Chapter 17. Heroes’ Welcome

“Do you mind if Zatanna and I join you, girls?” Sue whispered while she surreptitiously surveyed the tables around her to see if anyone was paying undo attention to her soon to be at-risk breasts. “I’m Sue. Like you girls, I assume, we think the audience has temporarily had their fill of balloon popping entertainment.”

“Yeah, well, we’re all going to hope we’re right about that, blondie, after watching the breasts shoved through the debreasting portals during the last half hour get decimated!” the short-haired fair-skinned redhead sporting huge double D’s in the center of the three-girl lineup replied with a grin on her face and laughter in her blue-eyes. “That said, welcome aboard!”

“Yes, we welcome your company, Sue and Zatanna,” the brown-eyed double-D-cupped brunette beside the redhead agreed with a friendly smile on her face as her shoulder-length locks bounced while she nodded. “Zvetlina and I tried to convince our entire table to join us in this booth stint…hoping that the current fad for harvesting smaller breasts for culinary use would provide added protection for our larger breasts if we’re wrong about the breast poaching frenzy being over…but only Liling, here, had the courage to join us.”

“Indeed, welcome, Sue and Zatanna,” the petite, long-haired oriental girl with perky B-cups added with a friendly smile on her face. “I believe my well-endowed tablemates, Julie and Zvetlina, are right about the room being satiated with breast harvesting fun. I also believe they are wrong about smaller breasts being in greater danger than larger breasts. Girls do enjoy showing off large trophies as they carry their kills to the kitchen. However, if I’m wrong, and someone sitting out there is hungry for Chinese food…so be it!”

“So be it, indeed, Liling!” Zvetlina chortled as she grinned wickedly. “Why don’t you three go ahead and enter the Game room and grab a debreasting booth. Julie and I will join you momentarily.”

“Hang on a minute!” Zatanna spat suspiciously. “Is this a con, and you girls are really bacon hunters trying to trick us into offering up our breasts as sandwich meat?”

Julie laughed softly as she smiled at Zatanna, before replying, “You are a bright girl, Zatanna, as it pays to be aware of possible trickery these days when it comes to the debreasting booth game. However, in this instance, you are wrong. Zvetlina and I are looking for sexual ecstasy not food. Tell her, Liling!”

“It is true, Zatanna,” Liling said softly. “While Julie and Zvetlina are trying to be clever when they urge us to enter the Game room before them, it is not because they wish to harvest our bacon. They foolishly think any would-be bacon hunters will be attracted to the girls with the least time on their timers first, forgetting that they will be alone in the debreasting booths when we girls finish our own stints. Come, let us take our booths, leaving the more dangerous booths 3 and 1 for my big-breasted tablemates to fill.”

“Come on, Zatanna,” Sue urged softly as she held open the Game room door and watched Liling walk through it, “let’s get the long and dangerous night ahead of us started. Chances are…someone’s going to pop our balloons…much to our tablemates’ delight…before the evening is done. If these three girls are tricking us…so be it. If not, Zvetlina and Julie, you had best pay heed to your Chinese friend’s warning about being stuck in the bacon traps after we’ve been freed, and don’t wait too long to follow us into the Game room.”

“Okay, Sue,” Zatanna replied while chuckling nervously as she rushed through the Game room door, “let’s do this! If Liling is agreeable, let’s stick her in booth 2 between the booths her big-breasted tablemates will be filling if they’re not conning us. I’ll take booth 5, leaving you in booth 4, where I can really hear your pain if you’re wrong about all this! Windows two-way or one-way?”

“Two-way, Zatanna,” Sue replied inside the Game room as she joined the other two girls in stripping. “If you hear that pain you were speaking of, or I hear yours, we might as well let our tablemates and breast harvesters see it on or faces as well. Diana was right when she said it was only fitting for such pain to be witnessed. Besides, anyone scoping us out when we entered this room will be able to easily pick out our D-cups from Liling’s B-cups and Julie and Zvetlina’s double-D’s.”

“Okay, Sue, I’ll do it your way,” Zatanna agreed as she, now nude, followed Liling towards the debreasting booths leaving her bikini piled on the floor next to the Game room door. “Besides, the bacon hunters will be able to pick out your fair-skinned breasts from mine as well. There is no hiding who’s who during this booth stint. You got booth 2, Liling. My friend I want to kibitz with each other as one or the other of us…or both…get our melons hacked off our chests!”

Zatanna chuckled as the nervous looking Chinese girl nodded and entered booth 2, and the booth attendant, Jane, took a position behind her. The Justice Leaguer quickly made her way into booth 5 while Sue entered booth 4. The magic wielder confidently slid her upper torso forward along the narrow, leather-covered rectangle that protruded horizontally a little over three feet straight outward from the front of the booth on the left side of her body, and moved to the front of the booth. She waited patiently while the front of the booth floor lowered slightly to bring the bases of her breasts to an elevation even with the debreasting portals.

Now that the debreasting booth was ready for her to offer up her assets as food donations, Zatanna leaned forward while spreading her legs to push her thighs against the T-bars on either side of her. She held her elbows high as she used her hands to guide her D-cups through the twin portals and into the kitchen side of The Wall, before pressing her chest firmly against the portal rims. There were loud snapping sounds as the rectangle on the left side of her torso suddenly bent around her back and secured her upper torso firmly against the inner wall of the booth. Simultaneously, the horizontal straps at the top of the T-bars bent inwards to curve around her legs and secure her upper thighs, and then the vertical rods they protruded from tilted slightly to adjust her pelvis position until a thin white light centered directly on her clitoris.

A split second later, Zatanna heard Sue’s bacon trap snap closed, followed seconds later by Liling’s. The Justice Leaguer tested her booth restraints, and for the second time in her life realized that there was no way she could prevent her breasts from being harvested if someone on the kitchen side of her booth wall desired to do so. “Okay, I’m stuck in here waiting for someone to bring a pin to the balloon popping party,” Zatanna chuckled softly. “Let’s set our debreasting options, Sue, but please wait for my word to start your timer. If we’re both going to get out of this mess, let’s do it together. Errr…how are you going to get your melons harvested if we don’t get out of this mess, Sue?”

“I’ll wait and start my timer when you say to, Zatanna,” Sue replied, a little irritated that the raven-haired girl was trying to act as debreasting booth guru during this shared Game room experience, “but don’t you dare use the same debreasting options as I do. I’m pretty confident I’ll make it through this booth stint whole, but, if I don’t, my boobies are going to get double cut by the snippers. I’m ready. You?”

“Hang on, Sue,” Zatanna urged as she turned her attention to her own booth controls, “I was busy listening to your very adventurous debreasting option. I’m tempted to select broiler, just to spite our tablemates if I get unlucky,” she chortled jovially, “but I can’t make you smell that so close to the source. Okay, I’m going easy on myself this booth stint. I selected laser beam slicer from the bottom on dead slow for my breast reduction therapy. I’ll manage to climax just fine with that setting whether disaster strikes or not. As we agreed, I selected the two-way window transparency, and, naturally, none of those creepy sub-options. Are you ready, Sue?”

“Yes, Zatanna,” Sue replied softly while giggling nervously. “At least there is no one on the dance floor. And you ready, Liling? On three then?”

“You bet, Sue,” Liling agreed nervously. “Thank you for remembering me. I will get my bacon chopped up in the blenders if our luck runs out.”

“That sounds delightful, Liling,” Zatanna quipped facetiously. “Ready? One…two…THREE!” Zatanna quickly pressed, ‘Start Timer’ and trusted that Sue did the same. Now, the Justice Leaguer hoped for a boring, uneventful ten-minute booth stint to pass inexorably slowly while she waited for release from the bacon trap. The magic wielder couldn’t help wonder if she would think the pleasure of castrating Green Arrow would make this trip to the future worth it if…more likely when…she got herself painfully debreasted for the second time in one week.

“Zatanna is in booth 5 and Sue is in booth 4,” Janet announced excitedly as she pointed towards the debreasting booths, “and they’ve maintained our tradition of two-way window transparency. I’ll bet our friends are feeling pretty comfortable as they stare out at a dance floor devoid of bacon hunters while those two big-breasted girls finally enter the Game room to fill the final two booths. Quick, boys! Use your stock fillet money to bribe someone into popping our tablemates’ big balloons!”

“Don’t you guys even think about it!” Wanda spat with obvious irritation as she glared at her grinning teammate. “What’s the matter, Janet? Don’t you want to be the first girl debreasted tonight. That’s what you wanted on our first visit to Final Fantasy! Why not now?”

“Because I want to enjoy my debreasting without having to worry about doing a striptease for the Justice League or Fantastic Four some night soon afterwards,” Janet Van Dyne chortled loudly. “I’m not worried about, Dinah. I believe her when she says she wants to get her puppies ruined tonight. However, both of those girls presently in debreasting booths want to win all three booth games they’ve agreed to play tonight very badly. Do you want to dance nude before other heroes and heroines as a penalty for their making it home breasted, Wanda?”

“No…of course not, Janet,” Wanda admitted while blushing badly. “However, we will just have to grin and bear it, or bare it rather, if that happens…won’t we, Janet. If those girls lose and get their balloons popped…that losing should come without interference from their friends. No bribing other nightclub clientele into poaching tablemates’ breasts, guys!”

“I wouldn’t worry about that happening…just now at least…Wanda,” Hank Pym announced with obvious excitement on his face. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Cheryl is headed this way with two naked girls in tow. I’m assuming that Oliver and I get to assess some more potential food! Isn’t that right, Bill?” Hank grinned from-ear-to-ear at the nightclub owner as he retook his seat at the larger reserved table while nodding to the scientist.

Oliver Queen laughed as he watched a frown form on Wanda’s face, and dryly pointed out, “We’re just going with the flow of this place and exercising our male privileges as we decide how to spend the money we earned by enticing Diana to join your girls’ night out, Wanda. Don’t you dare fault me and Hank for enjoying ourselves as we take advantage of our situation. You girls were the ones enjoying yourselves at the beginning of this evening!”

“Wanda knows that, Ollie,” Dinah interjected with a happy giggle, “and I’m sure she doesn’t plan on interfering with your dinner plans. You shouldn’t be peeved at her. All she did was demonstrate a castration tool while making sure that we girls didn’t use it to damage your packages prematurely…as I wanted to do…stud-of-mine. Don’t be angry with Wanda, Sue, and Diana for the price you had to pay to get here.”

“Good, advice, Dinah,” Bill Jennings chortled softly as Cheryl paused in her journey towards them to place a reserved sign on the table he had just vacated. “I’m here to hear about that price, boys, but not until you’ve inspected my waitresses’ fillets. Until then, change the subject.”

Both heroes nodded and smiled as Cheryl stepped behind them and pushed the two nude waitresses forward to stand on either side of them, forcing the men to turn sideways in their chairs so that their backs were to each other. “This is Darlene, Hank,” Cheryl said softly as she nodded to the lovely blue-eyed blonde with shoulder length hair and perfect pinkish-tipped D-cups standing beside him with her feet shoulder width apart and her hands behind her back. “And this is Charlie, Oliver,” Cheryl continued as she nodded to the ravishingly beautiful hazel-eyed brunette with hair that ran all the way down to her butt and perfect brownish-pink-tipped C-cups who had assumed the same position. Like all Final Fantasy waitresses, both girls sported clean-shaven fillets.

Cheryl gave each waitress a pleasant smile before turning back to the heroes and explaining, “These girls, grade-A meat like all of our waitresses, have been told to allow you men to inspect their fillets. They’ve also been told why…that one or both of them may be getting their fillets speared on Jessica’s back sometime this evening. You gentlemen may take your time inspecting each girl’s assets. We are all well aware that this is an important decision for you to men make. If you both finish with your respective waitress before I return, go ahead and have the girls change places. Wanda, may I speak with you over by the kitchen?” Cheryl quickly walked away with a serious look on her face.

Wanda watched as Cheryl took a position behind the food-ordering station with her arms folded and displeasure written on her lovely face. “Well, I think most of us can guess what this is all about,” the big-breasted Avenger admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. She glanced at the two men methodically inspecting the two waitresses’ vulvas and spat, “Don’t let those boys play with their potential food any longer than you have to, Bill. If word of this gets out, you could find it more difficult to get good help around here!” Wanda stood and marched purposefully toward the kitchen and an unpleasant argument in the making.

“God damn you, Wanda,” Cheryl hissed with obvious anger after leading Wanda into the refrigerated meat locker and slamming the door closed, “I thought we had an understanding, you and I! I heard that teenaged tart, Barbara, agree to take a debreasting booth if you asked her to, and I saw those bacon hunters slobbering at the sight of her young bacon. How in the hell did you manage to let her leave here breasted? Now she could end up my boss’s wife, for Christ’s sake!”

“Listen to me, Cheryl,” Wanda whispered softly with sorrow filling her face, “and, keeping in mind exactly who and what I am, I need to ask you to trust me. Can you do that, despite the rage and jealousy that is presently filling your mind?”

“Trust you?” the green-eyed blonde spat acerbically back. “You can’t earn my trust by pairing the man I love with brown-eyed VEAL!”

“I didn’t pair the man WE love with anyone, Cheryl!” Wanda hissed back as she gave in to her own pent-up rage. “Must I remind you that Bill arranged tomorrow-night’s betrothal-interview on his own, and that he had most likely decided to do so the moment he met Barbara in the dairy?”

“We love…?” Cheryl asked stunned by both Wanda’s words and her anger. “What do you mean, Wanda? Are you hoping to marry Bill! Must I compete with you for Bill’s affections as well?”

“I’m not looking to marry anyone, Cheryl,” Wanda spat indignantly as she shivered at the sight of the dead long pigs hanging from the ceiling behind the blonde nightclub manager and the human body parts, mostly breasts, resting on the shelves lining the walls. “If any girl is going to replace Marge as Bill’s wife anytime soon…I would just as soon see that girl be you. However, I’ll be honest with you…and it surprises me to hear myself say this…for I think I just now decided it…you WILL have to SHARE Bill’s affections with me…at least until you manage to get him to marry you. I do hope to share sex with Bill…normal sex…not rapes or orgies. Don’t you dare ever tell him I said that! Hopefully, you won’t find my intentions too threatening. I’m just an occasional visitor here, and promise I will never become a permanent resident.”

“How can I feel threatened by YOUR intentions, Wanda,” Cheryl replied bitterly, “when Bill is conducting that betrothal-interview you mentioned with Barbara tomorrow night. Don’t you understand…if she survives the night…Bill has promised her parents he will give her papers…that means he’ll marry her! Then neither of us will have a chance for Bill’s affections!”

“I’m asking you again, Cheryl, to listen to me,” Wanda implored urgently. “I need you to trust what I say is true, knowing who and what I am! I’m asking you again…can you do that?”

Cheryl looked thoughtful for a long moment before replying, “I guess I’ll have to, Wanda. Still…I can’t see how anything you might say will stop me from being angry at you for not poaching Barbara’s bacon and ending her threat to me…or rather…to us…it seems.”

“Don’t ask me why, Cheryl,” Wanda replied softly with sorrow again filling her visage, “for I will not tell you…I must not tell you for your own well being…but trust me when assure you that Barbara Wright is no threat to either of us in any way. Forget that brown-eyed blonde ever came into our lives,” Wanda urged with pleading eyes. “I WOULD not force debreasting on that young girl because there WAS AND IS no benefit to either of us in inflicting that pain and loss upon her. Forget Barbara Wright, Cheryl, and never mention her to anyone ever again!”

“You had one of your prophetic visions, Wanda?” Cheryl asked with relief beginning to replace her anger. “Does Barbar…?”

“SILENCE!” Wanda Maximoff roared with rage in her gold-flecked blue eyes and her fists raised before the blonde’s face in anger. “You have been warned, Cheryl! You must never again mention that girl’s name. Must I threaten your life to get your attention?”

“OKAY…OKAY!” Cheryl screamed desperately as she instinctively covered her face. “I understand…and whatever I brought you in here to talk about is forgotten. Wanda…I DO trust what you just told me…because of who and what you are…and because you finally admitted to me something that I had seen in your eyes the very first night I met you. I’ve known all along, Wanda Maximoff, that you are in love with Bill Jennings. I’m the one that has been given comfort in the fact that you’re willing to share that love with me. Hmmmm…does that mean there will be threesomes in our future?”

“Perhaps, Cheryl,” Wanda replied in a quivering voice as she lowered and unclenched her hands, “for most anything is possible as our futures unfold. Mind you…I am not a girl’s girl…if you understand my meaning…but if Bill Jennings desires it…I could see myself in a ménage a trios with a most manipulative friend and a drop-dead gorgeous blonde.”

“Why thank you, Wanda,” Cheryl replied with a shy giggle while wearing a genuine blush. “We’re you surprised to find out I knew…how you felt about Bill?”

“That you knew how I felt about Bill…before I myself knew how I feel about Bill?” Wanda asked giggling with a sheepish grin on her face. “No…there was no surprise left in me once I had learned something about you that I never expected to be possible, Cheryl.”

“What was that, Wanda?” Cheryl asked with interest filling her green eyes. “What did you learn about me?”

“That you can swear like a 21^st Century drunken sailor, Cheryl,” Wanda chortled gleefully. “Who would have expected that any of you Final Fantasy waitresses had that in you? Come on…we better get back to my table. Hank Pym has likely still got his fingers up one of those waitress’s vaginas!” The two shivering girls laughed, hugged, and then exited the cold meat locker.

“That took long enough, Wanda,” Janet observed softly as the big-breasted Avenger retook her seat, “but at least Cheryl doesn’t look upset anymore. Did you girls get something off your chests?”

“Yes, Janet, we managed to clear up several misunderstandings, one of which I wasn’t truly aware of until our talk,” Wanda replied with an embarrassed giggle as she smiled at Bill Jennings. “I see the potential menu-item waitresses have already departed. Did you crack the whip, Bill?”

“I didn’t have to, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied with a twinkle in his eyes. “Both men were quite professional, although thorough, in their assessment of those girls’ fillets. We haven’t discussed their appraisal yet, though. I thought you might like to hear that.”

“If I must, Bill,” Wanda replied with a broad grin on her face as she looked at the six full glasses of Lactic Blaster before Diana. “I see Kaori is keeping up with Diana’s drinking game, and saw that the live roaster we observed squirming in the patio area had been brought into the kitchen from the barbecue pits while I was gone. I’ll ask two questions, and when those questions have been answered, I will be most interested in hearing these boys’ assessments of live fillets. How did our table react to the girl meat being carried in, Janet, and are you sure you’re not going to be too drunk, when you finish those glasses off, to continue playing your jousting game, Diana?”

“The sight of the roasted girl meat didn’t seem to bother anyone, Wanda,” Janet replied jovially. “The smell though…that had everyone except Diana scrutinizing the food menu again.”

“Yes, the smell was most enticing, friend Janet,” Diana chortled gleefully. “Worry not about me, friend Wanda, or my breasts, which are already almost back to their natural color. I hold my liquor well. I’ll not be too drunk to finish my jousting games, even if I finish the final game I play in breast suspension. There are but twelve more girls from that Phi Gamma Phi sorority to send toppling from the balance beam and breastlesss to the floor. I hope to manage that before the mid-evening lottery that Bill tells us is customarily held here at Final Fantasy. After that, Bill tells me that he has arranged for some very skilled jousters to test my mettle. I have enjoyed, and do certainly believe I will continue to enjoy, this action-filled girls’ night out you have given us, Wanda.”

“You’re most welcome, Princess,” Wanda Maximoff replied as politely as possible with a knowing look on her face. “I just hope you can continue to enjoy the evening if and when you lose that final bout. You do realize that Bill arranged for you to meet better jousters because he covets your mammoth breasts, don’t you, Diana?”

“Indeed I do, Wanda,” Diana acknowledged with a grin on her face. “And perhaps he covets more of me as well. He speaks of a girl who very much resembles you who wore some additional gear which placed her sexual center in jeopardy as she had temporary breast suspension forced upon her. We had just been discussing the possibility of my wearing such gear during that post-lottery joust, when you returned. I’m considering risking my all if Bill is willing to risk his testicles against my winning that joust.”

“Yeah, well good luck with that, Diana,” Wanda replied with a hearty laugh as she shook her head in disbelief while Bill grinned from ear-to-ear. “Here, in this city, testicles are more valued than diamonds, rubies, or emeralds of the same size…which means Bill’s big cojones are worth a fortune. Too many girls and not enough guys, you see. The best you can hope to wager a brutally extirpated clitoris against is the glans of his penis. However, you should know Bill isn’t going to bet even THAT against anything but a sure win. Stick with breasts endangered, Princess! Okay, boys, now you know why Bill wants to hear about the start of our evening. However, first, which waitress’s fillet is each of you presently coveting, realizing that there are still four waitresses that you haven’t yet stuck your fingers up?”

“I love the delicate way you phrased that question, Wanda,” Oliver Queen replied dryly as he took a sip from his half empty Lactic Blaster and then smiled at Kaori as she busily loaded empty glasses onto a tray. “You go first, Hank. I won’t be surprised if we have to flip for first choice!”

“Perhaps I should wait for our waitress to finish her work,” Hank Pym replied sheepishly, “but I guess I’ll go with the flow instead. Both Darlene and Charlie are carrying nice meaty fillets. Both are blessed with plenty of pink meat as well, although I thought Charlie’s inner labia were thicker than Darlene’s despite being a smaller girl. Darlene had the larger clitoris. Both girls got nice and moist as they had their prime cuts inspected, but neither moaned with Kaori’s eager passion. Individually, I would select Kaori’s fillet for my meal.”

Hank chuckled as Kaori looked prideful and embarrassed at the same time, and then urged, “Don’t fret about getting your fillet purchased yet, sweetie. If Oliver agrees, I’d like to make this a decision about pairs of waitresses, so that we can take our male privileges with the girls at the same time. Given that, Sandy and whoever her new potential menu-item partner is are safe, and Darlene and Charlie are the favorites for getting spitted until we check out the third shift and then Kaori’s new partner, the new head waitress. Didn’t Cheryl say that waitress’s name was Colleen?”

“Yes, she did, Hank,” Oliver Queen replied with a wry smile on his face. “Dead on with your assessment of fillets based on my limited experience, my man. Do you want Charlie or Darlene, if we don’t end up deciding to flip for Kaori’s fillet later after we’ve checked out Colleen?” Oliver laughed as Kaori hurried away with a smile on her blushing face and a tray full of empty glasses.

“I’m sure you want Charlie for her thicker pink meat, Ollie,” Hank replied with his patented silly grin. “I’ll take Darlene, who looks a lot like Sue. You can bet I’ll be reminding Sue of that fact if it’s Darlene’s fillet I end up munching on.”

“And having sex with,” Oliver pointed out with a grin on his face. “A deal, Hank, unless we end up changing our minds about waitress pairs. I’ll go with Charlie. We won’t be changing our minds about anything else, Bill. Now, what do you want to know about the start of our night?”

“Everything naturally, so start from the beginning,” Bill Jennings replied with a grin on his face. “However, I’m going to have your hear wife and girlfriend do the telling while you listen in embarrassment. Do clarify, boys, where their stories lack the appropriate insight…like the physical and mental pain you felt as you earned your right to be here tonight!”

“Jeese, Sue,” Zatanna grumbled loudly, “this has been the slowest handful of minutes I can ever remember spending. I never realized how uncomfortable these booths are…until now…when nothing at all is going on. Despite the danger, I think I would prefer bacon hunters’ hands on my melons as they contemplate plucking my fruit from my chest.”

“Not me, Zatanna,” Sue replied with a nervous giggle, “I prefer being bored to being terrified while I’m waiting for my pleasure-beam reward to begin with one minute of booth time left. I really want to go home breasted tonight! Say have you noticed the frowns and blushes on the boys’ faces since Wanda returned to our table?”

“Yeah, and the telltale grins on Janet and Dinah’s faces and the fascination on Bill’s, Sue,” Zatanna whispered softly with a chuckle. “Obviously, Bill is making the boys relive their conversions to eunuchs. Damn, I hope Dinah has the good sense to minimize my role in Ollie’s castration. I’m not too sure I like having the Green Arrow peeved at me!”

“So, Zatanna and I each held one of the testicles she had plucked out of his severed scrotum before Ollie’s face in our right hands and used the thumb grip Wanda taught us to pop his big severed baby makers while he watched with his penis stump dribbling what, save for alien technology, should have been his last cum ever,” Dinah finished the lightning fast retelling of the evening’s gruesome beginning. “Knowing we had that technology close at hand, I really enjoyed putting my boyfriend to the chop. I know it was a steep price for the boys to pay to get to come here, but I KNOW they’re going to think it was worth it when they watch some of us heroines getting debreasted, and spit those waitresses of yours, Bill.”

“Well, the girls did start TRYING to make up for our sacrifices as soon as we were men again, Bill,” Ollie replied dryly with a wry grin on his face. “We had an oral mini-orgy afterwards with Dinah and then Sue giving me head with Wanda acting as cum receptacle for my new seed, and Janet and then Diana performing fellatio on Hank and feeding his semen to Zatanna. The new packages worked fine, and I’m already horny again, but I sure as hell wouldn’t want to go through that again. To be sexually nullified sure is disheartening…not to mention painful. I sure wouldn’t wager my testicles in a bet with Diana if I were you…no matter how sure you are of winning!”

“As Wanda alluded to earlier, Oliver, I wouldn’t wager my reproductive ability under any circumstances,” Bill replied softly as he grinned at Diana. “It is my duty as a male to impregnate as many girls as possible before I die. Society needs all the meat it can get, and that means female babies that can be nurtured to adulthood and eventually harvested. We could probably get arrested for even discussing my possible castration…arrests that would lead to executions for the girls. However, despite our semi-professional cum receptacle’s doubts, I might be willing to risk shortening my equipment for a chance to see an Amazon Princess getting herself slowly nullified.”

“What you offer would not be an even wager, Bill Jennings, lest I consider alien equipment, and the possibilities that equipment likely offers me,” Wonder Woman replied with disdain on her face. “Given the dishonor your added equipment offers me as I joust with my femininity displayed and feeling the wind for the first time, I think I will follow Wanda’s advice and restrict my at-risk flesh to breasts alone.”

“Very well, Princess,” Bill replied softly with a friendly smile on his face. “Please understand, I meant no disrespect when I offered to add the additional danger to you and the girls you joust with, or when I considered the wager that you yourself had brought up in the first place. Besides, I already have a wager on the outcome of your post-lottery joust. I’ve bet the head coach of the girls’ gymnastics team a half-dozen or so stock fillets that you’ll win. She gets to lean over a bend-over bar and have her breasts sliced off one at a time if you do win, and I lose a small fortune in expensive meat cuts if you don’t.”

“What Bill says is true, Diana,” Wanda interjected with a giggle. “He has made that bet with the girls’ team coach, although he hasn’t mentioned that he has also arranged for her breasts to be sent to his kitchen if she does win that bet…after she enjoys eating that fillet with her team. Bill usually has contingency plans as he manipulates the people around him, and he is not being disrespectful of you or anyone else as he does so. Watch out, Princess! I won’t be surprised if he employs one of those contingency plans, and gets you to offer your clitoris up for harvesting before the night is done!”

As Wonder Woman opened her mouth to disavow that possibility, the nightclub slowly filled with applause that began at the main entrance and worked its way towards the reserved tables. “It’s Coaches Taft and Sacrino along with their dates,” Bill announced to the do-gooders’ table as he nodded towards a balding man, perhaps in his early 50s, and a dark-haired male, probably in his 30s. The two men were heading for the third reserved table next to the Balance Beam Joust game combat zone. They were with a well-stacked blonde in her early 20s, Coach Taft’s date, and a sultry redhead in her mid-20s, Assistant Coach Sacrino’s date—the two girls’ evening dresses marked them as papered women.

“Coach Taft’s arrival always means action around here, even when he isn’t the hero of the hour,” Bill Jennings informed the table with his respect for the man obvious on his face. “I better go say hello, and inform him that our night tomorrow at Club X is still a go. Have fun boys and girls! I probably won’t be back at this table again until the nightly lottery is over with.” Wanda and Janet both grinned, partly in relief, as the nightclub owner hurried away.

“OH CRAP!” Zatanna spat with the trepidation she felt obvious in her voice as she finally saw the reason for the sudden applause that filled the air in the overfull nightclub. “It’s Coach Taft! Jeese! If he sees us in here through our two-way booth windows, Sue, I bet both our chests get flattened!”

“Calm down, Zatanna,” Sue urged softly. “It’s your fillet that caught Coach’s fancy, and not your boobies. Besides, we only have a couple of minutes left before we finish this first booth stint. We have a good chance of leaving the Game room intact. If not…well we’ve been down that road before…and while disappointing…it won’t be the end of the world for either of us!”

“HEY!” Janet hissed as she watched Bill talking to Coach Taft and the hero of the day’s tablemates. “Bill just pointed out our table to the two coaches and their dates, and then pointed to Sue and Zatanna in the debreasting booths. Wanda, you don’t think…?”

“I’m afraid I do, Janet,” Wanda admitted as she watched the animated discussion between Bill Jennings and Coach Taft, and the looks of delight that filled the two papered girls’ faces. “It looks like Bill is arranging for the two coaches’ dates to fetch breast bacon sandwiches for their table to munch on!”

“Cool!” Oliver Queen quipped with a broad grin on his face. “It’s about time Hank and I got to see you girls pony up with body parts. How about it, big guy?”

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Ollie” Hank Pym chortled gleefully. “I can’t wait to see tablemates getting debreasted. Watching Sue’s balloons being deflated is going to be especially fun. If my wife wasn’t sitting with us, I might admit that I have the hots for that big-titted blonde!”

“It’s Zatanna that I want to see get spanked, Hank!” Oliver spat with obvious emotion. “She should never have used that hoop knife on me. She’ll pay…even if it means she’ll never share Dinah and my bed again.”

“Stop divulging secrets about our love life to my friends, Ollie,” Dinah urged as she blushed beet red, “or I’ll never be part of a threesome with you again. Besides, you shouldn’t be angry with Zatanna for what she did. It was my idea! I planned the whole thing out!”

“I think perhaps friend Oliver is more concerned with the doing than the planning, friend Dinah, when it comes to his recent castration,” Diana chortled jovially. “Friend Henry, why did you not offer to trade my services for Sue’s when we girls rewarded you boys for your sacrifices at evening’s start, if you have such desires for her?”

“Just because my husband has a hard on for one of my best friends, doesn’t mean he would even consider missing out on a royal blow job, Diana,” Janet Van Dyne quipped with a wicked grin on her face. “Besides, Hank told us after our last visit to Final Fantasy that fellatio was going to be his standard breast regeneration fee in the future…tonight not included in that scenario, naturally. As I don’t foresee our adventures here ending anytime soon, Hank will get a chance to feel Sue’s warm mouth on his member plenty of times…and I won’t even consider his doctor’s fee cheating on me!”

“While anything would be agreeable compared to being forced into performing lesbian sex for Hank’s viewing pleasure, Janet,” Wanda interjected while blushing badly, “I have entered into negotiations with your husband to get him to forgo oral servitude following our breast regenerations as well. Look the two coach’s dates are headed for the dance floor. Obviously, Sue and Zatanna are about to need Hank’s medical ministrations at the end of our girls’ night out!”

“OH SHIT…I was afraid this was going to happen!” Zatanna grumbled softly as she heard Sue’s gasp of disappointment and then felt her own breasts get lifted in the palms of the blonde papered girl’s hands. Zatanna managed a sheepish smile as she stared into the laughing hazel eyes of the lovely young long-haired girl in a black evening gown who had stepped before her booth window, and chuckled, “Damn! I guess my boredom is over! Are you going to take those breasts with you…when you’re done weighing them with your hands…Miss?”

“I do believe I will, you sassy girl,” the blonde replied jovially, “if only to see if it will break that spirit you seem to be so full of. What do you think, Carla? Shall we each carry a set of D-cups to the kitchen?”

“Sounds like a plan to me, Abby!” the sultry redhead with a pixie cut dressed in an emerald dress agreed gleefully as her blue eyes flashed with excitement while she weighed fair-skinned D-cups with her own hands. “We got here just in time, too. These girls start getting pleasure beams in twelve seconds. What say we give them exactly one minute of our best breast pleasuring, to make them regret the fact that they will never feel that form of pleasure ever again, and then give them a ten second countdown? Let’s ruin their ample bosoms with a split second left on their bacon trap timers, and let them regret their almost making it out of those booths whole! What do you think about that, my fair-haired prey?”

“Sounds like a plan to me as well, Carla,” Sue replied with a quivering voice as she struggled to keep her disappointment from filling her face. “I just hope you and your friend know how to make girls truly regret the impending loss of their attributes via proper breast massaging and nipple suckling. While it kind of blows that Zatanna and I are getting our balloons popped so early in the evening, it was bound to happen before night’s end!”

“Sorry, Sue, for making you share your debreasting with mine,” Zatanna said with genuine sorrow. “Abby, if you and your friend want to help us make proper donations to the Final Fantasy kitchen, you girls should start pleasuring the meat you’re about to eat. I guarantee that the physical stimulation that makes nipples and areolas swell, causes the bacon to taste sweeter!”

“Well, that’s a theory I never heard before, Zatanna,” Abby quipped gleefully as she tweaked and kneeded the dark-haired girl’s pinkish-brown nipples. “However, even if it’s wrong, the pleasure Carla and I give you girls’ breasts should add to a building anticipation of the agony you’re going to feel as the laser slowly slices off your breasts and the snipper slowly pinches off Sue’s. Let’s make them regret taking those booths, Carla.”

Sue Richards grew pallid as she felt the redhead’s warm, wet mouth suckling on her turgid right nipple, and then moaned softly as she felt pleasure begin to be beamed into her sex as her final minute of regulation booth time began. Despite her bitter disappointment at losing a game she had truly hoped to win, she wondered what it would feel like as the snipper began to work on her tender breasts. She knew that wonder would soon be answered as her booth time was extended for the duration of her slow debreasting, and regretted she would have to share that answer with another heroine so close by.

“Sue looks crestfallen!” Wanda Maximoff moaned with obvious concern in her voice as she stared out at the line of debreasting booths now with three occupants moaning in pleasure in the final minutes of their booth stints, two of which seemed to be destined to have their offered donations accepted for kitchen use. “I can’t believe Bill sent those papered girls out to pop her and Zatanna’s balloons after he heard me warn the boys not to do something similar! Sometimes I don’t think he’s our friend at all!”

“Wake up and smell the roses, Wanda!” Janet spat with obvious emotion. “Bill has never put our interests before his own from the day we met him. In fact, he has used us to benefit himself in every way imaginable. He probably overheard us talking about playing the booth game to win, and selfishly wants to make sure each of those girls makes donations to the kitchen and contributes to Final Fantasy’s profit margin tonight despite their own desires.”

“I can’t bring myself to believe that, Janet,” Wanda replied softly with a quiver in her voice and disappointment on her face. “I mean, I know everything you said does seem to be true, but that’s just Bill and his 41^st Century upbringing. For a man in this society, I think Bill goes out of his way to treat girls fairly within this culture’s laws and traditions. He even seems to see the need for some changes to those laws and traditions. I think he is our friend, although an imperfect one. Frankly, in the days to come we’re going to be forced to depend on his friendship. However, you’re right about his penchant for using us girls for his own gain, Janet. Let’s all be careful not to put him in a position where he can justify making us meat!”

“Isn’t that some advice you yourself have chosen to ignore, Wanda?” Oliver Queen asked dryly with disdain written on his face. “I seems to me that, less than an hour ago, you agreed to let Bill and one of his friends risk you and Cheryl’s lives in death games a few weeks from now. From what you’ve told us, and based on what I’ve seen and heard since we arrived at Final Fantasy, your meat isn’t going to end up wasted if you get yourself killed, and Bill’s not going to let the fact that he enjoys your company ruin his fun as he watches you become a death game loser.”

