as he stared wide-eyed at the sharp guillotine blade edge above his head that would soon slice his big penis away from his body. Oliver Queen felt the firm downward pull and squeezing of his testicles, added pressure to the sharp edge at the top of his scrotum, and the wet tongue suddenly pressing against his anus. The emerald archer heard the Scarlet Witch issue a staccato sigh of climax, having failed to hold off orgasm until the blade he was staring at began falling, while three other heroines moaned in obvious need of sexual release. Then the man strapped helplessly into a penis guillotine climaxed with the most powerful ejaculation of his life, heard a click as his girlfriend doomed his manhood, and watched the heavy blade begin its downward plunge.

Dinah Lance watched wide-eyed with excitement as Oliver’s huge phallus twitched above her dancing fingers, swelled slightly, and then began spurting semen. The Black Canary threw her right hand back, racing towards her vulva, while she pulled the guillotine release leaver with her left hand and yelled, “NOW, Zatanna! Castrate Ollie now!”

Zatanna Zatarra felt the scrotum in her hand pulse as the prostrate above it contracted for what seemed to be ages before she heard the click of the blade being released, the beginning of the sharp metal’s downward swoosh through air, and Dinah’s cry for castration to be performed. She calmly tried to gage the speed of the guillotine blade’s fall as she tugged firmly downward on the scrotum-covered testicles overfilling her left hand. She yanked back hard on the wooden handle of the hoop knife, severing with ease the thin neck and trapped spermatic cords, and separating man from testicles a split second after sharp blade kissed trapped penis.

“CCccRRrrAAaaPPpp!” Green Arrow roared, the word seeming to reverberate forever under the equally interminable roar of the swooshing guillotine blade, wearing a silly grin on his face. As he followed the blade downward, he saw the first gobs of his copious ejaculate land on Janet and Sue’s torsos and legs, and the first girl and then the other cry out in climax just as horrendous agony screamed upwards from first the base of his penis and then the top of his scrotum. As the agony seemed to become a never ending kick in the testicles, and a red hot poker pressed against his penis, he heard said penis plop onto the silver chute below him. He looked downward to watch the huge severed penis, which had once been his own proud manhood, begin sliding towards a silver bowl. That’s when Oliver Queen suddenly realized that he was still ejaculating gobs of pinkish-tinted semen from the stump he couldn’t see, and heard Diana and Dinah join in the symphony of sighs that told the story of female climax as they stared at his mutilated crotch with amazement on their faces.

Black Canary gasped for breath as Zatanna suddenly stepped beside her to behold the weakening spurts of semen from the urethra centered in a stump that was leaking surprisingly little blood. They both stared at the grimace on the tearless face of the emasculated man, and waited for the grimace to fade, though the agony and sense of sexual disaster he was experiencing remained obvious in his green eyes. Seconds passed before the semen stopped leaking from Green Arrow’s stump, and the man asked, “Can you set me free now, Dinah, so that we can find out which of your suspicions are true or not?”

“Momentarily, Ollie,” Dinah Lance said with a mischievous smile as she held her right hand out towards Zatanna. The room watched as Zatanna fished the a large, oval testicle that was an indescribable purplish, brownish, reddish color by the end of its severed spermatic cord out of the open end of a scrotum and placed it in the Black Canary’s outstretched hand, and retrieved the organs mate from the sack to hold in her own right hand.

“First Zatanna and I are going to practice ball busting one last time,” Dinah said wearing a mean grin as she and her dark-haired teammate adjusted their hands around the testicles to take the grip Wanda had demonstrated. “Ready, Zatanna? GO!” The room watched as both girls squeezed fists and pressed thumbs with all their might—three seconds latter whitish fluid mixed with the darker color of the reproductive organ in Dinah’s hand as it ruptured and mushed. A second after that, Zatanna’s testicle squished in her hand!

As disbelief joined agony and loss in Green Arrow’s eyes, Janet stepped beside Dinah with an open box, and said, “Take your future coin purse from Zatanna with your left hand, Dinah, and put it in the box.” The Avenger watched as Black Canary smiled and then complied. “Now retrieve your future Real-Cock dildo from the silver bowl on the floor with your left hand, Dinah, and place it in this stasis box as well,” Janet Van Dyne implored laughingly. She grinned gleefully as she saw the dreamy look on Dinah’s face as the Justice Leaguer picked up the huge severed penis, forced to retain its tumid state with a band at its base, and gingerly placed it into the box. “Well done, sweetie,” Janet chortled, “now put the squished remnants of that testicle in your right hand in the silver bowl, and free your eunuch so that he can join mine!”

Chapter 3. Eunuchs No More

“Stand here, in front of me, honey buns,” Janet Van Dyne urged as she took her knees just before and between the two couches holding the cone-shaped projector and attached tube in her right hand, “so that I can remove first the bandages that numb your pain and then the bands keeping you from bleeding badly.” The winsome Wasp watched grinning as her husband stood from his seat on the couch and quickly complied with her instructions, while a worried looking Oliver Queen looked on with obvious interest.

Having taken the requested position, his hands, like Ollie’s, still cuffed behind his back, Hank Pym admitted, “While these bandages are amazing in their ability to take care of pain…remind me to have them analyzed when we’re done here, dearest…I can’t wait to get myself made whole again. I’m not sure any of you ladies can really understand how humbling it feels to be standing here without the parts that make a man a man. What are you going to regenerate first, Janet?”

“We girls DO understand how you feel, I think, darling,” Janet replied giggling sheepishly as she remembered a Friday night a few weeks earlier, “some of us at least. It’s pretty humbling to be sitting at a table with your friends after being defeminized by having your breasts amputated and clitoris extirpated.” Janet smiled upward to see her husband nod, before returning her attention to his devastated crotch.

“With two amputations in such close proximity, Hank,” Janet replied softly in a thoughtful tone as she reached for the bandage covering the scrotum remnants, “I think it best to unband both wounds before unleashing the Chula nanogene robots to do their tissue regenerating. I’ll point the projector first at whichever wound is bleeding the worst, but I’ll bet the alien technology heals both wounds at once when I hit the activation sensor.” Janet removed the bandage over the penis stump and tossed both bandages into the air.

“Etarenicni segadnab!” Zatanna muttered quickly, causing the small round patches from the 41^st Century to burst aflame. “Sorry, Dr. Pym, I can’t allow you to take a look at the science that went into creating those bandages. Janet did a no-no and brought them back with her from our last visit to the future. Wanda, it seems you need a fourth rule for your field-trip participants. Nothing from the 41^st Century should be allowed to be brought back to the 21^st Century, otherwise one of us may change the future, and those debreasting booths you love so much may never get invented.”

“Yes, of course, you are right, Zatanna,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly while blushing. “I would hate it if that happened. Bad girl, Janet! Let’s none of us do anything like that again, regardless of good intentions. Sorry, Zatanna, but I think you should return your hoop knife as well.”

“I agree, Wanda,” Zatanna replied giggling, “although it signifies the end of my very promising, but short-lived, career as a castratrix! Oh well, no more penises and testicles joining rabbits and doves in my disappearing acts. Let’s undo the damage we girls have heaped upon these boys’ crotches, shall we, Janet?”

“Of course, Zatanna,” Janet replied with a nervous giggle, “I’ll do so immediately if one of you heroines would be so good as to use the X-Acto knife to cut through my husband’s elastrator bands. Maybe you could explain how the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator works to Oliver, Dinah, and Diana while that’s being taken care of, Hank.”

As the other heroines frowned and looked hesitant, obviously reluctant to view the males’ amputations, and the blood that would likely begin spurting from them when the bands were removed, up close, Princess Diana stood and retrieved the arts-and-crafts’ tool from its position on one of the inner couch arms, proclaiming, “Wonder Woman will help you make these brave heroes whole again, Wasp, for a true warrior fears not the warm wetness of blood. Do tell us about the remarkable device that will make a eunuch once more a man, or restore a girl’s flattened chest and perhaps more, Henry Pym. I, like Green Arrow and Black Canary, am much interested in this alien technology, as my agreeing to Zatanna’s drinking game gives rise to the possibility that I will need its miraculous ministrations at the end of the night.”

Hank Pym chuckled nervously as he admitted, “Well, no disrespect intended, Princess Diana, but I’m certainly hoping you do need those large and lovely breasts of yours regenerated when we get home tonight. Those big jugs landing on the floor would make the most wonderful plopping sounds! However, I digress…while I don’t truly understand the Chula technology, how the device works is pretty simple. 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 sample and map the DNA of the patient, calculate what the genetic makeup of the damaged tissue would be if it were still there, and then somehow convert air molecules into the raw material needed to reconstruct the tissue into perfect condition. Please DO show Wonder Woman, Janet!”

“I will, Hank,” Janet replied with obvious exasperation, “when the bands have been removed! Go ahead and slice the tourniquets off of my husband’s crotch, Diana, beginning, I think, with his severed scrotum and testicular cords. I think they will bleed less than his penis stump!”

“I concur, friend Janet,” Princess Diana replied as she deftly sliced through the lower band. As blood began flowing onto the room’s hardwood floor, Wonder Woman quickly went to work on the band around the end of Hank’s penis stump. Once the band was severed and falling to the floor, the angry wound began spurting blood. “The deed is done, Mrs. Van Dyne,” Wonder Woman exclaimed, stating the obvious, “I suggest you staunch your husband’s bleeding forthwith!”

Janet immediately activated the alien device by pressing her finger on a sensor on the side of the tube as she pointed the cone towards her husband’s penis stump—suddenly a multitude of tiny glowing ‘fireflies’ buzzed around Hank’s crotch for about two seconds. “Jeese, I was going to pretend the device had ceased functioning,” the heiress admitted with a frown on her face, “but the bleeding was much worse than I expected. Look, carefully, Diana! Those tiny firefly looking things you see buzzing around Hank’s pelvis are squadrons of the microscopic nanogenes at work reconstructing his penis...and I was right, they are working on his baby makers and associated plumbing and coverings as well! How does it feel, husband of mine?”

“It feels strange…sort of tickles…while the pain from the wounds…rapidly subsides,” Dr. Henry Pym stammered with amazement on his face even though he had seen the alien technology at work several times before. Then, as the glowing points of light returned to the projector cone, leaving a fully erect ten-inch penis and bulging scrotum protruding from and dangling under the hero-cum-scientist’s crotch, he announced, “And now I feel like I’ve got the blue balls!”

“We’ve got more than just blue balls, darling!” Janet Van Dyne gasped with obvious awe. “Your standard issue equipment has just been replaced with the deluxe model. If I had known the change was going to be this dramatic, I’d have given the manhood you were born with the chop the first day I learned about the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator! I am so going to enjoy giving our new living sex toy a trial run!”

“I’m glad you’re happy, dear,” Hank Pym chortled with obvious relief, “and happy to hear you say that, as well. Sexual release is just what the doctor proscribes to cure the blue balls! However, first, you better regenerate Oliver’s equipment too. Being a eunuch probably doesn’t sit well with him either! Next!”

As Hank stepped away, Oliver Queen stepped forward to stand in front of Janet and the alien machine and dryly agreed, “You got that right, Hank! Being a eunuch sucks big time! I won’t mind it at all if you nick some skin as you cut my bands, Diana, so long as you get them off me quickly. I want Janet to activate that Chula device ASAP!”

“Patience, Green Arrow, as I and the rest of your teammates wish to memorize what a nullified emerald archer looks like before we allow you to have your manhood restored!” Wonder Woman chided with a malicious grin on her face. “Isn’t that right, Zatanna and Black Canary?”

Oliver Queen frowned as he noted that even his girlfriend, Dinah, was nodding with a grin on her face, and asked with displeasure evident in his voice, “Why don’t you all just put digital copies of my unmanning on your personal computers, so that you can enjoy this day over and over again in HD? Christ! I thought you were heroines and not villainesses!”

“Although I’m sure Dinah was right when she said there is a security camera in this room, Oliver,” Janet Van Dyne replied softly, “I have no idea of how to make said copies of this penis chopping party for your teammates’ viewing pleasures. Our butler, Edwin Jarvis, maintains that security equipment, and being the English gentleman he is, can be trusted not to search through the files so long as there isn’t a security issue to be dealt with. However, get on with it and cut the bands, Diana. These boys have paid the price for their field trip to the future already!”

“Indeed they have, Wasp, and I apologize for my needling, Oliver,” Wonder Woman replied while wearing a rare blush. “Be ready with the alien device. I remove the bands that staunch Green Arrow’s bleeding now.” Princess Diana quickly but nimbly cut away, first, the green elastrator doughnut around Oliver’s scrotal remnant and then the one around his penile stump, once again resulting in dripping and then spurting blood.

Janet quickly pressed the activation sensor and the ‘firefly’ effect again manifested itself as the microscopic nanogene robots went to work regenerating Green Arrow’s amputated flesh. A few seconds later, as the tiny glowing lights representing robotic working groups, their work done, fled back into the projector cone and then the tube, there were audible gasps from the girls around the room as their eyes beheld the massive eleven-and-a-half-inch-long penis protruding above an even fuller testicle sack below the blonde bearded man’s crotch. “Something tells me, Dinah,” Janet chortled with obvious amazement, “that we’re going to need an elastrator designed for bulls and stallions if you ever decide to talk Ollie into taking the chop again!”

“I’m pretty sure this was a once-in-a-lifetime event, Janet,” Black Canary replied with a happy giggle. “Oliver and I have agreed that this is a one-time field trip to the future for both of us, so he will never be asked to pay the price he paid today again. Goodness gracious, Ollie, you’re hung like one of those stallions Janet, it seems, would like to geld. How do you feel?”

Oliver Queen chuckled happily as he saw the hunger in the eyes of the women around him, and replied with all honesty, “Relieved to be a man again…and horny as hell! Hank was right about the blue ball sensation. I’m afraid you girls are going to be forced to relieve us guys before we begin Wanda’s field trip to the future, seeing as we can’t have you give us sexual favors after we depart. If you don’t mind my orchestrating an oral mini-orgy, follow my instructions girls. Actually, I think you all owe us at least that much…even you, Wonder Woman…for your lame-ass needling!”

“I have already apologized, Green Arrow,” Princess Diana spat with obvious irritation, before continuing in a softer voice, “however, make your request and I may choose to comply. I do admire the bravery I beheld this day, and did enjoy the show you men provided us girls.”

“Good!” Oliver Queen replied nodding. “Kneel in front of me, Dinah, and you in front of Hank, Janet, and give us the best head you know how. Wife and girlfriend get first tastes, but don’t swallow. Two of your friends are going to play cum receptacles. That would be Zatanna, because I’m peeved at her for castrating me without me saying I was okay with it, and, sorry, Wanda, because she organized this field trip in the first place. Zatanna, you get on the floor face-up behind Janet…your probably never ever going to get to taste the cream from this new set of testicles of mine. Wanda, lay on your back behind Dinah, and both of you prepare to be snowballed after we men have our first cum with our new balls.”

Oliver laughed as both Wanda and Zatanna groaned with disappointment, and then complied by taking the requisite positions. He smiled at the Invisible Woman and softly asked, “Sue, will you please play cleanup for Dinah, and see if you can make me bust a second nut? If I do, feed my seed to Wanda. Diana, please show your appreciation of the show you got to watch by doing the same for Hank and to Zatanna. Get to work, Dinah and Janet, or we’ll be late for our date with the future!”

Sue Richards blushed beet red! She didn’t want to voluntarily have sex with another 21^st Century hero, regardless of his penis size, but she didn’t want to be a stick-in-the-mud either. She spat acerbically, “You make your presumptions recklessly, Oliver Queen, as to what kind of girl I am. Still, I acknowledge your courage as you stood under the guillotine blade, and admit to enjoying the sight of your unmanning, though it both astounds and troubles me that I did so. I’ll play caboose if Diana does, and if Dinah says it is okay with her!”

Princess Diana roared with laughter as she realized Sue was challenging her for a second time this afternoon to be the scapegoat, the be the prude who wouldn’t participate in debauchery, and proclaimed, “I will perform fellatio on Henry Pym and feed the seed I will surely suck from his regenerated testicles to Zatanna if his wife, Janet Van Dyne, agrees to let me do so, and promises not to count this act as cheating and castrate her husband for a second time today!”

Janet pulled her lips off of Hank’s tumid penis, turned and grinned at Princess Diana, and then stared up into her husband’s eyes as she jovially exclaimed, “Cunnilingus every night for a month, Hank, and I let Diana taste your regenerated manhood without castrating you for it afterwards! What do you say to that?” As Henry Pym nodded vigorously with a silly grin on his face, Janet Van Dyne spat, “I agree and promise, Princess! I just hope Hank gets over having wet dreams by the time my month’s up!”

As she heard Janet resume slurping on Hank’s manhood, Dinah pulled her mouth off Oliver’s penis and chirped, “Sorry, Sue, but I’m going to say it is okay with me that you taste Ollie. Actually, thank you for being a good sport and participating. Ollie and I will make it up to you somehow!” Dinah didn’t wait to see the look of disappointment on Sue’s face—she simply went back to work performing fellatio on her boyfriend’s new penis.

Soon, Janet and Dinah were both deep throating husband and boyfriend, respectively, while the men moaned in pleasure as they stood with their wrists cuffed behind their backs. Janet, easily the more experienced of the two girls when it came to performing fellatio, soon had Hank’s penis lodged deeply in her throat and was swallowing around it, and was rewarded with a powerful ejaculation as her husband moaned in pleasure. She pulled her head back, and allowed her mouth to be filled with warm seed, before pinching the pulsing erection with her left thumb and forefinger to stem the spurting as she twisted her body and locked lips with Zatanna.

Both girls moaned as Janet allowed the semen in her mouth to flow into Zatanna’s, and then twisted around again to put her mouth over Hank’s penis as she stopped pinching and allowed her husband to resume ejaculation. Soon, Janet’s mouth was full again, and she again twisted around to feed Zatanna warm semen. The raven-haired Justice Leaguer was forced to swallow the first mouthful of ejaculate to make room for the second, as the two girls again locked lips to facilitate transfer of warm semen. Her mouth finally empty, Janet straightened her torso and proclaimed, “Next!” before crawling over to take a seat on the couch.

As Diana began moving forward, Oliver gasped loudly and began spurting warm, sticky seed into Dinah’s sucking mouth. Seconds later Dinah was allowing a mouthful of semen to drain into Wanda’s open mouth while both girls were showered with whitish cum as Ollie’s ejaculation continued. Her first mouthful transferred to Wanda, Dinah quickly joined Diana in taking a turgid penis in her mouth. However, while Wonder Woman slurped and sucked, Dinah’s mouth was quickly refilled, and she was soon transferring a second load to Wanda, followed soon by a third, before Black Canary exclaimed, “Your turn, Sue! Please do try to enjoy yourself!”

