Chapter 23. Redemption and Recounting

“What do you mean, men aren’t allowed in the Game room while they have sows inside, Cheryl?” Hank Pym hissed softly at the topless nightclub manager as he stood from his chair. “I’m pretty sure some of the girls at my table told me about a guy named Charles and his wife Jamie visiting Sue in Bill’s office as she was bandaged after Charles had nullified Sue. I’d like to be there for Janet as she gets her wounds treated!”

“Jamie had been released from the debreasting booth to become a breasted girl again, and Charles did not have any emotional or financial stakes with respect to this Sue you speak of, Sir,” Cheryl whispered forcefully back as she stared unblinkingly into the blonde superheroe’s concern-filled blue eyes with her own green eyes. “Additionally, Charles is a member of Club X, so he escaped the chastisement for his presence that Mr. Jennings would have normally given such a man. As Manager of this facility, I will see to it that the rule stating that no male save Mr. Jennings will be allowed in the Game room during business hours is more strictly enforced from now on.”

“And yes, Mr. Summers, that strict enforcement will include you!” Cheryl said softly but sternly as she turned her attention to the man who had come up behind her after depositing Janet Van Dyne’s bacon at the kitchen ordering table. “Might I suggest you wait for Janet outside the Game room door while the sow’s escort waits for her here at their table?” Then the sultry long-haired blonde turned her back on both men and called out as she headed for the kitchen, “Darlene, see to it that the nipples tipping that last set of C-cups are clipped off the bacon lumps and set aside before the meat is sent to the chef for thin-slicing and deep frying. It seems the boss is going to want them imbedded in one of those plastic hearts, once he’s sent us her severed clitoris as well!” Cheryl rushed into the kitchen to supervise her employees, and put away some superheroine memorabilia.

Meanwhile, near Jane’s station at the back of the Game room, a grinning Bill Jennings acknowledged, “You took your punishment very well, Mrs. Van Dyne. I must admit you and your friends never cease to amaze me! Did you, as it appeared, manage to enjoy your debreasting booth experience…despite my sharing your pain with you in the 41^st Century manner?”

“Thank you for the compliment, Bill,” Janet replied with a sheepish smile on her face as she watched the nightclub owner, kneeling before her as she sat on a chair, apply a second round bandage to her second round chest wound. “I did enjoy my debreasting booth game despite having you anally sodomize me for my first time while I was defeminized. It was a very interesting sensation, to have my breasts ripped away from my chest…I think I enjoyed that the most…although having to suffer through the trimming of the wounds with meat shears afterwards really blew!”

“Yes, I imagine it did,” Bill agreed with a grunt before chuckling, “although I should point out that Andy made a good job of it and there was no wasted bacon for me to dispose of before applying these bandages. Okay, spread your thighs so I can apply one of the little bandages to the apex of your vulva. Are you proud of the size of the girl penis you forfeited as your penalty for supposedly having committed adultery?”

“Proud?” Janet asked with a frown on her face as she stared at the severed clitoris on the medical tray Jane was holding beside her. “No I don’t think that’s the right sentiment for how I feel about having been declitted. We girls don’t have the penis-size envy thing that many men seem to have. If not for your having told Zatanna,” Janet admitted with a nervous giggle as Bill used an eyedropper to squirt liquid disinfectant and pain killer into the channel where the severed shaft of her sexual center now resided well below her skin surface, “that the Chula device never fails after one of our visits to the…to here…I would be very worried about my sex life right now!”

Bill chuckled at the nervous blush and look of bewilderment the 21^st Century heroine known as the Wasp suddenly flashed at Jane as he applied the small bandage to the little channel at the apex of her vulva to stem the slight flow of blood leaking from it and seal in the disinfectant. “Yes, Jane knows, Janet,” Bill Jennings announced with a broad grin on his face and laughing grey eyes. “We had to tell her as she could hardly have missed recognizing you girls getting debreasted over and over again. Jane can be trusted, for she desperately wants to preserve the best job in the nightclub…no potential menu-item duty and an automatic exemption from the Lottery as a livestock handler. Can you stand?”

“Livestock handler?” Janet asked with obvious disdain while shaking her head as she rose nervously to her feet. “Thanks for reminding me of my station in this century’s society. Do butchers and chefs get such exemptions as well?”

“Butchers do, but chefs do not as they merely prepare the food rather than see to its harvesting,” Bill Jennings chortled glibly as he took the medical tray from Jane and held it before the winsome Wasp. “After I mention that most livestock handlers work at the government meat-processing facilities, I need to clarify something that you said I told Zatanna, Janet. What I said was, if your Chula tissue regenerator ever ceases functioning, it won’t be immediately before or immediately after a trip to Final Fantasy. Saying the machine won’t break down is not the same as saying your body parts will always be successfully regenerated. Sorry!”

“OHHhhhh CRAP!” Janet Van Dyne spat as her face grew pale. “Now I’m going to wish I’d let you try for another quarter inch of clitoral shaft, because that was definately my last declitting either way my night ends. How much did we get anyhow? An inch-and-a-half?”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter as he watched the heroine examine her severed sexual center with obvious pride, before chortling, “Damn, I love you girls’ unique approaches to life. An inch-and-a-quarter…perhaps a bit more, Janet. Don’t worry…you won’t be the only clitless heroine at the end of the night. Don’t you dare warn the other girls of my intentions, and don’t you expect me to feel sorry for you if one of you ends up with a less robust sex life. Now, let’s you and I get back to your table. Sandwiches made from your breast bacon should be delivered there shortly. I’ll bet you come to discover you taste great!”

“Probably,” Janet agreed as she followed the nightclub owner to the Game room door, “I have yet to taste the meat from any of your ‘livestock’ that I didn’t find succulent. The chicken of the 41^st Century I suppose we girls have become. Mind you, Bill,” the spunky heroine spat as she pulled on her dark-blue bikini bottoms and then tossed the matching top she had carried into the room with her into a nearby trash can, “part of me hopes that I’m horribly rancid…assuming that might reduce my chances of ending up being spit roasted, what with Zatanna and Coach Taft still in the same room!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter as he followed the nullified Janet Van Dyne out of the Game room, still carrying the medical tray and a third nub of flesh destined to be imbedded in a small, transparent, plastic heart. He then hurried to take his seat at the heroine’s table as the winsome Wasp stood nervously before her 41^st Century debreastor.

“Have I sufficiently demonstrated my remorse for having hurt you, Andy, by taking advantage of your feelings for me at Club X?” Janet asked softly as she stared into Andy Summers’ eyes, which were brown pools of worried disconcertment. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be honest about things as we enjoyed that evening together.”

“As I said while you were in the booth, Janet…before I hurt you by ruining your breasts with the Spanish spiders…evidently as you had planned to have done to yourself by someone in any event…I do now understand why you girls needed to protect your secrets,” the professional football quarterback asserted haltingly. “I no longer needed…that penalty to be paid…for you to earn forgiveness!”

Andy watched the bandaged girl’s blue eyes fill with obvious relief before admitting with genuine remorse, “It’s me that now feels guilty…though my upbringing tells me I shouldn’t! I’ve debreasted a half-dozen sows before tonight…you saw me do Bill’s wife Marge’s breasts on a cutting board table at Club X. I didn’t enjoy harvesting Marge’s breasts…even though at the time I thought I was punishing Bill for my sister being debreasted here at Final Fantasy. I’ve never really enjoyed forcing partial conversions on sows…though I might enjoy it if I ever run into the girl who did my sister’s breasts. I didn’t enjoy giving you…as Cheryl put it…the most painful and horrifying debreasting imaginable! Can you ever forgive me for doing that to you? Can we be friends…if things work out when you get home…and you girls come back?”

“Hey there, handsome,” Janet urged as her eyes began tearing up, “of course we are friends, and don’t be silly about the debreasting thing. Those Spanish spiders were this pain slut’s ideal debreasting! The declitting I could have done without, and the anal sex was traumatizing! Friends or not, I’ll continue my habit of bartering for coitus instead of anal sex with first-class fellatio if…no when…we hook up in the future! Now let’s get back to our table, before my husband gets jealous, and see how I taste!”

“It won’t work, Janet!” Andy spat with a wide smile on his face. “Your ass is mine, when next we meet! You give a hell of a blow job, but, like Bill, I have a thing for back door action. Sitting at your table with your husband present won’t work for me either. I was going to sit with the coaches and our dates for tomorrow night at Club X anyhow. Don’t worry! I’ll give your breast bacon a taste. A couple of sandwiches will end up over there…where I’ve got the feeling the perception that I go easy on you has been put to an end.” Andy Summers nodded to the coaches’ table where the heroes of the evening had been joined by Tyler Roberts and four stunningly beautiful young girls whose revealing clothing marked them as girls willing to risk death games for a chance to get offered papers.

“Well, you can’t fault a girl for trying can you?” Janet sighed in disappointment as she realized anal sodomy had now become an unavoidable part of her life. “I’m glad that I’ve helped get you get back in good standing with Tyler, even if he was something of a creep towards me and my friends. Both of you enjoy your Janet sandwiches…gee I sure hope my C-cups yield enough breast bacon to go around! Until next time, handsome!” Janet Van Dyne quickly gave Andy Summers a brief but passionate kiss before rushing away towards her table. The professional quarterback looked stunned, shook his head, and slowly headed toward the coaches’ table.

As Janet reached her table, she noted that the smaller reserved table next to the dance floor had been pushed back into its usual position and that the do-gooders’ table was back to nine chairs. She stood beside the remaining empty chair next to her sitting husband, Hank Pym, bent, and gave him a long and passionate kiss before finally sitting down. “Hank,” Janet implored with desperation obvious on her face, “I never meant to hurt you. I never have. I promise, Andy and I are just friends…and we will never be more than that! Forgive me?”

“Yes, dear, I not only forgive you…but admit that you did nothing that needed forgiving!” Hank Pym replied while nodding with a silly grin on his face. “Wanda and Sue were right to chastise me for my behavior. Superheroines can’t possibly maintain a monogamous relationship with their husbands, due to the rapes they are forced to endure when captured by the bad guys. That’s just a fact of life that goes with the profession. What’s more…it HAS sunk in that if you girls continue to make your journeys to this place…and I still hope to talk you out of it…you are faced with a similar fact of life. Whether the men you encounter are friends or strangers…they can force sex and worse upon you girls. Let’s forget I ever brought up your night at Club X, shall we? What about your wounds? Do they hurt? Let me see!”

“Don’t touch, Hank!” Janet spat desperately as she slapped her husband’s hands away from her chest bandages. “As long as you leave the bandages in place, the pain from my defeminization is behind me. You don’t need to see! You’ve seen similar wounds on me before! Now, while I’m thrilled with your sudden enlightenment, I must admit I’m a bit disappointed in its timing. If you had been a little quicker with the light bulb switch, my sex life wouldn’t be sitting in that tray in front of you! I take it I’ve had my girl penis passed around for the table to admire. Any of you girls going to try to break my record?”

“Not a chance, Janet,” Zatanna replied with a mischievous grin on her face. “While you and Andy were talking, we girls gave Hank the bad news. That’s a lot of clitoris in that there tray! There is no way the regeneration attempt is going to be successful. At your husband’s request, Bill has permanently crippled your sex life! Isn’t that right, Wanda?”

“Possibly,” Wanda Maximoff admitted with a glare of anger towards the magic-wielding Justice Leaguer, “but nothing is ever a foregone conclusion. The limits of the Chula device are unknown. Let us hope the tiny nanogene robots are both persistent and efficient. Still, only a fool would even consider trying to have even more clitoris extirpated from their vulva, Janet. While Hank may have childishly chosen to nullify the wife he loves, according to Bill, you yourself demanded the unusually extreme stretching of your sexual center. What were you thinking, teammate?”

“I was thinking that I had already been neutered once, and that if I was going to be forced to endure neutering a second time, I wanted to leave twice as much girl penis behind than I did the first time,” Janet admitted as she blushed with embarrassment. “Sounds both stupid and prideful, I know. I had other reasons as well. I was trying to extract some concessions from Bill, including his giving me a chance to avoid anal sex. I guess I should also admit I may also have wanted to make Hank worry about his decision to have me neutered.”

“I too had my reasons…for making that decision, dear…which I will explain after the successful culmination of this evening,” Hank announced softly with a frown on his face. “However, I’ll admit one of the reasons may have been payback for the price I had to pay to get here…I told you girls you were having way too much fun with Ollie and my packages…it seemed only fair to extract the same price from you, Janet. Yes I know…I’ve been convicted of being childish before. Hey…Dinah said she might like to try getting declitted too,” Hank added teasingly trying to change the subject, “so maybe you’ll have company in your clitlessness!”

“Yes, well maybe my fellow blonde will reconsider that ill-advised decision,” Sue said softly as she stared into the eyes of the pony-tailed Justice Leaguer sitting across the table from her. “An orgasmatron beam focused on stretched and exposed clitoris may translate into a very intense climax, Dinah, but is that worth the chance of being sexually crippled? None of the rest of us girls are going to allow ourselves to be neutered, if that is what you were asking when you bragged about the size of your decapitated girl penis, Janet!”

“Alright, I won’t volunteer for neutering tonight, Sue,” Dinah chirped gleefully with a grin on her face, “despite the fun Janet seemed to be having as she had her clitty clipped. I’ll most likely get the treatment someday anyhow, what with declitting tubes popping up in villains’ dens so frequently these days.”

“Aye, suffering such a fate is a likelihood every heroine must be prepared for, friend Dinah,” Princess Diana of Themyscira interjected with a chuckle, “however, in…the country…a vibrator or rape machine will be the best you can hope for to bring you climax as you are made less womanly. Only here will you feel the insidious pleasure beams as your femininity is diminished and the temple that is your body dishonored.”

“Yeah, this is your only chance to get an orgasmatron clit bath, sweetheart,” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he grinned at his young girlfriend, “so we can stick to the plan if you want. Obviously, bad things can happen to girls who don’t volunteer, anyhow. You sound like you have had some experience with femininity diminishment, or the threat there of, Princess. Want to tell about it?”

“No,” Wonder Woman replied softly and took a long pull from her last remaining glass of Lactic Blaster. She ignored the questioning stares from everyone at the table, and then gave into a rare blush as Bill Jennings roared with laughter.

“Somehow I doubt your one-word reply is going to suffice, Diana,” Bill pointed out with a broad grin on his face. “Please do tell! Maybe your story will encourage Dinah to put HER asset at risk after all when she plays her booth game…as I assume she said she was tempted to do while I was neutering Janet at Hank’s request in the Game room. At the very least, your tale of danger, debauchery, and diminishment of femininity might help make Janet forget that this,” the nightclub owner reached across the table and lifted the small try with a tiny severed sex organ on it into the air, “might be the last clitoris she ever calls her own.”

“NO!” the Amazon Princess spat with obvious emotion. “The matter is private, Bill Jennings!” Diana looked relieved as Kaori’s arrival with sandwiches made from Janet’s harvested breast bacon interrupted the pressure she was getting to tell a tale that made her uncomfortable to think about. After the small plates were distributed to her and her tablemates, Diana noted that Kaori seemed to be waiting for something.

“Don’t mind my boss, Diana,” Cheryl interjected as she arrived to stand beside the do-gooders’ table and handed Kaori a second tray with two small sandwich plates on it. “That’s what passes for charm around here these days. Kaori, take these final two sandwiches made from Janet’s bacon to the two men who recently joined Coach Taft’s table. Then you can fetch sandwiches for that table’s girls from the kitchen as well, but they’ll have to be made from another sow’s breast bacon as there isn’t much of Janet’s left.”

Janet Van Dyne smiled as she watched Kaori hurry away, and then turned to her husband and quipped, “Well, what are you waiting for Henry? The moment when you get to eat your wife…in public for the first time…is at hand. Go for it, big guy!”

“Yes, Hank, let’s put another of Janet’s one-ups behind her fellow heroines,” Wanda jibed with a mischievous grin on her face. “She had the opportunity to munch on Sue, Zatanna, and my breast bacon, and tease us about it last Saturday. It’s about time for us to rib her back, but only after you tell us if she passes the taste test. Sorry to rub it in, Janet, but bragging about eating us is about to join bragging about your anal virginity in extinction!”

“Okay, here goes, although I must admit that what I’m about to do really seems weird, darling,” Hank Pym admitted as he held his sandwich before his mouth. “I guess I didn’t give it much thought when I was munching on sandwiches made from strangers earlier. I wonder if there is a term for spousal cannibalism…I mean spousal gynophagia.” The scientist cum superhero chuckled at his joke before taking a big bite of his sandwich and grinning his silly grin at his wife as he chewed! “You taste delicious, dear! Now this is worth the trouble we went through to get here tonight.” As the grinning and chewing girls at the table around him nodded while they giggled at the prideful look on Janet Van Dyne’s face, he asked jovially, “What do you say, Ollie, is it worth it?”

“This sandwich is delicious, but I’ll withhold further comments until I’ve tasted Dinah, Hank,” Oliver replied with faux seriousness. “If these girls get into a taste test competition, they may make us harvest and munch on their succulent fillets to prove which makes the better food animal. Then I’d need a new girlfriend, and you’d need a new wife! It might be better if we just enjoy the sandwiches, and don’t compare the taste of one girl’s meat to another…a suggestion that applies to all of our tablemates…as not all of them are going to be happy about becoming food.”

“A very politically correct approach to the matter, Oliver,” Bill Jennings observed with a grin on his face after swallowing his first bite. “I will say that all of these girls have proven to yield Grade A⁺ meat before I take a less politically correct approach. I’m not intentionally trying to make you blush, Janet, when I say that you might win that taste test if we put all you girls’ meat on the table side-by-side. Smaller breasts than most your tablemates and more melanin than Dinah, you see. Yes, you are darn delicious, and I would be tempted to split this clit candy into thirds and share with Hank and Oliver, if not for who you are and the autograph I expect to have you give me later.”

Cheryl giggled at her boss and pleasantly quipped, “Sorry, Mr. Jennings, but I better take that tray and get the tender flesh on it preserved before your memorabilia begins to dry out.” Cheryl smiled and winked at Bill as he passed her the small tray before she locked eyes with the girl she knew to be Wonder Woman and pointed out, “Besides, as Bill here is a 21^st Century history buff with a particular interest in girls of a certain profession, I suspect he might be prepared to tell the story you were hoping we had forgot about for you, Diana. Is the tale worth my waiting to hear it, or should I get this back to the kitchen counter?”

Wonder Woman purposely looked away from the 41^st Century girl’s gaze in attempt to ignore her prodding, and picked up the sandwich on the plate before her. The Amazon took a hearty bite before announcing, “Ahhhh! Most delicious! You have provided the most appetizing snack of the night thus far, friend Janet. Do, you, my tablemates, enjoy the epicurean delights before you?”

“Oh, to hell with political correctness!” Oliver spat with obvious frustration. “If Diana doesn’t answer Cheryl’s question, I’m going to really rub it in if her monster melons end up on the menu!”

“No, the tale isn’t worth hearing, Cheryl,” Wonder Woman replied softly while glaring at Green Arrow, but after a long pause continued with, “unless you enjoy tales of sordid debasement, disgusting debauchery, and sexual torture, friend Cheryl. Know you this, sexual mutilation, such as we voluntarily risk tonight, has been involuntarily heaped upon womankind long before this here and now…long before the there and when that are friend Bill’s hobby to study. The use of heated metal to burn away a maiden’s sexual center, as Janet said was done to a fellow contestant during her death game at Club X, was invented long before writing was developed to record such sordid deeds. I have lived a long life, and have battled hard and well to preserve the sanctity of my body. One day, on a solo mission not long after joining the Justice League, such a battle ended in my defeat!”

The Amazon warrior took a long drink of bluish white liquid and another bite of sandwich before admitting in a whispered voice as she chewed, “I know recordings were made of my debasement and the diminishment of my femininity. Have these recordings survived the passage of the ages, friend Bill? Is that why friend Cheryl thinks you may tell my tale of terrible defeat if I do not?”

“Some, but not all of the recordings, Princess,” Bill Jennings replied softly before taking another bite of his own sandwich. “Enough to wet my appetite…sorry, just couldn’t resist teasing as I enjoy Janet here…to want to know how you handled your setback at the hands of Advanced Idea Mechanics, or AIM, on your first mission for Nick Fury, Director of the Supreme Headquarters International Espionage Law-enforcement Division, or SHIELD.”

“As any heroine handles such, as you label them, setbacks…with bravery and decorum,” Diana replied matter-of-factly in a whispered voice as her tablemates stared at her with riveted attention as they ate. Then she grumbled slightly louder, with obviously irritation, “Oh, very well! Fury sent me into AIM’s headquarters to retrieve and secure a device with unlimited potential to do harm in the hands of evil, the Cosmic Cube. The Super-Adaptoid met me just inside the front gate of the facility—I defeated the android with ease, despite its having duplicated my form and super powers. I left their headquarters scattered with unconscious agents as I worked my way towards the weapons vault. Modok, a creature that is more head than man, was waiting for me at the vault door. I learned two things there and then; he truly is a Mobile Organism Designed Only for Killing, and using my bracelets to try to deflect psionic blasts as if they were bullets is foolish.”

Diana shrugged her shoulders and announced with obvious disgust, “When I awoke I was nude and locked into a restraining device of most devious design, with my arms trapped over my head and my thighs secured widespread to leave my vulva and anus vulnerable. I know a milking machine when I see one, and I immediately threatened the two AIM scientists present, one male and one female, with harm if they did not release me forthwith—they both laughed and my debasement began. The male fingered my vulva and anus while the female shaved my pubic mound. Then, as the male injected my breasts with lactation-inducing drugs, the female pulled off her head gear and began tonguing my labia, clitoris, and anus. Soon I was wet and my clitoris swollen, and the male was hooking the soft, rubber suckling cones attached to the milk-extraction tubes onto my teats.”

“As the first jets of mother’s milk were stolen from my mammary glands by the insidious milking machine, the two scientists stepped away from me,” Wonder Woman continued softly, a slight quiver in her voice, before pausing to take another bite of a most unusual sandwich. “The male stepped behind me and pressed the activation button on a squat, domed robot with four arms sprouting from its sides and two phallic-tipped appendages projecting forward beneath it, while the female stepped behind another machine with a sighting mechanism and a gun-barrel-like projector tube. As the robot floated upward and obeyed the male’s verbal commands to take a position hovering in front of my hips, the female activated a beam emitter and carefully adjusted the position of the projector tube until a thin red light bathed my swollen clitoris.”

“I’m sure you can all guess the fate AIM intended for me to endure, without telling you what the gloating male said as I struggled futilely for freedom while my swollen breasts glowed with the pleasurable release of lactic fluid,” Princess Diana of Themyscira observed with a slight nod and knowing smirk on her face. “He told me that the robot was an impregnation module, and that it contained a reservoir filled with freshly donated semen from all of the men of the facility, including Modok. He told me that he was going to command the module to insert its phalluses into my orifices, one in my vagina and one in my anus, and to begin raping me. He told me that if I climaxed, I would be inseminated, and that he hoped that it would be his donated semen that provided the sperm that impregnated me. His next words were for the robot, and my vaginal and anal rapes began.”

“While I find machine rape even more degrading than having sex forced upon me by vile men, the thought of being soiled by a concoction of many men’s seed being sprayed by a machine into my uterus was particularly disturbing,” Wonder Woman admitted sheepishly before shrugging her shoulders as she noted her tablemates seemed to be enjoying her recounting almost as much as their Janet sandwiches. “I was just about to inform the male of his impending death when the female scientist issued her warning. In an accent typical of an American from the deep south, she chortled, ‘Now there, honey, ya’ll really don’t want to climax…cause if ya’ll do, it’ll be ya’ll’s last nice cum. Ya see, this here’s a laser projector, and my orders are to focus the beam on ya’ll’s swollen little clitty at the first sign of orgasm. It’ll be easy ta tell. There’s no way ya’ll’s vagina is gonna hold all the semen in that module’s reservoir. I see leakin’, and I start incineratin’. Oh! Ya’ll better hope those big milk bags ya’ll is carrying are full, darlin’. If those teats stop squirting before all four milk containers are full, ya’ll will be getting burned even if ya’ll don’t get off on the impregnation module.’”

Princess Diana paused and shrugged her shoulders again as her tablemates laughed at her poor attempt at accent mimicking before asserting, “My filling the milk containers was never in question, although, I did wonder what my fate would be when the filling was over. I suspected I was going to suffer regardless of my fluid producing stamina or my control over my sexual urges, but had hoped I might be freed momentarily before that suffering began and manage an escape. Unfortunately, with less than a quarter of a container left to fill, my libido overpowered my will and I bucked in climax. As I heard semen splattering on the floor below me and the male scientist laughing jubilantly behind me, agony radiated from the apex of my legs. The smell of cooked meat that accompanied faint wisps of vapor emanating upwards from below verified what the pain had screamed to be true. My sexual center was being burned away. The female scientist was very thorough…the fourth container was full to the brim before she turned off the laser projector.”

Princess Diana chuckled as she stared at the fascination on the faces around her and noted that most of her friends had made good progress with sandwich consumption, before explaining, “They filled the hood surrounding my head with chloroform gas. I awakened still nude with my costume beside me to mark my identity in an alley in a part of the city rather notorious for gangs who enjoy rape. I ignored the men standing around me salivating in various states of disrobing, and verified what the pain emanating from the apex of my vulva had already told me. My clitoris had been vaporized well down into its cavity. I’m sure what I lost then did not come close to matching the size of Janet’s donated clitoris on the small tray you hold, friend Cheryl, but I had most certainly been sexually diminished…neutered I have heard it called here tonight. When the men around me saw the rage in my eyes…they picked up their clothing and ran in terror. The two AIM scientists suffered broken necks shortly thereafter.”

“But…but…but, when I watched you pleasure yourself…on the couch…while Ollie…,” Hank Pym stammered with a look of disbelief on his face. “You have a…there is only one Chula device…! How?”

“Yes, friend Henry, I do have a clitoris,” Diana chuckled, her blue eyes flashing with laughter as she nodded to the nerdy hero. “My sexual center was restored and the temple that is my body resurrected. The diminishment of my sexuality was temporary, not because of alien science, but because I am the daughter of Zeus and Hippolyta, and through that union I am blessed by Gaea, the earth spirit. If I am injured under honorable circumstances, I can bury myself in the earth’s soil and the miracle that I call Gaea and you call mother earth will heal my injuries, restoring body and soul. That was my salvation after my mutilation by AIM.”

“Now,” the Amazon Princess continued with downcast eyes, “do not believe that I do not cherish your gift of alien science, friend Henry…somehow I doubt the earth spirit would consider the injuries caused by breast suspension in razor wire loops after losing a joust at the end of a drinking game to be honorable. But for the Chula device, I would not be enjoying the Balance Beam Joust game, nor would I have considered wagering my clitoris against friend Bill’s manhood. I, like all my fellow heroines, count on you and your machine to restore me to my present condition…should I lose my gamble that I will finish the evening without a jousting defeat, and friend Oliver rubs it in, as he calls it, as he eats sandwiches made from my breasts.”

“Wow, Zatanna, you know what this means don’t you?” Dinah whispered softly with an awestruck look on her face and excitement in her eyes as she popped the last of her sandwich into her mouth.

“No, what does what mean, Dinah?” Zatanna asked as she shook her head in disbelief, knowing full well what was coming next.

“It means that you and I are the only heroines here that haven’t been declitted yet, Zatanna!” Dinah giggled softly with a grin on her face. “These girls are all one up on us…Janet’s two up! Doesn’t that just blow? Tell you what! I’ll risk my clitty during all my booth stints if you will yours during your remaining stints.”

“Not a chance, Dinah!” Zatanna spat as she chuckled. “I’ll never voluntarily undergo that procedure. Nothing is foolproof. Sooner or later the Chula device will fail. My sex life isn’t going to end when that happens if I have anything to say about it. Still…if bathing YOUR little organ in an orgasmatron beam as it’s stretched out and lopped off sounds like fun to you…go for it.”

“Well, speaking of clipped off clitorises, now that Diana’s fascinating tale has been told, I better get Janet’s to the kitchen,” Cheryl interjected as the ponytailed blonde prepared a retort. “Shall I send Kaori over with another round of drinks?”

“If I were the suspicious type, friend Cheryl, I might think you had joined most of my tablemates in trying to get me drunk,” Princess Diana chortled with a smile on her face before draining the last of her Lactic Blaster and standing with her sandwich only half finished while most of her tablemates’ plates were empty. “Too long has been the telling of tales, though clearly such tales wet the appetite! ‘Tis time for jousting with breasts endangered. If it pleases the Gods, the number of Phi Gamma Phi’s breasted sisters will yet again be halved.” Cheryl and Diana walked away in opposite directions.

Chapter 24. On with the Games

“I’ll say one thing for our Amazon friend,” Wanda Maximoff said softly as she watched Wonder Woman take the Bacon Risker box and strip off her patriotically themed bikini bottoms, “she can sure hold her liquor. I doubt she’ll be in much danger of losing a jousting match to those sorority girls. It’s probably safe to do a booth stint, if you are ready for one, Dinah.”

“You go ahead, Wanda,” Dinah chirped with a smirk on her pretty face. “I’m going to pick out a second set of balloons to pop. If my tits get ruined during my first booth stint, I at least want to be able to brag about getting two sets for one. I’ll happily watch you get those big D-cups of yours wrecked though.”

“Maybe in a little while,” Wanda replied softly, resisting the temptation to point out that she had earned the right to be the last girl to do a debreasting booth stint during this current visit to Final Fantasy by being the first girl to be debreasted on the heroines’ last visit to the nightclub. “I want to keep an eye on Coach Taft for a while. He just might want to punish me for interrupting his gymnastics team ceremony when I went dry at the dairy the other day. See anything that tempts you, Dinah?” The big breasted Avenger nodded to the four variously sized sets of breasts currently being offered up as potential donations in the debreasting booth portals.

“Not really, as I wasn’t paying attention when those girls entered the Game room,” Dinah admitted as she frowned slightly. “As you guys taught me earlier, it’s more fun if you have a reason to pop the girl’s balloons. Maybe I’ll get lucky and the bearded guy will have that blonde stick her D-cups through the center portals for me.” Cheryl nodded to a blue-eyed blonde in a light-blue evening dress who had just taken a seat at the reserved table next to the heroines’ table along with a tall, dark-haired, bearded man in a blue suit.

“Sorry, sweetie, that’s our friends, Jamie and Charles,” Sue said softly with a pleasant smile on her face. “Jamie won’t take a debreasting booth until after the lottery, and, when she does, Charles will be out there on the dance floor guarding her booth’s debreast button. Before she does her own booth stint, she’ll likely harvest another girl’s breast bacon. Look, Zatanna, Jamie has had her hair done since Saturday.”

“Yeah, wasn’t it shoulder length before?” Zatanna replied in a whisper. “I like the short, professional look on her. By the way, guys and girls, friends with benefits has a different meaning here. Jamie debreasted me on our last visit here before joining her husband at our table, and then Charles nullified Sue. This is rather awkward, isn’t it? I can feel them staring at our boobs, Sue! How are we going to explain?”

“Well, I did set them up for the twin sister ruse while I was in the booth and Charles was getting ready to flatten my chest,” Sue whispered back, “Let’s stick with that and hope they don’t pay much attention to the statistical unlikelihood of four sets of identical twins being friends.”

“I wouldn’t give it another thought, girls,” Bill Jennings advised with a chuckle. “The fact that they are sitting at a reserved table should tell you that they are here at my invitation. Jamie is due for one of her biannual Club X visits, and they are planning on putting it behind her tomorrow night, hence the new hairdo. With that on their minds, they won’t give much thought to you girls…unless it involves playing the debreasting booth game with you again. Just kidding! I was just going to change tables again anyhow, and I’ll make a point of telling them that most of you girls are hoping not to make donations tonight. Do continue to enjoy yourselves, folks!”

The owner of Final Fantasy, smiled, rose, and made the short journey to the adjacent table where he shook Charles’s hand and gave Jamie a hug before the three retook seats. After a whispered question to Bill, Charles loosened the zipper at the back if Jamie’s strapless dress and then grinned proudly as she joined the preponderance of girls in the nightclub in displaying her breasts.

“Well I’ll be damned!” Zatanna whispered as she returned her attention back to her own tablemates. “Maybe Bill has had his fill of taking advantage of us tourists for once. With any luck, Sue, we will make it through two more stints in the Game room with bumps on our chest! What story are we going to tell our guys to explain a couple of Avengers doing a strip tease for them?”

“We girls will put our heads together and come up with an explanation that works for both debreasting booth game winners and losers, in the event that one or more of us actually wins all three booth games, Zatanna,” Wanda interjected with a frown on her face before a suddenly hopeful-looking Sue could answer. “While I promise to be a good sport if I lose and others win, and do my best dance in the event that happens, it’s a bit premature to consider the possibility of someone winning on a busy night like tonight. I don’t want you girls getting your hopes up to the extent that losing a booth game crushes your spirits.”

Noticing the hope flee from the blonde Fantastic Four matriarch’s face, Janet took the chance to change the subject as she softly hissed while nodding to the Game room door, “Hey, look, Dinah, there are some more girls waiting to enter the Game room when a sufficient number of booths are empty. As Cindy is one of them,” the spunky heroine observed as she nodded to the chubby green-eyed brunette who seemed to be coaching her two friends, “I’ll assume they are all bacon hunters about to do a rare, if not their first, booth game from the wrong side of the debreasting portals! Normally Cindy pays for her drinks by entering the nightly lottery. While I enjoyed my booth game with her, I wouldn’t mind seeing her or one of her friends get what they’ve been giving other girls!”

“Talk Wanda into doing her tits for you, Janet,” Dinah replied softly with a hint of irritation in her voice. “I’ve kind of gotten a hang of the girl grading system they use here, I think, and I’m looking to pop a Grade A girl’s balloons, and preferably a rich bitch’s at that!”

“Actually, sweetie, its technically the girl’s meat that gets graded and not the girl herself,” Sue whispered softly as she flashed a friendly smile at the ponytailed Justice Leaguer. “Still, you have the general idea. None of those three would earn A grades for their meat. However, as to the preference you mentioned, might I point out that only a very small percentage of the girls in this room are papered, and the chances of any of them doing a booth stint without their debreast buttons being guarded are pretty remote.”

“Sue’s right, sweetheart,” Oliver Queen interjected as he put his arm around his girlfriend and gave her a gentle hug, “if you want to debreast a second girl, you might have to make do with a single girl like yourself. Lots of them are real lookers that have likely earned those A grades this society seems stuck on though. You don’t want to wait too long to take another set do you? Don’t you want to get at least one of your own booth stints done before the mid-evening lottery?”

“I suppose so, my hunky hero,” Dinah chirped with a grin on her face. “It might be fun to see the disappointment on Cindy’s face as she realizes she’s reached the end of her balloon popping days. I guess I can at least go up there and check her debreasting options when she and her friends take their boo…hey, Hank, I thought you were watching Diana. Look, she’s got some of those sorority girls yapping at her. I think some jousting action might be on its way!”

“Oh, sorry, Dinah, I was,” Hank Pym replied in an apologetic tone, “but I guess I got distracted. Take a gander at the table on the far side of the coach’s reserved table. What the heck is going on there?” The fair-haired Avenger nodded to a table of four with two evening dress-clad blonde’s sitting across from each other. “One of the two men just placed that small domed device with buttons on each of their sides and colored plastic arrows on their women’s sides in the center of their table. I guess they caught my attention because they are one of the few tables that didn’t bare breasts at Bill’s request.”

“That’s a random generator, Hank,” Wanda answered as she giggled softly. “It looks like Dinah may have her chance at debreasting another papered girl after all if we are patient. Assuming of course they’re playing the same game we observed on our first visit to Final Fantasy.”

“Right, Wanda,” Sue agreed with a frown on her face, “it does seem likely. At some point, Dinah, one or both of the men will reach out and place their hands above a button. Once one of the buttons has been pressed, the random generator will be activated and lights inside the translucent red plastic arrows will begin alternating on and off. After a random length of time the alternating blinking will stop, leaving one light on and one light off. The poor girl whose light remains on in the arrow pointing at her will likely have to risk an unprotected booth stint. They are all, of course, hoping the losing girl makes it through her booth game with breasts intact.”

“If those men don’t want one of their women debreasted, why would they chance sending her into the Game room?” Ollie asked as he shook his head in disbelief. “Hell, they are even leaving which girl takes the risk up to chance!”

“If we are right, and possibly we are not, Oliver,” Wanda replied softly with a smirk on her face, “they are doing this for the thrill of it. It’s a way to take some of the boredom out of a married girl’s uneventful life. Mind you, they will try to maximize the chances that the losing girl won’t get debreasted. That’s why they haven’t pressed a button yet. They are waiting for a fourth girl to prepare to enter the Game room with Cindy and her friends so that there are plenty of other sets of potential donations to choose from if a bacon hunter shows up on the dance floor while the papered girl is inside. When the papered girl returns to her table still breasted, she will be jubilant and her table will celebrate!”

“They, of course, have no clue that Dinah is in the room,” Janet pointed out with a chuckle. “I sure hope whichever girl enters the Game room picks an interesting way to get her puppies knocked off! It will be the last fun she has before she is live butchered at a government meat processing facility!”

“Okay, the girls get some sort of thrill out of risking their ta tas, and ultimately their lives, from what you’re saying, dearest,” Hank Pym observed with confusion on his face. “What’s in it for the guys? If they are trying to minimize the losing girl’s chances of getting her offered donations accepted during the booth game she’s agreed to play, they aren’t hoping to see one of their wives debreasted, right?”

“No, they want the girl they send into the Game room to return unharmed, Hank,” Sue replied softly. “Assuming they are playing the game in the same way we observed before. They may be Club X members trying to keep their women used to taking risks. As Janet said, they have no idea someone like Dinah might have caught onto their game.”

“Well, if you want to keep it that way, I suggest we all return our attention to the Balance Beam Joust game,” Zatanna pointed out as she chuckled softly. “If they happen to notice that we are watching with obvious interest, they may chicken out. Sue, you didn’t answer Hank’s question. What’s in it for the guys? This is a recipe for disaster, if they aren’t looking forward to bachelorhood!”

“Leave it to Zatanna to not left unsaid what really should be left unsaid, girls,” Janet grumbled as Sue blushed badly. “I’m not talking about keeping them from seeing that our table has noticed them either. The girl who told Sue about how this game is played said that, if the wife who is forced to do a booth stint loses her assets, both husbands will take their pleasures at home with the remaining breasted wife after a quick stop at the government meat processing facility.”

“Ahhhh!” Oliver Queen chortled with a grin on his face and a gleam in his green eyes. “This is how these folks arrange for a threesome! Very creative, if I do say so myself! What say we do the same, Hank, if Janet or Dinah manage to get themselves kil…no…what’s the right terminology…undergo full conversion to meat tonight?”

“Let’s not even talk about that possibility, shall we, Ollie?” Hank replied with a reddening face. “Besides, you’ve got Dinah setting up a threesome with young Mary Marvel for you, don’t you?”

“I’m sure Ollie was kidding, Hank,” Zatanna pointed out with a smile on her face as she chuckled at Hank’s obvious discomfort. “I’m sure neither of you guys wants to see any of us heroines make that full conversion to meat. We’ll all go home together at the end of the night, you’ll see. Let’s just hope Diana there is one of the girls who goes home weighing significantly less than when we left. I wonder why the powwow with those sorority girls is taking so long.”

A few minutes earlier, the four sorority sisters had surrounded Wonder Woman’s Bacon Risker box and had begun a very testy conversation, with a C-cupped brunette on the far right asking, “Where are you from, big tits? None of us Phi Gamma Phi girls have ever seen someone handle herself in a catfight the way you do.”

“I am from the country,” Princess Diana of Themyscira replied, implementing the standard vagueness of her tablemates as she smiled at the green-eyed girl with long, straight hair, “although I have traveled much both here and abroad. It is kind of you to compliment my jousting ability, despite the heavy toll I have taken on your sorority sisters’ breasts.”

“Ain’t that a laugh, Shauna, big tits thinks yer givin’ her a pat on the back,” the raven-haired B-cupped black girl standing next to the brunette chortled loudly as she glared into the Amazon’s blue eyes. “Listen up, ya big-titted cow! That wasn’t no compliment! It was Shauna’s way of askin’ where ya learned ta fight like that. Ya played this here Balance Beam Joust game before…somewhere else?”

“No, I have not so jousted with breasts endangered before tonight, young one,” Diana replied with unintentional pleasantry as she smiled at the aggressive dark-skinned girl wearing her short, ebony hair in the same cornrow style as many 21^st Century girls of her race favored. “’Tis my understanding that Mr. Jennings himself invented this game last Saturday night. I did, however, learn to fight at a very young age, and had plenty of practice using what I learned both against and alongside my many sisters. ‘Twould be no dishonor for your sorority to retreat from its foolish challenge against me with some of your sisters still carrying breasts!”

“Wow, you sure are humble, big tits,” the large-breasted blue-eyed blonde with shoulder length hair at the left end of the semicircle of girls observed facetiously. “You don’t really think you are going to leave this nightclub breasted do you, cow?”

“I do not believe she thought she was being boastful, Greta,” the slim, long-haired oriental girl carrying tiny swooping A-cups whispered to the blonde with perfect D-cups beside her. “It might be all those drinks she imbibed speaking, or she may really be that confident in her abilities. Either way, Lorna isn’t going to let us give up until she’s heard those huge melons of hers plop onto the floor. Do we wait, hoping even more alcohol enters her bloodstream, or do we put her up on the balance beam now and get those monster breasts noosed and purpling?”

“Take the Bacon Poacher boxes, Shauna and Sierra, and then take her out,” Greta commanded as she flashed a mean grin at Diana. “Don’t be stupid! See how drunk she is before you commit to a serious attack. However, once you decide she’s ready, don’t go easy on her. Kimmie and I won’t be the least bit irritated at you if you deny us the opportunity to get our own breasts noosed.”

Wonder Woman smiled as she watched the brunette and black girl head in opposite directions for the small boxes at the ends of the rectangular-shaped combat zone. At last the time for talking had ended. She was finally going to get more of the dangerous exercise she had come to this place and time to engage in.

“Well, the waiting is finally over, folks,” Hank Pym observed with a chuckle as he nodded out to the balance beam. “Diana is getting ready to use the ladder to step up onto her narrow perch and get those huge ta tas noosed up while the sorority girls strip and get belted up. I can’t wait to see some more breast suspension…temporary breast suspension, that is!”

“We know, honey!” Janet replied with a grin on her face. “Unfortunately you’re going to have to make do with the black girl’s perfect B-cups getting squeezed off first. I think she pissed off our badass Amazon friend.”

“Hmmm…good bet your right, Janet,” Wanda agreed with a giggle. “You know…the jousting game sure has the nightclub audience’s attention! A girl just might be able to sneak unnoticed into the Game room just about n…. Uh huh! Great minds think alike! Check out the foxy redhead who just joined Cindy and her friends at the Game room door with a bared a set of perfect D-cups.”

“All right!” Dinah spat gleefully with a grin on her face. “That’s definitely Grade A meat waiting for her moneymakers to get hauled off to the kitchen in the hands of the Black Canary. Good catch, Wanda. If I do her tits instead of Cindy’s, I can pretend they’re yours. The girl even looks a bit like y…. Hey…the four girls in the booths must have entered the Game room together! They are all moaning over active orgasmatron emitters!”

“You are right, Dinah, and you’re not the only one to have noticed,” Sue pointed out softly as she nodded to the table of four just past the coaches’ table. “One of the men just activated the random generator, so I’m guessing Dinah is going to have five sets of balloons to choose from when she takes a popping pin out onto the dance floor.”