“Zatanna seems to be enjoying her breast pleasuring while she stands moaning softly over the pleasure beam emitter, and even the girl with B-cups has already climaxed a few times without hands and mouths working her tits over” Dinah interjected softly to end the unpleasant conversation as she watched exasperation fill Wanda’s blushing face. “Sue, on the other hand, does look desperate and doesn’t seem sexually aroused. The redhead working over our blonde friend’s soon-to-be-ruined tits seems to be doing so enthusiastically, so maybe Sue’s pleasure beams are at a really low intensity because she picked safe debreasting options.”

“Be very aware, friend Dinah, that there are no safe options for breast amputation,” Diana replied softly with a frown on her face. “Perhaps Sue did pick a quick and less painful method for breast removal, resulting in weaker pleasure beams, despite Wanda’s warning against doing so. However, far be it for me to suggest she made an error in judgment, for if I suffer a misstep, my own debreasting will be slow and painful and without the benefit of any pleasure beams at all.”

“We will enjoy that misstep, if I’m allowed to be brutally honest, Princess, even if you don’t,” Hank Pym interjected with glazed eyes as his imagination ran wild. “Please don’t hold that against us, given where we are and what we’ve come here to watch happen to girls for our evening of entertainment. Jeese, I can hardly believe it, but we’ve already watched tens of girls get their busts flattened…around half by you yourself. If I haven’t lost count, Sue and Zatanna are going to make it an even two dozen…much to my delight! It seems the only question is…how?”

“Yeah, I can’t help but admit to being curious as to how they’re going to get their puppies knocked off as well, Hank,” Janet Van Dyne chortled with a wicked look on her face. “If you can do so without distracting the girls from their games, and without making it obvious how ecstatic you are about their impending disaster, go take a quick peek at their computer screens, Hank, and come quickly back with the scoop on their debreasting options.”

Janet laughed at the joy and excitement on her husband’s face as he hurried onto the dance floor, and then returned her attention to her remaining tablemates with a more serious look on her face as she pointed out, “Sue might be getting a very nice pleasure beam intensity, girls, and is just working very hard to maintain her composure under difficult circumstances. I’m sure Sue doesn’t want to have these boy’s see her writhe in sexual climax just before they watch her getting her balloons popped. Zatanna, on the other hand, has never minded putting on a show.”

Janet then turned to Wanda with a look of embarrassment on her face and admitted, “Sorry for bad mouthing Bill a minute ago, Wanda, as I could very well be wrong as to what is going on here. Besides, despite his taking advantage of us on many occasions, Bill has also stood up for us on several occasions where he didn’t have to. He helped you stop Tyler Roberts from hand spitting Sue following you and Sue’s hangings during our first visit to Final Fantasy. Bill stopped Kevin McStiff from ruining Tara’s breasts with Spanish spiders just because she wasn’t as skilled as he expected her to be with fellatio during the Club X orgy. He stopped Tyler Roberts from docking you at Club X as we prepared to leave, and I did hear Tyler announce the rest of us girls were going to get the same treatment when he and his men were done with you. And Wednesday night, at the dairy, Bill stopped Coach Taft from having Zatanna hand spitted so he could munch on her slightly marbled fillet. Most 41^st Century males would have let those men have their ways with us in all of those instances.”

“Yes, they would have, Janet,” Wanda replied with a grin of satisfaction on her face. Then she turned to Oliver, whose face was filled with both surprise and interest in what he was hearing, and pointed out, “The death games at Club X will either be competitions with other girls, to see who has what it takes to preserve their own lives, or left to fate, and randomly chosen girls will be executed. In nearly every game, there is a chance for survival. I’ll take my chances competing with other girls or having my number drawn at Club X.”

Then Wanda continued, while looking sternly at Dinah and Diana, with, “What we don’t want to do is put Bill in a position where he must execute us because we’ve broken his society’s rules or customs, or because fairness demands that he do so because he would do the same for any other girl. If one of us was to foolishly enter herself into one of his nightly lotteries where the penalty of losing was being made meat…that foolish girl would surely end up meat if her number got drawn. He forced his late wife, Marge, to take such risks, because Club X members are expected to do so! If one of us breaks this society’s rules or dishonors its customs in front of witnesses, Bill will swiftly execute us in the appropriate way. Our friend goes out of his way to treat everyone equally fair. Sometimes that leaves little room for friendship!”

Sue blushed badly as she cooed softly in pleasure and then heard Zatanna sigh loudly to her left, obviously in the throes of pleasure-beam-induced climax, drowning out the sexual moans being exuded from Liling to her right. The reason for Sue’s blush was the grinning Hank Pym standing between and behind the heroines’ kitchen-side booth game partners as they bent and suckled turreted nipples. Sue could see that Hank was busily reading Zatanna’s debreasting options with excitement in his eyes. Then, when the nerdy scientist turned and read her own debreasting options, and his excitement became unabashed delight, Sue’s will to fight the release the orgasmatron emitter struggled to steal from her loins evaporated, and she issued a loud staccato sigh as orgasm overwhelmed her body and mind.

‘This really blows,” filtered through the hazy glow of ecstasy that muddled Sue Richard’s mind, ‘to be the first girl debreasted for those heroes’ viewing pleasure! Even though Zatanna and I both chose dead slow as our debreasting speeds, the double-cut nature of the snipper should mean that my D-cups will come free of my chest first. Perhaps I was silly to choose that option for a near maximum intensity pleasure beam reward!’

“Good for you, Sue!” Zatanna hissed between gasps of pleasure as she heard her blonde booth mate’s rhythmic song of ecstasy begin to subside. “I was afraid you were going to fight off the pleasure beams right up to the moment our debreast buttons get slapped. I don’t want to be the only heroine getting tamed in one of these booths! It looks like Hank is hurrying back to our table to tell our friends how our balloons are going to get popped. OH! NICE! My beam intensity just stepped up. OH! SHIT! Are we approaching the countdown already, Abby?” Zatanna asked with wide-eyed trepidation as a warm mouth left her turgid right nipple. She shivered in apprehension as the lovely blonde adulteress grinned wickedly and nodded with laughter in her hazel eyes.

Sue gasped in mid-sigh as she heard the Zatanna finish speaking, felt Carla remove her lips from her turreted left breast tip, and heard the redhead decree with glee in her gleaming blue eyes, “It’s time to get your bacon poached, Sue! One!”

As Sue Richards watched the papered girl smile from ear-to-ear and reach for her booth’s debreast button, she felt her own orgasmatron emitter abruptly step up to maximum intensity, and plunged into intense climax. The countdown was nearly, but not quite, drowned out by gasps and sighs and moans as Liling and Zatanna joined her in singing a song of orgasmic passion. Despite the erotic glow filling her loins and mind, Sue’s dread increased geometrically with each number she heard called out!

“Laser slicer and snipper…both on dead slow?” Janet asked as she repeated her husband’s information in obvious amazement as she bounced on her chair. “Sue selected snipper as her debreasting option? What a cool way to get your puppies knocked off! Are you sure Sue got off when she saw you read her computer screen?”

“That IS what Hank said, Janet,” Wanda interjected while laughing at her best friend’s excitement, “now calm down before you hurt yourself. Look, Sue has lost her composure for the first time in one of those booths, and is climaxing loudly. Listen to the reason for that happening. The redhead in front of her is counting down with her hand on Sue’s debreast button while the blonde waits to press Zatanna’s. Our tablemates are going to be getting their balloons popped at the same time, and their fate’s sealed with only seconds, at most, left before they would have escaped the bacon traps intact!”

“Sue has got to really hate that happening to her,” Dinah pointed out with a wicked grin on her face, “based on what she said about Ollie’s sealing Simone’s fate as her timer ran down. She’ll get no sympathy from me! I’m going to enjoy watching tablemates getting their tits ruined!”

“We all will, sweetheart,” Oliver Queen assured his girlfriend as he enjoyed the excitement in her voice. “Watching strangers getting their chests wrecked doesn’t hold a candle to seeing that happen to superheroines. Right now, I want to see Zatanna get her melons sliced off. Later, I’ll be more than thrilled to watch you get your tits hacked off and then munched on.” Ollie laughed as Dinah blushed and then grinned even wider.

“SLAPPED!” Janet screamed loudly as she heard the redhead declare ‘TEN’ over the stacatto sighs of climax coming from boths 2, 4, and 5, as the two papered girls simultaneously pressed debreast buttons. “This is it, boys and girls…tablemates’ balloons are about to be popped!”

Sue Richards felt crushed as she was forced to listen to a countdown that meant failure and pain would soon be thrust upon her while one of the most powerful climaxes she had ever experienced washed through her loins. She felt heartbroken as she watched her tablemates gleefully awaiting the gruesome entertainment she and Zatanna would soon be providing them. Despite the fact she could admit that she herself had come to enjoy watching that same entertainment, Sue was bitterly disappointed that even Wanda, out at their table beaming with pride and grinning happily with obvious excitement, seemed to be ignoring her clearly stated wish to return home breasted.

For once, Sue wanted to feel moral and sane after visiting Final Fantasy. She knew she could not feel that way after surrendering body parts at the end of her first debreasting booth game of the evening in the midst of the sexual ecstasy she doubted would end before her balloons were fully popped. She also knew she was helpless to prevent those questions of her own morality and sanity from being thrust upon her as she watched the redhead’s eyes fill with anticipation as her countdown reached ‘TEN’, and Sue heard double clicks from both her and Zatanna’s booths. Her blue eyes filled with tears as she prepared for her breasts to be sent to a 41^st Century kitchen. Then, through the despair that filled her mind, the glow that radiated from her sex, and the tears streaming down her face, Sue heard Zatanna say something that made her realize something was terribly wrong!

Chapter 18. Secret’s Unveiled

“NO!” Zatanna shrilled in mid-climax. “You girls cannot be serious! Jeese! I had just convinced myself that I was really going to ENJOY getting my boobs lasered off my chest. This really blows! Come on, Sue! These girls let our timers rundown too far and hit our debreast buttons a split-second late. Let’s get back to our table and give our friends some pieces of our minds for looking so happy about our almost bad luck.”

“What?” Sue asked as confusion filled her muddled mind and her climax subsided. Then, as the booth attendant, Jane, pulled on her right elbow, the blonde suddenly realized that her booth restrains had released her and her orgasmatron emitter had been turned off. She quickly pulled her intact D-cups and turreted nipples out of her booth’s debreasting portals, and turned towards the back of the Game room. As she wiped tears from her blue eyes and did her best to manage a smile of relief, Sue nodded to Zatanna and Liling who were watching her with concern on their faces.

“Go ahead, Liling,” Zatanna said softly as she nodded to the petite Chinese girl and then began hugging Sue, “we’ll be right behind you. Darn it, Sue, I didn’t realize you wanted to win your debreasting booth games THAT badly! Look, you need to pull yourself together and play your next two games knowing that you’ll probably get debreasted…because you likely will. I don’t know how those girls managed to miss popping our balloons this time. Now, come on. I want to give our tablemates some crap about the glee they exuded as we suffered through that countdown, and then the bitter disappointment on their faces when our balloons got a reprieve.”

Sue shrugged her shoulders as she saw the anger on Zatanna’s face as the Justice Leaguer rushed toward the far end of the Game room and the exit just out of view behind the debreasting booth stations. Her composure nearly back under control, the blonde heroine hurried after her friend.

“Stop, Zatanna!” Sue heard Liling yell just as she rounded the corner, and then watched the Chinese girl, who had been busily putting on her bicycle shorts, grab Zatanna’s arm as the nude raven-haired girl reached for the Game room door handle as she hurried to yell at her tablemates. “Don’t forget your bottoms! If you go out into the main room of the nightclub without them, you’ll probably end up getting your fillet purchased and then speared on Jessica’s back.”

“Oh…SHIT!” Zatanna spat and then blushed in embarrassment. “Jeese, Liling, thanks! I would have screwed up royal if not for you! I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s okay now. I’ll get dressed.”

“Good!” Liling replied with a friendly smile on her face as she put on her sports bra. “See that you both do, Sue. While getting your bacon poached wouldn’t have been pleasant, the pain would only have lasted a few minutes. Some girls last more than hour over hot coals after getting themselves spitted. I had fun playing the booth game. Maybe I’ll share booths with you two again next week when there are fewer people here and a better chance of not getting our bacon poached. One free orgasmatron treatment is all I’m going to try for tonight!”

Sue watched Liling rush out the Game room door and then admitted as she nodded to Zatanna, “Now I wish I hadn’t committed to more than one booth stint tonight myself, Zatanna. How does my face look, and how are your nerves after that close call?”

“Your face looks better than I feel, Sue,” Zatanna replied sheepishly as she tied her bikini straps with shaky hands. “Wanda would be very peeved at me if I’d gotten myself spitted. Finish dressing and let’s get out of here, okay?”

Zatanna cringed as she and Sue stepped through the Game door and heard Coach Taft, sitting at the nearby third reserved table next to the Balance Beam Joust game combat zone with Assistant Coach Sacrino and Bill Jennings, roar, “God damn you and your hair-brained schemes, Bill! The sow DID remember to put her bottoms on despite the scare she got with her blonde friend. Now I don’t get to munch on her breast bacon either! Did you con me into sparing those two’s tits just so you can milk them again?”

“No Coach, I didn’t,” Bill Jennings replied red-faced with embarrassment. “I really thought Zatanna might be upset enough with her almost-disastrous-seeming booth stint that she might run out of the Game room with her fillet exposed. It was worth the gamble. Besides, if you had poached her boobs, she wouldn’t have any further reason to come to Final Fantasy OR my dairy, and you’d never get a shot at that fillet you’ve taken a fancy for. Now, stop grumbling and start celebrating your big win. You can have your dates poach the bacon off any girl willing to enter the Game room…you may even get another shot at seeing those two debreasted later tonight.”

Sue blushed as she saw Bill nod to Zatanna and herself and grin sheepishly, and then frowned as she saw how shaken up the Justice Leaguer was with what she was hearing. Sue felt certain that Zatanna’s fillet would have been targeted by a spit save for Liling’s alertness. She also thought it likely that Bill’s sheepish grin meant that he had actually been trying to help the heroines preserve their breasts until later in the evening, and had talked the coaches into having their dates scare them rather than debreast them without realizing that the ruse might actually work just as he had laid it out. Of course, he had likely been assuming the heroines would watch out for each other, and hadn’t counted on Sue herself becoming too distraught with almost losing her game to do that. Now Bill was in the unfortunate position of looking like he had betrayed both Zatanna and Coach Taft.

“If you gentlemen don’t mind, Coach Taft and Mr. Jennings,” Sue said softly as politely as she could make herself sound, intent on helping Bill get out of his jam now and planning on explaining her suspicions to Zatanna later, “I would like to give my congratulations to each of you. Coach Taft, we are all really proud of you for leading the boys’ gymnastics team to a tournament championship and helping Metropolitan University achieve its monumental goal of taking home both trophies. Well done, Sir!” Sue smiled her sweetest smile as Coach Taft beamed with pride.

“Mr. Jennings, the congratulations go to you for your brilliant scheme to earn Coach Taft Zatanna’s slightly marbled fillet,” Sue chirped softly with a forced look of admiration on her face. “I wasn’t watching out for her, I’m afraid, and in her rush to get back to our table after almost getting her balloons popped, she forgot to put her bikini back on. Fortunately, that Chinese girl who had shared the booth game with us saw her opening the door to the main room here, and very alertly pointed out Zatanna’s impending mistake. It looks like my friend and sometimes stable mate will get to continue to carry her most expensive meat cut at the apex of her legs for a bit longer. However, like all of us girls, Zatanna will surrender it for kitchen use sooner or later. Be patient Coach, and Zatanna’s fillet might still become your epicurean delight!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter as relief filled his face and then chortled, “I knew it Coach! Our ruse almost worked! You’ll have to settle for sandwiches for now, but, tell you what, as part of Final Fantasy’s special celebration of the Dragons’ double tournament championships, I’ll buy you a fillet after our nightly lottery. Thanks for being forthright about Zatanna’s close call, Sue, and I apologize for threatening to harvest your own breast bacon to help Coach and I make our gambit seem so very real. Now, I think you should get Zatanna back to your table…before Coach and I come up with another plan to see her fillet harvested!”

Coach Taft chuckled loudly as he watched the blonde he had met at Bill’s dairy a few nights earlier lead the raven-haired girl and the fillet he was smitten with quickly back to their table, and then quipped jovially, “I’ll hold you to that fillet, Bill, but it just won’t be the same. You’re a clever devil to almost make my day with your manipulation of those girls!” Then he turned to the blonde he had bedded a short time earlier in the evening, and the redhead who had been the pre-celebration entertainment for his assistant coach, and chided, “Well, just don’t stand there in front of the debreasting booths you two. Collect our sandwich ingredients!”

“I can’t believe it,” Zatanna whined softly as she shakily settled into her chair with disgust on her face, “Bill tried to trick me into getting myself killed…and I almost fell for it. I came one careless step away from becoming meat on a stick!”

“I don’t think so, Zatanna…about Bill trying to trick you,” Sue whispered urgently as she took her seat besides Wanda and stared with concern at the raven-haired heroine. “I’m pretty sure Bill heard Coach tell those girls to poach our bacon, and tried to give him a reason not to do so. He probably figured the false threat of getting our balloons popped wouldn’t bother us, given who we are and the fact that both of us have had it done to us before.”

Sue frowned as she declared in quivering voice, “Bill couldn’t have known that we would get shaken up like most any other girls, due to our new attitudes toward playing the debreasting booth game. No…I don’t think he wants to spare our boobies and let us return home with bumps on our chests. I think he likely just wanted to avoid two of us getting our balloons popped at the same time…what with new patrons at our table for their first times in a debreasting booth nightclub. I’m guessing that he’s overheard us talking, and knows he’ll get to watch all us girls offering up our breasts for use in his kitchen multiple times tonight.”

“Darn it, Wanda,” Sue admitted with a sheepish look on her face, “I let that countdown to what I thought was my imminent debreasting…and the looks of joy and excitement on all your faces as you eagerly awaited watching my balloons getting popped...really get to me. I want to win my booth games tonight so badly that I’m not sure I’m brave enough to play two more debreasting booth games before we go home…now that I’ve already come so close to losing my first game. I don’t know what to do!”

“Okay, Sue,” Zatanna announced softly before Wanda could reply, “you’ve known Bill longer than I have, so I’ll accept your theory that he really wasn’t trying to make me meat with that stunt those girls pulled. Bill couldn’t have known that…due to that new approach to doing stints in those booths Wanda finds so ingenious…I’d get so peeved at these guys and gals for being so gleeful when they thought we were going to get our melons painfully sliced off for their viewing pleasure…and then looking so crestfallen when we got set free while still intact…that I would thoughtlessly race out of the Game room to give them a piece of my mind. I shouldn’t have let that bother me! I’ve seen Janet bouncing on her chair before, as she eagerly awaited watching my bacon getting poached.”

“Look, I want to win my games tonight too, Sue,” Zatanna declared while chuckling softly. “But I’m not going to let my night get ruined if…more likely when…I lose and I do get my chest flattened. As I told you in the Game room after that scare we had, you need to play your next two games with the assumption that you’ll probably get debreasted…because you likely will. You can always hope that you’ll get lucky. Just don’t hope hard enough that it has to happen for your night to be a success. If you quit taking those booths tonight, because of that disheartening countdown, you’ll never be able to climb back into one and push your tender melons through debreasting portals again. You want to keep coming here with Wanda and Janet, don’t you? Talk some sense into Sue, Wanda, while you tidy up her face!”

“Yeah, remind Sue that she’s supposed to be a superheroine, which means she’s a pain slut as well as a sex whore who craves degradation,” Janet quipped jovially as she grinned wickedly, “while you wipe those streaks of makeup from her cheeks. However, do it quickly or you girls will miss the fun. Those two adulteresses from Coach Taft’s table are doing their countdown routine again…this time as they stand before those big-breasted girls that joined Sue and Zatanna’s booth stints a minute late. I bet they get their timing right this time, and pop those two sets of double-D-cup balloons!”

Wanda glanced out to the debreasting booths just as the redhead pronounced “FOUR”, and then picked up a napkin in front of her and wetted it with her mouth before replying, “Thanks, Janet, for the warning. I’ll be done with Sue in a jiff, as her face really isn’t that bad.”

“Listen, sweety,” the big-breasted Avenger urged as she wiped the streaks from her blonde friend’s cheeks and then gently smudged under her blue eyes to even out the makeup there, “it wasn’t until I saw you start crying that I realized that you were so distraught. I guess I should have realized something was wrong when you uncharacteristically lost your composure and began climaxing so loudly. You usually do very well at hiding the pleasure you’re feeling, as well as your pain. I guess wanting to win the booth games really intensifies the roller coaster ride you get during those Game room stints.”

“Now,” Wanda Maximoff began with true sorrow in her voice, “while admitting that I’ll be disappointed if you decide to stop doing stints in those booths, that disappointment won’t be with you and your decision, Sue. I’ll just be disappointed in not being able to share my passion for my new-found pastime in the same way that we have been. I think Zatanna gave you some good advice about how to proceed from this point on…if you can bring yourself to do so…and is right that you’ll probably never be able to take a debreasting booth again if you give into being gun shy. If that happens, Sue, I’ll understand it. You’ll still be welcome to come on our girls’ nights out and watch us play the debreasting booth games. Most of the time you’ll see what’s about to happen out there on the dance floor happen to your tablemates, but some night, I promise, you’ll see one or more of us girls win all three booth stints and go home breasted. What do you say, sweetie?”

“I say,” Sue replied with a sheepish grin on her face as she heard the redhead before booth 1 announce ‘SEVEN’, “we stop talking about me and watch those girls in the debreasting booths pay the price for their trying to be clever. If they had entered the Game room with the rest of us, they wouldn’t be about to get their big boobies harvested for kitchen use. You can stop worrying about me…I’m pretty sure I’ll get my nerve back and do my promised booth stints tonight…although doing so may end up with my getting tamed by the orgasmatron emitters even if I do end up a booth game winner.”

“ALL RIGHT!” Janet squealed excitedly, as the rest of the table laughed at Sue’s superheroine pun. “I knew we could count on you, Sue! LOOK! Those papered girls are reaching for debreast buttons!” The spunky heroine grinned as she heard the owner of the fairer skinned breasts protruding from protruding from booth 1’s debreasting portals frantically beg for the redhead to wait and not press her debreast button, as she announced, ‘NINE’. Janet whooped, “SLAPPED! Just in time, too!” as she heard two, nearly simultaneous, clicks as the redhead pronounced ‘TEN’! “Two sets of big double-D’s are going to get POPPED!”

“Calm down, darling,” Hank Pym chuckled as he watched his wife squirming in her chair. “Are you going to send me to read those girls’ debreasting options as you did with Sue and Zatanna? I’m sorry if seeing the excitement on my face as I read your options forced that first climax on you, Sue. Now if you do get tamed by evening’s end, it will be partly my fault. I won’t feel guilty about that, though, or about the glee I’m going to feel if I do get to see your ta tas bite the dust! Hey what are those rectangular compartments that just opened up below those girls’ debreast buttons for?”

“I’m pretty sure those must be where the docking tubes are kept, Hank,” Wanda replied with a grin on her face. “It looks like both of those girls chose the ‘allow nipple docking’ sub-option to up the pleasure beam intensity they were hoping to get during the final minute of their booth stints if things had gone as they planned. They will still get more a more intense orgasmatron emitter setting, but the pain of getting their nipples clipped off the tips of their big breasts will join the pleasure they feel in their loins. I was hoping to see how this works as part of the debreasting booth game.”

“Look, Wanda!” Dinah squealed with delight, “A silver metal tray just slid out of the bottom of each booth wall and onto the floor below the debreasting portals. I was wondering how those tits were going to change ownership, what with no nipples for the kitchen-side players to pinch. Obviously we’re going to get to hear those big boobs plop onto the trays once their finished getting ruined!”

“By the way, Sue,” the blonde Justice Leaguer said in a more serious tone with a gleam in her blue eyes, “I was proud of the way you girls accepted the danger you thought your tits were in, even if we could hear climaxes being forced on you. At least you didn’t beg for your moneymakers to be spared, like those two bigger breasted girls were doing from the moment they felt hands on their breasts until their debreast buttons finally got pressed. I’m glad you’re going to stay brave and continue to play the booth games with us…even if you do end up thoroughly tamed.”

Oliver chuckled loudly at his girlfriend’s remark before dryly observing, “If you do get yourself tamed, Sue, and are in dire need of villains to sexually use and abuse you, I’m sure Wanda can set you up with a gangbang or two. I hear she manages to lose battles against the bad guy’s fairly frequently. Weren’t you just on the front page of the Enquirer, Wanda, with your face covered with a multitude of men’s semen? If gang rape doesn’t suit you, Sue, maybe you’d prefer another Club X orgy, which Janet mentioned while you were in the debreasting booth and Hank was out reading you two’s debreasting options. Hank and I are going to want to hear more about that orgy by the way, Janet…all the sticky details in fact!”

“Oliver Queen, you are now being both mean and disrespectful!” Sue hissed with both anger and concern on her face as she watched both Wanda and Janet blush badly. “Both of you heroes are well aware we superheroines are forced to pay very high prices when we suffer setbacks in our battles against evil. That Wanda has paid those prices more often than she would have liked is not something you should be teasing her about. As for the orgy at Club X last week, Janet shouldn’t have told you about that. I’ll remind you gentlemen of Wanda’s rule number three…what happens here in the future stays here in the future. There will be no talking about what you see or hear here when we get back home. If my husband, Reed, hears one word about that Club X orgy…!”

“He won’t hear about it from Ollie or me…I promise, Sue,” Hank Pym replied with a frown on his face and disappointment in his eyes. “However, YOU may want to consider telling him before what just happened to my wife, happens to you. The word orgy connotes the willing participation in sex with multiple partners, Janet, and you left any mention of that happening out of your description of that evening’s events when we all talked later that night. That willing participation last week is why Wanda stipulated before we left that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, and made you agree that my having sex in this time zone with other girls won’t count as cheating when we get back home, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Hank…it was,” Janet replied red-faced with embarrassment. “However, it wasn’t quite what you presently think it was. Can you trust me on that for the moment? Believe that I can explain our actions…in a way that will take away most of the hurt you’re presently feeling? Please, wait for my explanation until those girls are done getting their big balloons popped!”

“Very well, dear wife,” Hank Pym replied with anger in his voice and disgust on his face, “we will watch those big-titted girls in the booths get themselves debreasted before you tell our friends about your having made a cuckold of me! Obviously, if you’re willing to put off making that explanation for the sake of enjoying sordid entertainment, you must think what I will soon hear will placate me. You better hope you are right about that, Janet! If you’re wrong, I’m going to take you down to that bar Hawkeye and I frequent, have you be the one doing a striptease while I make the patrons very aware that you’re Van Dyne Enterprises’ rich C.E.O., and then let the dozen or so bikers that hang out there gangbang you until the rooster crows.”

“As you wish, honey buns,” Janet replied while grinning wickedly. “You can even whip my breasts and vulva with a riding crop too…when the bikers are done gang raping me at the bar…preferably after we get back home…and then, when your arm gets tired, you can put my sore puppies in nooses and hang me from the ceiling for as long as you’d like. Now hush up, Henry Pym, and watch the pretty girls getting their balloons popped!”

“With an offer like that, Janet, there’s no way Hank is going to admit to being satisfied with whatever excuse you give him for participating in that orgy,” Oliver Queen pointed out with a wry smile on his face. “You’re going to be mighty sore next week, Waspy!”

“Lay off her, Ollie,” Dinah interjected as she giggled loudly. “I want to watch those girls getting their tits ruined too…without an argument going on around me! Are you still going to get your nipples docked, Wanda…if someone decides to slap your debreast button…now that you know that means we will all get to watch and hear your big breasts plopping on the floor afterwards?”

“I think I will, Dinah,” Wanda replied softly as she stared with obvious interest out at the debreasting portals. “I hope my docker is as enthusiastic as those two papered girls seem to be about the suckling that gets my nipples ready for removal. I bet the nipples tipping those two sets of double-D-cups are rock hard when they get clipped off those girls’ breast tips. Based on the sighs and moans coming out of both of those debreasting booths, the girls have now accepted their fates and are enjoying themselves. I think my tender D-cups are going to enjoy being made nippleless!”

“Maybe your boobs will enjoy the agony that comes with getting their tips docked, Wanda,” Zatanna chuckled loudly, “and maybe they won’t! It looks like Zvetlina and Julie are going to find out how much their monstrous breasts are going to like it momentarily. Look, you can see the glow of a laser beam slicer above the fairer skinned melons that belong to Zvetlina, and, unless I’m seeing things, the telltale compression of the sides of Julie’s left breast means she’s going to get her knockers sheared off with the scissors. I wonder if she picked both breasts simultaneously or one breast at a time?”

“Zatanna called it!” Janet spat loudly as she bounced with excitement. “The papered girls just retrieved the docking tubes from those rectangular compartments that opened up. It looks like they are going to coordinate their denippling, just as they did their debreast button slapping!”

“Friend Sue, perhaps you could enlighten me about yon docking tubes?” Princess Diana asked softly with a hint of embarrassment on her face. “In what manner can yon devices be used to remove a girl’s teats. They look less than threatening from here, but now that the girls in the booths have seen yon silver tubes, they are yet again pleading for mercy.”

Sue blushed badly before explaining, “Each of those four-inch-long, one-inch-diameter tubes have a small sliding button that is controlled with the docker’s thumb, Diana. The business end of the tube consists of two half-circle-shaped razor blades, hinged to the end of the tube at the upper point of their arcs. When closed, the razor blades are perpendicular to the tube, sealing it. If you push back on the sliding button, a sturdy spring in the base of the tube is compressed as attachments connected to the blade hinges cause the hinges to rotate and the blades to open outward and upward until they are parallel with the barrel of the tube. Let go of the sliding button, and the compressed spring is released and snaps the blades closed as they are rotated downward and inward.”

“To dock a girl,” Sue said softly with a quivering voice and sadness in her eyes, “you just push the sliding button back until the barrel of the tube is fully open, position that open barrel over the targeted nipple, and allow the control button to slowly slide forward to its starting position, allowing the razor blades to close against and then through the sensitive flesh until the severed tip is drug into the tube’s barrel. The only trick that needs to be learned is to carefully continue to reposition the end of the tube toward the breast until both open blades are touching the areola just below the base of the nipple firmly enough to drag the trapped flesh tube-ward as the blades continue to rotate downward and inward. That way the girl being docked won’t have to go through the agony of having the same nipple clipped twice. Both Janet and I have been forced to dock a girl on past trips to this…city.”

“Yep, we’ve done what you guys and gals are about to see done to those girls in the booths,” Janet admitted softly before quipping. “At least the girls in the booths aren’t going to get their clitorises clipped once their nipples are history, as was the case for the girls Sue and I got sicced on…no viewing screens in the corners of their opaque booth windows. Both of them are still pleading desperately to let their breasts still have nipples tipping them when they get sliced off their chests. Fortunately for Wanda and that preview she was hoping to get of what might happen to the tips of her own breasts, the papered girls aren’t giving those pleas any consideration. Look they both have tube barrels over left nipples, and, listen, the redhead’s doing a three-second countdown.”

“Hey, Sue,” Zatanna chortled jovially, “it’s not just us! That countdown has both Zvetlina and Julie gasping in climax despite…or perhaps because of…the eminent agony they’re about to get thrust upon them. I don’t know about you…but I feel a whole lot bet…!” As two shrill screams of agony emanated from the debreasting booths, the Justice Leaguer asked, “What the hell? Did those two just take off only the very tip of those two’s nipples?”

“GOOD HECK!” Wanda spat with disgust as she stared wide-eyed at the debreasting portals and watched the papered girls turn the tube barrels downward to release tiny bits of flesh to fall downward onto trays. “They sure did, Zatanna! Look! They’re repositioning the tubes over the same nipples, and the redhead’s counting again…!” The big-breasted Avenger gasped as the two girls in the booths shrilled again, before the papered girls dumped two more bits of flesh onto nearly empty trays, and then repositioned their docking tubes once again over left breast tips. “OH CRAP!” the auburn-haired beauty groaned and covered the front of her bikini top with the palms of her hands. “Those left nipples are going to get snipped for a third…!”

“Easy, Wanda,” Sue urged softly with obvious concern on her face as she read the horror on her big-breasted friend’s face while the two girls in the booths screamed in agony for a third time, “I think the only color left on those left breasts is areola now. I wonder if those papered girls are being vicious…or are simply incompetent dockers?”

“I do believe we may soon discover the answer that riddle, friend Sue,” Diana professed softly, “for a new countdown is about to begin with brutal docking tubes over right nipples. Now, however, nipples will not be the only source of cruel agony. The laser beam has reached the top of the breasts protruding from booth 1, and I do believe I behold silver in the lower corners of the debreasting portals surrounding the girl in booth 3’s left breast…silver and rivulets of red.”

“YES!” Janet whooped excitedly. “The main balloon popping event has begun…as has the denippling countdown!” Janet paused in her chair bouncing as she gave the gasps of horror and pain coming out of the debreasting booths her full attention, and then grinned knowingly as she heard the redhead shout, ‘Three’ followed by earsplitting howls from within the debreasting booths, before the papered girls turned docking tube barrels downward to allow right nipples to drop downward onto the trays below their respective sow’s nippleless DD-cups. “There is the answer to that riddle Diana spoke of. Both those papered girls removed right nipples like docking tube pros. Those bitches were being vicious!”

As Wanda watched the evening-dress-clad girls toss their docking tubes down onto their respective sow’s breast bacon landing pad and then high-five each other, she spat acerbically, “Yes they were, and now I’m not going to feel sorry for either of those adulteresses if Coach Taft follows the modus operandi Bill said he usually employs. If he does, and sends those papered girls into the Game room to do debreasting booth stints after this nightclub’s patrons witnessed that…. Well those papered girls are going to need all the luck they can get!”

“Those girls, who now seem to plan on just watching and waiting for those DD-cups to get hacked of those two sow’s chests without any more breast pleasuring, ran out of luck a long time ago, Wanda,” Zatanna chuckled softly. “But you knew that already didn’t you, Miss Maximoff, and that was just your delicate way of telling me that it’s going to have to be Janet that kills the redhead’s boobs while I wreck the blonde’s knockers.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves and contemplate the next balloon popping party before this one has really gotten started, Zatanna,” Janet quipped jovially. “Let’s watch those huge breasts currently hanging out of debreasting portals get slowly murdered, and then listen to nice plopping sounds…one double plop followed by two single plops. The fair-skinned breasts will be lasered off before the other girl’s left breast gets sheared off and a second pair of scissors begins working on her right breast.”

“Janet’s right,” Sue said softly while nodding, “It looks like Zvetlina picked medium fast for her laser beam slicer while Julie picked medium slow for the scissors. While I’m sure both of those girls were REALLY regretting not entering the Game room at the same time as we did a moment ago, Zatanna, moans of pleasure now once again mix with their gasps of pain. I wonder if they’ll manage to get a nice climax or two before we hear those plops our spunky tablemate craves for? I also wonder if Wanda has reconsidered the possibility of risking us hearing her own breasts make such plopping sounds when she plays her debreasting booth games?”

Wanda Maximoff blushed badly as the table laughed at her as she still covered the front of her breasts with her hands, and then smiled as she announced, “I haven’t Sue. I’m not going to let one pair of mean girls spoil my plans for this evening. If I don’t make it through all three of my booth games, I’ll give you guys the pleasure of hearing my girls plopping onto a silver tray on the dance floor at the base of my booth wall.”