Sue Richards blushed badly, stared momentarily at Princess Diana who was now avidly performing fellatio on Hank, shrugged her shoulders, and took her knees before Oliver Queen. After a tentative suck on the bulbous glans of the monster penis, she grinned and began pumping her head over the long thick shaft, driving more and more of the phallus into her mouth with each forward thrust of her neck, causing the man known as Green Arrow to throw his head back and moan in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Hank Pym was also gasping in pleasure as an Amazon Princess began pushing his engorged member into her throat. He stared downward with a silly grin on his face, wishing that his hands were free so that he could manhandle Wonder Woman’s huge breasts as she gave him head. He frowned, realizing his wish would not be granted, and then grinned again as Diana began twisting and corkscrewing her mouth around his turgid penis.

Sue had Oliver gasping as he fought against giving into a second orgasm as she gagged around the monstrous phallus now lodged deeply into her throat. The Invisible Woman had wasted little time before beginning her deep-throat techniques. While she had relented, and had given into peer pressure by joining in the oral pleasuring of regenerated penises, she wasn’t going to allow her cheating on her husband to be prolonged any more than necessary. As she began swallowing around the pulsing manhood in her throat, she felt it swell before spurting warm liquid down her gullet as Ollie groaned in pleasure.

As Sue pulled her head back to allow her mouth to be filled with semen, Hank gasped and began spurting into Princess Diana’s corkscrewing mouth, and soon both Sue and Diana were feeding sticky seed to the cum receptacles, Wanda and Zatanna, respectively. As the two prone girls swallowed, Sue twisted around to allow her mouth to be filled for a second time by Green Arrow while the room watched. The hero’s climax finally over, Sue fed a final mouthful of semen to Wanda, and then stood to retake her position on the couch.

“Great work, girls!” Oliver Queen chortled. “Now that Hank and I have had a chance to prove to ourselves that our new packages work as well as the old ones did, we are ready to begin that field trip to debreasting world…after you get these cuffs off our wrists, naturally.”

“Wanda and I will use our keys momentarily, Ollie,” Zatanna replied with a mischievous grin on her face as she slowly stood, “but first I want to do something. Come here, Wanda!”

Wanda slowly stood and moved next to Zatanna with concern on her face, asking, “Just what is it you want to do, Miss Zatarra? I should warn you…I’ve had enough of kinkiness for the moment! My stomach has been filled with so much ejaculate that I’m in no hurry for my first sandwich, and Ollie has made me need a shower!”

“It’s nothing TOO kinky, Wanda,” Zatanna replied chuckling. “I’m just going to lessen the need for that shower, as I take that taste of Green Arrow’s sperm that Ollie said I might never have.” Zatanna lowered her head and began licking a dollop of semen from the top of Wanda’s left breast, followed by her right breast tip, then her right ribcage, and finally followed by her lower stomach, while the auburn-haired Avenger giggled at the tickling sensation she was being given and Oliver Queen frowned with obvious irritation. “Gee, Oliver, the semen from your new testicles tastes even better than the semen from your old ones did,” Zatanna chortled as she straightened up. “Maybe I should castrate you again, and see if the flavor improves even further?”

“If you’re done aggravating Oliver, Zatanna,” Janet interjected chidingly, “what say you and Wanda free the boys’ hands, we all dig in and get the mess we’ve made of this room cleaned up, and then hit the showers. If we work hard and fast, we can be dressed and rendezvous at the time-ship in the Quinjet bay in thirty minutes. Move it people! The 41^st Century is waiting for Wanda’s next set of donated D-cups!” Janet smiled as, with grins on everyone’s faces, heroes and heroines alike sprang into action.

Chapter 4. Gynophagia World

Twenty-seven minutes later, the group of eight was gathered around the car-like time-ship, the men fully dressed and the girls wearing bikinis and sandals. As usual, Wanda, Janet, Sue, and, Zatanna were wearing rose-pink, dark blue, light blue, and black swimwear, respectively. Dinah was wearing black with gold swatches, while Diana wore a reversal of her usual costume with red and white striped bottoms and a white-starred blue top. Wanda, standing next to Sue, asserted her position as field-trip leader by suggesting, “If everyone is ready, you six pile into the back while Sue and I sit up front. If you don’t mind, Sue, I’d like to try piloting while you supervise me. Would that be okay?”

“Yes, of course, Wanda,” Sue replied with a giggle as heroes and heroines began filling the back of the vehicle and the two couch-like seats that faced each other. “As I showed you on our return trip from Wednesday’s dairy day, the time-ship is largely automated, and is more activated than piloted.” Sue quickly climbed into the passenger-side bucket seat of the vehicle while Wanda took the bucket seat at the front left of the ship’s interior.

“Dairy day?” Oliver Queen asked chuckling. “Did you girls milk some cows, or what, Wednesday?”

“No, we got ourselves milked,” Janet admitted with an embarrassment-filled giggle. “Thank heavens, even in the 41^st Century it takes longer than two days to ferment alcoholic beverages, or the Lactic Blasters we will be drinking tonight might have been made from heroine milk. There are no farm animals left in this future time, remember. The milk used to make our drinks comes from girls not cows. Now hush up and let Wanda concentrate! Sue may think this vehicle is foolproof, but she doesn’t know Miss Maximoff as well as I do.”

Wanda blushed at Janet’s teasing, but concentrated on entering time and space coordinates from the slip of paper Bill Jennings had given the heroines on their second girls’ night out to the 41^st Century. Then she glanced up at Sue with a questioning look.

“Mostly right, Wanda,” Sue replied softly, “but this hanger is on the third floor of Avengers’ Mansion, while our storage-room landing target is on a ground floor. You needed to set the elevation on the menu after you entered latitude-longitude, which were already adjusted for changes in the solar system’s position and the earth’s orbit and rotation over the centuries.” Sue watched as Wanda ran through the computer menus again, and then said, “Right! Now, after making sure all the doors are closed and everyone’s inside…if the doors are ajar a red light flashes on the control panel here, and it isn’t flashing…press the time-field activation button.” Sue grinned as Wanda pressed an icon on the instrument panel’s computer screen and the world around the heroes and heroines blurred.

Seconds later, as the time-ship materialized in an empty room that was only slightly larger than the time-ship itself, Janet announced, “We’re here, but don’t get out just yet. First I want to make sure everyone knows that the combination to the lock that must always secure the door to this room is 44 right, 12 left, 27 right, and remind the girls to follow Wanda’s instructions without hesitation. That means strip when she says strip, and dress when she says dress. Otherwise, you may end up getting converted to meat…which means getting killed and eaten…possibly after beginning your roasting alive. Also, leave your sandals in the ship. We’ve never seen girls wearing footwear in this time zone, not even papered women dressed in evening dresses.”

“Strange that, isn’t it?” Wanda spat laughing. “Okay, boys and girls, it’s time to begin this field trip to gynophagia world. As your self-appointed field-trip leader, I want to add emphasis to Janet’s advice about being careful, girls. I would like our return trip at the end of the evening to include all eight of us. Additionally, I have some advice for everyone, but especially you boys. By your age, the girls and men of this world have been experiencing the sights, sounds, smells, and tastes you are about to experience for most of their lives. Try to contain your emotions, horror or excitement, regarding what you will soon experience. When you taste your first breast bacon sandwich, don’t make any cannibal jokes. Please do try not to draw any more attention to us than the presence six beautiful girls and two handsome men at the reserved table will be drawing anyhow! With that…let’s go!”

As the eight do-gooders from the 21^st Century piled out of the time-ship, and, following her example, the girls discarded their footwear, Janet worked the combination on the door-latch lock. After taking a quick peek into the hallway, she whispered, “It looks like we’re alone! Will you lead the way, Wanda?”

“Yes, of course, Janet,” Wanda replied softly as she untied her bikini top behind her back, “but first you girls need to strip and carry your clothes as we make our way through the dairy.” She watched as her five friends complied, the two men grinning despite the fact they had been with the girls while they were nude earlier in the afternoon, and then whispered, “Good! Follow me, and don’t dawdle until we’re in the barbecue pit area where we can dress again.”

Wanda quickly rushed through the door Janet held open for her, moved down the hallway to make room for her friends, and then paused to watch Janet secure the lock onto the latch on the outside of the storeroom door. Seeing Janet nod, Wanda turned and led her entourage into the main chamber of the large 41^st Century dairy. She paused to let her friends observe the four rows of milking stalls filling the center and rear center of the room, each row consisting of four stalls and a ten-liter glass chamber adjacent to each stall’s right side, and the various equipment, including death machines—a guillotine, garrote chair, noose stations, and more—lining the side walls of the room.

“Good Lord!” Dinah exclaimed loudly. “Those are awfully large tanks to expect a human cow to fill, and what’s with all this execution equipment. Do they kill cows in here when they run dry? Oh my! Is that one of those Jessica impaling machines Zatanna told me about?”

“You’d be surprised at how well the lactation-inducing drugs in this century work, Dinah,” Janet chortled jovially. “While I didn’t come to close to filling my milk-storage container Wednesday afternoon, Wanda, the super cow, here….”

“That’s enough, Janet!” Wanda spat with a reddening face. “The answer to both of your questions is yes, Dinah. They sometimes, perhaps even frequently, kill girls in here, and not just those having been converted to cows, and that is a Jessica machine, which is used to prepare girls to be roasted alive. This world we have come to is a very dangerous place for female kind. Don’t any of you forget that! That door leads outside,” Wanda said nodding to the door in the front corner of the room, before nodding to the door in the other side wall next to a long food-preparation counter, “and this one leads to the roasting pits. Shall we?”

“Sure, super cow” Zatanna spat and then laughed as Wanda’s face continued to redden, “but first let me deposit the Zatanna Bill Jennings gave me after you finally over-filled your milk-storage container Wednesday afternoon here on Cheryl’s counter.” Exasperation filled the auburn-haired Avenger’s face as her friends giggled and chuckled at her expense while the raven-haired magic-wielding Justice Leaguer deposited the thin, rectangular box containing the hoop knife that had been used to castrate Green Arrow on the food-preparation counter. Finally, Zatanna quipped, “Now you can lead us out of the dairy, this time with your milk-storage container empty, super cow!”

As the two heroes and five heroines followed Wanda into the ‘Barbecue Pit’ area, they issued audible gasps of surprise and horror as they saw the writhing form of a girl in her early twenties slowly cooking, impaled on a metal spit from labia to lips, over one of the four hot coal-filled pits in the outdoor patio area. “Hush!” Wanda hissed as the pit attendants heard her friends’ reactions and turned to stare at the newcomers entering the area from an unusual entrance point. “You girls get dressed…QUICKLY!” Wanda spat as she pulled on her own bottoms.

“Don’t be alarmed, ladies,” Wanda called out as she struggled to tie her bikini top behind her back, “we’re guests of Mr. Jennings. My friends were just surprised to see a live roaster already over the coals. Isn’t it a little early for a waitress to get her fillet purchased? Or did she screw up and forget to dress before leaving the Game room?”

“We’re not alarmed…Miss Wanda isn’t it?” a redhead in her late twenties replied. “Mr. Jennings said guests would be joining him through the dairy entrance. And no, this meat was neither waitress nor customer. We usually roast at least one converted live roaster purchased from the government facilities at the start of the night. You’d be surprised had how many folks stop by Final Fantasy for supper. Mr. Jennings said to tell you that your table is ready and waiting for you, Miss.”

“Thank you,” Wanda replied softly, “I’ll make sure Mr. Jennings knows that you were most helpful to us. Shall we, boys and girls?” Wanda asked with enough edge in her voice to drag her friends’ attention away from the rotating roasting girl’s agony-filled face and blinking eyes. “She’s still got a while to spend above the hot coals before any of you can order whichever cuts of meat you’ve been coveting. I think we all could use a nice long drink of Lactic Blaster!”

Wanda didn’t wait to see if her friends knew she was covering for them, and simply entered Final Fantasy through the door in the west wall of the U-shaped room. The kitchen, centered against the east wall of the large, table-filled room was the reason for the U-shape. Wanda immediately headed for the large oval table with a reserved sign on it nearest the dance floor, which was in front of the kitchen in the northeast corner of the establishment. Reaching the table, Wanda took a seat with her back to the dance floor, choosing to give her friends the preferred views of the dance floor/viewing area and the five sets of debreasting portals that lined the wall on its north side.

As Wanda’s seven friends took their seats on one of the other eight chairs around the table, a pretty Japanese waitress dressed only in tight black shorts and sporting perfect pinkish-brown tipped C-cups hurried over to the table from the kitchen’s food ordering counter. In a pleasant tone she asked, “May I take your order, gentlemen and girls?”

Hank blushed and ripped his eyes from the girl’s chest as he realized Wanda was staring into his blue eyes and nodding at him. He stammered, “Oh! Yes…of course…waitress. Could you please bring us a round of Lactic Blasters?”

“Yes, Sir!” the girl chirped as she flashed her sexiest smile, first at Hank and then at Oliver. “Right away, Sir!”

As the waitress turned towards the bar, giving the men their first look at the words ‘Final Fantasy’ printed in white on the back of her shorts, one word on each firm cheek, Wanda added, “Please bring each of the men a menu as well, waitress. They have fillet money!” Wanda grinned as the waitress suddenly looked very nervous and hurried back to the bar, and quipped, “Darn! Now I’ve got the poor girl worried that one of you men might be hungry for Japanese food.”

“What’s up, Wanda?” Sue asked softly. “You are usually very nice to the waitresses here.”

“Sue is right, Wanda,” Janet interjected. “That girl will be very worried when it’s her turn to be potential menu-item waitress. Are you trying to improve our table service, or is the presence of these boys making you want to show off?”

“Or is this how you react when you’re no longer the biggest breasted girl at the table?” Zatanna chided while chuckling at Wanda’s blush.

“I don’t know!” Wanda spat with pent up emotion. “Maybe it’s partly all three of those factors, or maybe it’s the disconcerting way the evening began…practically running into a live roaster in the barbecue pit area. I hadn’t meant to expose the newbies to the concept of girls as meat quite so abruptly. You are right though, I shouldn’t have picked on our waitress. I’ll try to make it up to her!”

“I’m sure you will, Wanda,” Sue replied while flashing her friend a smile of encouragement. “Why don’t you point out the important facilities to ‘the newbies’, which I assume means Dinah, Diana, Oliver, and Hank.”

Wanda grimaced and then grinned sheepishly as she admitted, “I’m really adding one insult after another to people I want to be friendly with, aren’t I Sue? Sorry about that, folks! Okay, you can see the door we just came through across the way, labeled ‘Barbecue Pits’. To the left, out of sight behind the kitchen is the club’s main, or front, entrance. To the right, in the corner of the back wall, is the door to the unisex bathroom. The door in the middle of the back wall with the sign ‘The Wall’ above it and the poster pasted on it reading ‘Is This Your Lucky Night?’, is to the Game room. You go through that door to get to the debreasting booths, which are behind the wall at the back of the dance floor where you can presently see five sets of empty debreasting portals; Bill Jennings’ office is also in the Game room.”

Wanda Maximoff paused to catch her breath before continuing her room tour with, “Between the unisex bathroom door and the Game room door, I see they’ve set up the balance beam and the razor-wire-cored debreasting nooses. Note the signs ‘Fallen Fruit Belongs To The House’, indicating Final Fantasy will keep any harvested breast bacon, ‘No Clothing Allowed In Jousting Area’, indicating that if Diana does participate in the balance beam jousts, she will be doing so in the nude, and ‘Free Drinks All Night Long For All Jousters’, ensuring both that Diana will have challengers and she won’t have to find another way to pay for her own drinks.”

“Participate I will, Scarlet Witch!” Diana interjected with relish. “I will be the cause of much ‘fallen fruit’ this night, and do not mind jousting without accouterments!”

“Good, Diana, but no more use of my or any other nom de guerre while we’re here,” Wanda replied softly with a concerned look on her face, before she continued her description of the facilities. “Notice the three Jessica machines; one against the north wall between the Game room door and the dance floor, and two against the west wall south of the door to the barbecue pits. Stay away from those machines, ladies…they are girl traps that a high percentage of females find irresistible. Play around those spitting machines and you may soon be in the same condition as that young girl we saw out at the roasting pit patio!”

Wanda twisted her head and nodded to the table-less area behind her, explaining, “The dance floor is where the hanging duel, and any post-lottery forfeitures will take place. It’s also where the bacon hunters, would be debreastors, gather to scope out their pray, and other patrons gather to watch girls get their breast balloons popped up close. Having mentioned the nightly lottery, I guess the ten girls selected in the first round of the lottery and at risk of being one of the two girls killed or nullified following the second lottery round will still line up in front of the back wall, a little more forward because of the balance beam.”

“Finally, we have the kitchen and the food-ordering counter on the south side of the dance floor,” Wanda said nodding to their waitress as she placed their Lactic Blaster filled glasses on a round silver tray. “That’s where you take any breasts you harvest from the debreasting portals to trade for sandwiches of frappes. That is also where, I guarantee, at least some of our breasts will end up. Oh, and I think the computer controls at the far end of the counter near the east wall, on the other side of the new transparent-plastic necklace-pendant making equipment, which looks a lot fancier than I expected, are used to select dancing music, although, for something called a dance floor, it isn’t used for that purpose all that much.”

Wanda ended her explanation as the waitress approached and began distributing their drinks and the two menus. “Miss,” Wanda said softly as the waitress finished placing the glasses of blue-tinged white liquid in front of herself and her tablemates, nodding to each of her friends in turn, “my name is Wanda, and this is Sue, Diana, Janet, Hank, Oliver, Dinah, and Zatanna. Could you tell us your name, and then, as some of my friends are visiting from the country, perhaps explain how things work here?”

“Sure thing, Miss Wanda,” the waitress chirped with a pleasant smile, “and my name is Kaori. This is my fourth day as waitress, but I will endeavor to explain well. This, Final Fantasy, is a debreasting booth nightclub. Our world-renowned food specialty is bacon sandwiches, the crucial ingredients of which we get mostly from customers visiting said booths.”

“If you girls are willing to volunteer to risk losing, or want to donate, your bacon, you go through that door,” Kaori said nodding to the Game room door, “remembering to drop your clothes at the entrance inside, and enter one of the debreasting booths. You can then set some controls on how and how fast you lose your bacon if someone chooses to accept your offered donation, and whether or not the window is transparent to the people on the other side so they can see your face. You can also leave the controls unlocked and let the person on this side make some or all of those decisions.”

Kaori smiled before continuing with, “If you choose to enter the Game room, you must take a debreasting booth and remain in the booth with your breasts through the debreasting portals and offered for harvesting for ten minutes, or until your donation has been accepted and you have been debreasted. Although only a small percentage of offered donations are accepted on any given night, Final Fantasy rewards risk takers or willing donators with a very pleasurable orgasmatron treatment during the last minute of the ten-minute booth stint, or during their debreasting experience.”