“Well, sweetheart,” Oliver Queen observed with a chuckle, “it does look like you’re going to have plenty of targets to choose from. Three girls taking the unusual risk of potentially having the tables turned on them as they get their breasts harvested instead of doing the harvesting, a startlingly good looking redhead with perfect D-cups who certainly could be papered and just isn’t dressed for the part, and one of two blonde papered girls who, I’m guessing, is going to turn out to be at least a cup size smaller than the redhead. Whose melons are you going to pluck out of the debreasting portals?”

“Oh, I think I’m going to interview at least three of the five candidates, Ollie,” Dinah replied with a mischievous grin on her face. “The two Latino girls, who seem to be Cindy’s tablemates, are probably safe, but I’m at least going to play with chubs herself and see if I can get her to pee herself. I might pretend the redhead is Wanda and wreck her big tits if she’s picked an interesting debreasting option. However, if you were thinking of betting on which set of balloons is going to get popped, hunk-o-mine, you’d be wise to put everything on her fair-skinned C-cups.” Dinah nodded out to the table of four where one of the blondes was frowning as she stared forlornly at a lighted red arrow pointing at her while she stripped off her pink evening dress.

“She’s stripping as she stands beside her table in hopes her papered status will go unnoticed when she slips into the Game room in her underwear,” Wanda explained, answering some of her tablemates’ unasked question. “It might have worked if Hank hadn’t been so observant and if the jousting action begins while she makes her way to the game room carrying the dress….”

“And if Dinah didn’t have a one-track mind, and the papered girl wasn’t the only really fair-skinned girl to carry perfect C-cups into the debreasting booths,” Zatanna added while chuckling jovially. “Look! Her timing is near perfect! The sorority sisters are closing in on Diana!”

Wonder Woman had made no attempt to mask her wobbling as she struggled to maintain her balance on the narrow beam after Tricia had tightened the nooses of the center debreasting module around the bases of her huge mammaries, causing them to ball and almost immediately redden, and started her timer. She smiled pleasantly while the two sorority sisters, sporting clean-shaven pubic mounds, climbed ladders to take positions at the ends of the beam and had their smaller breasts noosed by Tina and Jill. She watched Sierra flash an impatient look at Shauna after only a few seconds of seeing her own impaired balance. Then she watched the green-eyed brunette shrug and nod, and both sorority sisters began edging towards her as they carefully slid their feet along the surface of the balance beam.

Princess Diana had assumed the sorority sisters had used the time that had passed since the last Balance Beam Joust game to prepare some strategies against her, and wasn’t surprised when both girls suddenly and nearly simultaneously thrust hooks at the forward ends of their double-ended jousting poles at the outer ankle-cuff ring nearest each of them. The audience gasped as, her reactions slowed by the many Lactic Blasters she had consumed, the Amazon managed to parry the pole ends away from their targets at the very last second. Wonder Woman then immediately thrust the end of her own jousting pole towards, first at the side ring nearest to her on the black girl’s waist belt, and then the hook at the other end of her pole towards the end of the ceiling rope to which the brunette’s drooping C-cups were now secured.

Sierra easily parried Diana’s hook away from her belt ring, and Shauna managed to lean her debreasting module rope out of the way at the last second, so the Amazon warrior’s initial offensive attack was fruitless, and she was left parrying the more aggressive black girl’s follow-up lunge at her own left-side waste belt ring. Fortunately for the Amazon, the brunette elected to back away from the Bacon Risker as she fenced with her Bacon Poacher teammate. The surprise and concern on Sierra’s face as she realized what her sorority sister had done made it obvious that this retreat had not been part of the girls’ strategy. As Wonder Woman feinted at her forward neck belt ring, and then narrowly missed hooking the outer ring on her right arm strap, the black girl found herself retreating backwards as well. Fear mixed with the anger on her face as she watched the huge-breasted girl carefully slide her feet sideways towards her as she pursued her perceived advantage.

“A serious tactical error there, boys and girls,” Wanda announced as she watched the ongoing joust with riveted attention. “The Bacon Poachers’ primary advantage is in numbers and teamwork. Give that up against a trained combatant like Diana, and you’re just begging for disaster. Everyone, including those two sorority girls, knows it too! I think every eye in the audience is on the jousting action now.”

“Not quite, Wanda,” Zatanna chuckled softly. “Dinah’s done a pretty good job of hiding it, but she’s kept at least one eye on the Game room door the whole time.”

“You are darned right I have, Zatanna,” Dinah replied with an impish grin on her face. “The blonde papered bitch just joined the redhead and three bacon hunters at the Game room door, and the sighs of climax coming out of the now empty debreasting booths ended moments ago. As soon as the four girls that were in them leave…the Game room door is opening now…out they come and in the five new girls go. And just like that I’m off to pop a set of breast balloons!”

“Give the girls a chance to fill the debreasting portals and get their debreasting options set, sweetie,” Sue advised with a light-hearted giggle. “You don’t want them to see you coming before they’re done doing that, do you? They may intentionally choose boring debreasting options designed to discourage you from choosing their breasts to harvest. Besides, there isn’t a reason to rush out there. You’re likely to be all alone on the dance floor as long as Diana has her abundant assets noosed in razor-wire loops…although it looks to me like it’s the Bacon Poachers that have their assets in danger for the moment.”

Dinah shrugged and nodded, first at the debreasting portals and then at the Balance Beam Joust game combat zone. She knew Sue was right, and that she had no reason to rush the sordid fate she was about to thrust upon one of the girls now filling the debreasting booths. Still, while she would really be disappointed if Wonder Woman suffered a misstep when her own attention was diverted elsewhere, she really couldn’t wait to play with another set of doomed breasts!

“Damn it, Shauna, get yer skinny butt over here an’ fight as we planned!” Sierra hissed angrily as her left foot neared the end of the narrow four-inch-wide sixteen-foot-long beam on which she perched four feet above the floor, and the slack in the rope to which her debreasting module was attached was all but gone. The fact that the slack was also gone from the huge-breasted girl’s ceiling rope, causing her purpling mammaries to bounce as the two girls fenced, gave the small-breasted black girl little comfort. She stabbed desperately at the Bacon Risker’s left forward ankle ring cuff, had her jousting pole end parried firmly away, and then managed to block the tall and toned raven-haired girl’s thrust at her own right forward ankle-cuff ring at the last second. With laughter in her blue eyes, her DD-cupped opponent rotated her jousting pole to bring the opposite hook into play.

“HOLA!” Wonder Woman chortled as her weapon’s hooked end reached the black girl’s upper chest. She grinned as she caught the girl’s debreasting module where it split into the twin nooses with her hook and gave it a vicious yank causing trapped B-cups to distend and bounce. As the dark-skinned sorority sister was pulled off balance and was on the verge of toppling forward off the beam, Diana pushed the leather-padded outermost curve of her hook against the girl’s chest steadying her. “Now, I think, my worthy opponent, you will have cause to joust with less recklessness,” the Amazon observed with a knowing smile on her face as she nodded to the girl’s balled B-cups, “for should you lose the joust, your breast suspension has been foreshortened!”

“CRAP!” Sierra moaned, more loudly than she meant to, as she stared with horror at the transparent plastic at the end of her ceiling rope and around her breasts. “Her yank on ma debreasting module broke the inner liner. The fluids are reactin’! In ninety seconds ma tits are gonna be circled with razor wire ‘stead a plastic. Get the bitch fast, Shauna!”

Wonder Woman immediately began sliding back, away from Sierra, and towards the C-cupped Shauna who had, indeed, been sliding forward in hopes of helping her smaller breasted sorority sister. Suddenly seeing she had become the Bacon Risker’s target, the green-eyed brunette panicked and repeated her earlier mistake of backing away from her partner. Soon, her ceiling rope was becoming taut and her right foot approaching the end of the narrow beam. She desperately slashed at the huge breasted girl’s right outer thigh-strap ring.

“Got you!” Shauna yelled jubilantly as she heard contact and felt her hook slide into the ring. Then she groaned as, even as she prepared a hard yank, she watched the Bacon Risker’s right hand flash downward to grab the end of her jousting pole. The dark-haired girl nimbly unhooked her ring, and then began exerting leverage on the brunette’s jousting pole in an attempt to force her off the balance beam towards the audience. “OH, SHIT!” Shauna shrilled as she realized the strength of the huge-breasted girl’s right arm was overpowering her two-handed grip on the end of her own pole. Desperate not to be toppled into breast suspension, she suddenly released her jousting weapon.

“WHOA!” Princess Diana of Themyscira chortled loudly with surprise on her face as the jousting pole suddenly came free and her own balance was nearly lost. “’Twas a desperate ploy, no doubt, young Shauna, but it very nearly worked! A hairbreadth from breast suspension was I indeed! Now,” the Amazon’s question began as her own jousting pole flashed forward and she hooked the brunette’s debreasting module just above her noosed C-cups while she tossed the Bacon Poacher’s weapon to the floor, “the question is, do I give you a full ninety seconds of breast suspension before thy balled fruit begins to be plucked from thy heaving chest, or do I foreshorten the pain and embarrassment of defeat, as I have done so for your sister, Sierra?”

“Let her hang and kick!” Coach Taft called out from the nearby reserved table. “This is the first of these bouts since Coach Sacrino and I got here. Let’s see how this game is supposed to work!”

Wonder Woman flashed a smile downward at the man she had witnessed threaten and embarrass her friends, shrugged, and released her hook from the brunette’s debreasting module. Instead of toppling the girl off of the narrow beam, as everyone expected, she switched targets and began sliding towards Sierra, who had been slowly working her way towards the Amazon. “You hang first, rude one, though those tiny breasts won’t allow you to dance on air for long!” Diana chastised with a friendly smile on her face.

Sierra froze as fear gripped her, and then readied her pole in front of her before desperately urging, “Ya can’t give up just because ya lost yer jousting pole, Shauna! Yer breasts are history anyhow if we don’t do something! Tackle her off this here beam, damn it! We gotta win for Phi Gamma Phi! DO IT!”

Once again, the green-eyed brunette caught an Amazon warrior by surprise as she suddenly launched herself toward the huge-breasted raven-haired Bacon Risker. Too late to move her jousting pole between herself and Shauna, Diana thrust her right arm out like an American football player attempting to straight arm a would-be tackler, which is essentially what the sorority girl had become. As Wonder Woman’s hand caught the leaping girl’s left shoulder, she shoved outward towards the audience. The brunette screamed as her breasts suddenly took the weight of her body and the momentum of her leap, and connecting tissue stretched and tore as she swung out over the Balance Beam Joust game combat zone.

The nightclub audience gasped as the sorority sister screamed in agony and terror, and the huge-breasted Bacon Risker teetered on the edge of disaster as she struggled to regain her balance while keeping her footing on the narrow beam. The gasps continued as the dark-skinned Bacon Poacher hurried forward to attempt to take advantage of her sorority sister’s sacrifice. The small-breasted girl thrust her pole tip, and, amazingly, the clack of deflection rang through the room suddenly filled with groans of disappointment and more gasps of surprise. The huge DDs were not going to plop on the floor just yet!

“Well played, brave Shauna!” Wonder Woman chortled as she fenced with Sierra. “You did yourself and your sisters proud. Stay brave as I seek to send your rude sister to join you while she does the same for me. Come small-breasted one! Surely you wish to begin your suspension while there is still plastic between your tiny teats and the razor wire loops!”

“OH, JEESE,” Hank Pym exclaimed with surprise on his face when he finally managed to regain control of his slackened jaw as he stared wide-eyed at the hanging brunette, “that HAS GOT to HURT! Did anyone else hear the ripping sound as her fall bottomed out and her ceiling rope went taut?”

“I’m sure we all heard her breasts’ connecting tissue tear apart as its tensile strength was abruptly exceeded, Hank,” Wanda replied with horror in her gold-flecked blue eyes as she stared at the dangling sorority girl. “It’s mostly skin that keeps her suspended above the floor now. Diana is right, that was a very brave combat move.”

“Very brave AND very stupid, Wanda,” Zatanna interjected with a dumb-founded look on her face as she frowned at the bawling girl kicking in air and struggling desperately to get a grip on the greased end of the rope she stared upwards with her neck bent backwards and her long brown hair dangling downwards. “I’ll bet you don’t see anyone try that again. It looked a lot more painful than the debreasting she’s still going to get!”

“Speaking of debreasting,” Dinah announced jovially as she abruptly stood, “I’m off to pick a pair of breast balloons to pop! I’ve seen enough breast suspension of one night.”

“Now, sweetheart, there is no such thing as seeing enough breast suspension,” Oliver Queen replied with a chuckle as he looked up into his girlfriend’s gleeful face. “Just ask Hank!” The girls at the table joined in with the laughter as Hank Pym nodded with a silly grin on his face and without taking his eyes off of the distended breasts, before Ollie added, “Do enjoy yourself out there on the dance floor, sweet cheeks. I’m sure the blonde who’s left her fair-skinned C-cups dangling out of booth 2’s debreasting portals won’t be leaving the Game room a happy camper.”

“Start at booth 5, Dinah, and work your way down the lineup of potential donations,” Janet suggested with a wicked grin on her face. “If it were me, I’d do Cindy’s droopy C-cups in booth 3, if she chose some a really interesting debreasting option. Or maybe the D-cups belonging to Wanda’s lookalike hanging out of booth 1’s debreasting portals. It would certainly be fun to pretend I was debreasting witchy here!”

Sue giggled as Wanda blushed badly, before urging, “Just go out here and have fun, sweetie. Whichever girl you choose to play the booth game with, just try to make it fun for both participants.”

“I will, Sue,” Dinah replied with a impish grin on her face. “I’m going to be mindful of the fact that I’m going to be on the other side of The Wall, myself, shortly. I won’t intentionally be earning any bad karma. It doesn’t look like I’m going to miss much over there, either,” Dinah noted with a nod out to the balance beam. “It looks to me like Diana is just playing with her opponent now, waiting for the remaining sorority girl’s plastic to dissipate from her breast nooses before she gets back to serious jousting.” Dinah watched her tablemates nod and then hurried out onto the dance floor.

Indeed, Wonder Woman had been content with fencing with the B-cupped black girl as she fully took her measure. It was obvious that the sorority girl was an excellent athlete, and, under normal circumstances, stood a good chance of winning against her in her drunken condition. However, it was also clear that Sierra was badly shaken by the sight of her jousting partner swaying in agony over the nightclub floor, and the knowledge that her own debreasting module would soon become more dangerous, when the chemicals within the device caused its outer plastic covering to vaporize leaving the bases of her smallish breasts surrounded by razor sharp wire. Diana mentally patted herself on the back for having implemented that strategy; she also made a mental note to guard against the same strategy being used against her own self in future bouts.

Sierra felt desperate. Shauna had screwed up by retreating instead of attacking at the start of their bout, and was now bawling in agony as she paid for that mistake. The sorority girl knew that she was in danger of paying for her brunette friend’s mistake as well. The huge-breasted girl was jousting with well-earned confidence, and without the advantage of numbers, Sierra was worried that her own B-cups might soon join Shauna’s C-cups in imminent forfeiture. “Enough with this fencin’, big tits!” she roared with glaring brown eyes. “It’s time fer ya to finally hang by those huge milkers o’ yers!”

“Make me, young one!” Diana chortled back with a smile on her face and excitement in her gleaming blue eyes. “Threats alone will not bring triumph to any jouster. One must do to make done!” Wonder Woman then slid her feet carefully but hastily backwards as the dark-skinned girl began moving towards her, desperately trusting the hook at the end of her jousting pole at one after another of the Amazon’s belt, strap, or cuff rings. To her credit, the black girl maintained her vicious offensive for nearly thirty seconds before she gasped in fear and surprise.

“What the hell?” Sierra blurted loudly in confused amazement as thin vapor distorted her vision and the feeling of the compression from the bindings around the bases of her B-cups changed in sensation. “Oh SHIT! Ma plastic coverin’s are gone!”

“Indeed they are, young one!” Wonder Woman roared back as she suddenly thrust her own jousting pole end forward, having been waiting for this very distraction. She nimbly hooked razor wire just above the point where it split into twin nooses and yanked back hard.

“OWE!” the black girl shrilled in pain as she desperately looked downward towards her own chest while she struggled to recover her balance. “YOU CUT ME YA BITCH!” Sierra screamed in rage as she saw the thin wire around her balled breasts buried into broken skin and felt the trickle of warm liquid on her ribcage.

“Indeed I have, young one,” Diana chortled back. “That was payment for your earlier rudeness! Fear not! The pain will soon be ended and replaced with the bitterness of defeat!” Wonder Woman unhooked her pole from the sorority girl’s debreasting module, dropped her tip down and hooked Sierra’s waist belt’s right-side ring, and, as she pushed her pole tip towards the audience, shouted, “HOLA!

Hank Pym joined the rest of the nightclub in a long drawn out gasp as Wonder Woman buried thin wire into the bases of the black girl’s breasts with her punishing yank on the transformed debreasting module, and then hooked the girl’s belt ring and shoved. As the girl toppled towards the breathless audience, as if in slow motion, an eerie silence filled the room. The dark-skinned sorority girl’s feet left the beam and her body dropped. A split second later a dull snap followed by a faint hum of vibration announced a rope pulled taut. The girl’s downward plunge paused for the briefest period of time that seemed an eternity, and then she dropped to the floor in three pieces making two thumps and one wet double plop as feet, ass, and severed breasts came to rest. “HOLY MOLY!” Hank gasped in disbelief. “That was one hell of a reverse breast guillotine!”

“Yeah, pretty cool sight wasn’t it,” Oliver Queen agreed as he nodded. “Nasty mouthed girl paid for her rudeness by missing out in the breast suspension fun. Well, Hank old buddy, at least you still got one girl swinging in air up there waiting for the slow rendering of boobs to kitchen cutlets!”

Dinah Lance had walked all the way across the dance floor and began her debreasting booth game by palming the swooping B-cups protruding from booth 5’s debreasting portals. As all of the girls playing the game from within the debreasting booths had elected to set their booth windows to one-way transparency, Dinah had no way of knowing which of the two Latino girls the breasts belonged to. “Hi, I’m Dinah,” the ponytailed blonde announced loudly enough for everyone in the booths to hear, “and I’m here to pop a set of breast balloons. Question is, whose tits am I going to carry to the kitchen?”

Dinah giggled as gasps of fear or moans of disappointment issued from behind The Wall. She tweaked the nipples before her for a moment before she asked, “Would you like to volunteer these breasts for kitchen use, sow?”

“No,” the Latino girl inside booth 5 hissed softly, “I’m not volunteering for nothing. This was a rather stupid idea one of my tablemates came up with. We should have done the lottery, as usual, instead.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Dinah replied as she made a show of reading booth 5’s debreasting options, “this might just work out for you. Laser beam from above with no docking or declitting sub-options isn’t going to tempt too many hard-core bacon hunters, as I’m sure you knew. What say I check out your Latino tablemate’s offered donations?”

Without waiting for a reply, Dinah stepped sideways and grinned as booth 4’s occupant responded to her breasts being cupped by stammering, “I’m not…volunteering…either! I picked…the same…debreasting…options as…my sis. Poach someone else's breast bacon!”

Dinah made a point of verifying the truth of the Latino girl’s claims about her debreasting options, while noting that the swooping B-cups protruding from booth 4’s debreasting portals were indeed close matches to the breasts protruding from booth 5. “Okay, both you and your older sister get passes this round of booth games, sow. I’m thinking the more rounded mounds of breast bacon protruding from the next booth down will make better sandwich meat anyhow!”

Dinah stepped sideways and lifted the drooping C-cups protruding from booth 3’s debreasting portals, which she knew belonged to a chubby girl named Cindy. “So you think you might like to turn those into bacon, do you, my dear?” issued calmly from behind the opaque booth window.

“Yes, I think that would work for me,” Dinah replied with a broad smile on her face. “Will that work for you, sow?”

“Please call me Cindy, Dinah,” Cindy replied softly with no hint of fear. “The term sow is rather impersonal, don’t you think? I always found taking another girl’s breasts to be more than a little personal. I’m sure I’ll feel the same way when I watch you carry my breasts to the kitchen. Shall we talk for a while before you poach my bacon, or are you just going to get it over with?”

Dinah laughed loudly, more at herself than Cindy. To think she had actually thought she would make this bacon hunter pee herself by threatening to take away the assets that allowed her to play the role of carnivore at this strange establishment. The girl was clearly not easily shaken. “No, let’s do talk for a bit before I make up my mind as to what I’d like to do. It sounds like you’ve harvested more than a few lumps of breast bacon yourself, Cindy. Do you prefer girls who come to terms with their fate before their donations are accepted, or those that barter and beg all the way through the process?”

“Oh, I definitely prefer the former, Dinah,” Cindy replied as she laughed softly herself. “I always thought that the latter type of girls were poor sports, myself. I mean, climbing into these bacon traps is a voluntary action. A girl should pay up with dignity when she is finally asked to do so!”

Dinah turned as she heard gasps behind her and saw the dark-skinned Bacon Poacher come apart on her downward plunge to the floor. “Yeah,” Dinah acknowledged as she turned back to Cindy, “and there are a lot of girls paying up in various ways tonight. I guess I better read your debreasting options and see how you’ve chosen to pay your tab, shouldn’t I?”

“Sure, why not,” Cindy replied with a chuckle. “I just hope you’ve got fast hands, my dear. I would be most embarrassed for you if you let my left breast drop to the floor after you hit my debreast button.”

“Guillotine, huh?” Dinah asked as she glanced at the computer screen to the right of Cindy’s opaque window to verify what she was being told. “Not my favorite debreasting method, as you might have guessed. The air rushes out of the balloons way too quickly. Will you be disappointed if I give you a pass, Cindy?”

“Perhaps a little, Dinah,” Cindy replied with a chuckle, “but I’ll get over it. Still, I should warn you. If you really crave this particular set of breast bacon lumps, as you said, you better take them off my chest while you can. I rarely offer them up as potential donations!”

“Well, in that case…,” Dinah giggled with an impish grin on her face as she bent her head down towards swelling nipples. As she suckled first one nipple and then the other, they grew turgid and hard. Then she stood and reached for booth 3’s red debreast button, and was rewarded with the slight hiss of inhale cut short by a held breath. “Hmmm,” the Black Canary chortled as she stared into the opaque window with the fingers of her right hand so near to releasing disaster on the breasts she pampered with her left hand, “on the other hand, I really should see what debreasting options the two girls to my left have chosen for their offered donations. Hold that thought, Cindy. With any luck, I’ll be back!” Dinah laughed softly as the bacon hunter managed no comeback, and then stepped to her left.

“Well, that woke her up and got her kicking again,” Oliver Queen observed with a chuckle as he nodded out to the Balance Beam Joust game combat zone and the writhing blonde who had just watched the plastic covering her debreasting module dissipate. “Her air dance had gotten downright boring for a while there.”

“Yeah, well, I think she had pretty much exhausted herself fighting the rope after the initial downward plunge that had pretty much ruined her moneymakers, Ollie,” Zatanna replied with disgust on her face. “That, and, I think, the sight of her partner getting her chest wounds bandaged while her breast bacon lumps got transferred from the floor to a silver meat tray took the rest of the wind out of her sails.”

“At least she’s kicking and squirming again as her C-cups deal with razor wire nooses,” Hank Pym chimed in as he saw Oliver ready to issue a terse reply to his know-it-all teammate. “I love watching the breast suspension this game always ends in, and the best part is when the girls start sinking slowly downward…like the brunette is now doing.”

“That’s my husband,” Janet teased with a grin on her face as she giggled, “so easy to please. Just put a girl through the agony of having thin wire slowly pulled upward through her breasts as gravity pulls her suspended body downward and he’s in seventh heaven.”

“Don’t encourage him, Janet,” Wanda chortled while grinning broadly, “that’s not nearly as much fun as it looks. The brunette’s not sinking all that slowly downward either, Hank. I think she had a lot of tissue tear when the rope took her weight and momentum.”

“Yes, I can see that, Wanda,” Hank replied with a silly grin on his face, “and I am cognizant of the pain she’s having heaped upon her as she entertains the audience. Forgive me as I DO enjoy this entertainment despite that fact. No one made her risk HER ta tas against our tablemate’s mammoth bosom!”

“No, you are right, Hank,” Wanda hastily asserted with a friendly smile on her face, “and I hope we weren’t sounding critical of you for enjoying yourself. That is why we are here! This really isn’t that different from enjoying watching girls…including tablemates…risk their assets in the debreasting booth games. It’s just that risking your assets in the booths, where at least you get a pleasure beam reward if your offered donations are accepted, makes a bit more sense to me.”

“It takes all kinds to make a well-rounded civilization, Wanda,” Oliver observed dryly as the sinking girl moaned and kicked at the end of a greased rope as she struggled hopelessly to grip it with her hands. “You see it your way, and Diana and those sorority girls see it their way. They prefer the excitement that comes with the risk of being maimed as a penalty for losing a fair contest over forced climax. Either way, all the losing girls end up like that,” Oliver nodded as the brunette suddenly dropped downward in three pieces with a moan of despair accompanying a wet double plop, “sans boobs. Personally, once the novelty has worn off, I don’t think I would find watching this enjoyable at all. Don’t worry, that novelty won’t have worn off until we are safely back home. I plan on enjoying watching each of you girls getting yourselves deboobed like Janet here did.”

“Just don’t feel cheated if one or more of us girls win all three of our booth games, Oliver,” Sue said with a smile on her face as she nodded out to the balance beam, “or if Diana makes it through the night undefeated. Some of us want to return home in the same condition we left.”

“Ollie and I won’t hold that against you, if you manage it, Sue,” Hank Pym replied with a quirky grin on his face as her diverted his attention away from the bandaging out in the combat zone, “even though that means my wife and, likely, his girlfriend will be providing lewd entertainment to your husband, brother, and Ben Grim. The Princess on the other hand…well I, at least, will be crestfallen if I don’t get to see her ta tas squeezed off her chest by tightening razor wire loops as she dangles in the air at the end of a rope…and don’t anyone dare tell her I said that either!” The do-gooders’ table broke into laughter.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Dinah chirped as she weighed a fair-skinned C-cup in the palm of each hand, eliciting a gasp from the blonde in debreasting booth 2. “Nice perky pink nipples protruding outward from perfect-shaped and nice-sized breasts. How nice of you to offer these up for donation to the kitchen, sow. How eager are you to get them off your chest, anyhow?”

“I’ve stuck my boobies through debreasting portals, Miss,” the papered girl in the booth replied in a soft quivering voice, “so they are yours to harvest if you fancy them. If you are being sincere in asking your question, though, I am not at all eager to donate my bacon for kitchen use. I’m in here because I lost a gamble. You going to make me pay up, Miss?”

“Probably, sow,” Dinah replied in her most pleasant tone, “as I did bring a pin with me that would be fun to use to let the air out of these pretty, fair-skinned balloons. Let’s see what sort of debreasting options we are working with here. Ummm! Blenders, simultaneous, set at medium speed with neither docking nor declitting sub-options made available. Damn, I wish I’d brought that debreasting menu out here with me. How do the blenders work?”

“You’re really asking me to describe how you will be destroying my boobies, Miss?” the quivering voice asked with obvious incredulousness. “Oh…what the hell! Your names Dinah, right? I’m Heather Thatcher. If you press my debreast button, Dinah, transparent cylinders will be pushed over my boobies with rapidly spinning blades in their bottoms. The blades will be slowly pushed forward and my boobies will be slowly chopped and ground from nipples to bases until they are nothing but pulp. My breast bacon puree would then be used to make frappe´.”

“That would be fascinating to watch, I bet, Heather,” Dinah replied with a veracity that was more than evident. “Not being allowed to pleasure these pretty balloons as the air is being let out of them would blow though. Do they make good frappe´s here?”

“The best, Dinah,” the blonde in the booth replied with a tone of hopeless resignation. “The breast bacon puree is mixed with fruit and ice cream to make a most wonderfully sweet desert. A lot of calories though, so they can ruin a girl’s figure, not that you look like you need to worry about that.”

“No, I stay pretty active,” Dinah admitted with a smile on her face before bending her head to suckle on the papered girl’s erect left nipple. She giggled around the turgid nub tipping a medium-size perky areola as she heard the low moan she was seeking get issued. She changed nipples and suckled again, eliciting another moan of pleasure, before straightening back up and announcing, “I could go for some desert about now, Heather, but I think I owe it to the owner of a big set of D-cups to give her a chance to convince me to take her offered donations instead of yours.”

Dinah stepped to her left and then laughed at the loud gulp that accompanied her lifting of two large, perfect, pinkish-brown-tipped breasts. She marveled at the silver-dollar sized areolae surrounding over-large rock-hard nipples for several seconds before asking, “What’s your story, sow? What convinced you to put these nice big breasts on the menu? I think I’d like playing with these big balloons for a while before letting the air out of them!”

“There really wasn’t any need to convince me to risk partial conversion, Dinah,” the redhead behind the opaque both window replied with a chuckle. “I knew from the moment my friends and I decided to come here tonight for our first time that I was going to take the risk. I mean, why come to a debreasting booth nightclub if you’re not going to give a booth a try? I won’t hold it against you if you decide to poach my big breasts, Dinah. Most every girl undergoes partial conversion sooner or later these days. Then again, if I get out of here whole and with the glow of a free orgasmatron beam treatment, I won’t exactly feel heartbroken.”

“Hmmm, a most reasonable approach to a debreasting booth game, sow,” Dinah chirped with an impish grin on her face. “Just how did you plan on getting these big tits amputated anyhow?” Dinah glanced upward at the girl’s computer screen and gleefully exclaimed, “Snippers! On dead slow too! Cool! Another debreasting method I haven’t seen used yet, and a double-cut one at that. Looks like you joined the rest of these girls in wanting to keep your sex life intact and color on the tips of your bacon lumps as they get carried to the kitchen. Tell you what, sow. Tell me about yourself while I pleasure these big melons before I decide if I’m going to slap your debreast button.”

Wonder Woman had watched with a contented demeanor on her face as blonde Greta and raven-haired Kimmie stripped off their meager clothing and got belted up. Greta unveiled the more customary hairless sexual assets, while the Oriental girl maintained a well-kept landing strip. Unlike her first two Balance Beam Joust game sessions, her opponents hadn’t bothered to begin getting ready for their own jousts while the previous pair of jousters was still paying the penalty for losing. In view of the relatively long bouts Shauna and Sierra had managed, and the slow, deliberate preparations Greta and Kimmie were now engaged in, nearly half her joust game period would be used up before action resumed.

Contentment became discontentment as the Amazon Princess realized the Phi Gamma Phi sorority might be trying to prolong their night by reducing the number of bouts per jousting session. This was something Princess Diana of Themyscira could not countenance. “Make haste, young ones,” Diana urged chidingly, “for the rest between bouts allows me to get my strength back. The boredom of waiting for renewed action, on the other hand, does little to ensure another jousting session should you not succeed in dislodging me from this narrow perch. Perhaps I shall choose to quit while I am sixteen sets ahead and still breasted!”

The blonde sorority girl glared at Wonder Woman as she stepped quickly up the folding ladder and waited for Tina to follow her up. Her glaring continued as the blonde game attendant reached the top step and finally pulled the double-noosed debreasting module attached to the end of the east rope, which was hanging from the ceiling forward of the beam and nearer the spectators to ensure any dislodged jouster could not regain footing on the narrow perch, against her chest. Then, as the younger blonde cinched the nooses, one breast at a time, into the bases of her perfect D-cups, causing them to ball and to, almost immediately, redden, Greta hissed, “You got one thing right, big tits, this is your last jousting match. You did well, cow. You’ll end the night thirteen sets ahead, but without hooters of your own!”

Greta watched as Tina stepped down the ladder, picked it up and hurried away, and then stared past the big girl with purpled breasts to Kimmie who was being attended by Jill, and grumbled, “Is there a problem down there, Kimmie? We don’t want to keep big tits, here, waiting.”

“Sorry, Miss,” Jill cut in as she continued to work on the Oriental girl’s debreasting module, “but I need to do this right. It’s pretty easy to get huge melons like Diana is packing, or big grapefruits like your carrying secured for removal by razor wire loops in the event you find yourself in breast suspension. This girl’s Roma tomatoes might pop right through the plastic covered nooses if the rope ends up taking her weight, though. I’m trying to get the nooses cinched as tightly as possible around the bases of her little titties to make sure we don’t have an embarrassing situation develop. There, how does that feel, Miss?”

“Like you’ve cut off the blood supply to my breasts, attendant!” Kimmie complained with a frown on her face. “Never mind! Just get down, if you’re done demeaning my assets, hand me my jousting pole, and let Greta and I finish off this impatient Bacon Risker.”

“Good,” Greta grunted as Tina handed her a double-ended jousting weapon and Jill held another out before Kimmie, “just stick to the plan. We’re not going to screw up like other girls I’ll leave unnamed. GET HER!”

Wonder Woman smiled as she wondered what plan the sorority sisters had in mind for her, and then chuckled softly as she set out to disrupt said plan immediately. Instead of waiting in the center of the beam to defend herself from the Bacon Poacher’s attacks, as she had done during her previous jousts, she immediately began sliding her feet down the thin beam towards the larger and bolder of her two opponents.

Greta halted her own progress toward the center of the long beam as soon as she realized what the Bacon Risker was doing. She looked thoughtful for a moment, and then took two quick sliding steps to finish closing the gap between herself and her intended victim. As she began fencing with the raven-haired girl with huge breasts, Greta chortled, “She’s within reach! Let’s get her!”

Diana countered Greta’s swipes with her pole several times before flashing the tip of her own weapon towards the girl’s right-side thigh strap ring. Wide-eyed, the blonde desperately knocked her hook to the side just before the Amazon caught the ring. Glancing behind her, the ageless superheroine noted that the Oriental girl was still sliding towards her, curiously holding her jousting pole at its center point as if a balancing pole.

“Nice try, but you missed, big tits!” Greta hollered as she realized, firstly, that she had successfully defended her thigh strap ring, and, secondly, that she no longer had the Bacon Risker’s full attention. “Now it’s my turn!”

Wonder Woman immediately shifted her attention back to the emboldened blonde and easily blocked the girl’s attempt to hook her forward ankle cuff ring. “That was silly,” Diana chided with a smile on her face, “to warn me of your attack. Remember it when you hang by those ample breasts you will carry for but a short while longer, young one.”

“I’m not a one-thrust kind of girl, you big cow!” Greta hissed angrily. “How about an arm strap ring?”

Diana shook her head in disbelief as she easily blocked the blonde’s telegraphed attack, but before she could tease the girl for her stupidity, the sorority girl flashed her pole downwards in an attempt to hook her left-side belt ring. Diana blocked again, this time at the last second. She gave a quick glance behind her, and was surprised to find Kimmie unusually close to her, and at the end of her rope that was obviously pulling upward on her tiny breast balls.

“You got lucky that last time, big tits,” Greta hissed derisively as she went for the Bacon Risker’s forward thigh strap ring. “I’ll get you hooked momentarily,” the blonde Bacon Poacher hollered over the clash of jousting poles as the huge-breasted girl once again stymied her attack at the last second.

Wonder Woman shook her head as the blonde went for a wrist cuff ring, forcing her to snatch her hand back. The girl was certainly being persistent and fighting like a whirling dervish. She knew she had to do something to put her bold opponent back on the defensive. She felt fortunate that the blonde’s jousting partner seemed to be sitting the battle out. Then she heard a loud thump and felt the wind rush out of her lungs!

“I got her, Greta,” Kimmie called out in jubilation as she carefully placed her foot back onto the thin balance beam. “Now to finish her off!”

Diana instinctively swept her jousting pole between herself and Greta as she twisted her head to see what she already knew. Even as she heard the clang of clashing poles, she saw the karate kick snap back out towards her ribcage. “OOOoofff!” issued from the Amazon’s mouth as another loud thump rang through the room and stars filled her eyes. Wonder Woman felt the jousting pole slip from her fingers as her legs began to buckle. She desperately stabbed her left hand downwards as nooses began pulling upward on her breasts. Miraculously her hand caught what she had not seen, and her knees stopped bending.

“Again!” Greta shrilled. “She’s one tough lady…I’ll give her that…but we almost have her! AGAIN!”

Wonder Woman actually managed a wry smile as she returned her attention to the big-breasted blonde, and focused her efforts on the jousting pole hook that was being pushed towards her left-side waist belt ring. One handed, she managed to deflect the blonde’s hook upward and outward, even as the Amazon brought her right hand upwards towards the right side of her ribcage. Again, there was the sound of a foot impacting torso. This time the blow was expected and taken with little damage.

“NO!” Kimmie screamed as the strong right hand closed around her right ankle and began pushing upwards. She tried desperately to yank her foot back, but the Bacon Risker’s grip was like iron. “NOOooo!” the Oriental girl shrilled as the upward push on her right ankle lifted her left foot off the beam surface and her breast nooses shared her weight with the huge-breasted girl’s arm. Then she felt the hand push forward and she swung out into thin air. Kimmie cursed Jill for doing her job well. Her tiny breasts did not slip out of the tightening nooses!

“HOLA!” came Wonder Woman’s victory cry as she parried yet another attempt at an ankle cuff ring by Greta while she and the nightclub audience marveled at the strange teardrop shapes the Oriental girl’s A-cups were making as they held her slim body in air over the combat zone. “Well played, young ones,” Princess Diana admitted with a friendly smile on her face as she turned to give Greta her full attention. “The Gods were with me when my left hand found my dropped jousting pole falling through air even as stars filled my eyes and my lungs burned from lack of air.”

“Be proud, young ones,” the Amazon warrior urged with obvious sincerity over the moans of the Oriental girl, which screamed of both pain and fear, “when you tell your daughters of the night you joined many sisters in breastlessness. Remember in those future days of how bravely you fought against the daughter of Hippolyta, and the glory that many of you came so close to celebrating as you almost sent the royal orbs of Themyscira toppling to the floor to join the fruits of you and your sisters’ chests. Be proud and celebrate those future days when you brag about your brave wager, made to celebrate your universities unusual success, and entertained a room filled with many eyes as they watched those wagers lost.” Diana smiled her friendliest smile as she dropped her hook into Greta’s forward waist belt ring, nimbly avoiding the blonde’s attempted block. Diana shrugged her shoulders and then twisted on her jousting pole. “HOLA!” Wonder Woman chortled as there was the sound of stretching rope and a moan that screamed of well-pinched breast bases.

“OH, YEAH!” Hank Pym spat loudly as he pumped his fist into the air. “First a pair of little baby plops, and then some real nice loud ones. That is still a minute or two off. I’m going to enjoy some nice sexy moans first, followed by some girls sinking through their razor wire nooses.”

“Don’t even say it, Ollie,” Janet giggled loudly. “Yes…I know…we’ve created a monster.”

“Admitting it doesn’t help change the facts, Janet,” Zatanna chided with a smirk on her face. “I’m just glad the bigger breasted girl hanging out there doesn’t have black hair. You know Hank is pretending those girls up there are us…when there is a reasonably good resemblance at least…as they sink in the razor wire.”

“Zatanna is right, isn’t she, Hank?” Wanda asked with a big smile on her face as she caught Sue’s eyes. “You’re imagining the hanging girls are tablemates, aren’t you?”

The table broke into laughter as Hank nodded with a sheepish look on his face. “Sorry, Sue, but the dangling blonde out there has some pretty large melons,” Ollie pointed out with a smile on his face. “I’m afraid you must currently be the daydream date, not Dinah.”

Sue blushed badly while folding her arms over her stared at assets, before observing, “Look, two new sorority girls just filled the Bacon Poacher boxes. It looks like Diana’s pep talk motivated Phi Gamma Phi into throwing one more pair of girls at this very action packed joust game round. Very athletic-looking girls, are they not? Healthy looking too, don’t you think, both sporting clean-shaven fillets below nice big D-cups. Both girls have nice long hairdos too…one with raven tresses, and one auburn haired. Fine daydream dates to widen that grin on Hank’s face, don’t you think, Zatanna and Wanda?” The table laughed at two more red faces.

“…and so it was obvious that my father’s decision was final,” the redhead in booth 1 announced with more than a touch of bitterness in her voice. “It was either take the receptionist position at the dentist’s office, or hang around home and help my mom with house chores. What with the price of meat these days, I thought the dentist’s office and my own apartment were the right way to go. Boy, was I right about that choice. They used my next youngest sister, dad’s fourth born, for a backyard barbecue a few months later!”

“Wow, that really blows, Vonda!” Dinah replied softly as the big-breasted girl in the debreasting booth finished telling her life story. “I mean, if your dad had managed dowries for both of your older sisters; he should have scraped the necessary credits together for you as well. As pretty as you are, you would have had papers in no time at all.”

“That’s okay, Dinah,” Vonda said with a happy giggle. “Dowries ARE downright expensive, so the majority of girls have to make do without husbands. I can’t believe my dad managed to pay for two on his banker’s salary as it is. At least I’ve been lucky with The Lottery. Our dental hygienist had her number come up last week. She’s down at Mainstreet Market right now waiting for someone to pay the price of a live roaster. I sure hope the family that takes her home for their barbecue meat is nice to her…maybe even gives her sex one last time. I received an A Grading from the government meat processing facility as well, so I could be in her position any week now. Of course, Dinah, if you snip these big breasts off of my chest, I’ll most likely drop a grade. Then I probably wouldn’t have to put up with having my meat for sale while on live display. On the other hand, long pigs don’t get to feel the warmth of the coals under them as they roast.”

Dinah giggled into the opaque booth window thinking about how strange the conversation had become, before bending her waist and sucking the redhead’s hard, thick left nipple. The girl gave her a nice moan of pleasure, which she rewarded by changing nipples. After a few more seconds of elicited moans, Dinah stood and once again palmed the large and perfect D-cups, one in each hand. “You are very nice girl, Vonda,” Dinah chirped softly. “I think I would very much like to see these big breasts snipped of your chest.” Dinah giggled when the redhead moaned with anticipation, before clarifying as she flashed a smile of encouragement. “However, that snipping is going to have to wait for another night, you Grade A hottie!”

The ponytailed Justice Leaguer stepped two booths to the right and lifted a set of chubby and droopy C-cups, laughed at Cindy’s gasp of fear, and then chortled, “I think I would very much enjoy turning these into bacon, Cindy. If nothing else, I would have the satisfaction of knowing your bacon hunting days are done. Sorry to disappoint, though…and I sure hope I’m not coming across as ill-tempered or a tease. I just want to enjoy myself as much as possible, and right now, I think I’m in the mood for desert.”

Dinah laughed again as Heather, the Grade A papered blonde in booth 2, gasped loudly and the pinkish nipples tipping her perfect C-cups swelled and hardened. The Black Canary stepped to her left and once again palmed the fair-skinned breasts hanging out of booth 2’s debreasting portals, before saying, “I noticed earlier the way your areolae perk, along with your nipples, when you are excited, Heather. It kind of tipped me off that you have a secret wish to have these tender and silky C-cups made into sweet desert. Shall we get to it?”

“DINAH!” Heather gasped loudly in a quivering voice as she felt her breasts lifted and weighed. “Wait! I mean…my C-cups are out there ready for you to poach…whenever you want to, but…. No…I’m not trying to talk you…out of making me pay up! It’s just…well…don’t you want to give me a little breast pleasuring first?”

Dinah giggled loudly as she smiled with delight into booth 2’s opaque booth window before replying reassuringly, “Of course I’m going to give you breast pleasuring, married girl. My friends told me it is customary to remind a girl of what it feels like to have her breasts and nipples pampered during the debreasting booth game, as a way of reminding her that she’s never going to be able to feel such pleasure again. I hadn’t forgotten that your breasts are going to be covered and cut off from my rubbing, tweaking, and suckling as soon as I slap your debreast button, Heather. Should I get started?”

“Uhhh…yeah…I guess so, Dinah,” Heather replied softly with resignation in her voice. “UMMmma…I like suckling…nipple AND areola…the best…while the undersides of both breasts are gently tickled. Do you really like the way my areolas perk along with my nipples, Dinah? Give me five minutes of suckling and they will really perk!”