“Good for you, Wanda,” Hank Pym replied softly as he patiently watched a most unusual form of entertainment while he waited for an explanation from his wife. “I hope that nobody’s evening…from our table at least…get’s spoiled tonight. Look, the fair-skinned breasts are half done getting sliced off a heaving chest. The girl in booth 1 better concentrate on her pleasure beams if she wants to get a climax as a reward for getting her ta tas turned into sandwich meat.”

“The scissor blades closing around the left boob of the girl in booth 3 are making good progress through boob too, Hank,” Oliver observed softly as a frown formed on his face. “She seems to be feeling more pain than pleasure…like the girl in booth 1…but I bet she gets off before her first milk bag becomes dead meat on the floor. Listen, Hank and Janet, I want to apologize. I didn’t know Hank didn’t know about that orgy. I would hate to contribute to a superhero divorce!”

“I’m sure Janet will be able to explain to Hank why she participated in an orgy, Oliver,” Dinah interjected with obvious irritation, “and likely more important to Hank than her having had sex with strangers…seeing as how his punishment of her if she can’t explain will be making her accept being gangbanged by strangers…why she didn’t tell him about it right away. Now shut up and stop talking about it until those girls in the booths’ balloons have been fully popped! It’s kind of cool how the girl in booth 3’s tit is unzipping upwards as the scissor blades get closed into it.”

“Yeah it is, isn’t it, Dinah,” Zatanna said while chuckling gleefully. “I just hope Bill remembered to reprogram the orgamatron emitters’ computers. Last week, a girl who looks very much like me found out the hard way that the pleasure beam intensity decreased back to its initial level after her first breast had been sheared off. It seems somebody failed to take into account the agony that emanates from your chest wound after your first breast is history. You’ll likely understand what I’m talking about later tonight, and then you’ll be really glad that those chest bandages they use here are magical in the way they make that agony disappear.”

“I’m sure Bill remembered, Zatanna,” Wanda said softly while giggling, “as he was in that booth with that girl that looks very much like you sharing her pain. Thank heavens Bill is going to be much too busy seeing to it that this double championship celebration is a success to share a booth with one of us while we’re getting ourselves debreasted tonight. Dinah, you should be particularly happy about that as I’m pretty sure we told him this would be your only visit to Final Fantasy. I don’t think even Ollie’s presence would be enough to dissuade him from taking that one chance he will have to plunder your behind as you get your fair-skinned C-cups painfully amputated on a normal night.”

Janet grinned wickedly and spat, “Well you can be darn sure that I’m going to remind Bill again that this is Dinah’s only visit to the big city which I bet is named New Sodom. I’ll also make a point of telling him how protective Hank is of me. There’s no way he’s going to get to assess how much pain I’m feeling as I get my puppies knocked off based on the way my anus twitches around that big penis of…. Oh MY! That’s got to add insult to injury! Look at how the girl in booth 1’s breasts just folded downward so that her de-nippled areolas are pointing at that silver tray on the floor below them!”

“Goodness gracious, Janet’s right!” Sue gasped with a frown on her face. “Despite the fact that the girl in booth 1 is finally issuing gasps of climax along with her moans of pain, that must be a most distressing feeling…not to mention sight! With no hands cupping her breasts or gripping her nipples, her nearly severed appendages aren’t getting any support. I’ll be careful to select laser beam slicer from the bottom if I ever again risk MY breasts with that option…and I’m never ever going to select the ‘allow nipple docking’ sub-option!”

“Yes, that does look rather disgusting doesn’t it, Sue,” Wanda admitted as she stared out at booth 1’s debreasting portals and the two large breasts hanging downward below them, temporarily still attached to their lifelong owner, mostly by skin. “Well at least she won’t have to put up with it…. Wanda paused in mid sentence as she realized the laser slicer was about to finish its work, and grinned as she watched the big breasts tumble downward and then make a loud double thump that could be heard over the staccato sighs of climax as they landed on the silver tray.”

“One set of double-D’s down, boys and girls!” Janet Van Dyne spat obvious delight as she watched the booth attendant pull the breastless girl out of booth 1. “The other sow’s left DD-cup balloon is running out of air as well. When it does, hopefully it will land areola up and we will get the preferred wet splat instead of the rather less fulfilling double thump we just heard. From the sound of the gasps and moans of pleasure coming from booth 3, the remaining sow must have got off on hearing her friend’s melons announce their conversion to food.”

“You aren’t the only one who had noticed that freefalling breasts have a penchant for landing nipples up, Janet,” Wanda replied giggling with laughter in her eyes as she enjoyed her friend and teammate’s excitement. “I bet your husband can explain the physics behind why that is so, but I’ll settle for the fact that I do also prefer the splat sound, and the more appealing view as well. Well, seeing and hearing that has helped me decide! I will select the ‘allow nipple docking’ sub-option, Sue, but on my first stint I’m going to offer my girls up for being murdered with the laser beam slicer on dead slow from the bottom. With that conservative setting, I may have a good chance of returning to our table whole, hopefully showing you girls that I am trying to embrace our new attitude regarding playing the debreasting booth game!”

“Don’t you dare deprive Hank and I of getting to see and hear your big tits hit the floor, Wanda!” Oliver Queen declared with a wicked grin on his face. “I may break rule number one, despite my promise, if you’re still intact when your third booth stint comes up. You’re the leader of this field trip to the fu…city. I expect you to lead by example!”

“Don’t you fret about THAT possibility, Ollie!” Janet chirped with a big grin on her face. “I guarantee that, despite what Wanda just said, she has no intention of going home before getting something off her chest! Speaking of getting something off your chest while you shriek in both agony and ecstasy…watch booth 3 and listen!” Janet grinned as the scissors finally reached their closed position, and the left breast protruding from booth 3 dropped free. Her grin broadened as a wet plop emanated through the room as the breast landed areola up on the silver tray beneath the business side of the debreasting portals. “Three down and one balloon left and waiting for a pin!” the spunky heroine whooped gleefully.”

“Come on, Janet, don’t call Wanda a liar right to her face!” Dinah Lance interjected while she giggled loudly. “I’m pretty certain that Wanda will do her first debreasting booth stint with the options set as she just described. I believe our big-breasted Avenger may even select fairly conservative settings for her second booth game as well.” Dinah grinned and then made a point of watching the lone remaining breast protruding booth 3’s debreasting portals slowly begin to unzip as slowly closing scissor blades began to shear through tender flesh.

Princess Diana roared with laughter as she realized that what the ponytailed blonde had failed to say spoke volumes, and Wanda Maximoff blushed badly. The Amazon drained another glass of Lactic Blaster and then chided with a wry grin on her face, “I’m quite certain, friend Oliver, that EVERY girl at this table does truly believe there will be no need for you to break rule number one if Wanda does get to play that third debreasting booth game.” Wanda’s blush intensified as her entire table laughed at her expense.

“Look, there is Zvetlina exiting the Game room door,” Sue said softly while pointing to the redhead in an effort to save Wanda from answering the other girls’ accusations. “As you can see, Dinah, she seems to be in quite good spirits despite her having been painfully debreasted only moments ago. The round bandages she’s wearing are truly miraculous. Hmmm, I wonder why she didn’t wait for Julie in the Game room?”

“Like us, she probably wanted to watch Julie’s right breast getting slowly sheared off her chest, Sue,” Zatanna replied as she chuckled softly. “Doesn’t every girl enjoy watching their friends’ moneymakers get turned into sandwich meat? Janet certainly does…and me too! I WON’T be giving Wanda a bad time if she does make those big melons of hers irresistible to the bacon hunters at the beginning of booth game number three. Frankly, like the boys, I’m going to be heartbroken if I don’t get to see THOSE big D-cups bite the dust!”

“The redhead WAS grinning as she watched sharp metal slowly close into that single breast protruding from a pair of debreasting portals, Zatanna,” Hank Pym said softly as he watched the redhead turn back towards the middle of the room after fidgeting nervously. “She seemed to be contemplating moving onto the dance floor for a better view, but now she’s walking away.”

“Yes, Hank,” Sue replied softly with a knowing look on her face, “she has decided to watch her friend join her in breastlessness from her table with Liling and her other tablemates. No doubt she found it hard to see the dead flesh that were once her soft, sensitive breasts sitting on the floor below the debreasting portals they were plucked from. She also likely wanted to avoid being teased and taunted by the papered girls that rather cruelly accepted her freely offered donations.”

“Yon breastless girl has not long to wait for her friend to make that final donation of flesh, Sue,” Diana observed with a smile on her face as she gulped white liquid with a slight bluish tinge. “Those shears are half closed, if mine eyes do not deceive me.”

“GOOD!” Hank Pym declared tersely. “We’ve got another minute of ta ta demolition and one last plopping sound to enjoy before we watch those girls in evening dresses do something besides stand there and chatter as they listen to that girl in the booth alternate between gasps of agony and sighs of pleasure. Hopefully, we’ll get to hear the sound of a nice long cum as that final tit drops off her chest, indicating the girl in booth 3 got something for her troubles, before those cheating wives carry their kills to the kitchen and return to their table. Then we can talk about the cheating wives at our table, the orgies they’ve enjoyed, and the gang rape one of them is going to be forced to enjoy if she can’t explain her behavior to MY satisfaction.”

The table of do-gooders watched the scissors slowly close through ample breast in awkward silence. Then they listened to a long gasping forlorn howl of ecstasy followed by a wet plop as that ample breast joined its mate on a silver tray. “POPPED!” Janet Van Dyne screamed in jubilation over scattered applause from the audience despite the uncomfortable admissions she knew she would soon have to make. She wasn’t going to let a difficult explanation ruin a perfectly good debreasting. “Four down and none to go!” she pronounced with a grin of satisfaction. Then, as her grin faded and she frowned nervously, she admitted in a quivering voice, “It’s not going to be easy for you to hear what I have to tell you, Hank. Just know that I love you dearly as I do that telling. Give me a minute…as we wait for those papered girls to make their sandwich order…while I try to decide where to start.”

“Hank and Janet, if you, my dear friends and teammates, don’t mind,” Wanda Maximoff interjected softly as she saw that Janet was finally ready to begin explaining, “I would like you to let me, with Sue’s help, explain how we came to visit Club X in the first place. I promise I’m not doing this to protect Janet, Hank. Zatanna will be able to verify some of what we are about to tell you.”

“Does that mean that you two are volunteering to be gang raped too, Wanda?” Hank Pym asked with disgust on his face. “You probably talked Janet into the orgy, didn’t you?”

“I’ll get gangbanged along with Janet, if that is what you want from us when we are done with our explanations, Hank, but don’t you dare even think of asking Sue to join us,” Wanda replied sternly with a frown on her face. “I am ultimately responsible for everything that happens to my friends here in this…city…because none of them would have come here had I not been captured and brought here by Kang the Conqueror, learned about the debreasting booth nightclubs, and then gotten myself debreasted by the Riddler in our own…in the country. I HAD to come back here…slightly after Kang’s rule had ended…despite the fact that you had healed my chest, Hank. I had to come to this debreasting booth nightclub so that I could voluntarily have someone do to me what that villain had forced me to involuntarily suffer. It was the only way I could end my nightmares! Now, Sue, tell Hank about the man you meant when you did your first debreasting booth stint.”

“Sure thing, Wanda,” Sue Richards replied softly with a blush on her face. “I took a debreasting booth second, after Janet had already played her first game without getting hurt. It had been an eventful evening as we learned many new things about this city, just as you now are, Hank. One of those things was that some women could where evening gowns here. There were two men with their papered wives sitting right here at this reserved table. I had learned from one of the waitresses that the men belonged to a social club called Club X. She said the Final Fantasy waitresses sometimes catered there, and usually returned a few waitresses short. Naturally that tipped me off that the social club’s activities include activities like you boys are planning to do with waitresses later tonight.”

“When I did take my debreasting booth, my breasts were almost immediately lifted by one of the two men, Ted Stevens,” Sue continued with a faraway look in her eyes as her blush deepened. “He kept telling me how fantastic my breasts were, and then told me about the sexually sadistic games played at Club X. He told me that the evening started out with a dart game where breasts were the targets and nipples the bull’s eyes, and where the girl who had the most points scored on her breasts lost them on a meat cutting table. He told me about their version of ‘Truth or Dare’, where one of the dares was to stand with your nipples over candle flames for a duration you said you could accept the pain without issuing a sound. The penalty for losing that dare was having the candle flame applied to your clitoris for the duration of that failed dare. I was particularly enamored by the thought of that happening to me…I climaxed with his hands on the breasts he said he might remove from my chest, but without my orgasmatron emitter even turned on!”

Sue blushed beet red before continuing in a quivering voice, “Then Ted asked me to visit Club X the next time we girls came back to the city, right before asking me to honestly tell him if I wanted to be debreasted during that, my first, debreasting booth stint. To my horror, my truthful reply was, yes, and he slapped my debreast button, dooming the boobies he kept telling me were so fantastic to be killed by the same double-cut lasers Ollie harvested Simone’s breasts with.”

“While we waited for that death of my boobies to begin,” Sue whispered softly as she shivered nervously, “and he did a most wonderful job of pleasuring them as I enjoyed my first time over an orgasmatron emitter, he told me about two other Club X games, which he said didn’t require breasts, and again asked me to visit the social club the next time we were here. The first was ‘Spin the Bottle’ where eight girls stand on drop planks with nooses around their necks while three dice get rolled and then the ‘bottle’ spun. Whichever girl the bottle points to then air dances for the duration of the sum of the dice. The last game was ‘Heads or Tails’ where two girls are strapped into guillotines with climax-detecting vibrators in their vaginas. I then learned that Club X games could be fatal when he told me the first girl that climaxed in that game would lose her head. Then my pain began and didn’t end until I became the first superheroine debreasted in a booth game.”

“Naturally, Sue told us about her booth experience,” Wanda interjected softly as she retook control of the recounting of the heroines’ first visit to Final Fantasy. “I could tell that Sue, who had already told me before she took that debreasting booth that she was going to give her boobies the chop just once and never return to this strange…city, was quite enamored with the idea of playing those sexually sadistic games at Club X. Then, as the night went on, I learned more and more of the terrible plight women-kind are faced with here. The other Club X member, Tyler Roberts, sent his wife into a debreasting booth, and ordered me to turn her assets into sandwich meat…the first step in a 41^st Century divorce that ended with that girl being live-butchered at a government meat processing facility. Then, we lost a tablemate to Jessica’s embrace due to her foolishly gambling her meat in the nightly lottery.”

Wanda frowned at the memory of Bonita Juarez’s passing, and then shrugged her shoulders before admitting, “I had promised that friend that I wouldn’t let her conversion to meat interfere with our plans for the evening. I didn’t…and took my turn in a debreasting booth, along with one of the Final Fantasy waitresses who had had the bad luck of being on the menu when all five booths were empty. To my surprise, Tyler Roberts, Ted Stevens, and Ted’s wife had returned, along with a young girl with hopes of marrying Tyler. I made that discovery as Tyler suddenly appeared before my booth to weigh my at-risk breasts as soon as I had finished setting my debreasting options. He said that I had bewitched him and that he couldn’t help but return to pop my big balloons.”

Wanda grinned sheepishly as she spat, “Unfortunately, I also then found out about Bill Jennings’ hobby of sharing a girl’s pain as she gets debreasted. Knowing I couldn’t…didn’t want to…save my own breasts, and wouldn’t be able to dissuade Bill from filling my anus as my girls got sent to the kitchen, I bartered to get the waitress’s breasts vouchsafed. Tyler agreed to have Ted Stevens protect her assets as they hung out of debreasting portals if my tablemates and I would visit Club X on Saturday night of the following week, and possibly play a Club X-type game that night at Final Fantasy. My agreement to TRY to convince my friends to make that visit to Club X for a few hours of sexually sadistic games saved the waitress’s breasts, while my girls were strangled to death in razor-wire loops on dead slow. As that was happening, and while Bill was reaming my ass, Tyler called me a big-breasted witch.”

“When my balloons had finally been fully popped, Bill took me to his office to bandage my chest wounds while his seed dribbled out of my vulva and anus,” Wanda hissed softly with a reddened face. “It was there that I confronted him about his knowing who we girls were. How was I to know that he is a 21^st Century history buff. He not only knew our identities, but he also knew about the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator.”

“Yes I was astonished,” Wanda admitted with a sheepish grin on her face, “but somehow I felt I could trust Bill. I listened with an open mind when he offered to be our sponsor for a half-night at Club X…until their nightly lottery was over…and yes I knew that meant our meat would be entered into that lottery. He asked me to continue coming back to Final Fantasy with heroine friends. He promised we girls would not be placed in any more danger than any other girl, despite he, Tyler, and Ted knowing who and what we are. I told him I would try to convince my tablemates to grant both of his requests.”

“Naturally, Sue and Janet learned that we had been made when I recounted my booth stint experience to them at our table,” Wanda said with a grin on her face. “I told the girls of our invitation to join Bill at Club X. Sue wavered, and said she wanted to play the sexually sadistic games there, but was not sure about putting friends in the danger that venue offered. She also admitted she could see herself taking a debreasting booth again some other night. Then, before I could get Janet’s take on the invitation, the Club X men sent papered wife and new girlfriend into the Game room and arranged for their assets to be harvested from the debreasting booths.”

Wanda’s grin broadened as she spat, “It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the four stools being set up under four nooses on the dance floor while wife and girl friend got their chests bandaged were for breastless girls to play a Club-X-type game. It was then that we learned that here…in the city…girls air dance nude, and, the dice rolled, we would be doing that nude air dancing for seven minutes. We also learned that dead or unconscious girls would be hand spitted and sent out to be roasted seven minutes after we were let down from our ropes.”

Wanda frowned slightly as she glanced at her blonde friend, “Sue was unconscious after that air dance, her first ever, and after the dead girlfriend and unconscious wife had been sent out to the coals, Sue had sharply pointed steel inserted into her vagina. Sue woke up just in time to avoid being made meat, although there was some argument about that avoiding from Tyler. With Bill’s help, Sue and I won the argument and both survived our first death games in this…city. Sue learned how much fun air dancing is! Together, we learned about the rush you get from surviving sexually sadistic death games!”

Wanda’s frown became a grin again as she announced, “Then it was Janet’s turn to take a booth, and all of them being empty at the time, arranged for the potential menu-item waitress to fill the center booth while she and the three sisters helping out with the Balance Beam joust game followed her into the Game room to fill the other booths. While Sue and I watched the waitress getting debreasted, Sue admitted she would take a debreasting booth after playing sexually sadistic games at Club X IF we returned for that Saturday night, despite the fact that she had found the Club X men very frightening. I lobbied for her to commit while we then watched Janet get her breasts sliced up and her clitoris stretched out and lasered off, but she wouldn’t.”

“When Janet returned from the Game room, she had with her the address for Club X,” Wanda explained softly with a wry smile on her face. “I used that as an excuse to lobby Sue again for her company on that Saturday night six days ago. She again declined to commit, while Janet again said nothing at all. The next morning, after we were all made whole again, I got Sue’s phone call. She finally said yes. It was then that I told her I would ask Zatanna to join us and bring our number back to four again. Sue suggested six instead, so I asked Zatanna to bring some friends.”

“It was a long week for me as I waited to lead that next field trip to the fu…this city,” Wanda continued softly with a serious look on her face. “We arrived at our landing area near Final Fantasy and made the long and dangerous walk to Club X. It was there, outside the social club that we learned one of the new girls didn’t know why we were here…in this city…and the danger any man was to most every girl. I explained about the meat situation, and told her about our going to Final Fantasy with the intention of being debreasted after leaving Club X where we would be playing sexually sadistic games, some of which could put our lives in danger. She was a bit put off, even when Janet explained her breasts would be regenerated when we got back home.”

Wanda blushed and frowned as she admitted, “I’m afraid we applied a lot of peer pressure to make the girl commit to the long and dangerous night ahead…although I’ll now point out we had no idea just how much danger there would really be…we then asked her if she was going to make us all make the long and dangerous walk back to our vehicle without having had any fun at all. She admitted she could accept the danger, but asked for more specifics about what would happen in Club X. Tell the table exactly what you told that girl, Sue.”

“Okay, Wanda,” Sue agreed while blushing badly, “let me think and see if I can remember my exact words. I was frank and admitted that, other than the descriptions of some of the games played there, and some very general remarks, we ourselves didn’t know exactly how things work at Club X. I told her that we would likely be required to participate in some games in which we risked having pain applied to our naughty bits. I told her that if one of us lost those early games, she might lose some naughty bits as well, but pointed out we were going to have that done to ourselves at Final Fantasy later anyhow, so losing those naughty bits would be no big deal.”

“Let’s see now,” Sue said as she worked hard to remember the start of a long and memory filled night, “I told her that I suspected the games at Club X were going to get more severe as the night went on, and that eventually I thought that girls might be dying as well as risking sexual torture. Then I told her that I believed that if we didn’t fight the system, and instead employed our training to maintain cool heads in the face of danger, we should stand a much better chance than the other women at coming through the challenges. After that, I informed her that, in between the early sexual pain games and the games with some risk of life before the Club X lottery, I suspected there would be socializing and fraternization…all the way up to orgy level.”

“Thanks, Sue,” Wanda interjected softly before asking. “Can I ask how you knew we might end up being forced to participate in an orgy?”

“I didn’t KNOW, Wanda,” Sue spat bitterly as she realized Wanda might be making her into a scapegoat. “I swear Ted didn’t say a thing about having sex…except for the vibrators in the guillotine game…and my saying those words just then outside Club X were the result of an epiphany I had at just that moment. I guess, just then, I realized some of what I was seeing in Ted’s eyes as he played with my breasts might have been sexual desire rather than just a desire for sexually sadistic fun.”

“I swear, Hank, that before that epiphany, Sue had not talked about orgies…or even sex…at Club X with Janet and I,” Wanda said softly with hope in her eyes. “Did I tell you that you might have sex forced upon you at Club X, Zatanna?”

“No you didn’t, Wanda,” Zatanna admitted with a chuckle. “No one did, although that wouldn’t have stopped me from joining your girls’ night out if someone had.”

“I know, Zatanna,” Wanda replied with a knowing grin on her face, “but that part of Sue’s suspicion did upset some of the girls. I thought for a while that we might be making that long walk back to the time-ship after all. Can you handle it from here, Janet?”

“Sure, Wanda,” Janet replied calmly, “and I want to thank you and Sue for getting me to the point where I have I have to admit some failings to my husband. I wasn’t one of the girls lobbying to walk back to our vehicle, Hank, to avoid that fraternization that Sue said she thought MIGHT include sex…or even orgies. Instead I helped placate the girl that was worried the most that sex MIGHT get forced upon her, partly by telling her that no one would ever find out about it if it did happen because of Wanda’s rule number three. I’m afraid I’ll have to admit that I specifically told her that even you, dear husband, would be getting an edited version of what had happened on our girls’ night out as you regenerated our breasts, with any sexual encounters…if they occurred, and especially orgies, edited out.”

“So, there you have crime number one, Hank,” Janet said softly as her eyes filled with tears, “premeditated lying by omission…IF Sue’s SUSPICIONS proved to be true as we all now know they did. Then those suspicions of what MIGHT happen grew in my mind to what LIKELY WOULD happen, dear husband, I am forced to admit. Bill and his wife, Marge, were very honest with us.”

Janet’s voice quivered as tears streamed down her cheeks as she finally gave her most damning testimony by admitting, “Bill warned us that once we entered Club X we wouldn’t be able to leave, unless we had got ourselves debreasted, until the nightly lottery was over. Marge warned us that lottery would involve two girls getting randomly chosen to be killed for their meat. Bill warned us that he would have to appoint a male escort for each of us, and that keeping this male escort entertained would be very important to us, as he would decide which optional Club X events his ward would be entered into. Then, husband, Bill advised us to refuse no man the use or abuse of our bodies during the social periods between events, and made Marge admit that advice applied to her and the other club members’ wives.”

“So there you have it, Hank, if I did enter Club X, I was fairly certain that I would soon become guilty of cuckoldry,” Janet said softly as she sobbed in embarrassment and guilt. “While the word orgy wasn’t used as Bill gave his advice, it was clear that I would be FORCED to have sex. However, while no one forced me to enter that building, I did follow my escort in. I deserve to get gang raped while you watch, Hank!”

“It does sound like you deserve at least that, Janet,” Hank Pym replied softly, breaking the tables’ long silence as the do-gooders listened and drank their drinks. “Go on with your story of your cheating, wife. Let’s hear it all, without your stupid edits!”

“Okay, Hank,” Janet whispered as she wiped tears from her eyes, “I guess you deserve at least that much. After we entered the building, we found out we had to strip off our bikinis. Everyone, including men and papered wives are required to be nude in the clubhouse. I’m sure we all blushed badly as our newly appointed escorts examined our assets. I felt fortunate as, my escort, Andy Summers, seemed like a nice enough fellow…for as we waited for the dart game to start he settled for cupping my breasts while most of the other escorts were being more forward with their wards.”

“Describe this Andy, and don’t lie, Janet!” Hank Pym spat acerbically.

“He is about you and Ollie’s height, Hank, and muscular, but not beefy,” Janet replied while blushing badly. “He’s a professional quarterback, and I found him to be quite handsome. His skin is a light chocolate color. Yeah…I know you’re not going to let me get off easy…so I’ll take my medicine without being told. He is well equipped, but not heroically so. He packs a nice thick penis that I would guess is eight-and-a-half inches long. His scrotum doesn’t hang as low as yours does, but his testicles are the size of goose eggs just as yours are. Good enough?”

“Good enough, Janet,” Hank replied with a hurt look on his face. “Return to your story…his hands were cupping your breasts while the other escorts were being more aggressive with the other heroines.”

“Yes, husband, I’ll do that,” Janet replied softly. “Fortunately, for at least one of those girls, the dart game started. We all took turns having our breasts used as targets for men trying to impale darts in them. At the end of the first round, three heroines and Marge were tied with two other girls for high scores. I wasn’t one of them and got to sit down after taking darts in the uncolored portion of my right breast and in the areola and nipple of my left breast. Those puncture wounds hurt like hell, and I was happy not to be with my friends taking another round. Round two ended with Wanda and Marge ending up tied for the breasts with the most points scored on them, and round three ended with Marge taking three nipple shots from Andy. Wanda had to stretch Bill’s wife’s breasts out on the cutting board while Andy sheared them off her chest.”

“Bill disappeared for a while…to take care of Marge…and while he was gone the Club X leader announced that the social hour was to begin,” Janet whispered in a quivering voice with a blush on her face and tears in her eyes. “Hank, it was made very clear than any girl that didn’t willingly participate in the social hour would receive serious punishment, and yes, like most events at Club X it had a name. It is called, ‘the orgy of replenishment and rite of punishment’. There you have it…I’m guilty as charged! Can I stop now?”

“NO!” Hank hissed. “Describe your infidelity, woman!”

“This is humiliating, Hank,” Janet protested softly. “However, if you must insist, most of the girls, including my heroine friends, were pulled down atop their escorts’ phalluses as the men lay on their backs. My friends were told that the purpose of their taking those positions was to make all of their orifices available for use by the room. I didn’t want to become used so thoroughly, so, somehow, I managed to convince Andy to cover me in missionary position and engage in standard intercourse. He said he would be seen as being selfish, but relented and gave into my request.”

“I made the same request of my escort, Hank,” Sue interjected while blushing badly, “but he said he wasn’t willing to be seen as unwilling to share me with others, and pulled me atop him as he lay on the floor and forced me to begin unwanted copulation. Soon, that sharing of my assets did begin, as first Bill Jennings forced me to give him a brief period of fellatio before he took advantage of my other available orifice and forced anal sodomy upon me. My mouth wasn’t allowed to stay empty long, and soon I was being triple-teamed.”

“I got the same treatment, although I didn’t make any effort to avoid it,” Zatanna announced as she chuckled at Sue’s embarrassment.

“Me three,” Wanda admitted with a blush of her own. “I didn’t want to find out what happens to girls in the punishment area, so I made no effort to look reluctant. Get on with it, Janet. They’re going to insist on all the gory details.”

“Well, my copulation ended with both of us climaxing,” Janet admitted while tears once again flowed freely. “Meanwhile, the heroine who had been reluctant to enter Club X had angered her escort because of her lack of experience in performing fellatio. I heard him say he was going to whip her tits until they were bloody. Realizing that I wasn’t going to be able to get Andy to protect my orifices from being shared any longer, I convinced him to trade me to the heroine-in-trouble’s escort while he covered her as he had me. Andy ageed.”

“Yes, Hank,” Janet hissed softly, “I took a second partner of my own volition…but it was in an attempt to spare that other girl the tit whipping her escort was promising to give her. She was a bit on the innocent side, so I got that angry escort to accept the offered swap in partners by promising that I would give him first-class fellatio and then let him whip my breasts until Andy and the other girl were done with nice-slow intercourse. Then, I told him, he could still whip her breasts.”

“I gave that mean bastard one of my patented blow jobs, Hank,” Janet admitted in a quivering voice as she sobbed, “and then I got my tits whipped raw as they dangled before a bend-over bar, first by the asshole using a riding crop, and then by Andy, using a cat-o-nine-tails. However, my ploy worked…as far as the whipping of the other girl goes at least. Her breasts weren’t in too bad of shape when the call that the social hour was about to end came over the loudspeakers. This pissed off the mean guy, so he tried to force the other girl’s breasts into Spanish spiders so that he could ruin them for good. Bill showed up just in time to save her. That was the end of the orgy, if you can call what I did with two men that.”

“I wouldn’t think that qualifies, Hank,” Sue interjected softly. “I’m pretty sure I was used by a dozen men…every orifice multiple times.”

“I must have been taken by around fifteen, guys,” Wanda admitted with a blush.

“At least, and I guarantee the mess the three of us had draining from those sore orifices screamed orgy.” Zatanna announced with a chuckle. “The tissue with disinfectant that Janet needed applied to her breasts was larger than the washcloth she needed for her thighs, Henry Pym.”

“Hush up you three,” Hank Pym hissed angrily. “It only takes one man for a wife to make a cuckold of her husband. Let’s hear the rest of it, Janet, was there anymore sex.”

“Yes, Hank there was,” Janet replied truthfully in a quivering voice. “After, the social hour the ‘Truth or Dare’ game Sue told you about was held. During that game, Wanda and Zatanna had to do the public masturbating followed by getting their vulvas whipped with riding crops, as the girls told you about before we all agreed to entertain you while you were strapped into the penis guillotine. Sue also got the candle flames on nipples dare she found so fascinating, followed by a scorched clitoris. I was part of a dare too. I had to dock the losing girl’s nipples and then clip off her clitoris.”

“While none of that may have sounded like fun, things got worse, for the death games began,” Janet said softly while blushing again. “First up was ‘spin the bottle’ and everyone but me was volunteered to be potential sows in that game of chance. I was unhappy with Andy for not letting me take my chances. Wanda, Sue, and Zatanna all had their numbers drawn, and had to stand at the end of a gallows drop plank with a slack-less ropes ending in tightened nooses around their necks and their hands tied behind their backs. They must have been horrified when they heard the summed dice meant that the girl at the end of the rope who would soon be without a plank to stand on would have to air dance for sixteen minutes. Fortunately, when the unlucky girl’s number came up, it was a voluptuous green-eyed blonde who got to show off her air dancing moves, and not one of the heroines, for that girl became meat.”

“Men, evidently find air dancing to be most erotic, because all of the men on the gallows behind the girls they were escorting began having sex with those girls,” Janet explained as she again became teary eyed. “My three friends were soon being raped with their necks still noosed. Soon Wanda’s rape became sodomy as she stood at the end of her rope. Men are passionate about sodomy in this city, and soon Zatanna and Sue were freed from their nooses so they could have that done to them while on their knees. Andy wasn’t about to miss out in having sex with me, Hank, while we watched the blonde dance on air. As he positioned his member to sodomize me, I again talked him into intercourse by telling him the docking had made me horny and promising that he would get my best oral sex after he got me off. He agreed, and I don’t think I left him disappointed with missing out on anal sex after I kept my word following my climax. That was the end of sex, Hank, although Andy wanted to bugger me latter during the post-lottery executions. Can I stop and accept my fate at your hands now?”

“Before you answer, Hank, I think we best hear the rest of it, even if there was no more sex,” Oliver Queen interjected. “When Janet first mentioned the orgy, while you were out on the dance floor, she said Tara was the one who was about to get her tits ruined with Spanish spiders because she was unskilled at fellatio. Tara, as in Ice, Janet? Neither Ice, nor her friend, Fire, have been heard from for days. What happened, Janet?”

“This is my responsibility, Janet,” Wanda spat quickly before the spunky heroine could reply. “What happens in the future stays in the future, Oliver. Do you really want the burden of carrying even more secrets on your conscious? If you do, I’ll finish the story of our night at Club X.”

“You might as well, Wanda,” Zatanna said softly with a frown on her face. “They’ve all already guessed what happened. You might as well tell them how!”

“Very well, Zatanna,” Wanda replied with sorrow in her voice. “The next death game was called ‘Heads or Breasts’ where two girls were force to risk one or the other or both. That mean bastard, Kevin, finally got lucky and Tara’s number came up. Tara was very brave as she knelt with her breasts in a spring-loaded slicing blade designed to be triggered if breast movement was detected, and her tied hair holding her head high so that her neck could be targeted with a two-handed Samurai sword. The other girl lost her nerve and then her breasts. She didn’t live long before the Samurai took her head as well. Then, while we were celebrating Tara’s victory, they remotely triggered her breast trap, and after her pretty breasts plopped onto a silver tray, the Samurai beheaded her.”

“My number came up next,” Janet said softly, “and was forced to play a game of ‘Sow and Garrotes’ where four of us girls got to sit in chairs with slowly tightening garrotes around our necks while struggling to keep what air we had managed to get in our lungs before the tightening began. At the one-minute mark, one sow got her clitoris turned into a crispy critter with a white hot poker, at the two-minute mark, one of the other sows got her breasts removed one at a time with hand shears, and at the three-minute mark, the two damaged sows and one of the two remaining undamaged sows got released from the chair to watch the fourth sow strangle to death. I was the undamaged sow who got to watch that fourth sow get converted to meat. The declitted girl was already meat…she had screamed and lost her air as her love button got cooked.”

“I got to play a second death game after Janet’s close call,” Zatanna chuckled with a smile on her face. “It was disgusting! I had to play ‘Heads or Tails’ while trying to hold in the water from an enema rather than hold off climax as it was played in the version Sue was told about. If both of us contestants, strapped into the guillotine in a bent over position, had managed to hold our water past the five minute mark, we would have had our breasts sheared off one at a time in an attempt to break our will. The papered girl I was competing against lost her water at four minutes and forty seconds, and her head a split second later.”

“That was the end of the pre-lottery death games,” Wanda said as she took over the story telling. “Sue, Beatriz, and I had our numbers pulled during the lottery and joined seven other sows in standing on trap doors with the impaling spits secured vertically below us and inserted cervix-deep into our vagina’s. Adjacent to each of us sows was a post with a pair of Spanish spiders, hanging from chains in open position.”

“Two of the ten or us were randomly and secretly selected to get the open Spanish spiders, being held over each of our breasts one sow at a time, triggered so that the ‘spider legs’ would spring closed, impaling eight hooked spikes deep into the bases of the each of the ‘winner’s’ breasts,” Wanda said softly with sorrow in her eyes. “Once the sow had her breasts trapped in the debreasting device’s jaws, the slack in the chains leading to the post was taken up and the trap door triggered open. Each winner then sank downward as gravity, slowed at first by breasts chained to posts, pulled her downward onto her spit until fully impaled. The sow’s rate of impalement increased once her breasts ripped free of her chest. Beatriz was one of the two lottery ‘winners’.