Kaori shivered nervously as she heard herself admit that the risk to the customer was very real, and then hurried to soften the impact of her words by announcing, “Now, regardless of whether your breasts are harvested, as a second reward for volunteering to take the risk, if you enter a booth just once, drinks are on the house all night long. Otherwise you may choose to enter the nightly lottery to get the free drinks, or pay your tab at the end the night. After you’ve donated your breast bacon, or when the ten minutes are up, you leave the booth and then the Game room. Unless you want to volunteer to be a potential menu item, you need to remember to put at least your bottoms on before you return to this room. You can play the game on that side of the wall as often as you want, as long as there is an open booth, and you still have breasts to offer as potential donations to Final Fantasy’s kitchen.”

“Both men and breasted girls can play the debreasting booth game from this side of the wall, but only once every hour,” Kaori said continuing with her explanation. “You can inspect the wagered breasts that have been put at risk in any way you want. You can see what options the player in the booth has chosen for donating her bacon, or see if she has left the choice of options to the players on this side of the wall, by reading the computer screen beside her booth’s window. If a set of breasts takes your fancy and you hit the red ‘debreast’ button by the window below the computer screen, thus accepting the donation from the volunteer in the booth, you carry the bacon, once free of the risk-taker or donator’s chest, to an ordering station at the kitchen bar and we will make our bacon sandwiches for you and your tablemates free of charge. We will also substitute vegetarian sandwiches or frappes for the bacon sandwiches as long as you’ve provided us with a donated set. Keeping the game fun for all, and preventing bad losers from seeking vengeance against the girl who pushed their button, is the reason only breasted girls may play the game on this side of the wall.”

“Very well explained, Kaori,” Wanda said softly with her friendliest smile. “Now, I don’t want you to be nervous after my stupidly announcing my friends have fillet money, but could you tell my friends about the responsibilities of the waitresses not wearing bottoms?”

“Yes, Miss Wanda, it is part of my job to do so,” Kaori replied, sounding a bit hurt that Wanda would think she wasn’t ready to perform every aspect of her job. “We waitresses here get paid very well. One reason we are paid so well is that we have to take turns making sure the establishment has food resources by offering ourselves as potential menu items; there are four of us on staff, so I have that duty for an hour every four hours. If none of the booths are occupied as is currently the case,” Kaori nodded to the empty debreasting portals, “any male or breasted customer can ask the potential menu-item waitress to take a turn in a booth as a volunteer. They can do that regardless of whether their intention is to harvest the waitress’s bacon and grab a free sandwich or just to keep things interesting by having potential donations available. If you would like, I can summon Carol and you can order her to take a booth, or if you wait ten minutes, and if the booths are still empty, you can have me take one, as my turn to pull potential menu-item duty is next.”

“We’re going to want someone in a booth shortly, Kaori,” Wanda said softly with a reassuring smile, “so that we can show our friends how the booth controls work. However, before you call Carol over, why don’t you finish explaining the potential menu-item waitress’s duties.”

Kaori frowned and began shaking as she admitted, “Any male or breasted customer willing to pay the price of a fresh fillet can order the potential menu-item waitress, or any other girl not wearing bottoms outside of the Game room or the new jousting area delineated by the yellow tape on the floor, to take a ride on Jessica.” Kaori nodded to the Jessica machine against the wall a short distance from their table. “If an employee ends up spitted by Jessica and live roasted, and therefore on the menu, their family gets the price of the fresh fillet, which is 3,000 credits, and a full shift’s wages not to mention the girl’s pension. If a customer ends up spitted because she forgot to put on her bottoms before leaving the Game room or jousting area, and someone offers to purchase her fillet, Final Fantasy keeps the credits. Is that what you wanted your friends to know, Miss Wanda?”

“Yes, Kaori, thank you,” Wanda replied trying to wear her friendliest smile. “One last thing, could you explain what happens if a male or breasted female plays the game more than once an hour on this side of the debreasting booth portals, and what happens to a breastless girl if she pushes a debreast button?”

“Yes, Miss Wanda,” Kaori replied with confusion on her face but in the same pleasant tone. “If a male harvests more than one set of breasts per hour from the debreasting portals, he gets docked. If a breasted girl does the same thing, she rides Jessica and gets live roasted. If a breastless girl takes a set of breasts from the portals, she gets live butchered in the kitchen, with her fillet being the first cut taken. Will there be anything else, Miss Wanda?”

“Thank you for your excellent explanations, Kaori,” Wanda said with a smile as she glanced around the nearly empty nightclub, suddenly realizing she and her friends had arrived slightly before 6 p.m., and the front door to the nightclub was still likely locked. “Please fetch Carol so that I can have her fill a booth, as all five are still empty. Do tell her that I’m just interested in showing my friends the booth controls, and doubt that she’s about to earn her pension.”

“Didn’t you girls make that same claim to Gina, Wanda?” Cheryl asked while giggling, having just exited from a meeting in the Game room with her boss. She laughed as a startled Wanda practically fell off her chair. “How are you girls on this fine night?”

“Cheryl!” Wanda exclaimed as she jumped to her feet and gave the blonde head waitress a hug. “We’re doing great, and I had nothing to do with anything told or done to Gina!”

“Yeah, Wanda’s telling the truth there,” Janet admitted as she took her turn giving the big-breasted blonde a hug while the men ogled her perfect pinkish-tipped D-cups, well displayed above her tight black uniform shorts. “That was all me, but I bet Gina is happier breastless with a pension than being head waitress instead of you. She really would have sucked at the job you’re so great at! If you were politely asking about today’s pre-Final Fantasy fun…things went perfect! This is my husband, Hank, by the way, our friend, Oliver, his girlfriend, Dinah, and, this is….”

“Princess Diana, of course,” Cheryl interjected grinning from ear-to-ear, with what she didn’t say speaking volumes to the table. “I’m pleased to meet all of you folks, and of course to see Sue and Zatanna again as well. My boss, Bill Jennings, is stuck taking care of business for about ten more minutes, and sent me to issue his apologies for the delay. Here is Carol now,” Cheryl said smiling to the pretty nude black girl sporting light-brownish-tipped slightly swooping D-cups and a meaty-looking hairless vulva. “Sorry, girl, the timing really stinks, but it looks like they’re going to have you fill a booth, allegedly just to demonstrate the debreasting menu and controls to these girls’ friends. Unless there is anything else I can do for you girls, I should probably check on the kitchen staff before I resume my regular duties as head waitress.”

“Hey, Cheryl,” Wanda quickly replied with a mischievous smile on her face, “I can see that you’re not pulling potential menu-item duty right now, and that Carol is, but why don’t you do us girls a favor and take a booth instead of Carol? I’m sure we can fill most of your ten-minute booth stint with girl talk, although those lovely D-cups of yours are likely to get pawed by the boys more than a little as well.”

“I’m not stupid, Wanda,” Cheryl replied tersely with a frown on her face. “A girl with Grade A D-cups like mine doesn’t voluntarily stick her breasts through those portals unless she is ready to get her chest flattened to preserve her life. Are you threatening to put me on Jessica’s back when my shift comes up if I don’t let you pop my balloons?”

“No…NO…Cheryl!” Sue jumped up and hugged the head waitress. “Wanda didn’t mean that at all! She just seems to be having a bad time choosing her words tonight. Truthfully, I’m sure she just wants a chance to talk to you. We all would, really! I promise that none of us girls will ever use our dairy money to pay for your fillet. Obviously, I can’t speak for the men, but we have made it clear to them that we consider you a close friend.”

Cheryl shrugged her shoulders and nodded, before replying softly with a sly smile on her face, “Okay, I believe you, Sue. Sorry, Wanda, I think I just overreacted to your request. As you know, it’s against the rules for a waitress here to voluntarily do a booth stint, so I’m going to have to clear this with Mr. Jennings. I’ll give him a call from the kitchen, and come right back. That means, Carol,” the blonde head waitress said nodding to the nude black girl, “that you may go back to work, retaking your regular duties and turns in the potential menu-item shift rotation.”

As Cheryl rushed away, something Carol quickly mimicked, Wanda sat and took a long pull from her Lactic Blaster, before grumbling, “Jeese, I don’t know what’s wrong with my brain just now. I keep getting people peeved at me!”

“Your words aren’t the entire problem here, Wanda,” Zatanna said with a chuckle. “The context within which they are spoken is also one of the issues. If Cheryl has heard so much about us for the last few days that she was immediately able to identify Diana, no doubt based on breast size, you can bet that she has also been hearing about our great heroes, and probably wondering whose fillets they are going to settle for. Remember, she knows the two boys each got fillet money if Diana is with us! Keeping in mind that there are only four waitresses on duty at Final Fantasy at any given time, she has likely come to realize that there is an at least fifty percent chance that she will end the night, first on Jessica’s back, and then doing the horizontal pole dance over hot coals!”

“Goodness gracious, you’re right, Zatanna!” Janet spat with obvious concern. “She must have been worried sick over the last few days. Doesn’t she realize that, being heroes, Hank and Ollie aren’t going to be impaling and roasting a live girl! They’ll just order fillets from the kitchen cooler! You’ll tell Cheryl that when she gets back, won’t you, Hank and Ollie?”

“Just one minute, girls,” Oliver Queen spat tersely, “you can’t tell us to behave like the average 41^st Century male to preserve this group’s safety as much as possible one moment, and then turn around and tell us we can’t do so because we are 21^st Century heroes the next. I don’t know about Hank, but I want to see as much of what this world has to offer my one time here as possible, and that includes Jessica machines and horizontal pole dances. Having seen three out of four waitresses, the principle fillets available for spitting as I understand it, there’s no way I’ll vouchsafe that blonde’s meat!”

“But Ollie,” Dinah interjected giggling as she tried to preserve the peace, “you saw a spitted girl doing a horizontal pole dance when we girls stopped to put our bikinis on in the barbecue pit area. Do you really need to be the one causing the spitting to occur?”

“Relax, everyone,” Wanda said softly, before admitting, “Oliver is the one who is right here. The men must mimic 41^st Century behavior as much as possible, and their fillet money is theirs to spend as they wish. That said, guys, I AM with Zatanna in hoping you’ll be generous to the table and trade the prices of those fillets for your wife and girlfriend’s breast bacon.”

“Even if we do that, Wanda,” Hank Pym asked softly with a blush of embarrassment, “won’t the person we trade the price of a fresh fillet to just turn around and use it on one of the potential menu-item waitresses? When it comes to food, the word fresh carries a lot of weight, and what Ollie said about the waitresses, and whose fillet is likely to get chosen, rings true. Doesn’t it?”

“You know,” Sue said softly with a thoughtful look on her face, “Hank is right, girls, not that anyone has said anything that isn’t. Bill Jennings is usually a dozen chess moves ahead of us when it comes to playing this world’s games. He would have worked out the danger he was putting his waitresses in long before he promised our men that fillet money, and knowing Cheryl’s value to him as a most effective head waitress, there is no way either of you boys are tasting her meat tonight. You guys may as well tell her she’s safe if she’ll be your debreasting booth control demonstration girl! And ladies, especially you, Wanda, if you’ve been listening to what I just said, you’ll be on a close lookout for one of Bill’s patented manipulation moves!”

“Ollie,” Hank hissed as he saw Cheryl on her way back to their table, “from what these girls have told me about their friend, Jennings, Sue is surely right. I guarantee you that he’ll offer us a trade to keep Cheryl safe, so why don’t we beat him at his own game. Let’s give in and vouchsafe her so we can play with those lovely D-cups of hers, and then take whatever trade Jennings offers us for her safety.”

As the table watched, Oliver Queen nodded his agreement, and as Cheryl took the empty seat at their table, the bearded hero said, “Miss…may I call you Cheryl? I think we’ve worked out what must be running through your mind. As you know our background, I hope you’ll believe me when I tell you that we won’t kill someone these girls call friend. We’re not likely to debreast you either, at least not in the next ten minutes, so if you want to fulfill Wanda’s request….”

Cheryl smiled, looked obviously relieved as she giggled, and then chirped, “Yes, you can address me by my given name, Oliver, and you as well, Hank, Dinah, and Diana. Thank you for being so kind as to allay my fears, Oliver, but let’s keep the fact that you have done so to ourselves, okay? I’d like to see if my boss really values my services and takes steps to keep you from purchasing my fillet on his own.”

“Did Bill say you could take a booth so we can demonstrate the debreasting menu and controls to our friends, Cheryl?” Wanda asked with obvious excitement, things seemingly finally under control. “I really do want to chat with you, and get your perspective on some of the things we girls have experienced or heard about over the last few weeks.”

“Mr. Jennings did agree to let me become the current potential menu-item waitress, Wanda, and therefore the girl available for you to send into a booth,” Cheryl replied softly with obvious nervousness. “He asked me to tell you he would let me do this, and these are his exact words, if you and I agree to do a favor for him. I’m not sure I’m willing to say yes, but I’ll run the requested favor by you if you’d like?”

Wanda saw the knowing look fill Sue’s face, and replied tersely, “Yes, do tell me what Bill Jennings wants me to do for him in payment for such a simple request, Cheryl. Then you can send Kaori out here in a few minutes so I can tell her to take a booth!”

Cheryl nodded, looking quite taken-aback by the favor being asked of her and the 21^st Century heroine, and announced, “He wants us to agree to accompany him to Club X. He knows I’ve been tempted to go paper hunting there anyhow, so he thinks I’ll agree to let him risk my life in death games. I don’t know why he thinks you’ll agree to do it. As you said, you can simply use Kaori in my place in a few minutes, or wait until a customer fills a booth.”

“When?” Wanda asked softly.

“Next month, the Saturday night after your prescheduled dairy day, when his daughter gets promised for the Club X picnic,” Cheryl replied softly.

“The two of us…with him and Coach?” Wanda asked her voice rising in pitch as her irritation became evident.

“Coach isn’t part of this, Wanda,” Cheryl replied giggling. “Mr. Jennings said to tell you that he could set one of us up with a professional football quarterback as escort, and escort the other one of us himself.”

“Until the lottery is over, or all night?” Wanda asked tersely, as she watched Janet blush with embarrassment.

“All night, Wanda,” Cheryl replied with a quiver in her voice. “And I really mean all night…if we survive the death games. Guests spend the night caged at Club X, and aren’t released until the next day when Club X officers are sure they have enough live roasters for the Sunday picnic.”

“Just us two, Cheryl?” Wanda asked with growing anger.

“No…Wanda,” Cheryl stammered, surprised that the conversation was still taking place, “he suggested…you bring…four friends. He knows…your stablemates…won’t join you. Mr. Jennings suggested villainesses…or X-girls…whatever that means!”

“And…if I agree, Cheryl…will you?” Wanda asked, her own voice suddenly quivering, causing Sue and Janet to gasp in disbelief and Zatanna to burst into laughter while the other four do-gooders looked confused.

“Yes…Wanda…then…I will…as well…,” Cheryl stammered softly a smile growing evident on her face. “Hell! As I admitted, I was thinking of trying to catch a husband and set of papers at Club X anyhow. I either do that or wait until I get my fillet purchased or my balloons popped here at work…or wait for my number to come up in The Lottery!”

“Enter the Game room, Cheryl!” Wanda commanded tersely. “Tell Bill you’ll be the one with the quarterback as your escort, and that I require him to grant one boon without negotiation and without him knowing what that request is ahead of time. Tell him he will hear that request tonight, and will be expected to grant it immediately. If he agrees, tell him you and I promise to join him at Club X on that Saturday night, so long as both of us still live breasted, and that I will try to recruit four girls to be used as cannon fodder. Then, take a booth, setting your window to two-way transparency, and choosing your favorite demise for those lovely breasts…just in case something goes terribly wrong…though I promise it won’t!”

Wanda watched with a silly smile on her face as Cheryl stood, stripped off her shorts, blushed as she watched the men’s eyes widen as they stared at the vulva they had said would be allowed to remain a vulva, and hurried into the Game room. A handful of seconds later, as two perfect pinkish-tipped D-cups were thrust through the debreasting portals of booth 1, Wanda broke the awkward silence at the reserved table by asking, “Will you take the lead in explaining the booth menu and debreasting controls, Janet, with Sue and Zatanna kibitzing?” As she saw her friends nodding, she spat, “Good! I’m tired of talking for the moment! Now let’s get up there and begin ‘debreasting booth 101’ before those tender melons make someone hungry and my promise gets broken as that girl gets the fruit plucked right off of her chest!”

Chapter 5. Lessons in Debreasting Booth Etiquette

“Hi, hi, Cheryl,” Janet chortled with a mischievous smile on her face as she and her friends surrounded the kitchen side of booth 1 to stare into the green eyes of the beautiful blonde head waitress behind the booth window, “seeing your lovely breasts protruding through those debreasting portals is an unexpected pleasure! Have you done this before?”

“Other than the training we waitresses receive when the nightclub is closed, Janet?” Cheryl asked with a quivering voice. “Yes…once! Coach Taft ordered me into one of these bacon traps one Thursday night near closing time when the booths were empty and there were only a few customers left. Coach was pretty drunk, and it was not long after I was first hired by Mr. Jennings, so I found the experience quite terrifying. He spent seven minutes slobbering on my breasts while making faints at my debreast button, and the final three minutes trying to talk the other patrons into harvesting my breast bacon.”

“That must have been a frightening ordeal, sweetie,” Sue said softly, “but obviously, Coach didn’t get any takers. Did you enjoy your orgasmatron-beam-induced climax at the end of your booth stint, Cheryl?”

“Yes, Sue, I did,” Cheryl replied softly. “I experienced one of the most powerful climaxes of my life! I can understand how you girls get hooked on the pleasure beams. However, no orgasm could make up for the fear I felt and the mutilation Coach tried to have forced upon me!”

“I’m surprised to hear that you feel that way, Cheryl,” Zatanna said chuckling with a gleam in her eyes, “considering how many sets of breasts we saw you help harvest the other day, and the fact that you voluntarily entered that bacon trap today.” The raven-tressed heroine, like the rest of her table, had carried her Lactic Blaster with her out on the dance floor. She took a long sip from her drink before stating the obvious, “We are, at least partly, here to go over the debreasting booth menu, controls, and etiquette, Janet. I suggest you make Cheryl here more comfortable by starting with etiquette first.”

“Oh, you mean the breast worshipping thing you were somewhat reluctant to do, don’t you, Zatanna?” Janet chortled jovially before reaching out to tweak first one and then the other of Cheryl’s nipples with her right hand. “Boys and girls, debreasting booth etiquette demands you worship the fruit you are about to harvest by pleasuring the girl’s breasts. That means gently rubbing and kissing or suckling on the balloons you are about to pop. Why don’t we start preparing Cheryl for her breast poaching by having you boys each take a breast? While they are doing that, Cheryl, can you tell Dinah and Diana what takes place as you enter the Game room and take a debreasting booth?”