“Got four minutes and fifty seconds or so left on your booth timer, do you, Heather?” Dinah asked as she giggled happily and stared into the opaque booth window with an impish grin on her face. “Tell you what, if you’ll tell me about yourself…what you do…about your family…about your plans for the future…why you chose to put these lovely breasts up for donation…while I pleasure you the way you like it…I’ll do my best to really get you moaning. Make it the Cliff Notes version though, Heather. I’m going to hit your button as soon as both breast tips are fully perked! Get started, girl! I’m going to do my best to make you wet!”

“I’ve been wet from the moment I pushed my breasts through these holes in The Wall and the booth restraints made it impossible to get them back out, Dinah,” Heather quipped nervously and then moaned with pleasure as the bending blonde’s lips encircled her left nipple and areola. “Okay…good girl…here goes. I’m twenty-three years old…with four daughters…oh…ICE HOT! That feels…so good! I don’t work…I take care of my husband…Sydney’s…house…nice…oh nice…switch breasts…PLEASE!”

Wonder Woman waited patiently as Tina and Jill cinched the plastic-covered razor wire nooses into the bases of her two new jousting opponents’ large breasts. While the auburn haired girl’s D-cups drooped slightly and were tipped with smallish brownish pink nipples and areolae, the raven haired girl’s D-cups were perfect shaped and tipped with large, turgid nipples at the centers of silver-dollar sized pinkish-brown areolae. These girls’ bosoms would do much to up Bill Jennings’ profit margin if Princess Diana of Themyscira continued to joust well. The Amazon suspected achieving her goal of sending the two newcomers into breast suspension might not be easy; both girls looked athletic, and the darker haired girl was nearly as tall and toned as herself.

As soon as they were handed jousting poles, the two sorority girls began sliding their feet towards their Bacon Risker target. This time, Diana chose to employ her usual practice of waiting in the center of the narrow beam to defend herself. Changing positions on the balance beam required careful concentration, even for a sober girl, and Diana knew she was far from sober. She thought it best to let her opponents be the ones risking missteps.

Once in reach, both Bacon Poachers ceased closing in on the Bacon Risker and simultaneously thrust hooks at the end of their jousting poles at rings—the auburn-haired girl for Diana’s left-side waist-belt ring and the raven-haired girl for the Amazon’s right-side thigh-strap ring. Diana parried and the two girls thrust for new ring targets, the beginning of a furious offensive assault that kept Wonder Woman precariously on the defense.

Dinah ignored the rapid-fire clacking of clashing jousting poles coming from her left as she worked once again on Heather’s left breast tip with her warm wet mouth and delicately tickled and rubbed the undersides of the fair-skinned C-cups she was about to demolish. She wanted to concentrate on her breast pleasuring duties, as well as the blonde’s explanation. If she missed out on witnessing Wonder Woman’s comeuppance, so be it.

“…so, while our husbands don’t normally…OH…uhhuh…make us gamble our breasts…uhhhhh…yeah…they decided to do so tonight,” Heather continued her explanation. “Agatha’s husband, Gerald…said we may as well…MMMM…take the risk…seeing as how we were…going to be taking…that’s nice Dinah…much bigger risks…at Club X tomorrow night. Our chapter…is hosting the state convention…ahhh yes…and lots of non-member dignitaries…like legislators and state department heads…will be attending…oooohhh uhhh…the Sunday picnic. They are going…to be needing…lots of meat. Yes…change breasts! There was…ohhh…thanks…a committee formed to…uhhhhuh…figure out how to…oh this is heaven…get the club members…to donate…the unusually large number…uuuhh ahhh…of both wives and guests…OH GOD YES…needed for live roasting…as well as achieving…uhhm good…more conversions to long pigs…uuuuhm yes…during the Saturday night games….oh that’s good…and lottery. Every male chapter member…will be there with guests…OHHhh AHHH YES…or bringing… any wives…who haven’t done both…of their biannual Club X visits…oh thank you, Dinah…like me and Agatha.”

“So you girls’ husbands made their pampered papered wives entertain them by gambling to see who would have to risk an unprotected booth stint,” Dinah asked with disbelief and disgust on her face as she straightened up and stared into the opaque booth window, “because, if you don’t end up the unlucky sow in one of the death games tomorrow night, there will be a lot of peer pressure on them to donate you as a live roaster for Sunday? And you lost the gamble instead of Agatha? Where does leave you now, Heather?” Dinah slowly reached for booth 2’s red debreast button.

“Yes, yes, and in this debreasting booth with well-pleasured and very perky breast tips,” Heather replied hoarsely as she quivered in fearful anticipation as the ponytailed blonde on the other side of her booth window reached upward with her right hand while she tweaked one turgid nipple and then another with her left thumb and middle finger. Then, as she heard the fateful click, she continued with, “Very perky tips that will be the first to feel the blender blades that will soon chop and grind my pretty breasts into pulp.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, Heather,” Dinah softly acknowledged before pointing out, “but somebody’s balloons had to get popped by the pin I brought with me.” Black Canary stepped back and stared with fascination in her blue eyes as she watched portal-sized transparent cylinders in circular holders attached to arms and brackets pop out of the kitchen side wall on either side of booth 2. The arm brackets were attached to the wall at portal height and the arms extended downward to the cylinder holders below them.

“Your perfect C-cups will make a frappe´ desert, which you yourself told me will taste delicious, and I am in the mood for desert,” Dinah explained as she watched the upward pointing containers get pushed outward on rods so that they would be well beyond the tips of even very large breasts. “Do try to enjoy the pleasure beams while we both wait for the blenders to be positioned and then start to do their thing, Heather” Black Canary urged with obvious anticipation as the rods rotated the arms inward and upward and while the cylinder holders rotated the cylinder openings toward the breasts while keeping their open ends generally upward until they reached their ultimate position perpendicular to the targeted breasts. Then the rods began retracting into the booth wall, bringing the cylinders forward as they rotated. Dinah had an epiphany and realized the mechanical action was designed to scoop any breasts drooping below the bottom of the portals into the cylinder openings and then lift them into the blenders.

“Don’t fret about it, Dinah,” Heather replied with a nervous giggle as she stared in trepidation at the cylinders with enlarged downward quadrants, widening the cylinder at its base in an asymmetrical fashion, being pushed toward her doomed C-cups. “As I admitted earlier, I stuck my boobies through debreasting portals, so they are yours to harvest if you fancy them…and obviously you do and are. OH! Shit! I can see the curved, metal blades in the cylinder bottoms. They aren’t spinning yet!” Then, as the cylinders were finally pushed over her breasts and firmly against her chest, the papered blonde exclaimed, “Oh…that’s nice…the orgasmatron emitter just activated! This part, I like!”

Dinah laughed at the papered girl’s quip as she cocked her head to the side of the left cylinder, over Heather’s right breast, and stared into the transparent container, noting the handle along what was now its upper side near the cylinder’s open end. She could see four-bladed assembly that Heather had described. They looked sharp, and then they started rotating, soon so fast the blades were blurs. “Hey, the blades are spinning, and they’re being pushed out from the cylinder bottoms by telescoping central spinner rods! What’s up with that?”

“Silly girl, Dinah!” Heather spat with a nervous laugh as she stared wide-eyed at the blurs and heard the low whirring sound that meant the ending of her breasted status would soon begin. “If you can’t bring the breasts to the choppers, you have to bring the choppers to the breasts. Eventually the rods pushing the mincing blades toward my chest will start repeatedly moving forward and then slightly backward. This action will pull the pureed breast pulp into the widened part of the bottom of the cylinders to get the ground meat out of the way of the unprocessed bacon and keep the audience’s view of the breast destruction unimpeded.”

Dinah giggled at Heather’s clinical description of the debreasting the papered blonde would soon be feeling while she and the audience watched. Well, while she watched at least. Black Canary suspected from the furious clacking coming from the Balance Beam Joust game area and the raucous noise coming from the audience that all eyes were on Wonder Woman—including her tablemates’. “Just enjoy your pleasure beams, Heather,” Dinah urged softly with a gleeful look on her face. “This is supposed to be fun for both booth game players!”

“Slapped!” Janet Van Dyne had exclaimed excitedly moments earlier. “Oh! It’s the blenders! This should be a gas to watch! Damn, Dinah sure looks like she’s enjoying herself!”

“I’m sure she is, darling,” Hank Pym replied as he watched the jousting action with wide-eyed anticipation. “Give us play-by-play when the ta tas start getting ruined. I’m not taking my eyes off of Diana’s jugs. I think they are history this match!”

“Maybe, Hank,” Oliver Queen agreed while hedging with, “as Diana does look overmatched…what with two against one and fourteen or so drinks behind her. I’ve seen her pull upsets before though. However, Janet, I agree with your husband…tell us what’s happening out at the booths…if you can manage to keep your attention there. I certainly can’t!”

Indeed, the defensive position Diana had allowed herself to be placed in was wearing her down, both physically and mentally. Wonder Woman was being forced to parry thrusts at rings so frequently that she had been able to make less than a handful of thrusts at the sorority girls rings with her own pole tip. The only optimistic sign that she could see as the jousting continued was that the auburn-haired girl was sweating badly and both Bacon Poachers were breathing hard. On the downside, even if somehow the Amazon managed to pull off a miraculous comeback, there were six more sorority girls who were witnessing a strategy that could be successfully used against her. Wonder Woman suddenly realized that, sooner or later, she would probably hang by her own prized breasts, before they were publically sacrificed to the Gods!

“Pour it on, Martha!” the auburn-haired girl implored excitedly as she suddenly read anger and desperation on the huge-breasted Bacon Risker’s face. “She’s finally beginning to crack!”

“You got it, Anne!” the raven-haired girl replied. “I can’t wait to see big tits kicking in terror at the end of a rope while she waits for the loudest double plop of the night as those huge melons splat on the floor.”

“Do or be undone, young ones!” Princess Diana roared as rage filled her heart. “There will be no terror on my face IF I lose. Let us test your own courage, shall we not!” The Amazon began furiously slashing her pole against one sorority girl’s weapon after the other. Suddenly, the Bacon Poachers found themselves on the defensive for the first time. The auburn-haired girl’s parries quickly grew weaker and weaker.

“Shit, this isn’t working!” Anne screamed desperately. “Pull back, Martha! Then we’ll try plan B!”

“No, keep fencing until she’s out of gas, Anne,” Martha urged calmly. “It’s two against one! She can’t hold out, and we may give her an opening if one of us retreats.”

Wonder Woman smiled as she began to think she might get to sit back down at her table still breasted after all. In truth, as she continued her all out slashing at the other girls’ poles, she felt that Anne’s was the better strategy. Fortunately, Martha’s argument seemed to convince her friend to keep fencing. Thirty seconds later, it was Anne that ran out of gas as she was hardly able to lift her jousting pole. It was then that Diana made her play. She slashed at Martha’s weapon and feigned missing high and nearly losing her balance.

“Swing, bitch!” Martha screamed triumphantly as she leaned inward and downward in an attempt to hook Diana’s right forward ankle-cuff ring. She never saw the jubilant grin on the Amazon’s face as the Bacon Risker slid her foot back out of the way and swung her pole tip back around.

“Not yet, young one!” Diana chortled as she hooked the raven-haired girl’s forward neck-belt ring. Wonder Woman braced herself as she pulled the sorority sister towards her while turning her attention to the auburn-haired girl. The girl stood on the beam, bent forward with her weapon hanging downward in her right hand and her left hand on her forward thigh supporting her upper torso. Seeing that Anne had no energy left to fight with, the Amazon slid her feet towards her dragging Martha, who was trying to unhook her neck ring with her right hand, along with her.

“NO!” Anne shrilled, suddenly realizing what was coming next. “We had you beat! It isn’t fair!”

“Don’t complain!” Martha roared as she was helplessly dragged forward and forced to give almost all of her attention to her own footing. “Use your pole!”

“Young Martha is right, young Anne,” Diana called out loudly as she took another step towards the auburn-haired girl. “’Tis useless to complain when a battle goes badly in war, and make no mistake, this jousting game is war.” Wonder Woman nimbly hooked the free end of her jousting pole into the bending girl’s right-side neck-belt ring. With a sorority girl hooked on each end of her weapon, the Amazon shouted, “HOLA!” Both girls screamed in terror as the huge-breasted Bacon Risker pushed her jousting pole towards the roaring audience with both arms sending them plunging simultaneously into breast suspension, taking the Amazon’s pole with them. Diana struggled momentarily, waving her harms forward and backward, as the move nearly cost her own balance, and then twisted her head to check her game clock. Being weaponless would not be a problem. The clock read zero! Victory was again the Amazon’s!

“I’ve died and gone to heaven!” Hank Pym declared as he chuckled softly and watched with glee-filled eyes as the two, temporarily, big-breasted girls kicked their feet in air as they desperately struggled to get grips on greased ropes.

“And here I expected you to be heartbroken, Pym,” Zatanna chided sarcastically with a mischievous grin on her face.

“He…no…more than a few of us would be, Zatanna,” Oliver interjected with a knowing smile on his face as he stared past the girls in breast suspension to the huge-breasted heroine perched on the balance beam whose bold move had caused them to air dance, “if we weren’t pretty sure we will get a chance to watch the royal badass hang by her own melons later. I’m not talking about the six remaining breasted sorority girls either. If I have Bill, there, pegged correctly, he’s dead certain he’s arranged for Diana’s double D’s to be sent to his kitchen later tonight. Isn’t that right, Wanda?”

“Yes, Oliver,” Wanda replied in a soft whisper with a quirky smile on her face as she stared with admiration at the stocky nightclub owner talking to the couple at the next table, “I think you have the measure of our manipulative friend. He was pretty sure he would collect Diana’s assets…as superheroine trophies I suspect…not merely sandwich meat…when he conned Coach Landry into taking his bet Wednesday. The fact that he seemed to be seriously considering wagering his penis glans, if Diana wins, against her clitoris, if she loses, after he learned about the drinking game Zatanna talked her into, does, indeed, mean he now considers his bet a sure thing. While agreeing to the drinking game was one of the dumbest things I’ve ever seen a heroine do, on the plus side, after yet another twelve or so drinks, the Princess probably won’t even feel the razor wire slice off her mammoth breasts while a room full of cheering people watch!”

“You’re probably right, Wanda,” Janet agreed with a strange mixture of both frown and grin on her face, “but doesn’t that mean that Diana won’t truly get to appreciate what will likely be her one and only debreasting experience? Doesn’t that also mean that those of you that want to watch that happen to her won’t get to see the embarrassment she feels as she suffers public defeat, the blow to her pride as her famous bust gets gradually but inexorably flattened, and, yes, her bravery as she deals with the agony that accompanies all of that air rushing out of those huge balloons as they are slowly popped? Never mind! On the plus side, as you say, she dismounted those two big-breasted bimbos just in time for us to watch Dinah’s booth game culminate…likely before the plastic noose coverings vaporize and the sorority girls’ D-cups start dealing with gravity and razor wire. It looks like the breast mincing is close to beginning out at booth 2!”

“Yes it does,” Sue replied with concern in her voice as she nodded out to the front of the room, “and it looks like Dinah’s booth game partner’s husband and friends, who had been watching the jousting matches with the rest of the audience, just noticed. The husband of the soon-to-be-breastless wife doesn’t look too happy now!” Sue frowned and then shrugged her shoulders before voicing an idea that Janet’s words had suddenly brought into her mind, “Guys, shouldn’t we let Diana out of her drinking game pledge…if not to give her a better chance of winning her remaining bouts and returning home breasted…then for the reasons Janet mentioned?” Sue blushed badly as her suggestion was greeted with either glares of exasperation or looks of disbelief.

“OOOH, OOOOOOH, UHUH!” Heather sighed loudly from within debreasting booth 2. “I’M…climaxing again…Dinah! ICE HOT! Three cums…and I still…have breasts!”

“I’m afraid that’s about to change, my papered sow!” Dinah replied gleefully with an impish grin on her face as she stared into the transparent cylinder. She had thoughtfully changed to observing the imminent breast reduction therapy through the right cylinder, over the girl’s left trapped C-cup, so she wouldn’t block the audience’s view. “I’m guessing the pain will start as you start losing your nipples in not too many more seconds. The blenders are taking a lot longer to reach those breast tips than I expected for your medium speed setting, despite the fact that said breast tips seem to be growing ever more turgid, as if actively seeking the spinning blender blades!”

“Yeah, I can see the ends of my breasts…from in here, Dinah,” Heather stuttered while giggling nervously between moans of pleasure. “I was attributing…my swelling nipples and areolas…to the pleasure beams…not some strange desire…do get the chopping…started. The blender…works on dead slow speed setting…until it touches breast tips…to build anticipation. My boobies…will only take a minute…to get munched…when that happens…and the speed setting…I chose…kicks in. Pain will come then…along with stronger…pleasure beams! Will be…pleasant experience….considering what…I likely get later! OH GOD! I’m about to cum…!

“What my friends said is true then?” Dinah asked over the papered girl’s moans of ecstasy, her smile now a frown of disgust. “Your husband will have you killed at a government meat processing facility…because of what I’m doing to you…because of his having gambled away your tits…when we are done with our game?”

Heather held her breath for a split second as she struggled to regain her composure, and then replied, “Yes, Dinah, I expect I’ll be…live-butchered…tonight. Oh, I’ll try to convince Sydney…to let me air dance…as entertainment…while he and Gerald…make Agatha a sex sandwich. I’ll beg him…to keep me as…use me as…a long pig…tomorrow. He won’t! Too much pride! Hope I…get a kind butcher…cuts feet and hands…off living carcass…first…lets me bleed out. Not one…who starts with digits…one knuckle at a time…and does best…to staunch bleeding…as meat cuts…are slowly harvested.”

Despite the pleasure beams bathing her sex and the feeling of wind on her breast tips as the blender blades neared her nipples, Heather noted the horror growing on Dinah’s face. “Stop that…you silly girl!” the blonde housewife urged with a giggle. “My ultimate fate…has nothing to do…with you. You honored me…by choosing me…to play your…booth game with. A game that’s…supposed to be fun…for both players…remember?”

Dinah bit her lower lip and looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding and smiling into the opaque booth window as she admitted, “You are right, of course, you brave sow. What happens after our game is Sydney’s responsibility. I’m just out here enjoying popping a rich girl’s breast balloons, while she enjoys getting her tits ruined as she stands over a pleasure beam emitter.” As Black Canary’s smile slowly reformed into her impish grin, she bent again and stared into the transparent cylinder before warning, “At least I hope we can both continue to enjoy this most wicked of games, because the blender blades are about to reach nipple tip…NOW!” Dinah blinked once as a tiny speck of pink was flicked against the inner side of the cylinder wall right between her eyes, and then numerous other specks began to be scattered all around.

Heather felt the slightest of itches at the tips of her breasts, and then plunged into a mind-numbing orgasm as the intensity or her orgasmatron emitters abruptly stepped up in intensity, and she screamed, “GGGGggggaaahh OHHaaa! UHHHhhhhuuuuh! OH YEAH!” As the intensity of her climax began to subside, she noticed that the itching sensation had intensified to the point of discomfort and was beginning to burn. Then she looked down with widened eyes and saw the fascination on the ponytailed blonde’s slack-jawed face, noticed the reddish pink mist forming a halo around her breast tips, and suddenly realized the tips of her nipples had been truncated. The realization that her tender breasts were indeed being eroded away, combined with the intense pleasure beaming onto her clitoris, sent the young papered girl back into climax.

Black Canary laughed loudly as she heard the girl inside the booth sighing and gasping in the grip of unending orgasm. It sounded like having your breasts slowly destroyed was the most wonderful experience a girl could have. Dinah was filled with an intense desire to give it a try; she knew she would be having that same desire even if there were no Chula tissue regenerator waiting for her at the end of the night and her sexy curves would be permanently gone. “God I love these debreasting booths, Heather! You were right, the blender blades are moving forward pretty quickly now. Your nipples are all but gone, and it doesn’t sound like you’re feeling any pain at all!”

“I’m in…agony…you…silly…girl!” Heather admonished shrilly as she forced her sighs of climax to pause. “I’m in…heaven…too! Sensations…get mixed up…in brain! OH OH! Bye bye…perky areolas!” The young papered girl watched with teary but laughing eyes as the viscosity of the radial spray of tissue began to thicken as the breasts being chewed up widened beyond her now pureed nipples.

“Yep!” Dinah agreed as she giggled happily and watched with great pleasure what she knew she should be finding a disgusting sight. “Those perky areolae…what I found to be the prettiest part of YOUR C-cups…are beginning to get minced. The holes in those tender balloons are getting larger, Heather. The air’s rushing out! God, I love ruining other girls’ chests! Damn, I can’t wait for someone to ruin mine!” Black Canary grinned as her taunting sent the papered girl back into climax, and then noticed that the pinkish paste was beginning to build up on the cylinder walls as the color diminished at the ends of a pair of fleshy cones. Suddenly, once the color was gone and the spray from the spinning blades started to look more pale and chunky, the whirring blades retracted backwards, pulling pulped breast with them as well as helping to clean flesh specks from the cylinder walls. Dinah watched with amazement as the cavity in the back, lower portions of the horizontal cylinders began to fill with pinkish-white paste.

Heather gasped in mid-climax, as she felt the rapidly vibrating pressure at the ends of her breasts suddenly cease, and noticed the burning sensation she was feeling from her chest increase? “Oh…shit…am I…bleeding…Dinah?” the papered girl asked, and then immediately felt silly for having done so. Then the vibrations resumed and the pain level seemed to lessen as she resumed sexual climax.

“A little, Heather,” Dinah replied over the sighs of pleasure mixed with moans of pain as the mincing of breasts resumed, “but it didn’t look nearly as bad as I expected. A few red drops on fatty tissue where veins were severed. Nothing even close to gushing. You won’t bleed to death, but you might get climaxed to death. I’ll probably end up tamed when it’s my turn to try that!” Black Canary giggled at her heroine joke as she watched breasts continue to get truncated as rapidly spinning blender blades churned into them.

“What a way to get your puppies knocked off!” Janet Van Dyne giggled excitedly as she palmed her round chest bandages, one under each hand, and watched the C-cups being chopped and minced out at booth 2. “I’m done for the night, so how about one of you other girls giving that a try?”

“Sorry, Janet,” Wanda replied as she laughed softly at her gleeful friend and teammate, “but if my girls go to the kitchen, they go whole…though possibly nipple-less. Sue? Zatanna?”

“Nope!” Sue spat with disgust. “I don’t care for any of the debreasting methods used to make frappe´! Besides, I’m taking my boobies home with me tonight.”

“Me too!” Zatanna replied with a chuckle. “Hopefully, Sue, we will both go home whole. Still, if I had to choose a way to risk my moneymakers being turned into sweet desert, it would be the masher. I bet your squishing boobs feel really weird right before they pop like grapes being squeezed between thumbs and fingers!”

“Do it, Zatanna!” Oliver urged facetiously. “I’d love to see your melons explode before being squished into paste!”

“You only think you’re joking, Oliver,” Zatanna spat back with a grin on her face as she cupped the undersides of her breasts, one in each hand, and teasingly lifted. “Be honest, you’d enjoy seeing these terminated using any method on the menu.”

“That is what the boys are here for, Zatanna,” Janet quipped softly as she grinned at her husband. “You should just be glad for Wanda’s rule number one, or none of us…I mean…none of you…would have any chance of going home breasted. I’m sure they would rather have been able to pop all of our balloons themselves.”

“You’ve got that right dearest!” Hank Pym chortled jovially. “I’d have rather done your ta tas myself! I’m not joking, but I’m not complaining either. Ahhh, the blender blades are retracting again…for the fourth time? Her breasts look pretty weird now, don’t they? Judging from the transverse vertical cross sections, Dinah’s victim is about two-thirds done…and we’ve been eating a lot of fat!”

“You’re a nerd, Henry Pym,” Wanda chided jovially with a friendly smile on her face. “You are right, though. The papered girl will be fully breastless in another fifteen or twenty seconds. Likely just in time for you to return your attention to the ongoing breast suspension…right before the plastic liners covering those sorority girls’ razor wire nooses go up in smoke.”

“We guys will do that in any event, Wanda,” Oliver replied dryly. “If that happens before my girlfriend’s game is done, just warn me right before Dinah turns to show me the blended breast meat she’s going to carry to the kitchen. I really want that threesome with Mary Marvel! By the way, your rule number one stinks! I would have gladly let Hank destroy two sets of C-cups and ruin Sue’s night for a chance at demolishing the remaining two sets of melons.” Oliver Queen laughed at loud as three D-cupped girls blushed badly while Janet grinned wryly.

“Oh…GOD!” Heather gasped in the midst of sighs mixed with groans. “It hurts…so GOOD…Dinah! Am I…almost…done?”

“Just about, Heather,” Dinah replied softly as she watched with fascination as the blenders blades retracted, perhaps for the last time, pulling the breast puree back with it and into the widened portions at the cylinders’ bases. “Here the blades come again, I think to finish your papered tits off for good.” Dinah laughed as her warning sent the blonde in the booth back into climax and the spinning mincing blades began to erode away the bases of the booth occupant’s breasts.

In truth, the Black Canary marveled at how well the 41^st Century girl was handling the death sentence that had accompanied Dinah’s pressing of her booth’s debreast button. The ponytailed Justice Leaguer thought for a moment, once again biting her lower lip as she watched the blender blades creep inexorably forward, and then grinned her impish grin as she declared, “You know, Heather, you’re a pretty standup girl for a rich bitch. Tell you what. I’ll be taking a booth soon after you’re done in there. Tell your husband, if you’d like, that I’ll let him ruin my tits if he’ll give you that air dance you said you wanted.”

Dinah shrugged her shoulders as the girl in the midst of a never-ending orgasm gave no indication that she had heard her impetuous offer, and returned her attention to the rapidly spinning blades that were now inside the alignment of the outer booth wall. She expected the action to end any second and the climaxing girl to be set free. To her amazement the rotating blade assembly continued to be pushed forward until they were even with the skin between Heathers cleavage and the ends of the cylinders. Then the spinning blades retracted, seeming to suck pureed flesh back with them into the cylinders where the remaining small pieces of breast bacon continued to be reduced to pulp.

“It’s over, Heather,” Dinah announced with as much encouragement as she could muster in view of her own gleeful giggling, “your balloons are fully popped, leaving you flatter-chested than any guy.” The cylinders retracted slightly, somehow without losing breast pulp out their open ends. Then there were clicking sounds from within the booth wall as mechanisms slid round caps downward from the inside booth wall and into the ends of the cylinders to prevent the harvested pureed breast bacon from spilling, and the cylinders were then pushed outward away from the outer booth wall and rotated into a vertical caps-up positions in their support brackets. “They’ll have to do a little trimming along the outer parts of your breast bases, due to the curvature of your ribcage…that’s all,” Dinah assured the debreasted girl as she stared at the angry wounds through the newly unblocked debreasting portals.

There were more mechanical sounds from inside the booth, accompanying releasing booth restraints, and the sighs of climax gradually subsided, before Heather managed to whisper, “That was a great booth game…I think, Dinah. Uhmm, aren’t you going to show me the bacon you poached from me?” The breastless papered girl laughed as the ponytailed blonde looked dumbfounded, and then urged, “Just grab a handle in each hand and lift upward you silly girl!” Heather’s giggles grew louder as her debreastor grinned broadly and abruptly hefted the blenders up out of the support brackets and held them before her face. The papered girl quipped, “Well that’s not going to make as much frappe´ as I had hoped! I wouldn’t mind if four glasses were sent to my table. My husband would pay! Uhmm…Dinah…one question…before you get what’s left of my C-cups to the kitchen. Did you really mean what you said about you doing your own booth stint soon?”

“I sure did, Heather,” Dinah replied with a twinkle in her eye. “Like Vonda said, why come to a debreasting booth nightclub if you’re not going to give a booth a try?” Black Canary grinned and nodded, before turning and hefting the two cylinders up for a grinning and nodding bearded hero to see. This time her hefts were accompanied by gasps instead of applause. As Ollie twisted his head away from her and towards the Balance Beam Joust game combat area, Dinah realized the gasps were due to vapor wafting from a pair of razor wire noose debreasting modules. She shrugged her shoulders and hurried towards the food ordering station. That was her Green Arrow; he understood priorities!

Chapter 25. The Prices of Impetuous Decisions

Dinah smiled jubilantly as she suddenly felt Sue’s arm around her shoulders while she stood before the kitchen counter’s food ordering station, and asked, “Did you see, Sue? I really ruined that rich bitch’s tits, but good!”

“Yes you did, sweetie,” Sue replied with a giggle as the two girls hugged. “You are now up at least two sets to one, as you wanted. Listen, Dinah, I came over to make sure you don’t end up wasting a valuable commodity by ordering too much frappe´ for our table, and then ask a rather delicate question. I was thinking that one glass, or at most two, would be enough for our table, seeing as we have a long night left a head of us and several sandwiches behind us already. Most of us have already tasted the Final Fantasy frappe´, so I would think you only need enough for you and the boys and maybe Diana. I would hate to see human resources go to waste!”

“Yeah, a girl’s tits ought to be worth more than the price of gold,” Dinah Lance acknowledged with an impish grin as she turned to face Kaori who had finally arrived to take the blenders and the pureed breast meat within them from her. “Kaori, as you know, I’m with a table of eight,” Dinah began softly and politely. “I’m not sure of the rules here, so set me straight if you need to. Can I have two glasses of frappe´ delivered to my table, and four glasses delivered to the table of the girl who provided the pulped breast bacon…without cost to them? That would be the front table just to the left of the coaches’ reserved table.”

“Yes, Miss Dinah,” Kaori replied pleasantly with a friendly smile on her face, “that is a most acceptable trade as the house profits by two glasses of frappe´. However, as you are new here, I will inform you that it is a most unusual gesture to send some of the donator’s meat to herself and her tablemates. This is what you wish me to do, yes?” Kaori watched the ponytailed blonde nod, and then rushed back into the kitchen with the blender cylinders.

“Is that wise, sweetie?” Sue asked softly with disbelief on her face. “The girl might feel insulted, and her husband may wait for a chance to make you pay for that insult.”

“It’ll be okay, Sue,” Dinah replied with a twinkle in her blue eyes. “The rich bitch whose balloons I popped, Heather, asked for the deserts. Oh, and I think I may have volunteered to let her husband ruin my tits anyhow.” Dinah laughed at the shocked look on the Sue’s face before asking, “You said you had a question?”

Sue shrugged her shoulders before acknowledging, “Well, they are your breasts, you did say you don’t plan on taking them home with you, and I myself have a preference for playing the debreasting booth game with males. What I wanted to ask is…well this thing with rich girls…which in this culture you seem to equate to any married girl…I mean…. Darn! This is awkward! How are you going to feel when Oliver finally pops the question, and you marry a multimillionaire? This vendetta against rich girls may seem rather…inconsistent…to you then…might it not?”

“Oh, is that all you’re wondering about, Susan Richards!” Dinah spat with a broad grin on her face and laughter in her eyes. “Ollie and I have been together off and on for several years now. We’ve broken up several times and gotten back together, and, surprise, he’s asked me to marry him more than a few times. My answer has always been…maybe someday. You may not know this, but Ollie is a bit of a reckless lout, but a resourceful one as well. He’s been a millionaire several times during his adult life, and totally broke several times in between. When I do marry him, it will be when he’s broke. No one will be able to say I married for money!”

Dinah laughed loudly as Sue blushed deep crimson, and then assured her, “Don’t you worry, Susan, that I might be judging married tablemates. I’m well aware that you and Reed were together at university, long before he became Mister Fantastic to your Invisible Woman, and got rich via his patents. I also know that the money in the Pym/Van Dyne family came from Janet’s inheritance. I wouldn’t be looking to be popping your and Janet’s balloons for the same reason I popped hers,” Dinah giggled as she nodded toward the front of the Game room door where Heather had just exited, wearing her pink evening dress with its bodice draped down over the front of her long skirt to leave her round chest bandages on full display to the audience. It was a wasted debreasting booth nightclub protocol in this case, as all eyes were on the sorority girls kicking and shrieking in pain over the Balance Beam Joust game combat zone, including Heather’s husband’s. “You can be sure, though, kind-hearted Sue, that, but for Wanda’s rule number one, I would be racing against the boys for a chance to slap you girls’ debreast buttons. I just love playing the debreasting booth game!”

“Yeah, you seem to be a natural as a bacon hunter, Dinah,” Sue replied softly despite her deepening blush. “Me, I enjoy the debreasting booth game only from the inside of the Game room…the danger I’m facing, and the pain and loss I’m trying to avoid…and…I admit it…the pleasure beam treatments at the end of the session…even when there is pain as well…although I’m not enough of a masochist to want it like Janet and Wanda seem to. I guess you have some dom in you, and I’m all sub. On that dreary note, shall we get back to our table before those two girls in breast suspension hit the floor in six pieces?”

“Have fun, Dinah?” Wanda asked with a smile on her face, and then shot a questioning look at Sue as the two girls took their seats. “You two seemed to be having a few words.”

“Yes, Wanda, Heather and I had a terrific debreasting booth game,” Dinah replied with the glow of satisfaction on her face as she stared out to the sinking girls. “Oh, good, those girls out there have nice big breasts, which the razor wire loops aren’t quite done strangling off yet. How come there’s a jousting pole hooked to both their neck belts when the auburn-haired girl obviously got knocked off her perch first?”

“They left the beam at almost exactly the same time, Dinah,” Janet replied with a wicked grin on her face. “Diana hooked the raven-haired girl and then the auburn-haired girl, before forcing them both off of the balance beam, taking her jousting pole along with them. I think the raven-haired girl is sinking more slowly because she’s the larger of the two girls, making her D-cups more massive than her sorority sister’s. Kind of the reverse of Wanda and Zatanna, here, who my husband is pretending they are. The greater the bandwidth…ribcage circumference…the more boob volume for a given cup size. I do think the darker haired girl has been doing a better job of gripping her greased rope end as well.”

“Dinah and I were talking about the way she seems to gravitate toward the kitchen side of the debreasting booth game, Wanda,” Sue replied softly as Janet joined the rest of the table in watching the breast suspensions’ final moments. “Thank god for rule number one!”

“Nah, that rule blows!” Dinah spat with a laugh as she gazed unblinkedly out at the jousting game combat zone, while sighs and moans began issuing from the remaining girls in the debreasting booths as they entered the final minutes of their booth stints. “As to the debreasting booth game, I think I might like it on both sides of The Wall. I may have accidentally arranged to find out if that’s so…before I had hoped…during my first booth game. I think I volunteered to let the papered girl I just debreasted have her husband ruin my tits!”

“Listen for it, Hank!” Ollie urged, and then grinned with satisfaction as the auburn-hair girl let out one more scream of pain and frustration as she dropped towards the floor, and then a rather loud double plop rang through the nightclub followed by cheers and applause. “That’s good news, sweet cheeks,” the bearded blonde hero proclaimed without taking his eyes off of the slowly sinking raven-haired girl’s breasts and the dangling jousting pole that still linked her with the auburn-haired girl. “Just pick an interesting debreasting method and I’ll play with your chest bandages while we watch those halftime shows Wanda told us about.”

“YES!” Hank Pym roared in jubilation as the raven-haired girl gasped loudly in terror and then dropped toward the floor accompanied by an even louder double plop, and the racket of the jousting pole finally clattering to the floor as it popped out of her neck ring. As the cheers from the audience became gasps, the Avenger hissed, “Oh, crap! That sucks! She was still trying to grip the rope as her ta tas finally gave in to gravity and razor wire, and it looks like she lost some fingers to the razor wire module on the way down.”

“She will be fine, Hank,” Zatanna urged softly as the scientist’s grin became a frown. “At least her hands will be. We can usually successfully reattach digits where we are from. I’m sure the instant-care facilities they have here won’t have any problem doing that before they graft skin over those nasty chest wounds. Two questions, one for Hank, and then one for Dinah, while we watch those girls get bandaged up and Diana get those terribly purple-looking jugs of hers out of breast nooses. Firstly, were you really imagining it was me and Wanda out there getting razor wire loops tightened into and being pulled up through our boobs, Hank? Secondly, do you realize how blonde it sounds to hear you say you THINK you volunteered to let the papered girl’s husband debreast you, Dinah?”

“Yes I was, Zatanna,” Hank Pym replied with a chuckle and a silly grin on his face as he watched Zatanna and Wanda blush. “What’s more…if I thought I could get away with exerting my privileges as a male here…I would order you both out there to take on the Princess during her next bout.”

“Been there, done that!” Wanda spat acerbically back as her blush deepened. “Well the temporary breast suspension part at least. I tested the prototype, remember? I lose my girls in a debreasting booth tonight, or not at all. Zatanna?”

“I’m not losing anything tonight, Hank Pym!” Zatanna declared emphatically with a determined look on her face. “I’ll do the remaining two booth stints that I volunteered for…after halftime…but if you or anyone else tries to get me to risk my assets against Diana’s…well I do know a shrink spell that works well on male packages! Do you want Janet to divorce you for sexual inadequacy? Dinah?”

“Yeah, that did sound rather blonde, didn’t it, Zatanna?” Dinah replied with a sheepish smile on her face. “Heather, the rich girl I debreasted, and who is finally getting hugs from her husband, seemed like a nice kid. She doesn’t deserve to be live butchered, and said she would rather get hanged. I told her she could trade my tits to her husband if he would let her go out air dancing. I said I THINK I volunteered because she was in mid-climax, and the last of the air was rushing out of her balloons, when I said it. I’m not sure she heard.”

“Let’s hope not, Dinah.” Wanda said softly with a frown on her face. “You need to try to sneak into the booth, when the time comes. When you go into that Game room, you are volunteering your breasts to anyone who wants them, not offering to trade them for some boon. That girl’s husband can punish you by debreasting you, and still have his wife turned into meat cuts regardless of what either of you girls want!”

“Can it, Wanda!” Oliver hissed while shooting a warning glare at the buxom Avenger. “Like I just told you, sex pot, what you’ve done might be a good thing, as long as you pick a debreasting option you can be happy with. You’ve said several times that you want to get those sweet tits of yours ruined tonight, anyhow. It won’t hurt if you are one of at least two girls who gets it done before halftime. Isn’t that right, Hank?”

“Right, Ollie,” Hank replied with a knowing grin on his face. “Having both Janet and Dinah debreasted before halftime will take a lot off of us guys’ minds. We will have been rewarded for our efforts at the start of the evening by having seen forty percent of the debreasting booth game players pony up body parts. At least fifty percent of you girls will have given us the viewing pleasures you enticed us here to see by halftime if one of the last six sorority girls out jousts the Princess…much to my delight. Oh, damn! Did I say that last part out loud? Hi, Diana! Great jousts! Can I help you get circulation back into those massive ta tas of yours this time?”

“Hello, friend Henry,” Diana replied with a friendly smile on her face as she took her seat at the table, “and yes you did proclaim your wishes aloud, though I never doubted that you men, at least, have had such wishes all along. I do not have ill will towards you for your wishing thusly. I thank you for your compliment, instead, though I am undeserving of it. In truth, your wishes to see me suspended by breasts nearly came to fruition several times that jousting match. As to your offered services, friend Henry, though my womanly appendages are numb through and through, and would truly benefit from hand massage, still will I break your arms if you dare to touch them!”

“Well, I’ll be damned!” Janet Van Dyne chided softly as she giggled at her slack-jawed husband. “First Zatanna, and then Diana! Don’t take their threats personally, darling. You were a bit out of line. Still the boys are right about one thing, Dinah. If you only get to do one booth stint tonight, it’s not the end of the world. Did you give Cindy a good scare?”

“I scared her a little, maybe, Janet,” Dinah replied with a giggle, “but that girl’s got some moxie. I may have pissed her off a bit as well. That’s one of the reasons I’ll do a booth stint soon…before an hour has elapsed since she squished those monster-sized milk bags earlier. I will go with my dream debreasting option on first try, if you guys promise not to read my options. I want to keep them a surprise, in case Heather didn’t hear my stupid offer. Sorry, Wanda, I wasn’t thinking when I made it. Oh, good, here is our desert! Give the other one to Diana, Kaori.”

“All right, I promise no one from our table will step onto the dance floor, Dinah,” Oliver agreed while grinning like a Cheshire cat as Kaori placed one glass of frappe´ in front of Dinah and the other in front of Diana, “at least not until your debreast button has been slapped. After that, Hank and I might want to see you get those tits of yours murdered up close and personal!”

“Watch away, hunk-o-mine,” Dinah chirped as she used the spoon in the glass to scoop out some strawberry colored desert, and watched Kaori head with four other glasses to the table of four at the front of the room. Dinah moaned with pleasure as she put the spoonful of frappe´ into her mouth and grinned with delight. “Darn, this stuff is better than Heather said it would be!” She grinned as Heather’s tablemates looked stunned as their glasses were distributed. She made a point of feeding another spoonful of the concoction into her mouth just as Kaori pointed her way, the two couples’ eyes followed, and Heather mouthed ‘thanks’! “Two, bites is all I get, guys and girls. Here, you boys taste, but share with the girls if they ask. Diana should eat her whole glass. She needs to keep her strength up!”

Dinah pushed the frappe´ to Ollie and stood as she watched Heather whispering urgently to her husband, and announced, “I’m off to check out an odd alternative to dieting as a way to achieve weight loss. Do enjoy both the frappe´ and the entertainment boys and girls, especially you, Oliver Queen.” Dinah walked purposefully towards the Game room door.

The Black Canary paused beside the Game room door, and then turned to look out across the front of the room. The first thing that she noticed was that Coach Taft seemed to be a little peeved at something as he impatiently glanced from her to the debreasting portals just as the sighs of climax issuing from the debreasting booths lessened due to some of the sows’ booth stints coming to an end. The second thing she noticed was the tall, handsome, carrot-topped man she knew to be Heather’s husband stand as he stared right at her. She also noticed several other girls heading her way, but she couldn’t be sure which were looking to join her in the Game room and which were hoping to scope out the potential donations she and the other girls were offering up. Dinah rushed through the Game room door, knowing full well that at least one debreasting booth was already empty.

Vonda and Cindy were just pulling their bottoms on as the Game room door slowly began closing behind Dinah. She grinned and chirped, “Hi girls. It’s my turn to either be teased or get my tits ruined. I hope I helped make your booth games memorable.” Both girls smiled pleasantly and nodded as the blonde Justice Leaguer stripped off her black and gold bikini bottoms, dropped them against the wall next to two other bottoms, and hurried across the Game room towards the sighs of climax still coming from the Latino sisters in booths 4 and 5.

“This way, Miss,” Jane urged pleasantly as she pointed into booth 1, “unless you would prefer booths 2 or 3. Do you need help setting the controls?”

“Uhhh, no,” Dinah replied, thinking it odd that the booth attendant, a tall muscular girl sporting a blonde Mohawk, seemed to be in a hurry, “the controls I’ve seen. The inside of the booth I haven’t.”

“It’s pretty straightforward, Miss,” Jane replied. “Just step up close to the wall, and lean towards the portals.”

The Black Canary nodded and entered the booth, sliding her upper torso forward along the narrow, leather-covered torso restraint on the left side of the booth that her friends had told her about. As she reached the front of the booth, the surface on which she was standing suddenly rose slightly, so that the bases of her breasts were at the precise elevation to be vertically centered in the holes in the wall. Then there were mechanical sounds from booth 5, and the older Latino girl’s orgasmic moans and sighs halted.

“Don’t dawdle, Miss!” Jane urged impatiently. “Just spread your feet and push your thighs against the leather covered t-bars to the right and left of your legs, and then guide your breasts through the portals with your elbows held high so that your arms won’t get trapped if you accidently set off the booth restrains. Once they’re in the portals, place your hands on either side of the booth window, lean in, and prepare to be secured. That will happen when your chest presses firmly against both portal rims.” Again there were mechanical signs coming from Dinah’s left, this time from booth 4 where the younger Latino sister’s pleasure beam session had come to an end. “Now, Miss! There are other debreasting booth rookies coming this way that I’ll need to instruct.”