“Now you know, Oliver,” Wanda said forlornly. “It was a terrible night, but those are common here in this…city. One of my purposes for continuing to come here is to reduce the frequency of such terrible nights being forced onto girls. Despite Tyler Roberts trying to get the rest of us docked and declitted so that he could have heroine relics, the four of us made it back to Final Fantasy. What is it going to be, Hank? Are Janet and I going to get gang raped for your viewing pleasure when we get back home?”

“I’ll decide that later, Wanda, for you’ve still left something unsaid,” Hank Pym said softly as he glared at his wife. “Who was the girl that got herself spitted on a Jessica machine? It was Firebird wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was Bonita, Hank,” Wanda admitted as tears filled her eyes. “She entered herself into the lottery because she couldn’t bring herself to risk getting the pain of debreasting thrust upon her…and because she was fascinated with the idea of getting one final slow cold-steel fuck! She chose to pay for her drinks by risking that sordid impalement from vulva to mouth…and I believe she really enjoyed fulfilling that final fantasy of hers. I told Janet and Sue that I didn’t know how we were going to explain letting that happen to Bonita to Cap and the rest of you Avengers. It was then that rule number three became an unbreakable condition of our visiting here.”

“I swear that Wanda is telling you the truth, Hank,” Janet whispered with an urgent need to be believed. “Rule number three was never about hiding the fact that I had put myself into a position where sex was forced upon me. I did NOT intentionally cuckold you!”

“I believe you, Janet,” Hank replied softly with sorrow in his voice. “However, you admitted that you knew the risk, and let your curiosity about Club X and loyalty to the other heroines make you decide to take that risk. One more question about this Andy. Did you like or love him?”

“I liked Andy,” Janet admitted softly in a quivering voice, “who I’ll likely never meet again. We got along well for having just met. However, you have no reason to be jealous. I LOVE you, Hank, and YOU alone!”

“I love you too, Janet,” Hank Pym replied softly with a silly smile on his face. “I love you too much to share you with a gang of bikers. However, despite the fact that you were right and things weren’t as bad as I imagined, you will not go home without being punished for your cuckoldry. You’ll get the spanking you deserve here at Final Fantasy, and then what I’ve learned here…and done here…will never ever be discussed again. You and the rest of your debreasting club members are going to have an uncomfortable moment or two tonight as well, Wanda!”

“Fine, Hank,” Wanda said softly with pleading eyes. “Do whatever you need to do to make yourself feel better. Just…all of you…promise to remember rule number three and keep what you learned to yourselves.”

Chapter 19. Cuckoldry’s Reward

“Those two papered bitches have been munching, along with the coaches, on Zvetlina and Julie sandwiches for the whole time we’ve been talking about Club X, Wanda,” Zatanna observed softly now that the time for arguing seemed to have ended. “They seem really happy at being allowed to be those sports heroes’ eye candy. The coaches seem to be enjoying their company as well. Maybe they won’t get sent into the Game room to get their marriages ruined.”

“That IS most certainly possible, Zatanna,” Wanda replied softly with a look of relief on her face—the new field-trip participants having all promised to keep quiet about the missing girls. “The nightclub is packed, so a lot of people are going to see them send those girls into the debreasting booths if they do. That may discourage the coaches from doing that tonight, assuming they like cheating on their own wives with younger, more beautiful women. They may not want to have their hobby of debreasting their married dates widely known.”

“Coach Taft doesn’t strike me as the type of fellow that worries about what people think about him, Wanda,” Janet observed with a wicked grin on her face. “I bet he’s just waiting for the girls to finish their last bites of the sandwiches made from breasts they converted to bacon, before ordering them to offer their own puppies up as food. I think they’ll get converted from papered girls to sows soon enough.”

“Actually, I hope those men hold off for another fifteen minutes, Janet,” Dinah chirped and then giggled. “Then I’ll flip a coin with you to see who gets to turn a redheaded sow into a debreasted rich girl headed for a divorce.”

“I think we’re about to find out if Janet’s right, Dinah,” Zatanna announced jovially. “The blonde just poked the last bit of sandwich into her mouth and washed it down with champagne, or whatever they’re drinking over there. Now Coach Taft just said something to her. I don’t have to be a lip reader to know that he just asked her if she has ever played the debreasting booth game from inside the booth, she said no, and he said she should give it a try. Look, now Assistant Coach Sacrino is talking to the redhead. Look at the fear on both girls’ faces.”

“Well you better get ready to take your retribution out on the blonde for nearly scaring you into getting spitted, Zatanna,” Wanda said softly with a knowing smile on her face. “I’m pretty sure I just saw the telltale nod by Coach Taft to the Jessica machine between the Game room door and the dance floor. Given choices of two undesirable fates, I’m pretty sure those girls are going to take their chances in debreasting booths.”

“Too bad, Dinah,” Hank Pym quipped facetiously as he watched the two girls dressed in evening dresses rise from their chairs with disbelief on their faces, “it looks like I’m going to get to watch my wife do the redhead’s ta tas in instead of you. Go join Zatanna in giving those girls cuckoldry’s just reward, darling wife!”

Janet blushed badly as she was fed more punishment for her own perceived infidelity, and then grinned wickedly as she snapped back, “You don’t have to tell me to go do something I was already going to do, Hank. I want to try playing the debreasting booth game from the kitchen side of the debreasting portals for fun, and not because I’m mad at someone. I’m going to do my damnedest to make that redhead enjoy getting her puppies knocked off. Come on Zatanna, let’s go hide over by the edge of the dance floor, now that the Game room door is closed, and wait for debreasting portals to be filled and debreasting options to be set.”

“Have fun, girls,” Sue said softly with a sheepish smile on her face. “Do try to follow Janet’s lead and make the young blonde girl enjoy her debreasting experience, Zatanna. However, if the opportunity arises, do include a countdown in that fun you are helping those girls enjoy!”

“HOLA!” Princess Diana chortled as she heard Sue’s words. “It seems even sweet Sue can enjoy teaching deserved lessons.” The Amazon then promptly downed the remnants of her glass of Lactic Blaster.

“Hey, Zatanna, the big D-cups belong to the blonde, right?” Janet asked with confusion on her face as she nodded to the large breasts that had just been thrust through booth 1’s debreasting portals. The spunky heroine grinned as a perfect pair of pinkish-brown-tipped C-cups were then thrust through booth 2’s debreasting portals.

“Yeah, the long-haired blonde definitely has at least a cup size on the redhead with the pixie cut…well for the moment,” Zatanna whispered back. “Why? Oh! I see. The pinkish-brown tips on the larger breasts are a darker shade than the smaller breasts. Come to think of it, they’re not particularly fair-skinned either. While I’m sure she still COULD be a natural blonde, Janet, with darker than normal breast tips, it’s more likely that she’s colored her hair…just like so many girls do where we’re from. Hey, I just had a light bulb go off in my mind. After I pop those balloons, it’s going to be easier for her hairdresser to keep her secret!”

“Very funny, Zatanna!” Janet spat with a giggle. “I don’t think that’s going to make the top ten reasons for why a girl should get herself debreasted!”

“HEY,” Zatanna chortled, “Now there’s an idea. Let’s start polling the girls we play with on the kitchen side of the booths…just before we pop their balloons. Wanda can start keeping a list of answers!”

“Ah oh!” Janet hissed. “Judging from the way both pairs of nipples suddenly stiffened, I think their owners heard you. Come on. Let’s go talk to the pretty ladies stuck in bacon traps.” Janet quickly stepped past the Justice Leaguer to stand before booth 2, and quipped, “Now this is a pleasant surprise! A debreasting booth window set on two-way transparency. Good for you, Miss. I’m Janet. Is it okay if I enjoy playing a nice booth game with you?”

“I’m also pleased as Punch about being able to stare into those laughing hazel eyes of yours, young lady,” Zatanna chuckled gleefully as she lifted up on the bases of the large D-cups with the palms of her hands, “or rather young sow, I guess would be more correct. I hope you don’t mind my returning the favor of your playing a debreasting booth game with me, Abby. I’m Zatanna…just in case you’ve forgotten my name. Go ahead and answer Janet’s rhetorical question, Carla.”

“Sure, Janet, it is okay if you enjoy playing a nice booth game with me,” Carla replied calmly with hope in her blue eyes. “I’m sure Abby feels the same, Zatanna, especially if you see to it that our games end the same way as you and your blonde friend’s…uhhh, Sue, wasn’t it…did.”

“Now that sounds like a reasonable request, Zatanna,” Janet quipped facetiously. “I think it would be fun to pamper Carla’s pretty breasts, and then see if I can slap her debreast button on the very last second of booth time!”

“Wait!” Abby whined with alarm in her eyes. “You don’t think we were trying to debreast you girls do you, Zatanna? We intentionally waited until you girls’ timers had expired. Please do the same for us!”

“Well that certainly is an idea for consideration, Janet,” Zatanna replied with a chuckle and then enjoyed the look of hope that flooded across the lovely long-haired blonde’s face. “Do you think Coach will be alright with our giving these girls a pass on sending their pretty breasts to the kitchen?”

“No I think Coach Taft will be upset about his balloon popping party not getting off to a proper start, Zatanna,” Janet replied with obvious honesty. “I think he’ll be pissed enough to put both of these girls on Jessica’s back…and then probably both of us as well. What do you think, Carla?” Janet asked with a friendly smile on her face as she lifted the turreted C-cups protruding from the debreasting portals in front of her to gauge their weight.

“I’m sorry, Abby, but I’m pretty sure Janet is right,” Carla replied in a quivering voice. “If nothing else it would give him a reason to take another shot at getting Zatanna’s fillet speared. Coach went on and on about how delicious he thinks your prime cut will taste, Zatanna.”

“Yeah, Coach sure has a one-track mind about that, Carla,” Zatanna chuckled with a sheepish look on her face. “Something tells me Coach will do everything he can to see my fillet on his plate…unless I can manage to keep it well out of his reach. However, if I have to risk getting it speared tonight, after you girls have had the same done to yours, I will. It’s either that or I deliver sandwiches made from Abby’s breast bacon to his table personally. Your call, Abby! Which is it going to be?”

“Well this really blows, Carla,” Abby said in a shaky voice with a frown on her face, “but I think we better accept debreastings. Maybe our husband’s won’t divorce us. What do you say?”

“I’d say that’s a pretty weak maybe, Abby,” Carla replied softly with resignation obvious in her blue eyes. “However, I agree. Getting ourselves debreasted is the best of two really stinky options. Are you going to personally deliver sandwiches made from my breast bacon to Coach Sacrino, Janet?”

“No, Carla, I won’t,” Janet replied softly with a friendly smile on her face. “Zatanna can do it, or leave it for the waitress. I’m not going to get close enough to those guys for them to start coveting MY meat! Now that these sows have made up their minds about their fates, shall we check their debreasting options, Zatanna?”

“Yeah, we might as well see how they’re going to be rewarded for their cuckoldry, Janet,” Zatanna replied with a wicked grin on her face. “I’ll read Abby’s options first. Then you can tell me what Carla’s breast-reduction therapy is going to be.”

“Works for me, Zatanna,” Janet chirped pleasantly, ignoring the jibe that might have been meant for her as well as the papered girls. “Tell you what, though. Let’s pay them back for that one minute of very eager breast pleasuring you and Sue were rewarded with earlier. Then we’ll give them bonus time for the duration of their debreastings! How does that sound to you, Carla?”

“Given my limited set of options, Janet,” Carla replied with a nervous giggle. “Please do get started. I don’t mind the foreshortened stint in this bacon trap you just hinted I might get.” Carla moaned with pleasure as she felt warm lips begin suckling her turgid left nipple.

“Come on, Abby,” Zatanna said with a chuckle as she watched Janet begin eagerly pleasuring doomed flesh, “let’s see if I can get your moans louder than Carla’s!” Zatanna bent and began teasing a turreted right nipple with her teeth before sucking hard.

“UUUH AAHH! Zatanna, you naughty girl,” Abby gasped softly. “That feels great! I bet we win the moaning contest if you keep that up!”

“Well your wife certainly seems to have put any worries about that spanking you promised her to the back of her mind, Hank,” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he watched two sets of at-risk breasts being orally pleasured. “Don’t wait TOO long to make her ass cheeks glow, or she may forget what the spankings for!”

“Put a lid on it, Ollie!” Wanda Maximoff hissed with obvious irritation. “Janet has never done anything meant to hurt Hank in her life. As often as we heroines get sex forced upon us by villains, frequently with you guys watching that being done to us, we don’t consider it happening to us a major setback. We all took the prospect of a possible orgy at Club X in stride. However, none of us did so while flashing our attributes like bitches in heat. What happened happened…now forget about it!”

“It WILL be forgotten by the time we get home, Wanda,” Hank Pym replied grimly. “However, I’m going to make Janet take her spanking in stride first. Just because you girls get your pussies plundered by the bad guys on a regular basis, shouldn’t make you girls numb to the fact that you’re being wronged…and so are the people that love you…when it does happen! It’s too bad you didn’t consider having all that ‘makeup’ applied to your face for that National Enquirer cover story Ollie brought up to be a major setback, Wanda. I can tell you for a fact that Captain America and the rest of us Avengers were pretty upset about it, regardless of how many climaxes you managed to have while those men gangbanged you!”

“You men don’t even know how cruel you’re being just now, do you, Hank?” Wanda spat acerbically back as the image of what had happened to her filled her mind. “You’re even more numb to seeing heroine teammates debased than you think we are about it happening us. I’ll have you know that Enquirer reporter photographed my mouth, wedged open with a dental gag for hours while I was secured in a bent-over position in stocks, being use by fifty or more men. Do you know what upset me the most about that happening, Hank? Not one man took advantage of my vagina being available for use. I couldn’t even steal one climax for my troubles. That I felt TROUBLED about missing out on a forced climax added to my debasement!”

“Any of us heroines would feel so, Wanda,” Sue said softly in an encouraging tone. “Don’t let these oafs get to you!”

“Sue is right, Wanda,” Dinah said with a blush on her face. “These guys are being stupid oafs, and are never going to get the point unless you can put it in a perspective they can understand. Here is the point, guys. You get to have sex with fifty beautiful virgins, and are encouraged to do your best to tame them forever, so long as you don’t squirt even once! How would you feel about that?”

“Terribly unfulfilled, obviously, Dinah,” Oliver Queen replied with a sheepish grin on his face, and then he chuckled heartily. “I’m sorry if you had the blue balls the next day after you had that oral orgy forced upon you, Wanda.” As the table laughed and Wanda blushed badly, Oliver added in a serious tone, “Actually, I’m sorry I teased you about that happening to you. You girls deserve a lot of respect for the way you’re able to accept what gets dished out to you and then come bouncing back in your battles to see justice served and evil defeated.”

“Why thank you, Oliver,” Wanda replied with a smile on her face. “You learn to look past the setbacks and forward to the things you do enjoy…like watching your friends popping breast balloons. Look, booth Zatanna and Janet are reading those papered girls debreasting options!”

“Guillotine blade, without any sub-options, Janet,” Zatanna announced with disappointment in her voice. “It looks like Abby wasn’t interested in trading her boobs for a nice pleasure-beam-induced climax.”

“Carla selected guillotine blade too,” Janet replied while shaking her head in bewilderment. “Why the two-way windows, after choosing a nearly instantaneous death for your breasts, Carla? This isn’t going to leave you with pleasant memories of your debreasting.”

“Abby and I didn’t want to give the coaches the satisfaction of hearing us cum as our bacon got poached, Janet,” the redhead replied with sorrow in her blue eyes. “However, we figured since everyone in the room most likely saw us get sent into the Game room by the coaches, it was useless to try to hide our identities. This way we can try to act like we don’t care about what the coaches forced upon us.”

“Yeah, I guess Carla and I were being spiteful to the men that used us and then decided to dispose of us…likely literally,” Abby replied softly in a quivering voice. “In retrospect, I guess we were being both selfish and foolish. We aren’t going to be able to brag about our debreastings to our friends if we manage to avoid live butchering following our divorces. Is there a reset button for the debreasting options, Zatanna?”

“No, Abby, I don’t think there is,” Zatanna replied softly. “You girls have made your beds, and now you’re going to have to lie in them. These nice big D-cups with very large and surprisingly brownish areolas are about to be sent to the kitchen. I hope those large nipples tipping them are still turgid when your bacon gets sliced up for deep-frying! On ten, Janet?”

“Sure, Zatanna,” Janet replied with a giggle, “let’s give these breast balloons a countdown before sticking a pin in them…no…wait. Zatanna, I might have an idea that will make this more fun for everyone involved. Carla, you’re stuck with your debreasting option, but I might be able to arrange for at least one of you girls…I mean sows…to have a climax forced upon you as your balloons get popped. Are you willing to let the coaches…and the rest of the room…hear that…if I can arrange it?”

“Sure, Janet,” Carla replied with a sheepish smile on her sultry face. “I guess I’ve changed my mind too, and would rather have a more interesting debreasting experience, even if it provides more amusement to the men that sent us in here. Zatanna’s countdown would have been exciting, but I think even more excitement would be better.”

“Oh, you girls will still get your countdown, Carla,” Janet said with a wicked grin on her face. “However, if I can arrange it, that countdown will be accompanied, at the very least, by sighs of climax!”

“Look, Wanda,” Sue said while nodding towards the dance floor, “Janet seems to be trying to get Bill’s attention as he talks to Coach Taft. I wonder if there is a problem with one of the debreasting booth computer consoles?”

“I don’t know, Sue, but you’re right, something is going on,” Wanda replied softly as she watched with obvious interest. “Ah! Bill has seen her and is getting up from the coaches’ table. I’ve got the feeling this is going to be interesting!”

“Do you need something, Janet,” Bill Jennings asked as he grinned at the spunky heroine. “I would have thought that, by now, you girls could debreast those sows on your own!”

“Oh, we can and will, Bill,” Janet replied with a wicked grin on her face. “However, I thought your patrons could use more entertainment than seeing two sets of breasts guillotined off of these rich girls’ chests.”

“I’m not going to reset their debreasting options for them, Janet,” Bill spat sternly. “If I started giving the sows in those booths second choices, Jane’s workload could get atrocious.”

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind, Bill,” Janet said with a laugh. “I was wondering if you could arrange for portable orgasmatron emitters to be placed under those sows. Zatanna and I are going to simultaneously slap both of their debreast buttons after the first one climaxes. Zatanna and I haven’t talked it over yet, but I think we might give them a ten-second countdown after that climax, to give the other sow a chance to get off as well.”

Bill Jennings shrugged his shoulders and then admitted, “That would make for a more interesting show for Coach, who, by the way, is back to being peeved at me for his not getting to sample Zatanna’s meat. If I don’t placate him somehow, he’ll pull his usual routine and make me pay a pension to one of my waitresses. Tell you what, Janet, I’ll have Jane reset that subroutine for both booths’ orgasmatron emitters. What intensity setting would you like, and would you like me to have her adjust the subroutine to declit those sows as well?”

Janet laughed as both girls in the booths gasped and their nipples swelled rock hard, and then replied, “I’d be really pleased if Jane can hit them with maximum intensity pleasure beams when I give the word, Bill. Oh, could you be a dear and have a waitress bring us some accessories?” Janet leaned close to the nightclub owner and whispered into his ear.

Bill Jennings roared with laughter before chortling, “Sure, Janet, anything for you, you naughty girl! Anything else?”

“No…WAIT!” Janet urged with an ear-to-ear grin. “I just wanted to be sure to remind you that this is to be Dinah’s only visit to Final Fantasy.” Janet Van Dyne grinned wickedly as Bill Jennings again roared with laughter before rushing off to do her bidding.

“Hey, Kaori is taking two silver trays out to the dance floor,” Dinah squealed with excitement as she squirmed in her chair. “Do you think Janet is going to let those rich bitches’ tits drop to the floor once she and Zatanna are done ruining them? I think it’s more fun to make them look at the pillows they once called their own!”

“Mayhap friend Janet does truly enjoy wet plopping sounds, friend Dinah,” Princess Diana offered with a smile on her face. “That the breasts fall to the floor need not prevent her from letting the girls in yon debreasting booth see their severed appendages, once retrieved and hefted upwards.”

“Very true, Diana,” Oliver Queen replied with a twinkle in his eye. “However, it could be that those trays are not just for sound effects. Janet obviously asked Bill to do something for her before he went into the Game room. Perhaps those trays will be needed because Waspy asked for access to those booths’ docking tubes. It may end up being unfortunate for the big-titted wench in booth 1 that the clean-up crews replaced the docking tubes after those adulteresses were done using them when they played their game on this side of those booths.”

“What’s going on, Zatanna,” Abby asked wide-eyed with concern as she watched her booth game partner stoop to place the silver tray under her breasts as they protruded from her debreasting portals. “Why are you placing that tray under my boobies?”

“Mr. Jennings wouldn’t change your debreasting option, Abby,” Zatanna replied softly and then chuckled. “Those big knockers of yours are still going to get guillotined off of your chest. The trays are needed because Janet and I are going to have to be real fast in changing our hands from debreast buttons to nipples. Coach Taft might get angry if his food drops onto the dirty floor, so we asked for nice clean trays, just in case. Janet has another surprise for you sows as well.”

“What kind of surprise, Janet?” Carla asked suspiciously as Janet straightened up after placing a silver tray under her C-cups. “What are you girls up to?”

“I told you already, Carla,” Janet replied with a mischievous grin on her face as she giggled, “that I was going to arrange for at least one of you girls to be climaxing as your balloons get popped. Mr. Jennings agreed to have that part of your debreasting options reset. Here’s basically how it’s going to work…I give you more details later. In a moment high-intensity pleasure beams are going to begin bathing both you and Abby’s vulvas. As soon as we hear one of you climax, Zatanna will start counting to ten. At ten we slap your debreast buttons. Hopefully, we’ll hear both of you sighing in ecstasy before the guillotine blades reach breasts.”

“ICE HOT!” Abby squealed. “That will make for a fun story of how I lost my boobies. I flunked orgasm aversion in my sex education class in school. I’ll probably be the girl that gives into the pleasure beams and sentences our breasts to execution.”

“I hope you’re right about that, Abby,” Zatanna said with a chuckle. “Only one of you is guaranteed a cum, and debreastings are a lot less troubling to girls who leave those bacon traps with a glow in her loins. So, are you girls ready? Shall we get started?”

“Sure, Zatanna,” Carla replied with a grin on her face, “we may as well get our breast poaching started. Hold off on accepting climax for as long as you can, Abby, as I’m usually a little slow at getting off. I want a nice cum too!”

“I’m sure you’ll manage a nice intense orgasm, Carla,” Janet assured the sultry redhead behind the booth window, and then stripped off her bikini top. “Here, you can stare at my engorged nipples and imagine docking them off my breast tips if you want. Let Abby see yours too, Zatanna,” Janet urged and then laughed as both Abby and Carla licked their lips as they saw the thick, turgid nubs tipping Zatanna’s silver-dollar-sized pinkish-brown areolae—exposed as the Justice Leaguer let her black bikini top drop onto the floor besides Janet’s blue one.

“That’s the spirit, you sultry redhead,” Janet chortled gleefully as she watched Carla’s smallish nipples tipping smallish pinkish-brown-tipped areolae visibly swell. “Jane, if you can hear me, we’re ready out here. Give these sows thirty seconds to enjoy the pleasure beams before upping their antes, okay?”

Zatanna chuckled heartily as Abby almost immediately began moaning in pleasure and then urged, “Try not to pay too much attention to the pleasure beams, Abby. You’re going to enjoy that stay in your bacon trap more if you can resist setting it off for as long as possible. Come on, Janet, I think I’ve guessed your game strategy, so let’s give these sows our best suckling and get their nipples rock hard!”

“Fun!” Carla spat excitedly and then moaned softly in pleasure as she felt Janet’s warm, wet mouth on her turreted left nipple. “My nipples are particularly sensitive, so…OHhhh yeeEA…I just might not be able to stave off climax longer than Abby…UUuuh NICE…if you keep pleasuring my breasts THAT enthusiastically!”

“Now that’s a sound you don’t hear every day,” Hank Pym declared with a happy grin on his face as he listened to the erotic moans of pleasure being exuded from the two debreasting booths. “Cool! I could get used to that!”

“Give Janet’s nipples the same enthusiastic attention when you get home, Hank,” Wanda quipped with a grin on her face, “and you’ll get to hear it again.” As a questioning look formed on Wanda’s face she admitted, “Our two tablemates are being more enthusiastic in their breast worshiping than normal. Maybe their technique is improving with practice.”

“Nah, that isn’t it, Wanda,” Oliver replied with a laugh. “I’m pretty sure Janet and Zatanna are just working really hard to get those rich girls’ nipples ready for the clipping I expect they will soon be getting. I bet at least one nipple each comes off in bits instead of whole.”

“While, I’m sure neither of those girls enjoyed seeing those papered girls brutally torture Zvetlina and Julie,” Sue said softly as she stared out at the debreasting portals, “I doubt they’ll resort to such cruelty themselves. Janet, at least, promised to try to make the redhead enjoy her debreasting booth experience.”

“Maybe you’re right, Sue,” Dinah chirped excitedly, “but it looks to me like they do plan on docking the rich bitches’ tits. The docking compartments just opened up! COOL!”

“Zatanna, what was that sound?” Abby squealed loudly as her hazel eyes filled with concern. “Did you hit my debreast button?”

“Now that sounds like the blonde you’re pretending to be, Abby,” Zatanna chided while chuckling jovially after pulling her lips from the big-breasted girl’s right nipple. “WHEN we slap you two’s debreast buttons you’ll know it almost instantly!”

“It was our docking tube compartments opening up, Abby!” Carla announced with more disgust than fear. “These girls are going to mutilate our breast tips before they harvest our bacon! Isn’t that right, Janet?”

“Maybe, Carla,” Janet replied with an evil grin on her face and laughter in her blue eyes. “That depends mostly on you sows. Do what I do, Zatanna, while I explain those details I mentioned earlier.”

Zatanna laughed as she watched Janet push her own turgid nipples against Carla’s engorged nubs, and rub breast tips together. “Oh I see,” Zatanna quipped with a wide smile on her face, “they get to feel the tips they coveted the only way they can with most of the rest of them on the other side of The Wall.” Zatanna followed Janet’s example with her own breast tips causing Abby’s moans of pleasure to become gasps of fear and apprehension. “Come on, Janet, let’s hear those details while these girls feel the nubs of flesh they can’t have rub against the nerve rich tips they might soon lose.”

“Wait…don’t hurt me like that, Zatanna,” Abby pleaded with a quivering voice. “We picked guillotine to get the pain of our debreasting over with quickly. Please don’t prolong and intensify that pain by docking us first!”

“Like I said, that depends mostly on you girls, Abby,” Janet replied with laughter in her voice. “Carla’s timer is approaching six minutes of booth time left. The first sow to climax during the next three minutes gets docked while we do the ten second countdown to your debreast buttons being slapped. If the second sow gives in and accepts orgasm before Zatanna gets to five, she’ll be docked as well. If you can both avoid climaxing within the next three minutes, neither girl gets docked. Okay?”

“Damn you, Janet,” Carla grumbled with obvious frustration. “You must know from the way we harvested those sandwiches for the coaches that we…I at least…have a thing about docking and fantasies about having it done to my own sensitive nubs. These orgasmatron emitters have to be on maximum. Even without those fantasies running through my mind, I don’t think I would last another three minutes in this booth.”

“Carla is right, Zatanna,” Abby groaned as she gasped in pleasure. “I won’t make it. I’ll be docked for sure.”

“If you don’t want it to happen to you, then don’t climax, Abby!” Zatanna urged with laughter in her eyes. “Just think of something else. I know…let’s talk about hair color. You were born a brunette, right?”

“Wha…how did you know, Zatanna?” Abby asked in obvious confusion.

“Well, I couldn’t be sure, Abby, but the color of your breast tips are unusual for a blonde,” Zatanna replied and then chuckled. “After these melons I’m rubbing my nipples against get hacked off your chest, only your hairdresser will know that you color your hair.”

“Your friend is a real comedian, Janet,” Carla replied with disgust in her voice. “Look, if you want to send me over the edge, just put the docking tube over one of my nipples. Go ahead! I could use a good cum right now.”

“Great idea, Carla,” Janet chortled jovially. “Let’s use the docking tubes to act out what they did to the double-D cups before they converted them to bacon, Zatanna. Try not to climax as you feel the razor blades pinch your turrets, girls…we’re only teasing you…for now.”

“Right, Abby, please don’t climax right away,” Zatanna urged facetiously as she reached into the docking compartment with her right hand. “Let’s have all the fun we can before our booth game together comes to an end. Okay, Janet, I have my thumb on the slider. It was the left nipples first, right?”

“Correct, Zatanna,” Janet replied as she grinned excitedly. “The left nipples get three pretend bites, with only the last one pinching areola below the base of the nipple. Then we pretend to do the right one correctly. Zatanna, when the time comes, WAIT for me to tell you to dock Abby. Don’t ASSUME I’m going to do it when you THINK it’s time. On the other hand, you’re a big girl….”

“Understood, Janet, now let’s do this,” Zatanna chuckled as she lowered the open barrel of the docking tube towards, Abby’s left nipple. “Three bites, Abby…isn’t that how it’s done…the very tip, then the first half, and finally the nipple remnant? This is pretend, Abby! Don’t climax and make it real! One…two…three…change breasts, and then pinch on three, Janet?” Zatanna asked as she saw the spunky heroine also had her docking tube over left nipple, and then watched the Avenger nod.

“ONE!” Janet spat as she listened to the gasps and moans coming from the redhead in the booth struggling against climax rise in volume as she let the razor sharp edges rotate downward and touch both the tops and bottoms of her nipple tip while Zatanna did the same to the blonde. “TWO!” the spunky Avenger called out and, after pulling the rotating half-disks back open, joined chuckling Justice Leaguer on pinching mid nipple with a dangerous torture device. “Three!” the winsome Wasp announced as she allowed her reopened blades to close against areola, just below nipple base. She knew from Abby’s gasp, the raven-haired heroine had done the same.

“Change breasts and…ONE,” Janet chanted as she pushed the open barrel over Carla’s turgid right nipple, followed by “TWO”, as she let the twin blades begin to slowly rotate closed, and finally, “Three” as the closing blades finally trapped areola just breast-ward of the nipple’s base. Once again Janet could tell from Abby’s moans and whimpers that Zatanna had done the same, and in doing so had the blonde on the verge of sexual release. “Nicely done, sows! You survived your first taunt!”

“Let’s give them some more nipple suckling, Janet,” Zatanna suggested softly. “Their ability to fight off climaxing should be rewarded. Fifteen seconds for each nipple?”

“Sure, Zatanna,” Janet replied with a giggle. “That should get them pretty close to the halfway mark of their three minute periods. Then we practice our docking techniques again…this time correctly on left nipple as well as right. I’m going to let the razor blades break skin during the second, but, hopefully, not draw blood.” Janet bent her head and began suckling as the redhead in the booth gasped in desperation.

“I must admit, friend Wanda, that I am finding this debreasting booth game most entertaining,” Diana said softly before draining the glass of Lactic Blaster in her hand. “The girls in the booths are obviously finding the threats to their teats most erotic. They will climax soon, I am most certain.”

“Yes they will, Diana,” Sue agreed with a smile on her face. “They are getting quite a pleasant reward for the sacrifices they are about to make considering they selected the guillotine as their debreasting options. I think those papered girls will consider this an acceptable debreasting even if our friends decide to punish then for their treatment of Zvetlina and Julie by docking them. I hope they don’t do that though.”

“I hope they do!” Hank spat angrily. “Cheating wives don’t deserve ACCEPTABLE debreastings.”

“Sour grapes do not become you, Hank!” Sue Richards observed with a frown on her face. “I was watching when you and most of the rest of the male Avengers sat idly by in the name of guarding secrets while Arcade had Janet and Wanda orally and vaginally raped by dozens of men on worldwide television. If you can let that happen to your wife, Janet’s actions at Club X should easily be deemed acceptable to you. Mete out your spanking, if you must, and then shut up about it!”

“Yeah, shut up about it!” Dinah interjected as she watched Hank prepare a reply. “I want to watch Janet and Zatanna pop a pair of breast balloons. Look, they’re lowering docking tubes to left nipples again. I bet they ruin those rich bitches’ breast tips this time!”

“Okay, time to tease again, Zatanna!” Janet announced gleefully as she listened the two girls in the booths moaning in pleasure as insidious pleasure beams bathed there vulvas. Left breasts done correctly this time! Hold your wits together, sows. You’re going to feel the pinch this time! ONE!” Janet proclaimed as she and Zatanna pushed the open barrels over Carla and Abby’s turgid left nipples. “TWO” the Wasp announced as the two heroines allowed razor blades to rotate towards turgid flesh while they adjusted the amputation tools’ positions. “THREE!” Janet shouted as the closing blades of the docker finally trapped areola below the targeted nipple’s base. Janet watched carefully as she allowed the sharp blades to pinch the flesh and watched skin part.”

“NNNNNnnaaaaaRRRGGHH!” echoed through the nightclub, as Zatanna carefully stopped the closing of her docker’s blades. The Justice Leaguer glanced to her right to see a look of jubilation on Janet’s face as the spunky heroine watched the redhead in the booth before her gasp loudly in climax. “ONE!” Zatanna counted!

“OOOOoAAARRHGGGHH!” Carla gasped as orgasm ripped though her loins and muddled her mind. “CLIP ME! JANET, PLEASE! NNNNNAAAAAGGHH! SNIP MY LEFT NIPPLE OFF, JANET, PLEASE. THEN THE RIGHT!” Carla bellowed at the top of her lungs as she writhed over the orgasmatron emitter, while she heard the raven-haired girl call out, ‘TWO!’

Janet stared with fascination into the bucking girl’s eyes as she begged for mutilation, and then down to the engorged nub of flesh being pinched by two sharp razor blades. Janet knew she could easily let the blades slowly rotate closed and give Carla her wish for agony. She had done it before. ‘She wants it so badly!’ washed through the heroines mind, as she heard Zatanna announce, ‘THREE!’ “Patience, Carla!” Janet urged as the girl in the booth began issuing one continuous sigh of orgasm. If Abby climaxes, Zatanna and I might simultaneously de-nipple you both.”

Zatanna grinned as Janet finally glanced to her and shook her head, while the threat she had made added desperation to Abby’s fight against climax. Zatanna Zatarra smiled and let the button on her docking tube slide a little forward as she stared into Abby’s face and yelled, “FOUR!” She wondered if Abby wanted docking as much as Carla did. The raven-haired heroine wondered if she didn’t want to let the blades close even tighter on the blonde’s turgid nipple.

Abby felt the razor blades close into her sensitive left nipple, and she knew she was beginning to be cut. She knew her docking had started, and plunged into helpless climax just as the chuckling girl before her called out, ‘FIVE!’

Janet grinned as she heard the girl in booth 1 join the girl before her in mind numbing ecstasy. Both girls had failed her challenge, and deserved to be docked. “Are you ready to take these girls left nipples, Zatanna?” Janet asked while giggling loudly as Zatanna proclaimed, ‘SIX!’

Zatanna glanced down from Abby’s rapture-filled face to the cut she had caused at the base of the nipple at the end of her docking tube’s barrel, and then over to Janet, just as the Avenger winked. “You bet, Janet,” Zatanna proclaimed loudly. “Let’s clip them slowly and finish them on the count of ten! SEVEN!” Zatanna chuckled as Abby began bellowing in both pleasure and fear.