Cheryl cooed softly as, after handing drinks to girlfriend and wife, first Oliver and then Hank began stroking and then suckling on first her right nipple and then her left, before replying, “If I didn’t know you girls better, I would swear you were really getting ready to debreast me, but alright, I’ll help you in your educational efforts. After entering the Game room, and stripping, you make your way to the booths, choose which set of portals to offer your donations through, and enter that booth.”

Cheryl paused and moaned as the men pleasured her breasts before continuing with, “You step up close to the wall, sliding past the open booth restraints…a chest high horizontal belt clamp to your left and t-bar like thigh-high belt clamps on either side of your legs…and, after the booth platform automatically compensates for breast height, lean towards the debreasting ports. After spreading your feet and positioning your thighs against the center of the t-bars, while making sure your arms are lifted above the elevation of the longer belt clamp to your left, you just push your offered donations through the debreasting portals.”

Cheryl grinned and gasped as the men pulled their mouths from her nipples and began gently stroking the undersides of her breasts with one hand while tweaking her turgid nipples with the thumb and fingers of the other. Then the head waitress warned softly, “As soon as the portal sensors detect your chest pressing against the debreasting portal rims, the bacon trap will snap closed…the long belt clamp secures your chest tightly against the inner booth wall as it curls around your back…and the t-bar belt clamps snap around your thighs to keep your legs spread. The vertical t-bar stands or rods will then tilt, forcing you to adjust your pelvis position until the orgasmatron beam emitter on the booth platform floor is focused on your clitoris.”

Cheryl cooed again as Hank returned to suckling her left breast tip while Oliver continued his tactile pleasuring of her right breast, before announcing, “Now fully secured in your bacon trap, your breast bacon freely offered for poaching, it’s time to use the computer terminal controls on the right side of your window to set your debreasting options, beginning with either choosing the debreasting method you are willing to accept from the on-screen menu, or selecting ‘secondary controls may override’ and allowing the players on the kitchen side of the debreasting booths to decide the fate of your chest ornaments.”

“There are quite a few options for breast removal, which we can go over later, girls,” Janet interjected while giggling with excitement, “but it’s important to note here that the slower and more painful debreasting methods bring a bigger orgasmatron-induced pleasure-beam reward, and attract more attention from anyone interested in poaching some bacon, than the quicker and less painful debreasting methods.”

Janet coughed to get Hank and Ollie’s attention as she pointed forward, “If you’ll direct your attention to the screen on this side of the debreasting booth, to the right of Cheryl’s window and above her red debreast button, you’ll see that Cheryl has chosen razor-wire loops on dead slow to get her puppies murdered with, along with selecting the new sub-option, ‘allow nipple docking’, which means Cheryl is going to get one hell of a pleasure beam dose after first having her nipples snipped off her breast tips and then having her balloons squeezed off her chest by slowly constricting wire loops.”

“Right, Janet,” Zatanna chortled jovially, “and I don’t see you not giving Cheryl that pleasure beam dose by slapping her debreast button, knowing that the only way you can keep your friend and teammate, Wanda, from being murdered in a few weeks at Club X is by either debreasting or executing Cheryl here. Sorry, Cheryl, as I said, we’re partly here to demonstrate the debreasting booth menu and controls. We’re also here to keep Wanda from doing something stupid!”

“Ignore, Zatanna, sweetie,” Sue interjected softly, “she’s just trying to create the fear that you will be debreasted, something that contributes to the intensity of the pleasure beam experience. I believe Wanda knows exactly what she is doing, making what outwardly seems to be an insane promise, and would not let Janet interfere with that promise, even if she wanted to. Please continue with your explanation of what Dinah, and possibly Diana, should expect when they take a debreasting booth for the first time.”

“I certainly hope you are right, Sue,” Cheryl replied in a quivering voice, “as I’m really not ready to get my chest flattened tonight and lose any hope of reaching papered status. Where was I? Okay, next you set the speed control setting menu, and as Janet mentioned, I selected dead slow to get the biggest pleasure beam dose possible. Then you go to the ‘window transparency’ menu and chose either ‘one-way’ or ‘two-way’, and, as requested and as you all can obviously see, I selected ‘two-way transparency’.”

Cheryl began moaning and cooing again, as both men returned their attention from the computer screen to her breasts, which they resumed suckling, as she explained, “The computer automatically switches to the next menu, and you get to chose between ‘de-clit option yes’ or ‘de-clit option no’. As I don’t want to have my sex life end, regardless of the greater pleasure beam reward, if you guys take Zatanna’s route to vouchsafing Wanda’s life, I selected ‘de-clit option no’. That option set, the final computer screen and icon appears, and you simply press, ‘start timer’.”

Cheryl moaned louder in pleasure as she struggle to finish her explanation by admitting, “With that icon pressed, your ten-minute debreasting booth stint begins, and you wait for someone on the kitchen side of the debreasting portals to determine the fate of your breasts if they so choose, which is exactly the position I let Wanda talk me into. I’m actually embarrassed, Zatanna, that I didn’t pay close attention to Wanda’s words, when she said that both she and I were committed to join Mr. Jennings at Club X if we were both still alive…and breasted…just before taking this debreasting booth! You girls think you’re doing me a favor, don’t you, by popping my balloons tonight?”

“Possibly, Cheryl,” Janet announced calmly and softly, “I might think I would be doing you a favor by poaching your breast bacon, which you do, boys and girls, by pressing the red debreast button, right here.” Janet reached up with her right hand, and allowed it to hover over the switch that would result in the slow murder of the head waitress’s breasts. “Or maybe, Cheryl, I’m doing what Sue suggested Zatanna was trying to do; trying to scare you into one really intense, climax-filled final booth minute. Maybe I should leave it up to you? Tell me…honestly…Cheryl…how much time is left on your timer…and at what point…do you want your balloon popping…to begin?”

“I have six minutes left on my timer, Janet,” Cheryl replied in a soft and calm voice, “and I never want my breast balloons popped. If you are going to kill my tits, it’s going to be murder, and not assisted suicide!”

“My, my, such drama so early in the evening,” Bill Jennings chortled loudly, announcing his presence behind the group of eight. “It’s good to see you again, Wanda, Sue, Janet, and Zatanna! Why don’t you introduce me to your husband and friends, Janet? You still have plenty of time left to decide whether you’re really going to harvest my head waitress’s breast bacon and cost me yet another pension!”

As Ollie and Hank pulled their mouths off Cheryl’s at-risk breasts to join the spunky heroine in facing the nightclub owner dressed in a grey business suit, Janet blushed and then shrugged before nodding, first to Bill, and then to her husband and friends, one at a time, and announcing, “Bill Jennings, I’d like you to meet my husband, Hank Pym, and our friends, Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, and Diana Prince. Guys and gals, Bill is the owner of this establishment, and despite the…well…as Bill put it…the drama…going on…Bill is our best friend in this…well…here.”

“Our best friend in this city, indeed,” Wanda proclaimed, breaking her long silence before stepping forward to give Bill a hug. As Wanda stepped back, Sue stepped forward, followed by Janet and Zatanna, to give their 41^st Century friend their own hugs, before Wanda suggested, “Why don’t you guys shake Bill’s hand and then let him give you a tour of the interior of the Game room, Hank and Ollie, while Dinah and Diana take over your breast pleasuring duties. We’re going to engage in a few minutes of girl talk, Bill, before Janet decides whether she’s just teasing Cheryl to make her debreasting booth experience more intense and memorable, or she’s really going to interfere with my carefully considered agreement with you, and mutilate the chest of our second best friend in this city, Cheryl!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter, his grayish-blue eyes gleaming with amusement, before nodding and saying, “That sounds like an excellent plan, Wanda. Make sure to order me a breast bacon sandwich if Janet decides to pop Cheryl’s big balloons!” As Bill shook fist Hank, and then, Ollie’s hands, he quipped, “Come on, guys, let’s leave these girls to decide my head waitress’s fate on their own. Don’t be surprised if we have sandwiches waiting for us when we return to your table, though. They did say Cheryl was their friend!”

“Come on, Dinah,” Wanda urged as she turned back to debreasting booth 1 while the men, after retrieving their glasses from wife and girlfriend, walked away, “get up there and practice your pre-balloon-popping breast worshiping. You too, Diana! Let Janet and I hold your drinks for you. I want you both looking like pros when you’re up here harvesting the fruit hanging out of the debreasting portals for your first time!”

Diana stepped forward and gently cupped Cheryl’s right breast in her hands as she watched Dinah begin suckling on the at-risk left breast, and chortled, “These fair-skinned, unmarred, perfect breasts are most appealing, friend Cheryl! It will indeed be a shame to see them harvested from your well fit body at Janet’s hand. Forgive me if I do not join Dinah in this breast worshiping ritual. I mean to harvest the fruit from girls’ chests this evening in a somewhat rougher, more competitive manner. Step forward, friend Sue, I think it would make for an interesting view to have two blondes pleasuring the doomed breasts of another fair-haired girl.”

Evidently Zatanna agreed with Diana, for Sue suddenly found herself being pushed forward by the magic wielder. “Okay, Zatanna,” Sue protested with obvious irritation, “there isn’t any need to push. I’ll gladly pleasure Cheryl’s beautiful breasts while hoping Janet is just teasing.” Soon Sue was also suckling on a nipple, after handing her drink to Zatanna, and Cheryl was cooing and moaning in pleasure.

Wanda stepped forward to stand between the two bent over blondes, and asked, “How much time is left, Cheryl?”

“Just over four minutes, Wanda,” Cheryl replied in a quivering voice and with an angry look on her face that screamed of the betrayal she felt. “You really set me up for my balloon popping like a pro, heroine.”

“Stop worrying about your breasts, Cheryl,” Wanda replied tersely. “They are either already safe, or already doomed, and only Janet knows which. Now, in the three minutes you have left before your mind gets clouded with pleasure beams, tell us about The Orphanages, how they got started and why, and what it feels like to be a girl unable to make use of birth control while knowing your baby will be sent to one of those places if you find yourself pregnant!”

Cheryl opened her eyes in mid moan, and stared at the auburn-haired beauty before her in disbelief. This girl, who had tricked her into a breast bacon trap, possibly ruining any chance she might have of a papered status, wanted her to answer questions about 41^st Century culture. Cheryl shook her head and then shrugged, and began talking, “I don’t know when, exactly, Wanda, but sometime around a few hundred years ago, not long after our domestic animal food supply was destroyed as the epidemic swept through our world, the government decided that girls, who were now the planet’s principle workforce, and with so few males, mostly single, couldn’t be afforded the luxury of caring for their children…unless papered….”

Meanwhile, in Bill Jennings office in the far corner of the Game room, the boys were talking. “Look, Hank and Oliver, I’m sure you have a lot of questions, and I have some things I want to accomplish during this fortunate moment alone with you, so we don’t have much time for small talk,” Bill, a stocky brown-haired man in his late forties, announced in a calm, clear voice. “If we’re in here too long, the girls will get suspicious. Why don’t you boys start with any burning questions you’d like to ask me out of earshot of the girls?”

“Okay, Bill,” Oliver Queen replied dryly, cutting right to the chase, “first, I’d like to thank you for the prices of fresh fillets you rewarded us with for our role in getting Princess Diana to come along. Then I’m going to admit that I’m going to use mine to purchase your head waitress’s fillet, when it’s her turn for potential menu-item duty, before asking, what’s in this for you?”

“Being a debreasting booth nightclub owner makes me a breast connoisseur, the reason why you were rewarded for Wonder Woman’s presence here tonight, Oliver,” Bill Jennings replied with obvious honesty. “What’s in it for me is the chance to see the most famous breasts in history hit the floor sometime during the night, assuming Princess Diana has a misstep and loses one of her balance beam jousts. However, assuming Janet doesn’t debreast Cheryl in a few minutes, I’d like to talk you out of that girl’s meat. None of the other waitresses will receive this same plea. What will it take to get you to pay for another girl’s fillet?”

“Before Ollie answers, I have a related question, Bill,” Hank quickly interjected while thinking this man from the future might not be quite as sly as the girls were giving him credit for being. “We…or at least…I am considering trading my price of a fillet to whoever harvests my wife’s breasts so that I can sample her meat. I suppose Ollie might like to taste Dinah’s meat as well. If either of us do that, what’s to prevent the customer we trade with from purchasing Cheryl’s fillet? We’ve seen three of the four waitresses you have working tonight…if free money is floating around…your head waitress will surely get purchased!”

“I have an easy solution there, Hank,” Bill Jennings replied with a twinkle in his eyes. “Offer to trade a fillet for the breasts, and if the customer who harvested your wife’s breasts agrees, order a stock fillet for them at the food counter. That way said customer never has actual control of the money itself, only the food that is being exchanged, and won’t have ‘free money’ to spend on my head waitress. Additionally, you boys should know that I’m expecting a huge turnout tonight, as the local university will be celebrating a pair of gymnastics Tournament Championships, so I’ve arranged for a rare double waitress shift plus three girls to help with the balance beam jousts. There will be two menu-item waitresses available every shift. Not counting Cheryl’s, which I’m attempting to negotiate the safety of, there will be at least seven fresh fillets available for you to choose from!”

“Well, Bill,” Oliver admitted softly, “in some ways that makes our decision more difficult. Now Hank here is going to have a hard time deciding between eating his wife’s breasts or one of your waitress’s fillets. Me, I find it difficult to believe any girl’s fillet is going to grab my attention the way Cheryl’s did. Don’t you have an unrelated question you wanted to ask Bill, Hank?”

“Three actually, Ollie,” Hank replied blushing badly. “First, do you know what was done to convince Princess Diana to tag along on Wanda’s field trip to your establishment, Bill?”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter before, after finally regaining his composure, answering truthfully, “Yes, Hank, I do! I’m sorry, but I’m probably going to embarrass you later by having Janet and Zatanna tell me all about your emasculations while you’re sitting at the table listening. Oliver, I may as well admit right now, that, if Zatanna used a hoop knife on you…I gave it to her. You have more questions, Hank?”

“Yes, Bill, I do,” Hank replied grinning mischievously. “Here’s the second one! Wanda told me you were going to have sex…anal sex…to be specific…with my wife…tonight…in one of your debreasting booths…while she gets her balloons popped. Is that true?”

Bill Jennings burst into laughter again, before nodding as he replied, “Yes, Hank, I plan to share Janet’s pain as her breasts are rendered asunder. I’ll back off of those plans if you wish. What are your thoughts?”

“No, I want to continue with your plan, Bill,” Hank replied while chuckling nervously. “Janet’s anal virginity has been a sore spot for much too long, as she uses it as an excuse to keep my own adventurous nature at bay. Actually, I want you to do more. The price for our coming here, and the reason you might see Diana’s breasts go to your kitchen, was pretty steep, I’m sure you’ll agree. I want my wife properly spanked for making me go through that…in front of an audience no less…and her losing her anal virginity…isn’t enough. Can you arrange for Janet to get declitted…against her wishes…as she gets debreasted by one of your customers…and anally raped…by you?”

“Good LORD, Hank!” Bill Jennings spat with his astonishment evident. “Do you realize how pissed Janet is already going to be at me for ending that virginity she flaunts so often at the other heroines? If I nullify her as well…well we’re good friends…but she may not forgive me for taking that many liberties with her body. I’m not saying I can’t do what you ask, for I easily could. I’m not even saying I won’t…I’m just saying I’ll pay a heavy price if I do it! What’s in it for me?”

“Actually, I want Dinah spanked too, Bill,” Oliver Queen interjected, “not so much as a penalty for putting me through hell…I was up for that…I’m more pissed at Zatanna for using that hoop knife…which is in your dairy on a counter by the way. I want to discourage my girlfriend from joining Wanda’s girls’ club beyond tonight. I like Hank’s way of getting a girl properly spanked…and therefore properly discouraged. Go ahead and share in Dinah’s pain as well, as she gets herself debreasted, and declit her while you’re doing so! If it makes the price you have to pay for doing that to the girls any lighter, you can tell them we told you that’s what you had to do to get us to vouchsafe Cheryl’s fillet. Just tell whichever girl you declit first that you’ll put her on a Jessica machine if she warns the other girl.”

“Vouchsafing Cheryl’s fillet isn’t part of this particular negotiation, Oliver, though I’ll gladly tell the girls that it was,” Bill Jennings replied with a serious look on his face. “I’ll see to it that you gentlemen’s requests are fulfilled on one condition. I want these girls to learn a lesson as well. They can’t pick and choose which 41^st Century customs to honor. I want you to collect their lottery disks when the time comes, and enter every breasted heroine at your table into my nightly lottery where they’ll risk being nullified…and perhaps more. If you’ll agree to my terms to vouchsafe Cheryl as well, I’ll let you be the men who get to nullify the lottery losers and share in their pain…or if the hanging duel doesn’t happen as planned, share in the lottery losers’ pain as they are debreasted before being placed on Jessica’s back!”

“With that last bit there, you’re telling us that we may be risking the girls’ lives, aren’t you, Bill?” Hank asked softly. “I don’t see how we can do that. How many of them are likely to be debreasted before your lottery is held, Bill?”

“Based on past behavior, Hank,” Bill Jennings replied calmly, “only one, or possibly two, of them will have succeeded in donating their breasts to my kitchen before the lottery. I should point out that I have every reason to believe that the hanging duel will take place, and the lottery losers will likely be nullified rather than live roasted. I talked to Carrie, the girl arranging the duel, just as you arrived, and she said her acquaintances were committed to the challenge. You’ve already arranged for me to nullify Janet anyhow, Hank, so you’re nor risking much in her case.”

“In that case, Bill, I almost hope that one of our girls loses the lottery and I get to participate in her nullification,” Oliver Queen replied with hardly subdued relish. “We will enter every breasted girl into the lottery, EXCEPT Diana…I’m sure neither you nor I want people getting hurt when I ask for HER disk! What are you offering to discourage me from eating Cheryl’s fillet? Let’s seal the deal!”

Bill Jennings chortled happily, “I’ll have two pre-ordered stock fillets placed on the house tab, one under each of your names, so that you can each trade that fillet for wife or girlfriend’s breast bacon, and still enjoy one of the stock fillets from my larder or, if you really must, purchase one of my other waitress’s fresh fillets while they are on potential menu-item duty. However, the house will keep the heroines’ severed nipples and clitorises, in exchange for you men playing those valued roles with the lottery losers.”

“I say done deal, Bill!” Oliver spat excitedly. “Hank?”

“Well, don’t be surprised if I try to get Janet to take a debreasting booth early and often, Ollie,” Hank replied nodding with concern filling his face, “just in case the lottery ends up lethal rather than merely painful, physically and mentally, but yes, I’m in as well, Bill! Done deal?”

“Done deal, Hank and Oliver,” Bill Jennings said grinning broadly, “but keep in mind this is the kind of agreement a man doesn’t back out on for any reason. Now, what say we go take a look at the inside of those debreasting booths. Cheryl should be entering the last minute of her booth stint any second!”