Dinah nodded and again followed instructions. She positioned her feet and thighs and leaned forward to push her C-cups through the holes in The Wall just as she heard a booming voice call out, “Waitress…oh HELL…never mind!”

The ponytailed blonde heard footsteps headed towards the Game room exit and others approaching the other, now empty, debreasting booths as she raised her arms and pressed her chest against the inner booth wall. As expected, the torso restraint snapped closed, curving around her back, securing her chest tightly in place against the forward booth wall while, simultaneously, the t-bar straps encircling her thighs. Dinah giggled as the vertical bars to which the thigh straps were attached tilted slightly to adjust her pelvis position. She knew her clitoris was now centered over the orgasmatron emitter that would be her reward for risking her assets in the bacon trap that had just closed around her, or provide the consolation prize if those assets were confiscated by a kitchen-side player, as she fully expected they would be.

The Black Canary quickly turned her attention to the computer screen on the right side of her booth window, as she heard one booth after another to the left of her have booth restraints snap closed around breasted mice. It sounded like she would have plenty of company during her booth game, and she wanted to make sure she wasn’t the last girl to finish setting debreasting options. As the ‘debreasting method’ option menu came up, Dinah quickly selected ‘Knife’, and then smiled as the both the ‘allow nipple docking’ sub-option and the ‘debreasting speed’ option menus auto-skipped—the kitchen-side player would be fully in control of those aspects of her booth game.

The next computer screen was the ‘window transparency’ option menu. Dinah selected ‘two-way’, so that her friends would be able to see her face as she got her balloons popped. She started as the handsome man she was expecting to soon meet stepped before her booth window, and she instinctively tried to pull her breasts away as she saw him reaching for them with both hands while wearing a malicious grin on his face. “Oh my heck, I’m really stuck pretty tightly in these restraints,” Dinah chirped as she felt the male gently lift her C-cups. “Mr. Thatcher…I presume?”

“Yes, Dinah, but you may call me Sydney,” the man replied calmly, his hazel eyes gleaming with pent up emotion. “I think we are about to get to know each other rather intimately over the next few minutes.”

“Yes, Sir…I mean, Sydney…I expect we will,” Dinah admitted with a giggle. “I’ll be right with you. I need to finish setting my debreasting options so I can get my timer started…not that it appears the timer is going to be needed.” Dinah looked to her right and saw the window had switched to the declit option menu screen. She hesitated, and then shrugged as she hit ‘de-clit option no’, followed by ‘start timer’ as the final computer screen appeared. She hadn’t exactly promised to get herself neutered, she reasoned.

“Okay, I’m done in here, Sir…Sydney,” Dinah announced softly. “I presume you’re here to take me up on the trade I asked Heather to offer?”

“You can’t trade what isn’t yours, you stupid sow,” Sydney hissed angrily. “Your tits belong to anyone willing to hit this booth’s debreast button. I’ll take them from you and then drive Heather down to the government meat processing facility, as most any man in my position would be expected to do.”

“Yeah, I had a blonde moment at the end of me and Heather’s debreasting booth game,” Dinah Lance admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. “My friends told me it would end up exactly as you just said it would, but I did promise Heather I would try. I keep my promises. I guess my tits are yours to ruin!”

“You knew this was going to happen, and you took a booth anyhow?” Sydney asked with obvious disbelief. “You are a stupid sow, Dinah…or a brave and honorable one…either way, you’re soon to be a titless one! Let’s see how I get to make you pay for your impetuousness.”

The Black Canary suddenly felt trepidation fill her heart and mind as she watched the handsome man on the other side of her booth wall read her booth’s kitchen-side computer screen. It was really going to happen! She was actually going to get her tits ruined by some guy with a knife! She suddenly realized getting debreasted was probably going to be rather painful.

“HELL!” Sydney spat with obvious disbelief. “You’re either very stupid or very sneaky. You’ve got tons of guts either way, sow. I’m going to have to think about how I’m going to go about this. Don’t worry…I’ll give you five minutes or so of breast pleasuring before I get started. Then I’m going to make you scream!”

“Yep, he’s reading Dinah’s computer screen,” Janet squealed excitedly as she bounced on her chair and stared out at the closest of the four filled debreasting portals. “Now he’s suckling teats! Na Na! Na Na Na! Ollie’s girlfriend is about to be debreasted. In a few short minutes, I won’t be the only flat-chested girl at the table. I wonder which method Dinah has chosen to get her puppies knocked off with?”

“Take it easy, Janet,” Wanda urged as she grinned mischievously at her friend. “You wouldn’t want to injure that tailbone of yours would you? Isn’t your behind sore enough already? Besides, I’m pretty sure she told us her debreasting preference when Ollie was out harvesting Simone’s breast bacon. That’s why she doesn’t want him to read her options before they are activated.”

“She said she would select a tamer debreasting option during her first booth stint, Wanda,” Zatanna pointed out with a knowing grin while her tablemates laughed at the blush and look of consternation Wanda’s words had put on Janet’s face, “and now she’s arranged for whatever options she has selected to remain her secret in the event that guy doesn’t deboob her this game. She did that so you won’t know if she cheats and selects her ‘preferred’ debreasting method more than once tonight, which you made us promise not to do at the start of the night.”

“Wanda was trying to make sure none of us stick with the ‘tamer’ debreasting options, like the guillotine blade, three times in a row in an attempt to vouchsafe our breasts for the night, Zatanna” Sue chipped in as a matter of clarification. “She was trying to make sure that you and I give her a fair chance not to do a strip tease for our teammates. If Dinah is doing what you think she is, returns to our table breasted, and selects her so-called dream debreasting method again later tonight, she wouldn’t exactly be breaking the spirit of the promise Wanda made us make. Does anyone doubt that she really plans on returning home breastless?”

“No one should doubt that, Sue,” Oliver Queen replied dryly, “as Dinah’s been infatuated with the thought of getting it done to herself ever since you girls invited her here…and explained the Chula ritual. Besides, there isn’t any need to argue as this is all going to be a moot point in a minute or three. The guy out there sucking on my girlfriend’s tits IS going to give her the debreasting experience she craves. Hopefully more!” The Green Arrow stared directly at Bill Jennings, who held his hand out to signal patience.

Wanda, having noticed the exchange between the two men, locked eyes with Janet, who gave the most imperceptible nod. Then the auburn-haired Avenger watched the nightclub owner wave at Carol, the young black girl who had been on first shift for potential menu-item waitress. As the pretty girl, sporting light-brownish-tipped slightly swooping D-cups above her black Final Fantasy shorts, hurried towards Bill’s table, Wanda watched Hank and Oliver engage in a whispered conversation. “Are you boys talking about dinner,” the young mutant/witch asked softly with a wry grin on her face, “or something else?”

“What, Wanda?” Hank Pym asked nervously with a reddening face, answering Wanda’s question without saying a word. “What do you mean?”

“I meant exactly what I asked, Hank,” Wanda whispered softly with a knowing look on her face before deflecting the conversation to another subject as she had planned all along. “You’ve seen Carol’s assets,” the big-breasted Avenger asserted as she nodded at the girl who was listening to Bill Jennings as he stood and whispered into her ear, “but not her first-shift potential menu-item partner, and you haven’t tactilely inspected either of them.” Wanda smiled her most innocent smile as she watched the waitress rush off towards the section of tables she had been tending near the nightclub’s main entrance. “You’ve inspected Sandy’s prime cut, but haven’t yet been introduced to her second-shift partner.”

“Oh, I see where this is going, Witch,” Oliver Queen spat with obvious displeasure. “You want to know if we’ve made our dinner plans…and whether or not we are having second thoughts about how we obtain those prime cuts. I still plan on spitting Charlie and eating her freshly harvested fillet, and I’m sure Hank hasn’t changed his mind about Darlene…unless HER fourth-shift partner is something special.” Ollie nodded to Kaori who was approaching with a tray filled with six Lactic Blasters. “You did warn us to behave exactly like city folk while we are here, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I’m going for a fresh fillet, not a stock one,” Hank agreed as he nodded, “if only for the opportunity for sex that accompanies the spitting. I could go for some rather succulent looking Japanese food though, if Ollie takes a fancy for Colleen. Just kidding Kaori, are those Diana’s victory drinks?”

“Yes, these are for Miss Diana, Sir” Kaori replied politely with a friendly smile on her face. “Should I bring another round of Lactic Blasters for the table as well?” Kaori watched Wanda nod before saying in her most pleasant tone, “Might I say, Sir, I do hope you were not kidding and truly desire my fillet as your potential dinner. Such desire brings honor to me.”

“Mr. Pym wasn’t being untruthful, Kaori,” Bill Jennings interjected from the standing position he had taken behind and between Oliver and Hank. “That was a country boy trying to be polite and cover up his lack of experience in such matters at the same time. I have no doubt I’m in danger of having to pay a pension to your father. Don’t make hasty decisions about prime cuts, boys. Kaori’s partner Colleen is carrying a mouth-watering fillet at the apex of her legs. However, don’t tease these girls about turning them into sows and then into meat either. That’s cruel…to them or any other girl in potential risk of full conversion…unless of course it’s the most obvious of teasing. Just do what most any city boy would do, appraise the situation, decide decisively, and, if even tempted, make the girl meat.”

“Even girls we sort of know…and like, Bill,” Hank Pym asked softly with downcast eyes. He couldn’t look at Kaori as she blushed with embarrassment and giggled nervously, still waiting to distribute her tray of Lactic Blasters.

“You need to be especially decisive with girls you know, Hank,” Bill replied gruffly. “I’m having trouble getting the livestock concept across to you, aren’t I? Look, I think you probably need to understand that Kaori has a pretty good chance of undergoing full conversion sometime soon, with or without your involvement. She knew that when she took the waitressing job here. She also knew that it was one way for her to ensure a substantial financial reward to her family when her time comes. This society wouldn’t work if girls weren’t, at least on some level, willing livestock, and the men around them weren’t, at least on some level, ruthless ranchers. It’s the 41^st Century for Christ’s sake!”

“What do we have here?” Bill asked softly as he looked up at the eight girls, including the breastless Martha and Anne, who had arrived at the table to stand behind Wanda and Sue and across from Diana. “Can we do something for you girls?”

“Oh God!” the stunning green-eyed redhead carrying perfect brownish-pink-tipped double D’s standing in the center of the group moaned as she stared in trepidation at the stocky male standing across the table. “We didn’t mean to interrupt, Sir! I just wanted…. No, we’ll come back….”

“That won’t be necessary, young lady,” Wanda interrupted softly as she noticed Carol come up behind Bill. “Mister Jennings and our men had just finished their discussion about their dinner plans, I think.” Wanda grinned knowingly at the standing male. There WAS more going on behind the scenes than her tablemates could possibly guess. She saw Bill nod to her, and urged, “Do go ahead with your business, Miss, which I suspect must be with Diana.”

“Thank you, Miss…Mr. Jennings…Sirs,” the girl with flaming hair that ran all the way down to her waist replied nervously and then stared directly at the huge-breasted Amazon. “My name is Lorna Dayson, Miss Diana, and I’m this year’s sorority president of Phi Gamma Phi. I’m responsible for my sorority’s decision to risk our breasts playing the Balance Beam Joust game instead of taking debreasting booths. I’m also the girl responsible for pledging to see you debreasted, or see all of my sorority sisters breastless at your hands.”

“Then it is to you that I owe my thanks for a most invigorating evening, young Lorna,” Diana replied with a friendly smile on her face as she put down the remnant of Janet sandwich she held in one hand and the spoon she held in the other. “Your sisters have done well, though I have been fortunate enough to best eighteen of them in the jousts. In truth, young Anne and Martha, here, did very nearly best me.”

“Yes, Miss Diana, I’m very proud of the girls who took your challenge at my behest,” Lorna replied in a quivering voice while looking like she would rather be dead than be where she was. “It’s just that…we’ve already thrown our best athletes at you and….”

“There is no dishonor in giving up your pledge against me while six of you still carry breasts, young Lorna,” Diana said softly with a disappointed look on her face, “although I must admit, you and your sisters would have a very good chance of sending me into breast suspension, if we go another round of matches, in view of my….”

“That’s just it, Miss Diana,” Lorna interrupted with a frown on her face, “it would be a dishonor to quit our challenge when three-fourths of us have already paid the price for my less than well-thought-out decision. We could have let you be and competed against other sororities…in between your matches. Additionally, we also know about your drinking game, and my sisters have come to the conclusion that winning against you as impaired as you will be after at least six more drinks won’t help turn dishonor into honor.”

“Yes, but my drinking pledge was my foolish mistake, not yours, young Lorna,” Wonder Woman replied with a wry grin on her face. “That such a pledge will favor your sisters in the next round of matches should not dissuade you from seeking to take my breasts, as I have taken the breasts of your many sisters.”

“Yes, I myself tried to argue that point, Miss Diana, and my sorority sisters didn’t buy it,” Lorna replied while shaking her head and wearing a grim grin on her face. “You see, our waitress just informed us that you are scheduled to compete against the girls’ gymnastic team champions on the balance beam after the mid-evening lottery. They reckon that, if you’re bold enough to do that, you’re way out of our league, and we probably will all go home losers. Additionally, our taking advantage of your drinking game by throwing our worst athletes at you during the second joust game round was wrong of us. By taking advantage of your pledge, we are making you easy meat for the girls’ gymnastics team.”

“One cannot argue against a well-made point, young Lorna,” Princess Diana admitted as she nodded her head. “Still, I see not how that weighs upon your sororities decision.”

“It’s pretty simple, Miss Diana,” Lorna replied with bitter resignation in her green eyes, “my sisters have concluded that our sorority gains esteem rather than loses face for having competed against you, despite the eighteen to zero sets of breasts we had scored against us, if you defeat the girls’ gymnastics team champions on the balance beam later tonight. They have also concluded that is unlikely to happen if we throw six more girls at you and you drink twelve more drinks.”

“Less likely to happen,” Diana corrected as she bristled slightly before resuming her amiable attitude, “for it would be unwise to discount the greater experience in war that I bring with me into any battle, and I have said before that the jousting with breasts endangered is a form of war. Still, I accept your reasoning for giving up the pledge you made to see your sorority take my breasts or lose their own. I do not fault you for giving up while some of you are still breasted.”

“That’s just it, Miss Diana,” Lorna moaned softly in obvious distress, “we can’t just give up our pledge, despite the rash and hasty way it was made, after eighteen of our sisters have sacrificed dignity and breasts in an attempt fulfill it. That would dishonor them. Instead, we ask you to sanctify our making a new pledge. If you will allow us to cease this war of breasts against you, and you will agree to end your drinking game immediately, including the imbibing of the six drinks the waitress now holds to commemorate the last jousting game session, my sisters demand I pledge the following. My five breasted sisters with fill the debreasting booths as soon as the Game room is empty, and allow the patrons of this nightclub to decide the fates of their breasts. As for myself…well…they tell me honor demands I let my breasts join my sisters’ in the kitchen as payment for my impetuousness. I’m to dangle them downward before a waist-high bend-over bar…and let you slice them from my chest, one breast at a time.”

“’Twill not be so,” Wonder Woman stated tersely. “Even if I were willing to play the role of breast executor, I may not. The drinking game you ask me to cease was made as a pledge to my tablemates as a means to make sure my advantage in the jousting matches was not overly unfair. ’Twould be as much a dishonor for me to break my pledge as it is for you to break yours.”

Wanda Maximoff grinned as Bill Jennings caught her eye and nodded. “Well, you made that pledge to us, Diana,” the buxom Avenger interjected matter-of-factly as she made a point of staring past Oliver to the nightclub owner, “and we could decide that it is in competition’s best interest to release you from that pledge…immediately. Your jousting against customers was one matter when it comes to perceived advantages. Your jousting against gymnasts on a balance beam is another.”

Bill grinned and gave a subtle wink to Wanda. Good business practice and a sense of showmanship demanded that he risk losing a set of rather large heroine trophies AND the five girl balloon popping party scheduled for later in the evening by having Diana win against the girls’ gymnastics team, rather than have the local sports heroines dispatch an obviously drunken lamb being led to slaughter. Not that he really expected that he would be seeing Coach Landry over the same bend-over bar the sorority girl was asking for. The Amazon would be facing THE tournament champion girls’ gymnastics team on gymnastics equipment after all. He put his right hand on Oliver’s shoulder and squeezed gently.

“Uhhh right, Wanda,” Ollie quickly agreed as he caught on to what was happening, “the pledge was made to us and to address a very specific set of circumstances. Just a few minutes ago, while Diana was waiting to get the debreasting nooses loosened, Janet had made a very eloquent case for why the drinking pledge should be lifted. Sue, always the level-headed girl at the table, immediately suggested we lift the pledge. I’m sorry I didn’t support you then, Sue, but you have my vote now. What about you, Hank? Do you want to see Lorna’s big double D’s dangling downward right behind Wanda…oh, I don’t know, say six or eight feet away?” Oliver pointed to the horizontal recess in the ceiling aligned with the edge of the dance floor.

“Now wait just one damned minute, Oliver and Wanda,” Zatanna hissed angrily, “I talked Diana into the drinking game, and she and the rest of you knew I was doing my best to con those 42DD’s off of her chest when I had her make that pledge to ME. I thought you all…well except maybe Sue…wanted to see and hear those huge melons plop onto the floor. What in the hell is going on here?”

“Just for the record, Zatanna,” Janet jumped in with a wry grin on her face as she smiled first at Bill and then at Diana, “I don’t think I’ve slipped up and let my desires regarding a certain tablemates ‘melons’ and the sounds they might make tonight be known. That said, I agree with you that it could be construed that Diana’s pledge was made to you rather than us as a group. Now, given the obvious truth of your statement regarding most of your tablemates’ desires, you need to reassess whether those who have already voted to lift a pledge that might be yours and yours alone to lift, would vote to lift the pledge if they thought it would jeopardize their desires. Meanwhile, Lorna, will you make your substitute pledge if the drinking game here continues?”

“No, Miss, I have given Miss Diana the only terms I will accept for meekly surrendering these,” Lorna lifted her massive chest ornaments, one breast in each hand, with a determined look on her face. “The drinking game stops, so that my sorority has the best chance possible to save face and possibly gain esteem by having the girl who defeated so many of my sisters defeat the girls’ gymnastics team tournament champions, and Diana herself takes my breasts. She takes the offer that I, personally, would rather not be making, or she faces all six of us in the next jousting game round with these being one of the last pairs noosed…if she makes it that long.”

“Zatanna, it would be pretty cool to see Diana….” Hank Pym pleaded softly as he stared at the raven-haired Justice League with hopeful eyes, before being rudely interrupted.

“NO!” Wonder Woman spat vehemently. “I’ll not take her breasts as she meekly bends befo….”

“Yes, I vote to lift the drinking pledge immediately,” Zatanna interrupted the protesting Amazon. “Even if you try to make the case that the pledge was to all of us, Diana, the motion carries by a majority decision. You can drink table rounds, but not the six Lactic Blasters on Kaori’s tray. Now stop complaining about the unpleasant duty Lorna just handed you. Given your cultural background, I’ll never believe you if you tell me you’ve never ceremonially removed breasts from a girl’s chest before. Besides, while it might be unpleasant for you, it will be more so for Lorna, and it just MIGHT mean you take your own assets back home with you. Given the way you were wobbling on the beam at the start of your last jousting match, the ‘royal orbs of Themyscira’ will most certainly be stolen after a brief period of breast suspension if you continue to refuse Lorna’s request.”

“Very well,” Diana relented while looking most unhappy about it, “I sanctify your sorority’s substitute pledge as requested, young Lorna. Let your five breasted sisters fill debreasting booths when conditions allow them to do so. You, young Lorna, will return to the dance floor in ten minutes time and surrender your breasts to me so that they may be sent to this establishment’s kitchen for culinary use. I will not comply with your request until my final tablemate is here to witness it.” Diana then picked up the last bite of Janet sandwich and stuffed it in her mouth; her way of letting the sorority girls know that their audience with her royal personage had come to a close.

As Bill Jennings roared with laughter, and those at tables in the front of the nightclub broke into applause, Martha declared, “ICE HOT! This is better than we could have hoped for. There’s an insta-care right around the corner. There always is around these debreasting booth nightclubs. I’m going to get my hand fixed, and maybe the skin grafts too. Save my seat!”

“Wait, I’m coming with you,” Anne called out after her retreating friend. “Hell, let’s all go. Save our seats waitress! We’ll be right back. We don’t want to miss anything. This has been one way fun night. I can’t wait to tell my friends!”

Bill Jennings turned to Carol as Lorna and her five breasted sisters headed to their tables at the front of the room, and grinned as he nodded and said, “I know we have a line of girls outside trying to get into the nightclub, but go ahead and give the sorority’s tables reserved status until after the final Balance Beam Joust game. And tell the door girl to let the debreasted sorority girls back in once they’ve got medical attention. You can take the tray from Kaori and give those drinks to the six that still have breasts for the moment. All of those girls, already breastless or soon to be, have earned it. By the way, Carol, you worked those girls beautifully as Judas goats to set up my post lottery dream joust. You have a raise coming, if someone doesn’t snap up your fillet tonight.” The young dark-skinned beauty grinned from ear-to-ear and glowed with pride as she took the tray of Lactic Blasters from the head waitress and rushed into the kitchen to find some table signs.

Bill turned back to his principal reserved table and grinned, as he chuckled, “Thanks folks, I appreciate the help there…especially Zatanna and Diana’s. You’re helping make me a very rich man. Tell you what, Oliver. I’ll go check on Dinah for you.” The nightclub owner hurried towards the Game room door as he watched a tall light-reddish-haired man reach for booth 1’s debreast button.

Wanda Maximoff slowly shook her head in disbelief as she watched Oliver Queen grin like a Cheshire cat. “Isn’t Bill a great guy, Ollie?” Wanda asked with obvious cynicism. “It seems like he’s always going out of his way to take care of us girls’ needs…especially tonight with you boys tagging along on our night out.” Janet burst into laughter while the other three heroines were left wondering where the punch line was.

Sydney Thatcher was flustered as much as infuriated by the time his promised five minutes of breast pleasuring had come to an end. The young blonde inside of the debreasting booth had moaned softly as he had pampered the breasts he was going to take from her, and had quivered in what he could only assume was fearful anticipation of the agony and loss she was about to have heaped upon her, but had said nothing since acknowledging her fate. “Are you ready for me to go to work on these tits with something other than my mouth and hands, sow?” Sydney hissed with as much threat as he could convey in his voice while his eyes burned with hatred.

“Yeah…I guess so, Mr. Thatcher…I mean Sydney,” Dinah replied with less composure than she had expected from herself. “I mean…you’ve done a pretty good job of giving me an understanding of what I’ll be missing once those bumps are gone from my chest. I guess you may as well get started…with the tit ruining.”

Dinah was startled as she suddenly realized Bill Jennings was standing behind her reading her debreasting options on her computer screen. Before she could say anything he grunted and walked to the back of the room to stand beside Jane. She could hear the two whispering. She hoped she would get a chance to ask him to keep her debreasting booth options a secret, but then she had to divert her attention back to the other side of her booth wall.

“Indeed, sow,” Sydney grunted as he fingered the ponytailed girl’s debreast button with his right hand, “I might as well get started with the butchering of these tender breasts.” He nodded his carrot-topped head downward at the conical appendages he was gently tweaking the tips of with his left thumb and forefinger, and then paused as his left thumb and forefinger came to rest on the sow’s erect right nipple. “Maybe I’ll quarter these bacon lumps perpendicular to your chest before I saw them off you, alternating between breasts as I ruin your tits in eighths. Better yet, maybe I’ll use the knife to mimic the blender blades you gave my wife’s breasts to, and start by truncating your sensitive nipples, just a little bit at a time.” The male pressed the tips of his digits into the trapped nipple as hard as he could.

“UUuuaaahh!” Dinah gasped softly before grinning out her booth widow at the man staring at her face with bad intentions on his own. “That’s…nice. I hadn’t expected the fun to start until I heard the click of my debreast button being pressed. If you’re looking for feedback on which way to do my tits, Sydney, you’re not going to get it from me. I chose this debreasting method so that I would have absolutely no control over how my tits get ruined. I want each stab, cut, slice, or chop I feel to be a complete surprise. You’re the sculptor, Sydney, and my bosom your balsa wood. Just start whittling and go with the flow!”

“HELL!” Sydney Thatcher spat loudly with incredulousness replacing the rage in his eyes. “You’re not just stupid…you’re crazy! Unless you’re being crazy like the proverbial fox! Why did you have to debreast my wife, Dinah?”

Dinah felt confused. She couldn’t understand why it was taking so long for the handsome man in front of her to slap her debreast button. His stupid question just added to her confusion and brought with it irritation as well. “This is a debreasting booth nightclub, and I came here to debreast girls…and probably have the same happen to me, Sydney” Dinah replied in a quivering voice. “Why else would a girl come to one of these establishments? When I went out onto the dance floor to pop a set of breast balloons, your wife was already in a debreasting booth…where you sent her. Her fair-skinned C-cups were a pretty good match for the set you’re playing with now, SHE’D picked a debreasting method for herself that I hadn’t yet seen used, and I liked her back story. I pricked her balloons with my popping pin and I…we…enjoyed ourselves as we watched the air rush out.”

Dinah shrugged her shoulders, and then sighed softly in relief as she felt the fingernails stop biting into her tender nipple, before continuing with, “Heather didn’t seem to mind that you’d…no, I’ll be fair…we’d…forced a partial conversion on her. She seemed more concerned about the full conversion to meat she was facing later…or at least the way it would happen…and expressed a preference to go out air dancing. I had a blonde moment and made a stupid promise. I’m in here foolishly trying to keep that promise. Now…why don’t we get on with it? I have less than four minutes left on my timer!”

“Stupid…insane…brave and honorable…all of the above?” Sydney grumbled softly as he shook his head in bewilderment. “Tell you what, Dinah…I’ll give you a way out. I’ll give you a chance to keep these tender breasts right where they are….”

“I won’t beg or barter for my tits, Sydney,” Dinah interrupted as she stated calmly and matter-of-factly, “I’m not that kind of girl. Additionally, when you do finally go to work ruining my bustline, I’ll, moan, groan, and gasp for you…maybe even whimper and sob…but no matter how many tears you wring from my eyes, you’ll never get me to scream…as you said you wanted to…no matter how you use the knife. I’m not that kind of girl either. Save your breath and stop stalling!”

“Damn you and your stubborn stupidity, sow!” Sydney Thatcher roared as he fingered the debreast button that would seal the ponytailed blonde’s fate as well as force him to finish what he had come out on the dance floor to do. Then he thought of another tactic to try to get from the girl what he wanted most at the moment. “What would you say if I said there is a way I would let you out of this debreasting booth whole, without your having to beg or barter for your breasts, AND let you keep your promise to Heather, Dinah,” Sydney asked softly with a friendly grin on his face. “Don’t say anything yet, just listen. The truth is…I don’t know if I can stomach taking a knife to a sow’s tits…in public. I certainly wouldn’t enjoy it. I’ll let you keep your breasts and enjoy the pleasure beam cheese Bill Jennings uses to lure you girls into his bacon traps, AND I’ll promise to hang Heather tonight, IF you’ll replace your promise to her with a promise to me.”

“What sort of promise, Sydney?” Dinah asked softly, the confusion she was feeling gradually being replaced with irritation. “Mind you, this feels a lot like bartering. I’m willing to listen only because getting you to agree to let Heather have her air dance was my principal goal in taking this booth just now.”

“You keep your breasts, Heather gets her air dance, and I get to take you as my date to Club X tomorrow night, Dinah” Sydney chortled softly as he dropped his hand away from the debreast button and began gently tickling the undersides of the blonde’s perfect, pinkish-tipped C-cups. “Have you heard of Club X, Dinah?”

“Yep,” Dinah replied softly, her impish grin beginning to form on her face, “I have, Sydney, and I AM the kind of girl who would likely enjoy the games you guys play there.” Her grin was fully formed as she realized this was all being orchestrated by Sydney in an attempt to save face in the eyes of his peers. “Silly question, Sir, why don’t you just take Heather the way she is? She certainly has less to lose now!”

“Club X is a no breasts, no entry, venue, Dinah,” Sydney replied with jubilation beginning to fill his face. “It’s one of the reasons that I was so insistent on following standard practice and making a trip to the government meat processing facility—breastless wives are nothing but baggage. I still make that trip, after sawing upward through the bases of your breasts as quickly and efficiently as possible, sow, if you say no. You wouldn’t have selected this debreasting option if you wanted a quick and dirty partial conversion. Be the brave and honorable girl you entered that booth to be. Say yes, stay breasted, let Heather hang, and play tons of games you think you will likely enjoy tomorrow night.”

“You should have stuck to negotiating with a carrot, Sydney,” Dinah spat indignantly as a myriad of thoughts raced through her brain. “Bullying me is only going to piss me off. I don’t care if you ruin my tits, although I had hoped to make it through at least one booth stint whole. Now, there’s the crux of the matter we are going to need to negotiate. I keep my promises! I’ve promised my tablemates that I will do three booth stints tonight. That promise comes before the one I’m about to make to you. I will go to Club X with you tomorrow night…if I’m still breasted…but only if you’ll promise to let Heather have her air dance…even if I lose one of my next two booth games. Deal?”

“Will you promise to use the same debreasting options for your next two booth stints, Dinah?” Sydney Thatcher asked softly with a thoughtful look on his face. He flashed his most friendly smile at the blonde in the booth as he tickled her C-cups while she bit her lower lip, seemingly deep in thought.

Dinah struggled not to let the elation she was feeling show on her face as she realized she was getting everything she wanted. She had no doubt Sydney would give her a less than satisfying debreasting if she forced him into it, so being able to offer her assets up to another bacon hunter later on was a plus. She had wanted to get through her fist booth stint whole so that she would get at least two pleasure beam treatments during her visit to Final Fantasy, AND so that she would have the opportunity to play the booth game yet again from the kitchen side of the debreasting portals. She was being given a valid excuse for picking her preferred debreasting method on her subsequent booth stints if Wanda chose to challenge her. Finally, if she made it through her next booth stint, she could play the Club X card and force Wanda to suspend rule number one so that she could con Ollie into being her debreastor. He wouldn’t like using the knife on her tits, and would probably go Sydney’s route and remove the breasts in a rather boring fashion, but it WOULD be her boyfriend’s hands ruining her chest…hopefully temporarily.

“Well, sow,” Sydney asked with growing impatience, “do we have a deal or not?”

“I think so, Sydney,” Dinah replied softly. “A couple of more clarifications and I’ll commit to winning a bunch of games for you tomorrow night…assuming I win my next two booth games. Will you promise to stay here and pleasure my breasts for the last ninety or so seconds of this booth game, but not play another booth game with me ever?”

“Sure, why not,” Sydney replied with a grin. “Not too many folks are going to have the stomach to use a knife on these pretty C-cups, and if you run into one who does later tonight.... Well at least I’ll get see you prove your claim about not screaming! Dinah, if you make this deal and don’t show up tomorrow night….”

“I keep my promises, Sydney,” Dinah spat in angry indignation over the male’s insinuation. “If I’m still carrying these breasts, I’ll meet you wherever you say. The deals off, though, if Heather doesn’t get her dance!” Dinah looked thoughtful again. She really liked this place. She had promised Ollie that this would be her only trip to this male-centric future, but if the opportunity arose to join one of Wanda’s field trips to the future during one of their frequent breakups, she would consider the promise voided and what she did to be none of Ollie’s business. “One last clarification, Sydney,” Dinah said softly. “If I do lose a booth game tonight, resulting in you not having the date you want, will you promise to leave my twin sister alone…not even play a booth game with her…if you run into her afterwards? Do that and you have my promise!”

“Good HELL!” Sydney spat with bitter disbelief. “Damn it Dinah! Don’t tell me you’re one of those damned escaped clones! Never mind! Who in the hell cares? Meat is meat! I accept your promise, Dinah, and give you my word to abide by your terms.”

“GOOD!” Dinah declared with an impish grin on her face. “Then we have a date for tomorrow night! Now, while those breasts you’re lifting in the palms of your hands DO NOT belong to some escaped clone, they DO desire to be suckled. Promises are promises!”

“Whatever you say, Dinah,” Sydney replied softly as he slowly lowered his head towards the blonde’s turgid left nipple. As Dinah began moaning in pleasure above him, he wondered if she really thought her twin sister ruse would work. Surely she must realize the government authorities had been secretly scouring the city for her and her other hatchlings twenty-four hours a day for nearly two days. He had heard whispers from his government contacts that the escaped hatchlings included several clone models, one of which was said to be a rivetingly beautiful blue-eyed blonde, although the confidential asides had made her perfect breasts out to be much larger than they had turned out to be.

“What the heck?” Janet whined softly as her chair bouncing came to a sudden halt. “He went back to breast pleasuring! Darn it! I was sure Dinah’s debreast button was as good as slapped. This BLOWS!”

“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?” Oliver replied dryly while looking genuinely crestfallen. Suddenly realizing that Wanda was gazing at him with a questioning look on her face, he tried to cover the reason for his disappointment by pointing out, “If you don’t get those big D-cups of yours hacked off during your first booth stint, Wanda, Hank and I are only going to be seventeen percent of the way towards our goal of seeing each and every one of you girls giving us what we gave you at the start of the night when halftime rolls around. Now that sucks!”

“Now, Oliver, it won’t be the end of the world if some of us girls go home whole,” Zatanna pointed out with a mischievous grin on her face. “No one promised that all of us girls would go home debreasted did they?”

“No, that promise wasn’t made by anyone, Zatanna,” Wanda replied as she grinned back at Oliver. “However, I did say earlier today that, if everything works out correctly from my jaded perspective, we will be making our return journey home with all of us girls breastless. Sorry girls, I still feel that way. That said, please don’t assume that I will do a booth stint pre-halftime, or that none of the other girls will do a second stint until after halftime. We girls are genuinely trying to win our booth games or jousts, even if that might leave both you guys AND me feeling less than fulfilled. That means we will take the booth stints when opportunities arise that seem to favor booth players not being asked to make donations. However, rest assured, Oliver, I am eagerly looking forward to getting my first stint with my girls vulnerable to being hacked off my chest for your viewing pleasure behind me.”

“Don’t wet their appetites, Wanda,” Sue said softly as she stared out to the debreasting portals. “Their desires to watch us getting ourselves debreasted were never a secret. Look, Ollie and Hank, I thought we girls made it clear that we were going to let you watch all of us RISK our breasts, and that Wanda only promised that at least one of us would be breastless by halftime. Janet is! Right now all three of the girls to Dinah’s left are getting their breasts suckled by other girls…usually a prelude to disaster…and there are several other carnivorous girls standing behind the redheaded guy who’s presently pleasuring Dinah…no doubt waiting for a chance to make her C-cups sandwich meat if he walks away. It’s just too dangerous to play a booth game right now. As long as it stays this way, I’m not doing a second booth stint.”

“I understand, Sue,” Hank declared with a grin on his face, “and I agree this evening has met, no exceeded, the expectations that led us to entertain you girls at the start of the evening. It’s just that…oh the first moans of pleasure…someone’s orgasmatron emitter just got activated…we boys agree with Wanda’s jaded perspective, and do admit to wanting to see all of you pony up body parts before the night is done. Seeing your big ta tas carried to the kitchen next would be a perfect addition to Janet’s kickoff event, Wanda!”

“Like I had a choice!” Janet spat with a wicked grin on her face. “Never mind…it was going to happen regardless. Dinah is the one who is moaning in pleasure as she fights to stave off forced climax. She took her booth first, so having gotten her timer started first and being the first girl to enter her tenth minute pleasure beam reward session shouldn’t come as a surprise. She’s going to love this part of the debreasting booth game. I hope she risked a very slow and painful debreasting, and gets herself properly tamed!”

“Forced climaxes are ever so demeaning!” Wonder Woman spat with disgust as she dropped her spoon into her now empty frappe´ glass. “’Tis one reason I will never try one of yon debreasting booths. One should never intentionally debase oneself!”

“Now, Princess, you did say you would consider scraping your mammoth melons through those debreasting portals for Clark and Bruce’s entertainment,” Zatanna corrected with a sly smile and laughing blue eyes. “Admit it!”

“Perhaps,” Wonder Woman conceded as she surrendered to a rare blush, “if that hussy, Lois Lane, did take a debreasting booth before me, and Wanda’s rule number one was lifted. Then might I accept debasement and surrender my bosom to Clark in payment for my taking Lois’s.”

“Now girls, before you get Janet too excited as she envisions more pre-departure entertainment, let’s not talk about bringing guys on any future field trips to Final Fantasy until we see how this one worked out,” Wanda admonished softly. “Additionally, I suspect that, if not for rule number one, Diana, most of us girls would already be breastless.”

“Including some of us at the hands of Dinah, who is moaning quite loudly now,” Sue cut in to change the subject. “Forced orgasm is kind of a loose term when it comes to applying it to the debreasting booth game, Diana. You’re voluntarily standing over the pleasure beam emitter when you take a booth, and you control the intensity levels by the level and duration of the pain you’re risking when you set your debreasting options. Usually, a girl can do quite well at maintaining some semblance of decorum, so I’ve never felt that the experience is TOO debasing. Ask Dinah what she thinks, when she gets back to our table, although it does sound like she is struggling to maintain her composure now.”

Dinah Lance was moaning loudly in debreasting booth 1 as the orgasmatron beams bathed her clitoris with exotic pleasure, and her breasts were gently suckled and pampered by a handsome man. She had been climaxed by vibrators and brought to orgasm by rape machine’s many times during her not-so-long career as a superheroine, but never before had her libido threatened to surrender to the inevitable so quickly. She couldn’t help wonder how much more intense the beams had been for Janet, with so much more, stretched, clitoris exposed to the insidious rays. She wanted climax, but she knew a heroine’s code of ethics demanded she resist for as long as was humanly possible.

There was a loud click, and Dinah gasped in surprise and apprehension as she waited for the man on the other side of her forward booth wall to call for the knife that would add pain to pleasure. She found the thought of what was about to happen to her oddly erotic. She wondered what had changed his mind, and then realized there were mechanical sounds coming from the booth beside her. As she plunged towards helpless climax, she realized the click hadn’t been her booth’s debreast button at all. She heard another click, followed by yet another, then a shrill scream interrupted by a roaring swoosh, a loud clang, and a single wet plop. “OOHH OOOOooohh AAAHhhHUhhh!” reverberated though her booth to announce Black Canary’s climax to the nightclub, and the two remaining breasted girls to her left joined her in moaning and sighing in pleasure while the third girl’s sobs screamed of pain and loss.

“Darn, I’ll bet that kitchen-side player found that embarrassing,” Zatanna chuckled softly as she watched the dark-skinned girl bend and pick up the left perfect-shaped C-cup she had just guillotined off of the pale-skinned chest of the girl in booth 4, while it’s right mate dangled from her left hand. Jeers and boos from the audience were mixed with scattered applause.

“Yeah, quick hands are a plus for harvesting bacon from those debreasting booths when the girl inside selected guillotine blade as her debreasting method,” Janet acknowledged as her chair bouncing resumed. “We watched Bonita manage it on our first night here, so it can be done.”

“Evidently Dinah found the sound of the most abrupt debreasting method available to a girl in those booths to be sexually stimulating,” Sue observed softly as she smiled pleasantly at Oliver. “My case to Diana that the climaxes you get during the booth games really aren’t forced is being undermined by the way your girlfriend is sighing loudly in rapture, Ollie. You can tease her about that when you guys get home tonight!”

“That’s my, Dinah!” Oliver Queen replied softly with a wry grin on his face. “She’s never been one to try to hide her orgasms. Unfortunately, word of that has gotten around to the bad guys, so the forced climaxes Diana finds so disgusting are pretty much routine for Dinah whenever she gets captured by some supervillain. By the way, Sue, I doubt Diana bought your argument anyhow. I know I didn’t! If you are fighting not to climax, but you do anyhow, it’s forced, even if you put yourself in the position where you have to fight against it.”

“Look, darling, the girl in booth 3 is about to get her swooping B-cups lasered off from above...with a fairly high speed setting it would seem…while the dark-skinned droopy C-cups in booth 2 are going to get amputated by that circular saw rising a bit more slowly from below,” Hank Pym informed his wife with a knowing grin on his face as he put his arm around her to try to bring her bouncing to a halt. Then he asked with a serious look on his face despite the blush Ollie had put on Sue’s, “Actually, can I use this conversation as an excuse to bring up a concern I’ve had ever since you girls told me about these debreasting booth nightclubs? I’ve been a bit worried that you girls might get yourselves hooked on the orgasmatron treatments…like a narcotic. Shouldn’t you quit coming to this place before that happens?”

Inside debreasting booth 1, Dinah was finding the pleasure beams bathing her sex to be more mind numbing than any illegal drug she could imagine as she moaned and sighed with tightly closed eyes. She hadn’t stopped sighing since she had surrendered to climax as orgasm after orgasm washed through her loins. She blushed as she realized her inner thighs were coated with feminine discharge, something she wasn’t going to be able to hide from the nightclub owner and Game room attendant who were still whispering behind her as the Mohawk-haired girl attended to a fresh set of round chest wounds on the girl from booth 4. She hoped she could find a rag or paper towel before she had to exit the game room to return to her tablemates.

Dinah opened her eyes and peered through her booth window to her left as she heard the sow two booths down scream, “Oh, NO! The laser beam is about to burn my titties…I just know it!” and the bacon hunter on the other side of the wall reply, “Yep! Now I get to see what that ponytailed blonde almost did to my tender boobies. I’m poaching your breast bacon, sow!”

Dinah couldn’t see who was standing before booth 3, as the girl inside began shrieking in agony, but she did recognize the swooping B-cups before booth 2, and the Latino girl they belonged to. The two sisters had gone from debreasting booths 4 and 5 straight out to the dance floor. Dinah’s climax intensified as she realized that, but for the carrot-topped man suckling and tweaking her breast tips, one of those sisters would probably be using a knife to carve up her bosom right then. A staccato sigh of climax rang through the game room—to Black Canary the pleasure cry was deafening. The young heroine shouldn’t have been surprised—the announcement of overwhelming ecstasy was coming from her own throat. She closed her eyes again, and enjoyed the groans of pain, moans of pleasure, and gasps of apprehension coming from her left that joined her own song of climactic pleasure to play the Final Fantasy theme song.

“Yon, laser beam is dispatching those small breasts rather efficiently and with much haste,” Diana observed rather dispassionately. “I will try to do as well when it is time to deal with Lorna’s substitute pledge. I wonder if I will be asked to perform the double mastectomy with a knife or scalpel.”

“You’ll be given one of those Zatanna hoop knives, Diana,” Sue replied softly with a smile of encouragement as she glanced from the debreasting portals to the Amazon Princess. “It will be a larger model of the tool you watched Zatanna use to confiscate Ollie’s family jewels this afternoon. If you care to help Lorna make the most of her debreasting experience, ask her whether she wants her boobies removed quickly or slowly. This isn’t going to be breast surgery; it’s a ceremony that marks an important change in a girl’s life.”

“POPPED!” Janet cried as the laser finished passing downward through the B-cups in booth 3, and the Latino girl hefted them upward before the opaque booth widow for their former owner to see while the audience applauded. “Another set bites the dust!”

“The girl inside the booth doesn’t seem to be as happy about that as you are, dear wife,” Hank Pym observed with a grin on his face. “Come to think about it, the girl in booth 2 seems to be a reluctant victim as well. Her gasps are really colored with fear and apprehension now. I think she can feel the breeze from that spinning buzz saw blade under the drapes of her breasts.”