“Works for me, Zatanna,” Janet chortled gleefully, “even though that means one lump of breast bacon donated by each sow seconds from now will have nipples, and one lump from each won’t. Get ready, Carla, you are about to find out why this establishment is called ‘Final Fantasy’!”

“YES!” Carla screamed at the top of her lungs as she heard Zatanna yell, ‘EIGHT!’ “Do at least one nipple, Janet! I want to know how it feels!”

“OH, GOD!” Abby hollered between orgasmic sighs. “I don’t…or maybe I do!”

“Do it as we stand to the side of the debreasting portals, Janet!” Zatanna, the performer, urged emphatically. “Nine! We have an audience! Let’s give them a great view of breasts tumbling downward in air. Debreast button hands…READY!”

Both heroines slid sideways to stand to the right of doomed sets of breasts. Then they opened the docking tube blades and reached for debreast buttons with the tubes in upraised hands. Janet laughed at the surprise on Carla’s face—the redhead suddenly realizing the pinch on her left nipple was gone, but missing the expected agony of its removal from her breast tip! She was probably still wondering if it was still there when Zatanna bellowed, “TEN!” and she heard simultaneous clicks.

“SLAPPED!” Janet Van Dyne screamed with obvious passion over the swooshing sound of downward rushing metal that was punctuated by a loud clang. The spunky Avenger stood slack jawed with wide-open eyes as the glint of metal passed behind the set of C-cups protruding through the debreasting portals beside her; the breasts seem to remain where they were, hanging in air, for what seemed like an eternity; and, as if in slow motion and accompanied by a duet of agony-filled screams and releasing restraints, the conical orbs of flesh tumbled downward. Janet grinned with jubilation as a wet ploppity, plop, plop, plop echoed through the room, and then whooped, “POPPED!”

Janet glowed with satisfaction as she bent and picked up the silver tray at the base of debreasting booth 2, and then hefted it before Carla’s tearful face as the nightclub filled with loud applause. “They landed nipples up, Carla,” Janet chortled gleefully, “and made great plopping sounds.”

“Your melons made even louder plops, Abby,” Zatanna added as she held the tray with even larger breast bacon lumps, also pointing nipples up, before the bawling blonde’s face. “I’m sorry about the nipples fake-out. It only seemed fitting though, seeing as you did something similar to me and Sue. I’ll get sandwiches made from your breast bacon over to you and Coach Taft right away. Do remember to put on your bottoms before you leave the Game room.”

“Thanks for playing the debreasting booth game with me, Carla,” Janet said softly with a friendly smile on her face. “I guess I will deliver sandwiches made from your breast bacon to you and Coach Sacrino after all. What did you think of our game, if I might ask?”

“I thought it was ICE HOT, Janet!” Carla replied with a sheepish grin. “Thanks for making what could have been a regrettable partial donation very memorable. Hopefully I get to keep that memory for a while. The pain I’m feeling now isn’t going to be remotely comparable to the pain I’ll feel if my husband finds out I cheated on him and has me live butchered after a quick divorce.”

“Best of luck to both you and Abby with that, Carla,” Janet said sheepishly as she nodded. “I have my own cuckoldry to pay for, and my husband doesn’t seem to be as understanding as I hope you girls’ husbands are. See you momentarily.” Janet quickly turned and hurried after Zatanna towards the food ordering station, while the booth attendant pulled Carla into the back of the Game room to be bandaged along with Abby, and the clean-up crew went to work cleaning up blood from the insides and outsides of booths 1and 2.

Chapter 20. Jessicas For Two?

“Wow, that looked really fun!” Dinah declared with a grin on her face while giggling softly as Janet and Zatanna retook their seats after delivering their trays of conical meat lumps to the kitchen. “I bet you girls had a real blast ruining those two rich bitches’ chests!”

“Well, I enjoyed myself,” Zatanna acknowledged while chuckling with obvious satisfaction, “although it surprises me to admit it. It was a fun game to play. We gave those girls a real rollercoaster ride, before ultimately giving them the same sort of false alarm they gave me and Sue.”

“Not quite the same false alarm we got, Zatanna,” Sue noted as she nodded to the two papered girls now wearing round bandages on their chests and the upper parts of their evening dresses hanging below their torsos as they exited the Game room door, “as they ULTIMATELY got debreasted, while we did not. Still, they do have smiles on their faces. I’m glad you girls made their game fun for them.”

“Yeah, we and they had FUN as we made them CUM, and then sent their puppies tumbling to the floor as baCON,” Janet quipped gleefully with a wicked look on her face before her countenance became more serious. “They’re headed back to the coaches’ table with nervous looks on their faces now. They are probably wondering how long the rest of their evening will last, before they get sent home to their husbands to be butchered for their cuckoldry. I wonder if I’ll join them in dying for my perceived adultery as my cuckold orders me onto Jessica’s back to be properly spanked?”

“Enough, Janet,” Hank Pym replied softly with a frown on his face. “Our tablemates have told me to be done with my sour grapes. You’ll pay a steep penalty for your adultery, after which I’ll apologize for spanking you so harshly, and then you’ll apologize to me for having given me reason to mete out your punishment. I promise, your apology won’t come with a spit exiting your mouth. With your spanking and our apologies over with, all will be forgotten, and we will go back to being the same loving couple we’ve always been.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Oliver exclaimed with a smile on his face as he raised his glass of Lactic Blaster and held it over the center of the table. “Considering everything that happens to people like us as we battle against evil, I know a little illicit sex followed by a severe spanking isn’t going to ruin you two’s marriage. Besides, Hank, after spending a few hours in her company tonight, I’m pretty sure Janet IS a world-class pain slut, and I suspect your spanking is going to seem like a reward to her rather than a punishment. Drink up!” Oliver grinned as his tablemates laughed and clanked glasses while Janet both blushed and grinned.

“Ah, here is Kaori with our sandwiches, Janet,” Zatanna interjected with a nervous smile. “Here’s your chance to get away from the teasing. Wish me luck, boys and girls, as I try to vouchsafe my fillet by playing waitress. Let’s go, Janet!” Zatanna took a tray of two halved breast bacon sandwiches on small plates from the smiling waitress, and then watched as Janet took the other tray, which was loaded with three halved sandwiches, one of them vegetarian. The two heroines headed for the table of three men and two breastless girls.

“Coach Taft,” a blushing Zatanna began softly in her most pleasant tone, “I’ve brought you and Abby breast bacon sandwiches to enjoy. They’re halved, just in case one or both of you want to trade for Carla sandwich halves. I should have done so when Sue did earlier, but I also want to congratulate you and Coach Sacrino for pulling off the big win.”

“Yes, congratulations on making sports history at Metropolitan University, Coach Taft and Coach Sacrino,” Janet chirped with a smile on her face. “I have Carla sandwiches for you and Carla, Coach Sacrino, also halved in case you want to trade for Abby sandwich halves. I’ve got vegetarian for you, Bill. Thanks for helping us make all four of us girls’ games fun!”

“You are most welcome, girls, and I’ll return the thanks,” Bill Jennings replied with a grin on his face as he watched the two heroines distribute the sandwiches. “I appreciate you helping the coaches and their dates out. Coach Taft, you have a favor to ask of Zatanna, don’t you?”

“Yes, Bill, that’s right,” Coach Taft acknowledged while chuckling as he grinned at the raven-haired Justice Leaguer. “Zatanna, Coach Sacrino believes I wasn’t thorough enough in my assessment of your meat in the dairy the other day to justify my, as he puts it, infatuation with your fillet. He points out that I actually did not inspect your fillet with my hands. Do drop your bottoms and assume the proper position so that I can verify what I already know. Then let Paul make his own assessment, so that he can admit he was foolish to question MY judgment when it comes to fresh fillets!”

“WHAT!” Zatanna gasped and grew pallid. “I’m not…dropping my bottoms…and making…my fillet…available…for purchase! Please don’t ask…THAT…of me…Coach!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter before, after finally regaining his composure, chortling, “Nice try, Coach, but it looks like the third time is not the charm with this girl’s fillet. I’ll suggest a compromise to Zatanna, and then I’ll make a request of you and Coach Sacrino.”

Bill grinned at the coach and waited until he nodded before commanding, “Zatanna, stand beside Coach Taft’s chair with your feet shoulder-width apart and your hands behind your back. Janet, you are to take the same position beside Coach Sacrino’s chair. You girls are going to allow these men to make a proper assessment of your fillets through or under your bikini bottoms. When the coaches are both done, you girls switch positions and let the other coach inspect that prime cut of meat at the apex of your legs.”

“Coaches,” Bill said softly but sternly as he stared at Coach Taft, “I want to remind you that you are in MY nightclub, and point out that I rely on female clientele for the profit I make here. That clientele is going to dwindle if they see their sisters getting turned into meat, barring those few girls whose luck runs out in the nightly lottery and the occasional foolish girl who forgets her bottoms when she exits the Game room. I’ll not be pleased if you make my clientele dwindle, and leave my bacon traps empty of breasted mice seeking the orgasm-inducing cheese within them. Make your assessments, but don’t you dare dishonor my friendship and damage my livelihood by sending either one of these girls to ride on Jessica’s back. The debreasting booths on the other hand…. However, I already informed you of the likely consequences of that.”

“Now, do as I told you, girls, and behave yourselves while these men play with their potential food,” Bill ordered as he stared sternly at first Zatanna and then Janet. “They’re all yours, Coach. I’m going to go sit at their table and make sure their men don’t do anything foolish. I’ll be back later. Don’t let Coach Taft ruin this celebration before it gets started, Paul, by pissing me off. Remind him that he’ll likely get a fourth shot at collecting Zatanna’s slightly marbled fillet some other time if he is patient enough…without hurting my livelihood!” Bill Jennings stood, picked up the vegetarian sandwich plate, and walked away.

“What the hell is going on, Bill?” Hank Pym asked as he watched his wife move to stand beside the younger coach’s chair, while a blushing and visibly quaking Zatanna did the same beside Coach Taft’s. “What are those men talking to my wife and Zatanna about?”

“They are talking to the girls about their meat, Hank,” Bill Jennings replied softly with a twinkle in his eyes. “They are discussing their fillets to be specific. Those coaches are about to treat your tablemates to the same tactile assessment that you’ve been giving my waitresses. I’m afraid there is a pretty good chance we are about to see one or both of those girls put on Jessica’s back and then sent out to the barbecue pits for live roasting.”

“WHAT!” Hank roared with horror in his eyes. “Can’t those Coaches see that I’m watching this? Surely they won’t kill a girl for her meat while her husband is watching!”

“If Janet was a papered girl, and her husband was watching, Hank,” Bill replied tersely, “she would be wearing a dress and not a bikini. The fact is, she doesn’t HAVE papers to prove her marital status. To those coaches, and anyone else that is watching, those girls are just free rangers who got too far away from their male escorts to be afforded any protection by the presence of their men. Now they’re the coaches’ livestock, and if those men choose to thin the herd, they are within their rights to do so.”

“No way, Bill!” Hank hissed in anger. “I’m not going to allow either of those girls to be killed! Come on, Ollie, let’s go bust some heads!”

“You’ll stay where you are, Hank!” Bill commanded calmly but sternly. “You too, Oliver! You boys don’t have the RIGHT to interfere, and if you try to do so anyhow, the coaches will end the argument by making the girls meat right then and there. Those sows’ fates are in the coaches’ hand. Their best chance of enjoying the rest of the evening is to meekly put up with the assessment of their fillets, and hope that the coaches decide to go along with Final Fantasy protocol. Here, each of you grab a vegetarian half sandwich and enjoy a bite of food while we watch those girls enjoy a very interesting experience.”

Coach Taft chuckled as he watched the bearded male at the primary reserved table take a bite of sandwich, before proclaiming, “Damn that Bill Jennings is good with people! It looks like we’re not going to have any trouble with the men from these sows’ table, Paul. Let’s get on with assessing their meat, while our ‘dates’ watch and munch on themselves.” Coach Taft roared with laughter as he watched the two sheepish-looking papered girls trade plates, and then chided, “Eat each other then. What do I care? Do eat up though! A cab has already been called for you.”

Coach Taft turned and looked up at the raven-haired girl wearing a perplexed look on her face, and quipped, “I can tell you right now, Paul, there is no way I’m going to give Zatanna’s fillet a pass. You can decide for yourself whether Janet’s is going to get speared. Assume the position, Zatanna!”

Zatanna Zatarra grew pallid with fear as she heard Coach Taft’s pronouncement, but did as she was told and instantly straightened her back, slid her feet shoulder length apart, and crossed her wrists behind her back. Two trips to the 41^st Century were enough for her to know full well the folly of disobeying a male from that time zone. She could see that Janet had learned the same lesson as well, as she also assumed the position without even a glance to her husband. The Justice Leaguer groaned inwardly as she felt fingers push against her pubic mound, but steeled herself against bending her neck and looking downwards.

“Ah, hell, this isn’t going to work,” Coach Taft grumbled as pressed his fingers against the trembling girl’s bikini bottoms over the bulge of her mons pubis and gently pinched the far side of the fleshy mound towards his pressing thumb. “The cloth is getting in the way of getting a proper feel of her meat. I’m going to pull the top of your bottoms out and down, Zatanna. Don’t lose your nerve. Bill won’t put your gourmet meat cut up for sale unless it gets completely uncovered. I’ll leave your bottoms on…mostly.”

Zatanna blushed beet red, generating a chuckle from Coach Taft, as she felt, first, a breeze on her exposed skin, and then, warm fingers and thumb pinching inward over her clean-shaven mound. The raven-haired heroine took comfort in being able to see Janet getting the same treatment, and then shivered and mewed as she felt Coach’s little finger brush over her engorged clitoris.

“Just as I expected, Zatanna,” Coach Taft chortled as he stared upward into the raven-haired girl’s blue eyes with blue eyes of his own. “Your mound is nice and meaty, and a bit soft, no doubt indicative of the thin layer of fat that will give it the slight marbling I desire. That your clitoris is nice and engorged tells me you are enjoying the prospect of donating your fillet to me as part of my celebration meal.”

“How about my mons pubis, if you don’t mind my asking, Coach Sacrino?” Janet inquired softly with a wry smile on her face. “Perhaps you would like to share your assessment with your tablemates as well. Am I edible?” As she waited for her answer, Janet smiled at Zatanna in hopes of improving her spirits, and then at the two papered girls, which she and Zatanna had minutes ago debreasted; Abby and Carla seemed to be having a good time as they ate sandwiches made from each other’s meat with obvious relish, and watched the entertainment the two heroines were reluctantly providing them with smiles on their faces and interest in their eyes.

“Oh, definitely very edible, Janet, but I’ll not decide if your meat will be on my dinner plate until I’m completely done with my assessment,” Coach Sacrino replied with a grin on his face and a gleam in his brown eyes. “For a relatively petite sow, your pubic mound is actually quite meaty. It’s nice and firm though. I’ll bet you work out a lot.” He laughed as he engendered both a blush and a wicked grin from the girl before him as she nodded.

“Just remember, I’m going to get a chance to evaluate your assessment of Janet’s prime cut, while you learn for yourself that I was right all along about Zatanna’s, Paul. Speaking of Zatanna, it’s time to verify the meatiness of the sides of her fillet and her labia majora. This will take another minor adjustment of your bottoms, sow.”

Zatanna nodded downward to indicate that she had heard the words of the man beside her, and blushed another shade of red deeper as she felt him pull down on the fabric covering her crotch. The Justice Leaguer felt him twist the cloth several times, and saw, from what was happening to Janet’s bikini bottom as the assistant coach mimicked his boss, that the cloth was being rolled into a narrow band. Then she heard a gasp, from her throat, and a giggle, from Janet’s, as the two coaches simultaneously tugged upwards on the rolled cloth bands to pull the material into their vulvas, leaving both girls with two sets of labial lips protruding downward on either side of the cloth.

Janet could see the bitter embarrassment that Zatanna was feeling on the dark-haired girl’s face as she watched Coach Taft press his fingers against her fellow heroine’s crotch with one hand on either side of her vulva, and then push his thumbs into the folds between her labia majora and labia minora. The spunky heroine forced a smile on her face as she felt warm hands between her own legs doing the same with her privates, and then joined Zatanna in mewing as she felt the gentle pinch as her trapped flesh was squeezed between the surrounding digits.

“Damn, this sow’s fillet is thick and meaty, Paul!” Coach Taft zestfully proclaimed. “I’m going to see it harvested! That’s for damn sure! What about Janet’s? Is it going to be targeted by the sharp point of a spit?”

“Once again, Coach, for a girl of her size and weight, this sow’s fillet is pretty meaty,” Paul Sacrino replied and then laughed as he watched the girl he had his hands on grin. “Her meat is definitely going to be lean, but I prefer my fillets that way. Yes, Coach, I do think I’d like to munch on Janet, but not as much as I don’t want Bill upset with me. Give what Bill asked of us some consideration as we examine these two sows’ pink meat, Coach.”

“I always give what Bill Jennings says to me consideration, Paul,” Coach Taft announced with a hearty chuckle, “and then I consider just how much of what he said was meant to manipulate me into doing what HE wants instead of what I want. Now stick your thumbs up that sow’s twat and finish your appraisal of that expensive cut of meat that she temporarily stores at the apex of her legs. Are you going to spear it, or not? Meanwhile, I’ll do the same to Zatanna.”

Zatanna gasped and then moaned, and had to use every bit of willpower she possessed not to uncross her wrists and push Coach Taft’s hands away from her sex, as she felt him pull the crotch of her panties to the side and press the fingers of each of his hands into her labium between her labia minora and labia majora. Then she felt him gently press into her inner lips and lower vagina with his thumbs, pinching her most tender flesh between his digits. The Justice Leaguer heard the coach grunt with satisfaction, before he began rhythmically probing one thumb deep into her vagina while gently circling her engorged clitoris with the other. Her blush deepened yet again as she heard the low, guttural moan of need escaping from her throat while she watched Janet’s pink meat get appraised.”

“I’ve made my assessment, Paul,” Coach Taft announced jovially, “but let’s hear your assessment of the smaller sow’s asset first. Then I’ll do my bragging before we trade sows.”

“You’re not fooling anyone, Coach,” the assistant coach replied with a laugh. “You want me to go first so that you can play with your food a while longer. I can already hear you roar with laughter when that sow cums around your thumb.” Coach Sacrino dropped his hands away from his sow’s sex as he grinned up at her and noted she was holding her breath as she fought against her own arousal, and quipped, “I’ll be a gentleman, Janet, but don’t get your hopes up. Coach won’t go easy on you when it’s his turn to stick his thumbs up that nice wet vagina of yours.”

Paul Sacrino laughed as first relief and then apprehension filled the face of the stunningly beauteous girl beside him, before declaring, “Coach, this sow is really blessed with a lot of pink meat, and she has one of the largest clitorises I’ve ever seen on a vulva of her size. I swear, Coach, we could clip her love button and end her sex life without benefit of a vacuum extractor! She’s damn wet too! She’ll juice herself as the spit tip parts labial lips!”

“I sure hope so, Coach Sacrino,” Janet replied with a wicked grin on her face. “I would sure hope to get one last big climax as I get my final, cold-steel fuck! Thanks for all the nice things you said about me, Sir.”

Janet smiled inwardly as she failed to mention that one of the benefits of a regenerated clitoris was, like male penises, the new one was always genetically perfect in terms of both size and function. She laughed as the thought struck her that, every girl having access to a Chula nanogene tissue regenerator should get herself declitted once, and then, realizing the men had heard her laugh, suggested, “Why don’t you tell us about Zantanna’s pink meat, Coach Taft. She looks close to climaxing!”

Zatanna’s low, guttural moan became a long, barely audible groan of hopeless despair as she fought against the embarrassment of suffering forced climax before an audience of hundreds. This was clearly not Coach Taft’s first time with one thumb in a girl’s vagina and her clitoris under the other. So distracted was she with fighting against giving into sexual release, she almost missed the coach assert, “Zatanna has nice thick inner lips, Paul, she’s sopping wet, and her little love button is rock hard. I guarantee we’ll see her squirt cunt juice around inch-and-a-half-thick sharply pointed metal a few minutes from now!”

The room roared with laughter as they heard a long, high-pitched gasp of unwanted sexual release being issued from the dark-haired girl riding their hero’s thumb. Coach Taft had forced a climax on the girl he was about to put on Jessica’s back so that a spit could spear the fillet he coveted for his celebration meal.

“How in the hell can these people be so apathetic about the impending murder of two human beings?” Hank Pym asked in disbelief as he watched Janet and Zatanna meekly switch places so that their fillets could be appraised a second time. “From what those coaches said, they plan to slowly impale both Zatanna and MY wife on steel spits. We can’t let that happen, come on Ollie!”

“Remain seated!” Bill Jennings hissed angrily. “Wanda, I told you that if you brought heroes with you to Final Fantasy, you needed to carefully explain to them the way things work in this society before you got here. Why didn’t you listen to me?”

“I did, Bill,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a hurt look on her face. “Please believe me! I even made it clear they might have to stand idly by while they watched some of us get murdered for our meat. They said they understood. Listen, Hank and Ollie, you need to restrain yourselves or you’ll get all of us killed, and that won’t help Janet and Zatanna. Could you try to make them understand, Bill, before I play my final card?”

“I’ll try, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied softly as he glared with obvious disappointment at the big-breasted Avenger, “but you damn well better be holding an ace if I can’t get through to these boys. Listen, Hank, you asked how my clientele could be so apathetic about the impending murder of two human beings. They aren’t. They don’t see Janet and Zatanna as human beings. They see them as girls, free rangers to be specific, who got too careless around men and became sows…and are about to get converted to meat.”

“Don’t talk…just listen!” Bill ordered as Hank got ready to issue a retort. “When I said they see them as girls…I didn’t mean female human beings. Girls are not human beings here…in the commercial and legal sense at least…they are livestock. It just so happens that our livestock…not counting the sows in the Orphanages…are allowed to roam free and experience life unfettered until their meat is needed for harvesting. The people in this nightclub see what is happening out at the coaches table to be the everyday conversion of free ranging livestock into meat for the slaughterhouse…or, in this case, barbecue pits.”

Bill frowned as he saw the look of disbelief and horror spreading across Hank’s face and urged, “Please understand that girls have been filling the role of livestock in this culture for hundreds of years. I know Wanda must have explained about the epidemic that wiped out the meat sources you have in your world. I know that she explained the need for controlling the female population…what with so few men in the world here.”

“I’m not being cold-hearted, Hank,” Bill continued with sorrow in his eyes. “I don’t like the situation, but it is what it is. Listen, were you ever around livestock when you grew up? Did you ever come to see one of those animals as a pet you cared for?”

“Yes, Bill,” Hank replied softly as he watched his wife’s privates get inspected by Coach Taft, “I spent three consecutive summers, before graduating from high school and going to college, with my uncle at his dairy in Kansas. I got along pretty good with one of his cows, which I named, Bessy. She would even let me ride her like a horse.”

“Whatever happened to this cow, Bessy, Hank?” Bill asked softly as they watched Janet and Zatanna shivering with apprehension as their vulvas were inspected.

“She ran dry in the middle of my third summer there,” Hank replied with obvious emotion in his voice as he watched his wife’s privates get exposed for a second time as the bottom of her bikini was pulled aside in preparation for Coach Taft’s inspection of her labia minora, vagina, and clitoris. “My uncle tied her to a post out behind the dairy, put an X on her forehead with chalk to mark where her brainpan was, and shot her with a rifle. He spent the rest of the day butchering her and putting her meat in the freezer.”

“How did you feel about that happening, Hank?” Bill asked calmly as they watched Janet and Zatanna gasp as they struggled not to have climaxes forced upon them.

“I was heartbroken, naturally,” Hank replied softly, “but I got over it. And, yes, before you ask, I ate some of her as well. Her tenderloin was delicious!”

“Yes, tenderloins are delicious,” Bill agreed with a sheepish look on his face. “Don’t tell anyone, but I prefer that cut to fillets. We care about our livestock too, Hank, perhaps more so than you ever could because we can communicate our needs and wishes to them better than you could with your livestock. Sometimes we care enough about a particular member of our livestock to make them beloved pets. We give those girls papers so that they can’t easily be made into sows. However, should those pets die, their meat isn’t allowed to go to waste. Wanda?”

“As Bill said, Hank, girls are livestock here,” Wanda said with urgency in her voice. “That livestock is generally well treated until their meat is needed. Breasts and vulvas aside, I’ve never saw a girl who had been mutilated. No eyes were put out or faces scarred during those games at Club X. A sow’s butchering begins only when it is deemed she will become meat. It does appear that our tablemates, who have allowed themselves to become sows, might become meat. You mustn’t interfere, Hank, not even to save your wife and my best friend.”

“Besides,” Wanda pointed out as she played her ace-in-the-hole, “if there is anyone who can stop those men from converting our tablemates into meat, it is Zatanna, herself. The city-wide energy field that suppresses metahuman abilities has no effect on the arcane arts. If those men continue with their intentions to make our tablemates meat, not knowing the dire danger they are in, our magic-wielding friend will either accept this culture’s laws and customs and ride Jessica, or she will slaughter every single human being who tries to interfere with her leaving this place. We can only watch and hope those men respect this nightclub’s protocol.”

“Well, Paul, let’s hear it,” Coach Taft demanded with a grin on his face as he stirred his right middle and index fingers in Janet’s vagina while he gently teased her clitoris with his left middle finger as she moaned and gasped beside him. “Is that one fine Grade-A prime fillet that you’ve got your thumbs up?”

“Indeed it is, Coach,” Paul Sacrino admitted with a sheepish grin on his face as Zatanna mewed and sighed over his pumping right thumb while he circled her engorged clitoris with his left thumb. “This sow’s fillet is thick and meaty with plenty of pink meat. She has cum at least twice on my thumb, so I’ll have to admit that I think you are right when you say she’ll grease the spit with her juices. I’m pretty sure she’ll be sighing in climax from the second the spit tip parts her lips until her cervix starts being pierced. That said, what about Bill’s request that we not hurt his business by letting the girls in the audience see a couple of patrons murdered for their meat?”

“Bill is rich enough as it is,” Coach Taft spat angrily, before insisting, “and I’d have to be a moron to pass up a chance to eat that sow’s fillet. Besides, knowing Bill Jennings the way I do, I’m sure he’ll make these sows’ spitting seem like a planned part of the double tournament championship celebration. He’ll probably convince his female clientele that these two volunteered to ride the Jessicas, so long as their slow conversion to meat seemed to be a reluctant one. Janet will be a reluctant volunteer, won’t she Paul?”

“I’m sure you are right about Bill turning whatever happens to his advantage, Coach,” the assistant coach agreed with a grin on his face. “That doesn’t mean he won’t be extremely pissed at us though. In case you hadn’t noticed in the dairy the other day, these sows and the two cows that were with them seem to be his pets. However, I’m in. I’ll spit Janet if you refuse to wait for that fourth chance at Zatanna’s fillet that Bill seems to think you might get some other day. However, now that I’ve giving you the satisfaction in knowing that I was wrong in doubting your assessment of Zatanna’s prime cut, I’d like to know what you think of my assessment of Janet’s.”

Coach Taft roared with laughter as he diligently worked his fingers into Janet’s vagina and over her swollen love button, before declaring, “I think you did a damn fine job of appraising this sow’s fillet, Paul. Your plate won’t be as full as mine, but I’m sure it will be mighty tasty. What do you think, sow, are you ready to get your fillet speared by a spit on Jessica’s back?”

Janet Van Dyne gulped loudly in mid moan of pleasure and then smiled wryly down at Coach Taft before replying, “I think you have the most talented hands of any man I’ve ever met, Coach Taft. That’s what I think. I’ve been on the verge of climaxing for minutes. As for getting a spit shoved up my vagina, that’s something I might do someday, but I’d rather not experience tonight. No matter what Bill Jennings does or says, I’ll make sure all his clientele know I’m getting shafted against my wishes.”

Coach Taft again roared with laughter, before admitting, “We could gag you, but that wouldn’t let Bill make your spitting look consensual either. I’m a fool for even considering letting you sows become girls again. Zatanna could have her career as one of Bill’s cows end and I’ll never see her fillet in my reach again. She was in a debreasting booth when I got here for Christ’s sake! Are you and your tablemates doing booth stints so that you don’t have to enter the nightly lottery, Janet?”

“No, all of us part-time milk cows…agreed to do booth stints…tonight, Coach,” Janet replied with obvious honesty, as she stammered between gasps and moans as she fought against debasing herself by letting Coach Taft’s relentless masturbation of her sex force a climax upon her. “Booth stints…with the intentions of…winning a free…orgasmatron ride…without making…partial donations. Zatanna and Sue were…as you saw…pretty freaked out…with that close call…Abby and Carla gave them. No harm done though…as Zatanna and Sue…are still breasted. I’ll take my turn next…in a debreasting booth…and then Wanda…and definitely before…the nightly lottery. None of us girls…have said we will…enter the lottery…Coach…but we’re…no strangers…to lotteries. A tablemate…lost the lottery…on our first…visit to Final Fantasy…and rode…a Jessica machine. I was…runner up…in the lottery…during our most recent…second…visit here…and narrowly missed…getting the…headman’s axe.”

“Well, Paul, do we spit these girls now, and piss off Bill?” Coach Taft said softly as he diligently worked his fingers into the moaning Janet’s wet vagina and stirred around her engorged clitoris while the assistant coach did the same to an even more desperate sounding Zatanna. “Or do I gamble at having another shot at harvesting her fillet in a situation where Bill won’t feel peeved about it? Tell you what, Paul, we’ll leave it up to the sows to decide. Let this crowded nightclub hear us force climaxes from both of you sows, Janet, within the next five seconds, and I’ll let you both go back to your table. ONE…TWO….” Coach Taft roared with laughter over the double staccato sigh of two thoroughly debased heroines, and the nightclub was filled with raucous applause!

Chapter 21. Revelations, Preparations, and Uncomfortable Introductions

“Oh no!” Sue gasped with horror on her face over the din of the crowded nightclub. “Coach Taft and Assistant Coach Sacrino forced climaxes on both Janet and Zatanna while the entire roomful of people watched and listened. They are going to be so embarrassed and demoralized. At least it looks like the coaches are letting them return to our table instead of making them mount Jessicas.”

“Yeah, I guess I better go show Coach Taft my gratitude for his not spitting those girls, as I’m sure he wanted to,” Bill Jennings said softly with a subtle smile on his face. “Now I can forget the speech I’d made up to explain two girls getting voluntarily spitted to bring a little excitement to Coach’s big night, and make up one that will explain the coaches taking tactile liberties with two customers, and why that won’t be permitted by anyone else. I can’t lose costumers because of their worries about being sexually abused!”

“On behalf of your female clientele, I thank you in advance for that, Bill,” Wanda said softly with concern on her face. “However, before you go, could you help us out with a…discussion…we are having here at our table. Hank found out about the social hour at Club X, and wasn’t too happy to hear that Janet had participated in what amounted to an orgy. What would have happened to Janet if she had refused to participate in the sex?”

“Well, the best thing that could have happened to her if she’d tried a stupid stunt like that, Wanda, would have been a severe whipping,” Bill Jennings replied as he obviously struggled to suppress his usual roar of laughter. “If she had continued to refuse to let the Club X men use her body after that whipping, she would have been sexually nullified and then converted to meat. I knew you girls wouldn’t volunteer for that kind of sex when I asked you to come to Club X, Wanda, so I didn’t tell you about the social hour. In my defense, I was pretty certain that you would all comply with our rules and customs, once you were in the club itself.”

“That’s no excuse, Bill!” Hank replied tersely as he watched his wife approaching with both embarrassment and excitement on her face along with a thoroughly crushed Zatanna. “Once they learned from you, outside the building, about the requirement to let their bodies be used and abused, they could have returned home. They had another choice!”

“I’m afraid that would have likely been a disastrous choice, Hank, had the girls made it,” Bill Jennings replied softly with a serious look on his face. “Because of the many girls visiting Club X during our Saturday night parties, there are quite a few men…predatory men…staking out the surrounding streets. Those men won’t risk raising the ire of the club by interfering with the girls on their way to the club. However, understandably, many girls change their minds about playing death games at the last second. Those predatory men are just waiting for such girls. I’m afraid that if Janet and her friends had done as you suggest, they would have ended up meat at a backyard barbecue. They wouldn’t have escaped sex either. Free rangers caught by such men are tenderized…gang raped…before the sows are spitted and put over the coals.”

“Hank, if you don’t want your wife to have sex forced upon her during her visits to this…city,” Bill asserted with a friendly smile on his face as he read the horror on Hank’s, “then ask her not to come with Wanda and her friends. These girls, at least some of them, will have sex forced upon them most every visit…if they don’t get made meat instead…or as well. You just watched another man masturbate your wife until she climaxed, while he was threatening to spit her…sorry to rub your face in it. As Janet seems to enjoy her visits to Final Fantasy even more than Wanda, I doubt she’ll listen to you. You have three choices, my friend: convince Janet to give up the girls’ nights out she loves so much, live with her choice to accept the risks that comes with the fun she gets from participating in these girls’ adventures, or divorce her.”

“Hi, Janet and Zatanna,” Bill chortled as the two girls took their seats at the table while giving no indication they had heard his lecture to Hank, “we were just talking about Janet. Let me be the first to say to both of you, how much everyone admired the way you put up with the two coaches, and the way you really let yourselves enjoy forced climaxes in public.” Bill Jennings roared with laughter as both girls blushed badly while Janet grinned wickedly and Zatanna frowned.

“I’ll tease you both some more about it later,” Bill said with a chuckle when he regained his composure. “I’m off to thank Coach Taft for not scaring the hell out of my female clientele, make a speech to explain his apparently inappropriate behavior with you two, and then return to the other reserved table to sit with some guests I’m expecting.” Bill rushed away with a grin on his face.

“What did Bill mean, when he said you were talking about me, Hank?” Janet asked with confusion or her face and concern in her voice. “I’m sorry you had to watch me get the public degradation we heroines crave so much satiated, and I hope you weren’t overly concerned for my safety.”

“Naturally Hank was concerned for your safety, Janet,” Oliver interjected dryly, “and I doubt it was pleasant for him to watch his wife receive masturbation, although at least some of your tablemates really enjoyed seeing you two humiliated by being brought off by hand jobs. However, that isn’t what Bill and Hank were talking about. Bill was giving Hank marital advice!”

“Marital advice?” Janet asked with obvious disbelief and a frown on her face. “He should stay the hell out of our business! Hank has already promised that once I pay his penalty for my adultery, he’ll forget about it.”

“It wasn’t Bill meddling, Janet, so much as it was his explaining to Hank the way things are here in the…in this city,” Wanda quickly explained as she saw how upset her best friend was. “We all learned that this city, which we girls find so fascinating and needs our help so badly, is even more dangerous to the female gender than we ever imagined. It will be difficult for Hank to see you continuing to join me on my visits here. The marital advice was more a list of Hank’s options to deal with that difficulty, one of which is your staying behind in the relative safety of the country. Even I think that was the most sensible option Bill listed.”

“Well, that’s not going to happen, Wanda!” Janet spat defiantly. “I’d rather get spanked after every visit we make. Of course, I am a pain slut! Who, besides Oliver, enjoyed watching me and Zatanna getting debased at those couches’ hands…literally” Everyone, except a red-faced and frowning Hank, burst into laughter as Dinah raised her hand and nodded her head vigorously.

“Thanks, Coach, and you too, Paul, for not making those girls meat in front of my clientele,” Bill Jennings said softly with a genuine smile on his face. “You’re going to have one hell of a victory celebration, Coach. Don’t let missing out on one particular fillet ruin things for you or anyone else. You’ll get your choice of stock fillets for dinner after the lottery. You too, Paul.”