“First, answer my third question, Bill!” Hank urged with obvious eagerness as he nodded to a unique trophy mounted on the wall of the nightclub owner’s office. “Are they genuine?”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter before admitting, “Indeed they are, Hank, and they cost me a not-so-small fortune! Kraven the Hunter’s taxidermist must have been a true master of his art for those breasts to have withstood the passage of twenty centuries in such miraculous condition.”

“Does Wanda know you have the set of breasts she was born with…the ones the Riddler guillotined off her chest…mounted on a board on your office wall, Bill?” Hank asked softy, with a silly grin on his face.

“Not yet, and don’t either of you tell her either,” Bill replied with a grin on his face. “I’ll let her see them at the most opportune moment!”

Oliver Queen, as he suddenly had his eyes attracted to the golden lettering below the preserved breasts that read ‘Scarlet Witch’, burst into laughter. He exclaimed, “You really are a breast connoisseur, Bill Jennings! Now, let’s take a look at one of the debreasting booth interiors?”

Meanwhile, in booth 1, Cheryl was finishing her explanation to the heroines on the dance floor, as Sue and Dinah pampered her vulnerable breasts, with, “…so, as you might imagine, it really stinks to have to go through life trying to avoid being forced into having sex with some stranger, getting pregnant most any time something like that does happen to you because birth control is illegal for adult girls to use, and having any children you bear taken away before you get to know them. To compensate, we 41^st Century girls are always aware of our surroundings, especially any men present, and avoid forming a relationship with any of the males in our lives at all costs, unless there is a reason to believe that relationship may lead to marriage and papers. So, obviously, Wanda, my agreeing to go to Club X with you…where I know I’m going to be forced to participate in orgies and likely end up being made pregnant…is no small thing. I don’t think I should be debreasted for being the girl carrying her boss’s message to you…so please don’t let Janet pop…OH! My orgasmatron beam just engaged…and the pleasure is already so…INTENSE!”

“Well, Janet, are you going to believe that I know what I’m doing…that I feel strongly that my personal timeline doesn’t come to an abrupt end before that Sunday picnic is over…that I know I’ll not perish in the Club X death games that Saturday night?” Wanda asked softly staring into her teammate’s blue eyes. “Or are you going to debreast our friend, Cheryl, ending the small chance she has at bettering her life…a chance she is obviously willing to risk so much for?”

“I’d like to know the answer to that question too, Janet,” Bill Jennings chortled gleefully as he suddenly appeared in booth 1 behind Cheryl with Hank and Oliver in tow. “If you do intend on debreasting my head waitress, I think one of us men should shove our cock up her anus so that the pain she feels as she gets her big balloons popped can be shared.” Bill made a point of making as much noise as possible as he pulled his trouser’s zipper down behind the moaning blonde, who responded by letting the impending anal sodomy combined with the intense pleasure beams drive her to climax.

“Stop, BILL!” Janet screamed over Cheryl’s staccato sighs. “I was never thinking about really debreasting Cheryl! I could never hurt this sweet girl. I just wanted her to have a memorable booth stint! Don’t worry, Cheryl, you’ll still be carrying those lovely breast of yours when you leave that booth in less than a minute.”

“Good!” Bill Jennings spat with a wide grin as he pulled up his zipper. “I’m glad that’s settled! Tonight is not the night to be breaking in a new head waitress. Come on guys. Let’s leave Cheryl here to enjoy her climaxes in peace while I show you the booth restraints and debreasting equipment down in booth 5.”

As the men disappeared from view, the heroines took turns massaging and sucking on Cheryl’s breasts. The blonde head waitress did indeed enjoy the final minute of her debreasting booth stint as the miraculous pleasure beams coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her Grade A body. The heroines’ friend was in the best of spirits when she left the Game room wearing her black Final Fantasy shorts, while still carrying perfect pinkish-tipped D-cups on her chest.

Chapter 6. The Players and the Played

Janet was waiting outside the Game room door wearing a sheepish smile on her face when Cheryl walked back into Final Fantasy’s main room. The two immediately hugged, as Janet asked with obvious concern in her voice, “Cheryl, sweet girl, you do know I was just teasing, right? You know I never planned on forcing an early pension on you by popping your pretty balloons?”

Cheryl blushed as she admitted in a quivering voice, “I thought you were playing games just to wind me up most of the time, Janet, but there were moments when I felt sure Wanda had manipulated both of us into being either debreastor or debreastee so that she wouldn’t have to keep her promise to Bill. In retrospect, I think Zatanna did a particularly good job in selling the ruse, and am happy she did so…now at least…because all of my pent up emotions led to one hell of a nice orgasmatron ride. Don’t worry about anything that was said or done, Janet. I’ll always consider you heroines to be friends, even if I do end up finding out that one or more of you girls were trying to manipulate me. Manipulation runs rampant in the world I live in!”

Janet giggled, looking very relieved as she replied, “Well, actually, I don’t think Zatanna thought it was a ruse. I think she really was trying to put me in the same position with you that I put her in with Gina. As I admitted earlier, I was responsible for Gina’s early retirement, even though it was Zatanna that hit her debreast button, as I conned Zatanna into doing it. Can you join us at the reserved table for a drink before you go back to work, Cheryl?”

“Sorry, Janet, I can’t,” Cheryl replied with a friendly smile, “as tonight may be the busiest night at Final Fantasy ever. Now that we’re open to the general public, and not just the privileged few who are granted early access to the nightclub’s resources and facilities…the early birds as we call them…I expect things will soon really be hopping. Even with the extra help we’ve called in, I’m really going to have to stay on top of everything if the night is going to go smoothly. Oh well, I knew I was in for this, first, when I agreed to wear these shorts, and then when I accepted the position of head waitress!”

“Speaking of those shorts you waitresses wear,” Janet said softly, her eyes filled with obvious curiosity, “I wanted to ask about something that made no sense at all to me at the time. Why did Bill make you strip off your shorts and become the potential menu-item waitress before you took the debreasting booth, instead of just allowing for a policy exception?”

“I’ll be truthful, if you promise to keep my answer a secret between the two of us, Janet,” Cheryl replied with a twinkle in her eyes. “Can you do that?”

“Sure, Cheryl, I can do that,” Janet replied giggling. “While I’ve always been good at keeping secrets, I’ve become a real expert during the last few weeks. Shoot, girl…I want to hear it straight!”

“Well, Janet, in that case, I need to inform you that the head waitress is the only waitress at Final Fantasy who pulls three potential menu-item shifts a night,” Cheryl said softly, her voice quivering slightly as her green eyes gleamed. “In terms of fresh meat being offered for sale, the head waitress is the early bird special, the house’s stake in the mid-evening meat lottery, and the final selection for late-night diners. Carol was just covering my duties while I was called away for the meeting with Mr. Jennings.”

As Janet gasped in disbelief, Cheryl blushed as she shyly admitted, “Yes, that’s right, filling one of the empty booths was already my responsibility when I delivered Mr. Jennings’ request for Wanda to join us for a night at Club X…using my boss’s exact words. As I told you earlier, manipulation runs rampant in the world I live in, and sometimes I’m forced to be part of the manipulation game. You’ll keep your promise, and not tell Wanda, won’t you, Janet?”

“Yes, of course, Cheryl, a promise is a promise,” Janet replied with a happy chuckle. “Although Wanda is incredibly gullible sometimes…I mean she had just been warned that Bill was likely going to try something like that…it’s not her I’m worried about. Her command over the winds of change gives Wanda incredible insights into possible futures. I don’t understand how it works, but if she says she KNOWS she’ll make it through that weekend safely, I believe her. Cheryl, you’re going to be in good hands with Andy Summers as your escort…Wanda did good for you…but don’t volunteer for any more death games than Andy feels it necessary to enter you into. I want you to make it through that weekend safely as well…and hopefully earn that marriage proposal you’re aiming for!”

“Thank you for saying that, Janet,” Cheryl replied giggling happily as she again hugged her 21^st Century friend. “I hope I do as well. However, we 41^st Century girls live our lives one day at a time…especially waitresses at Final Fantasy. No girl has ever been head waitress at Final Fantasy for an entire month. I let Wanda, my friend, get manipulated…into promising to play death games…and even helped do the manipulating…because I sincerely doubt…I’ll be here to join her…that Saturday night…about a month from now…giving her a way out of that sordid promise. Now, I really must get to work, dear girl!” Cheryl quickly hugged Janet before rushing off into the kitchen.

“These Lactic Blasters are most pleasing to the palate, friend Wanda,” Diana proclaimed with her glass raised before her face as she examined the bluish-tinged white liquid, just as Janet retook her seat at the reserved table, “which is most fortunate as I am quite certain that I will consume many glasses of this concoction, having agreed to embrace Zatanna’s drinking challenge. Perhaps it would be wise for me to enquire as to the potency of the alcohol. Am I likely to benefit from the Amazons’ traditional remedy for the price that comes with prolonged celebration come sunrise?”

“The alcohol content of the fermented human milk is higher than you would expect based on taste, Diana,” Wanda replied with a satisfied smile on her face, “but we each consumed a half-dozen glasses on each of our last two visits to this nightclub, and I woke up each morning afterward without hangovers. What about you, Janet, and how are things with Cheryl?”

“Cheryl’s just peachy, Wanda,” Janet chirped gleefully, “and seems to have really enjoyed the final minute of her booth stint in spite of…or rather…perhaps because of…the scare we gave her. As far as Lactic Blaster consumption goes, we must have drunk at least eight glasses each both nights, but I woke up with a clear head the next morning after our previous trips as well.”

“However, when it comes to the drinking game Zatanna talked you into, Diana, isn’t a hangover the least of your concerns?” Janet asked with an ear-to-ear smile on her face. “You’re going to be standing on a four-inch-wide, sixteen-foot-long beam elevated four feet above the floor wearing razor-wire-cored nooses cinched around the bases of your breasts while girls try to cause you to lose your balance as you try to do the same to them. The more girls you topple from the beam, the more drinks you have to down, and the more likely it’s going to be that your own balance becomes impaired by the alcohol, possibly leading to your making the return trip home with us at the end of the night more than twenty pounds lighter than you are right now.”

“Yes, friend Janet, I was aware of that possibility before I agreed to join this expedition,” Diana chortled jovially, “and was aware that agreeing to turn my jousts into a drinking game dramatically increased that possibility. However, has not Wanda promised that some, perhaps most, and possibly all of us women, will return home this night breastless and in need of the Chula device’s miraculous ministrations? If I am one of those women, so be it, and if the Chula device fails to work on my flattened chest, so be it as well!”

“That’s an attitude we’ve all had to embrace from the start of Wanda’s field trips to Final Fantasy, Diana,” Sue replied softly, just as Hank, Oliver, and Bill returned from the Game room to take seats at the table. “Hank has always made it clear that there is a small chance that the alien device will fail in a regeneration attempt. So, I guess, in answer to your question, Diana, while the Lactic Blasters have a higher alcohol content than we ever managed to achieve using milk products in our…I mean…in the country…they’re weaker than wine…probably nearer beer’s alcohol content…and contain drugs to enhance a woman’s sex drive…which enhances the orgasmatron reward you’ll get for your booth stint or stints, Dinah.”

“Hi there, Bill, Hank, and Oliver!” Sue said wearing a friendly smile. “We’ve were just talking about your fantastic drinks…your late-wife Marge’s recipe didn’t you say, Bill…and the effect the expected prodigious consumption of them by Diana might have on her balance beam jousts as the night wears on. While I expect Diana has some questions about how the jousts are going to be organized, Bill, why don’t you clarify any errors we may have made in our explanations regarding your drink first, and then tell us what effect those drugs I mentioned might have on the boys here.”

“The drugs will have no effect at all on these men, Sue,” Bill replied chuckling with a broad grin on his face. “Even in…the country…you folks have drugs that effect only one gender’s libido, no? As for potency, the average alcohol content of the Lactic Blaster recipe we use here at Final Fantasy is only between four and five percent by volume, Sue. Not too many girls end up claiming they took a turn in one of the debreasting booths because they got too tipsy to know what they were doing. Still, if Diana consumes too many Lactic Blasters, her wondrous breasts may very well end up in my kitchen contributing to Final Fantasy’s profit margin, regardless of her skills as a jouster. Can I order another round of drinks for the table, Princess?”

Diana laughed loudly before replying, “Indeed you may, Bill Jennings, for my first glass nears emptiness. Though you clearly join the rest of my tablemates in yearning for my flattened bustline, I shall not let that interfere with our getting to know each other, and promise that your kitchen will receive many other girls’ contributions to your establishment’s profit margin before yearning’s end. Do tell me how and when my jousts might begin, after you have summoned our waitress and have the next round of drinks on their way!”

Bill held his hand up and Kaori, now, being the on-duty potential menu-item waitress, sporting a hairless vulva below her perfect pinkish-brown tipped C-cups, rushed over to the table. “Another round of Lactic Blasters for these fine folks, Kaori,” Bill said smiling up to his employee, “as well as one for me. Make sure all of the men’s drinks, including those from the last round, go on the house tab, along with one pre-paid-for stock fillet for each of them. Off you go, girl!”

Dinah giggled as she watched Oliver and Hank’s eyes follow the girl back toward the kitchen, and asked, “Gee, Ollie, how are you guys going to decide which waitress’s fillet to purchase? Seeing as how only one of you can order Cheryl’s, one of you still has to pick a girl!”

“Oh, yeah, Cheryl’s fillet,” Oliver replied chuckling nervously, “I guess Hank and I could flip a coin there. Bill, I had the impression from Wanda that Hank and I could inspect each of your waitresses as they took menu-item duty…you know…see how moist they are…how thick their labia are…and such…with our fingers…to help decide who rides Jessica. Would that be appropriate behavior? Also, are the waitresses available for sex?”

“I’ll give you the bad news first, Oliver,” Bill said with a frown on his face. “There will be no sex with anyone here in Final Fantasy, save possibly sharing some unlucky girl’s pain after she loses the nightly lottery, and I usually hold a raffle to see which lucky guys get that boon. I’m not going to start paying maternity leave for my waitresses, and my customers, those smart enough to take a taxi both here and home, know this as a safe zone when it comes to avoiding forced pregnancies. If one of the customers lets you know they really want to get laid despite the risks, and I can’t imagine that happening, you can take them out to the dairy and do them there. Otherwise, you boys are going to get yourselves docked if you can’t keep your peckers in your pants!”

Bill grinned and said in a friendlier tone, “However, even though it will seem a bit unusual to my staff, yes you can conduct tactile inspections of each of my waitress’s fillets, including Cheryl’s, but just once during the night for each waitress. You can start with Kaori if you want, when she gets back with our drinks, and then I’ll instruct Cheryl to make sure each of the other girls give you that opportunity during their first shift, including the first girl with potential menu-item duty from the second shift when it arrives.”

As Wanda saw Oliver nod while smiling, and Hank nodding more vigorously wearing his usual silly grin, she spat acerbically, “They won’t be touching Cheryl’s privates tonight or any other night, Bill. It’s time to hear the terms you’ve already agreed to for my joining you at Club X for your daughter’s birthday ceremony!”

“Speak up, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied calmly and carefully with a twinkle in his eye. “I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to bring up that boon I must grant you, here and now, without negotiation, as Cheryl put it to me!”

“Well, Bill,” Wanda said softly with a quivering voice, “if you want to be sure I’ll be playing death games for you along with Cheryl about a month from now, you’ll need to make sure Cheryl is still breasted and alive when that night rolls around. She’s not going to be if Ollie has her spitted on Jessica’s back tonight, or some other customer pays the price of her fillet or forces into a booth when they’re all empty. Cheryl’s waitressing days are over! You’re making her nightclub and dairy facility manager starting right now!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter, bringing every eye in the slowly filling nightclub to the reserved table, and then said, “You know, Wanda, I’m sorely tempted to put you on Jessica’s back right now, in one final attempt to teach a very silly girl how to behave in this male-centric society, but I love you far too much to make you meat so quickly. Very well! Cheryl just received a much deserved promotion.”

Wanda Maximoff, joined by both heroes and her three most 41^st Century-wise heroine friends, sat with mouth agape staring at the nightclub owner in disbelief at his quick agreement to her terms as Kaori returned with another round of drinks for the table. “Can I be of further service to you folks, before I return to the kitchen ordering counter?” Kaori chirped with a pleasant smile on her face, after distributing the full glasses and retrieving several empty ones from the first round of drinks.

“Yes, Kaori, I’m afraid you can,” Bill Jennings said softly with a twinkle in his eyes. “First, I want to tell you that I am very pleased at the way you’ve performed as waitress here at Final Fantasy. Your professionalism and pleasant nature are most laudable. However, that professionalism is about to be tested. As you are aware, these gentlemen have had stock fillets purchased for them by the house, and still have the price of a fresh fillet on their Final Fantasy credit accounts. Well, they want to inspect your fillet now, Kaori, to see if they’re going to want to see it speared by a spit sometime tonight. Please walk over and stand between the two gentlemen while they inspect that most expensive cut of meat you carry between your legs.”

“Yes, Mr. Jennings, I’ll happily do so,” Kaori replied softly, trying to maintain her friendly smile despite the fear flooding across her face. “I would be most honored to have my fillet chosen for consumption by one of these fine gentlemen, though I must admit I do not look forward to Jessica’s embrace and a horizontal pole dance over hot coals afterward.” Kaori quickly walked over to stand between and behind Hank and Oliver’s chairs with her feet spread shoulder length apart and her hands held behind her back.

“Gentlemen, knowing that you are from the country, I suspect you may not be aware of all of the finer points that go into selecting a fillet for roasting, so, just this once, I’m going to give you some advice,” Bill Jennings said calmly and softly, looking into Kaori’s eyes rather than the men’s. “First, however, I’ll point out that all of the waitresses here at Final Fantasy have been pre-graded and certified as Grade-A meat, and then I’m going to remind you that the dozen freshly harvested stock fillets in my kitchen cooler came from Grade-A meat as well. If you do me the favor of selecting one of the stock fillets in the cooler, you’ll be saving me from paying a pension to Kaori’s father, or one of the other waitress’s parents! Kaori?”

“What Mr. Jennings says is true, worthy gentlemen, and I will not feel dishonored if you do not choose my fillet for your meal,” Kaori replied giggling nervously. “The other waitresses are all very appealing meat specimens, and Mr. Jennings himself chooses which Grade-A girls from the government facilities will provide our kitchen’s food stock. However, I must also say that part of my job here is to become food if someone desires me to be so, and that I was being truthful when I said I would feel honored to have my fillet chosen for your consumption. I offer you really special meat. You check me and see for yourself!”