“Yeah, Hank, one thing that I do find astounding here is that the vast preponderance of girls seem to enter the Game room with high hopes of coming back out in the same condition they entered it,” Wanda replied softly with a smile on her face. Then she nodded to the Game room door where the guillotined girl was just exiting with a smile on her face and round bandages above her bicycle shorts, before adding, “Although most of the girls seem to be okay with or even proud of their debreastings when they do finally leave the room. Maybe some of the girls who aren’t prepared for their partial conversions are the pleasure beam junkies you fear we heroines might become.”

“We girls have talked about that danger and do wish to avoid becoming dependent on the orgasmatron emitters, Hank,” Wanda admitted with a reassuring smile on her face. “I think we will allow some weeks to pass between tonight and our next Final Fantasy girls’ night out. However, we still need you to do for us the things we discussed before Janet did her Game room stint. We have other business, here in the city, to take care of.” The Scarlet Witch then flashed an enigmatic smile to Zatanna and stated, “I would wish you could be with us, as you have talents that could serve our cause well in this dangerous society, Zatanna.”

“We shall see, Wanda,” Zatanna replied softly before changing subjects with an ever-widening grin on her face. “Oh, look! The circular saw just reached boobs. I’ll bet that tickles…at first. I’ll bet the hoop blade Bill named after me tickles too, at first, Diana. Do follow Sue’s advice and not the example I set earlier tonight. I haven’t had much practice as a jewel thief yet, but, who knows, I might get rather good at it with some more practice. I know I found it most enjoyable.”

“Thy advice I will heed, my friends,” Wonder Woman replied softly as she stared at her raven-haired teammate with reproach in her eyes. “Friend Zatanna, might you not profit more from remembering the thievery and not speaking of its having been done. I have met few males who proudly accept the loss of, as friend Sue put it, their family jewels, the way these girls seem to accept the losses of their breasts.”

“Yeah, I DO feel like most of you girls deserve a spanking for making me and Hank go through so much crap this afternoon,” Oliver grumbled gruffly as he glared at Zatanna. “But that goes double for you, Zatanna. It would be different if you using that hoop knife had been invited!” Then the Green Arrow smiled as he looked away from a nervous looking magic wielder to their auburn-haired field trip leader, and teased, “I’m not the debreasting booth connoisseur you are, Wanda, but I think you might enjoy giving those big melons of yours the buzz saw treatment. What say you slip into the Game room right now and give it a try? Then I’ll consider you properly spanked!”

“Stop whining, Oliver,” Wanda replied tersely with laughter in her gold-flecked blue eyes. “Nothing happened to you that you weren’t told would happen ahead of time. Additionally, you were rewarded for any unexpected audience participation with a little oral orgy after things were put right again. Remember? I’m staying right here to watch Diana do Lorna’s massive chest a disservice. However, I have been considering selecting the circular saw as a method to risk losing my girls to on my final booth stint tonight. If I get that far, but no further, feel free to consider the murder of my girls with a buzz saw blade a favor I decided to provide you, personally, for your viewing pleasure! Now shut up and listen to your girlfriend getting herself climaxed to death.”

Dinah was finally getting the upper hand with her out-of-control libido, despite the periodic increases in orgasmatron emitter intensity, as she struggled to muffle the sighs that were embarrassing evidence of her ongoing orgasms. As she watched the younger of the two Latino sisters head for the kitchen counter with a set of rather smallish bacon lumps, the Black Canary concluded she probably did swing both ways when it came to the debreasting booth game. She had no reason to believe she would enjoy the insidious pleasure beam treatment she was currently getting any less if she was also feeling the agony of breast destruction. She heard twin bandages slapped over cauterized chest wounds behind her, and a breastless girl head for the Game room exit.

Now, as there was almost silence between Dinah’s low throaty sighs of pleasure, she could hear a faint hum, rather much like that from an electric fan coming over the sounds of breasts being suckled. Then the blonde Justice Leaguer heard the girl in the booth next to her begin gasping with apprehension. She heard the girl make a gagging sound, breath in sharply, and hold her breath. Dinah had an epiphany, and knew the hum was from a circular saw blade that was approaching tender flesh. The pitch of the hum grew lower. Even before the girl in the booth to her left screamed in agony, Dinah Lance knew the saw had started buzzing through bosom.

As she listened to the sounds of breast demolition coming from her left, Dinah imagined what the older Latino sister was seeing and the girl in the adjacent booth was feeling, and Black Canary once again plunged in to mind numbing climax. The young heroine wasn’t aware that the pleasure beam emitter below and between her legs had stepped up to near maximum intensity as her staccato song of sexual release rang through the nightclub—the song became a duet as higher pitched sighs tinged with agony joined her own. The duet seemed to go on for an eternity before Sidney suddenly released her breasts and straightened up.

Dinah, in the midst of unending climax, was hardly aware of the handsome red-haired man’s stepping away from her booth when she saw the tall, dark-skinned girl with swooping brownish-tipped B-cups lunge for her now unprotected debreast button. Dinah gasped in fear and surprise in mid sigh as she heard the slap of a debreast button accompanying mechanical sounds. Black Canary grinned apologetically at the obviously disappointed black girl as she continued to rest her chest against the front of the debreasting booth while glow of orgasm in her loins subsided. The mechanical sounds had been her booth restraints releasing as her timer had expired. Dinah’s first booth stint was over—Black Canary’s mission to get herself debreasted remained unfulfilled!

“RATS!” Janet Van Dyne hollered in disgust as she realized the skinny black girl had reacted to opportunity a split second too late. “I thought for a second we were going to see an extended booth stint on Dinah’s part. No such luck! She’ll be following her out the Game room door any second.” Janet nodded at the fair-skinned redhead who was hugging and high-fiving her friends as she pointed to her round bandages. “Despite her breasts still being intact, or perhaps because of it, I bet our tablemate isn’t nearly as happy when she walks out.”

“That won’t happen for another minute or two, Janet,” Wanda replied softly as she smiled at her disappointed friend. “As Bill is still in the Game room as well, you can bet he’ll take the opportunity to pick Dinah’s brain…regarding ideas for new debreasting methods…if not for information that he can use later to manipulate us tourists.”

“That means the girl in booth 2 will leave the Game room first, as her ta tas look pretty much polished off by the buzz saw already,” Hank Pym nodded out the dance floor as he grinned broadly. “Look, Wanda, the Latino girl is pushing up on those droopy C-cups to make it obvious to the girl in the booth that they’re almost history. Don’t you think that would feel cool? I know Ollie and I would LOVE to see your big bazookas pointed nipples, or at least areolas, up as they are only barely still yours.” Hank joined everybody except the big-breasted Avenger in laughing at her reddening face before nodding to Oliver and pointing out, “Look, Ollie, there’s no required waiting period for playing the booth game from the inside. Maybe you can talk Dinah into going right back in!”

“Not a chance, Hank,” Oliver replied softly as he shook his head. “Dinah will ruin yet another girl’s chest before she agrees to risk her own again. She likes to get the most out of her trades. By then it will be halftime. It is what it is, and what will be, will be!”

“Yeah, okay,” Hank replied as he shrugged his shoulders with a frown on his face before suddenly noting. “Look at the bright side, Ollie. We’ll soon get to meet the mysterious Colleen, and appraise her assets.” Hank turned red as most of his tablemates broke into laughter.

Bill Jennings had led the red-faced blonde he knew to be the 21^st Century’s Black Canary to his office after she had exited debreasting booth 1. She had followed his wordless lead without question, and had taken a seat on the empty guest chair in his office after he pointed to it. He sat in the chair behind the desk and then swiveled around to face the lovely blond, before asking, “Well, are you enjoying yourself, Dinah?”

“Immensely, Bill,” Dinah replied truthfully, before grumbling as she glanced down to her inner things, “perhaps too much so, it would seem. This has been the most fun I can remember having in a very long time, and there is a long night still ahead. I can see why Wanda and Janet really love these girls’ night outs.”

“That’s good to hear, Dinah,” Bill chuckled softly with a grin on his face as he opened the large bottom drawer to his desk, “as it means I’m doing something right with this girl-centric business of mine.” He reached into the drawer and fished out a spray bottle and small towel, and handed them to the ponytailed blonde while explaining, “There’s perfumed soap mixed with the water in the bottle. I’m afraid the water is cold, but feel free to wash up and wipe yourself down, if you can do so while we talk and I watch.”

Dinah unabashedly went to work cleaning her thighs and crotch while the stocky man she barely new chuckled at her, before she nodded upward to his office wall and asked, “Are they real?”

“Yes they are, Dinah,” Bill Jennings replied softly with a grin on his face as he pulled a small handheld scanner out of the same desk drawer. “They cost me a fortune. They are the originals, you might say. Don’t you dare tell Wanda I have them! I want to surprise her, and then get her to autograph the plaque with her nom de guerre.” Then he held the scanner before Dinah’s chest and instructed, “Face straight forward with your shoulders level, Dinah. I’m making a three dimensional map of your bust, just in case the opportunity arises to have the Black Canary autograph a similar plaque on a similar trophy board. If you do get yourself debreasted in a manner that leaves your breasts in one piece each, which is rather unlikely, I’ll have your bacon lumps skinned before they’re thinly sliced and deep fried. A collector of heroine memorabilia can never be too careful, and should always be prepared to take advantage of opportunities as they arise.”

“I’d heard the Riddler had done the Scarlet Witch real dirty,” Dinah acknowledged as she grinned her impish grin while the strange man from her future did his scanning, “but the Avengers never let on that the rumors were true. Table talk tonight was the first time I was certain about it. Word of its happening spread like wildfire through the ranks of the villains though. Between the Riddler being allowed to get away with doing that to Wanda and the invention of the declitting tube…well my profession has grown a whole lot more dangerous! It’s one of the reasons I’m willing to let myself end up that way tonight, in a more controlled environment.” Dinah nodded to the tall black girl headed for the Game room exit with round bandages on her chest and a smile on her face. “And no, I don’t mind if you add my originals to your collection, Bill.”

“Fortunately for the Black Canary and her fellow heroines,” Bill noted with a grin on his face as put the scanner back in the drawer, “not to mention my nightclub’s profit margin, the Avengers managed to find a solution to that increased danger you spoke of…right in the nick of time for the Scarlet Witch. You will keep my secret, won’t you, Dinah? As well as not tell Wonder Woman about the scanner. I’m going to find an excuse to map her bust right before her jousting matches with the girls’ gymnastics team…just in case.”

“Yes, of course I will, Bill,” Dinah assured the nightclub owner while nodding as she handed him the spray bottle but continued to utilize the towel. “I’ll keep both secrets, and suggest you make a show of mapping the gymnasts’ busts first. That will allay any suspicions Diana might have when you do hers. Actually, I need you to keep a secret as well. My debreasting options! We girls aren’t supposed to use the same method twice, but….”

“Yes I heard, which is why I’m pretty sure the best I’m going to do is your autograph engraved into a plastic heart with imbedded nipples,” Bill interrupted while his grin broadened. “Your secret is safe with me, Dinah. Actually I was going to warn you against being tempted to ignore any part of your bargain with Sidney. If he even thinks you were playing him, he’ll send you onto Jessica’s back. You are going to have to use the exact same debreasting booth options when you play inside the Game room again. Sydney Thatcher is a hard man. I know him from Club X, and I was a little worried about you from the moment I saw him in front of your booth.”

“Oh, thanks, Bill,” Dinah Lance replied with a widening smile, “I was wondering what had brought you into the Game room. This kind of blows though. I was planning to see if I could really get myself tamed by taking the pleasure beams on a stretched out clitoris as I get my tits ruined!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter before observing, “You fit right in with Wanda and her friends, Dinah. You think like they do, and I, for one, love the way they think. I wish I could help you with your clitoral dilemma, but I’m afraid that, if you’re going to get your little pleasure button stretched out of its cavity, you may have to visit my nightclub again some other night. If you use a declitting field to get that done to yourself tonight, Sydney might take it personally. You won’t be getting a declitting tube used on you either, at least not while you’re in the Game room. Janet made me promise that I wouldn’t use one on any of you other heroines, and I’m the only male allowed in the Game room during business hours. I will let you know if I come up with any other solutions to your little problem, though.”

“Please do, Bill,” Dinah replied with a sheepish smile on her face as she handed the male back his towel and watched him stare at her vulva, “as I don’t know when I might make a second visit. I’ve sort of got a promise with Ollie that this one will be my one and only. He’s worried I might get into a situation with men like Sydney that I won’t be able to get myself out of. I guess you must have similar worries…seeing as your concern for my safety brought you into the Game room on such a busy night.”

“Oh, that’s not the only reason I came back here, Dinah,” Bill Jennings admitted with a smile on his face. He chuckled as a light bulb went off in the blonde’s head as she began to guess the truth, and then nimbly deflected her train of thought into a new direction. “In order to stay competitive in the debreasting booth nightclub business you have to be innovative, and continually come up with new ways to attract new customers. You don’t build your business around loyal return customers…the girls that come here do eventually surrender the equipment they need to play my debreasting booth game to my larder…ending any reason to come back.”

“As both Wanda and Sue will verify,” Bill continued as he watched Dinah swallow his bait, “I make a habit of picking you girls’ brains for ideas…debreasting methods, ways to deal with the girls who win my lottery, entertainment events, and such. I know you probably haven’t given it much thought yet, but I’ll take any ideas you might have now, and then maybe check back with you again after your next booth stint.”

“You are right, in that I haven’t put much thought into it, Bill,” Dinah replied softly, feeling a bit embarrassed about misreading the nightclub owner’s motives. “Hank could end up being a gold mine for ideas. Ollie is pretty clever too…he comes up with new arrow gimmicks all the time…although I bet his first suggestion is to stick a set of breasts in front of the wall on the far side of the dance floor and let him use them for target practice.” She grinned as the nightclub owner laughed out loud.

“I do have one idea, though, that came to me as I read the food menu rather than the debreasting method menu” Dinah chortled, obviously quite proud of her observation. “No salad! Most girls eat a lot of salad. It helps keep them thin. Use little breast bacon cubes in place of ham or bacon to make a really great cross between chef and Cobb salad. To do that you need a debreasting method that dices the meat off the girl’s chest. It would probably need to be a two step process. Say a mesh of squared screen pushed through the breast from nipple to base to make rectangular strips, and then another squared screen pushed through the strips to finish the dicing.”

“Very good, Dinah,” Bill Jennings chuckled softly as he observed the young blonde’s obvious delight at her own inventiveness. “It may need to be done with a series of thin, slotted, interlocking surfaces rather than screen…to keep the diced breast meat from making a mess on the dance floor, though. My engineers will come up with something that will work great. Oh, by the way, you do know the heroine that came up with the idea needs to demonstrate the debreasting method on her next visit right. Ask Wanda about the debreasting nooses and, well, you saw Janet and the Spanish spiders. Sue would already have demonstrated the debreasting pendulum blade by now if it weren’t for logistical problems in the booth environment.”

“Gosh no, Bill, I had no idea,” Dinah declared while trying to suppress a giggle as she covered her breasts with her hands and stared with widened eyes in mock horror. “These C-cups wouldn’t make enough salads. Get Wanda to demonstrate my new debreasting method, okay?”

“Nope!” Bill replied gruffly. Then he insisted emphatically, “Those tits are going to get diced on your next visit, Dinah! Okay, I’m done teasing you for now. Let’s get you back to your table. OH! You probably don’t know. Your Amazon Princess teammate is about to debreast the president of that sorority whose been jousting against her. Nice Wonder Woman sized knockers too! This is going to be great entertainment!”

Dinah looked genuinely excited about the prospect of watching another debreasting as the two hurried out of Bill Jennings’ office. As she opened the Game room door, Bill paused as he thought about the consequences of letting her proceed. He chuckled at the thought of having the Green Arrow pissed at him for letting his girlfriend get her fillet purchased. He grabbed the girl’s wrist and stopped her from taking that last fatal step through the doorway. As she turned back to him with confusion on her face, he nodded to the black and gold bikini bottoms still resting on the Game room floor next to the wall. Black Canary blushed beet red as she realized yet another blonde moment.

“Did you enjoy yourself in there, sweet cheeks?” Oliver Queen asked with a soft chuckle as he watched his girlfriend retake her seat. He grinned and teased, “It sure sounded like you did. A cat in heat at midnight makes less noise than a Canary in a debreasting cage. The girls were worried that you might be getting yourself tamed as you spread your legs for a pleasure beam emitter. Your head still work or did all of those climaxes blow a circuit in your brain?”

“There isn’t any need to be jealous of an orgasmatron beam emitter, Oliver Queen,” Dinah Lance scolded her boyfriend with an impish grin on her face. “It can’t take me out to dinner when I’m hungry. Yes, I had a blast in there, and yes all of those forced climaxes may have damaged my mind. I nearly walked out of the Game room nude. If not for Bill, you’d probably be watching me getting a steel spit shoved up my twat just about now!”

“HAH!” Princess Diana of Themyscira spat with a grin of vindication on her face. “What seems to be forced climax is in fact forced climax. The truth of my words may not be argued. Yon booths are insidious traps designed to both debase and dismember female kind. Now, where is fair Lorna. ‘Tis time for she and I to fulfill her new pledge, though neither of us will enjoy the fulfilling!”

“Carol is escorting the girl and her sorority sisters over here now, Diana,” Bill Jennings announced from his position on the dance floor as he grinned at the Amazon he knew to be Wonder Woman. “Now, before you get away with slandering my nightclub’s principal form of entertainment, might I point out that they are called debreasting booths. The fact that the girls entering them risk contributing their breast bacon to the worldwide food chain is well disclosed by their very name, and if the pleasure beam treatments that lure the girls into taking the risk are a form of debasement…well, I must conclude that girls truly love being debased. Now, don’t mock what you haven’t tried, lest you find yourself escorted into one of the booths for the trying.”

Bill roared with laughter as Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped and she glanced with more than a little concern at the now empty debreasting booths. She seemed to be ready to issue a retort, and then closed her mouth as she thought better of it. It seemed that Wanda had done a better job of educating the heroines about 41^st Century etiquette than she had the heroes, for the nightclub owner was quite certain his threat would have not gone unchallenged in the 21^st Century.

“Well, shall we get this ceremony started?” Bill asked while chuckling with a grin on his face as Lorna and her sisters arrived on the dance floor. The nightclub owner nodded to Carol, who then guided the huge-breasted sorority president to a position near the center of the edge of the dance floor nearest the audience. “I’ll announce the surprise event as soon as…ah, Cheryl did it again!” He chuckle softly as he watched the green-eyed redhead stare with trepidation at the long, thin, horizontal bar being lowered by cables on each end to a waist-high position just in front of her. The beam, centered over the edge of the dance floor ran three-quarters of its length. All of the still breasted Phi Gamma Phi girls could probably have been accommodated had the sorority voted a bend-over bar for six, instead of only one!

Bill grinned and winked at Cheryl as the nightclub and dairy manager, who had flicked the lowering switch for the bend-over bar, arrived with a silver meat tray on which rested the accessories needed for the ceremony that was about to be performed. The long-haired blonde with green eyes and perfect, pinkish-tipped D-cups quickly took a seat on the floor just to the left of the redhead so she wouldn’t block anyone’s view, and held the tray up so that it was at an even height with the bar. “I’ll tie Lorna’s wrists for you, Diana,” Bill said softly so his words wouldn’t be heard too far away as he plucked the length of twine from the silver tray, “then have her assume the position so I can show and explain to you what your expected to do. Then I’ll make an announcement to the nightclub. Are you girls ready?”

As she stood from her seat and moved to stand before the lovely and bodacious sorority girl, Diana watched Lorna nod and then cross her wrists behind her back without being told. The long-haired redhead wore a brave smile on her face, but her green eyes were teary and gleamed with fear and remorse as they stared into her own blue eyes. The Amazon flashed a smile of encouragement at the young girl as Bill busied himself with the hand tying, before replying, “Yes, Mr. Jennings, we girls are ready to perform a ritual that is as revered as it is ancient, though the passing of time may have washed the memory of this rite of passage from the history books.”

Bill grunted as he finished his tying and then walked around the beam to stand before and to the left side of the quivering redhead. He looked thoughtful for a moment, wondering if he should warn the bold Princess to be careful with her words. He shrugged his shoulders, thinking instead that it might be interesting to see what she came up with.

“Stand with your feet parallel and spread shoulder-length apart, and then bend until your upper torso is horizontal to the floor, Lorna,” Bill commanded softly but tersely as he pulled the large hoop knife off the meat tray and held it downward in his left hand. He watched the sorority girl’s already erect nipples on large, puffy brownish-pink areolae swell as the girl stared unblinkingly at the debreasting tool named for the 21^st Century superheroine that had invented it, and bent forward over the bar as instructed. Bill grabbed the redhead’s turgid left nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and tweaked it, before gently tugging downward to distend the breast, as he grunted, “This one first, Diana, as it’s on the tray side.”

Bill released the breast tip and transferred the hoop blade to his now empty hand, and explained as he demonstrated, “Just push the Zatanna’s cutout over the targeted breast as you are standing to the side where I am to block as few views as possible.” He grinned at the Amazon as, once within the cutout, he tugged downward on the redhead’s left breast tip as he continued to lift the blade upward, and together they watched the sorority girl’s nipples swell rock hard as she felt cold metal against her chest. “Once you have the hoop positioned as it is now, carefully pull the blade toward her head, making the sharp inner edge of the hoop pass through the lower base of her breast while carefully keeping the hoop parallel to and against her chest.”

The nightclub owner released the breast and lowered the debreasting tool away from the redhead’s chest to indicate the demonstration was at an end, as he explained, “Using the hoop knife in the manner I described will see to it that the blade harvests all of her breast bacon. Then, as you hold the severed breast aloft, take the washcloth from the tray and clean the conical meat before you set it nipple up on the tray. Repeat the procedure with Lorna’s right breast, including the meat cleaning. Finally, wipe the blood from the then breastless girl’s chest before bandaging her wounds. Ready?”

Wonder Woman’s own pinkish-brown nipples were rock hard as the debreasting blade was pulled downward away from the dangling DD-cups so close to the size of her own famous breasts, and handed to her. “I am ready to perform the rite of passage ceremony on this girl’s womanly orbs, Bill Jennings,” Princess Diana announced calmly before declaring, “but I be handmaiden to no one. Another will wash the severed breasts and breastless chest!”

Bill Jennings glared a warning at the Amazon warrior as he nodded and agreed, “Very well, Diana, Carol will do the cleaning of blood for you, but you will do the bandaging of the wounds you yourself are about to inflict on this girl as part of a pledge you yourself sanctified. Wanda can hold the bandages for you until they are needed. Be warned, if I get anymore guff from you…or Lorna…I pull those tan gym shorts she’s wearing down her legs and let one of my male customers share the pain you are about to inflict upon her by shoving his cock into Lorna’s anus!”

Wonder Woman watched the young, shivering redhead bent before her blush badly and stare pleadingly at her as she listened to the nightclub owner’s threat, and replied softly, “That will not be necessary, Mr. Jennings. Both Lorna and I will comply with your instructions as they now stand.” To emphasize her agreement, Diana took the two bandage packages off the silver tray and handed them back to a grinning Wanda before adding, “You may make your announcement to your patrons, Sir. While he does so, young Lorna, you may resume an upright position. You should be standing tall as your courageous sacrifice is announced, and bend again when it is time to make it.”

Bill chuckled as he watched a very relieved looking redhead straighten up, and turned to the sorority girls standing behind her, and chortled, “You girls are part of the show too. The five remaining breasted girls are to form a line centered behind Lorna, and the other eighteen on you are to form three lines of six centered behind them…in the order you were debreasted.” The nightclub owner grinned as the girls hurried to comply. Then he turned to face the audience.

“Ladies and gentlemen, many of you may have noticed that something is up over here at the dance floor,” Bill Jennings announced loudly and clearly as he grinned out to his patrons. “On this very special night at Final Fantasy, where we celebrate Metropolitan University’s incredible double gymnastics tournament championship, we have a number of very special events planned for your entertainment. One of those events, obviously, has been the unveiling of the new Balance Beam Joust game. The game has been a bigger hit than I ever imagined, due in large part to the great skill of this very well toned and incredibly well-endowed athlete, Diana Prince. Let’s hear it for Diana, Princess of Joust!” Bill grinned from ear-to-ear as the nightclub roared with applause and cheers, and Wonder Woman wore a deer-in-headlights look on her face before she finally had the good sense to bow.

Bill held his hand up to signal for silence, and as the audience slowly complied noted, “It has been a most entertaining game with lots of good competition and even better breast suspension action. Now I want to recognize and thank the girls who provided us that athletic competition and paid the price for losing those dangerous jousts. In the formation in the center of the dance floor are the eighteen girls from Metropolitan University’s Phi Gamma Phi sorority who did their best to provide, and on several occasions came very close to providing, you the pleasure of witnessing Diana’s breast suspension followed by the removal of her magnificent breasts by razor wire nooses. Let’s hear it for the eighteen brave competitors who provided us with magnificent entertainment tonight before sending their breast bacon to my kitchen. Phi Gamma Phi, ladies and gentlemen!”

Once again the audience cheered and applauded as the eighteen debreasted girls, wearing round bandages of honor over freshly skin-grafted wounds, bowed in unison with looks of pride on their faces. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are not done yet!” Bill Jennings called out over the deafening din. As the noise subsided he announced, “At the request of Phi Gamma Phi, I am pleased to announce that we have arranged for Diana, Princess of Joust, to compete in the Balance Beam Joust game against those darlings of the balance beam, the Metropolitan University girls’ gymnastics team tournament champions, immediately after our mid-evening lottery winners have finished entertaining us.”

Bill grinned his broadest grin and bowed as the nightclub roared with cheers and applause. He waited several minutes before holding his hand up for silence, and several minutes later managed to holler, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Ladies and gentlemen, although I was thrilled to make this announcement, it did serve to disappoint some other very brave girls. You see, the six remaining girls from Metropolitan University’s Phi Gamma Phi sorority that are here in attendance tonight were counting on having the opportunity to avenge their sisters on the balance beam, and let you finally see Diana air dance before hearing one hell of a loud double plopping sound! They know what you’re waiting for with baited breath!” Again the nightclub roared with laughter and applause.

Bill held his hand up again, and as the noise lessened, announced, “These six breasted ladies standing behind me and before their breastless sisters have decided that the interests of the many, your entertainment, outweighs the interests of the few, their desire for retribution. They have decided to forgo their own bouts against Diana, given her agreement to end a drinking game she was enjoying with her friends, so that Diana will have the best possible chance to give the five girls on the girls’ gymnastics tournament championship team fond memories of the night they made partial conversions. Let it be no secret that I have a substantial interest in seeing Diana do just that, and it’s not just the stock fillets I bet on her winning the match as I’ll explain momentarily.”

There were scattered boos erupting in the nightclub before, led by Coach Taft, the audience began chanting loudly, “Plop plop! Plop plop! Plop plop!” over and over again.

“Yes, yes yes!” Bill Jennings called out over the chant as he held up his hand. “If the girls’ gymnastics team gives you the double-plopping sound you are all calling for as Diana finally takes the plunge off of that narrow balance beam, we will have another special event to announce. Coach is part of that one, hence his leading the chant. Humor me, and let’s announce that event when we get to it. Now…back to this one!”

Bill Jennings declared loudly and emphatically, “The remaining six breasted girls of Metropolitan University’s Phi Gamma Phi sorority want there to be no doubt about their motives for surrendering their opportunity to joust against Diana. They are doing it for you and the chance for a really great entertainment event, and not out of a lack of courage. Five of the remaining breasted girls from the sorority, the second row, have insisted on proving their courage to one and all by simultaneously taking debreasting booths and leaving the fates of their breasts, nice big ones too as I see only C- and D-cups in the lineup, to their fellow nightclub patrons. Let’s hear it for these brave girls!” Bill grinned as the audience returned to cheering and applause, and the second row bowed as most of the girls grinned sheepishly.

“Yes, these brave girls deserve that applause, ladies and gentlemen,” Bill hollered loudly as he struggled to regain the floor. “I guess I might note, I’m pretty sure some of these girls are hoping they don’t make the donations to my kitchen that I’m hoping they all will make.” Bill grinned at the scattered laughter his comment produced, before admitting, “Okay, I’m a bit selfish and always want to have it my way.”

“Now, let’s get on with THIS special event!” Bill announced as he reached across the bend-over bar and put his arm around Lorna’s shoulders, “This young lady is Lorna Dayson, president of the Metropolitan University’s Phi Gamma Phi sorority chapter this year. Lorna wants to leave NO doubt in anyone’s mind about her having the courage to face Diana on the balance beam, and honor her sisters that gave it their best tries at the same time. To prove that the sacrifice she and her five breasted sisters are making now, so that you folks will have the finest in entertainment later this evening, has nothing to do with the preservation of breasts, Lorna has decide to accept partial conversion now, and send those mammoth and perfect double D-cup breasts she carries to my kitchen to join the breasts of her sisters.” Bill smiled with great satisfaction as his patrons began to move toward the front of the room. Even the girls about to enter the Game room, and those examining the assets they were considering poaching from those girls, began moving toward the dance floor.

Bill held up his hand to halt the applause that was beginning to erupt, and explained, “Lorna has insisted that Diana, herself, take her huge breasts as she leans over the bend-over bar at the edge of the dance floor. This sorority president is giving you folks a preview of what I will get to do to Metropolitan University girls’ gymnastics team Head Coach Landry if Diana takes out at least three of the girls’ gymnastics team tournament champions later tonight. Diana, and, hopefully, later I, will be using a new invention called a Zatanna to remove the breasts one at a time from the bent-over girl. I’m not sure, but I think Diana, as those of you who have watched the jousts may have noticed, has some Thespian tendencies, and is going to give us something of a show as she treats the honor Lorna is giving her as a bit of a ritual or ceremony. Let’s hear it for Lorna…and Diana!”

As the crowd roared with applause, Diana flashed and encouraging smile at Lorna while Bill stepped backwards. Diana immediately took the vacated position, and continued trying to bolster the young sorority girl’s spirits with her calm demeanor as the applause seemed to go on forever. Finally, as the raucous applause began to die out, she announced loudly in archaic language befitting the ancient ceremony, “Hear ye, hear ye, one and all, for now begins an age old ritual. In the times of old, as Hippolyta joined her sisters in watching their daughters come of age, this rite of passage from girl to woman warrior was celebrated by the removal of breasts…usually just the bowstring breast. Then, the ceremonial ritual was, in part, a way to discourage our enemies from thinking that breasts made one weak.”

Diana took a deep breath and glanced out to the looks of bewilderment on the faces of most of the flabbergasted audience. She looked at a bemused Bill Jennings and smiled sheepishly, before trying to undo the confusion her words had thus far created, as she continued with, “Though those ancient times be long forgotten, still does the ritual of breast removal continue to mark a change of status as a girl lives life. In the times of now, warriors are of little use, but food resources are scarce and treasured, especially meat. Today, this rite of passage marks the turning point in a girl’s life, where a consumer of resources becomes a contributor of resources. In doing so it brings great honor to the girl making the partial donation of her meat, as she performs the most sacred of this society’s civic duties. Bend thee now, Lorna Dayson, and together we will send your mighty breasts to the Final Fantasy kitchen to join those of your many brave sisters. In this way, we honor your sisters, perform your civic duty, and contribute to Bill Jennings’ profit margin.”

Diana grinned and signaled Lorna to hold her position as Bill Jennings roared with laughter, and most of the audience joined him. She smiled and winked at Lorna, and then, as the room quieted, she announced, “Though the latter was a truthful jest, young Lorna is honoring all that watch with her brave and public contribution of her breast bacon to the worldwide food chain. Do bend now, young Lorna, that thy breasts I may remove. Do thy best to enjoy the pain that must ever accompany sacrifice, and may ye treasure the memory of having endured it well for the rest of thy days.”

Lorna Dayson smiled nervously before she slowly leaned over the waist-high bend-over bar and allowed her perfect brownish-pink-tipped DD-cups to dangle downwards. Her green eyes were dry and laughing as she noticed her nipples were rock hard in eager anticipation of her imminent debreasting. Her smile broadened as she felt the raven-haired girl standing above her carefully pulled the flaming strands that had fallen forward over her shoulders behind her back and carefully straightened her long red hair. “Thank you, Miss Diana,” Lorna whispered softly, “I want everyone to be able to see both breasts as they become one and then none.”

“You are most welcome, young Lorna,” the huge-breasted raven-haired girl replied so softly that Lorna was sure she was the only one who could hear it as she fit the cutout in the hoop knife over her left breast, “though in truth the honor is Diana daughter of Hippolyta’s. I will take great joy in being given this privilege to perform, for the first time in ages, the sacred Amazon ritual as well as I can. I have been advised to ask your preference. Do you want your breasts removed quickly or slowly, young Lorna?”

Lorna had no doubt the tall and toned girl above her was going to enjoy her role in the debreasting ceremony, as her pinkish-brown nipples were stiff and swollen at the tips of her monstrous breasts. The sorority girl whispered back, as she began shivering as she felt cold steel against her chest, “I’m told that one of my famous ancestors was named Hippolyta, and that an even more famous ancestor was named Diana, though I know little more of my lineage and the island nation we were taken from. Remove my first breast slowly but steadily, Diana, and tug down firmly to make sure you get all of it. I’ll let you know about the other when the first is nipple up on the meat tray. To tell the truth, this is an unexpected…opportunity. Most of the girls in my family tree end up with husbands. We have good genes and our male offspring live very long lives.”

“I…see,” Diana replied in a soft whisper as she hesitated briefly, “slow it will be. Young Lorna, your female offspring would live even longer were it not for society’s need for meat. Now, garnish your courage, brave girl. I expect you to take this minor setback in stride…as any Amazon would.” Princess Diana of Thymyscira, pulled downward on an engorged nipple with her left hand and pushed her arm sideways.”

“NGGhh!” the young redheaded sorority girl gasped softly as she felt the skin under the drape of her left dangling breast part. Then she grimaced in silence as her body shivered as she felt cold steel sliding along her chest and parting the intervening breast base. She felt one sensation—agony. The audience was far from silent as some women gasped and others giggled and yet others applauded. The few men in the room, for the most part, watched quietly. Lorna smiled grimly—at least the nightclub patrons were enjoying her debreasting—the faces she could see wore smiles and the eyes were filled with fascination. People were standing for the most part beyond the first line of tables. It was a necessity, as the tables in the back of the nightclub had been emptied and their occupants were standing in the front of the establishment watching Lorna’s massive breast slowly being rendered asunder.

“HOLA!” the raven-haired girl hollered loudly above Lorna after an eternity of torturous throbbing as steel passed slowly through flesh followed by an intense searing pain as the huge fleshy orb that had been her left breast dropped downward exposing her fresh wound fully to the air. Applause and cheers of jubilation filled the room as Diana held the huge breast before Lorna’s face, dangling downward by the nipple she still pinched. Then the tall, athletic girl surprised everyone, no doubt including herself, as she exchanged the hoop knife for a washcloth and meticulously cleaned the severed appendage. Then the hoop knife was retrieved and Lorna watched her severed breast get set nipple up on the silver tray beside her. The washcloth was returned to the tray as well.

Lorna’s green eyes were watery as she watched the hoop knife’s journey back under her chest, and felt the cutout get positioned over her remaining, right, breast. The redhead whispered, as she felt cold steel against the front of her ribcage and the firm downward tug on her engorged right nipple, “A little more quickly this time, Miss Diana, but not fast at all.” The sorority girl watched the raven-haired girl nod downward with a look of pride beaming from her blue eyes, and then held her breath as she felt an itch under the drape of her right breast as skin parted due to a sideways pushed arm. The itch quickly became pain as steel entered breast, and then agony as the steel became deeply buried into tender orb, finally earning a sharp gasp from the bent over girl. Again the audience gasped, cheered, or clapped hands as they grinned excited grins and watched with joy and amazement.

Another eternity if pain-filled misery passed before throbbing agony became fire emanating from a second open wound, and Lorna sensed her right breast drop downward and become upside down, dangling from the raven-haired girl’s fingers as she again cried out, “HOLA!” Again a breast was hefted before her tearful face, and she heard Princess Diana of Themyscira proclaim, “Well done, my sister, you have done your ancestors and your gender proud!” The audience around the room cheered and applauded as they roared their approval of a great debreasting.

Once again, those who knew the huge-breasted raven-haired girl were stunned to watch her carefully clean the lump of bacon that had been a living breast, before placing the breast beside its mate on a meat tray and repositioning the hoop knife that had been traded for the washcloth between the matching pair of conical orbs. Then the Amazon Princess played the unexpected role of handmaiden as she pushed the still bending girl into an upright position, allowing the room to see her ugly chest wounds that were badges of courage, and went to work washing the blood from sorority girl’s chest as she gasped in pain. Next, the girl best known as Wonder Woman carefully placed round bandages, passed to her by Wanda, over wounds she herself inflicted on a girl that very well might be her kin. The washcloth and empty wrappers went to Carol—Cheryl was already on the way to the kitchen with the bacon lumps.

As the antiseptic and painkiller coating the bandages worked their miracle, and Lorna finally smiled, she quipped, “Well, that was more fun than I thought it would be. Thank you, Miss Diana, you did great!”

“’Twas nothing, young Lorna,” the Amazon Princess replied softly as she looked down on the girl with obvious pride. “Your great courage was most inspiring.”

As the two girls hugged, after Diana had untied Lorna’s wrists, the audience applauded yet one more time before beginning to disperse and go about their business. It was then that the booming voice rang out from in front of the Game room door, “Could I get a potential menu-item waitress over here please. The debreasting booths are empty and I’m in the mood to play.”

“Could you make that both potential menu-item waitresses, Cheryl,” a second voice called out. “As Coach Taft just pointed out, all of the debreasting booths are currently empty, and I’m in the mood to play as well.”

“Oh, HELL!” Bill Jennings grumbled angrily from his position behind the hugging girls. “Coach Taft and Assistant Coach Sacrino have decided it’s time to make me pay two more pensions. I should have known my impetuous interference in their planned harvesting of a slightly marbled fillet was going to cost me dearly. When will I learn to heed my own advice, and see to it that you tourists become meat as soon as the opportunity arises?” The 41^st Century nightclub owner glowered at Zatanna before storming towards the back of the nightclub to give two nude waitresses some very bad news.

Chapter 26. Danger Amidst Disaster

“What’s going on, Janet?” Hank Pym asked frantically as he watched Bill Jennings disappear around the rear outer wall of the kitchen as he headed into the back of the large main room. “Why is Bill suddenly pissed off at us?”

“Hank, Bill isn’t angry at us…not really…he just seems to be unhappy with some decisions he’s made over the last few days,” Janet Van Dyne replied with a sheepish look on her face. “As for what’s going on, well, as Kaori explained when we first arrived at Final Fantasy this evening, the waitresses are paid very well here, because their jobs are very dangerous…especially when they are pulling potential menu-item duty. In addition to having their fillets on display and for sale to anyone willing to pay the price, as you boys are planning to do, they have to fill a debreasting booth if asked to do so when all of the booths are empty. The debreasting booths are empty now, and Coach Taft and Coach Sacrino have both asked.”

“Oh, okay, darling,” Hank Pym said softly while looking obviously relieved, “for a minute there I was worried. I like Bill a lot, and I’m a good enough judge of character to know that I want him on our side, and not angry with us. Oh, there he is headed back this way…. Oh crap! That’s Charlie right behind him!” A frown filled the scientist-cum-superhero’s face as he nodded towards the back of the room to the ravishing hazel-eyed long-haired brunette whose perfect brownish-pink-tipped C-cups bounced above a hairless pubic mound as she hurried after her boss with a frown on her face.

“I think you’re catching on now, buddy,” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he nodded towards the kitchen and the stunning blue-eyed blonde with shoulder length hair and perfect pinkish-tipped D-cups, also hairless below the waist, who was being escorted towards the Game room door by Cheryl. “It looks like Cheryl is sending Darlene in the coaches’ direction as well, and she looks terrified. You DO know what this means don’t you, Hank?”

“It means that we are in the middle of a freaking disaster, Ollie,” Hank Pym groaned in bitter disappointment. “The coaches seem to intend to debreast our dinner dates! This sucks! Can they make both of them take booths? I mean one of the girls will go in first, and then the booths will no longer be empty.”

“I’m sorry, Hank,” Sue replied softly with a frown on her face and sadness in her eyes, “but yes they can make both waitresses take booths…even if some of us girls hurried into the Game room right now. I, along with a nice sweet young girl named Sharon, learned that lesson the hard way on our first night here. It only matters that the booths were empty when the potential menu-item waitresses were asked to fill the debreasting booth. Rules seem to be interpreted very strictly and word-for-word…here in the city.”

“A freaking DISASTER, Ollie!” Hank Pym spat angrily as he shook his head from side to side. “We’re back to square one, unless…well it’s not their breasts we’re after. Shall we have them ride Jessica’s later…even though they’ve been debreasted?” Hank blushed badly as Dinah suddenly burst into laughter.

“Henry Pym, my handsome and brilliant, but sometimes simple-minded, husband,” Janet interrupted softly as she shook her head in disbelief, “if only you were listening to what you are saying. Dear, those girls are going to be forced to do an involuntary stint in a debreasting booth. Assuming the coaches are not teasing, and I’m pretty sure they are not, those waitresses that are talking with Bill and Cheryl in the middle of the room are about to lose their breasts, and then their jobs, and they don’t look happy about it. Bill isn’t happy about it either, as he will have to send them home, leaving him shorthanded, immediately after their booth stints are done…so no Jessica’s for them, dear…and Bill will have to pay them a pension for the rest of their lives. On top of that, even the coaches won’t be happy, as they make Bill pay those pensions, because they aren’t getting what they really wanted either. I’m sorry to say this, husband, but yours is the smallest disaster of them all.”

“Mr. Jennings, Sir, please go back to your table and let us do our jobs, Sir,” Cheryl urged softly with a friendly smile on her face as she stood before her agitated boss. “You are angry at Coach Taft, and you’ll only make things worse. Charlie and Darlene are big girls, and I’m sure they can handle anything those men throw at them politely and professionally. I’ll go ahead and take a position on the dance floor, so that I can get the men anything they need, and make sure they know someone is watching if they get tempted to do anything really atrocious.”

“Things ARE under control, Sir,” Darlene added softly in a quivering voice. “While Charlie and I aren’t jumping for joy at the prospect of earning our pensions, it does come with the job. Do you know what hurts the most? I bet a bundle on Charlie and me in the kitchen pool as to who those men at the main reserved table are going to spend their fillet money on!”

“You did, Darlene?” Charlie asked with obvious interest. “Don’t tell me we are the favorites to win! Oh, wow,” the nude brunette gasped as the nude blonde nodded with a grin on her face. “Now I don’t quite know whether to be disappointed or grateful about getting a post-debreasting pension. I’m in no rush to feel hot coals under me, frankly! Never mind! You DO need to go back to your table and let us do our jobs, Sir! A Mr. Jason Carlson just arrived in the back of the nightclub with two dates, and said he would be joining you at your table with one of the girls shortly.”

“Okay, I’ll leave Coach Taft in your very capable hands, girls,” Bill replied softly as he wore a thoughtful look on his face. “Not that I really have much choice in the matter anyhow. Jason on the other hand…well I hope he’s not here to give me a bunch of guff for beheading his girlfriend, Judy, in the dairy the other day. Keep your chins up, Charlie and Darlene, whatever happens, and make me proud. You, Cheryl, watch yourself out there on the dance floor. Coach is a tetchy old fart, and I wouldn’t be pleased to see you ride Jessica for him.” Bill winked at his manager, before heading towards his table.