“Not a fair trade and you know it, Bill!” Coach Taft spat vehemently. “I knew the minute I let those sows become girls again that I’d never get another opportunity to put Zatanna on a Jessica. I care enough about our friendship to let that slightly marbled fillet walk away, but it will cost you. I’m tempted to spit one of your on-duty waitresses, Bill, but I’m too cheap to pay for a fillet tonight. I’ll eat the one you’re buying me instead. That won’t save you a pension though! I’ll stick a waitress in the empty booths sometime tonight, and I’ll personally haul her tits to the kitchen. How about you, Cheryl? Want me to poach your bacon for real this time?”

“No, of course not, Coach Taft,” Cheryl replied with a pleasant smile on her face as she stepped beside her boss, “as I would rather keep my new job rather than receive a pension. I’m Bill’s manager now, and won’t be pulling potential menu-item duty.” Cheryl grinned and pointed at her sports bra with ‘Final Fantasy’ written on it, one word across each D-cup.

“You’ll have to make do with one of the other girl’s breasts tonight, Coach, but you should find a set of balloons you fancy popping,” Cheryl chirped as she maintained her pleasant smile. “We have two waitresses every shift who will happily do their jobs and donate their bacon if you ask them to when all the booths are empty. Of course, Bill and I, and most of the waitresses, will be hoping that at least one booth is always filled.”

By the way, Coach,” Cheryl announced without changing her pleasant tone, “you and Coach Sacrino’s dates’ cab has arrived to take them to an instant-care facility for skin grafts, and then home. Oh, and I managed to convince your company for the remainder of the evening that they needed to fix their makeup. They’ll be in the restroom for another few minutes. Congratulations to both of you coaches for winning the tournament championship!”

Cheryl turned to Bill and nodded, “Yes, I’ll check our messaging service and website email account to see if there are any applications from Grade A’s looking for a dangerous and short, but very rewarding, career as a waitress.” Bill grinned and shook his head as Cheryl hurried away.

“You heard Bill’s new manager, Abby and Carla…damn it breaks my heart to see you cover that girl’s tits, Bill…your cab is here,” Coach Taft chortled gleefully as he grinned at the two debreasted papered girls sitting with saucer eyes at his table. “At least you got to finish sandwiches made from each other’s tits before I sent you home titless to your husbands who, given the number of people in this joint, have no doubt been called by someone who recognized you here with me, and have already arranged for your rides to your next destination. Don’t be jealous of the new girls Cheryl mentioned…they get death games at Club X tomorrow night as their price for me and Paul’s company!” Coach Taft roared with laughter, while Bill and Paul chuckled, as the two papered girls hurried away with pallid faces and tears on their cheeks.

“Given the number of times you have done that to a papered girl after cheating on your spouses, Coach,” Bill Jennings admitted with a chuckle as the girls pulled the upper halves of their dresses onto their shoulders while they hurried for the exit and slow and painful deaths, “I can’t believe you still manage to find dates. AND, given the number of pensions you have already cost me, I won’t be surprised if you cost me another. Now, please forgive me if I twist the truth as I try to assuage any concerns that stunt you two pulled might have raised in my female clientele’s minds, and prevent your boldness in breaking my protocol from giving any other members of my male clientele ideas.”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bill called out loudly as he faced the open room, “I would like to welcome you all to tonight’s special celebration of the Metropolitan University Dragon’s double gymnastics championship tournament wins. Girls’ team Head Coach Landry will be here later, as will most of the athletes from both teams. However, as most of you are aware, the boys’ team coaches, Head Coach Taft and Assistant Coach Sacrino, are already here. Let’s hear it for the coaches!”

Bill grinned out to the applauding crowd as he put his showmanship face on and did his emcee routine, as he proclaimed, “We’ve tried to arrange for a number of events tonight to make this celebration of a great pair of sport’s victories special indeed. You’ve already seen the huge-breasted girl sitting at my primary reserved table with two of my friends and some other very beautiful girls, some of whom many of you will recognize as my chattel, take on all challengers in the Balance Beam Joust game. This game was created just for tonight. When the huge-breasted girl, Diana, has finished her drinks, you will see some more competitive action followed by the slow rendering of breasts to bacon. Perhaps some of you in the audience would like to fill the empty Bacon Risker box in the meantime? What…no takers?”

Bill grinned at the laughter his challenge engendered, and then announced, “You just witnessed a second special event designed specifically for Coach Taft. I sent two of my chattel to tease the two boys’ team coaches, knowing that our victorious Head Coach has a real hankering to taste the raven-haired girl’s fillet. Coach was told that if he could scare the two girls-cum-sows to the point they couldn’t climax, I would sell him Zatanna’s fillet. My chattel were told that if they did have climax forced upon them I MIGHT part with their fillets. As you witnessed I won both sides of those bets, and, for now, will allow my chattel to carry my fillets at the apex of their legs.”

Bill paused to allow the chatter caused by his surprising announcement die down before continuing with a serious look on his face, “Listen up, gentlemen! Final Fantasy protocol demands that my female clientele be allowed to enjoy their evenings without fear of being forced into full conversions or getting sexually abused at the whims of my male customers. Men, there will be no involuntary death games forced on girls who are not your chattel, voluntary dates, or papered wives. Remember, the two girls I let Coach play with are my chattel. Girls don’t become sows and ride the Jessicas here UNLESS…they’ve lost the lottery…someone’s paid me for their fillets, and that means potential menu-item waitresses or customers who forgot to put on their bottoms…or they have misbehaved in a way that would quickly see them made meat anywhere else. If you break my protocol, you will be banned from Final Fantasy.”

Bill grinned at the loud applause from the girls in the audience, and then loudly interrupted as he declared, “Listen up, Ladies! I just stood up for you, so how about doing three things for me. Firstly, when the nightly lottery rolls around, I challenge every girl here to voluntarily enter herself into the lottery. Be willing to share risking whatever is wagered in the lottery with your sisters.”

Bill smiled as he saw most every head nodding and smiling, before urging, “Secondly, I challenge you girls to keep the debreasting booth game action going the whole night long. There was a reason why you came to the best debreasting booth nightclub on the planet, isn’t there? Come on! Take a turn in The Wall and win a free orgasmatron ride. What’s the worst that could happen? The contribution of valuable meat to the worldwide food chain through conversion of unneeded body parts WHILE you ride the pleasure beams. Don’t wait for the next girl to risk her assets first! The debreasting booth game is like poker…you’ve got to give action to get action. I know! Let’s have all of you girls make the girls around you hungry by having every girl in the nightclub enjoy this special celebration night while topless. Let’s get those beautiful breasts that some of you will send to my kitchen later tonight bared girls!”

Bill Jennings grinned sheepishly and then chuckled loudly as Coach Taft roared with laughter behind him. His grin broadened as he saw Wanda stand and let her big breasts feel the breeze from the air conditioning system as she pulled off her bikini top. As the rest of the heroines followed suit, Sue a bit reluctantly so, the din in the nightclub gradually rose in volume as the percentage of topless customers slowly grew. As Bill noted that even most of the papered wives had bared their assets, he declared, “Yes! You girls are great sports in helping to make this a most special night. Here is my third and final request, and this one is for the gentlemen as well as you ladies…let’s everyone have FUN!”

“Well, now that my view has improved, I think my disposition has improved as well,” Hank quipped with the silly grin back on his face as her stared at one set of bared breasts after another. “I’ll drop any further discussion regarding this city and your desire to continue to visit it until we get home, Janet, but I would like to know what Bill meant when he said you and Zatanna are his chattel.”

“He meant, husband, exactly what it sounded like,” Janet said with a wry grin on her face. “It means we are to be considered his property. Under certain scenarios here, a man’s property warrants more protection from other men than female friends or companions. I doubt we girls would have escaped Club X intact if Bill hadn’t employed that ruse. It was also employed at the dairy, where we may have lost Zatanna without it. The coaches seem to have seen through the contrivance, however…Coach Sacrino referred to us four dairy cows as Bill’s ‘pets’!”

Oliver chuckled loudly before pointing out, “You girls being his pets is a step up in this world from being chattel or even girls, Janet, so don’t get your panties in a bunch. Bill told us, while you two were over there getting masturbated, that sometimes the men in this society get fond enough of a particular member of their livestock herd, to make the girl his pet, and that they give such pets papers so they can’t easily get sent to the butcher. Marriage and papers are synonymous here, right?” Oliver asked without directly accusing Janet of being guilty of bigamy as well as adultery.

“Indeed, Oliver,” Bill Jennings interjected as he paused on his journey back to the other reserved table next to the dance floor, “but, while a man can have numerous girls he considers pets, he can only give one of them papers…and the added protection that status gives that particular girl. While I love these girls dearly, and do truly enjoy the unique perspectives they bring into my life, proclaiming that they are my chattel is the best I can do to postpone their becoming meat.”

“You guys and girls do know that the people around you can hear you talking, don’t you?” Bill asked with a chuckle as he read the astonishment on the faces before him. “Yes, Coach is suspicious regarding these girls’ status as my chattel, and very nearly made Janet and Zatanna endure live roasting. However, as long as all you girls continue to do exactly as I ask, immediately after I ask you to do it, those suspicions will remain in doubt and you will be perceived to be valuable to me…which you are. That goes for you, Dinah and Diana, as well.”

Bill grinned from ear-to-ear as he looked around the table and then suddenly asked, “Does every girl in your profession carry perfect breasts? Thanks girls, for taking the lead in showing off your assets. Enjoy the fantastic view, boys.”

Bill looked over to Kaori at the food ordering station and called out, “Could you bring a couple of washcloths over to this table, Kaori. I have a couple of cows here with their own vaginal discharge on their thighs. I can’t have my chattel walking around filthy!” The nightclub owner roared with laughter as he saw Janet blush and cringe and Zatanna look mortified, before glancing to Wanda and declaring, “I’ll be asking you to join me at the table next to this one at some point, Wanda, to discuss your next visit to Club X and the death games you’ll, hopefully, endure.”

Wanda Maximoff had a quirky smile on her face as she watched Bill Jennings step over to the next table and sit down with a grin on his face. Then her smile broadened as Kaori passed wet washcloths to Zatanna and Janet, and she said, “I think we could use another round of drinks as well, Kaori. Being publically degraded and watching your friends accept such debasement makes a girl thirsty, and I know these boys don’t need an excuse for getting drunk.”

Several minutes passed before Janet, she and Zatanna having wiped down their thighs and tidied up their bikini bottoms as best they could, gasped in surprise and disappointment. “What’s wrong, darling?” Hank Pym asked with concern on his face as he saw the crestfallen look on his wife’s face as she stared out into the large room.

“I’m afraid the strain on our marriage is about get even more difficult to bear, Hank,” Janet replied with sorrow in her voice and defeat in her eyes. “Bill’s guest is Andy Summers. I should have guessed when Bill said he was going to have Wanda over there to talk about Club X. I’m truly appalled that you’re going to be forced to see…probably meet…the man I cuckolded you with, Hank. I DO love you…more than you’ll ever know!”

Wanda frowned as she looked from one heartbroken friend to the other, with Hank seemingly at loss for words, and looking more disconcerted than angry. It was her responsibility for a marriage in jeopardy, and she knew it. At least the rest of her tablemates had the good sense to remain silent while they watched a trio of girls enter the Game room to begin ten-minute booth stints.

Another few minutes went by before Wanda’s attention was drawn away from her attempted eavesdropping of the two Club X members’ seemingly feverish whispers, as Dinah proclaimed excitedly, “Well it looks like those three girls in the debreasting booths are finally going get some attention. For a minute, I thought I was going to have to go out there and end the balloon popping drought myself.”

“Oh, and what kind of fruit were you considering harvesting, sweet cheeks?” Oliver asked with obvious amusement. “The apples centered in booth 5’s debreasting portals, the grapefruit protruding trough booth 3’s, or those huge melons hanging from booth 1’s?”

“Oh, I don’t think size would be the deciding factor for me, Ollie, any more than it seems to be for that chubby green-eyed brunette,” Dinah replied with a giggle. “She’s reading the debreasting options on each girl’s computer screen without feeling up her potential food. If she’s serious about balloon popping, it’s the fun that she’s going to have while ruining the girl’s chest that will make the difference. That said…it might be kind a fun to pop the big balloons hanging out of booth 1’s portals and pretend that’s Diana behind that one-way window.”

“Yon large breasts are much too saggy to be mistaken for mine, and a cup size larger, friend Dinah,” Diana pointed out without seeming to get Dinah’s point as she smiled out to the dance floor. “Friend, Zatanna, you are being most quiet. Are you still vexed at your degradation at the hands of those coaches?”

Zatanna blushed badly and wondered briefly if Diana was being clever with her use of the word ‘hands’, before replying, “I’m not sure vexed covers it, Diana. For a while out there I was sure I was going to be killed and eaten. All I could think of, was, watching the boys’ show for us at the start of the evening wasn’t going to be enough to make it worth this becoming my last evening ever. Don’t worry about me though. I’ll get past this and enjoy myself, I’m sure.”

“I’m sure you will as well, Zatanna,” Sue said softly with reassuring look on her face. “You were being most observant, Dinah. The girl out there inspecting the offered food donations is a bacon hunter that played with Janet during her final booth game on our first visit to Final Fantasy. She definitely prefers it if the girl in the booth makes her donation slowly and painfully…oh! Wanda, Bill is looking this way…I’m guessing he wants to talk with you now!”

“Hi, Andy,” Wanda said softly with a friendly smile as she took an open chair on the far side of the table facing the dance floor, “it’s good to see you again. I didn’t get a chance to thank you properly for your role in preventing me from being docked by Tyler as we were attempting to leave Club X after the lottery there.”

“I’ll be polite, for the moment, and say you’re welcome, Wanda,” Andy Summers replied softly with a hint of anger in his voice and a frown on his face. “I will tell you, I’ve taken a lot of heat from Club X members for going easy on you girls. If I had known then what I know now, I could have avoided pissing my friends off.”

“Yes, before we talk about Club X, Wanda, we have to tell you some things that may give you girls cause for concern,” Bill Jennings interjected while carefully keeping the level of his voice down. “First, I need to inform you that you and your friends words can be heard at the surrounding tables as you talk. Some of what you say just doesn’t make sense to the other patrons, but some of what they hear raises questions and leads to speculation. You girls need to be more careful.”

Before Wanda could reply, Bill quickly added, “I also need to admit that I was wrong about believing that, due to my turnover in clientele and staff, your return visits would go unnoticed. A few people have noticed you girls returning the week after being debreasted carrying breasts on your chests. Some of those people aren’t buying the twin sister routine. You never asked why I told Cheryl who you girls are, but….”

“Hi, Boss,” Cheryl interjected as she took a chair next to Wanda with a pleasant smile on her face, “I had a feeling that you might want me here, Sir. Hello, you must be Andy Summers. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, Andy. It’s nice to finally meet the great football hero.” Cheryl grinned, and actually wore a blush as the two shook hands.

“Wanda, Bill told me who and what you girls are after I went to him with concerns over some rumors some of the customers were spreading about you girls,” Cheryl admitted softly with a frown on her face. “Those rumors, coming mostly if not solely from the three sisters on waitress internship running the Balance Beam Joust game tonight, were that you girls are clones. Evidently those girls believe you and your subsequent clones are escaping from some government facility, which is being kept secret from the world population so that we girls wouldn’t find out about an alternate meat source. If that had been true, Final Fantasy could have ended up in the middle of some government investigation.”

“Right, so I had to make sure Cheryl would stop worrying about THAT AND put a stop to those rumors,” Bill said with a grin on his face. “I did that by, as Janet suggested, agreeing to give the sisters a chance to be Final Fantasy waitresses. During their interviews for the positions I got them to agree to stop talking about customers, and specifically confronted them about the clone speculation. If things go badly for my pension fund tonight, they may get to pull their first potential menu-item shifts while your men are here. If you don’t think I’ve got the problem handled, you can always have your men pay me for two of their fillets when they’re on the menu…I’m sure another customer would then pay for the third.”

“Don’t worry about those sisters, Bill,” Wanda said softly with a knowing look on her face. “Janet tells me they are going to get themselves kidnapped into an illegal foxhunt Wednesday night a week and a half from now. Even if they make it through those fun and games the following Thursday, that high turnover rate you talked about will come into play. The fact that your waitresses don’t have long careers, as well as my sincere desire to see Cheryl stick around, is what has the two of us here to talk about a night at Club X about a month from now.”

“Momentarily, Wanda,” Bill said with a serious look on his face, “and I won’t worry about those sisters, because we have bigger problems. Tell her, Andy.”

“Being a great football hero,” Andy smiled and winked at Cheryl before resuming the frown he had been wearing throughout the conversation, “I get invited to a lot of parties. One of those parties occurred only hours after Tyler Roberts was giving me shit about my behavior with Janet at Club X, and the way I helped YOU escape your docking, Wanda. Tyler told me that I had been played for a fool by 21^st Century superheroines who liked to get their big breasts turned into sandwich meat at Final Fantasy for kicks. I didn’t believe him until I overheard a government scientist at that party tell a high-ranking government official that there had definitely been two distortions in the time field detected at the local temporal observatory in just over than a week.”

Andy Summers glowered at Wanda before declaring, “I confronted Bill and forced him to admit the truth…your docking, though painful, would have been temporary. I pissed Tyler off when I didn’t need to. Then I made Bill show me your files, and learned that I had been hoodwinked by a married woman as well, but we will get to that later.”

“Right,” Bill Jennings quietly agreed as he nodded, “we will get you some satisfaction for your troubles momentarily, Andy. Wanda, everything I’ve been able to glean about the time-field monitors indicates that the world government will only know that a temporal distortion has occurred somewhere within this city. They won’t be able to pinpoint your arrivals here at Final Fantasy, so I, for one, hope you girls stay brave and keep visiting my nightclub and dairy. Tell her the bad news, Andy!”

“I overheard that high-ranking government official suggest stepping up the random blood screening program,” Andy announced with mixed emotions. “Normally, the main purpose of that program is to detect adult women who are breaking the law and using chemical means to avoid the propagation of the human race. Evidently, the 41^st Century is a rare period of time when prohibition of pregnancy protection is the law of the land. Then, after Bill admitted who you are, it dawned on me that my seed was wasted in Janet’s uterus. I should have filled her anus for all the good the slow intercourse she demanded of me did!”

“Wanda, you need to understand why Andy feels that way,” Bill urged with a frown on his face. “The main purpose of the Club X social period…all right…orgy…is to replace the girl meat we harvest at the parties with the next generation of livestock…AND to diversify the gene pool. As Andy only took Janet and Tara that night, and Tara became meat, Janet’s use of pregnancy protection means he really didn’t participate in the ritual ‘orgy of replenishment’ that night. Now, we will talk about Andy and Janet later. Tell her the rest, Andy.”

“Today, I learned that the world government is going beyond the random blood tests on the street to find the time-travel interlopers…to find you girls, Wanda,” Andy spat acerbically. “With Kang the Conqueror’s despotic rule so fresh on their minds, and realizing the number of wealthy and influential members belonging to our social club, the world government has demanded that Club X install blood screening equipment at our entry way. We aren’t the first venue to get that demand, and we won’t be the last. It might take them a while to consider that the interlopers might be girls who think getting themselves debreasted makes for a really great time-travel holiday, but I bet Bill’s front door gets the blood screening equipment sooner or later.”

“As you girls have behaved yourselves during your visits to this city, Wanda,” Bill jumped in with a wry smile on his face, “and haven’t caused any trouble for the world government to worry about, I doubt the search for the time interlopers will go much beyond the blood tests. In view of the fact that you visit me through the back door, you shouldn’t have too much to be concerned about. Still, you might want to consider discontinuing your use of pregnancy protection, if you still want to visit Final Fantasy on your girls’ nights out. Now, get Janet over here so we can talk about Club X. While she isn’t going to be there, her willingness to give Andy the satisfaction he deserves tonight will determine the amount of risk you and Cheryl are going to be forced to take.”

“While you are right, Bill, about the pregnancy protection drugs in our bloodstream bringing potential risk to us here, discontinuing using them is a huge risk for us to take at home in view of our line of work and how frequently we get raped,” Wanda pointed out with a blush on her face, and worry in her eyes. “I’ll talk it over with my friends. I’ll fetch Janet momentarily, but please don’t be too peeved at her, Andy.”

“Before I do that, Bill, I need a favor,” Wanda continued softly. “I want you to give me a key to the main dairy door, and arrange for any surveillance equipment in that part of this building complex to be turned off from Wednesday afternoon until Friday morning, the week after next. Can you do that? Please don’t ask why? You really DON’T want to know!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter before replying, “Sure, Wanda, I’ll do that for you, if you’ll promise to do something for me. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what you girls are up to, so just let me say, try not to become meat…I’d feel cheated if I don’t get a taste! What I want from you in return, is a promise that you and your friends will waitress for me for one night sometime after Club X…if you survive. We will see if you can give as good of service as you get from my girls. It’s only fair!”

“Okay, Bill, I’ll agree to your terms,” Wanda retorted with a laugh. “Just don’t be peeved if you end up with a staff of one. My friends come on my field trips voluntarily or not at all. I’ll be right back…after a discussion about pregnancy protection.”

“SLAPPED!” Janet hollered with excitement just as Wanda retook her seat. “Cindy gave those big…what cup size is that…hanging out of booth 1’s debreasting portals all the pleasuring they could stand, right up to the last few seconds of her booth stint…the smaller breasted girls are now pulling their bacon out of danger. That took a while, Wanda, and you look a bit shaken up. Are we going to show up for our milking a girl short so that Cheryl can lose her breasts with us and let you out of your commitment to do another night at Club X?”

“No, that isn’t the reason for my concerns…mostly not the reason, at least, Janet,” Wanda replied with a frown on her face. “And those are E’s or EE’s, I think, but when the masher gets done with them they will just be squished breast pulp.” The big-breasted Avenger nodded to the rectangular slab of metal with its surface parallel to the floor that had been pushed out of the ceiling by some sort of piston rod, and a similar rectangular slab of metal with its flat surface parallel to the ceiling that had been pushed upward, out of the floor.

“Cool!” Dinah spat with laughter in her eyes as fear now colored the moans of pleasure issuing out of booth 1. “Those big hooters are going to get slowly squashed whole, instead of nipples first and then chest-ward like we saw the wringer do. What happens to the twenty pounds of funbags she’s about to lose? Will the pulp they become just flow out onto the floor?”

“No, Dinah,” Zatanna replied with grin on her face, “the lower slab of metal has draining holes in it, and a catchment pan below it, for the pulp to flow into.” Then the magic wielder noted with a broadening grin, “I’ll tell you I think the masher is set on medium speed before I destroy everyone’s fantasies about breast weight as I play know-it-all. Weighed together, human breasts generally range from just under a pound in total weight to a maximum of about twelve pounds. The average mature female’s breasts contribute about one percent of her total weight, with an average total weight of 1.1 pounds. While none of us are average, you and Janet will likely lose less than two pounds if you get debreasted, Sue and I, probably less than three pounds, and Wanda, closer to three pounds than four. Princess Diana would at best lose less than a quarter of the twenty pounds we kidded her about at the start of the night. If you want to lose weight, getting debreasted isn’t going to help out all that much.”

“You love being a know-it-all and don’t deny it, Zatanna,” Wanda chided with a smile on her face. “Listen up, Hank and any girls likely to ever come back to this city again,” Wanda urged sternly, “I have a serious discussion that needs to go on while we are waiting to see what happens to very large breasts when they get trapped between an immovable object and an irresistible force.”

Wanda waited until she had her friends attention before whispering, “The world government knows that time travelers have been materializing somewhere in this city. Their scientists have detected the temporal distortion our time-ship causes when we arrive, but Bill is pretty sure they can’t pinpoint our arrival location. They are looking for us, however, via blood-test screenings that will quickly detect birth control drugs. I think that we need to try to preserve our lives by either not coming back here, or by discontinuing the use of our broad-spectrum pregnancy protection. Hank, to even consider the latter, we need two questions answered. Firstly, how fast can you get those anti-pregnancy chemicals out of our system? Secondly, can you work up some sort of morning-after cocktail that you can also quickly get out our systems once any gametes have been neutralized?”

“If I were willing, Wanda,” Hank replied softly with obvious irritation in his voice, “I could turn you back into heroines just waiting to fulfill every villain’s impregnation fantasy in less than one day. I could also workup a drug to end unwanted pregnancies that I can clear from your system within a few days. By asking me to do that, Wanda, you are telling me that you’re willing to continue to put my wife into situations where she will have sex behind my back. Why should I help you?”

“Because you love your wife, Hank,” Wanda replied with obvious honesty, “and I think she’s committed to the revolution we are about to incite, not to mention the fun we have here. Please agree to help us, Hank!”

“Yes, Hank,” Janet interjected with hope on her face but shame in her eyes, “please, do help us in the way Wanda asks! I want to fight with Wanda to help improve the lives of womankind in this sordid realm, and to enjoy new experiences like you are enjoying now. You’ve already seen that, from time to time, some of us girls will be unable to avoid having sex forced upon us. We will have you give the morning-after treatment to all of us after every trip so that you won’t know if something happened to me!”

“You still don’t understand why I feel hurt, woman!” Hank spat angrily at Janet before whispering to Wanda. “I’ll do it if I get to reinstate my doctor’s fee, you big-breasted witch! Not the lesbian sex…fellatio followed by swallowing from every heroine that returns from your girls’ nights out, whether they need the Chula device or not. You better get back within three days of anyone having intercourse, though, or you carry your fetuses to full term. Deal?”

“True heroines always swallow, Dr. Henry Pym,” Wanda replied with a sultry smile on her face. “I’m good with paying your doctor’s fee, if you’ll give Janet the same boon I made her give you, tonight. Sex here doesn’t count as cheating back home. You can trust that nothing that happens to Janet here with another man will be truly consensual. Deal?”

“Deal, Wanda, so long as you girls tell me every detail of what happens,” Hank hissed with obvious discontentment. “Your hiding the truth from me is what you will be spanked for, Janet. Your tablemates are right, I’ve seen sex forced on you by villains plenty of times, and as they are likely unaware, life living with the Avengers doesn’t lead to consistent monogamy. I want to hear every detail; there is to be no need to give the gamete aborting drug to any girl that doesn’t really need it. Deal, Janet?”

“As long as I don’t miss out on my spanking tonight, Hank,” Janet replied softly with a look of relief on her face, “then, yes, so long as you keep what we tell you to yourself. Believe it or not, I hated not telling you. You’ll have to be strong…not to say anything if we suffer any further casualties. If you can do that, Hank, deal!”

“I can, Janet,” Hank declared softly, seeming somewhat placated. “Fellatio from every girl who comes back, Sue and Zatanna! I don’t care who smells me on your breaths. Deals?”

“The fact that I’m going to agree to your terms, Hank,” Sue replied softly with downcast eyes, “should tell you just how terrible the wrongs are that the girls from here are forced to suffer. I too am committed to help Wanda right those terrible wrongs. I’ll stick to her side through thick and thin, and even continue to play debreasting booth games…along with cheating on MY husband with YOU! Deal!”

“Sure, why not, Hank, ” Zatanna agreed with a chuckle. “As Wanda said, true heroines always swallow! Sometimes it’s the only meals we get! Don’t anyone tell me I need to lose weight after hearing me admit that. Deal!”

“Gee, it’s a good thing you guys got that worked out,” Dinah interjected with a happy giggle as she pointed towards the debreasting booths. “All three girls in the debreasting booths are climaxing now, but the girl with the huge honkers is about to exchange moans and sighs for groans and gasps. She just yelped in surprise as she felt cold mettle atop her milkmakers join the cold metal she was feeling from below. Those big Godzilla’s are properly pillowed and beginning to get pressed.”

“Hey, Ollie, where did you say you met Dinah?” Hank quipped with a silly grin on his face. “I bet it was on a ship or wharf. She talks like a drunken sailor. I got to admit though, it is pretty cool the way those monster melons are slowly deforming. I bet she’ll start having some chest aches she’ll never forget!”

“Don’t encourage my little lovebird, Hank,” Oliver replied with a grin on his face. “I caught her searching the internet for slang words for breasts, so she could probably go on all night. Ah, there goes the long reverberating sigh that tells the room that she finally knows for sure that her knockers are about to get totaled!”

“She may have just come to that realization, Ollie,” Sue replied, still looking a little unhappy about the agreement she had just been force to make with her breast regenerator. “More likely, she just received one of the step-ups in pleasure beam intensity that rewards a girl for making her donation to the kitchen.”

“You are both likely right,” Zatanna observed with a grin on her face. “Listen to her groans and gasps, clearly colored with discomfort and fear, mixing with her moans of pleasure. Yes, Hank, her breasts are probably aching terribly as she waits helplessly for them pop like grapes, well in this case cherry tomatoes, squeezed between thumbs and middle fingers.”

“This debreasting method is truly worthy of being used on a girl of my ilk,” Princess Diana admitted with a mesmerized look on her face as she drained another glass of Lactic Blaster. “While the girl’s moans speak of much sexual pleasure, her groans and gasps tell a story of her flesh fighting to retain its natural shape. The girl in the booth does herself proud with her braver….” The Amazons words ended as the girl in the booth shrilled loudly in horror, and then began sighing in mindless climax.

“She’s just felt her skin begin to tear where her upper breast becomes chest, Diana,” Wanda answered the obvious question before it was asked. “It probably started as an itching sensation that soon became searing agony. Soon that will be joined with the aching the rest of her breasts are feeling transforming into a sharper pain that will tell the girl that the flattening has deformed her mammaries to the limits of their elasticity. I can’t imagine what it will feel like when bases of her breasts gave way completely and tear free from her chest. Come on, Janet, let’s not keep Bill, Andy, and Cheryl waiting any longer. I think you are in for some more crap from yet another male!”

Hank Pym listened to the girl in booth 1 issue a sound that was half sigh of pleasure and half shrill scream of pain and terror as he watched his wife grow pallid at the dark-skinned male’s whispered rant, and then returned his attention to the debreasting booth portals. He did his best to ignore his wife and enjoy the sight of two huge breasts tearing from a girl’s chest, and then bursting liked the popped tomatoes Zatanna had described, as the inner sides of each breast split and fat and blood spurted out. As the crowd, gasped and groaned or oohed and ahed, the slow pressing continued until the dead meat between the hammer and anvil became first pancakes and then liquid mush draining into the pan below. It wasn’t until metal touched metal that the sow was released to become breastless girl soon to be bandaged, a girl named Cindy retrieved her frappe ingredients as the audience applauded, and the clean-up crew got back to work making booth 1 clean again.”

“Hello, Andy, how are you this fine evening?” Janet Van Dyne had asked a few minutes earlier over the erotic sounds of pleasure and pain coming from the far end of the dance floor. “It’s very nice to see you again.”

“Yeah, real nice, isn’t it Janet,” Andy replied with obvious bitterness. “So nice you didn’t even offer up a kiss. What, don’t I get to stick my tongue down your throat as we French kiss tonight, you cheating bitch?”

“I’m sure I deserve that somehow, Andy,” Janet hissed softly with tears in her eyes. “What’s your problem, anyhow? You chose to pair with me! Remember?”

“Right!” Andy spat angrily back. “I paired with a criminal and a married whore cheating on her husband. You really had me wound around your little finger, Janet. You got the minimum number of death games and shared your body with almost no one, despite the fact that any man using you would have been wasting his seed. My friends didn’t miss my manipulation at your hands. They feel like I betrayed them. I DID! With an adulteress!”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been getting crap for that for the better part of an hour, Andy,” Janet spat back with obvious emotion and tears streaming down her cheeks. “I admit I did my best to stay alive and avoid getting gangbanged. From my perspective those were smart things to do. What could I have done to make you feel better about things without getting myself killed, Andy?”

“You should have told me up front that you were married, Janet!” Andy spat back with obvious disgust. “Club X members don’t offer up other men’s property in death games! I could get banned from the club if your husband took his claims to the Grandmaster. At the very least, you should have told me who and what you are. My friends feel betrayed because I stopped them from punishing you girls as you left. You should have told me to let them dock you…that it would have been only temporary mutilations!”

“I didn’t know you at all, as we met outside Club X, Andy,” Janet protested as she wiped tears from her face. “How could I tell you the things you apparently know now, and expect to live through that telling. We left one-third of our party at Club X as meat as it is. I really liked you, Andy, but I could never have told you the truth. I’m sorry, but that is the way it is. I’m sorry, but I doubt there is anything I can do to make you feel better about that night.”

“Watching you ride Jessica would make me feel better, Janet,” Andy Summers hissed with rage on his face. “No…that’s too good for you. You’d probably get one last cum as the spit enters your vagina and you enjoy the slow intercourse you begged for that night to avoid sharing your other orifices. Watching you kick and twist at the end of a rope while dancing on air. That’s what I should do….”

“ENOUGH!” Janet spat angrily back. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, Andy. I truly like you and would never have intentionally brought you the pain you so obviously feel. However, there is nothing I can do to make what happened go away. What do you men want with me, Bill? I’m not going back to Club X and giving Andy a chance to properly try to turn me into meat! Are you going to let him kill me here?”

“He wanted to, Janet,” Bill said softly with a wry smile on his face. “He probably still wants to, but I suggested that he offer you a less drastic punishment. When you hear his offer, you had best keep in mind that Wanda IS going back to Club X as Andy’s ward. Make the pitch, Andy.”

“If you don’t let me punish you, Janet,” Andy Summers declared while quaking with rage, “I’ll do my best to see Wanda challenge the truth of every girl’s claim during ‘Truth or Dare’. After that, I’ll offer her number up to be a potential sow in every single death game.”

“I’m afraid, Cheryl,” Bill Jennings said softly as he chuckled, “that I’m going to feel it necessary to see you take the same risks that Wanda does. That would make for a pretty high chance that either you or Wanda, or both of you, would join some of the girls Wanda brings with her in becoming meat. Those chances would be greatly reduced if you accept the punishment Andy wants to mete out to you, Janet.”

“Don’t respond to these men’s threats, either of you,” Wanda barked as she glowered at Bill, “until we know what the alternatives are…and what Andy’s punishment would be. Keep in mind, Bill, that you’ve promised Cheryl a pension, if I show up at the dairy two nights before our planned visit to Club X short one girl, after she gets milked and then debreasted. I’m sure you would prefer life without breasts to death, Cheryl. Tell me how our night at Club X will go if Janet gives you the satisfaction of punishing her, Andy, and then I’ll ask for some concessions from you and Bill.”

“It’s pretty simple, Wanda,” Andy replied with a smile on his face, “once I’ve made myself feel better about making a fool of myself with Janet, I’ll be back to my normal loveable self. I’ll try to make you enjoy sex at every opportunity while sparing no orifice and sharing you freely with any man that wants you. You can take any dare you want, and I’ll only challenge the truth of the other girls’ claims when you want me to. I’ll offer your number for you to be a potential sow in every other death game, instead of every event, and I’ll even pay attention to your preference for edge play or breath play.”

“Now that seems reasonable, Wanda and Janet,” Bill Jennings declared with a laugh. “Tell you what, I’ll even agree to restrain myself and give Cheryl here exactly the same treatment. You are in no position to ask for concessions, Wanda, but I’m curious enough to want to hear them.”

“I’ll be bringing five other heroines, X-girls, with me, Bill,” Wanda replied softly. “One of those girls will be Kitty Pride. If I have both you and Andy promise to target her little A-cups…”

“B-cups, Wanda,” Janet interjected with a grin on her face. “Kitty is filling out nicely now that she’s eighteen, much to Peter Rasputin’s delight.”