“Now comes my advice on live fillet assessment, gentlemen,” Bill Jennings said softly while chuckling. “We will do this in steps, with each of you taking turns. First press your fingers of one hand, palm downward over Kaori’s mons pubis, press inward, and then gently pinch the sides of the pubic mound inward with your fingers and thumbs.” Bill paused while first Oliver and then Hank did as he instructed, before saying, “Good! Now with both palms pointed towards each other and flat with your fingers straight, lift your hands upward between her legs to press against her crotch on either side of her vulva. Then push your hands gently towards each other while gently pressing your thumbs into Kaori’s labium between her labia minora and labia majora, and gently pinch.”

Bill watched as first Hank and then Oliver followed his instructions while Kaori issued a low moan, and then he informed them, “You just collected information to gauge how much meat that fillet will yield, and, as is the case with all fillets, per ounce, that meat cut is darn expensive. Now, move your hands closer together, press your fingers into her labium between Kaori’s labia minora and labia majora, and gently press into her inner lips and lower vagina with your thumbs, noting her relative moistness or dryness as well as the thickness of the pink meat, which most fillet connoisseurs believe imparts the bulk of the flavor to the meat cut. Now gently rotate one of your thumbs around the rim of Kaori’s clitoris, trying to gauge the size of her glans and the state of her arousal.”

Bill grinned as first Oliver and then Hank followed his instructions while Kaori’s moans were teased into coos. When the men finished, both grinning ear-to-ear, he chortled, “Now you’ve collected the information that’s going to let you gauge flavor, both due to the quantity of pink meat, and the likelihood that she’s going to juice herself, as she takes the spit in her vagina, with an orgasm that will cause her vulva to swell. Lastly examine the overall tone of Kaori’s body, and the color of her skin. Stand up, Zatanna!”

Bill grinned as a confused looking Zatanna did as she was told as he resumed his chuckling before explaining, “Many men believe a slightly marbled fillet dramatically increases taste, and that being either without body fat or flabby are negative factors. Look closely at Zatanna’s slightly soft body…your dark-haired tablemate is one man’s idea of a girl likely carrying a perfectly marbled fillet. Some men…which doesn’t include me…believe melanin adds to taste as well. My advice on fillet evaluation is now over, so Hank, unless you think I left something out, you might stop your tactile examination of my moaning waitress’s assets. I can tell you that, from where I stand, Kaori looks like very succulent Japanese food. However, unless you plan on ordering her fillet for dinner now, without checking out the other waitress’s assets or considering my request that you don’t cost me pensions, do let the girl get back to work.”

As Hank pulled his hands away from the girl’s sex with a reddening face, and both men turned back to the table and drained their initial glasses of Lactic Blaster, Bill stared into Kaori’s almond-colored eyes and said softly and calmly, “Thank you for putting up with that, Kaori. Please collect the rest of the empty glasses, return to the kitchen, and send Cheryl out here to join us.” Bill returned his attention to a rather stunned table and chortled, “I do so hope you girls were paying attention, so that I don’t have to school you in fillet selection at some later date in some other venue! Now, I suppose I should answer Diana’s…well in a minute…here comes Cheryl….”

“Crap, boss, what’s up?” Cheryl asked with a quivering voice and resignation in her eyes. “Kaori told me what’s going on. Did you forget to tell me that one of these men snapped up my fillet while I was in the debreasting booth and still potential menu-item waitress?”

Bill Jennings burst into laughter for a few seconds as he struggled to contain himself, before finally replying with the broadest of grins, “No, Cheryl, it’s nothing like that at all! A few minutes ago, Wanda let me know what that boon I had to blindly and immediately grant her in return for you two accompanying me to Club X was. It seems the boon she wants is for you, not her. Congratulations, Cheryl, you’ve just been promoted to manager of both the nightclub and the dairy; a promotion that comes with a significant pay raise I might add. As you no longer have head waitress duties, you might as well start wearing the uniform top we had you fitted with yesterday. Now give Wanda a hug to thank her for her concern for your safety, and for your new job!”

Once again, two heroes and four heroines sat slack-jawed at the table with disbelief in their eyes, and then Wanda stood and gave Cheryl a hug as she stammered, “Fitted with…yesterday…? What? Did what I think…just happened…just happen?”

“Of course it did, Wanda Maximoff!” Bill Jennings replied with more than a hint of gloat in his voice while tears filled Cheryl’s eyes as she shrugged her shoulders and nodded. “Wanda, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to pair with Cheryl when we visit Club X, leaving you to pair with Andy Summers. You’re up for that, aren’t you?”

As Wanda’s face reddened and anger filled her gold-flecked blue eyes, she replied, “Sure, Bill, no problem. Maybe my nipples will get skewered fewer times with darts at the start of the night that way. A well-played game, Bill Jennings! You’re skill is going to make you a great friend and ally…to me and my friends from…the country…if you don’t manage to get me killed…before we can put those skills to use for our own benefit.”

“Wanda, I’m so sorry I helped trick you into this,” Cheryl said softly wearing a frown with teary eyes.

“You didn’t trick me into anything, Cheryl,” Wanda replied softly as she regained her composure. “I actually want to visit Club X again, to learn more about when and why it was formed, and to see what happens after their weekly lottery. I was pleased that I was being given a chance to do so, in the company of friends from this…city, without having any of my friends from…the country…being put at risk. I stupidly thought I could use the leverage I had thought I had gained over Bill to do something to improve the situation for another friend, you Cheryl…”

Cheryl interjected in a quivering voice, “Yes, I know, Wanda, and it is that selfless act on your part than makes me feel so…”

“Don’t feel that way, Cheryl” Wanda interrupted as she blushed, “because if I was a better friend I would have insisted Bill not let you join me in the death games. However, you kept saying you were thinking about visiting Club X, so why not with me. Besides, I really do have a good feeling about both of our futures right now, and if that feeling changes, me and the girls will just show up for our scheduled second stint in the dairy stalls one volunteer cow short. Cheryl’s still set to fill the empty milking stall, if we have one, and then stand under a swinging pendulum blade isn’t she, Bill?”

“Yes, of course, Wanda,” Bill replied chuckling. “I said that is what would happen if only three of you heroines showed up. I’ll keep my word, and let you back out of the night at Club X by having Cheryl get her breasts slowly hacked off her chest if you lose your nerve and decide to break your own word.”

“NO…no…I don’t think that there is any chance that will happen,” Wanda said softly as she considered her feeling regarding the future. Wanda gave Cheryl another quick hug and said with a smile, “I’m happy you got a much deserved promotion, Cheryl, and I hope I made that happen at least a bit earlier than it would have otherwise. Why don’t you go put that uniform top on, and then come back and model it for us, much to the disappointment of our men, who, in case you haven’t noticed, haven’t let their eyes leave your pretty D-cups. Now I’m going to give Bill a hug to show him I’m not angry with him.”

Bill Jennings cracked a big smile as he took Wanda into his arms and asked, while looking at his retreating waitress-turned-manager, “Could you retrieve those keepsakes I had made from the souvenirs I collected the last time these girls were at Final Fantasy, and, of course, the engraving tool, Cheryl. Also, you might want to…”

“Yes, Mr. Jennings,” Cheryl interrupted while giggling, “I’ll be right back with your memorabilia after I’ve told Colleen she’s been promoted from backup head waitress to head waitress. I’m thinking Kaori is our best option for new backup head waitress…she has a degree in mechanical engineering…if she’s willing to pull an extra tour as potential menu-item waitress on this dangerous night to do so. Oh yes…I’ll call that girl Libby, and let her know she can report to work as our newest waitress.”

“Come here, you naughty boy, Bill,” Wanda said as she hugged the nightclub owner tightly to bring his attention back to her as Cheryl hurried away. “You’ve made a smart move and lightened the load for yourself by promoting Cheryl, proving you ARE able to learn. When will you learn to just ask for any favors you want from me, rather than resorting to tricking me into giving them to you?”

“I’m sorry, Wanda, but, as I’ve told you before, I’m not being disrespectful of our friendship when I become somewhat manipulative,” Bill said softly with a serious look on his face. “I’m afraid that tendency is just part of the 41^st Century male psyche.”

“Said the scorpion to the frog in the middle of the river after the frog asked why the insect had used his stinger on her as she tried to give him the free ride he had asked for across to the other bank,” Wanda said laughing. “Yes, I know, Bill, playing people is part of who and what you are, and you do it very well. Just keep in mind, both the scorpion and the frog drowned in the middle of that river when the scorpion let its true nature become more important than its friendship with the frog. Let that not become our fate, my friend. Now, why don’t you show Diana the jousting station and equipment!”

Chapter 7. New Games and Keepsakes

Bill Jennings beamed with pride as he stood beside the tall and fit Amazon and her huge breasts, ignoring the other seven do-gooders forming a semi-circle around the two of them, as he explained his newest club activity, chortling, “This Diana, is the debreasting game I’ve created with competitive girls like you in mind. The ‘Balance Beam Joust’ is a game in which one girl, the ‘Bacon Risker’, gambles that she can defend her breasts against any and all challengers, called ‘Bacon Poachers’, for a ten minute jousting stint…notice the digital timer display high on the wall across from the center of the balance beam. As you can see, there is a big rectangle delineated by yellow tape on the floor around the balance beam that designates the clothes-free combat zone, and three smaller boxes…one at each end of the rectangle, and one in the center of its outer side, nearest the tables rather than the wall.”

As Bill pointed out the three smaller boxes, he said, “Any girl wishing to become a Bacon Risker steps into the center box and strips. She will then be fitted with wrist and ankle cuffs, thigh and upper arm straps, and waist and neck belts, all of which have three or four metal one-inch diameter metal rings attached to them. Then she will be handed a six-foot-long jousting pole that has blunt hooks at each end, covered with some leather to prevent gouges if the hooks strike skin as they are used to try to catch one of the cuff, strap, or belt rings. The Bacon Risker can then either mount the balance beam and have plastic covered nooses attached to a ceiling rope cinched into the bases of her breasts, starting her timer, or wait in the Bacon Risker box until one or both of the end boxes are filled with girls wanting to be Bacon Poachers; in that case, once the Bacon Poachers have stripped and been equipped with ringed cuffs, straps, and belts as well as jousting poles, and have mounted the balance beam along with the Bacon Risker, the timer will be started when all of the girls are wearing breast nooses.”

Bill paused and licked his lips as he imagined Princess Diana’s big breasts cinched into nooses and at risk on the beam, and then quipped, “Obviously the Bacon Poachers will be trying to hook one of the Bacon Risker’s rings and use it to pull her off balance, or do anything else they can think of to cause her to fall off the balance beam. The Bacon Risker will be trying to do the same thing to the Bacon Poachers. The Bacon Risker must remain on the balance beam for at least ten minutes, until the last Bacon Poacher has been dispatched, and the game attendants will be allowing new Breast Poachers into the game while the timer is active as soon as a ceiling rope is available for a new set of debreasting nooses.”

Bill nodded as he cut to the chase and told the Amazon Princess how the game was won, “If the Bacon Risker’s feet leave the balance beam, meaning she’s hanging by her breast nooses, the Bacon Poachers will be freed of their nooses as soon as the Bacon Risker’s breast bacon has been fully poached and sent to the floor. The Bacon Risker will be let out of her nooses only when her timer has expired, and there are no more breasted Bacon Poachers in the clothes free combat zone. It isn’t going to be an easy game, Diana, as there will only be a foot of slack in the rope to which the breast nooses are attached, and the end of the rope will be well greased so the girl won’t be able to grip it and forestall her fate. Any contestant in the game whose feet leave the balance beam is going to be debreasted after a period of breast suspension regardless of whether they fall off on their own or are helped off by one of the other jousters.”

Bill was amazed by the lack of anxiety Diana was showing, though her eyes were lit with interest, and decided it was time to show her cause for concern. As he held one of the spare debreasting modules, which consisted of double-noosed, three-eighths-inch thick transparent plastic line, out for her to see as he explained jovially, “The plastic nooses that you see here, which will be tightened into and around the bases of the contestants breasts after the top of the module has been secured to the end of the ceiling rope, are cored with razor wire, surrounded by an inner tube of liquid reagent, a thin and delicate membrane, a plastic liner, a space filled with another liquid reagent, and then the outer plastic.”

He let Diana take the module from him and examine it as he continued his explanation with, “When a Bacon Risker or Bacon Poacher falls from the balance beam and the plastic nooses take her weight, cinching even deeper into her already balled and purpling breasts, the razor wire will be abruptly tightened, destroying the membrane separating the inner reagent from the plastic liner of the breast nooses. This reagent will slowly dissolve the plastic liner. About ninety seconds after the inner membrane has been ruptured, the plastic liner separating the inner reagent from the outer reagent will have been dissolved. When the two reagents mix and react, the outer plastic covering around the breast nooses will abruptly evaporate, leaving only the razor wire to tighten into and pull up through the contestant’s breasts, until severed breasts and breastless contestant drop separately but simultaneously to the floor, Diana.”

Bill then chortled, “Every girl whose feet comes off that balance beam will hang by her moneymakers for about two minutes, before her balloons get fully popped and her breast bacon becomes food resources to be sent to my kitchen. I’ve already admitted that I yearn to see your wondrous breasts sent to my kitchen, Diana, but I DO hope you have a lot of fun playing this new game first, and will be perfectly fine if my yearning hasn’t ended when we run out of noose modules. I have fifty spare modules, including that one, so, if no one else plays the game as Bacon Risker and you have a good night, you could send fifty-two would be Bacon Poachers home breastless at the end of the night. I can’t guarantee you’ll get that chance though, I’m requiring that anyone playing Bacon Risker takes a ten minute break between bouts, to allow her purpling breasts, due to the cinched nooses, to regain their color and avoid their becoming numb. A girl should have fully sensitive breasts when her balloons get popped! OH! And do remember to put on at least your shorts before you step out of the combat area. I will have to see you on Jessica’s back if you forget that important step and some customer pays me the price of a fillet!”

“I will not forget this important step, Bill Jennings,” Princess Diana replied chuckling happily. “Now, that is enough of this talk about jousting and debreasting, my new friend. When may I begin sending the fallen fruit of foolish Bacon Poachers to your kitchen by ending talking and beginning jousting?”

“Soon, Diana, but not quite yet,” Bill replied chuckling happily. Then he nodded to some newcomers, three shapely blondes, all sporting perfect C-cups and having a remarkable resemblance to each other, in turn, “These girls, Tricia, Tina, and Jill, will be the ‘Balance Beam Joust’ game attendants. Tricia, you and your sisters need to be nude in the combat area, and I want you to remind any successful contestants, as well as each other, to get dressed before reentering the main floor of the nightclub, so neither they nor you three end up on Jessica’s back.”

“Not a problem, Mr. Jennings, in terms of both nudeness and remembering,” Tricia, the oldest of the three sisters, replied. “Thank you for giving the three of us tryouts as potential Final Fantasy waitresses, Sir! Miss Diana, I heard the end of the discussion here, and did the math. If you were allowed to joust without breaks and dislodged three pairs of Bacon Poachers every ten-minute round, we would run out of equipment well before the mid-evening lottery. The ten-minute breaks, if you end up being the only Breast Risker, are a good thing, in terms of me and my sisters’ job security. However, the statistical odds of one contestant keeping her footing on the balance beam through fifty-two challengers is miniscule. If I were a betting girl, I would bet my C-cups that I’ll see your DD-cups hit the floor before the supply of debreasting modules has been exhausted…no offense intended, Miss! We should have the game ready to go in ten or fifteen minutes.”

“Well, Tricia, I am a betting man,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle, “but my instincts tell me the same thing your math does, so I’ll not take that bet hoping to see your nice C-cups dangling downward before a bend-over bar. If there are no further questions, Diana, why don’t we retake our seats at our table before our drinks get lonely.”

As the tourists from the 21^st Century turned to follow the nightclub owner’s suggestion, Tricia quipped in a whispered voice, “Hello there C-cups with the auburn hair. You may not have met us before, but we’ve met both your identical sisters, who, strangely, both said to call them Janet. How might we address you, Miss?

“Oh, you can call me Janet as well, Tricia,” Janet said giggling. “Coming from a family of Janet’s was due to my dad’s memory problems. This way he could easily remember everyone’s name. I’m glad you girls seem to be under consideration for Final Fantasy waitress positions. You’re here so much as it is, you may as well begin getting paid for it. What else is new and exciting in your lives?”

Tricia burst into laughter and quipped, “You are not going to tell me that two of those girls sitting at your table are also identical triplets of girls debreasted here during two previous weekend nights and that the smaller of the raven-haired girls is the identical twin of a girl that was debreasted last Saturday night as well, are you, Janet number three? As a statistician, I would find having three girls with identical triplets sitting at the same table with a girl having an identical twin highly improbable. Never mind…I’ll never solve that conundrum.”

Tricia winked at Janet, and said, “Thanks for putting in a good word for us regarding work here, Janet. Running this jousting game IS going to be exciting. However, as far as excitement outside of work goes, we know about an illegal foxhunt that is being planned. We’re considering letting ourselves get kidnapped into the game. If you think playing hide and seek, where the stakes for not hiding well enough are hanging or hand spitting, would be fun, check with me during one of the breaks between bouts, and I’ll let you know when and where the men will be kidnapping girls from so that they can force them to become sows in their foxhunt.”

“Well, you’ve got me and my friends pegged, Tricia,” Janet said chuckling happily. “We are definitely fun-loving girls, and I think we just might be in the mood to participate in a foxhunt. So, I will check with you during one of the next breaks. I need to get back to my table now, though. Work hard and make me proud!” Janet hurried back to her seat at the reserved table.

“Look, Wanda,” Dinah hissed excitedly as she nodded toward the Game room door just as Janet regained her chair, “a couple of the patrons are about ready to take debreasting booths. It looks like I’ll finally get a chance to pop a set of balloons and join your debreasting club. For a minute, I thought I was going to ask her to take a booth…when the boys are done playing with potential food.”

Wanda glanced from the two girls, both brunettes sporting swooping C-cups under evening dresses, entering the Game room, to the nude brunette waitress carrying perfect brownish-pink-tipped DD-cups having the quality of her hairless fillet assessed by the two heroes as Cheryl stood behind her smiling, and then out to the dance floor where two men dressed in business suits stood. Wanda said softly, shaking her head at Dinah, “The women in fancy dress are papered women, Dinah. You’ll want to stay away from them!”

“Yes, I knew those two were rich bitches…papered women as you call them,” Dinah said softly, “which is all the more reason for a working-class girl like me, who makes her living running a florist shop, to send one of them home titless. If they play the game and take a debreasting both, why can’t I hit one of the rich bitches’ debreast buttons?”

“Because those men are out on the dance floor to see to it that no one endangers their women’s breasts, Dinah,” Wanda replied giggling softly. “If you, or any other girl, are perceived to be a danger to their wives as they cop a free orgasmatron-beam-induced climax, they will end the danger by having you, or any other girl, on Jessica’s back. I don’t want you killed and eaten, Dinah. Stay away from the papered women!”