“Look, girls,” Cheryl urged with a look of concern on her face, “the coaches may be teasing, as Coach Taft did with me not long after I was first hired, but I would assume they are not if I were you, and set your debreasting options accordingly. The options you select won’t change those men’s minds, either way. You can only experience debreasting once, so if your partial conversion does come your way tonight, make the most of it. Let’s go!”

“All right, all right, stop it with the dirty looks, Wanda,” Zatanna hissed softly as the big-breasted Avenger appeared to get more and more agitated as Hank’s grumbling continued, “I’ll explain things to him in a way he will understand. Hank, Bill is peeved…as Janet said…at some decisions he’s made…over the last couple of days. His having made those decisions, which were regarding us girls, or at least some of us, is likely going to cost two of his waitresses their boobs and himself pensions. He is obviously regretting his talking Coach Taft out of spitting my, quote, slightly marbled fillet, unquote, and using me as a live roaster for his pre-tournament celebration feast the other night.”

“Don’t you dare laugh, Henry Pym,” the magic-wielding Justice Leaguer warned as the silly grin replaced the frown on the blonde hero’s face, “because I’m pretty sure that he’s having even bigger regrets over bullying both coaches tonight, in public, into not making me and Janet ride Jessica’s, as the coaches made very clear, after inspecting our fillets, they would have done but for Bill’s interference. As it turns out, what the coaches are punishing Bill over, is exactly what you’re bitching about…missing out on fine dining opportunities tonight…in you and Ollie’s case, Darlene and Charlie…in the Coaches’ case, Zatanna Zatara and Janet Van Dyne. Will you please shut up now?”

“Thank you, Zatanna,” Wanda said softly as Hank Pym looked both embarrassed and disappointed at the same time. “I’m sorry, Hank, but I had to make her rub your face in it. We girls aren’t too happy about the way things are turning out either. If Bill meant what he said, he won’t lift a finger to stop one or more of us from being made meat the next time we find ourselves in a sticky situation. Frankly, Bill’s probably genuinely embarrassed about his behavior, so uncharacteristic of a 41^st Century male, during the incidents Zatanna just described.”

“Hi, Diana,” Dinah chirped with a giggle as the huge-breasted heroine finally retook her seat, “did you know that Coach Taft and Coach Sacrino are about to debreast the waitresses our boys were hoping would provide their dinner? They…well especially Hank…are pretty bummed about missing out. What’s up with you? You were talking to Lorna for a long time. Did you girls enjoy your debreasting ceremony? Very nicely done, by the way!”

“Thank you and yes, friend Dinah, I believe both Lorna and I had a very rewarding experience,” Diana replied with a smile on her face. “You know, I do believe she is of Amazon blood. I look forward to asking Bill Jennings many questions about that which transpired between the then that is our now, and the when that is his now. Friends Oliver and Hank, I am sorry for your disappointment, though I find myself in need of asking, does it matter which cow provides the steak you eat, for is not a steak a steak?”

“It matters which cow the steak is from if you’re going to have sex with the cow before it’s roasted, Diana,” Oliver replied dryly as he glanced out to the Game room door. “However, don’t you girls give us boys’ dinner plans another thought. We’ll all enjoy watching those pretty waitresses getting their perfect melons plucked out of debreasting portals, and then Hank and I will pick out two other girls for sex and dinner, and everything that comes between the two, later tonight. Are any of you girls interested in a dinner date?” Dinah burst into laughter.

Wanda smiled sheepishly as Bill Jennings, who had just rejoined Charles and Jamie at their reserved table, flashed a questioning look at the laughing ponytailed Justice Leaguer. Wanda shrugged her shoulders at the stocky male before turning to watch the conversation before the Game room door.

“Coach Taft and Coach Sacrino, Final Fantasy apologizes for the brief delay,” Cheryl declared softly and apologetically as she nodded to the two sports heroes in turn, “as we scrambled to adjust table coverage on this very busy night that our celebration of Metropolitan University’s double gymnastics team tournament victory has resulted in. We do hope you’ve been enjoying the celebration that is largely in your honor. I have with me the current potential menu-item waitresses, Charlie,” Cheryl nodded to the nude brunette who flashed a friendly smile at both men, “and Darlene,” the operations manager nodded to the nude blonde who managed a nervous smile to both coaches. “These girls are here to fill the now empty debreasting booths, as it is their jobs to do and as you men have, rightfully, requested. If you coaches don’t mind, I’ll hover around the dance floor to get you anything you might need, and to make sure no one interferes with your booth games…or taunts these waitresses as they earn their pensions. In you go, girls!”

“Just a second, girls,” Coach Taft interrupted as held out his hand to keep the waitresses from rushing through the Game room door. “I was thinking of having them fill the two end booths, Paul. That way we will each be able to concentrate on debreasting the sows before us without listening to them kibitz with each other. Does that work for you?”

“Sure coach,” Paul Sacrino grinned with a knowing look on his face at the balding blue-eyed man beside him, “I don’t mind not being able to hear you slobbering all over your food before you start taunting the sow that’s about to provide it in an attempt to make her scream. Yours will be the better show, and I prefer to debreast my sows a bit more privately anyhow. I’ll take booth 5. You want the blonde’s tits, right?”

“Yep!” Coach Taft declared with a gleam in his eyes as he stared into the laughing brown eyes of his dark-haired assistant coach, and then into the fear-filled blue eyes of the waitress whose breasts he coveted. “When it comes to the debreasting booth game and hauling harvested melons to the kitchen, size matters, Paul. Additionally, while neither of these girls is likely to be a screamer, Darlene looks like she’s going to make the more reluctant sow. Finally, her perfect D-cups are pretty good matches for Cheryl’s, here. Cheryl, I’ve always regretted not taking those lovely tits off your chest one drunken night not so long ago when I had the chance. It breaks my heart that Bill gave you that promotion which will let you keep those tits of yours covered during normal business nights.” Coach Taft chuckled as Cheryl blushed and instinctively folded her arms over her big breasts, covering stiffening pinkish nipples.

“Now it really is, in you go time, girls,” Paul Sacrino quipped as he chuckled at his boss. “Let’s not let Coach’s hair, what’s left of it, get any grayer before he has a set of breast balloons before him just waiting to be popped. That will be your knockers Darlene…hang them out of booth 1’s portals. Charlie, you’re with me. Stick your lovely hooters through booth 5’s debreasting portals, and I’ll do the best I can to make you regret their imminent demise. This is for real, girls! Don’t cheat yourselves out of any fun.”

“Are you sure Lorna is...one of the sisterhood…Diana?” Sue asked softly as she watched the waitresses enter the Game room. “We’ve heard no mention of Am…tribal designations…since we started visiting…the city.”

“Fairly sure, friend Sue,” Diana replied with the glow of excitement in her blue eyes. “She said her ancestors were from an island nation, that two of those ancestors bore my mother’s name and my own, and that the descendents of her kin were known to be long-lived. I will know for sure only when my questions of what transpired between then and now are answered.”

“Are you listening, Wanda?” Janet asked softly as she stared at her friend and then out to the empty debreasting portals. “Your interest seems to be more than normally focused on the Game room. Don’t even think about repeating my mistake and getting anywhere near those coaches.”

“What, Janet?” Wanda asked softly before blushing badly. “Sorry, Diana, I was listening, although I WAS also contemplating something else as well. We will do the best we can to get you the answers you seek, but I’m afraid I should warn you that our local historian tends to be rather closed mouthed about divulging information dealing with girls of our ilk and related matters. He has a rather good reason for being that way, given the changes to history, as he now knows it, that could occur should he divulge anything that might change our behavior…in the country.”

“Nice catch, Janet,” Zatanna observed with a chuckle as she stared at Wanda, “she is contemplating doing her first booth stint right in the middle of dire danger. Look, the coaches have stuck the waitresses in booths 1 and 5. I agree with, Janet, Wanda. Don’t tempt those men…unless of course you were hoping to spare one of the waitress’s boobs by offering up your own?”

“No, Zatanna, I was contemplating a strategy that might help me win my first debreasting booth game,” Wanda replied quickly, perhaps a bit too defensively. “If I time it right, I don’t think the coaches would leave the breasts they’ve been pampering for mine. I think they know Bill won’t be paying a pension to me if my girls get killed. Diana, if Lorna is of your blood, she certainly did herself and her ancestors proud as she bravely accepted her debreasting. She should be proud! How does she feel about her sorority sisters turning on her?”

“Lorna claims to believe their actions were justified…that her own impetuousness brought her debreasting at my hands upon her, friend Wanda,” Wonder Woman replied as her mouth formed a smile that became a vicious grin. “I think that her sorority sisters were being either sore, breastless, losers, or selfish cowards seeking to vouchsafe their own breasts. I would be most pleased and beholding to you men, Hank and Oliver, if you saw to it that at least two of her five remaining breasted sisters joined the ranks of the breastless!”

“Look, the waitresses have set their windows to two-way transparency,” Dinah chirped excitedly. “We are going to be able to see the pain on their faces as they are getting their tits ruined! By the way, Wanda, I say go for it. The only ones likely to debreast you, if the coaches don’t switch targets, is the other two guys at their table. No girl, after seeing what the coaches did to Zatanna and Janet, would dare step onto the dance floor…even to pop your big balloons!”

“Andy Summers can’t,” Wanda observed matter-of-factly as she glanced from the debreasting booths to the coaches’ reserved table, “as it hasn’t been long since he debreasted Janet. Tyler Roberts can’t either; because of his misbehavior at Club X, Bill told Tyler we heroines were off limits to him here at Final Fantasy.” Wanda glanced at Bill’s table just as a tall, muscular, light-brown-haired man with gleaming hazel eyes approached with a gorgeous Grade A black girl carrying perfect brownish-tipped C-cups in tow, and the nightclub owner rose to greet them.

Wanda glanced back to the coaches’ table and noted, “Those men’s Club X dates don’t seem particularly interested in what’s going on out at the debreasting portals either. I don’t think any of those girls are avid bacon hunters like our Dinah. I need to think about this.” Wanda turned her eyes towards the dance floor as she watched the coaches go to work avidly pampering breasts with their hands and avidly suckling breast tips with their mouths, while she eavesdropped on Bill Jennings’ table.

“Have a seat, Jason, after introducing us to your lovely lady friend, naturally,” Bill Jennings chuckled with a friendly smile on his face, as he took in the view of the topless dark-skinned girl in tight yellow bicycle shorts and then nodded to his sitting tablemates. “This is Charles and his wife, Jamie. Charles and Jamie, this is my old friend, Jason Carlson. Please do join us in taking a chair, Sir and Miss.”

“Yes, I recognize Charles as a fellow Club X member,” Jason replied with a broad grin on his face as her reached over and shook Charles’s hand, “but I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve seen Jamie. I couldn’t forget a gorgeous blonde like her. Folks, this lovely young girl is Aneece. Aneece is a biotechnician at the research facility I work at. I couldn’t talk Aneece into joining us at Club X tomorrow night, but she seems quite fascinated with your nightclub, Bill. And thanks, we will join you for a bit so that Aneece can get a really great view of the debreasting booth action, and see the orgasmatron emitters at work.”

“Excellent!” Bill proclaimed with a broad grin on his face. “I’m glad to hear my advertising campaigns are paying off. I hope you both enjoy your visit here. So, are the debreasting booths the reason I enjoy the pleasure of you and Aneece’s company, Jason?”

“I don’t think we’ve made up our minds about debreasting booths, Bill,” Jason replied with a grin on his face as his date watched the two girls in the debreasting booths getting their at-risk breasts pleasured, “despite the obvious attraction of the orgasmatron emitters. Actually, Bill, I’m here to find out what happened to Judy on Wednesday.”

“I thought you might be, Jason,” Bill acknowledged with a sheepish look on his face. He noted that the black girl was carefully avoiding paying attention to the two men’s conversation, before he declared, “Well, there’s no way to get around the awkwardness of this situation, so I’ll get right to it.”

Bill looked Jason straight in the eye as he explained, “Judy came to my dairy leading her women’s life-preparation class field trip, for which I was guest lecturer. One of the lessons we seek to teach as part of that field trip is, if a girl is asked by a male to volunteer for something, she volunteers and hopes for the best, because if she doesn’t bad things are bound to happen to her. Judy was given several opportunities to volunteer as a POTENTIAL debreasting method demonstrator, and as the students’ mentor in that particular class it was her duty as a leader, as well as a girl, to demonstrate the lesson by volunteering to risk partial conversion. Even though she herself decided that only one of the six of her fellow teachers that volunteered to be in the potential debreasting method demonstrator lineup would be allowed to avoid partial conversion, had Judy joined the lineup to make it seven and left the number of unused volunteers one, I would have let that girl be her and spared her magnificent breasts out of loyalty to you, Jason. If only she had had the good sense to volunteer!”

“I appreciate that, Bill,” Jason said softly. “Go on with your story.”

“After drawing numbered cubes for position, I whittled down the lineup by removing those teachers I thought would make poor role models for the students. Despite adding the other two breasted teachers present who had demonstrated poor leadership by not volunteering, the fifth and final teacher still left in the lineup of volunteers to be a potential debreasting method demonstrator was the girl who drew the number six cube fair and square. I asked if Judy would give her a pass in view of her drawing the safe position, and limit the debreasting demonstrations to four teachers, or if I should ignore the girl’s lucky draw and use her anyhow. I also clearly stated that I might come up with another way of finding a sow for my final debreasting method demonstration, if she didn’t allow me to forgo it. Judy demonstrated a complete lack of compassion, telling me to use the girl who drew the six anyhow, as she wouldn’t miss her smallish breasts. Additionally, she exhibited prideful selfishness in saying she wasn’t willing to risk the papered status you would soon be giving her, when asked why she hadn’t offered herself as a volunteer. I replaced the girl who had fairly drawn the six with Judy as my fifth debreasting method volunteer from the university faculty, and added a student as a sixth.”

“Please, let me continue,” Bill urged as Jason opened his mouth to speak. “Judy was given several chances to escape the dairy breasted, but the only one she did jump at was not particularly respectful of you. When the time finally came, and I pillowed her massive chest on breast support boards under a swinging pendulum blade, I offered her the final chance to go home whole. I told her that if she could stand over an orgasmatron emitter for the length of time it took for the blade to lower downward to her assets, and accept two cuts to her breast bases, without climaxing, I would free her and have the damage to her breasts repaired. She got rather rude with me as she turned down the pleasure beam emitter…and the chance to save her breasts that came with it. No matter what she did or said from that point on, she was going to be slowly debreasted.”

“Be patient, Jason,” Bill pleaded with a sheepish smile on his face, “I’m almost done. In view her rudeness, I warned Judy that if she continued to set a poor example of proper partial-conversion etiquette for the female students participating in the field trip, I might find it necessary to use her to further demonstrate the unfairness of man’s world to womankind. She responded by begging for her breasts, and even offered to have you pay me a million credits for her release with them still on her chest. The exact type of behavior she was charged with teaching her female students to refrain from at all costs. Then, just as she was about to take her first small cut on her upper breast bases, she did the unthinkable…Judy threatened to punish me for her debreasting, once she got home, by having her brother, Joshua, arrange for my daughter, Susie, to be kidnapped and used as veal in a backyard barbecue. As a guest lecturer for the university, I couldn’t allow Judy to endanger her students’ futures by showing them that such bad behavior could go unpunished.”

“I understand, Bill,” Jason replied softly with a frown on his face, “and had I been there to witness that behavior, I myself would have found it necessary to make her meat before her students’ eyes. You should know, Bill, Joshua Hunsaker would have never participated in making an underage girl meat because of your taking Judy’s breasts. Hell! They were siblings in name only. The Hunsaker’s adopted Judy only three months before it was finally proven she was actually an adult, instead of the older teen suffering from amnesia they thought her to be. Within weeks after that, I myself had proven her academic credentials and arranged for her position as a university instructor. By what means was she terminated?”

“Guillotine!” Bill spat with obvious distaste. “She was given a chance to live, Jason. Standard Club X death game scenario! I’ve said all I’m going to say about Judy Hunsaker. If you want to know more, ask some of the volunteer milk cows that were there. They happen to be here tonight at the regular reserved table. The big-breasted auburn-haired girl, there, named Wanda, is the alpha female.” Bill nodded to the Scarlet Witch as she stared out to the debreasting portals. “The huge-breasted dark-haired girl and the ponytailed blonde, along with the two men, are new friends, and are likely unaware of the Judy’s demise.”

“Golly, Ollie,” Dinah said with an excited giggle, “those coaches sure know how to work a set of breasts. Those waitresses are mewing and moaning so loudly that I’m beginning to think they might climax before their debreast buttons get hit. I wish Sydney had worked my breast tips that well.”

“Me too, sweet cheeks!” Oliver Queen replied with a smirk on his face. “Then maybe he would have felt the need to take the breasts he had worked so hard to pleasure, and I’d have some chest bandages to play with. When it comes to the debreasting booth game, I’m NOT in favor of catch-and-release policies, even when girlfriends are involved.”

“Speaking of debreasting booth games, Wanda, you seem a little distracted,” Janet observed while grinning as she wondered about the sudden blush that had colored her friend and teammate’s face. “Have you reached the sensible conclusion that it is way too dangerous to stick your breasts into this side of The Wall while those coaches are out there?”

“No, Janet,” Wanda whispered softly as her attention was bought back to her own table, “I’m even more convinced that taking the chance now is worth it. I want to wait a few more moments, or until debreast buttons get pushed. Now hush up and enjoy the debreasting booth action.” Wanda Maximoff resumed her eavesdropping.

“Fine, Bill,” Jason chuckled softly as he nodded, “maybe I will talk to those girls if I get a chance. In the meantime, I’ll change the subject. I heard that you recommended to the Club X inner circle that they consider holding an annual foxhunt. Is that true?” Jason laughed as Aneece suddenly looked both embarrassed and concerned.

“Why, yes it is, Jason,” Bill Jennings replied with a grin on his face as he tried to make sense of the strange chemistry between the new couple. “As you know, I’ve never been a big fan of those chases, but I made the recommendation anyhow. It’s an activity that the adult in-between daughters that don’t get to volunteer for the Sunday picnics could participate in, as well as freely volunteering un-papered girls of course, and perhaps some of the club members’ wives. As the number of more adventurous men in the club, such as you, seems to have increased of late, I thought it may be time to give the idea reconsideration. What do you guys think?”

“I think giving girls emasculation knives and docking tubes designed for penises is a terrible idea, Bill,” Charles replied with a loud chuckle. “Our club thrives on our women being submissive, not the other way around.” Charles smiled and winked at Jamie, who responded with a blush and a grin of embarrassment.

“I take your point, Charles,” Jason admitted with a serious look on his face, “but despite the very real danger to the men participating in the foxhunts, which many men could find to be a real rush, I heard the Club X inner circle had the opposite problem with Bill’s recommendation. About thirty percent of the women, mostly guests but some wives, end up being culled as the herd participating at the Club X party that week gets thinned. The wives seem just fine with those odds, given they only HAVE to participate twice a year at the Club X parties but enjoy the Sunday picnics as often as they want. As for the un-papered girls that make up the bulk of the herd, the parties are exciting enough to keep plenty of them coming as they look for escorts who might become husbands. With a well-run foxhunt, however, seventy percent of the foxes, on average, become meat by the end of the day. Given those odds, I heard that the inner circle concluded few club members would offer wives and daughters to participate in a foxhunt. Un-papered volunteers would likely be rare as well. I’m surprised you recommended the event, Bill, given that, as you said, you’ve never been a big fan of chases.”

“Yeah, that was just one of several foolish moments I’ve had since I met some girls with very interesting perspectives on life, Jason,” Bill Jennings replied with a wry grin on his face as he nodded to the principal reserved table. “Those same volunteer milk cows I mentioned brought up the idea of Club X sponsoring a foxhunt last Saturday night, hence my recommending it. Wanda in particular seemed quite enamored with the idea, even though I told her that most foxhunts are sponsored by clubs that aren’t exactly sanctioned by the government.”

“Wait, those aren’t the same girls that you brought to Club X with you last Saturday night, are they, Bill?” Jason asked with excitement in his voice. “I heard they were both succulent looking and unusually willing participants in the death games.”

“Yes, they are four of the six rather special girls that attended that Club X party as my guests,” Bill admitted softly, wondering how Charles and Jamie were going to take his surprising revelation. “I left the other two there as long pigs…along with my late wife’s breasts…just in case you were going to give me guff about leaving after the lottery with those four in tow. Don’t worry, Club X will get another shot at their succulent looking meat. Wanda has already agreed to be my guest again.”

“Interesting,” Jason replied with a loud chuckle, so deep in thought that he missed the exchange of glances between the married couple at the table, “I do think I’d like to meet those girls. Are they going to be in town for a few days?”

“I believe the men and the two new girls are going home tonight, Jason, along with any debreasted girls,” Bill replied softly. “If Wanda and her other friends don’t make donations to my kitchen tonight, I think they will be around town another two weeks, along with the smaller auburn-haired girl’s sister. They said something about visiting Final Fantasy for dinner late Wednesday night the week after next. Why do you ask, Jason?”

Without saying a word to her friends, Wanda Maximoff stood and headed towards the Game room door, leaving her top on the table next to her drink. She had just learned something that she should have suspected all along. While she had been eavesdropping on Bill Jennings’ conversations, he had been eavesdropping on her and her friends’ table talk. He knew of their plans to get themselves kidnapped by hunters. Furthermore, he had just outed Jason Carlson as a foxhunt enthusiast…probably an illegal foxhunt enthusiast! Wanda grinned from ear-to-ear!

“Wanda!” Janet Van Dyne called after her retreating friend with concern in both her voice and eyes. “Are you sure about this?”

“Of course she is, Janet,” Sue Richards pointed out softly, “or she wouldn’t be in such a hurry. She must think she’s got the coaches’ debreast button slapping timed. Enjoy yourself…either way things turn out…Wanda.”

Wanda turned and nodded to her friends with a reassuring smile on her face. Seconds later she stepped through the Game room door.

After dropping her rose colored bikini bottoms next to the Game room door, Wanda made a beeline straight for debreasting booth 3. She calmly took her position in the booth, and after the floor lowered slightly so that the bases of her breasts would be centered vertically in the debreasting portals, pushed her D-cups and the erect brownish-pink nipples tipping them into the kitchen side of The Wall, setting off her bacon trap and the booth restraints that would ensure she would remain where she was for either ten minutes or the duration of her debreasting. Then she set her debreasting options on the computer screen in her booth without hesitation: ‘laser beam’, ‘from the bottom’, ‘allow nipple docking’, ‘dead slow’, ‘window transparency two-way’, ‘de-clit option no’, and, finally, ‘start timer’. Wanda then turned her attention to the kitchen side of her transparent window, and seeing no bacon hunters on the dance floor, smiled at her tablemates.

Dinah Lance laughed gleefully as she stared out at the symmetrical lineup of breasts poking through debreasting portals, and her tablemate’s smiling face between two faces wearing mixtures of sexual arousal, fear, and reluctant anticipation. “Wanda’s not as dumb as I was thinking she was,” the ponytailed blonde observed as she giggled loudly. “Those coaches are so busy with their breast pleasuring, they didn’t even hear Wanda’s booth restraints snap closed.”

“So it would appear, hot stuff,” Oliver Queen agreed as he nodded out to the dance floor, before grumbling, “although, I’m not exactly pleased about that. I’d like to see Witchy’s big melons harvested right along with those two waitresses’ ripe fruit. I still think Wanda, as field-trip leader, should have demonstrated how those debreasting booths worked first, right after we arrived here…including the sending-of-boobs-to-the-kitchen part of the game.”

“I’ll second that pleasant idea,” Hank Pym chortled with a quirky smile on his face. “You girls should be getting yourselves debreasted in boob size order. Of course, that means Diana’s ta tas should have bit the dust first, not Wanda’s.”

“Please don’t hurt my husband, Diana,” Janet quipped with a grin on her face. “All of that breast suspension action you provided for his viewing pleasure seems to have reduced his normally impressive intelligence quotient. Don’t give up on those hopes you have for seeing Wanda’s big balloons soon getting popped either, boys. Sooner or later, those coaches will notice that there is a third set of breast bacon lumps out there being offered up for kitchen use. What’s more, even if the coaches don’t arrange for Wanda’s freely offered donations to go to the kitchen, her puppies are going to be dangling out of those debreasting portals for at least several minutes after the coaches have delivered the waitresses’ poached breast bacon to the kitchen, ending the perceived threat the coaches provide to any female bacon hunters while they are out there on the dance floor.”

“Janet’s made some good points, especially the one about Hank’s dwindling IQ,” Zatanna teased with a smile on her face as she stuck her tongue out at the blonde hero before returning her attention to the debreasting booth portals. “Now we get to find out how good they were. Look, Coach Taft just glanced across to Coach Sacrino, probably to coordinate debreast button slapping. He definitely noticed the new set of moneymakers being offered up for grabs. What’s that he’s saying?”

“Well, well, what do we have here, Paul?” Wanda Maximoff heard Coach Taft’s booming voice ask to her right, and felt her already engorged nipples stiffen with the realization that the danger her breasts were in had just increased dramatically. She smiled sheepishly as first Coach Taft’s and then Coach Sacrino’s face appeared before her booth window.

“It’s one of Bill’s pet cows, Coach,” Paul Sacrino announced as he grinned to his boss and pinched the turgid tip of Wanda’s left breast. “His favorite, even! Janet did say that they were all going to do booth stints, while hoping to return to their table breasted. It seems that even Janet’s debreasting didn’t dissuade this one from trying to get a free pleasure beam treatment.”

“Yeah, I recognize Wanda now, despite the fact that I spent most of the time at the dairy the other day staring at the back of her head as she sucked my boys off and I reamed her ass,” Coach Taft chortled gleefully, as he lifted the blushing auburn-haired girl’s right breast with his left hand and tweaked her right nipple with his right thumb and forefinger. “She is certainly a prodigious cow, Paul. Maybe I should give Darlene a pass and end Wanda’s dairy days for good, now that she’s a sow instead of a cow!”

“They were volunteer cows, Coach,” Paul pointed out as he weighed a hefty left breast in his left hand. “I don’t think Bill has to pay her a pension if you debreast this sow instead of Darlene.” The two men watched Wanda smile and nod, before Coach Sacrino declared, “I think we should get back to our waitresses before they feel missed. If you debreast Wanda, all Bill is out is around eleven liters of milk, from that next dairy day Bill said he already had Wanda scheduled for, and a favorite pet.”

“Damn, I hate it when you get all logical on me, Paul,” Coach Taft quipped with a grin on his face. “If the waitresses get lucky in The Lottery after the partial conversions we are about to give them, Bill will have to pay pensions for a very long time. Bill’s wallet is the best place to hurt him for spoiling our fun with Zatanna and Janet. Still, I’ll not let Wanda here get away with using us to vouchsafe her breasts while she gets a pleasure beam quickie. She gets to earn her climaxes the hard way. Let’s get back to our waitresses before their tits stop glowing with all the pleasure we heaped upon them, while I get a couple of girls over here to make this cow pay for becoming a sow.

“Oh NO!” Sue moaned with disappointment on her face as she frowned. “The coaches are headed back to the waitresses’ breasts, but Coach Taft just pointed to two of the girls at his table and waved for them to come out onto the dance floor. He’s going to have his or Coach Sacrino’s date pop Wanda’s big balloons!”

“Indeed, it would seem to be so, friend Sue,” Diana replied with a grin on her face as she felt her sex moisten in anticipation. “I must admit, I look forward to seeing friend Wanda deal with the pain of breast removal. It quite surprises me that I should feel thusly!”

“Although something is up out there that definitely involves Wanda’s breast balloons, I’m not sure Coach Taft is going to order those girls to slap Wanda’s debreast button,” Janet chipped in with a gleeful grin on her face. “Coach just waved Cheryl over, whispered into her ear, and then went back to slobbering on Darlene’s breast tips while Cheryl rushed to the back of the kitchen counter. OH MY HECK! I LOVE IT! Look, Cheryl is holding two riding crops as she hurries back onto the dance floor. Now she’s waving the Coaches’ dates over to her. Wanda is going to get tit whipped!”

Wanda Maximoff groaned loudly in disappointment as she saw Cheryl on her way towards the debreasting booth portals with two riding crops in hand, and waving for someone to join her. She had not suspected that Final Fantasy’s entertainment options included bondage equipment beyond wrist restraints. It was easy to guess that Coach Taft had arranged for her to be taught a painful lesson before her final pleasure-filled minute in the booth began…or before one of two girls that had just taken positions in front of Cheryl decided to slap her debreast button. Wanda struggled to hear what Cheryl was telling the two, pretty, but smaller breasted, brown-eyed brunettes, who she guessed were likely sisters.

“Listen up, Ladies,” Cheryl instructed politely but firmly, “Coach Taft wants you two to take turns giving the breasts protruding through booth 3’s debreasting portals some memorable pain, until he and Coach Sarcino have finished harvesting both waitresses’ breast bacon. I’m sure he would have instead asked you to debreast the sow, if he didn’t know she was my boss’s chattel and one hell of a productive volunteer milk cow. I guess he doesn’t want Bill Jennings to hold him responsible for costing him his favorite cow as well as two pensions, so he asked me to explain the rules and show you how to safely cause the sow as much discomfort as possible.”

“There is only one rule that is of any consequence girls,” Cheryl declared with a serious look on her face as she stared each of the two B-cupped girls straight in the eye. “If your whipping breaks the skin on either of those big breasts, it will be ruled that Wanda’s debreasting has been started, and one of you will be told to slap the sow’s debreast button and finish the job. That’s the rule…the consequence of its coming into play will be you two having to make a choice. If Mr. Jennings’ favorite cow loses her udders, the two of you will be offered the chance sign on as Final Fantasy’s potential menu-item waitresses for the rest of the night, or, more likely, until you get your fillets purchased. Your alternative to becoming the potential menu-item waitresses would be riding Jessica’s back right away. I know that neither option sounds attractive to either of you, so listen carefully to what I tell you next.”

Cheryl held one of the two whips out in her right hand and explained, “This is a thirty-inch riding crop. The main shaft is made of fiberglass that thickens in its lower third to form a handle. All of the whip is covered with leather, despite which it will cause serious wounds if not used correctly. Pay particular attention to the thin, flexible tress that makes up the final few inches at the tip of the riding crop. This tongue is the striking surface when the riding crop is used correctly. It is what you should be striking the targeted breasts with, never the shaft!”

“Now, here are some instructions on how to properly deploy a riding crop,” Cheryl continued as a smile formed on her face. “A riding crop is relatively short in length, because it’s designed to strike the targeted flesh with a flick of the wrist. You don’t swing the crop to hit the target,” Cheryl swung her right arm like she would a tennis racket and slapped each girl’s left perfect breast with the tongue at the end of her crop, “because the flexible tress just bends and doesn’t hurt much. Instead, you should, with a flick of your wrist, accelerate the crop tip not just to your target, but through it. Do your best to really make your crop whistle through the air, like this!” Cheryl made two quick flicks of her wrist, each accompanied by loud swish that ended in an even louder crack as the tongue struck an erect right nipple, causing the two brunettes to yelp in succession.

“That way the riding crop strikes hurt like hell, as both of you can now attest,” Cheryl explained softly as she tried to wipe the smile from her own face as the two girls grimaced, teary eyed. “As we are dealing with breasts, and only breasts, today, I’ve also shown you your targets. Flick the riding crop tongues at nipples, and only nipples, for two good reasons. Firstly, that’s where most of the nerves in a girl’s breasts terminate, making them the most sensitive areas of her breasts when it comes to both pain and pleasure. Secondly, the skin around the nipples seems to be fairly resilient, making it hard to break, and is colored, helping hide any unfortunate breaks or bruises should they do occur.”

“Target the sow’s nipples, and only her nipples,” Cheryl warned, once again with a serious look on her face, “but very your strikes and send the tongue whistling into them from every side and angle possible. Concentrate on the shafts of the nipples, but don’t spare the tips. Don’t worry, you won’t be accurate enough with your blows to spare her areolae, and, potentially disastrous for you, you’ll probably miss color more than a few times. I suggest you take turns making your whistling strikes from positions in front of the empty debreasting portals, and only target the breast tip nearest you. Good luck, ladies, and do try to make my boss’s favorite cow scream!”

Cheryl flashed a sheepish grin towards a wide-eyed and frowning Wanda before turning back to the brunettes and handing them each a riding crop, “You’re to give those tools back to me the instant the second coach leaves the debreasting portals with poached breast bacon. Assuming you don’t screw up, and have to finish the debreasting yourselves, Coach Taft wants the sow’s balloons hanging out of those portals as bait for any would be bacon hunters for as long as possible. If someone ruins Mr. Jennings’ favorite cow’s udders after you all have returned to the coaches’ table, Coach can’t be blamed!”

“All right, I admit it, I’m jealous!” Janet Van Dyne chortled with a wicked grin on her face. “Getting my puppies properly whipped by Kevin McStiff was actually the most fun I had during our visit to Club X. That boy was good with a riding crop. He had me yelping from his very first strike to a breast tip.”

“He also made a mess of your breasts, Janet,” Zatanna observed with a grin on her face. “Your boobs were covered with nasty welts and small breaks in your breast skin just about everywhere I looked…before I did my healing thing in the car on the way to Final Fantasy. If I heard what Cheryl told those brunettes correctly, they will be told to hit Wanda’s debreast button before her breasts take anywhere near as much damage as yours did that night!”

“Most of the more serious damage to my breasts came from the cat-o-nine-tails I asked Andy to use on my puppies, once Tora became the focus of Kevin’s attentions,” Janet pointed out softly. “My yelps became screams of pain and moans of agony once the shorter but heavier whip was used. Still, there’s hope boys! Even though those brunettes aren’t as strong as either Kevin or Andy, there are two of them. With any luck, they’ll get our field-trip leader past the yelping stage, and then be forced to pop her big balloons due to accidental skin damage. Of course, that will then mean that those brunettes are your dinner dates…unless you try to wait it out in hopes that someone else pays the steep prices needed to see them ride Jessica’s!”

Wanda’s frown deepened and nervous anxiety filled her gold-flecked blue eyes as the two brown-eyed brunettes stepped before her booth window. The Scarlet Witch waited with grim foreboding, and blushed as she watched her own nipples grow even more turgid, as the two girls smiled at her in eager anticipation of the fun to come.

Each girl lifted a massive breast before them and gently tweaked the rock-hard nipple tipping it, before the girl on Wanda’s left giggled loudly, “Hi, Wanda, I’m Patricia Kline, and that’s my younger sister Pamela playing with your right tittie. In a minute, we’re going to step back and start whipping these nice thick nipples of yours with our riding crops…one stroke every ten seconds as we two take turns. Once each of us has gotten in three strokes, we will simultaneously give you ten seconds of nipple suckling. Then, when we go back to using the riding crops…you’ll get four strokes from each of us before the nipple suckling. Each round we will add a stroke. We hope to hear you scream for the coaches’ pleasure! Let’s do this, Pam. You can get her started.”

“You got it, Patsy,” Pam replied as she stepped sideways to stand before booth 2. “You just be careful with your likely less accurate back strokes. While I’ll enjoy it if we do get her to scream and beg for mercy, I would just as soon that screaming not come while she’s being debreasted by one of us. I’ll make a lousy waitress.” Pam grinned and flicked her wrist.

Swish! Crack! “MMmp!” the Scarlet Witch fought to stifle her gasp of pain when her right nipple protested its abuse as the crop tongue caught its upper surface.

“I’ll be careful, sis,” Patsy replied from in front of booth 4 as she held her riding crop out in her right hand and targeted the sow’s erect left nipple. “I’m looking forward to tons of fun tomorrow night with our famous sports heroes, here!” The older of the B-cupped brunettes focused on making the tip of her riding crop whistle through the air.

SWISH! WHAAAP! “AHHh Ah!” Wanda Maximoff yelped as her left nipple burned with sharp pain as it was struck from below.

“Me too, Patsy!” Pam agreed with a sheepish smile on her face. “Especially the orgy’s, even though we will probably end up pregnant and out of commission for a while before we send fresh meat to an Orphanage.” Pam flicked her wrist as quickly as she could.

SSWISHH! CRRACKK! “AH OOHhh!” the auburn-haired Avenger gasped as the tip of her right nipple took the inward blow causing her big D-cup to bounce.

“Oh, I don’t know, Pammy girl,” Patsy replied with a chuckle. “If we show how terrific we are at sex, and then bravely participate in the games and lottery, we just might earn husbands to proudly raise any girl childes conceived tomorrow night. That’s my goal…to earn papers to protect these perfect B-cups of mine from ever getting sent to any kitchen!” Patsy tensed her wrist and then pounced.

SSWIIISH! WWWAPpp! “ARRGGH! OW!” the Scarlet Witch moaned with unanticipated loudness as the blow struck her left areola, missing her burning nipple altogether.

“Careful there, Patsy!” Pam warned with concern in her voice. “Focus on the nipple before you snap your wrist. We don’t want our fillets speared do we?” Pam carefully flicked her wrist.

Swish! Crack! “GGgghh!” Wanda gasped as the lower surface of her right nipple took the upward blow. After taking only three blows, her nipple was on fire.

“That’s no reason to go easy on her,” Patricia grumbled softly as she watched her younger sister play it safe. She cocked her wrist and then whistled her crop toward the top of the auburn-haired girl’s turgid left nipple. She grinned as the over-extended whip’s shaft caught the tip of the nub, eliciting the loudest yelp so far from the big-breasted sow, along with tears from her eyes. “I’d rather feel the coals below me after my final cold-steel fuck than the disappointment of a partial conversion that would end all chances for papers. Let’s give her ten seconds to really appreciate those tenderized nipples, before we do the suckling.”

“I like these Kline sisters, Paul,” Coach Taft announced with a hearty chuckle. “Good find! Your date is a little enthusiastic though, and I wouldn’t put it past Bill to do exactly what Cheryl said he would if he blames us for his pet’s debreasting. Shall we lessen the chance of that happening by sealing these waitresses’ fates, foreshortening Wanda’s tit whipping? What did your sow pick for her debreasting options?”

“Yeah, Coach, let’s do that,” Assistant Coach Sacrino declared as he smiled into Charlie’s dread-filled hazel eyes. “I want to see if Patsy is as good at sex as she claims to be…and do my duty as a male by sending more girl meat to the Orphanages. It’s too bad the sultry brunette inside my booth isn’t as eager as Patsy. She hasn’t done anything particularly surprising when it comes to debreasting options. She’s giving her C-cups to the scissors, simultaneously, set on medium-slow speed. She’s keeping her clit candy, and not allowing her nipples to be taken off pre-main event. What kind of fun do you get to put the blonde’s perfect D-cups through?”

“I was hoping for snippers, as they’re my favorite murder weapon for really big melons like Darlene is, soon to be was, packing,” Coach Taft grumbled as he grinned threateningly into the sultry blonde’s fear-filled blue eyes as she shivered in trepidation. “Razor-wire loops would have been fun too! She went all sensible on me and picked laser beam slicer from the top on medium speed to get her big melons killed with, and didn’t allow for sub-options either. You want to go first, Paul?”

“No, Coach,” Paul Sacrino replied with a chuckle as Charlie’s eyes widened in fearful anticipation. “Actually, in the interest of making losing our dates for tomorrow night less likely, and given that Darlene’s D-cups on a medium-speed setting shouldn’t last much longer than Charlie’s C-cups on medium-slow, I say we let these waitresses finish their shifts together.”

Coach Taft roared with laughter as the color rushed out of already-fair-skinned Darlene’s face, before declaring, “I like it, Paul! With any luck, the girls will have Wanda screaming right along with these two sows that were formerly waitresses. On three! One! Two! Three!”

“Slapped!” Janet Van Dyne roared gleefully with a wicked grin on her face. “And simultaneously too! This is going to be a real blast! With any luck, Wanda’s balloons will soon get the air let out of them as well. I’m pretty sure her left nipple got shafted by the brunette on the right that last strike. Those kinds of blows always do damage!”

“Sue, Zatanna, and I aren’t going to complain if that happens, Janet!” Dinah chirped with a grin on her face as she watched the coaches go back to work pampering the waitresses’ breasts, “because we’ll know the Avengers aren’t going to be enjoying super-bimbo strip teases. Hank, you were wrong about debreasting order being done according to breast size. We’re doing it as teams, in alphabetical order. FF comes before JLA, Sue! Does that work for you, Zatanna?”

“It does indeed, Dinah,” Zatanna replied while chuckling with a mischievous grin on her face, “especially if we continue to do it alphabetically within the teams based on given name. Those brunettes had Wanda moaning in pleasure instead of pain there for a minute while they double suckled her, but it looks like they are getting ready to resume her tit whipping. At least we get some more entertainment while we are waiting for the waitresses’ debreasting mechanisms to deploy.”

“You girls are heartless,” Sue spat loudly with obvious disgust. “Dinah, I can almost understand, what with her kitchen-side tendancies, Zatanna. You, however, are just plain despicable. You too, Janet! Wanda is your best friend. Why would you want to see her get her boobies whipped…especially when you’ve been reminded so recently as to how much it hurts!”

“OWWWE!” the Scarlet Witch cried out loudly as the whistling swish ended in a loud crack. She’d expected the brunettes standing on either side of the outside of her booth to go at her breast tips in the same order they had in the first round. Instead, it had been her left nipple that was inflamed in agony from the first upward strike during this second round of whipping with dual riding crops.

Obviously, the brunettes had decided to mix things up, and keep her guessing so that she couldn’t brace herself against the pain of each whip strike. Wanda listened intently for the sound of the next whip stroke over the noise of equipment being deployed inside the outer booths. The noise coming from booth 5 was especially loud, as the scissors were being deployed. Still, the auburn-haired Avenger heard the sound just before her eyes recognized a blur approaching from the right side of her booth window. “GGGHHG!” Wanda Maximoff gasped as the inward blow across the tip of her right nipple made that breast bounce again as agony radiated through the tender orb.

Pam grinned as she watched Patsy nod, and she realized she was going to get a second strike to the sow’s right breast tip. She stepped out, away from the booths but toward the center of the booth row, and even as she swiveled to face the teary eyed sow behind booth 3’s transparent window, flicked her wrist sideways as quickly as she could.

SSWISHH! CRRACKK! “OHHHhhh AAHH SHIT!” the Scarlet Witch squealed as the tip of the tress caught the inside of her right areola and then the inside of her right nipple was driven outward as whip-strike follow through brought the crop tongue across it. It was then that Wanda first concluded that she really should have listened to Janet and Zatanna’s advice regarding this particular debreasting booth stint.

Patsy stepped beside Pam, just as most of the mechanical sounds in the booths died down. She grinned as the waitresses began moaning in orgasmatron-beam induced pleasure while they waited for the pain of their debreastings to begin, and cocked her right wrist. A few seconds later, the older brunette snapped her wrist hard sideways.

SSWIIISH! WWWAPPP! “EEEEeeOW OW OW!” Wanda Maximoff shrieked as agony emanated from the perfect inward strike to the outside of her left nipple, causing her eyes to tear again. Then she blushed at feeling sorry for herself as she heard Charlie scream, “NO! I can feel the scissor blades under the drapes of my breasts! This stinks! Any second…the blades are going to start rotating closed! My pretty boobies…are going to be…kitchen scraps!”

SSWISHH! CRRACKK! “AAHH OH GOD! This is starting to feel…good! AGAIN!” Wanda screamed as she took Pam’s backhanded inward blow to the inside of her right nipple and areola, and through tear-filled eyes glowered at the brunette as her sister grinned at her while they both counted in whispers.

“SIX!” Pam announced as she sent her crop tongue whistling downward. SSWIIISH! WWWAPPP! “ICE HOT! I got you good, sow!” the brunette screamed over the auburn-haired girl’s shriek of agony as she delivered her final blow for the round to the top of sows left nipple. “Didn’t see the change of targets coming did you?” She laughed as she watched Wanda shake her head from side to side. “You got two more, Patsy. Make her bawl! Just be careful not to break her skin.”