Wanda nodded to Janet with a sheepish look on her face, before continuing with, “If you men can prove your skills with darts and skewer her nipples enough times for her to be the girl debreasted at the end of the game, Bill, will she be able to stay in Club X for a while and conduct some reconnaissance for me without getting challenged? I want her to gather information on the early days of the club…why and how it came into existence. Kitty is a computer wizard.”

“There is no guarantee that Shadowcat will end up as either my or Andy’s target, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied with a wry grin on his face, “but if she does, we’ll do our best dart throwing. If she does get debreasted at the start of the night, she should be able to do as you wish without being made meat if she is cautious…and if I don’t find out you girls are going to interfere with Club X’s affairs. I’ll make Shadowcat meat myself to teach you a lesson if I find out you’re causing trouble for my social club!”

“Good, Bill,” Wanda replied with a nod and a gleam in her eyes, “because we are not. You can arrange for the same escorts my friends and I had before. That should help Andy out of the doghouse with his friends. Just try to see to it that Kevin McStiff get’s paired with Kitty. I don’t want that bastard around me and my friends any longer than I have to.”

“See to it that Kitty is the youngest girl you bring, Wanda,” Bill replied with a twinkle in his gray eyes, “and that will happen without my interference. It was no accident that Kevin paired with Tara. Are we done?”

“Almost, Bill, I have one final demand,” Wanda announced calmly with a stern look on her face. “I’ll accept my number being entered into every other death game, if Cheryl is comfortable with that as well. However, we do that under the condition that she and I are never entered into the same events, save for the dart game and lottery, naturally, and, if Cheryl wishes, ‘Spin the Bottle’. I don’t want her competing for her life against me. I WILL compete with the X-girls if need be. Do you prefer edge play or breath play, Cheryl?”

“Edge play, Wanda,” Cheryl replied with a blush on her face. “If I do end up being made meat, I would rather it be over with faster than slower. Most breath play deaths take a few minutes, which would end up seeming an eternity. I would be willing to be one of the girls standing on the gallows though…if my number gets drawn. I’ll make you proud of me, Bill. I’ll prove to you that I’m a 41^st Century girl who’s ready for every challenge…be it death games or sex.”

“I’m sure you will, Cheryl,” Bill replied with a chuckle. “That’s why I asked you to join me and Wanda at Club X in the first place. I’m going to enjoy taking your smoking hot body in sex, and then I’ll find it very entertaining as you struggle to stay alive. Naturally I’ll be counting on you and Wanda to succeed in those struggles. I can’t say the same for your X-girls, Wanda. I do hope Jean Grey will be among them. Let’s give Wanda her concessions, Andy, and then ask Janet to do what it takes to cut the risks her friends will be taking by more than fifty percent.”

“Okay, Bill, I’ll give Wanda what she wants,” Andy agreed with a grin on his face. “Janet, I really enjoyed that evening at Club X with you, but I’ve been more than angry with you ever since Tyler told me how I got duped. I wanted to hang you for your having made a fool out of me, but Bill convinced me to punish you in a more painful yet less permanent manner. I’ll go easy on Wanda a few weeks from now if you’ll take a debreasting booth while I stand in front of your debreasting portals. Bill has a debreasting method, new to Final Fantasy, that we both think will be most appropriate to use to slowly and painfully teach you a lesson with. Shall I send her into debreasting booth 1 now, Bill?”

Janet Van Dyne struggled with all her will to suppress a smile from forming on her face as she heard Andy tell her how she was going to be punished, and caught Bill Jennings’ subtle wink. With a forced frown on her face and her voice quivering with excitement, Janet replied, “I’ll take the booth and let you debreast me, Andy. I would have gladly done that without the threats to Wanda and Cheryl to show you how sorry I am that I hurt you. I never meant you any harm! Can you forgive me and be friends when we meet again…after you’ve forced me to endure terrible pain?”

“Yes, I think so, Janet,” Andy answered softly, perhaps wavering in his wish to cause the comely girl before him agony. “We better do this now, Bill.”

“Momentarily, Andy,” Bill Jennings chuckled with a grin on his face. “First, we’re going to push these two reserved tables together to form one. I think it’s only fitting that two men who want to punish Janet for her actions on the same night get to meet each other, and that this adulteress’s husband gets to taste the breast bacon harvested from her chest by the unknowing man she committed adultery with.”

The two tables were quickly pushed together and chairs rearranged, and then Bill Jennings turned to Hank Pym and announced, “Hank, this is Andy Summers. Andy, this is Janet’s husband, Hank Pym. As you know, Hank, Janet was with Andy at Club X last Saturday night. Janet never told Andy that she was married as they shared the evening with each other, and he is rather peeved about that. Hank, are you ready to make Janet pay the penalty for adultery…to give her that spanking I know you’ve been threatening to give her?”

Bill watched as Hank nodded with a silly grin on his face, and then suggested, “Now might be a good time to have her fill the nearest debreasting booth, Hank. Janet won’t be leaving that booth in the same condition she enters it in. Andy is going to use Spanish spiders to slowly and painfully rip her pretty C-cups from her chest!”

“Knowing my wife, she’s probably going to enjoy that, Bill,” Hank replied softly. “I know I’m going to enjoy watching her endure that agony, and I truthfully hope Andy enjoys being the one administering that cruel punishment. Fill debreasting booth 1, wife of mine. Now!”

Hank watched a grinning Janet hurry into the Game room and begin stripping off her bikini as the Game room door closed behind her. He turned to Bill Jennings and reaffirmed, “I haven’t changed my mind about that spanking, Bill. You may want to go into the Game room and make sure she sets her debreasting options correctly. Please, do let us see her face as she gets paid a lifestyle changing lesson.”

“It is good to meet you, Andy,” Hank said as Bill headed for the Game room door while roaring with laughter. “I want you to know that there should be no hard feelings between us. You didn’t know she was married, and I’ve been told you were a stand-up man in the way you treated her. Please, do go wreck her pretty ta tas while she gets some additional nasty punishment. If you weren’t the one administering this spanking, I would have found some other, less deserving, person to do it for me. Do enjoy yourself! I know me and my tablemates will.” The two men shook hands, and then Andy hurried to take his position before booth 1.

Chapter 22. The Penalty For Adultery

As Janet Van Dyne headed for debreasting booth 1, she was filled with relief and excitement. With Bill Jennings help, both of the men who were peeved at her were going to mitigate their anger by giving the spunky heroine exactly what she herself craved—she was finally going to get to be the first heroine debreasted on one of their girls’ nights out, and she was going to be allowed to prove that she deserved her status as queen of pain sluts. The winsome Wasp glowed with satisfaction and anticipation as she grinned at Jane and then entered the narrow booth.

Janet hardly noticed the narrow, three-foot-long, leather-covered rectangle protruding horizontally outward from the front of the booth as she slid the left side of her torso along it and moved to the front of the booth. Her anticipation grew to become butterflies in her stomach as the front of the booth floor raised slightly to bring the bases of her breasts to an elevation even with the debreasting portals. Janet grinned from ear-to-ear as she widened her stance and pressed her thighs against the T-bars on either side of her, before, with her arms held high, pushing her C-cups through the debreasting portals and into the dance floor side of The Wall, where she knew Andy Summers was waiting to take them off her chest.

Janet gasped with surprise as she felt her erect nipples pinched hard between thumbs and forefingers, and then pulled outward to distend her breasts and drag the chest they were attached to firmly against the twin debreasting portal rims. There were loud snapping sounds as the bacon trap snapped closed to secure her upper torso firmly against the inner wall of the booth, and her upper thighs to the T-bars on either side of her. Janet grinned with gleeful expectation as the vertical rods forming the stems of the Ts tilted slightly to force her pelvis over the orgasmatron emitter on the booth floor between her legs until her swollen clitoris was directly in the pleasure beam emitter’s focus.

The Wasp glanced through her, currently, one-way booth window to verify it was Andy Summers’ hands tugging on her breast tips, and chortled, “Thanks for the help in setting off the bacon trap, Andy. I’ll let you see my smiling face momentarily. Then you can do your best to change my expression from a lovely smile to an ugly grimace of pain. I’ll start setting my debreasting options n…. What the hell? I didn’t….”

Janet stared with astonishment as a small hole opened up in the dance floor, and a round, four-inch-diameter metal post slowly rose upwards, forcing Andy closer to her, until its rounded top was four feet above the dance floor. Protruding from the top of the post, on both sides just below its curved crown, were devices designed to wither any girl’s soul—Spanish spiders! The torture devices circular central plates were somehow held against the post top. Extending upward and downward from each plate were eight curved, sharply pointed, metal spikes, forming arcs of four in each direction. The rod-like spikes curved outwards from the plates, and resembled fingers on slightly clenched hands.

“No you didn’t, Janet,” Bill Jennings announced from behind the plucky heroine as he used a computer console mounted on the Game room wall across from the debreasting booths, “I did. I’ve tapped into the main computer system to override your debreasting booth’s console, and will be setting your debreasting options for you from over here. You can watch those options as they get set on your screen though, Mrs. Van Dyne.”

Dread threatened to drown Janet Van Dyne’s spirit, and a knot formed in her stomach, as she heard the familiar voice behind her. The heiress-cum-heroine quickly focused her widened blue eyes on the computer screen on the right side of her booth window to see what she already knew. The debreasting method option menu read, ‘Spanish spiders’. Then the screen changed and the debreasting speed option menu appeared; Janet grinned as she saw ‘dead slow’ get set, and spat, “Perfect, Bill!”

The screen changed again, bringing up the nipple docking sub-option menu, and Janet held her breath in trepidation. If the men really wanted to punish her, they would dock her nipples BEFORE the main event began with the Spanish spiders. Despite her willingness to prove her world-class pain-slut status, Janet grinned with relief and exhaled as she saw ‘disallow nipple docking’ get set.

Janet quickly wiped the grin from her face to form a forced frown as she saw the window transparency option menu come up. As she had expected, ‘two-way’ was selected, and she watched Andy grin as he saw her face. “Hi there, handsome,” Janet whispered softly. “We’ll be ready for you to begin my punishment shortly.”

The winsome Wasp watched Andy grin and nod before returning her attention to her booth’s computer screen. There it was—the final sub-option menu. The young socialite’s face filled with intense concern as she waited for Bill to choose between ‘de-clit option yes’ or ‘de-clit option no’. Then concern was replaced with confusion as she saw the words ‘deactivate subroutine’ followed by ‘deploy viewing monitors’ fill the screen. She gasped as the familiar twin monitors folded downward to fill the left corner of her booth window; the right corner for Andy and the audience.”

“What is going on, Bill?” Janet asked softly, keeping her voice at a level that only the nightclub owner and Andy could hear. The heroine didn’t want anyone to mistake the conversation she was about to have for begging. “Need I remind you that I’ve already been declitted once, and would rather not feel my little warrior get stretched out of its cavity by force-field rings again.”

“No force-field rings, Janet, I promise,” Bill Jennings replied with obvious sarcasm as he left his computer console to join the heroine in her booth. “Look at your viewing screen, Janet,” the nightclub owner commanded, and then grinned as the stunning beauty before him moaned softly as he began fingering her clitoris with his left forefinger while he pushed his right middle and forefingers past her labial lips and into her vagina. “As you can see, the computer screen can be used to let the audience see that you’re having sex forced on you as you are debreasted…or having sex forced on you as you are debreasted and declitted.”

As Janet felt Bill withdraw his fingers from her vagina, while he continued strumming her clitoris, she had bitter apprehension wash through her mind and soul. That apprehension became justified terror when she felt the man behind her gently press his right thumb against her anus’s sphincter.

“No, Bill, please don’t,” Janet Van Dyne pleaded softly as her blue eyes became teary and her body began shivering with fear and disgust. “I know you enjoy anal sodomy, but please don’t force it on me. I’m a virgin…in that way…and I desperately want to stay so. I’ll be fine with your declitting me again, if you choose, even if you have intercourse with me while the room watches you do so as my girl parts are taken from me. I’ll hate you though if you bugger me! Give me a chance…at least give me a chance!”

“Okay, Janet,’ Bill Jennings replied softly with a wry grin on his face as he withdrew his hands from the girl’s vulva and buttocks, “I don’t want you to hate me, so I’ll do as you ask. I will declit you, and give you a chance to avoid my sharing your pain with you as we all enjoy your declitting and debreasting. How would you like to enjoy your declitting, Janet? I can turn the booth’s force-field projector back on, I can have Jane fetch me a vacuum extractor, or I can use the declitting tube that is in my pants pocket.”

“Damn you, Bill,” Janet grumbled softly, “I know you are manipulating me into doing exactly what you planned for me to do…probably for the better part of a week. Okay, I’ll bite! Which method extracts the most clitoris, leaving the severed nerves buried more deeply in the declitted girl’s body when you’re done, and which method leaves the most clitoris intact?”

“I believe the vacuum extractor to be the least efficient method of clitoris stretching, Janet,” Bill chortled softly before quipping. “I’m pretty good at using that syringe to extract a girl’s most tender flesh though, so I imagine I’ll be able to get at least a half inch of you above the compression ring. I am quite certain that the 41^st Century declitting tube is the most efficient method to extirpate girl penises with.”

“Then you darn well better get at least an inch of me above the basal diaphragm that will be holding my little warrior out of its burrow before you decapitate it with the spinning laser projectors, Bill,” Janet spat with a wicked grin on her face. “If I’m going to get neutered again, I want to leave twice as much girl penis behind than I did…for a few seconds…last time. Is Andy going to get to make me watch him devour my clit candy, like the girl who assassinated my little warrior last time did, or am I going to become a superheroine souvenir like Wanda and Sue?”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter before admitting, “It will be the latter, Janet. Let me get this straight. You are asking me to use the declitting tube on you to take as much of your clitoris out of your body as possible, right? Won’t that increase the chances that your neutering will be permanent?”

“Yes, Bill, it will,” Janet replied softly with sorrow on her face as she stared out into the patiently waiting Andy’s eyes and then out to her husband, watching her from the do-gooders table with a solemn look on his face. “I want the two men who feel terribly hurt by my actions, though I meant no harm to either of them, to know I want to put that hurt behind all of us so badly that I’m willing to risk my sex life to prove it. For each centimeter deeper in its cavity the severed end of my clitoral shaft is left, the risk that the nanogenes will not find a path to the tissue needing regeneration increases geometrically. Use the declitting tube on me, Bill. Just promise that you won’t use it on any of the other heroines, and that you’ll give me a chance to avoid anal rape.”

“Very well, Janet,” Bill Jennings said softly and calmly with a friendly smile on his face, “if any of your friends get their clits stretched tonight, it won’t be with a declitting tube in my hands. We’re going to get started with giving Janet her chance to deprive me of my fun, Andy. I want you to give her breasts the best suckling and massaging you can manage.” Bill grinned as Janet let out a low moan of satisfaction as the football hero complied by suckling her left turgid nipple. “Look at your computer screen, Janet. Hit it, Jane, then give her ten seconds and start her timer.”

Janet looked up just in time to see her ‘start timer’ screen get replaced with an ‘orgasmatron override control’ screen. On the screen was a bar labeled ‘beam intensity’ with a triangle-shaped icon under it and 0% above it. Janet watched as the triangle shaped icon under the left end of the bar moved to the right end, and the number above the bar changed to 100%. Janet moaned as she felt the pleasure begin to be beamed into her sex, and then groaned as she heard the sound of dropping pants and guessed what Bill was going to tell her next. She almost missed the ‘start timer’ screen flash back up followed by the initiation of her ten-minute booth stint.

“Here’s your chance to stay an anal virgin, Janet,” Bill chortled as he stepped up close behind the trapped girl and slowly guided his manhood into her love canal, eliciting a long drawn out gasp from the heroine. “If you can resist climaxing through five minutes of my pounding my cock into this nice, tight pussy of yours, I’ll settle for intercourse while we debreast and declit you. If you orgasm before that, after giving Andy instructions on how to use my advanced-design Spanish spiders, I’ll stretch your sphincter and fill your anus with cock for its very first time. Then I’ll share your pain in the customary manner for a male belonging to this society, as you pay your penalty for adultery.”

Janet Van Dyne groaned as she heard the impossible challenge put before her, and moaned as Bill began gently rubbing his right middle finger around her engorged clitoris as he continued to thrust his abundant manhood into and out of her sex. The Wasp gave no consideration to complaining about the unfairness of the 41^st Century male’s challenge. She didn’t complain that another man pleasuring her breasts while she stood over an orgasmatron emitter bathing her sex with full-intensity pleasure beams gave that male an unfair advantage when it came to his sordid challenge. She knew Bill Jennings didn’t care. She had placed her treasured anal virginity within his reach, and he was intent on stealing it away. Now it was up to a 21^st Century superheroine to fight the impossible fight and stave off sordid defeat. The winsome Wasp grinned her wicked grin—she’d faced worse odds before!

“Oh no, Wanda,” Sue cried out with a frown on her face, “Janet is being publically debased again. I had hoped that, once Bill pulled his hand off Janet’s vulva, he was done with sexually abusing her. Now he is clearly engaged in coitus with our spunky tablemate.”

“Janet might not be as distraught about having sex with Mr. Jennings as you seem to be, Sue,” Dinah quipped with a big grin on her face. “From what I can see on that viewing screen, you girls’ ‘best friend in this city’ looks to be pretty well endowed. From the sounds of Janet’s moaning, he must be pretty good at using that big hunk of man-meat too!”

“Hush up you naughty girl,” Oliver urged his girlfriend before dryly pointing out, “Janet’s husband is sitting right here at this table with us. Don’t bring his attention to the fact that his wife is fornicating with another man as part of her penalty for fornicating with another man!”

“Ha, ha, Ollie!” Hank retorted with a faux frown on his face. “Wanda, doesn’t Bill know I’m going to break his neck for rubbing my face in this?”

“You’ll do nothing of the sort, Henry Pym,” Wanda spat back with irritation, momentarily forgetting that she herself had told her male teammate he would see Bill in a booth with his wife days earlier. “You sent Bill into that debreasting booth after you ordered Janet in there. Put up with the consequences of your actions. Besides, Janet’s moans are already loud and desperate. I think there is more going on in there than sexual intercourse.”

“I’ll bet Bill is doing the same thing to Janet that she…and I…did to Abby and Carla,” Zatanna interjected with a grin on her face. “The pain slut is standing over an activated pleasure beam emitter desperately fighting off climax. I wonder what Bill is going to do to her when she orgasms…and she will orgasm…that’s why they are called orgasmatrons!”

“Mayhap, friend Zatanna, Janet will be painfully debreasted with yon Spanish spiders,” Diana said with a knowing look on her face as she nodded out at the post protruding upwards from the dance floor. “Even for a girl who claims to not mind having pain forced upon her, those devices must surely be frightening.”

“No, Diana, it’s not the threat of being debreasted, nor the way the debreasting is going to be carried out that has caused the desperation that colors Janet’s moans of pleasure,” Wanda suddenly interrupted as she looked straight into Hank’s eyes. “Zatanna is right. Our tablemate is standing over an activated orgasmatron emitter. For Bill, intercourse in those debreasting booths is always just a prelude to his favorite form of sex. He’s probably trying to make Janet less angry at him when he forces anal sodomy on her for her very first time, by letting her play a game to try to avoid it. How many minutes were those papered girls supposed to survive without climaxing over the pleasure beams in your game, Zatanna?”

“Three minutes, Wanda, and they almost made it,” Zatanna replied while chuckling heartily. “However, you can bet Bill isn’t going to go THAT easy on Janet, considering what’s at stake for him, even with his penis and fingers adding to Janet’s troubles.”

“Poor Janet,” Sue said softly with a frown that gradually became a sheepish smile, “she’s about to lose a treasured ability. She’ll no longer be able to rub our faces in the mud when we get taken from behind, girls! While Janet is a dear friend, and I would rather not see any girl get anal sex forced upon her, just this once I might try to watch without cringing TOO much!” Sue blushed as her tablemates laughed and nodded.

Janet Van Dyne blushed deep crimson as she saw her friends burst into laughter as they watched her ongoing ravishment and listened to the rhythmic gasps and moans being issued from her throat—even her husband had joined in. The winsome Wasp was in a desperate situation—Bill Jennings was a very skilled love maker, and the pleasure beams bathing her vulva were incredibly intense. With each inward plunge of Bill’s oversized, fully erect penis, her desperation grew. Even without the orgasmatron emitter between her legs, she knew he would eventually bring her to orgasm. Knowing that Jeanette Simon had been brought to climax by an orgasmatron emitter alone in less than four minutes at Club X during the heroines’ visit there, despite the fact that the papered girl knew the painful docking she would receive following that climax would end her sex life, Janet had little hope she could fight the warm glow of sexual need building in her loins for long. Adding to her troubles was a skillful finger strumming her clitoris, and a warm, wet mouth avidly suckling one nipple and then the other.

“Damn, this girl is TIGHT!” Bill Jennings chortled enthusiastically as he churned his manhood into the 21^st Century heroine’s moist vagina. “I’m no longer buying your story that getting to spend a couple of hours with this hottie as your ward wasn’t worth the grief you got from your friends, Andy. If I were you, I’d be sure to kiss and make up with Janet, once you’ve ruined those lovely breasts of hers with Spanish spiders, just in case the two of you bump into each other again.”

Andy Summers pulled his lips off Janet’s turgid right nipple and grinned into her two-way window as he replied, “I will, if Janet will let me, Bill. There was a moment, before we pushed the tables together, where I wanted to back out of this. If Janet wasn’t…the special girl that she is…I think I would walk away from this debreasting booth now. I’m sorry, Janet, I guess I was thinking with my little head…I do understand why you couldn’t tell someone you just met everything about yourself…even if you liked them a bit.”

“I…like you…a lot…Andy,” Janet stammered between phallus thrusts as she tried to focus on the smiling face before her booth window. “No need…to…apologize! Unless…you DON’T…debreast me! I…suggested…Bill install…Spanish spiders. I’d be…getting them…used on…my puppies…even without…two men…trying to…use them…to…punish…me. It’s the…sodomy…I’m…hoping…to avoid!”

“Yeah, well I’ll don’t wish you luck with that, Janet,” Andy replied truthfully. “If I do ever get to be your escort again, you can bet I won’t let you talk me out of anal sex again. If Bill gives you your first taste of it tonight, maybe you won’t even try to talk me out of it then. Speaking of giving this filly her first taste of anal sodomy, Bill, what’s taking you so long to get her off? She just made it past the three minute mark!”

“Yeah, well, you’re not helping by talking to her and taking her mind off my cock,” Bill pointed out as he picked up the tempo of his humping and really began pounding his manhood into her sex. “I can tell she’s on the verge of climax, but girls of her ilk tend to be strong willed. Get back to suckling nipples while I see if she likes her sex a little on the rough side. Together, we will break this girl’s will-to-win-at-all-costs.”

The Wasp groaned as she heard Bill Jennings announce what she already knew, and a warm mouth returned to suckling her left nipple. She WAS on the verge of climax, and with the increased pace of Bill’s intercourse making the sex being forced upon her seem more like brutal rape than gentle lovemaking, she knew she was being pushed very close to the edge of a cliff she couldn’t survive falling off of. Still, with only two minutes left, she thought she might yet stave off disaster if she could interrupt Bill’s brutal sexual assault. She decided to employ an old superheroine gimmick to foreshorten rapes by villains, and hissed with faux urgency, “Bill…please don’t…ejaculate…inside me! Hank…and I…are going…to try…to get me…pregnant…tonight. If you…seed my…vagina…it might…be your…baby I…carry…rather…than…Hanks!”

“AAAaaaagGGH!” Bill Jennings gasped as Janet’s unexpected words caught him by surprise and he lost control of own sexual urges and began helplessly ejaculating into the depths of the heroine’s love canal. “Damn you, you sultry sow. If that IS true, Henry will be raising my child! Andy…tease her nipples with your teeth while I concentrate on her clit! It’s going to take me a few seconds to get myself fully erect after that wonderful splort!”

Janet Van Dyne closed her eyes and held her breath as she felt hot semen spraying into the depths of her vagina as the large phallus within her pulsed and twitched. She hoped against hope as the accompanying sensations pushed her ever closer to climax, aided and abetted by the insidious pleasure beams bathing her vulva at full intensity. Then she felt teeth bite into the base of her left nipple, and the finger that had been circling her clitoris begin gently, but rapidly, tapping her love button—the Wasp moaned with desperate need and even more desperate apprehension as she felt one foot pushed over the cliff edge. As the sharp teeth released her left nipple to clamp down on the base of her right, and she felt the large member within her sex began to swell and re-stiffen, the heroine hovered a hairbreadth away from orgasm.

“Okay, Andy,” Bill Jennings quipped gleefully, “I can tell from the way this sow’s vagina is milking my cock that she’s ready to cum hard. I’m erect again already, and there is a whole minute left on her don’t-orgasm-or-else clock. Let’s make that minute include a forced climax that Janet will remember for the rest of her life. Do your best suckling, Andy, and listen for the sound of this sow’s surrender to the inevitable.”

“OOoooHHh!” Janet screamed in a raspy voice as she felt Bill’s first powerful thrust into the depths of her vagina as he resumed pummeling her sex with his manhood, while still managing to rapidly tap her clitoris. “NNOOoo!” the Wasp moaned as she teetered with only her toes on the cliff edge as she felt a warm mouth suckling on her right nipple. Then she felt a new sensation in her love canal, as Bill began moving his hips to add a rotational component to the phallus striving to force climax from her loins.

Janet Van Dyne held her breath as she felt her body stiffen on the brink of sexual ecstasy. She tried desperately to hold herself together as one toe after another lost its grip on the cliff edge. She knew she was within seconds of preserving her anal virginity when she heard a loud staccato sigh ring out all around her. It wasn’t until she felt Bill Jennings withdraw his member from her vagina, and she felt warm, sticky semen dribbling out of her vulva and down her inner thighs that she truly realized that the sighs of climax were her own.

The Wasp opened her eyes and glanced at her computer screen as she continued to moan and gasp in the throes of orgasm. The timer read five minutes—the spunky heroine had come so very close to meeting Bill Jennings’ challenge, but then, she knew close didn’t count for much in a debreasting booth game. She glanced up and saw Andy grinning at her as he waited for her climax to subside. Janet wasn’t sure her orgasm would EVER end as she stood over the orgasmatron emitter, so she asked, “Bill…can you…turn off…the…pleasure…beams? Just…for a minute…while you…give Andy…those instructions…you said…he needed. Turn it…back on…when you…are done…and my…game…is about to…resume.”

“Sure, I’m happy to do anything for you, Janet,” Bill Jennings replied as he chuckled jovially and nodded back to Jane. “Well, almost anything, that is. Don’t expect to talk Andy and me out of doing as we planned when we do resume that debreasting booth game you acknowledged we are all still playing.”

“I wouldn’t think of it, Bill,” Janet spat acerbically back as the pleasure beams ended and she regained control of her libido. “I’m a girl…sow…who plays to win but pays the price of losing with integrity. I’ll enjoy my defeminization to my fullest, and show that I have by issuing more sighs of climax. I’ll accept your buggering me as bravely as I can, and I’ll try not to hate you for doing it to me afterwards. Don’t rush through your instructions to Andy, here, though. I want the Spanish spiders used correctly to rip my breasts off my chest, and this break may be my only chance to avoid being climaxed to death…or, at the very least, into mindlessness!”

“It’s pretty obvious from the look of disappointment on Janet’s face, Hank,” Wanda announced softly as she grinned at her best friend’s husband, “that she lost some challenge she desperately wanted to win when Bill and Andy forced that climax on her. I’m pretty sure that the price for losing that challenge is going to be her accepting anal sex while she is painfully debreasted. The Spanish spiders being used on her aren’t going to be a pretty sight to see, Hank. Steel yourself!”

“I will, Wanda,” Hank Pym replied softly, “and thanks for the warning. While I really don’t like seeing the girl I love being hurt, I’ll take solace in the fact that she DOES claim to enjoy the debreasting part of the spanking she is about to get. I’ll also celebrate the fact that her having anal sex with Bill in that booth will take away her principal excuse for not letting me enjoy a little back door action with her from time to time. I might as well warn you girls that you’re about to see my wife get declitted as well. I realize that it might seem to some of you that the penalty that she is paying for her adultery is rather steep, but she did lie to me as well as cheat on me. She also made me accept being temporarily neutered for you girls’ viewing pleasure as the price I had to pay to be here. It’s only fair that Ollie and I get to watch her get temporarily neutered as well!”

“You have a most interesting way of proving your love to your wife, friend Henry,” Princess Diana pointed out with obvious irony. “While you say you don’t like to see Janet hurt, you hurt her in every manner at your disposal. I do believe my people were wise when we Amazons created a society devoid of men.”

“It’s not Hank being male that is the root of the inappropriate behavior we are all displaying tonight, Diana,” Sue asserted with a frown on her face. “It’s our possession of the Chula device. We girls should never have taken joy in watching Hank and Oliver’s emasculations. If the Chula device had failed, we would all be feeling rather terrible right now. Thank God these men regained their manhood after our so-called fun was over. You better hope Janet fairs as well as you did when all is said and done, Hank. You’re gambling away her sex life in the name of fairness. I’m certain she is ready to live life breastless if she must, but if she ends up permanently neutered, I imagine you’ll find you gambled away your own sex life as well! Someday, we may come to find the Chula technology was not the boon we now think it to be!”

“Yeah, it would really blow to end up permanently clitless,” Dinah admitted with a grin on her face and excitement in her eyes, “but I think it’s going to be really COOL to watch a superheroine getting herself declitted. I bet Janet gets a really big climax while she’s accepting your spanking, Hank!”

“That’s my Dinah,” Oliver Queen interjected with a chuckle as his green eyes peered laughingly at his girlfriend, “ever the pragmatist. You know, you sound more than a little jealous over the fun Janet is about to have, sweet cheeks! Do you think it would be fun to BE the superheroine getting herself declitted? Ah, there is Cheryl! It looks like she’s headed out to talk to Andy.”

“Hi, hi, Cheryl,” Janet chirped as she saw the blonde manager, now topless like nearly every other girl in the nightclub, walk up behind Andy, “I hope you’re not going to offer to change places with me. My fun is just getting ready to start!”

“Hi, Janet…Boss…Mr. Summers, Sir,” Cheryl replied as she shook her head in disbelief, “and no, Janet, I wouldn’t trade places with you for all the credits in the world. I’m here to help get that FUN, you say you’re looking forward to, started. I’m going to show Mr. Summers how to properly deploy the Spanish spiders over a girl’s breasts…your breasts, Janet. Please step back behind the post, Mr. Summers. Gee, Boss, you sure made a mess on Janet’s inner thighs. Having fun in there?” Cheryl smiled at the viewing screen in the upper right corner of Janet’s booth window.

“I sure am, Cheryl,” Bill Jennings acknowledged with a loud chuckle as he grinned out at his new nightclub and dairy manager and watched the quarterback step back behind the four-foot high metal post that was a little over three feet from the booth wall. “Maybe someday I’ll get to have the same sort of fun with you in front of me in one of these booths. How does that sound, Cheryl?”

“Just peachy, Sir,” Cheryl replied politely with a grin on her face, “if that is really what you want me to do. Although I would prefer to put off making my partial conversion for as long as possible, my breasts, like our waitresses’ breasts, are yours when you want them…so long as we get our pensions afterwards. Should I get Mr. Summers ready to begin Janet’s partial conversion, Sir?”

“Yes, you do that, Cheryl,” Bill agreed with a broadening grin. “Listen, Andy, when Cheryl has showed you how to work the Spanish spiders, and you’re ready to begin the slow harvesting of this sow’s breast bacon, give me a ten count before you impale her tits with the spider legs. I want her sphincter around the base of my cock and the declitting tube already at work stretching her girl penis out of its burrow before she feels the agony accompanying that impalement of the bases of her breasts.” Bill squatted, fished some equipment out of the right pocket of the pants around his ankles, and then stood with a grin on his face.

“No problem, Bill,” Andy replied with a broad smile on his face before turning and winking to Cheryl. “If Cheryl calls me Mr. Summers instead of Andy even one more time, can we stick her in a booth when we’re done with Janet, Bill? Don’t wait for an answer, girl, you know he’ll say yes! Let’s get Janet’s partial conversion started before we talk about yours. I’ve seen Spanish spiders used before…what’s so special about these?”

“Final Fantasy’s Spanish spiders have added technology to allow the kitchen-side debreasting booth game player to achieve a perfect breast impalement every time, Mr.…Andy,” Cheryl said as she nodded to the two debreasting modules at the top of the post, and then blushed badly as she almost earned herself a debreasting booth stint. “From your position behind the post, take a spider in each hand by gripping the handles on the back of the circular central plates, and push them out towards Janet’s breasts before bringing them back towards the crown of the post.”

Andy grabbed the handles, which formed shallow U’s on the back of the plates, and pushed the open Spanish spiders forward, causing thin but strong cables attached to the central plates to be pulled from holes in the top of the posts. As the quarterback brought the devices back towards the post’s dome, the cable was automatically retracted back into the post, and he observed, “Obviously the cables run to spoolers. The tension on the cable doesn’t seem to be nearly enough to pull a girl’s breasts from her chest, Cheryl.”

“The spoolers aren’t turned on yet, Andy,” Cheryl said with a pleasant smile on her face. “There are one-way spring-like devices on the spoolers that coil when you push out to cause the auto-retraction. When one of the spoolers’ motors is on, the cable will retract at the designated speed regardless of the tension it is forced to pull against. The motors won’t get turned on until you hit Janet’s debreast buttons, which are the two round, red buttons at the top of your spiders’ handles. You activate those with your thumbs when the debreasting devices have been properly positioned over the sow’s chest. If you can feel the trigger-like controls under your forefingers, Andy, pull them.”

As Andy did as he was told, he watched with obvious interest as the finger like spikes slowly rotated inward, before chortling, “I see! I position the spike tips around the sow’s targeted breast before hitting the debreast button with my thumb.”

“Right, Andy,” Cheryl said with a smile on her face, “and do notice that the spider legs have two additional joints, besides the normal one at the disk surface that closes the legs into the targeted breasts. The central disks are equipped with sensors that map the size, shape, and proximity of the breasts they are being positioned over. The secondary joints adjust the angle of the spike tips, first to account for breast base circumference, and then, as the spikes are impaled into the sow’s flesh, to keep the tips as deep into the breasts as possible as they close inward without damaging the sow’s pectoral muscles. Release the triggers!”

Andy watched the spider legs rotate back into an open position, and spat with disgust, “I don’t need this function, Cheryl. I don’t want to hurt Janet more than once for each breast.”

“I know, Andy, and you won’t, if you do as I’m showing you,” Cheryl replied with a friendly smile on her face. “The legs have pressure sensors, and the spikes won’t penetrate skin until the debreast buttons are pushed. The retraction function is so you can reposition the spiders if you don’t get it right the first time. That’s not likely to happen, however, if you pay attention to the positioning display panels on the back of the disk. At the top of each disk are two sets of four triangles, or arrows, pointing outwards to each side, and to the top and bottom. The left display panel tells you if your tilt is right or wrong, and the right one is to let you know when you have the breast horizontally and vertically centered under the spider. The color of right set of arrows tells you when you have the correct distance from the sow’s chest to facilitate the proper impalement of her breast bases. Go ahead and make a practice run on Janet’s left breast, Andy.”

“Yeah, you go ahead and do that, Andy,” Bill Jennings replied with a grin on his face as he chuckled jovially. “Turn this sow’s orgasmatron emitter back on, Jane, and then bring me some lubricating gel. It’s time to get Janet, here, ready for me to share her impending debreasting.” The nightclub owner roared in laughter as he heard the girl in front of him groan in bitter disappointment and understandable apprehension before issuing a low moan of pleasure. As he took the tube from Jane, Bill quipped, “When we’re done in here, Janet, be sure to thank me for being kind and using the gel.”