“Wanda is giving you good advice, Dinah,” Sue said softly. “The last time we were here, I shared a booth stint with the wife of one of this City’s men. When his wife’s breasts ALMOST got poached while he was busy popping my balloons and turning them into a late-night snack, he sent the girl who nearly got past him to hit his wife’s debreast button to the back of the room for a ride on Jessica and then out to the barbecue pits to die roasting over hot coals. Even if you have some desire to make the upper class pay for your working-class woes, Dinah, it’s not worth risking your life to fulfill it!”

“I’ll chip in to this conversation momentarily, Dinah,” Bill said chuckling as the potential menu-item waitress from the second shift hurried away with relief on her face after the heroes had finished their tactile inspection of her fillet and thanked her for her patience. “But first I wanted to hear these men’s assessment of Sandy’s fillet.”

Oliver nodded to Hank who replied, “Sandy’s not packing as much meat down there as Kaori, Bill, and her delicate flesh remained quite dry during our inspection, so she likely won’t climax while she’s being spitted, causing her meat to get…juiced…didn’t you say. It’s a shame Cheryl, here, got promoted, as I’m sure she would have provided a nice fresh fillet for one of us men tonight!”

“Thank you for such a nice compliment, Dr. Pym,” Cheryl said laughing as she passed two heart-shaped pieces of clear plastic to Bill Jennings, followed by a pen-like tool and a thin rectangular box. “I’m sorry my boss, with Wanda’s help, cheated you out of the opportunity to see me spitted, presumably after tenderizing my fillet with one, or both, of you men’s penises. Don’t worry though, Sir, we have a half-dozen very appetizing fresh fillets here tonight, being carried between our Grade-A waitresses’ legs. I anticipated you would want Zatanna’s Zatanna retrieved from where she left it in the dairy, Mr. Jennings.”

“You are amazing, Cheryl, in the way you seem to be able to read my mind,” Bill Jennings replied chuckling jovially as he placed the box beside the plastic hearts. “Hang around a bit, and maybe I’ll have you haul this memorabilia back to my office. It’s too bad that you can’t read these men’s minds as well! They ARE interested in sex, as well as food, and in an attempt to avoid paying one or more pensions to waitresses’ families, I didn’t mention the tenderizing of the sow’s orifices that commonly accompanies her conversion to meat on Jessica’s back as I tried to get them to settle for stock fillets. Oh well! What’s done is done, and, as busy as this night is going to be, I won’t be surprised if we run out of stock fillets anyhow. Now, before we deal with the keepsakes, back to Dinah, and her wish to harvest papered breast bacon.”

Bill nodded to the breasts that had just been thrust through the debreasting portals at booths 1 and 2, and said with a serious look on his face, “You’d best do as Wanda and Sue suggested, Dinah, if you see men follow their wives or dates to the Game room door, or to the dance floor, as those men did. However, surprisingly frequently, my male patrons will sometimes allow or require their arm candy to place their moneymakers in very real danger. If you see a papered girl enter the Game room while their man remains sitting at their table, it would be fairly safe for you to confiscate the girl’s bacon if you fancy it. Additionally, my clientele also includes papered women seeking the thrill of vulnerability without their husbands knowing about it, although most of those girls will avoid wearing clothes like evening dresses that make them conspicuous. Many city girls feel the same as you do, Dinah, when it comes to wanting to see the more fortunate members of their gender get their comeuppance.”

“Actually, I was going to ask you folks at this table to do me some favors tonight, should the opportunities arise,” Bill Jennings chortled, his face glowing with excitement. “You may not have noticed yet, but tonight there are three other reserved tables. There is a big one near the main entrance, where the boys’ and girls’ gymnastics teams from Metropolitan University will be sitting along with their cheerleading squad. Did you hear? The Dragons won a rare double Tournament Championship in the gymnastic team finals last night.”

Bill smiled and nodded his head towards the empty table just in front of the ‘Bacon Risker’ box, as he announced. “The male gymnastics team’s coaches, Taft and Sacrino, will be at that table a little later, once they are done bedding the ladies they will be bringing with them tonight to Final Fantasy. Those ladies will be papered wives, but not Coach Taft’s, and Assistant Coach Sacrino isn’t married. While it’s not publically known, those guys really love it when the girls they’re cheating with go home to their husbands breastless. Help the coaches out if it tickles your fancy. Having Coach Taft feeling like he owes you one is a never a bad idea, especially when a slightly marbled fillet which he rather fancies is being carried by one of the girls at your table. I’ll be spending some time with the coaches, talking to Coach Taft about our planned visit to Club X tomorrow night.”

“My date for tomorrow night will be sitting at the other empty nearby table, beside the dance floor next row of tables back, escorted by her married sister and one or two of her sister’s, likely papered, friends,” Bill Jennings chortled as he beamed with pride and excitement. “The double Tournament Championships necessitated a change in plans, so my date is that brown-eyed blonde with the perfect D-cups, Barbara, you girls saw at the dairy Wednesday. She graduated from high school today! It turns out she had some extra credits built up. I told her dad I would forego her dowry and give her papered status if I could take her as a guest to Club X first. I’d like to see her reaction to her tablemates being debreasted if I can get them to do booth stints. You would be doing me a favor, Dinah, by putting one of those papered rich bitches, as you call them, in their place.”

“Now, back to the business at hand,” Bill quipped as he noted the perplexed looks on the faces of Wanda, Sue, and Janet, “before one of you starts giving me cradle-robbing lectures. Could you sign this using your nom de guerre, Wanda?” Bill handed the big-breasted Avenger a little heart-shaped transparent plastic disk and a diamond-tipped engraving pen.

Wanda grinned as she saw the brownish-pink nipples imbedded below the heart crests and pinkish clitoris imbedded near the heart tip, and chided as she signed, ‘Scarlet Witch’ across the center of the heart, “A lovely piece of memorabilia, Bill, to remind you of the day you nearly killed me by forcing a long-drop hanging on me! Will you have such a souvenir made of Barbara’s sexy bits after you see to it that she is killed in one of the death games at Club X, or are you going to go easy on her, and bring her home as your young trophy wife?”

Bill Jennings burst into laughter before replying, “Don’t be jealous, Wanda! It’s not like you’re ever going to become a permanent resident here. Barbara’s fate depends on chance, as I most certainly will enter her into at least one death game plus the mandatory darts tournament and lottery, as well as how well we get along, tonight as well as tomorrow night. If she isn’t my type, I’ll enjoy taking her young body in the initial club social and then offer her as a potential sow in every event as we spend the entire night at Club X. If she’s still with me the next afternoon, I’ll honor my agreement with her father…she will make rather nice arm candy regardless of any emotional attachment I may or may not have for her.”

As Wanda shrugged and pushed her plastic-imbedded tips and the engraving pen back to him, Bill pushed the other transparent plastic heart and the pen towards Sue, saying, “Could I get your autograph as well, your nom de guerre please, if you don’t despise me for taking a chance with Barbara, Sue?”

“Sure, Bill, no problem,” Sue said softly as she took the plastic heart with pinkish nipples and clitoris positioned in the same way as Wanda’s had been, “this is a fun reminder of my booth game with Charles. If Barbara becomes your wife, Bill, she will be a lucky girl with a likely long and wonderful life of luxury.” Sue quickly signed ‘Invisible Woman’ across the center of the plastic.

“By my calculations,” Janet interjected acerbically, “if Bill doesn’t like Barbara, and they spend the entire night, she has about a fifty percent chance of waking up the next morning. However, I heard Cheryl say the guests are kept caged in case they are needed as live roasters the next day. You have enough influence with Club X to make sure she does ride a Jessica, supplied by you, don’t you Bill, if you aren’t in the mood for a permanent bedmate and wife younger than some of your daughters?”

“Yes, Janet, you know me well,” Bill replied chuckling as he took the plastic souvenir back from Sue. He pulled the thin rectangular box open and exclaimed, “Oh…that’s what took you so long, Cheryl. Good thinking, girl! This way the bloodstains will be preserved for posterity!” He pushed the plastic-coated hoop knife and engraving pen toward Zatanna, and quipped, “Could you be a dear and autograph one side of your castratrix tool, Zatanna, and then pass it to your victim, and let him sign the other side with his nom de guerre. Don’t worry, Zatanna, I still plan on having you girls tell me about the kickoff for this night’s revelry, and don’t worry, Oliver and Hank, I’m going to wait for everyone to have a few more drinks before I force you to hear about it!”

Bill chuckled loudly as first a beaming Zatanna proudly scribed ‘Zatanna’ into one side of the plastic-coated hoop, and then a red-faced Oliver scratched, ‘Green Arrow’ into the other, as the bearded archer grumbled, “I still think you girls had too much fun, and deserve good spankings. Well, most of you anyhow. Sue and Diana showed proper restraint. Here you go, Bill,” Oliver said as he pushed the hoop blade back across the table, “do enjoy your growing collection of heroine relics!”

“Oh, I will, Oliver,” Bill Jennings replied laughing heartily. “As a matter-of-fact, I’m going to put these away right now. Be right back, folks!” Bill quickly stood and rushed through the Game room door.

“Wanda,” Cheryl said softly as she watched the Game room door close, “I want Barbara’s balloons popped if she takes a booth tonight! I don’t want us risking our lives a month from now at Club X if there is no chance of getting papers via marriage to Bill. I do want the whole fairytale, and I believe if I live through that night and become pregnant, with Bill now planning on pairing with me, presumably making his seed the first sperm with a chance to fertilize my eggs, he might just give me that fairytale. Will you help me?”

Janet watched as Wanda struggled for an answer, possibly hesitating because she was being asked to harm such a young girl, and interjected, “Cheryl, if that Grade A jailbait, Barbara, takes a booth, someone here at this table will be in a race with the rest of the patrons to poach her tender bacon. You can count on that! I love your sports bra by the way!” Janet watched Cheryl flash an ear-to-ear grin as the table admired her black top with the words ‘Final Fantasy’ splashed across its front, one word on each big cup, before the blonde hurried into the kitchen.

Chapter 8. Dinah Does Debbie

Several minutes passed before Bill Jennings returned from the Game room. During those minutes, the nightclub had continued to fill with clientele, and among those new patrons were young Barbara and three other stunning beauties, one of whom was a brown-eyed, D-cupped blonde who clearly resembled Bill’s date-to-be. The four girls took four of the five chairs at the other table adjacent to the dance floor. Bill, upon returning, scooped up his half empty glass and said, “I’ll check in from time to time, boys and girls, but as requested, I’ll leave this table to be yours, not mine, and not subject to my Club X-member customs when the nightly lottery rolls around.” The nightclub owner quickly joined Barbara and her pretty tablemates.

“What does Club X membership have to do with the nightly lottery here at Final Fantasy, Janet?” Hank asked softly, wearing a sheepish grin on his face.

“Club X members like to gamble with their female tablemates’ lives, Hank,” Wanda interjected softly. “While I love Bill Jennings a lot, I would just as soon see him sitting over there until after the lottery. I’m afraid we rudely made the seating arrangement part of our agreement to see the inside of his dairy Wednesday.”

“Look, Janet,” Dinah urged excitedly, drawing the other girls’ eyes away from the heroes as they struggled with their poker faces, “there are two more girls getting ready to enter the Game room. Now can I go wait on the dance floor to pop one of those two’s sets of balloons?”

“You could, yes, Dinah,” Janet replied giggling. “However, what’s your rush?”

“Huh?” Dinah asked with confusion on her face. “Well, I was thinking that the faster I get started, the more chests I can wreck while we’re here.” Dinah blushed badly as the other girls stared at her with various readily readable emotions on their faces. “Errrr…am I having a blonde moment and missing something?”

“As the other blonde at the table, female blonde at least, let me answer that, Janet,” Sue said softly with a smile on her face. “Dinah, we want you to have fun here, so go ahead and pop as many sets of girls’ balloons as you want to, so long as it’s not more than one set an hour and not one of ours. However, I think what Janet was asking is, why do you want to pop one of THOSE girls’ balloons? Which one’s breasts are you going to poach and why? The quality of the experience is more important than the quantity of it.” Sue nodded to the short, heavyset black girl with drooping C-cups standing beside the Game room door talking to the even shorter Oriental girl with swooping B-cups.

“Exactly, Sue,” Janet whispered, trying to stare out at the two sets of breasts hanging out of the debreasting portals with men guarding their debreast buttons. “This is very much a social game, Dinah. Is there something about either of those girls that leads you to want to spend time worshiping her breasts as you contemplate harvesting them and teasing her as you let her know she’s your potential balloon popping victim? While you’re converting a girl’s chest ornaments to bacon, you want to make sure the experience is memorable, and hopefully fun, for both players.”

“Additionally, boys and girls, it would be a good idea to treat the booth game like you would poker,” Zatanna chided softly. “If you show your winning hand before the bets are placed, the other players will fold before you collect their money…or wagered breasts in this case. Those two haven’t entered the Game room yet because they saw Dinah’s interest in their assets. You can play it two ways from this point, Dinah. You can ignore the door and stop giving the would be booth players a heads up that you’re interested, or you can walk over and dare the one carrying the pair you’re interested in converting into bacon to take a booth and wait to see if she’ll take the challenge.”

“That’s okay, Zatanna,” Dinah said softly and shrugged her shoulders. “I was being silly! I’ll wait for a prettier girl, or girl that interests me for some other reason. Then I’ll pop her balloons!” As the table laughed at their younger blonde cohort, the two girls before the Game room door quickly entered.

Meanwhile, Wanda had been eavesdropping on the conversation at the table Bill Jennings now sat at. Barbara was with her married sister, Debbie, and Debbie’s married friends Simone, a hot DD-cupped black girl, and Francheska, a diminutive but stunning Latino carrying B-cups. The sisters were both dressed in pink bicycle shorts and sports bras, Simone was wearing white dress shorts and a halter top, and Francheska wore yellow gym trunks and a matching tube top.

Bill and the girls had made their introductions, ordered drinks, and engaged in other pleasantries for a few moments. Then Bill asked the girls if they liked his establishment. When they gave Final Fantasy rave reviews, he asked if they had played the booth game before. Francheska said she had on several occasions, but both Debbie and Simone admitted they had not during their two previous visits with Francheska.

Wanda grinned, staring out to the debreasting booth portals just as the evidence that booths 4 and 5 had been filled pushed through to the kitchen side of the wall, as she heard Bill challenge the older girls to show Barbara how to really cut loose and party by playing a debreasting booth game. After extracting a promise from Bill not to hit her or her tablemates’ debreast buttons himself, Debbie had said she would give the game a try if every other girl at the table agreed to do so, AND if Bill would buy them all fillets. Although Francheska had quickly agreed to go through with the booth stint she already had planned, Debbie had, of course, expected Simone to chicken out on offering her overabundant assets for poaching. When Simone unexpectedly agreed to take the risk and do a booth stint in to celebrate Barbara’s likely betrothal, Debbie had been left shivering and pallid, waiting to see if her sister would be willing to risk her chance at papers.

Wanda’s grin grew even wider as she heard the younger sister’s response. Barbara pointed out she was going to be playing even riskier games the next night, and might as well take the smaller risk tonight, and show the man who might become her husband that she understood and supported his choice of livelihood. Trapped, Debbie had said she had heard that a lower percentage of offered donations were accepted early in the night compared to later in the evening, a fact which Francheska claimed to have heard as well and thought to be true based on her previous visits to Final Fantasy. Without assessing any other strategic elements, Debbie declared she would show her sister how to really get down and party, and would be the first to gamble her assets in a debreasting booth. Wanda heard Debbie stand and immediately head for the Game room door!”

Dinah, whose back was mostly to the table Bill sat at, hadn’t been listening to the conversation behind her, but did hear Debbie stand and immediately implemented Zatanna’s strategy by leaning to her left and pointing at the menu her boyfriend had been examining, and saying, “You know, stud o’ mine, if you and Hank settle for stock fillets instead of fresh harvested, you boys could buy us girls steaks. Just something for you to consider, Ollie…if none of the waitresses really take your fancy!” Black Canary tried to keep her eyes on the menu as Oliver Queen shrugged and she saw pink-clad Debbie pause before the Game room door to check to see if she had drawn anyone’s attention. Not seeing any eyes on her, the blonde quickly slipped through the Game room door.

As Zatanna watched Dinah’s face light up with excitement as her blonde teammate glanced surreptitiously through the Game room door as it closed behind the quickly stripping blonde beauty, she leaned her head close to her fellow Justice Leaguer’s ear and whispered, “The hunt is on, Black Canary. Make a beeline for the unisex bathroom and then circle around to stand out of sight by the wall near booth 1…the booth closest to us…but not close enough to make the men think you’re after their girls’ assets. Unless someone else looks to be moving in on your prey, seeing the new set of D-cups suddenly hanging out of the booth 3 portals, give her a minute to lock in her booth options. Then step forward and enjoy your booth game with her. GO!”

Dinah took a long pull from her Lactic Blaster before heading towards the corner of the room as Zatanna had suggested, when she turned back towards the dance floor, she glanced towards the table the her prey had came from—the three remaining girls seemed to be laughing, giving Bill Jennings their full attention as he talked animatedly. Soon Dinah was leaning against the wall next to the edge of the dance floor with a Jessica machine behind her. As the two men warily turned towards her, she mouthed, ‘booth 3’, and the men, who could hear the booth attendant, Jane, giving instructions, both turned back to give the girls on the other side of the booth walls they were standing before their undivided attention.

Dinah waited a good long minute after the new fruit had been pushed through the debreasting portals before she stepped past the men to stand before booth 3’s opaque window and announce while giggling happily, “Hi! I’m Dinah, what’s your name, Miss? What a lovely set of perfect pink-tipped D-cups to offer up for potential donation!”

“I’m Debbie…Debbie Samuelson…Dinah…uhm…please don’t accept my offered donations,” the soft sensual voice behind the booth wall replied with obvious trepidation. “This is my first time doing a booth stint. Doesn’t every girl deserve one free pass over an orgasmatron beam emitter before she has to pay the price of taking the risk?”

“I don’t know, Debbie,” Dinah replied wearing her friendliest smile, “I’ll have to check the rule book, but that free pass thing was never mentioned during my ‘debreasting booth 101’ short course. If you weren’t willing to have the lovely fruit you pushed through those debreasting portals harvested, what in the heck are you doing in that booth with your ripe melons out here up for grabs?”

“Being stupid…showing off for my little sister, Barbara…Barbara Wright,” Debbie replied in a cracking voice, the regret she was feeling more than evident. “I guess I wanted to show how brave I am, knowing how brave she is going to have to be tomorrow night. She’s being taken to a place called Club X, where they play death games. If she survives, she’ll marry a rich man, and receive the papered status that should vouchsafe her breasts…and life…and let her live in luxury.”

“Yeah…sounds nice…that rich girl’s life,” Dinah replied softly, amazed at how open Debbie was being with her. “If I had those papers…and I was from this…city…I’d not be here poaching the bacon off another girl’s chest so I could eat a sandwich made from her meat…or risking my own moneymakers later to pay for my drinks.”