Patsy nodded as she stared into the lovely auburn-haired girl’s eyes, and then stepped back in front of booth 4. As she carefully and gently positioned her crop horizontally under the nipples of both D-cups, Darlene announced, “OHhhh CRAP! I can see the glow above my breast bases. Here my melons come, worldwide food chain. At least the orgasmatron beams feel good. At least I’m going to get some climaxes! At least I’ll get a pension!”

The Scarlet Witch braced herself as the horizontally held crop dropped out of sight. SSWISHH! CRRACKK! “OWIE OW OW!” the 21^st Century heroine yelped and then moaned as agony added to the fire emanating from both breast tips as the undersides of both nipples took an upward shaft blow. She started her own mental countdown for the last strike of this whipping session, but then was rudely interrupted as Charlie announced, “OHHHhhhh! SHIT! The scissor blades just started pressing into the lower sides of my breast bases. I guess we better learn to enjoy the hologram programs, Darlene. I’m going to miss Final Fantasy…as much as my breasts…I think.”

SSWIIISH! WWWAPPP! “IIIiiiieeEEEEEeeee! You stupid BITCH!” Wanda Maximoff roared with seething rage as the riding crop whistled downward and the shaft caught both breast tips just inside of color, and as it continued its downward path below the bouncing breasts she could see the welt beginning the form on both breasts…there was the unmistakable red wetness that screamed of broken skin on her left breast’s welt just base-ward of her areola.

As both brunettes stepped before her booth window, and stared downward with horror on their faces, she knew the red was from blood. The brunettes turned as one and stared towards Cheryl, who looked furious as she started to move forward. Wanda shook her head at Cheryl in desperation as she hissed, “The skin isn’t broken. If you girls give those breast tips pleasure for a good long time, well I’m a fast healer. Maybe Cheryl will give us all a pass, and I’ll keep these breasts while you two avoid selling your fillets to the two men at my table!”

The horror on the faces of the two sisters became abject terror. Without retort, they bent their heads towards their respective nipples and began suckling. Wanda meanwhile moved her hands within her booth to push them, palms outward, to the sides of her chest, as close to her breasts as she could manage to wedge them. Her only hope for not letting the brunettes add insult to injury by docking the very nipples they had been punishing before her breasts met the same fate as Darlene’s, lay in arcane magic. She was no Zatanna, but she had been getting better at magic spells with the help of a War Wizard named Vladi!

“YES!” Janet hollered gleefully right after hearing Darlene scream, “AH OH! The laser just touched my upper breast where it becomes chest. It’s burning…into…my breast base…OW!” “Another set is biting the dust!” the winsome Wasp proclaimed as she bounced on her chair.”

“Two sets are being rendered asunder, friend Janet,” Princess Diana of Themyscira corrected as her wetness grew. She stared longingly at the Balance Beam Joust game area, before returning her attention to the debreasting portals, “One can see silver within the booth 5’s lower portal quadrants.”

“A freaking DISASTER,” Hank Pym grumbled softly as he shook his head towards Oliver Queen. “Did you see those brunettes’ reaction?”

“Yeah, Hank,” Oliver Queen replied dryly, “I did. They think they drew blood, or broke skin at the very least, and will have to finish off Wanda’s breasts. Enjoy the latter part of that statement before worrying about dinner, Hank. If the brunettes are still on the menu when we get hungry, we can make it look like we’re punishing them for what they did to our field-trip leader, and go home heroes. They are pretty enough, small breasts or not.”

Sue Richards shook her head as she listened to the strange table talk around her. Being in the 41^st Century had changed the way she and her fellow heroines viewed the world around them. It was changing the heroes too…maybe even more so. It frightened her. Then her train of thought was lost as Charlie’s scream carried from booth 5, “The lower sides of my breasts are itching…I think my skins starting to part as the scissor blades close!” and she watched the tall, muscular, light-brown-haired man rise from the next door table to lead his pretty date clad in tight yellow shorts out onto the dance floor. Whatever happened with the breast whipping, Sue thought Wanda’s chances of returning to their table breasted were pretty small.

Wanda Maximoff watched Jason Carlson walk onto the dance floor with Aneece in tow. The couple stopped behind Cheryl, and Jason pulled the black girl in front of him. He pointed to booth 5’s transparent window, just as the long-haired, hazel-eyed beauty within paused in her moans of pleasure to announce with concern in her voice, “My boobies…they HURT! I can feel wetness on my ribs! I’m being cut!” Then the foxy sow threw back her head and sighed in climax.

The Scarlet Witch, while casting healing spells and enjoying both of her nipples being suckled, concentrated on reading lips. She saw the tall muscular man point at booth 5’s debreasting portals, and the nipples tipping the young black girl’s perfect C-cups stiffen. She watched the hazel-eyed male whisper, “Do you see the red on the shiny silver. The silver is the scissor blades closing into that lovely brunette’s perfect C-cups, so nearly the same size and shape as your own breasts, Aneece. The red is blood. The sow knows her breasts have begun to be sheared off her chest, but listen to her moan in pleasure as the orgasmatron emitter in her booth gives her the gift of climax while she undergoes partial conversion.”

Wanda watched as Carlson pointed to booth 1’s transparent window, and the blue-eyed blonde issuing a strange mixture of moans of pleasure, groans of despair, and gasps of pain. He laughed into the dark-skinned girl’s ear as the luscious blonde suddenly issued the staccato sigh of climax, and he pointed down to booth 1’s debreasting portals as he whispered, “No blood there, Aneece, as the laser beam is cauterizing her wounds. The blonde’s big D-cups are going to be just as dead as the brunette’s C-cups, though, as they get carried to the kitchen a few minutes from now. Don’t you want to feel the pleasure beams bathing your vulva, Aneece. Won’t you risk your breasts for a chance to experience ecstasy?” Jason laughed as Aneece shook her head with horror on her face and fascination in her eyes.

“Cheryl, isn’t it?” Jason asked louder to get the nightclub manager’s attention. He watched as the stunning long-haired green-eyed blonde with perfect pinkish-tipped D-cups and wearing black Final Fantasy shorts turned and nodded. He grinned, before suggesting, “Maybe you should go inspect the auburn-haired sow’s breasts and make a ruling, Miss. If they have been marred, have those brunettes finish them off for my female colleague’s viewing pleasure. If they are still in pristine condition after the first two rounds with the riding crops, kindly suggest that those sisters get back to their tit whipping duties. Tell them that your customers want to hear that big-breasted sow scream and bawl before begging for mercy, so they should forgo any further pauses in their whipping. Suggest, however, that they make sure only the tongues of their crops touch those perfect D-cups, and preferably only nipples and areolas. If they don’t have to debreast the sow now, tell the brunettes you will check to see how this last round of whipping worked out for the three females involved, once the coaches are done harvesting the waitresses’ breast bacon. Then tell the sisters that Aneece and I are hungry…a few careless strokes may lead to their fillets filling our plates!”

Wanda Maximoff frowned as she watched Cheryl grin and nod to the handsome male, as she replied, “Yes, Sir! I was just about to check the sow’s breasts anyway. Will there be anything else, Sir?”

“Yes, Cheryl, there is one more thing,” Jason Carlson proclaimed with a mean grin on his face as he stared into booth 3’s window. “Tell, Wanda that I hope she is both brave and has resilient breast tips. If she manages to avoid being debreasted by those brunettes, Aneece, here, is going to play with her sore breasts while Wanda and I talk. If she takes her whipping well enough, I may deprive Aneece of the pleasure of finishing off those big breasts of hers. What do you think, Aneece? Would you like to pop those big balloons hanging out of booth 3’s debreasting portals, before you fill a booth and offer your own lovely C-cups up for sandwich meat?” Jason chuckled as terror filled his date’s brown eyes and she trembled in trepidation.

“All RIGHT!” Dinah spat gleefully as she heard the handsome light-brown-haired man’s instructions. “It looks like the A-team is about to be breastless, Hank! Cheryl’s about to check Wanda’s breasts for damage, and I know I saw red on her left breast tip before those brunettes blocked our views with their suckling! Do you think she went ahead with her plans to allow nipple docking?”

“Good grief, Dinah, just one night around Janet and you’ve been turned into a debreasting fanatic!” Zatanna chided with a chuckle. “However, if I were you, I’d concentrate on watching the two waitresses when it comes to your balloon popping viewing pleasures, while noting that the murder of THEIR boobs has been proceeding at a steady pace. If I know Wanda, she asked for the extended breast pleasuring session so that she could put her non-genetically enhanced skills to good use. Cheryl’s going to find that Wanda’s breasts aren’t even sore!”

“I hate it when Zatanna, the know-it-all, is right,” Janet Van Dyne grumbled while giggling softly, “and I’m really hating things right now. Situations like this are exactly why Wanda’s been hanging around that Wizard’s Lair. She’s been bartering with him for training in the use of arcane spells. By the way, Sue, Wanda really screwed you and me. We’re scheduled to be the captured heroines, along with Wanda, in the Wizard’s upcoming bondage horse special!”

“COOL!” Oliver Queen teased as Sue blushed badly. “I loved his breast bondage special, starring Diana here, along with Clark Kent’s sister, Kara, and Wanda. You girls are going to have sore pussies when that dude is done with you. Any chance of getting Dinah in the webcast?” Green Arrow laughed loudly as anger filled Diana’s face and Dinah grinned from ear-to-ear.

“Your breasts are in better shape than I would have ever expected, Wanda,” Cheryl announced softly with sadness in her voice as she cupped and lifted the breasts protruding from booth 3, one in each hand, “but I’m afraid I must rule that your debreasting has begun. There is blood on your left breast tip! Clearly your skin has been broken. You, Patricia, will press this sow’s debreast button and, soon, carry her breast bacon to the kitchen. Then you and your sister will report to work, or choose Jessica’s to ride.”

Cheryl was surprised to see alarm on Wanda’s face, given her evident fondness for being debreasted, and the medical equipment that allowed her and her friends to repeatedly make their partial donations to the Final Fantasy kitchen. She wasn’t surprised to see terror fill the two sisters’ faces as they received their death sentences, and pointed out with obvious disgust, “I told you not to strike her breasts with the crop shaft, Patricia. You’ve brought this on your sister as well as yourself. At least you and your sister will have the pleasure of clipping off the nipples, which should have been the only targets of your crops’ tongues, before the laser beam begins this sow’s slow debreasting.”

“Wait, Cheryl,” Wanda urged with unusual desperation in her gold-flecked blue eyes, “I’m pretty sure you are mistaken. The blood you see isn’t mine. Patsy’s mouth must be bleeding. Please wipe away the fluid and check for any cuts it could have come from.”

“Do as the sow asks, Cheryl!” Paul Sacrino commanded from his position in front of booth 5. He passed his handkerchief to Patsy, who then handed it to Cheryl. The assistant coach then warned, “If the sow is right and the blood isn’t hers, you sisters better be more careful with your crop strikes, Patsy. Try not to make that full conversion to meat, at least until after tomorrow night’s orgy at Club X. Now, let me get back to Charlie here. Her lovely breasts are unzipping rather nicely as the scissor blades cut upward and inward into them. You’re approaching the halfway point in your retirement party, sow.” Paul chuckled loudly as the moaning and sobbing waitress suddenly began sighing again as the orgasmatron beams and his announcement forced a climax from her loins.

“I don’t believe it!” Cheryl declared with amazement flashing from her green eyes as she wiped the fluid from the left breast tip before her with the small square of cloth. “Wanda’s skin isn’t broken. There isn’t even a welt on the breast where the fluid was, as I was sure I saw form when she took the shaft strike. I reverse my ruling! This sow’s breast bacon is still up for grabs. I have been instructed to tell you sisters to resume whipping, non-stop, this sow’s nipples, and to urge the sow to take her punishment with as much decorum as possible, as you seek to make her beg for an end to her pain, Patricia and Pamela.” Cheryl turned away from a triumphant looking Wanda and the obviously relieved sisters and asked, “Sir, you may check my ruling for yourself if you wish?”

“No you may not, Carlson,” Coach Taft gruffly interjected without taking his eyes off the laser slicing through the big D-cups protruding through booth 1’s debreasting portals. “You and your squeeze, there, are to stay out of me and Coach Sacrino’s way while we finish letting the air out of the breast balloons before us.” The coach used his right hand to push downward and outward on the top of Darlene’s right breast as he tugged on her right nipple with his left hand. He roared with laughter as the sow before him screamed in disgust and agony as he examined her cauterized wound, and announced, “This blonde sow’s big tits are halfway meat as well.” The coach laughed again as the girl in the booth before him plunged into gasping orgasm.

“You and your date can finish off Wanda’s big melons in about ninety seconds, when Paul and I are done here and on our way to the kitchen, Jason,” Coach Taft pointed out with a loud chuckle. “In the meantime, you Kline sisters should do as the male behind you instructed, and do your best to tenderize the breasts hanging out of booth 3’s portals for him. Don’t spare your wrists. There’s no need to wait between crop strikes. Do make that sow regret never being able to play cow again. I want her bawling and begging to be debreasted. When Paul and I are done harvesting these waitresses’ bacon, give Cheryl her riding crops and return to my table immediately. There won’t be any further need for you to inspect that sow’s breasts for damage, Cheryl. Jason is a big boy. He can have his date debreast Wanda…or not...regardless of the amount of damage the tit whipping has caused.”

“Oh my heck!” Sue Richards groaned softly as she watched the two sisters on the dance floor begin avidly attacking Wanda’s breasts with their riding crops. “Those girls are furiously raining blows down on Wanda’s nipples, now that Coach Taft has told them they won’t be held responsible for any damage they do to her boobies. Poor Wanda! If I wasn’t so incensed at her for arranging for us to be publically demeaned by her villain friend, Janet, I would be feeling terribly sorry for her. There is no way she’s going to be able to concentrate enough to cast healing spells while being so thoroughly tittie whipped!”

“Vladi isn’t exactly a villain, Sue,” Janet quipped while flashing a wry smile at her blonde friend, “or at least he says he isn’t. He claims to be a chaotic neutral adventurer, although, quite obviously, putting girls of our ilk into bondage or worse is the adventure he seeks most of the time. Still, he does have a catch and release policy, so we will no doubt be sent home to our husbands at the end of the day. Our vulvas, especially our labia, may be sore, but we will likely still posses sexual centers, assuming the best for myself at the end of this girls’ night out.”

“While that bearded pervert might not excise your tender love buttons, friend Janet,” Diana announced with a hearty chuckle, “I doubt you’ll be sent home in the same condition in which you arrived at his Lair. Kara and I had our nipples well clamped with assorted clips, some attached to rather nasty weights, before they were pierced, hers with thick needles and mine with metal hooks.”

“Were I you girls,” Princes Diana of Themyscira continued with a frown on her face and anger in her eyes, “I would be prepared to have my clitoris pierced and ringed. OH! I would also have my scientist husbands prepared to rid me of inseminoid spores on the verge of germinating in my uterus when I suddenly found myself home!” Wonder Woman laughed loudly as remembered her recent visit to The Wizard’s Lair, and watched concern flood across both Janet and Sue’s faces.

“Fucking FANTASTIC!” Hank Pym chortled with a grin on his face. “I’m with Ollie! I can’t wait to watch the webcast. It’s about time that you and Sue got some publicity in the adult superheroine media, Janet. I mean, I enjoy watching Wonder Woman and Supergirl getting put through their paces…no offense Diana…but you girls are pretty damn foxy too. You deserve bigger fan bases. I’ll bet Reed feels the same, Sue. Heck, the FF guys are welcome to come over and watch the webcast with my team’s guys! It’s going to be great! I bet he does pierce your clitorises…as he did Su…Kara’s!” Hank blushed as he realized he’d been a bit careless with names.

“MEN!” Zatanna spat with disgust on her face. “You are all oversexed dogs! Is there nothing you wouldn’t gladly see done to the women who you supposedly love? You should be in heaven now. Sue’s right! There is no way Wanda will be able to heal the damage her breasts are taking from those riding crops, despite the fact that the older sister now seems to be more precise with her strikes, and take away the excuse that will be used to begin her debreasting. Not that I think an excuse was ever needed. That guy took his girl out onto the dance floor for a reason, and that reason has to be to have her pop Wanda’s balloons before he does the same to her!”

“All right!” Dinah chortled gleefully. “That means we are about to get to watch another tablemate being debreasted…and soon too! The hooters on those waitresses’ chests are pretty darn loose! Actually, from the way Wanda is yelping, gasping, and moaning, she might be as happy as I am about the prospect of getting her tits ruined…nipples first, from what Cheryl said…as at least it will mark the end of her tit whipping!”

The Scarlet Witch blushed deep crimson as she struggled to keep the yelps and gasps accompanying each blow to her nipples from devolving into embarrassing whimpers. Each brief respite she got between suddenly renewed assaults on her breast tips left her moaning softly as her breasts burned with agony. Tears streamed down her face as she grimaced while she took the furious beating on her tender orbs, but she refused to speak to either sister as they sought to break her spirit. In truth, it was taking every ounce of concentration she could muster to manage even occasional healing spells, and she was worried that the first complaint issued from her lips might lead to more words, and ultimately to her pleading for mercy. Somehow, Wanda Maximoff knew that such pleading was exactly what Jason Carlson wanted to hear…from a girl worthy of debreasting. The big-breasted Avenger hoped to get a better offer from Carlson!

“OH, fucking hell, my breasts hurt so badly,” Wanda heard Darlene shriek loudly to her right. “Please, Coach Taft, let me out of this booth. I don’t want my big, beautiful boobies taken from me. PLEASE! Let me go to the Insta-care facility. They can still save my boobies!”

“Hush up, Darlene!” the auburn-haired Avenger heard a bawling Charlie urge as the furious assault on her the heroine’s breast tips continued. “Don’t give that man the pleasure of hearing you beg. It’s exactly what he wants. It’s exactly what all of these men want from all three of us. Be tough, Darlene. We both knew this day was coming, or worse, when we signed on as Final Fantasy waitresses. Most waitresses don’t keep their breasts, at least unroasted, for more than a few days. This is your third week, and my second. We had a good run! OH! OH GOD! It does hurt so! How much longer, Coach Sacrino?”

“EWWW GROSS!” Oliver Queen observed with a chuckle as he watched Assistant Coach Sacrino lift Charlie’s breasts up by her nipples and expose the deep shear wound under the drapes of her C-cups while Coach Taft pushed Darlene’s breasts nipples downward to expose the interior of nearly detached D-cups and ugly chest wounds.

“Yeah, that’s a sight a guy doesn’t see every day!” Hank Pym agreed softly as he shook his head and grinned stupidly. “At least the girl I was going to pretend was Sue later tonight isn’t bleeding.” The table laughed as Sue blushed yet again.

“You’ll be done soon, sow,” Wanda heard Coach Sacrino softly and calmly reply to her left, and she realized she was nearly done being tit whipped. “The scissor blades are buried in breast meat. Only the upper, central section of your melons remain unsliced, so enjoy what little pain you have left as you donate your bacon to Final Fantasy’s kitchen. These C-cups that are about to become mine, instead of yours, will soon be making me and my tablemates a nice snack!” The brunettes realized it too, and, as Charlie’s moans of pain and despair gave way to the staccato sighs of climax, began hurriedly and relentlessly striking the tips of the Scarlet Witch’s breasts with whistling crop tongues in a last ditch effort to make her plead for a debreasting.

“Yep!” Wanda heard Coach Taft chortle gleefully as he looked up from open wounds into the gasping blonde’s weeping face. “Not much air left in these balloons either, sow. Even if I could let you out of there without getting myself docked, there isn’t a surgeon on the planet that could stick these knockers back on your chest…alive at least. You know the rules, Darlene. I slapped your debreast button, so I have to see your breast bacon fully harvested and deliver the dead lumps of meat to the kitchen. Accept your fate, and the pain that comes with it, as well as, hopefully, those pleasure beam rewards, and earn that pension Paul and I are forcing Bill to start paying you sows!” He roared with laughter as Darlene joined Charlie in resonant orgasm.

“Popped!” Janet Van Dyne hollered loudly as Charlie’s C-cups suddenly became Assistant Coach Paul Sacrino’s sandwich filling. “And POPPED!” the winsome Wasp roared as Darlene’s heavy D-cups suddenly came free to pull down on Coach Taft’s hands. “Just like that, another two sets of breast balloons bite the dust! Damn this place is fun!” Evidently the rest of Final Fantasy’s patrons thought so too, for the nightclub was filled with applause and cheers.

“’Twould seem that one need not have breasts to enjoy the sight of another girl being debreasted, friend Janet,” Princess Diana of Themyscira observed with a grin on her face as she chuckled softly. Then, as the two coaches held severed breasts before the tearful faces of the now unrestrained waitresses, whose brief careers had just come to an abrupt end, she observed, “Though ‘twould also appear that few girls celebrate their own debreastings as you did yours.”

“Yes, Diana, you are right,” Sue agreed softly as she frowned out to the debreasting booths. “Both Charlie and Darlene look heartbroken. If only they knew that their debreastings, which just caused Hank to suffer disaster, was instead a boon. Their partial conversions to meat, as they donated their breasts, have saved those waitresses from making full conversions and death. OH NO! Those brunettes are still viciously whipping Wanda’s boobies!”

“That’s right, sweet Sue,” Oliver Queen declared with a chuckle as the breastless waitresses disappeared from the inside of their booths into the Game room, “it would seem that those sisters don’t want to spare Wanda from her own debreasting. Watching Witchy getting her chest flattened is going to be Hank’s consolation prize for suffering through disaster!”

“STOP IT, YOU BITCHES!” Wanda Maximoff roared in rage as she watched the two coaches head towards the kitchen counter with severed breasts in hand while the sisters continued whipping her nipples with their riding crops. “Your men have finished harvesting the menu-item waitresses’ breast bacon. I have taken the whipping the coaches told you to give me. Cheryl awaits the return of her riding crops.”

“The sow is right, you two!” Jason Carlson declared in a threatening tone. “Unless one of you plans on slapping booth 3’s debreast button, do make way for someone who will. Do one or the other soon, or plan on riding Jessica’s!”

The Scarlet Witch watched wide-eyed as the brunettes stepped away from her booth and returned the riding crops to Cheryl, while the tall and handsome light-brown-haired man whispered in the black girl’s ear. Wanda watched a smile form on the pretty girl’s face, the smile become a grin, and the sisters rush away. Then, as she saw Bill Jennings head for the Game room door, she watched Carlson follow Cheryl in the direction of the kitchen counter, while his date licked her lips as she stared at her ravaged breasts. Wanda Maximoff shrugged her shoulders. She was about to be debreasted yet again! She might as well enjoy her fate with her girls in relatively good condition. The mutant/witch began casting healing spells as the dark-skinned girl moved towards her debreasting portals.

“Get ready boys,” Dinah chirped with a impish grin on her pretty face, “as you are about to get a second round of tablemates-pony-up-body-parts entertainment fun! I told you we would make up for the fun you let us have with you at the start of the night, Ollie. I bet you’ll enjoy watching Wanda getting her big sore tits ruined even more than you enjoyed watching Janet get her moneymakers made history!”

“Maybe so, baby doll,” Oliver replied with a broadening grin, “but I’m not really going to be fully satisfied until I’ve watched you part with your tender teats. Still, Witchy sending her big melons to the kitchen WILL put a smile on my face…and a bigger one on Hanks!”

“You bet it will, Ollie,” Hank agreed with obvious excitement. “Look, that dark-skinned hottie is lifting Wanda’s ta tas now. If her breast tips are as sore as they look, Wanda isn’t letting it show. She doesn’t look scared either. If anything, I would say Wanda is eagerly awaiting her debreasting!”

“Hi in there,” Aneece whispered softly as she weighed the two perfect D-cups before her in the palms of her hands. “My name is Aneece, Wanda. Me and the man that brought me here are sitting at the table next to yours. The guy, Jason, will rejoin us shortly, but he asked me to check the condition of your boobs, and decide if fairness demanded that I finish your debreasting. These puppies look pretty beat up. By what method am I going to be taking them off of your chest?”

“Have you been in a debreasting booth club before, Aneece?” Wanda asked softly in her friendliest tone. When the brown-eyed girl shook her head, the big-breasted Avenger suggested, “Look at the computer screen on the right side of my booth window, Aneece. Can you read what it says, including the amount of time left on my timer?”

“There is a timer counting down, just over four minutes left, in the upper right corner of the screen, Miss Wanda,” Aneece acknowledged as she read the screen, “and a vertical list in the screen center…laser beam slicer…from the bottom…allow nipple docking…dead slow…and de-clit option no. That means, your breasts are going to get lasered off, like the blonde waitress’s were, right?”

“Yes, Aneece,” Wanda agreed softly with a friendly smile on her face, “it means my breasts are going to be lasered off after you slap that red debreast button below the computer screen, but the cutting will be upward through the drapes of my breasts, and you will have to clip my sore nipples off my breast tips first. It also means you have plenty of time to pleasure my breast tips before you need to decide if you will slap that debreast button, and, as you’ve already seen, the suckling will do wonders to make my breasts look less sore. If you get started pleasuring my at-risk breasts now, before Jason comes back, maybe you won’t HAVE to debreast me because of the whipping. Then you could decide if you WANT to debreast me, and take my big breasts for the fun of it…if you want…rather than out of a sense of duty. Wouldn’t you prefer to have a choice in the matter Aneece? You don’t mind pleasuring my breasts and giving me a reason to regret being in this debreasting booth, do you?”

“No, I don’t mind pleasuring your breasts, Wanda,” Aneece admitted with a grin on her face. “I’m good at nipple suckling! With any luck, maybe I’ll get milk! Don’t get your hopes up though, girl! I’m pretty sure Jason will make me debreast you…probably to show me what’s going to happen to me. I stood him up…on a rather scary date…a few weeks ago! He told me I could keep my job…if I went with him to a party tomorrow night! I’ve heard of those parties…I talked him into this place tonight instead.” Aneece bent and began suckling on Wanda’s right nipple, eliciting a deep throaty moan as the Scarlet Witch busied herself with healing spells.

“I’m impressed,” Zatanna admitted after watching a moaning Wanda getting one nipple and then the other suckled by the pretty dark-skinned girl for over a minute. “Wanda’s skill with the healing spell is vastly improved in less than a week, since we visited Club X. It’s either that, or she is trying REALLY hard to avoid being debreasted during her first booth stint. Maybe she is telling the truth about wanting to win the debreasting booth games.”

“Yes, Zatanna,” Sue agreed softly with concern in her voice, “every time the kitchen-side player changes breast tips, you can see that the condition of the other breast has improved. It won’t matter. Bacon hunters don’t invest as much effort in breast suckling as this one is, and then let the sow escape the debreasting booth whole. Wanda will get her balloons popped, whether she is eager to or not, in a few short minutes…maybe seconds. That handsome man with gleaming hazel eyes is on his way back out to the debreasting portals now!”

“Hello, sir, my name is Wanda,” the Scarlet Witch announced with a friendly smile on her face as the handsome man arrived to stand behind the bent over black girl. “Your pretty friend, Aneece, is doing her best to make my sore breast tips feel better, and make me regret the fact that my breast bacon is probably about to get poached. I must admit, I do believe she is doing a spectacular job of achieving both of those goals. Would you do me the favor of letting me enjoy her breast pleasuring for another three minutes and ten seconds?”

“Perhaps for another three minutes and five seconds, Wanda,” Jason replied with a grin on his face as he read the time left on Wanda’s computer screen. “Does that mean Aneece has decided that the tit whipping your received, and accepted very well, I might say, caused enough damage to require her to finish your debreasting. Here, Aneece, I had the kitchen give me an ice ring. Put it over whichever nipple you’re not using your mouth on, girl.”

“I took some damage, but I don’t think we believe that will be the reason Aneece will be debreasting me, Sir,” Wanda replied with a smile on her face, as she watched the pretty girl take the inch long, hollow tube of ice from the muscular man and place the opening in the ring over her turgid left nipple. “OH! Oh! Wow! That feels like it hurts, at first, but then it feels great. Thank you, Sir! If Aneece decides that she’s not going to pop my balloons for the fun of it, you can both rule on their condition before my timer runs down.”

“In that case, you can quickly answer some questions I have…while Aneece makes you regret that imminent debreasting, Wanda,” Jason replied in a very formal tone. “I’m Jason Carlson. Don’t call me, Sir! You were a volunteer milk cow at the Final Fantasy dairy on Wednesday afternoon?”

“Yes, Mr. Carlson,” Wanda replied with a grin of embarrassment as Aneece resumed suckling on her right nipple.

“You saw a rather stunning blonde get debreasted and then beheaded?” Jason asked with a frown on his face.

“Yes, the college field-trip leader.” Wanda replied wearing a frown of her own, before she moaned and her eyes rolled back as Aneece replaced the mouth on her right breast tip with the ice ring.

“She tried to get out of her debreasting in a manner that would be embarrassing to me?” Carlson asked with threatening eyes.

“She offered to let three of the male students gang bang her and to change their grades to A’s, if they would debreast their girlfriends for their classmates’ entertainment,” Wanda replied softly and reluctantly, “something Mr. Jennings said would convince him to forego his final debreasting method demonstration using Miss Hunsaker, Mr. Carlson.”

“Even after that, she had a chance to avoid debreasting?” Carlson asked with anger growing on his face.

“Yes, if she could avoid climax,” Wanda replied with obvious sincerity as she fought to stifle moans from the breast pleasuring she was receiving. “She turned down the orgasmatron emitter and the chance to prove herself.”

“She was also given a chance to avoid being beheaded?” Carlson asked softly with sadness in his voice.

“Yes, Sir, the same chance, but this time she wasn’t allowed to turn it down,” Wanda replied softly with downcast eyes. “She climaxed a split second before she would have been safe. Her head, secured to a ceiling rope by a knot in her hair, came off and swung forward. Then she successfully fellated one of the boys who had been positioned in front of her guillotine. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. She even swallowed! Semen formed a puddle on the floor below her severed neck!”

“I see…she must have misbehaved…rather badly…to earn all that,” Jason Carlson observed with a grim look on his face as he stared into the moaning sows eyes.

“She did, Sir,” Wanda admitted softly as her breasts finally began to feel healthy as well as glowing with pleasure. “If you’re the fiancé Mr. Jennings told the class about afterwards, I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t be, Wanda, there are more where Judy came from,” Jason Carlson replied with a wry smile on his face. “Let’s change topics to a more pleasant subject, and if you avoid calling me sir again, I like what you have to say, and your breast tips are in reasonably good condition, Aneece won’t be hitting your debreast button. Would you like that, Wanda?”

“Yes, S…Mr. Carlson,” Wanda admitted with obvious veracity while she fought to stifle her moans of pleasure from Aneece’s nipple suckling. “In a minute my pleasure beam treatment will begin. I’d like to enjoy that pleasure without knowing it will end with my breasts being harvested.”

“Fine, but no promises,” Carlson agreed with growing excitement in his gleaming hazel eyes. “I understand you suggested that Club X consider hosting foxhunts. Why?”

“It seems that, from time to time, Mr. Jennings is going to use favors I owe him to get me to participate in Club X activities, Mr. Carlson,” Wanda replied with a quivering voice. “With the death games at the Saturday night parties, my life is being left to chance. With the foxhunts, at least as they were explained to me, the foxes’ survival depends on their will to run and ability to hide. Their lives are in their own hands and not left to a random number coming up on some computer screen.”

“Would you, and your friends, of course,” Jason grinned at the mewing Wanda and then nodded toward her table before he finished asking, “participate in a foxhunt if it meant you get to keep your breasts, Wanda?”

“If we had reason to believe we would definitely become foxes, and be given a fair chance to survive the hunt, Mr. Carlson, we would,” Wanda replied softly. “However, my breasts aren’t worth letting my friends become backyard barbecue meat after wandering into the wrong neighborhood.”

“You do understand that the foxes that are captured will become exactly that, Wanda?” Carlson asked with disbelief creeping into his face. “Backyard barbecue meat! Two girls are hand spitted and then live roasted during the hunt…dinner for hungry hunters and their wives…and the rest are hanged or beheaded and used later as long pigs!”

“No…I mean yes…I mean…the way it was told to me…some of the girls manage to run and hide and go home at the end of the hunt, Mr. Carlson,” the Scarlet Witch replied in a quivering voice as she went for an Oscar. “If that’s not true, I’d just as soon have Aneece pop my big balloons.”

“Some of the foxes do survive the hunt, Wanda,” Jason Carlson proclaimed with a grin on his face. “On every foxhunt there are always sows who become girls again rather than meat. The hunts are intentionally designed that way to ensure that the girls who get kidnapped into the hunts don’t fight against being forced into becoming foxes TOO hard. On average, thirty percent of the foxes survive, and the percentage goes up slightly as the number of foxes increase. If we have twenty foxes, six might become girls again…with thirty foxes perhaps as many as twelve. There will be ten or twelve hunters, and each hunter can only bag and tag and drag so many foxes back to camp over the course of a day, you see.”

“Okay, reasonable odds for healthy girls such as me and my friends,” Wanda replied softly, while still forcing the quiver in her voice, and allowing an occasional moan of pleasure as her breasts tips were either suckled or teased with ice. “I would like to keep my breasts. Of course, this is a moot point as Mr. Jennings said Club X decided not to hold the foxhunts.”

“I’m a Club X member, but I belong to another club as well, Wanda,” Carlson admitted with a soft chuckle. “This other club will be recruiting foxes on Wednesday night for a Thursday hunt the week after next. Some of the girls who become foxes will be willing volunteers, as I hope you and your friends will be. Others will be more reluctant participants, kidnapped into the hunt. Either way, my fellow hunters and I would be pleased to have plenty of foxes to chase.”

“From what you’ve said, if I want to save my breasts by agreeing to participate in a foxhunt, it would be smart for me to arrange for as many girls as possible to join me,” Wanda Maximoff observed with a thoughtful look on her face. “There would be me and my three friends, and I think the three blonde sisters, apprentice waitresses, that are running the Balance Beam Joust game tonight. With Aneece, here, that’s already eight foxes…well on the way to thirty.” Wanda giggled as she heard Aneece gasp in fear, and then return to her breast suckling while quivering in trepidation. The heroine sighed with pleasure and then continued with, “The apprentice waitresses know a bit about foxhunts, and seem to think the girls are kidnapped either in pairs or one girl at a time. Small groups like that would also be vulnerable to men seeking to arrange backyard barbeques. My friends may not agree to take such a risk…not even to save my breasts.”

“Your friends will be the blonde and raven-haired girls with D-cups and the smaller auburn-haired girl?” Carlson asked softly as his hazel eyes lit up with interest.

“Sue and Zatanna, the D-cupped girls, yes, Mr. Carlson, or replacements if they get themselves debreasted tonight,” Wanda replied with a nervous laugh. “Janet, the auburn-haired girl, is obviously not coming with us, for as you can see, she lost her booth game tonight. I’ll bring her sister.”

“Her identical twin?” Carlson asked with obvious suspicion.

“No, a slightly older sister,” Wanda replied as she sensed trouble, “although they look very similar. Janet had B-cups, but her older sister has C-cups.”

“Same color hair, or bleached blonde, and the same length or shorter?” Carlson again asked with interest in his eyes.

“Wasp’s hair is darker, nearly black, although there is still a hint of red, and is noticeably longer, Mr. Carlson,” the Scarlet Witch replied before asking. “Why does it matter what Janet’s sister looks like?”

“Let’s just say twins make me nervous, Wanda,” Jason replied with a wry grin on his face. “Do you think you could recognize my voice about two weeks from now?”

“Yes, S…Mr. Carlson, I do,” Wanda replied softly.

“Then you and your three friends may approach the rendezvous point as a group,” Carlson proclaimed with a grin on his face. “You can tell the three want-to-be waitresses that they don’t need to split up either. If you let my men tie your hands and hobble you when I tell you to do so, you won’t be hurt or even chloroformed. Seven is a good start towards twenty or even thirty foxes…as you said. You’re in then, Wanda? In order to keep your breasts tonight, you’ll let yourself and your friends get kidnapped Wednesday night and hunted for your meat on Thursday…and you understand that I’m not talking about next Wednesday, but the week after?”

The Scarlet Witch moaned loudly with obvious pleasure, blushed badly, and then hastily declared, “My orgasmatron emitter just activated, not that I don’t find the thought of being hunted for my meat to be somewhat of a turn on as well, Mr. Carlson. If you promise that my friends and I will be left alone, unharmed, and given the chance of surviving the hunt if we make good foxes, Mr. Carlson, then yes I’d like to keep my breasts! Also, I understand we’re talking twelve days from now.”

“I promise that, so long as you and your friends don’t put up a fight that Wednesday night, you’ll all be alive and in one piece that Thursday morning, Wanda,” Jason Carlson chortled with a broad grin on his face. “However, none of you girls will be left alone. You’ll be forced to strip once we get to the hunting camp, and will remain unclothed until you’re either meat or the hunt is over. The men, including myself, will rut with you sows Wednesday night and make sure any foxes that manage to become girls again will be carrying babies for the Orphanages’ care. We have a duty to replenish the meat that we harvest during the hunt with future girl meat. I think I’ll lie with you first, Wanda, and then with your blonde friend. Does that suit you, Wanda, or would you rather be debreasted now?”

Wanda Maximoff moaned softly and then sighed three times in orgasmatron-beam-induced climax. The big-breasted Avenger blushed deep red and then replied, “You’re a handsome man, Mr. Carlson, and my friends and I participated in the orgy at Club X last Saturday night. I won’t mind having sex with you, and, as all of us are already likely already with child, we won’t fight against being raped. I’ll accept your promise that, given our cooperation in our capture and sexual use, we are guaranteed to be foxes at the start of the hunt, and agree to be wherever you want us to be whenever you tell us to be there, Mr. Carlson. If you don’t allow Aneece to debreast me now, my friends and I will join her as foxes in your hunt in just less than two weeks!”

“Straighten up, Aneece,” Jason Carlson commanded sharply, and smiled as the dark-skinned Grade A girl obeyed immediately, “I need to verify that Wanda’s breasts are not damaged to the extent that debreasting booth protocol demands her offered partial donation be culminated.” Carlson stepped forward and lifted the Scarlet Witch’s big breasts, one in each hand, and gently rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and areolae.

Jason grinned and spat, “Amazing! I could have sworn I was watching these breast tips get whipped raw. Tell me, Wanda, when I said the hunters and I would be bagging, tagging, and dragging the foxes back to camp, did you know what I meant?”

“I’m not sure, Mr. Carlson,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly and then gasped, first in pain and then in climax, as the man with the gleaming hazel eyes on the other side of her window pinched both of her sore nipples as hard as he could. “On Thursday, one of the hunters, hopefully me, will shoot you with a tranquilizer dart rifle…bag you. When you wake up, your nipples will be docked off your big breasts…the same fate I notice you’re trying to avoid now…that’s called tagging your trophy fox. Then you will be chloroformed and carried or dragged back to camp. If I manage to find you early enough in the day, Wanda, I’ll see to it that you are hand spitted and become one of the live roasters. Your breasts are fine! I accept your offer to trade a partial conversion now for a full conversion during the Thursday foxhunt!” Carlson laughed as the auburn-haired beauty before him sighed loudly in climax.

“My offer to risk full conversion from the beginning of the Thursday hunt until the hunt is over at the end of the day, right, Mr. Carlson?” Wanda asked softly with fear in her eyes as she recovered her composure. “You promised that my friends and I, along with Aneece, would have a chance to survive, if we make good enough foxes! By the way, what happens to our clothes and personal belongings?”

“You and your friends will have a chance to be among the sows that go home as girls at the end of the day, Wanda, with your clothes and handbags, or whatever, that will be left at camp when the hunt begins,” Jason agreed with laughter in his eyes. “You’ll even be given castration knives and male docking tubes to use on us hunters if you can, Wanda. Cum for me again, Wanda, as you think about making a man something less than a man!”

The Scarlet Witch fought desperately to maintain her composure as she moaned in ongoing orgasm under the influence of the pleasure beam emitter, before declaring, “I’m not sure I’m particularly eager to become the hunter rather than the hunted, Mr. Carlson. I’m not big on blood. I’ll fight if I have to, once I’ve become a fox, but mostly I’ll run, although these big breasts of mine don’t help me in that endeavor when I’m nude, as you say we foxes will be. I’ll probably rely on hiding. What about you Aneece?”

“Aneece won’t be with us, Wanda,” Carlson announced with anger in his hazel eyes and disgust on his face as he glared at the lovely black girl trembling beside him. “She had her chance to be hunted for her meat. I was being generous when I made her that offer after discovering someone had leaked one of my secrets to a company spy. I was sure Aneece was the leak, though now I’m doubtful. It doesn’t matter. Aneece agreed to become a fox, instead of joining the spy in being spitted at a backyard barbecue one of my friends was kind enough to hold for me. I told her where and when to be, just as I’m about to tell you. She didn’t show. Then she turned down the death games at Club X, and begged, instead, to be brought here. I’m guessing she didn’t know about the Jessica machines they have here. I’ll be leaving Aneece’s carcass behind to contribute to Final Fantasy’s profit margin when I leave. I may also send her breasts to the kitchen beforehand, as I’m sure she was hoping that would be her only punishment, and I don’t want her left feeling like she missed out on anything.”

Carlson laughed as the sow in the debreasting booth issued the staccato sigh of climax, while the girl beside him began bawling as she trembled in abject terror. “Go back to that front row table and contemplate your rather limited future, Aneece,” the handsome man commanded loudly. “If you’re lucky, I’ll let you debreast some other girl, and then make you risk those perfect C-cups of yours as I stick you in one of these bacon traps and let you have a few nice cums before I give you that final, cold steel fuck you earned by breaking your word.” Jason grinned as he watched his ‘date’ hurry away with tears streaming from her horror-filled brown eyes.

“As you know, Wanda,” Carlson glared into the big-breasted Avenger’s eyes with a threatening look on his face as he fingered her nipples, “it is considered a high crime for a girl to break her freely given word to a male…especially when it concerns her meat. Aneece will soon pay for that crime! If you break your word with me, Bill Jennings, even though he doesn’t particularly approve of my club’s foxhunts, will feel compelled to turn you over to me.”

“Show up Wednesday night the week after next,” Jason Carlson warned with gleaming hazel eyes as he pressed the digits of his hands into very turgid and very sore nipples, “with your friends in tow and as close to midnight as possible, at the street corner one-mile due north of here. I won’t hold you to the want-to-be waitresses showing up as well, but the more foxes the better for you and your friends. Cooperate with my men as they first truss you up and then partake in your bodily delights, and you and your friends will be given every chance to make good foxes. Of course, I’ll be hoping to add these rather resilient nipples of yours to this.” The handsome man grinned as he unbuttoned his shirt to show the Scarlet Witch a complex necklace made up of many strands of gold chains, each and every chain strand having many severed nipples of various sizes and shades of pink or brown hanging from it. Wanda Maximoff sighed loudly in climax as horror filled her comely face!”

Chapter 27. Dance Floors are for Dancing

The Scarlet Witch’s staccato sighs of climax seemed to echo through the nightclub for an eternity before her booth restraints suddenly released her at the end of her ten-minute booth stint. Jason Carlson had stood through the entire song of unbridled orgasm grinning at the auburn-haired beauty as she gaped unblinkingly in horror and disgust at his hunting trophies. Finally, as the sweet pleasure burning in her loins gradually subsided at the end of her orgasmatron treatment, Wanda looked back up into the handsome, light-brown-haired man’s laughing hazel eyes and rasped, “We’ll be there, and we’ll be great foxes. If my nipples end up on your necklace…well, so be it!” Without saying another word, she pulled her perfect D-cups out of booth 3’s debreasting portals and hurried into the back of the Game room.