Janet shivered in trepidation as she awaited the inevitable, and moaned softly as the orgasmatron beams once again caused her vulva to glow with sexual pleasure. She watched wide-eyed as Andy pushed the Spanish spider toward her left breast. Then she gasped as she felt the middle finger of Bill’s right hand begin rubbing over her sphincter as he began applying the gel that would facilitate his penetration of her virginal anus, and she whined, “You know this really blows, don’t you, Bill? Never mind! Thank you in advance for using the lubricant…and do be generous with the gel.”

“Okay, just pause and hold the spider right there for a minute, Andy,” Cheryl said softly as she watched the professional quarterback position the debreasting instrument over Janet’s left breast about three inches from her nipple. As you can see, the upper and right arrow on the tilt indicators are lit, so twist your hand to tilt the spider legs down and to the left. When you have the tilt properly adjusted, none of the lights will be lit…yes…just like that. Now maintain that angle as you adjust the horizontal and vertical position. Once again, the upper and right arrows are lit, so raise your arm and move it to your right until all four arrows are lit. Good! Now push the spider slowly forward until the four lit arrows change from red to green. If you get too close, the arrows will turn red again. There you go…they’re all green, so go ahead and pull the trigger.”

The Wasp gasped again and blushed badly as she stared out at the open legs of a torture device invented during the Spanish Inquisition, which was now being held so very close to her turreted left nipple. The reason for her gasp and blush wasn’t the sight of the sharp spikes tipping the eight ‘spider’ legs forming arcs above and below her breast—Bill Jennings had just pushed his middle finger past her tightly clenched sphincter, and was busily using the knuckle-deep digit to spread the gel into her anus. She moaned in discomfort and then gasped in surprise and, perhaps, fear, as the eight ‘spider’ rotated closed towards her chest and breast base. Janet grinned wickedly as she felt sharp metal indent skin atop the base and under the drape of her breast, and quipped, “There you go, Andy! With the press of your thumb, you can begin the agony-rich debreasting everyone is just waiting to watch…or feel.”

“Janet is right, Andy,” Cheryl said softly with a frown on her face, “you are good to go. Just do what you just did, when you men are ready, and you’ll force Janet to begin the most painful and horrifying debreasting imaginable…to me at least. Watching it happen to a girl up close may not be much easier than suffering through it, Sir, but in this debreasting club you have to finish what you start. We don’t waste meat here either. When the Spanish spiders have finished with their work, I’ll bring out some meat shears for you to remove whatever bacon has been left on her chest. Do have fun, boys and girl!”

“I’ll certainly…OWE…try, Cheryl,” Janet called out after Cheryl as the manager hurried towards the kitchen, just as Bill reinserted his middle finger into her anus after briefly withdrawing it to put some more gel on it. “God, I hate this already, Bill, and I know your penis is much larger than that finger. What makes you think you’ll be able to get it in me…at least without causing serious damage. This is so distressing, I can hardly tell I’m standing over an orgasmatron emitter!”

Bill Jennings chuckled softly before asserting, “The girl hasn’t been made who can’t take a cock up her ass, Janet. However, in my experience, most girls tend to ask the very same question that you just did during their first attempt at anal sex. We’ll get you nice and lubricated, and then do a bit of pre-stretching to loosen you up. Then I’ll ease into you. You’re not going to like it…not one bit…at least at first. Many girls come to like getting butt fucked…and some girls never do…just ask Wanda. You and Hank will have to experiment a bit to see which type of girl you are, my winsome little Wasp. As for the pleasure beams…you’ll notice them sooner or later.”

“Like hell we will!” Janet spat angrily back. “Hank Pym is not going to talk me into letting him bugger me just because…OW! What in the hell is that? Your thumb?” Janet groaned loudly as she felt something that felt HUGE pushing past her tight sphincter into her anus.

“Yes, Janet, that is my thumb,” Bill admitted softly as he tried to get the little muscle to loosen up as he probed and pushed. “This is going to be easier on you if you start concentrating on relaxing your muscles back here. All the lubrication in the world won’t help if you keep trying to lock your back door by clenching your muscles at the same time I’m trying to force my way through it. I gave you the chance you asked for to try to avoid this. You lost that chance when you climaxed too soon. Now show a little of that ‘integrity’ you spoke of and cooperate in your sodomy.”

The Wasp groaned and willed her muscles in her buttocks to relax. She heard Bill grunt his approval as he corkscrewed his thumb all the way into her anus while she gasped in pain. “Shit!” Janet spat with obvious displeasure. “Damn it Bill! I’ve had all the pre-stretching I can stand. The main event can’t be much worse than this! Just put it in me now…gently please…so that I can try to get used to it before Andy hits my puppies with the Spanish spiders.”

“Yeah, Andy is probably getting bored waiting to teach you a lesson he no longer really wants to teach you, Janet,” Bill replied as he chuckled softly. “Okay, I’ll try to be gentle at first, but you better do a good job of relaxing your muscles back here, or it’s not going to seem like I’m being gentle at all.”

Janet Van Dyne closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing her sphincter as she felt Bill position the tip of his large phallus against the rosebud of her anus. The plucky heroine issued a low growl as she felt the nightclub owner begin pushing his member forward, trying to force the circular band of muscle to expand. The heroine focused her mind to imagine her tight muscle unclenching, just as it had for her thousands of times as she sat on a toilet seat. Her growl gradually rose in volume as she felt the spongy tip pushing inwards, and knew her anal rape was beginning. Then, as Bill’s penis head forced her sphincter wider, her virginal opening burned and felt as if it was tearing apart, and the Wasp’s guttural growl became a shrill pain-filled gasp!”

“Be strong and brave, Janet,” Bill Jennings urged as he placed his hands on the front of the heroine’s hips to give himself leverage. “The initial entry is always by far the worst part of anal sex for a girl. I’m making progress and, I promise, as soon as the glans of my cock pops past your sphincter, the discomfort you are presently feeling will drop off dramatically. Now, don’t think about the pain…just concentrate on relaxing this tight little ass of yours.” Bill watched the groaning and gasping girl in front of him nod, and began pulling hard on her hips as he pushed his own hips slowly but forcefully forward.

“OOOOooOOOHHAARRGGHH!” the winsome Wasp gasped as she felt the pressure on her behind increase and her anus burn with intense pain in response. She willed the little muscle being sordidly stretched to relax, and could feel the friction of flesh slowly sliding past flesh. Then Janet felt the pain subside slightly as the appendage sliding into her narrowed, and she knew Bill had pushed the end of his manhood into her most private orifice.

Bill Jennings paused in his pushing as he heard Janet issue what he imagined was a gasp of relief as she realized he had finally gained entry to her anus, and was about to go where no man had ever gone before. He looked at the sultry girl before him. She was blushing badly and her body was beaded with perspiration, but the auburn-haired 21^st Century superheroine with shoulder-length tresses was without question an exquisite female in any century—to Bill, she was definitely Grade A material, and would have easily earned a papered status if she’d been born into his society. Bill laughed as that thought passed through his mind, and resumed pushing inward with his phallus.

Janet had used the brief respite Bill had given her to regain her composure and get her breath back. Then she began groaning again as she felt the man behind her renew his efforts to fill her virginal orifice. She felt the warm manhood slowly push forward into her anus until she felt the nightclub owner’s pelvis bump up against her buttocks. Her anus had been fully plundered!

The comely heroine felt the intruding appendage get slowly pulled backwards until she became terrified that her rapist might pull past her sphincter and force her through the ordeal of entry yet again. She gasped with relief as the thick man-meat pushed back forward, this time at a slightly faster rate. Once again pelvis bumped against buttocks and the phallus then pulled backwards. Again Janet feared Bill would pull out of her and groaned in fear. The groan was replaced with a gasp, as the Wasp felt the penis get pushed rather abruptly back into the depths of her anus, and she felt a strange wet sensation as the nightclub owner groaned softly and used his hands to press his pelvis firmly against her ass and keep his pulsing manhood buried to the hilt. “Bill Jennings, did you just give me a warm semen enema?” Janet Van Dyne asked chidingly as she giggled softly.

Bill’s face grew red as he admitted with obvious embarrassment, “Yes, you tight little hottie, I did. Don’t either of you say one word about my premature ejaculation. I should have just left my cock where it was when I got it buried in your rectum for the first time. Are you ready to get your girl parts harvested, Janet?”

“Sure, why not?” the Wasp replied with a gleeful giggle as she grinned at Andy who stood holding twin Spanish spiders with a perplexed look on his face. “I hope you can manage one more ejaculation as those girl parts come free of me, Bill, even if that does mean you won’t get to sample Dinah’s wares. Andy, don’t you feel bad about being part of this, even if I start screaming bloody murder. I really was going to give those Spanish spiders a try, regardless of anything else that has happened, and I would just as soon let you be the one to do my C-cups in tonight.”

“This sow is telling the truth, Andy,” Bill said with a chuckle, “so don’t give debreasting her a second thought, but do give me a ten count before you hit the first debreast button. Don’t worry about MY virility, Mrs. Van Dyne. I’ll seed your anus one more time as your sphincter strangles my cock in response to the pain you feel as you are debreasted and declitted. Furthermore, and don’t you dare tell Dinah this, I will partake of the Black Canary’s hard body while she’s getting herself debreasted. If she gives me an hour, I’ll try to give her a little piglet to play with yours, as well, as I seed her vagina before I do what I’m now doing to you.”

“Oh, I won’t warn Dinah, Bill, and from the way your oversized manhood is already swelling in my behind, I’ll never doubt your virility” Janet replied with a wicked grin on her face. She caught a glint of reflection out of the corner of her eye on her viewing screen as she watched Andy carefully pushing the Spanish spiders towards her chest and quipped sardonically, “While I normally wouldn’t want to admit this to a man holding a declitting tube over my sex life, I’m afraid I was fibbing about my being vulnerable. If you want to get me pregnant, you’ll have to catch me on our next visit here.”

“I guessed as much, you little troublemaker!” Bill Jennings chortled loudly. “You were already going to pay a price for that lie, Janet. Look at your viewing screen!”

The Wasp glanced up with alarm in her blue eyes. She suddenly realized she WAS feeling the pleasure beams as she recognized the pry bar and surgical scissors in the left hand on the screen beneath the right hand holding a declitting tube over an engorged clitoris—her own swollen love button. Bill Jennings was going to extirpate every possible centimeter of her girl penis. He was going to leave her beheaded sex life buried deep below the surface of her skin, and possibly out of reach of the nanogene tissue regenerators. He was going to give her every possible chance of remaining neutered forever. Janet Van Dyne heard someone screaming in a strange mixture of horror and ecstasy.

“Well, I’d say your wife just found out that she is going to get neutered, Hank,” Oliver observed dryly as the sound of the Wasp’s forced climax reverberated through the nightclub. “It’s either that or she just found out she really loves anal sex. What is that device that’s being held over Janet’s love button?”

“It’s a girl’s worst nightmare, Oliver, and the reason for the horror and despair coloring Janet’s orgasmic sighs,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly with obvious disdain. “That is a declitting tube, which we talked about when those sorority girls were making their foolish gambles. It will be much more efficient at stretching Janet’s clitoris out into the open air than the force-field rings. Bill is also holding a pry bar, to pull even more clitoral shaft out of its cavity, and surgical scissors to snip her sex life off as low on her shaft as possible. It looks like Bill wants the longest trophy he can manage, which means the nanogenes sent to regenerate Janet’s clitoris when we get home are going to have to work really hard to find the damaged organ buried deep down in a narrow channel of tissue.”

“Oh my lord!” Dinah squealed loudly as she saw the blood rush out of Hank Pym’s face. “Hank is making darn sure Janet doesn’t ever make a cuckold of him again. He’s having her permanently neutered as her penalty for adultery!”

Janet Van Dyne gasped in surprise and began quaking in fear as Dinah’s loud squeal told her that her impending declitting had actually been her husband’s idea. The spunky heroine felt totally betrayed as she fought for enough composure to ask, “Bill, is it true? Did Hank tell you to neuter me?”

“Yes he did, Janet,” Bill Jennings replied with obvious truthfulness, just as Andy Summers called out ‘ONE’. “Just keep in mind, the how is a combination of your idea and mine, and it is much too late for you to change yours. You can watch your viewing screen. Nothing is going to happen to your breasts until Andy pronounces ten!”

The moaning and gasping Wasp didn’t have to be told to watch the screen in the upper left corner of her booth window filled with a camera shot of her moist vulva, still leaking copious quantities of semen from her vagina—the six-inch-long, three-quarter-inch diameter, transparent tube with its business end being held over her engorged clitoris already had her full attention. The small opening at the lower end of the insidious clitoridectomy tool, which Janet knew to be formed by the contractible and detachable metal diaphragm that would hold her girl penis out of her body when it had been fully stretched out of its cavity, was ever so close to her love button. Through the transparent walls of the tube, she could also see the many closely spaced black, doughnut-like sticky, rubber-covered tori diaphragms that would do the actual stretching of her tender organ.

Bill Jennings chuckled softly as he felt the quaking heroine’s sphincter clamp down around the base of his penis as the sow stared into her viewing screen, and chided, “Are you ready to get your neutering started, Janet? At least an inch of your clitoris and clitoral shaft is to be removed from your body. Isn’t that the promise you made me make? Tell you what…I’ll take even more of your tender little organ if I can get it!”

As Bill heard Andy announce ‘TWO’, he pulled back on the declitting tube’s sliding control button, resulting in a soft whirring sound. He carefully slid the tube end towards the plucky heroine’s sexual center until he heard her pleasure-beam-induced moans get interrupted with a sharp gasp of surprise as she felt a pinch on the very tip of her pleasure button. Bill pulled the tube back and grinned as the little glans pulled outward before popping free to spring back into its natural shape. “I asked you a question, sow!” Bill Jennings spat with mock anger. “Are you ready to get your neutering started?”

The Wasp groaned as she stared at the tori in the transparent tube doing their mechanical dance of contract, retract a short distance toward the back of the tube, hold, expand, push back to their original position, and then repeat the sequence, all carefully coordinated to work together to obtain one goal—to stretch a girl’s penis out of its cavity so that it could be beheaded. “Yes, Bill,” Janet heard her rasping voice reply, “I am ready to take my medicine. You can start murdering my clitoris now!”

Tears filled Janet Van Dyne’s blue eyes as she heard the whirring pause as the thumb on her viewing screen slid the button on the tube barrel forward. Her moans of pleasure were again interrupted with a gasp, this time one filled with remorse, as the barrel of the tube was pushed firmly against the apex of her vulva. She wondered briefly if her crime against her husband was truly so horrendous that his, apparently, wanting her permanently neutered was fully justified. She shivered as she heard Andy pronounce ‘THREE’, and held her breath as she awaited her sordid fate to begin being sealed.

Bill concentrated on the viewing screen, being forced to use the image there to properly position the tiny opening in the center of the tube barrel over a swollen, yet still amazingly small, organ that gave a girl the miracle of sexual climax. He had been given the duty of stealing that miracle away from the sow impaled on his manhood by the sow’s husband himself. Bill Jennings was nothing if not fair, and fairness now demanded that he now do that husband’s bidding! “I’m going to start stretching your clit now, Mrs. Van Dyne,” the nightclub owner said softly with obvious emotion. “Try to enjoy the strange sensations you’ll soon be feeling, and I, and I really DO mean this, do hope for the best for you when you get home.”

Janet froze as she heard the low whirring sound begin again, and gasped loudly, losing the air she had been holding in her lungs, as she felt the sudden compression around the base of her clitoral glans. Then came the expected outward pull on the head of her trapped organ, followed by another tight squeeze around her swollen glans as Andy called out ‘FOUR’. The Wasp moaned over the pleasure beam emitter as she felt the first diaphragm release the base of clitoral glans, and then felt another squeeze lower on her clitoral shaft followed by another tug on her tender flesh.

Janet Van Dyne heard Bill gasping behind her, and she knew it was being caused by the fluttering of her own sphincter around his manhood. The sordid thought that her own discomfort was giving the man using her de-virginized anus carnal pleasure, combined with another hard squeeze even lower on her clitoral shaft, sent the Wasp back into orgasmic bliss. ‘To hell with maintaining my composure,’ Janet thought with a grim grin on her face. ‘If this debreasting booth stint brings me my last orgasms ever, I’m not going to regret having fought them off in the name of poise!’ The Wasp closed her eyes and let free the gasps and sighs that sang of sexual climax.

“Gee, Ollie, Janet sure sounds like she’s having fun in there,” Dinah said softly while she giggled with obvious excitement. “Maybe I should try getting declitted too. I bet the orgasmatron beams are really intense when they’re bathing lots of exposed clitoris.”

“Yeah, Waspy is getting a nice cum in there, isn’t she Dinah,” Oliver Queen replied with a chuckle as he shook his head in disbelief. “I’ll tell you what, sweet cheeks. I’ll ask Bill to give you the same treatment if you’ll agree to try to convince Mary Marvel to join us in a threesome when we get back to the Justice League satellite. That way, we can give your replacement clit a real workout.”

“Okay, Ollie, just don’t be mad at me if Mary says no,” Dinah urged softly as she stared wide-eyed at booth 1’s viewing screen. “I think she still might be a virgin. Gee, Hank, your wife sure has a big pleasure button, doesn’t she?”

“It’s obvious our little Canary here doesn’t color HER hair, isn’t it guys and gals,” Zatanna quipped as she chuckled loudly while grinning at the ponytailed blonde. “When you say Janet has a big clitoris, you mean her little girl penis seems pretty long right now, right Dinah?” Zatanna grinned with satisfaction as Dinah smiled sheepishly and nodded.

“Dinah, the clitoris you see trapped in that insidious tube isn’t really as long as it looks,” Sue said softly as Dinah’s tablemates laughed. “The declitting tube is stretching Janet’s little organ. The stretching will continue until her glans and most of her clitoral shaft, before the tiny organ turns downward and splits to form the crura, is be trapped above that devious device’s basal diaphragm. We won’t know the true length of Janet’s little girl penis until the stretching is over with, and all but the basal diaphragm has released her tender organ.”

Sue fought off the urge to join in with the laughter as she watched Dinah nod while watching the viewing screen with unveiled excitement, and patiently explained, “Dinah, when Janet gets debreasted, Bill will sever her clitoral shaft, beheading her girl penis and allowing her shaft below the cut to snap back into its cavity, leaving the severed ends of the delicate nerves that are a girl’s principal source of sexual stimulation buried deep within Janet’s body. You can be sure that neither the stretching nor the thought of her imminent declitting are contributing to the climaxes you are hearing. I’m sure Janet is very worried that her love button might not get successfully regenerated when we get back home, possibly ending any hope of sexual pleasure for her in the future. You don’t really want to experience that for yourself, do you?” This time, Sue couldn’t help but laugh with the rest of her tablemates as Dinah vigorously nodded her head.

Janet Van Dyne gasped and groaned between sighs and moans, and was only vaguely aware of Andy’s counting as she concentrated on the rhythmic tugs that seemed to be reaching deeper and deeper into her clitoral cavity, and the glow of orgasm emanating from her crotch and muddling her mind. On her viewing screen, she could see the results of that tugging as more and more of her malleable flesh was stretched out of its burrow and into the declitting tube’s transparent barrel. The stretching didn’t hurt, but the sensation was beginning to become uncomfortable. Then she heard Andy proclaim ‘NINE’, and her concerns over the sensations emanating from the apex of her vulva were shoved into the back of her mind.”

“Ah, there you are,” Andy quipped flippantly as he saw Janet’s widening eyes drop from the view screen to finally look at the spike-tipped spider legs that he had so carefully positioned against her chest atop, and under the drapes of, her breast bases as he leaned forward against the post. “For a while there, I thought you had forgotten about me and the main event, Janet. Before I say that final, three-letter word, might I ask if you want me to trigger the Spanish spiders simultaneously or one at a time.”

“Bill, if Andy triggers one Spanish spider before the other, does that mean I’ll lose one breast before the other?” Janet asked with obvious urgency, somehow able to think coherently despite the pleasure beams, her overstuffed anus, and the stretching of her sexual center.

“No, Janet, the spoolers’ motors won’t get activated until both spiders have been triggered by having their debreast buttons pushed,” Bill Jennings jovially replied as he chuckled over the 21^st Century heroine’s sense of priorities. “The tugging on your breasts will start at exactly the same time, and the Spanish spiders will be pulled away from your chest at exactly the same rate, but I’ll be more than a little surprised if both lumps of bacon get donated to my kitchen at exactly the same instant.”

“Right, well we can always hope I’ll surprise you someday, Bill Jennings,” Janet quipped softly before grinning out to Andy Summers. “Hit the second breast a split second after the first, Andy. I want to savor the sensation of getting a breast spiked…twice over. TEN!”

“You’re a real nut case, Janet,” Andy replied softly as he shook his head in disbelief. “I really don’t understand why I like you so much.” The quarterback pressed his right thumb downward as he positioned his left thumb over a second red button.

“AAGGH!” the winsome Wasp gasped loudly as the Spanish spider’s legs snapped closed around her left breast and the eight sharp metal spikes tipping them suddenly pierced the skin around her breast bases and were shoved into the depths of her mammary. “OOH OW YEAH! THAT HURTS JUST RIGHT!” Janet Van Dyne shrilled as the second Spanish Spider snapped closed and metal was imbedded deep into the core of her right breast. The spunky heroine giggled as she suddenly realized there were tears streaming down her face as she struggled to bear the agony emanating from her breast punctures.

“Good…work…Andy!” Janet stammered as she tried to get her mind around all that was happening to her. “I guess you…get to…lay back…and watch…for a while. No breast pleasuring…with this…debreasting method…and you can…hardly tell…the cables are…retract…OH! UGH!”

“Sorry, Janet,” Bill chortled from behind the plucky girl as he slowly humped his manhood into her anus while he held the declitting tube in place with his right hand, “but, while I really enjoyed the wringing your sphincter gave my cock as you took those spikes into your tits, I need to ass fuck you some more. I want to be rock hard and ready to splort when your nullification comes to a culmination.”

Janet moaned in pleasure and groaned with discomfort as the nightclub owner gradually picked up the tempo of his thrusts in and out of her anus while they and the rest of his clientele watched her breasts slowly begin to distend as her clitoris wormed slowly out into a thin transparent tube. Then the comely auburn-haired girl cooed as she felt Bill withdraw his massive phallus from her anus. The coo became a low guttural gasp as the rapist positioned his spongy penis head back against the center of her sphincter with his left hand and then brutally rammed his oversized appendage into the depths of her rectum.

“Yes, indeed, Janet, we have you nicely loosened up back here,” Bill teased gleefully with a grin on his face. “It slid right in that time. I’ve got a feeling you’ll become an anal sex enthusiast in no time at all.”

“In…your dreams…Bill!” Janet stammered angrily back between moans of pleasure and gasps of discomfort as she felt her ‘friend’ resume the slow humping of his manhood into her tight orifice as he resumed his anal rape. “You know…you can be…a royal pain…in the ass…someti…AH OH!”

“What?” the nightclub owner asked with confusion on his face as he felt the heroine before him clamp down around his maleness with her sphincter. “Don’t tell me your tits are threatening to tear free already!”

“NO!” Janet gasped softly with concern and discomfort obvious on her face. “Its…not that…Bill! The tugs…on my…clitoris…just stopped…and…I feel…like…my little organ…is about…to tear apart!”

“Oh, is that all it is,” Bill Jennings quipped facetiously as he bumped his hips into the heroine’s buttocks and buried his penis to the hilt in her rectum before reaching toward the declitting tube held in his right hand with his left hand. “The microcomputer in this little tube is pretty darn smart. It looks like it knows your little organ is made of fresh flesh and is in genetically perfect condition. It got more clit in the tube than I’ve ever seen before, Janet. However, let’s see if we can trick it into taking just a little bit more.”

Janet forced her eyes from her burning breasts, now visibly distending from her chest, back to her viewing screen. She could see Bill position his hand palms down with his thumb over the nail of his middle finger. The Wasp felt the strangest of sensations as the middle finger was flicked forward to smack against the side of the tube, causing a quick gentle pull on her most sensitive flesh. Bill repeated the flick and then chuckled with satisfaction behind her as they both watched the tori in the tube make one more squeeze, pull, release push, squeeze, cycle. Janet Van Dyne groaned in discomfort and fear as she felt her sexual center on the verge of ripping apart.

“Ah, got just a bit more,” Bill chortled jovially as he grinned up to the viewing screen. “Let’s try that one more time, and then I’ll try gently shaking the tube itself back and forth. I know we will manage to get AT LEAST an inch of your girl penis on the wrong side of the surgical scissor blades, Janet!”

“NO!” Janet hissed with the desperation she felt obvious in her voice as she stared wide-eyed out at the retracting Spanish spiders. “That’s enough! I’ll tear! Besides…it’s time…to watch…my breasts. I…think…they’re going to…. They HURT!”

“Of course they hurt, my wicked little Wasp,” Bill Jennings replied calmly in a more serious yet compassionate tone. “Your breasts are struggling to remain living tissue while the Spanish spiders are slowly rendering them to dead meat. Still, I can tell from the way your anus is fluttering around my cock that you’re not particularly enjoying the moment like you seem to have during your other booth stints. We’ll call the stretched clitoris in the declitting tube good enough, for now, and I think my cock is as erect as it’s going to get, so I’ll stop ass fucking you, Janet.”

Janet groaned as her breasts burned with agony and itched strangely as she felt the piercings made by the impaling spikes of the eight spider legs begin to get stretched open; the metal rods that had been inserted deep into her breast bases were being pulled away from her chest, taking her mammaries with them. She knew it wouldn’t be too long before her flesh gave way, and her puppies would abruptly be gone, just like balloons being pricked with pins.

“Why don’t you just concentrate on the pleasure beams, and the sensation of your clitoris, above the declitting tube’s basal diaphragm, regaining its natural shape, and try to get your composure back” Bill implored the heroine before him as he pulled the sliding button on the declitting tube into its third position. He laughed as Janet issued a sharp squeal as she felt the tube’s metal basal diaphragm disk contract tightly around her clitoral shaft, to prevent the stretched flesh being released from the sticky rubber-covered tori from escaping back into her body cavity, and then detach from the tube tip. As he tossed the tube backwards to Jane, he chortled, “When the time comes, Janet, I want us all to enjoy a nice debreasting and declitting!”

The Wasp gasped with pleasure as she stood over the orgasmatron emitter bathing her slowly un-deforming clitoris with full intensity pleasure beams while a large penis was buried to the hilt in her here-to-for virginal anus. Then the 21^st Century superheroine moaned with fear and apprehension as she felt the 41^st Century male slide the pry bar, a prong on each side of her clitoral shaft, under the metal disk clamped tightly around her girl penis with his left hand, and then positioned the open surgical scissors under the pry bar prongs and around her soon to be excised sex life with his right hand. Janet Van Dyne knew that, when the time came, Bill Jennings would pull back on the pry bar so that he could stretch yet more of her clitoris out of its cavity before he snipped it off. Janet freely gave herself to the most intense climax she had ever experienced, knowing full well it was likely to be her last sexual orgasm!

“‘Twould appear that friend Janet does very much enjoy the unique way she is being drawn and quartered,” Princess Diana of Themyscira observed with a smile on her face and then quaffed the dregs of her next to the last glass of Lactic Blaster. “‘Tis good that she finds much pleasure in this strange game girls here play, for I fear that pleasure will soon be overwhelmed with agony as her breasts begin to tear from her chest.”

“I’m sure Janet is in agony now, though her brain may not recognize it as such, Diana,” Wanda replied with a knowing look on her face. “One of the things I’ve noticed, since first coming to Final Fantasy, is that you often can’t separate the sensation of pain from pleasure. The intense pleasure being generated by the orgasmatron beam emitters and the intense pain caused from being debreasted are transmitted to your brain along the same nervous system, and I think those two very different types of signals tend to get mixed together. Hopefully Janet will enjoy her debreasting booth game right up to the moment her breasts pull free from her body and Bill decapitates her sexual center.”

“Well that’s not going to take much longer,” Ollie pointed our matter-of-factly as he nodded to debreasting booth 1, “as the holes made by those spider legs piercing Waspy’s breast bases have stretched out to become pretty big holes. Her tissue will start ripping soon. Hey, your wife is a sow while she’s in that booth right, Hank? That means her breasts are being turned into pulled pork!”

“Hah hah, Ollie,” Hank replied with a sheepish grin on his face. “Damn! This is harder to watch than I expected. Despite the fact that Janet’s cries mostly carry pleasure, I know the woman I love is hurting terribly, and that she must be very angry at me for declitting her. I hadn’t realized she was going to lose so much of her tender flesh. It looks like her clitoris has stopped reforming back to its natural shape, and there must be an inch of her tiny organ above that metal diaphragm.”

“At least an inch, Hank,” Zatanna replied with a wry smile on her face, “and when Bill pulls back on that pry bar under that little metal disk, he’ll get maybe another quarter inch of clitoral shaft and the nerves within it out of Janet’s body. I shouldn’t want to be the one sitting here for the rest of the night thinking that my sex life was probably history. That’s going to hurt worse than what she’s getting done to her in that booth right now!”

“Hank, on one hand, I am pleased that you are finding it difficult to watch Janet’s debreasting booth game,” Sue said softly with a friendly smile on her face, “but on the other hand, I must encourage you to do so and to try to enjoy this experience with her. I’m sure that your having sent Janet into that debreasting booth as a punishment is part of the reason you are troubled. Remember that Janet herself told you that she would gladly accept this spanking if you would forgive her perceived transgression. Also keep in mind that, this will likely be your only opportunity to watch your wife prove her self-proclaimed pain-slut status in a venue that I believe she truly loves. Relish the sight of her debreasting accompanied by her sighs of climax. Know also that I think Zatanna is wrong; I believe Janet will put aside any worries she has about her declitting until we all get back home.”

“Yeah, Hank,” Dinah interjected with a wide grin and a loud giggle as she stared wide-eyed with excitement out at the debreasting booth, “relish the sight of a superheroine being debreasted, cause I don’t think it’s going to be long before we’re going to have to use the past tense for Janet’s moneymakers. She just stopped sighing rather abruptly. I predict we’re going to get to munch on pulled Janet sandwiches sooner rather than later!”

Janet Van Dyne had watched more and more of her breasts become visible to her through her booth window as the inexorably slowly retracting cables pulled the Spanish spiders and the trapped breasts within them away from her chest for several minutes. During that time, the intense agony emanating from the impaled flesh around the metal spikes inserted deep into the center of her breast bases had spread to encompass all of her doomed orbs of fatty flesh.

As she gave herself fully to intense orgasmatron-induced climax, the Wasp felt her piercing wounds widening, rivulets of blood dripping down her ribcage, and then the itching sensation mixing with the fire at the bases of her breasts that usually meant something bad was about to happen. Then Janet felt the sharp twitching sensation near the upper outer quadrant of her left breast, and held her breath despite the intensity of her ongoing orgasm. The heroine knew she had just felt tissue near the base of her left breast tear from the tissue still attached to her chest. The Spanish spiders were about to win a sordid tug of war.

“So, your breasts are finally giving up their battle for life and are about to become bacon, are they, sow?” Bill Jennings chided softly as he enjoyed the fluttering sheath of warm orifice milking his manhood as he shared a 21^st Century superheroine’s pain. “Which one first?”

“LlleeeefffttT!” Janet replied in a long drawn-out gasp that screamed of the searing agony now mixing with the mind-numbing glow of sexual climax. The plucky heroine looked out of her booth window and saw the intense discomfort on Andy Summer’s face and the wide-eyed horror on her husband’s face out at her table. She forced a reassuring smile on her own face, and stammered, “This actually…feels…kind of…COOL! AH! More twitches…in my…left breast! Tissue…TEARING!” Then the Wasp let out another shorter, sharper gasp, as she felt the first searing twitch on the inside of her right breast.

Bill felt the spunky heroine’s agony and apprehension as well, as her sphincter clamped down hard around the base of his thick penis imbedded deep into her rectum. He nearly lost another load of semen, but managed to stave off orgasm as he stared up to the viewing screen before him. He slowly, carefully applied pressure on the pry bar to lift the metal diaphragm trapping Janet’s stretched clitoris out of its cavity, and grunted with satisfaction as even more of the tiny organ’s shaft was pulled above the sharp surgical scissor’s blades. “More than an inch, Mrs. Van Dyne,” Bill chortled gleefully, “I guarantee it!”

The Wasp glanced with teary blue eyes up at the viewing screen to see what Bill’s words and the sensations emanating from an organ at the limits of its tensile strength vulva already told her. Preparations for her neutering had been completed—Janet was in the midst of what likely would be her last climax ever—Bill Jennings was about to excise an inch-and-a-half of her precious clitoris from her body. Janet Van Dyne unabashedly gave herself to the throes of orgasm and issued a long, reverberating triple sigh that screamed of pleasure yet was colored with agony and remorse.

A series of sharp twitching sensations coming from both breasts brought Janet’s attention back to her booth window. The disgust on Andy’s face as he stood before his booth staring at her debreasting portals, the looks of fascination on her tablemate’s faces as they gave her predicament their full attention, and the frown Cheryl’s face as she rushed forward from behind the kitchen counter with a silver meat tray and two pairs of differently sized meat shears, told the sighing heroine that the tearing of her breast tissue must be evident on the other side of her booth wall.

Suddenly, the agony being issued from her left breast abruptly increased to a level she didn’t think possible to endure, and the plucky heroine once again choked off her sighs as she held her breath trying desperately not to scream. The nightclub audience suddenly joined her in holding breaths, and through the deafening silence Janet could hear a wet ripping sound. As if in slow motion, the Wasp watched a nipple-towards-ceiling breast swing outwards and drop downwards into her view. The breast continued outwards and then banged against the metal post Andy still stood behind.

As she felt a few more twitches from her right breast, and heard another wet ripping sound as the agony from her remaining breast intensified, Janet Van Dyne released her breath as she sighed in climax and agony. Once again, she watched a breast swing nipple up out away from her and drop downwards in slow motion to clang against the metal post as she felt a gasping Bill Jennings spraying another load of semen into her rectum as her anus milked his manhood dry.

The Wasp forced her eyes away from the pair of breasts hanging from thin cables in the grasps of Spanish spiders, to her viewing screen. The heroine again held her breath as she felt sharp scissor blades close into her tender clitoral shaft atop the apex of her vulva. Once again, a sound was heard through the deafening silence that filled the nightclub—there was a snap as Janet’s clitoris dropped downward and her clitoral shaft below the cut sprang back down into its cavity. As she watched in amazement as the hand holding a pry bar on her viewing screen nimbly plucked the falling sexual center out of midair, Janet gasped and sighed as she struggled to make the most of the climax, probably her final climax, still washing through her loins while the nightclub became filled with raucous applause.

Janet gasped and sighed and grinned with jubilation as she watched Andy, with instructions from Cheryl, take one Spanish spider at a time and release breast bacon lumps onto the silver tray as the loud applause continued. Then, with Cheryl’s coaching, Andy knelt before her debreasting portals and began shearing off remnants of breast and skin to tidy up her wounds and harvest her bacon to the fullest extent possible.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity of pain added to agony as her climax subsided, Andy stood, took the tray from Cheryl, and held her amputated C-cups before her watery eyes. Janet grinned her wicked grin and hollered, “POPPED!” at the top of her lungs. “Well done, Sirs! That was a nullification to remember for the rest of my life. Now, why don’t you get those bacon lumps to the kitchen, Andy. My tablemates are hungry!” It was only as Andy Summers and Cheryl headed towards the kitchen counter that Bill Jennings finally pulled his penis out of the winsome Wasp’s no-longer-virginal anus.

To be continued.

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