“Surprisingly, Dinah, papers and money don’t make all the risk taking go away,” Debbie pointed out truthfully while giggling despite her apprehension. “A girl still has to let her meat feel the glow of the coals every once in a while to remind herself she’s still living free…and not just her husband’s arm bling. I taking it from what you just said, that you plan on doing me…and that you plan on offering your own balloons up for popping later tonight.”

“Yes, that’s right, I’m afraid Dinah’s going to do Debbie and then risk getting herself done later tonight,” Dinah said softly trying to gauge what Debbie was feeling from the sound of her voice and the jiggling of her D-cups. “Knowing that, do you still think you can be brave for your sister?”

“Y…y…yes, Dinah, I’ll have to be!” Debbie stuttered as she sobbed softly. “Does my sister…? Does Barbara…know…?”

Dinah glanced back to see that the girls with Bill were looking at her and the at-risk breasts before her, and asked, assuming it was a rhetorical question and that the girl in the booth was playing for sympathy, before answering her truthfully, “Can’t you see your friends for yourself, Debbie? Your tablemates are all watching with frowns of concern. They’ll assume I’m going to poach your bacon as soon as I start pleasuring your breasts. I’m going to start that breast pleasuring now, okay?”

“WAIT!” Debbie yelled desperately. “Wait, Dinah…tell me first…why me? You haven’t even…checked my…debreasting options! Why me?”

“Mostly, Debbie, I was tired of waiting for my chance to pop my first…perhaps only…set of breast balloons,” Dinah replied with a chuckle. “The fact that your breasts are…the fact that you are…very lovely…really is an added bonus. The fact that you’re rich and papered makes you irresistible to a working-class girl like me.”

Dinah quickly lowered her head down to Debbie’s left nipple as she gently lifted the girl’s breasts with the palms of her hands, and suckled, trying to get the moan of despair that began as the papered girl heard the disappointing truth to become a moan of pleasure. She had almost succeeded when the timers in booths 1 and 2 reached the nine minute mark, and the occupants being guarded by the men began gasping in ecstasy.

“Dinah,” Debbie implored desperately, “I accept the fact that I’m about to be sent home to my husband breastless. Please…don’t hit my debreast button until booths 1 and 2 are empty. I don’t want to lose my boobies while other girls are sighing in orgasm. Let me experience that which a girl can only experience once…without unnecessary distraction.”

“Okay, Debbie,” Dinah replied as she pulled her mouth off of the now turgid left nipple. “Fine breasts like these deserve more than a minute of pleasuring before they get condemned to death anyhow. Do try to give me a sense of whether I’m doing well at breast pleasuring, won’t you? I’m going to suckle on the right nipple now!”

As Dinah lowered her head and pulled Debbie’s right nipple into her mouth, the girl immediately began issuing a low moan of pleasure. Dinah grinned and began gently tickling the bases of the girl’s large orbs with her upturned fingers, causing a rise in both the volume and the pitch of the moan.

Meanwhile, Dinah’s tablemates were watching their friend play the debreasting booth game with their usual excitement, despite the fact that they realized the girl in the booth’s own concerned tablemates were close by. Janet, of course, was bouncing on her seat as she stridently yelled, “I haven’t seen Dinah check the sow’s debreasting options! Why hasn’t she checked the computer menu on this side of the booth wall? As Bonita used to say, you can’t decide if you’re going to poach someone’s breast bacon if you don’t know what kind of fun you get to put her moneymakers through first!”

“Easy, Janet,” Wanda replied giggling at her teammate’s excitement, “I’m sure Dinah will check the debreasting booth options as soon as the sounds of climax coming out booths 1 and 2 come to an end. Besides, I’m surprised we were able to keep Dinah from giving a debreasting booth occupant her tender attention as long as we did. The sow in booth 3 just picked an unlucky time to play the game,” Wanda said at normal voice volume, but as clearly as possible, to cover for Bill and not give any of the other girls at the adjacent table cause to worry about their own upcoming booth games.

“Tell me, friend Sue,” Diana asked with confusion on her face, “why do Janet and Wanda slanderously call the pretty blonde in the center debreasting booth a female pig? Have they met this girl before and have ill feelings towards her?”

“No, Diana,” Sue replied softly without taking her eyes off of Dinah and the D-cups she was playing with, “it’s nothing like that. When a girl is put into a position where she is at risk of becoming meat, or partly meat in this case, she is said to have become a sow. If her entire body is converted to food, as these boys with us seem to plan on doing to a couple of waitresses later tonight, the girl who became a sow is said to be meat. With the debreasting booth game, when you take the booth you become a sow, and, if your offered donation is accepted, you leave the booth a breastless girl while your breasts become bacon to be carried to the kitchen. You’ll be a sow too, Diana, when you step into the clothes-free combat zone to play the ‘Balance Beam Joust’ game, with your own breasts at risk of being converted into bacon.”

As Zatanna watched Diana nod her understanding of Sue’s explanation, she chortled, “Hey, Ollie, can you believe it? Sue just told Diana she was going to be a pig, and didn’t get popped in the mouth for it!”

“Well, it seems wonders never cease today, Zatanna,” Oliver Queen replied chuckling. “Hey, Hank, what say we wander over to the dance floor so we can see what options the blonde’s chosen to get those D-cups wrecked with? Besides, I’m finding Janet’s hypertension to be distracting! Is she always like this?”

“Pretty much, Ollie,” Hank replied grinning. “Although she is being a little more intense than usual just now, my wife is passionate about life in general, but that can be a good thing, especially when sex is involved! Sure, let’s get a closer look at what’s happening to those lovely breasts.”

“Thanks for defending me, lover boy,” Janet interjected facetiously as the men stood from the table. “Do me, and the blonde in booth 3, a favor, one of you guys. Remind Dinah to tug on the girl’s breast tips just before the balloon popping begins. If a girl’s going to get her bacon harvested from her chest, she wants to make sure it all goes to the kitchen. Anything left in place is wasted meat!”

Dinah heard the chuckling men arrive behind her just as the staccato sighs of twin climax ended in booths 1 and 2, and the two sets of swooping C-cups were pulled from the debreasting portals while the two men moved to wait for their girls before the Game room door. “Hi guys!” Dinah chirped excitedly as she pinched Debbie’s nipples with thumbs and fingers. “Are you here to kibitz, or just to watch a canary skin a pair of kittens, Oliver?”

“We’re here to get a better view, sweetheart,” Oliver said chuckling. “Please do return your attention to your prey, and ignore our presence. You’re doing just fine on your own!”

“Yeah, Dinah,” Hank agreed laughing while wearing the persistent silly grin on his face, “it looks like you’re having fun. We were just wondering what method the girl has chosen to let you pop her balloons with, and Janet wanted us to remind you to pull as much of her bacon as possible onto the kitchen side of the debreasting portals when the time comes. She may have forgotten that you had plenty of experience pulling doomed meat into danger earlier today.”

Dinah giggled at the happy memory and then spat, “You guys be quiet back there, or go back to our table. Debbie deserves my full attention as we play our little game. The distractions are gone rich girl, so it is time for me to check your debreasting options, and for you to decide if you want to get the inevitable over with, or extend your time trapped in that booth for as long as possible.”

“Go back to suckling on my nipples, Dinah, and I’ll tell you the debreasting options I selected for myself, without you having to pause in your breast pleasuring to read them,” Debbie urged in a quivering voice. “Your men will tell you if I lie.” The blonde secured tightly into the bacon trap moaned softly as she felt Dinah’s warm mouth return to her turgid left breast tip, and then admitted, “If there really is no way I can talk you into sparing my breasts, I’ll want you to do me sooner rather than later, Dinah!”

Debbie moaned even louder as the warm mouth was moved to her erect right nipple, and in a quivering voice announced, “I selected circum-incision on medium-fast speed to have my donations accepted with, if I got unlucky in the booth game, which apparently I have, Dinah. I selected the ‘disallow nipple docking’ and ‘de-clit option no’ sub-options. So there you know! Please let me out of here whole, Dinah…or do me now. I’m tired of being afraid…I don’t want to keep wondering if my husband will be carting me right down to the government conversion facility…to have me live butchered into meat cuts.”

“You won’t be afraid much longer, Debbie,” Dinah replied softly, after pulling her mouth from the turgid nipples and resuming her tweaking of nipples and rubbing of breast undersides with her hands. “Before I make my final decision, and press your debreast button, Debbie, tell me about your husband. How old is he? Is he handsome? What does he do for a living? Are the two of you very rich? Why are you worried that he doesn’t love you enough to keep you with him…after I’ve popped your pretty balloons?”

“My husband is seventy-three years old, Dinah,” Debbie said softly in a quivering voice as her breasts reddened with the embarrassment she was feeling. “I’m his tenth wife. I guess Eric is handsome for his age. He’s a corporate lawyer, and a very successful one at that. You would be surprised how easily negotiations go, when the lawyer for the other side is a single girl, and there is a Jessica machine in the room. He keeps one of those in his office, and is said to use it frequently. He is very rich, and can easily get new eye candy if his current arm bling…me…gets her moneymakers busted. Love isn’t enough…these days…for a man like that…to live with anything…less than the best…or most beautiful. Pop my balloons…Dinah, and you ARE…sentencing me…to a…painful death!”

“How old are you, and how long have you been married to this…Eric…Debbie?” Dinah asked with a tinge of disgust evident in her voice as she talked to the girl she now considered to be a gold digger as well as a rich bitch.

“I’m twenty, Dinah,” Debbie choked out softly. “Isn’t that…too young…to be…debreasted…too young to receive a death sentence? And, like Barbara, my dowry was offered and accepted by Eric…when I graduated from high school…two years ago.”

“I’m twenty as well, Debbie,” Dinah said softly, “which means I know you’re old enough to have known what might happen to you before you entered that booth tonight. I’m told that the booth game is considered to be fun, even if a girl’s freely offered donations end up being accepted. I certainly hope that is true, because I’ve committed to do three booth stints tonight if I’m lucky enough to make it through the first two stints intact. I know I’ll likely join you in being flat-chested, Debbie, and do sincerely hope both of our men will continue to love us regardless of the fact that we are no longer quite so curvy as we were at the start of the night. I am going to pop your big balloons, Debbie. Will you try to enjoy the experience with me…while you try to be brave for your sister?”

“Y…y…yes, Dinah, I will…given no other choice,” Debbie stuttered as she sobbed softly again. “I’ll have to! If…you’ve made up…your mind…now…would be a…good time….”

Dinah Lance nodded and pressed the red debreast button below Debbie’s computer screen, and then pulled firmly outward on the turreted nipples which she grasped between thumb and forefingers to stretch the doomed breasts outward. In the background, she heard three gasps of disappointment through a louder background of noises that screamed of excited anticipation.

“YES!” Janet squealed jubilantly as she bounced on her chair while she stared out at the doomed breasts stretched out from booth 3’s debreasting portals. “Dinah’s done it! She’s hit the sow’s debreast button, and is about to join our debreasting club!”

Wanda blushed beet red as she realized how cruel her teammate’s behavior must seem to Barbara and her tablemates. She wanted to say something to the young girl to make her feel better about her sister’s fate. She didn’t! She couldn’t! Not while she was hoping that someone at her table would provide Barbara with the same fate as her sister this night! She COULD see Bill Jennings with another woman, even so soon after Marge’s death—maybe a 21^st Century heroine, like herself, or even her friend, Cheryl, but not the girl freshly graduated from high school.

As Hank finally noticed Janet’s gestures for him to come to their table, he quickly stepped over and hissed, “Circum-incision on medium-fast speed, with none of the sub-options! That IS what you wanted, isn’t it, Janet?” As his wife nodded with excitement filling her pretty face, Hank quipped, “I thought so! Now that you know how those perfect pink-tipped breasts are going to die, leave me in peace woman, or I’ll have you on Jessica’s back!” After exchanging grins with his wife, Hank stepped back to stand beside Oliver.

“Circum-incision?” Sue asked softly. “That is a new debreasting method isn’t it? I wonder how it works…never mind…that was blonde of me…we’re about to see. The balloon popping will be fairly fast…maybe a good thing in view of the fact young Barbara is watching her sister getting her bacon poached.”

“Look what I found tucked inside Oliver’s food menu,” Zatanna said chuckling gleefully, “a debreasting method menu with brief descriptions! Under ‘Circum-incision’ it says, ‘rapidly rotating diaphragm ring lined with saw teeth on razor-sharp inner edge slices around and into breast meat as diaphragm contracts inward’.”

“OH MY GOSH!” Janet squealed as she bounced on her chair. “What a fascinating way to get your puppies knocked off!”

Dinah was fascinated as well, but Debbie much less so, as the two very thin but wide metal rings attached to brackets at their three and nine o’clock positions were pushed slightly outward, from their housings around the edges of the debreasting portals by metal roads leading to the brackets, and against Debbie’s heaving chest. The two rings overlapped each other between the blonde’s doomed breasts.

At first Dinah could see only each ring’s inner edge. She couldn’t see the multitude of small, curved segments, making up the rings behind the booth wall and designed to contract while sliding past each other. However, she could see the inner perimeter lined with tiny but obviously sharp teeth, which began spinning rapidly causing the teeth to blur, evidently propelled by circular wheels pressing against the rings’ outer rims inside the brackets. Almost immediately, Dinah detected the diaphragm rings contracting; however she couldn’t see the four rods that were closing inward towards the rims of the debreasting portals, pushing the brackets on the outside of the wide disk-like rings inward, forcing the diaphragms to collapse inward around the bases of Debbie’s breasts.

“Take a deep breath, Debbie,” Dinah urged with the intense excitement she felt at the prospect of the removing the most obvious evidence of a girl’s femininity from the affluent woman behind the booth window evident in her voice, “your skin is about to feel the bite of the saw teeth where the top of your breasts join your chest. Let’s DO show your sister a brave face, and prove to her that this game, though more painful for one of us than the other, is fun for all. Then, I promise, I’ll do the same if, no, WHEN, my turn comes.”

Debbie let out a short, sharp shriek, filled with the obvious sense of helpless horror that she was feeling, and then choked the sound off as she struggled for composure, as she first felt an itch at the top of her breast, followed by wetness on her upper chest, and then the first searing sensation of pain. She gasped and bit her lip as she felt the itch spread sideways and then downwards along the margins of her tender orbs, fighting against giving into the pain the itch continually transformed into, and then moaned with pleasure as she suddenly realized the orgasmatron beam focused on her clitoris had come alive.

“That’s a good girl, Debbie,” Dinah exhorted softly while smiling as she stared at the slowly closing diaphragms and the leaking blood, far less of it than she expected to see, through the debreasting portals, “enjoy the pleasure being beamed into your sex. Try to steal a few climaxes during the short time it will take to fully pop your big balloons. Have the saw teeth touched skin under the drapes of your big D-cups yet?”

“Wha…Y…Ye…YES!” Debbie screamed. “J…ju…just…n… n…NOW! That means my…boobies are being…cut away from me…all around their bases…now…doesn’t it…Dinah?” As Debbie watched the blue-eyed blonde look up with fascination on her face and nod, she plunged into sexual climax, gasping and sighing as orgasmic pleasure pushed the never ending agony from her chest mostly out of her mind.

“I didn’t believe it when one of my friends told me another friend claimed these debreasting booths were the greatest invention that would ever come from the minds of human kind, Debbie,” Dinah chortled happily as she witnessed her game partner receiving her reward for playing a most dangerous game. “But hearing you sigh in ecstasy as I watch circles of saw teeth cut inward toward the cores of your breasts convinces me she was right. I can’t wait to be in one of those booths, instead of you, even if, like yourself, I get my balloons popped at the end of my first booth stint, my rich and privileged game partner. I can still hear the texture of pain mixed with your moans of pleasure, Debbie. Is the pain intense?”

“In…in…INTENSE?” Debbie stuttered in disbelief. “I’m in AGONY, Dinah! OhhHHH! OH GOD! I’m cumming again!”

“GOOD!” Dinah spat gleefully. “That you’re climaxing again…not that you’re hurting!”

“But…OH…GOD!” Debbie gasped struggling against the impossible. “It hurts SO badly! How much…longer…Dinah? How…much more…before…?”

“Before your balloons become fully popped, Debbie, and the moneymakers that gave you status in this society become bacon in my hands?” Dinah asked gloatingly as she watched the width of visible diaphragms thin as the rings collapsed into the base of the jiggling D-cups protruding through the debreasting portals before her, slowly closing to become small disk-like plates. Dinah used her grasps of turreted nipples to wiggle the big D-cups, causing the wounds around the bases of the breasts to open so she could judge their depth, and replied, “About ten seconds, Debbie, maybe five…time for one last climax, if you can manage it. I will say this, rich girl, your sister can be proud of the way you took your medicine and forfeited your offered donations!”

Dinah Lance giggled happily as the blonde behind the booth window plunged into one last, seemingly unending climax. Seconds later, the girl who was also known as Black Canary gasped with surprise as the weight of the D-cups suddenly pulled downward on her arms. The jubilant heroine hefted the big orbs upward by their pinched nipples to show them to booth’s occupant, who had just been freed of her booth restraints now that her booth stint was finished. As the girl inside booth 3 sobbed with despair while the booth attendant pulled her backwards out of the booth to bandage her wounds, Dinah turned and held the twin lumps of bacon out for her boyfriend, Oliver, to see.

“Nice game, Dinah, I’m jealous,” Oliver Queen chortled with an ear-to-ear grin on his face. “Now shouldn’t you get those melons to the kitchen counter and order sandwiches for our table?”

“Ollie’s right, Dinah, you did yourself proud!” Hank chipped in still wearing his silly grin. “He’s also right about the sandwiches. Make one vegetarian. Sue said she’s not eating meat unless it comes from tablemates!”

“YES!” Janet yelled in happy jubilation as she watched Dinah head towards the kitchen counter. “We’ve added another girl to our debreasting club. Now we can start taking booth stints of our own, hoping for free climaxes and to go home whole!”

Wanda Maximoff smiled with satisfaction as she observed, “Janet Van Dyne, cheering loudly as another girl’s breasts bite the dust. Some things never change. I, for one, think it’s great to be back at Final Fantasy.”

“You are wrong about one thing, Wanda,” Zatanna said at a barely audible level, “things are different this time. Our debreasting club is taking themselves seriously, and tonight we’ve drawn the first blood. We were the first table to hack off another girl’s breasts. Go ahead, Janet, take a booth just now, with that blonde’s tablemate’s sitting a few paces away. If you’ll sneak a quick peek at their faces, you’ll see the disappointment they feel at their sister or friend’s loss, and their displeasure at our behavior. I’m sorry for being the one giving the reality check, and am embarrassed that I didn’t see this coming when I sent Dinah out to play her game!”

To be continued.

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