“FUCK!” Oliver Queen yelled in utter exasperation. “What in the hell is going on here? Most every set of melons that gets stuck through that wall gets plucked out of the debreasting portals EXCEPT you girls’! I’m tired of waiting for tablemates to get their chests flattened. Get back in there, Dinah, and don’t come back until you’ve gotten those tits of yours ruined for my viewing pleasure!”

“For our viewing pleasure, Ollie,” Hank Pym corrected as he chuckled at his fellow hero. “I’m getting a little frustrated too, but if you take a look at Janet and Zatanna’s faces, I think you’ll conclude that they can’t believe their tablemates’ luck either. You better do as your boyfriend said, Dinah, before he blows a gasket!”

“No, Hank, now that I’ve done one of my own booth stints, I’m going to do another girl’s chest a disservice before I risk my own again,” Dinah replied softly but firmly. “Then I’ll be up at least three sets to one. Look, you guys shouldn’t blame us girls for not getting our breasts turned into sandwich meat. All we can do is offer. It’s up to the kitchen-side players to do the tit ruining!”

“You, Zatanna, or you, Sue, do another booth stint now, then,” Oliver urged with a wry grin on his face as he finally began to calm down. “I promise to be nice to you for the rest of the night if you do…yes, even to you, Zatanna. You don’t want to see me go into halftime with only one of the six of you sans body parts, do you? I can be an ornery son-of-a-bitch when I don’t get my way.”

“Then you’re going to have to learn a little self-restraint, Oliver Queen,” Sue chided softly with a thoughtful look on her face. “I don’t see any of us doing another booth stint before halftime…unless we are pretty darn sure we are going to return breasted and add to your frustrations. That said, even I can’t believe us girls’ luck.” The heroine known as the Invisible Woman in her own time nodded to the tall, muscular man returning from the dance floor as he buttoned his shirt, and admitted, “I thought he was going to have his pretty date do Wanda, and when she returned to their table without him and looking rather unhappy, I was dead sure he had decided to pop her big balloons himself.”

As Wanda Maximoff walked out of the booth end of the Game room, after collecting a small packet of ointment from Jane, she watched Bill Jennings, standing before Charlie and Darlene, hastily close his office door. He held two sets of papers in his hands, and it was pretty easy for the big-breasted Avenger to guess it was the two ex-waitresses’, who now wore round bandages on their chests instead of breasts, pension and severance packages. Cheryl stood behind the sobbing girls with two sets of Final Fantasy shorts in her hands. Not having gotten to know these two waitresses, as she had several others over the last few weeks, Wanda was reluctant to let herself become part of what was obviously an awkward situation. Instead, she hurried over to the Game room door and slipped her rose-colored bikini bottoms on.

Wanda waited with more than a little unease as Bill gave the girls the paperwork and explained what they needed to do once they had visited an instant-care facility for their skin grafts. Then she watched as the girls took their bottoms from Cheryl and pulled them on, before the four citizens of the 41^st Century exchanged hugs. Wanda smiled apologetically as she watched the girls, followed by Cheryl, exit the Game room door. It was only then that she walked back towards the center of the room and the patiently waiting Bill Jennings.

“I see you’re still carrying those big breasts of yours, Wanda,” Bill Jennings chuckled softly with a questioning look on his face. “I take it Jason and Aneece wanted something else from you?”

“Yes, Bill,” Wanda replied softly with a knowing look on her face, “Jason, at least, did. He passed on poaching my breast bacon in exchange for a chance to get all of me into his pantry. I’m afraid I’m going to need that key to the main dairy door, and for you to remember to 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…as we discussed earlier.”

“Sure, Wanda, I’ve already set the computer controls governing the surveillance equipment, and here is the keycard,” Bill replied with a frown on his face as he held out a small plastic square, which looked very much like a credit card. “You can slip it to Hank and have him give it to you when you get home. I wish you weren’t going to need it. You are being rather foolish!”

“We’ll be fine, Bill,” Wanda replied softly, “although, we might stir up a little trouble with government types.”

“No, Wanda,” Bill grunted as the disapproval on his face intensified, “you won’t be fine…you’ll most likely be meat. Despite your background, there is no way you will make it through one of those foxhunts without taking loses. And that trouble you’re stirring up…you’re kicking a hornet’s nest while standing in the nude!”

“Even if I knew for sure that you are one-hundred percent correct, Bill,” Wanda proclaimed calmly with a sheepish smile on her face, “we would go through with our plans. You’ve been a good and patient friend. I hope that hornet’s nest doesn’t cause any trouble for you.”

“Nothing I can’t handle, Wanda,” Bill replied as he shook his head in obvious disbelief. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Yes, Bill, there are three more things you can do for me,” Wanda admitted, finally looking a bit uncomfortable. “Firstly, if Jason is still at your table, tell him that you assured me that you would turn me over to him when next you see me if I fail to show up at his rendezvous point at the prearranged time. He seems rather doubtful regarding my keeping my bargains. Secondly, be patient and trusting yourself. If I don’t miss you, Cheryl, and Final Fantasy too terribly, you won’t see us heroines again until our scheduled second visit to the dairy. I plan on letting the hornet’s nest calm down a bit before our next visit. Finally, don’t worry about tomorrows as we enjoy this incredible night at your wonderful nightclub. Just treat us heroines, and let us be treated, like 41^st Century girls. That is why we came here in the first place, and why we will continue to come back.”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter as he heard the Scarlet Witch’s final request, and chortled, “Very well, Wanda Maximoff, you’ll get everything you asked for from me…yet again. The last request is the easy one, though I fear you girls won’t always be happy with our 41^st Century hospitality. Shall we get back to our tables?” The nightclub owner grinned as he followed the stunningly beautiful 21^st Century superheroine through the Game room door.

“Welcome back, friend Wanda,” Diana declared with a grin on her face, “but be forewarned that more than a few of your friends are unhappy to see that thy adequate breasts return with thee. Will you not make amends for this unfortunate circumstance and return to yon debreasting portals, forthwith?”

“Sorry, Diana, but I can’t do that,” Wanda replied with a sheepish smile on her face as she sat down in her seat. “I just spent considerable time and effort on negotiations to keep these ‘adequate’ breasts right where they are. I’m afraid I’ve committed the four of us who were already planning to be here to a rather long walk one Wednesday night not too far in the future, followed by some other things you’re going to be even less happy with. I know you care about my breasts enough to help me keep my promise.” Wanda watched as Janet and then Sue nodded to indicate their understanding, and Zatanna ignored her completely. Meanwhile, she heard Bill whispering into Jason Carlson’s ear.

“Well, the debreasting booths are empty,” Hank Pym pointed out with a frown on his face. “Is this place about to get boring, or what?”

“It’s never boring at Final Fantasy, Henry Pym,” Janet quipped with a smile on her face as she nodded into the audience. “Here comes your next entertainment act now. It looks like the five remaining breasted girls with Phi Gamma Phi are about to honor their pledge and fill all of the debreasting booths, now that the Game room is empty. Don’t leer at them too obviously, boys, until they’ve had a chance to get their debreasting options set.”

Oliver grinned as the five girls, all carrying C-cups or D-cups, filed through the Game room door and started stripping off their tan gym shorts. He grinned at Diana and quipped, “Now what was the nature of that bounty you were placing on those sorority girls’ breasts, Princess? Would you consider a threesome with Dinah and me if I can arrange for all five of the girls to donate their assets to Bill’s profit margin?”

“Yes, friend Oliver, I would consider such an offer,” Wonder Woman replied as she glowered at the Green Arrow, “and then flatly turn it down. I do not whore for any price! Still, I would be beholding to thee should you arrange for such a boon to be granted. Mayhap, some night in the not too distant future, carnal urges would see me in your bedchamber…most certainly when friend Dinah is already there with urges of her own in need of fulfillment.”

“That’s good enough for me, Diana,” Oliver Queen chortled while grinning broadly. “It has been more than an hour since Hank and I harvested breasts, so that’s two sets down. Wanda and Sue make two more. How about you, Zatanna, has it been more than an hour for you?”

“Easy, Sue, I’ve got a suggestion for Ollie,” Wanda interjected as she watched her blonde friend prepare an angry retort. “But first, Hank, could you please grab a napkin and play doctor to my breast tips? I need you to rub this ointment into my skin. It will help me with the pain from that whipping those brunettes gave my girls.”

Wanda smiled pleasantly as an obviously eager Hank Pym moved from his chair to kneel beside her. As she held out the packet and the keycard she asked, “Here is the ointment, Hank, but first could you put this card into your pants pocket and be very careful not to lose it? I’ll take it back when we get home. Do be gentle with your rubbing. My girls are much sorer than they look!”

“Now, Oliver, as to those sorority girls and Diana’s wishes for their breasts,” the big-breasted Avenger began before pausing to moan as Hank went to work with the ointment, “it wouldn’t look right if our table took more than a few of their breasts. I’m sure THAT would make it look like Diana was punishing them for what they wanted to do to her, rather than for what they made Lorna do. Once those girls have set their debreasting options, perhaps some of the patrons at nearby tables might be interested in participating.”

“Damn it, Wanda, I don’t care how things look!” Oliver spat acerbically back as he watched his fellow hero grin his silly grin as he massaged ointment into the auburn-haired heroine’s big breasts. “I’ll try it your way, but if you girls end up allowing Diana to ignore those carnal urges she spoke of, I’m going to be pissed. Hank, let that witch rub her own tits! Those sorority girls are standing behind two-way booth windows, so they must have finished setting their debreasting options by now. Let’s go see how their moneymakers are going to get terminated.”

“Sure, Ollie,” Hank Pym replied as he picked up a napkin from the table and began wiping his hands off, “you can count on me to help…even if that means shortening this unusual opportunity to cop feels from Wanda’s big ta tas. You know, I’m pretty jealous of this adventurous sex life you and Dinah have going together. Maybe Dinah can whisper into Janet’s ear while we’re assassinating sorority girl breasts!” Hank Pym grinned as both Dinah and Janet blushed beet red before following Oliver out onto the dance floor towards five sorority girls locked into debreasting booths behind transparent windows.

“Guillotine blade, each and every one of them,” Hank Pym announced with a shrug of his shoulders as he stood behind Wanda at the edge of the dance floor, having just returned from the front of the debreasting booths. “I guess those sorority girls are hoping this establishment’s patrons aren’t going to be particularly interested in quick and dirty breast poaching.”

“Well, you can’t blame them for trying to preserve their breasts, Hank,” Sue replied softly with a smirk on her face. “However, those that fail in that effort are going to receive less than memorable debreasting experiences.”

“We know at least two of those five remaining breasted Phi Gamma Phi girls are going to join nineteen of their sisters in breastlessness, Sue,” Janet Van Dyne interjected with a wicked grin on her face. “Their mistake when it comes to fond debreasting booth memories. The question is, are you boys going to see if you have the quick hands it takes to catch guillotined breasts, or go for the music that their puppies will make as they plop onto the floor?”

“I guess we’ll take a vote once we have all the kitchen-side players assembled, darling wife,” Hank replied with a chuckle. “I’m here to talk you girls into changing your minds and joining in the fun, while Ollie makes a pitch to the coaches’ table. Come on! Let’s give Ollie a hand at giving Diana her boon! We can pop the balloons simultaneously if you want!”

Wanda smiled as she watched Carlson nod to Aneece, before she proclaimed, “No, I still think that a majority of those girls shouldn’t be debreasted by any single table. You and Ollie will have to hope for help from other patrons, Hank.”

“I’ll poach the bacon from one of those girls, Sir,” Aneece announced softly as she stood from her chair at the adjacent table and frowned as Jason Carlson grinned up at her, “if you’ll have me in your game. I’m not sure how quick my hands are though!”

“You are more than welcome, Miss,” Hank Pym replied with a chuckle. “Would any of your other tablemates care to join the fun?” Hank shrugged his shoulders as Jason, Charles, Jamie, and Bill all grinned and shook their heads negatively. He hoped Oliver was having better luck.

“Hello, my name is Oliver Queen,” Ollie announced with a smile on his face as he stood behind the coaches’ table. “First, I would like to congratulate the coaches here on their big win. Your university is obviously proud of your accomplishment. Then I thought I might ask if anyone at this table might like to participate in a little debreasting game I’m trying to arrange. Although those sorority girls who had to forego the Balance Beam Joust game action have all elected to offer their melons up for harvesting via guillotine blades, I thought it might be fun to let them join their sisters in breastlessness. Anyone here interested?”

Oliver frowned as both men and women at the table shook their heads one at a time. He was just beginning to think his efforts were totally wasted when Tyler Roberts asked with a knowing look on his face, “You’re with the girls at the main reserved table, right, Oliver? Know anything about archery?”

“Yes, I’m with those girls, Tyler…Tyler Roberts isn’t it,” Ollie replied with a grin on his face. “Yes, I know how to string a bow. You up for my debreasting booth game?”

“Yes, I’ll participate in a rather unrewarding booth game, G.A.” Tyler announced with a broad grin on his face, “if you’ll put in a good word for me with those girls…and with Bill Jennings. I have a…misunderstanding…I would like to put behind us.”

“Sure, Tyler, I would be glad to help out someone who seems to share Bill’s interest in history,” the Green Arrow replied with a sheepish look on his face. “If you can live with those girls’ dislike for historical discussions, I’ll try to get all involved to forget misunderstandings. However, I doubt Bill will let you out of your agreement when it comes to those girls’ assets…unless of course you’re collecting them for him. Good enough?”

“Good enough, Mr. Queen,” Tyler agreed with a grin on his face. “It looks like your friend has a dark-skinned beauty interested in helping out. Does he have a name, and were you looking for five kitchen-side players?

“Yes, it does look like my friend, Hank Pym,” Ollie replied with a broad smile on his face as he nodded, “has managed to add a feminine touch to our kitchen-side players. And yes, I was hoping for a fifth. Any ideas, Tyler?”

“It’s not a giant-sized problem, Mr. Queen,” Tyler proclaimed with that knowing look again on his face. “Make sure you remind Dr. Pym that his wife didn’t get hanged her first night here, and I’ll talk my date, here, for tomorrow night into helping out…though she has indicated her reluctance to do so.”

“That won’t be necessary, Tyler,” Sydney Thatcher announced as he called out from the adjacent table. “I’ll slap one of the debreast buttons if Mr. Queen, there, will let the ponytailed blonde at his table forego the additional booth games she said she had promised to play.”

“You’re a good man, Sydney,” Tyler said as he nodded at his fellow Club X member. “What about it, Oliver?”

“I’m afraid that promise is between the girls, Sydney,” Ollie replied with a friendly smile on his face. “I thought you were going to debreast Dinah yourself, a short time ago. To be honest, I was frustrated that you didn’t, despite the fact that I would like to do her myself later tonight. Tell you what…I will promise that no one from my table will debreast that ponytailed bimbo tonight! Is that good enough, Sydney?” Oliver Queen smirked inwardly as he reminded himself that everything he had said was true; the lies were in what he hadn’t said.

“It will have to be, Oliver,” Sydney grumbled with a frown on his face. “If we are going to do this…let’s get it over with. We might as well make this more like an execution than a debreasting booth game! Let’s skip the breast pleasuring before it rains tits!”

“Fine by me, Sydney,” Oliver Queen replied with a jubilant grin on his face. “Let’s huddle with my friend and that hottie he’s with to work out the details of those sorority girls’ deboobings!”

“DARN!” Dinah exclaimed in disappointment as she watched the three men near the front of the nightclub move to join Hank and Aneece in the center of the dance floor. “That really blows! I was going to have Ollie debreast me if I make it to my third booth stint. Now he’s publically promised that he won’t do my tits.”

“Sweety, Ollie had already promised not to debreast any tablemates…including you,” Sue pointed out with a giggle as she smiled at the ponytailed Justice Leaguer. “Wanda’s rule number one…remember?”

“Yeah, but I was going to get Wanda to suspend that rule,” Dinah hissed softly back. “The only way I could get Sydney to let me make it through my first booth stint without getting my tits ruined was to agree to replace Heather as his date to Club X tomorrow night…if I still have moneymakers to get me through the door with at the end of the night. There’s some sort of convention going on this weekend, so most of the Club X men are expected to bring girls to tomorrow night’s party. Heather indicated some sort of committee had been formed to make sure plenty of those girls…wives or dates…end up as barbecue meat for the Sunday picnic…to feed the convention bigwigs. If getting my tits ruined by Ollie is the only way to get me out of that promise….”

“Then you made a stupid promise, Dinah,” Zatanna broke in with a chuckle. “I guarantee Wanda wouldn’t let a precedent be set by suspending rule number one…not even to save your life!”

“But that’s a stupid thing to say….” Dinah whined softly as she stared into Wanda’s frowning face.

“Stupid maybe,” Wanda replied softly in a quivering voice, “but accurate. Dinah, if you make it through the night with bumps on your chest, I’ll personally deliver you to Sydney tomorrow night. I’ll do so knowing that you won’t be needing a return trip home. No one breaks promises around here…so start being more careful regarding any promises you might be tempted to make. Fortunately, you still have two more opportunities to get your offered donations accepted for kitchen use…allowing you out of your agreement with Sydney.”

“Well, it looks like the powwows over and the debreastings are about to begin,” Janet interjected softly as Dinah glared at Wanda with murder in her eyes. “Look, Oliver’s headed to the kitchen counter while Aneece and the other three boys head for the debreasting portals. You should stop worrying about a rule Wanda’s never going to suspend…knowing I would debreast her in an instant if she did…Dinah, and enjoy the show. Besides, there haven’t been any promises made regarding the boys bribing other customers into debreasting you during that third booth stint, which you may not manage to make anyhow.”

“HOLA!” Princess Diana of Themyscira exclaimed loudly. “Friend Oliver has fetched meat trays. ‘Twould seem that there will be a symphony of those plopping sounds that friend Janet does find so endearing soon ringing through the room! As I have promised, there will be a second breastless sorority at Metropolitan University. Mayhap you, friend Dinah, and thy ruggedly handsome boyfriend, will be rewarded for this worthy boon sooner rather than later!”

“Okay, here are the landing pads,” Oliver Queen announced with a hearty chuckle as he arrived at the front of the dance floor. “Let’s stick with the plan. Hank will get us started, and I’ll finish up. Aneece, you break up this lineup of guys by taking those swooping C-cups hanging out of booth 3’s debreasting portals. Tyler and Sydney, you’re on either side of Aneece. Give your sow only a split second to think about things once she realizes the sow to her left has had her melons harvested.”

Hank Pym took the offered meat tray from the bearded blonde hero and stepped over to booth 5. He quickly stooped to position the silver tray on the floor against the front of the booth wall centered under the debreasting portals from which drooping brownish-tipped light-brownish D-cups protruded. He tugged on hardening nipples as he watched the other four kitchen-side players make similar preparations.

“Y’all gonna poach our bacon, Sir?” the pretty mulatto girl behind booth 5’s transparent window asked with widened eyes and fear on a frowning face. “I do declare, I be thinkin’ Phi Gamma Phi has already done enough donatin’ for one night! Won’t y’all give us gals a pass?”

Hank glanced to his left, down the lineup of debreasting booths, to see Oliver nod that the other kitchen-side players were ready before staring back into the mulatto girls watery brown eyes. “Sorry, darling,” Hank replied softly as he shrugged his shoulders and smiled sheepishly into the booth window, “but it’s your sorority’s night to be generous with their ta tas. I’m afraid we really must accept your offered donations.”

The scientist-cum-size-changing-hero lifted his right hand upwards towards booth 5’s red debreast button as he stepped to the right so that he wouldn’t block the audience’s view. The hushed room heard the loud click, followed by a roaring swoosh ending in a deafening clang, as they watched a flash of silver pass downward behind the round portals from which massive D-cups protruded. The large breasts seemed to hang in air for an eternity, as the lovely mulatto shrilled in agony, before finally tumbling downward and announcing their conversion to bacon with a loud plop-plop.

Tyler Roberts reached for booth 4’s debreast button as he stepped to the right while grinning jubilantly at the hazel-eyed brunette whose pinkish-brown-tipped perfect D-cups he had just released. The pretty, young girl loudly pleaded, “NO! PLEASE!” over the sound of booth 5’s booth restraints releasing and the sobs of misery coming from within. Her plea became a scream of terror that morphed into a shriek of torment as a fateful click was followed by the sound of downward rushing metal ending in a metallic bang. Again the mesmerized audience saw silver pass between breasts and chest, splashes of red, and, after the briefest of pauses that seemed to last forever, large breasts tumble downward. Plop-plop rang-out over the shriek, followed by the mechanical sounds of restraints releasing, and the sobs of pain and loss doubled in volume.

In front of booth 3, Aneece nervously stepped sideways as she released the fair-skinned pinkish-tipped swooping C-cups she had been tugging on. “OH FUCK ME!” the pretty, young, blue-eyed blonde gasped as she watched the dark-skinned girl reach for her debreast button. A click rang through the silent room, followed by a rumbling swoop terminating in a deafening clash. “OWWW! SHIT! That feels…ICE HOT!” the blonde rasped loudly as she felt the razor sharp blade pass through the bases of her breasts. Her pain-filled utterance was punctuated by another double-plop followed by the sound of her booth restraints releasing. “Enjoy my breast bacon, girl,” she hissed at Aneece as the black girl stared with fascination at the severed breasts resting nipple up on a silver meat tray, “because someone will harvest yours soon enough!”

Sydney Thatcher chuckled jovially as he watched Aneece’s fascination become fear, and then released the tan-colored pinkish-brown-tipped swooping D-cups protruding through booth 2’s debreasting portals. “Please, Sir, don’t take my brea…!” the brown-eyed Latino girl inside the booth cried out as she watched the carrot-topped man step sideways and reach for her debreast button. Her request for mercy abruptly ended as she heard the click of doom. Another swishing downward rush ended in a ringing clang and a howl of loss and agony. Again a flash of silver and scattered splashes of blood ended with severed breasts tumbling downward to land on a silver tray with a wet plop-plop.

“And then there were none!” Oliver Queen proclaimed as he smiled broadly into the face of the almond-eyed Oriental girl to which the pinkish-brown-tipped perfect C-cups he was fondling belonged. There was resignation on the girl’s lovely face as he stepped sideways and reached for her debreast button. The Green Arrow pressed. The room heard the executioner’s click! The rumbling swoosh that followed terminated in a resounding clangor. The Oriental girl gasped loudly in pain and surprise as sharp, heavy steel separated bosom from chest. The hushed audience and kitchen-side players watched with excited enthrallment as a fifth set of breasts tumbled downward through air. The plop-plop that announced the end of breasts for Phi Gamma Phi engendered clamorous applause and raucous cheers from the audience, drowning out the sounds of five disappointed girls sobbing and booth 1’s restraints releasing a fifth breastless girl.

As one, the five kitchen-side players turned to the jubilant audience and bowed. They turned back to the debreasting booths, bent, grasped nipples between thumbs and fingers, and hefted ten amputated breasts before the horrified faces of five former sows who were now breastless girls. Then, without words, the kitchen-side players turned again and headed towards the kitchen counter’s food ordering station, leaving blood-smeared meat trays resting on the dance floor for the approaching clean-up crew to take care of, while their victims sought treatment from an overwhelmed Jane.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Bill Jennings bellowed from the dance floor as the Game room door opened a few moments later, “let’s have another round of applause for the brave and generous girls of Metropolitan University’s Phi Gamma Phi sorority. These girls have truly given their all this evening!” Once again the nightclub was filled with cheers and clapping hands. After a few moments, as the applause began to subside, Bill chortled loudly, “Unless of course some of them are willing to go for full conversions. We do have three Jessica machines that have, miraculously, gone unused so far tonight!” Bill Jennings and much of the audience roared in laughter as the five girls wearing tan shorts and white round chest bandages had deer-in-headlight looks fill their faces.

“Just kidding girls,” Bill admitted with a grin on his face a few seconds later. “We really do thank you for that five girl balloon popping party! Not the way I would run the show should I be given the chance, mind you, but very entertaining, nonetheless. You girls and your sisters may keep your tables until after the final Balance Beam Joust game tonight. Feel free to get skin grafts and then return to Final Fantasy if you want, but you may want to wait a bit before you do that. Go ahead and sit down while I make another announcement.” Bill grinned as he watched five girls, who all seemed to be very pleased with themselves, hurry away.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bill Jennings called out again in his best Master of Ceremonies’ voice, “I’m pleased to announce that in five or ten minutes Final Fantasy will be hosting another special event to celebrate the Metropolitan University’s gymnastic teams’ incredible double tournament championship. This time it’s going to be a hanging competition, and not for the length of a dice roll either. This hanging competition is going to be to the last girl dancing!”

Bill grinned as the nightclub filled with excited chatter, before continuing loudly with, “I’m pleased to announce that the girls’ gymnastic team head coach, Coach Sally Landry, has agreed to do the stool tipping. Coach Landry will arrive here shortly, and we can give her applause then.”

Bill held up his hand to get the clapping and cheering under control. “Now, before we get started setting up the nooses, stools, and tipping ropes, I’m going announce that the Game room is closed until after the hangings. If I’d done that before Diana, Princess of Joust’s breast harvesting ritual I might have saved myself a couple of pensions. Thanks Coach Taft and Coach Sacrino, by the way! Just kidding, fellows. That IS why we have potential menu-item waitresses here.”

Bill smiled at the chuckling coaches munching on their fresh sandwiches before continuing with, “Before we get started, I’ll point out that I have five stools and nooses available, but only four unpapered girls in the competition so far. I’d like one of you men to put one of your wives on the final stool. We don’t want to let the single girls in the audience feel like they are taking all the risks, now do we? Come on! I see more than a few Club X members here! It’s tradition! I’ll be asking for a volunteer when the other girls in the hanging competition get here, and we have them line up so that those that want can bet on the winner. I, of course, will be betting stock fillets on one of the girls, against the price of a stock fillet for betting men and, of course, the breasts being carried by any girls willing to bet them. Ladies and gentlemen, enjoy yourselves while my staff prepares the dance floor!” The nightclub was buzzing as Bill Jennings hurried over to the kitchen counter to confer with Cheryl.

“Well there, Princess, Phi Gamma Phi is a breastless sorority, just as you said it would be,” Oliver Queen pointed out dryly with a wry grin on his face. “Now if I could manage the same with tablemates, life would be a bowl of cherries!”

“Indebted to thee for thy boon, be I, friend Oliver,” Diana of Themyscira acknowledged with a comely smile on her face, “but I must bid thee patience and graciousness when it comes to tablemates’ assets. Though I admit to wishing to see friend Janet having company in chest bandage accouterment, I see no need for haste in the providing of that company and most certainly hope that some of us end this night filled with games of breast endangerment victoriously.”

“In other words, Ollie,” Zatanna chuckled softly, “don’t be pissed when Sue and I carry our moneymakers home with us. Did you enjoy guillotining the breasts off those sorority sisters’ chests, Hank, and do we have sandwiches coming?”

“Don’t get your hopes up to the point where losing those big ta tas of yours leads to a broken heart, Zatanna,” Hank Pym replied with a broad grin on his face. “No, surprisingly, I didn’t particularly get much satisfaction out of slapping my booth’s debreast button…I didn’t really get to know the girl inside…and no, we told the kitchen to keep the breast bacon that Ollie and I harvested. We wouldn’t want you girls to get fat, would we? Besides, the next time Ollie and I get hungry we will go ahead and spend our fillet money. It pretty much sucked to see Charlie and Darlene taken off of the menu. However, we’re not going to let that….”

“Not now, husband!” Janet hissed softly as she nodded towards the kitchen. “Kaori is on her way toward us, nude, and with similarly dressed company. Try not to show your cards with the current on-duty potential menu-item waitresses. You don’t want to scare the poor girls to death, do you?”

“No, Janet, I want to watch them ride….!” Hank began his reply as he turned to see the pretty, nude Japanese waitress leading a fantastically riveting blue-eyed redhead with shoulder length hair towards them. The sight of the second nude waitress’s perfect brownish-pink tipped D-cups bouncing high on her chest left him speechless and slack-jawed.

“Misters Pym and Queen, kind Sirs,” Kaori began with her ever-present, professional pleasantness as she nodded to each man in turn with a slight smile on her face and laughter in her light brown eyes, “it is my duty to apologize for our Manager, Cheryl’s, inability to attend you at this time. She is busy getting ready to show our new customers why Final Fantasy’s debreasting booth observation area is called a dance floor. Therefore, it is my great honor to present to you the second shift head waitress, Colleen. Colleen is ready and willing to allow you gentlemen to tactilely inspect her prime cut. To which of you is she to present her fillet first?”

“Go ahead, Ollie,” Hank replied with his patented silly grin, “you can make your assessment of Colleen’s asset first. I wouldn’t mind reassessing your prime cut while he does so, Kaori.”

The lovely Oriental girl with shiny, straight black hair that ran midway down her back giggled softly as she blushed before answering, “I must regretfully decline to allow that reassessment, Mr. Pym. It would be…unseemly…for a waitress to stand so before a male customer for a second time on a given night. Besides, while I humbly hope you desire to see my fillet on your plate, I must assume that if you wish to inspect my prime cut again, I did not leave you with a favorable impression the first time. I am most disappointed. I am sure I will make a most delicious meal.”

“Hank was just teasing, Kaori,” Oliver interjected while he chuckled softly has he glanced from the Japanese girls clean-shave pubic mound to her perfect pinkish-brown tipped C-cups with turgid nipples. “While I’m sure he wouldn’t mind trying to see if he can get you to squirm over his hands again, I’m also sure he clearly remembers how succulent your fillet looks and feels. I truly hope you mean it, when you say you desire to see your fillet on one of our plates tonight, because it really could happen.”

“Such is the wish for all potential menu-item waitresses, Mr. Queen,” Kaori replied as her pretty smile broadened and pride filled her eyes, “for it is part of our duties. Thank you for your compliments, Sir. I will leave now leave to help Cheryl with her preparations while you make your careful appraisal of Colleen’s prime cut. Colleen, I fear there will few preparations left for you to help with when these men are done with you. They are very thorough in their assessments. Should I bring another round of Lactic Blasters when I am no longer needed on the dance floor?”

“No, Kaori, not yet,” Wanda broke in softly before explaining, “we will nurse the drinks we have for a while. We want Diana to joust well when the nightly lottery is over. Please do check back again though, when it’s time to pass out the lottery numbers.” Wanda giggled as she watched Hank Pym stare with lust in his eyes at the Japanese girl’s fit naked behind as she rushed onto the dance floor.

Wanda turned back to Colleen, flashed a friendly smile, and, as she nodded in turn, said, “Hello, Colleen, I’m Wanda, and this is Zatanna, Dinah, Oliver, Hank, Janet, Diana, and Sue. This is our third night at Final Fantasy, and as you might have guessed by our sitting at this table, we are friends with Mr. Jennings. Why don’t you stand behind and between the boys and tell us a bit about yourself as the men make their…appraisal. How long have you worked at Final Fantasy?”

“Thank you, Wanda,” the sultry, blue-eyed redhead replied in what sounded to be her best bedroom voice as she stepped forward as the men turned their chairs to face her, and spread her feet shoulder length apart and crossed her hands behind her back. “It’s good to meet all of you. This is my fifth night of very exciting work at Final Fantasy, so I’ve done this a few times before. Go ahead with your assessments, gentlemen. Like Kaori, I think I carry a Grade A fillet. I really don’t understand why I haven’t got it snapped up yet!”

Oliver grinned as he pressed the fingers of his right hand, palm downward over Colleen’s mons pubis, eliciting a slight gasp from the big breasted girl standing before him. As he pressed his hand against the clean-shaven pubic mound, and gently pinched the sides of the waitress’s pubic mound inward with his fingers and thumbs, he quipped, “It sounds like you wouldn’t mind getting your prime cut ‘snapped up’ Miss. She’s certainly got a meaty mound, don’t you think, Hank? Is it just the attraction that these girls tell me Jessica has on some women, Colleen, or do you have a reason to want to earn that pension Bill pays you waitresses’ next of kin?”

“Hey, Sir,” Colleen replied with a prideful grin as she watched the blonde man without a beard nod in agreement as he repeated the bearded blonde’s assessment of her pubic mound with his left hand, “I’m twenty-three and have already gone through a lot of rounds with The Lottery. Riding Jessica and having a pension sent to my father isn’t the worst thing that could happen. Especially, if that pension allowed dad to pay a dowry for my seventeen year old sister and get her papered when she finishes high school. Dad won’t get much for me if I win The Lottery and end up government meat!”

“No, I suppose not,” Oliver agreed as he watched Hank pull his left hand away from the girl’s crotch. He smiled as the girl moaned as he pressed his the rigidly straightened fingers of his open hands, palms pointed towards each other, upward between her the waitress’s legs to press against her crotch on either side of her vulva. “You’ll provide some lucky guy a very meaty meal some day, Colleen,” Ollie chortled as he pushed his hands gently towards each other while gently pressing his thumbs into the redhead’s labium between her labia minora and labia majora, and gently pinched. “Don’t you agree, Hank?”

“Why thank you, Sir,” Colleen giggled as she felt Oliver pull his hands away and then moaned more loudly as Hank pressed his fingers into her crotch and pinched his thumbs inward, “I certainly hope so. I do try very hard to keep my meat in the best condition possible!”

“Very meaty, Ollie,” Hank agreed as he looked up into the smiling face of the girl squirming above him. “She’s already moist too, and there is still more assessment left.”

“Yeah, I noticed that too, Hank,” Ollie replied matter-of-factly as his partner pulled his hands back. “Just what kind of meat would I be eating, Colleen…if I talk Hank into Japanese food?” Ollie chuckled as he lifted his hands back up and pushed his fingers into the waitress’s labium, between her labia minora and labia majora, and gently pressed into her inner lips and lower vagina with his thumbs, noting how lubricated the redhead already was and the abundance of her pink meat.

“OH…you mean ethnicity!” Colleen exclaimed as she squirmed over the bearded blonde’s probing digits. “Most of my family tree on both my father and my mother’s sides are Irish, Sir.”

“I might be up for Irish food.” Oliver Queen proclaimed with a laugh as he gently rotated the tip of his right thumb around the margins of Colleen’s larger than average clitoris, eliciting a loud moan from the girl. “Based on your abundant pink meat, your prime cut should be very flavorful, Colleen. Don’t you agree, Hank?”

Colleen blushed as she felt herself growing ever wetter as Hank Pym began assessing her delicate sexual tissue, and stammered, “Thank…you…for the…compliment…Sir! Are you…going…to…put me…on…Jessica’s back…Sir?”

“I bet she juices herself, if we do, Ollie!” Hank exclaimed as he rubbed the redhead’s swollen clitoris with his right hand. “She does have lots of pink meat and she’s darn wet right now.”

“Do you think?” Oliver replied dryly as he lifted his right hand upwards. “One hand each. Let’s see if we can get her to do what the coaches got Janet and Zatanna to do!” As the redhead gasped, and moaned, and cooed above them, both men probed her vagina with fingers while they took turns stroking her clitoris with their thumbs. “You do know whichever one of us pays for this fine fillet is going to have sex with you before it gets speared, don’t you, Colleen?”

“YES…sir!” Colleen gasped softly in a raspy voice. “I fully…expect…to get…my fillet…tenderized…before it…get’s harvested. I…get…Jessica…then?”

“Stop debasing her and answer her question, boys,” Wanda hissed angrily as she saw the deepening frowns on her girlfriends’ faces. “You’ve made your appraisals…and you are not the coaches! Most men from this society would frown about embarrassing a newly promoted girl in front of her subordinate colleagues.”

“Wanda is right, Hank,” Oliver replied with a frown on his face as he dropped his hand away from the redhead’s crotch. “Besides, Colleen might remain more eager for the spit if we leave her unfulfilled.” He nodded as an obviously disappointed Hank Pym withdrew his own hand, and then looked upward into the obviously relieved waitress’s face with a friendly smile. “If you’re still on the menu when Hank and I get hungry, Colleen, I think you will get to ride Jessica. Please don’t worry about it though, or daydream about it either. We likely won’t spend our fillet money this shift, and with big breasts like you’re carrying, we still might see you earn your pension the other way. Besides, after you leave, Hank and I need to flip a coin to see who would get your fillet when we are hungry!”

“Why thank you Mr. Queen and Mr. Pym!” Colleen replied pleasantly as she smiled with genuine satisfaction. “Those were some of the nicest compliments I’ve ever got. Please do enjoy your evening at Final Fantasy, and do let me know if I can provide you my fillet. In the meantime, I’ll go see if I can help finish getting ready for the dancing contest.” Dinah laughed as she watched both men stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the nude redhead as she hurried away.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Bill Jennings called out loudly with a broad grin on his face from the kitchen-counter side of the dance floor as he held his hand towards a blue-eyed brunette in her early thirties standing proudly on the opposite side of the observation deck, “it is with great pleasure that I introduce the head coach of Metropolitan University’s tournament champion girls’ gymnastics team, Sally Landry. Congratulations on a fantastic win, Coach, and thank you for being a really great sport and agreeing to help us out by participating in some special events we have planned at Final Fantasy tonight!”

Sally Landry grinned from ear-to-ear as she stood with her slightly drooping pinkish-brown-tipped C-cups on full display while the nightclub audience loudly applauded and cheered, before bowing quickly and then hollering, “GO DRAGONS! Yes…YES…yes…thank you Mr. Jennings for hosting this celebration of Metropolitan University’s incredible gymnastics tournament double win. That’s right, folks, the boys’ gymnastic team, under the great leadership of Head Coach Taft and Assistant Coach Sacrino, won as well. It is with great pleasure that I participate in the special events that you have planned tonight, Bill Jennings. However, I must admit that I am looking forward to my first participation in an event tonight, more than the last event I participate in. The floor is all yours, Bill.”

“Thank you, Sally,” Bill Jennings replied with a hearty chuckle. “I’m sure you will get some big kicks out of being stool tipper for our imminent dance contest.” Bill grinned as he earned both laughs and groans for his hanging quip, and chortled, “However, I’m told making a partial donation to the worldwide food chain is also rewarding. One way or another, Coach Landry, has agreed to allow herself to be debreasted for your viewing pleasure tonight folks! Let’s give Sally another round of applause!”

As cheers, catcalls, and laughter filled the room, Bill grinned at Sally and winked. The university athletics coach responded by nodding downward to her own bust and then shrugging her shoulders, to indicate the impending demise of her chest ornaments wasn’t particularly troubling to her. Finally as the applause quieted, Bill held his hand up and called out, “Can we get the air dancing contestants to line up along the edge of the dance floor now, in stool order, stool 1 nearest Coach Landry and stool 5 nearest me?”

Bill Jennings smiled as four topless girls hurried from where they had been standing along the kitchen’s outer west wall onto the dance floor, and called out, “Here they are, ladies and gentlemen, four-fifths of tonight’s air dancing contestants. Perhaps we should verify that these girls know what they are getting into and then allow them to introduce themselves. It is my understanding that you girls drew numbered cubes for stool position while I was introducing Coach Landry, correct?” Bill smiled as all four girls smiled nervously and nodded, before asking, “And you all do understand that this competition is not for the length of a dice role but, instead, to the last girl dancing, right?”

Bill chuckled out to the audience as all of the girls grew pallid and the smiles left their faces as they nodded yet again. “Good!” the nightclub owner spat with a grin. “You clearly understand that only one girl will be let down from her rope alive tonight. That means at least three of you are volunteering to become long pigs for Final Fantasy’s roasting pits. If you want to make sure our judge, Coach Landry, knows you are still alive, do air dance, at least slowly, for my customers viewing pleasures.”

Bill Jennings grinned at the nervous contestants and assured them, “We, of course, will provide Coach Landry a way to verify that a girl, or rather sow, has surrendered to the noose…ah, here is Cheryl now with the prod!” Bill, the contestants, and the audience watched as the blonde nightclub manager handed the gymnastics coach a tool that looked very much like a short fencing foil and pointed to a gun-like trigger below the handle. “Coach Landry will apply the tip of the prod to the clitoris of any air dancer suspected of losing consciousness and pull the trigger, causing the prod to generate an electrical shock. If the sow being prodded is still alive at the end of her rope, I guarantee she’ll start kicking. It would be best to try to avoid the prod being unnecessarily used, girls…it might cause you to lose valuable air, and more than a few applications might cook your tender part before the rest of you is put over the hot coals out at the barbecue pit patio. Now, why don’t we have you introduce yourselves, starting with the girl who will be, temporarily, standing on stool 1.”

Bill nodded to the long-haired Oriental girl with swooping pinkish-brown-tipped C-cups who stood nearest Sally Landry. The girl managed a shy smile before nervously announcing, “My name is Hoshianna Kono. I am 23 years of age and work as a sales clerk at a clothing store. This will be my seventh air dancing competition, although the first that did not follow the roll of dice.”

“I’m Stephanie Palermo,” the blue-eyed blonde with shoulder length hair next to the Japanese girl called out. “I am 22 years old and am a secretary at an insurance office. I’ve air danced thirteen times before tonight…twice until I was the last girl dancing. These other girls are meat!”

Bill Jennings stepped before the blonde and lifted her perfect brownish-pink-tipped D-cups, one in each hand, before observing with a hearty chuckle, “A bold prediction for such a well-endowed girl, Stephanie. You would have an even better chance of winning if we lighten the load your neck will be taking by having you make a partial donation to Final Fantasy before taking stool 2. Would you like me to take these lovely D-cups off of your chest?” The nightclub owner laughed as the blonde vigorously shook her head negatively, and chortled, “Next!”

“Carrie Fischer here, Mr. Jennings,” the brown-eyed short-haired brunette carrying perfect, but tiny, pinkish-brown-tipped A-cups next to Stephanie calmly announced. “I’m a 20-year-old mechanic and electrician…kind of a handyman…or handy girl rather…with my own business. I don’t like getting teased for having tiny tits…so I challenged these other girls to this hanging duel…my sixth to-the-last-girl-dancing competition.”

“Well, Carrie,” Bill Jennings chortled as he smiled at the short, slender girl wearing a ragged pixie cut, “why don’t I make the same offer I made Stephanie. Let me harvest those itsy bitsy breasts of yours and put an end to the teasing. Sound good to you, Miss Fischer?”

“What and lose my bait for setting up these air dancing duels?” Carrie replied while giggling with obvious excitement. “Not a chance, Mr. Jennings! You’re on Carol!”

“Right, Carrie, I am!” the athletic looking black girl with short hair and laughing brown eyes standing next to the small breasted girl proclaimed with obvious pride. “Yo! Peoples! We saved best for last. I be Carol Parker, a pharmacist with Walkers Drug Store in midtown district. I’m 25 and can’t wait to walk off this dance floor still carrying these perfect C-cups o’ mine! This may be only my third air dance and the first to-the-last-girl-dancing…but that girl is gonna’ be me! Let’s put tiny tits outta’ her misery and make it so Stephanie can stop bleaching her dark-brown Italian hair. Hoshi…you just picked the wrong day to compete, girl!”

“There you have it folks,” Bill announced as he turned towards the audience, “the girls who will be standing on stools 1 through 4. Now whose going to take the fifth and final stool and risk being cooked over the fourth and final roasting pit out on the barbecue patio? I’d prefer that final noose to be around the neck of a papered girl cum sow. Let’s have one of you men volunteer your wife!”

“What about sending Janet out there, Hank?” Oliver asked dryly with a wry grin on his face as he stared out to the beckoning nightclub owner. “She qualifies as a wife and you’re the only husband at the table who could volunteer one!”

“Tempting, Ollie,” Hank Pym replied with a silly grin on his face, “but my winsome wife no longer has a clitoris for the prod to be applied to if she gets lazy. Besides, Wanda is the air dancing fanatic at the table. How about it, Miss Maximoff? Will you take a stool? I really enjoyed your air dance during that Wizard’s Lair breast bondage special, by the way!”

“I’m sure you did, Hank,” the Scarlet Witch replied with a sheepish smile on her face as she remembered her recent time on the gallows in a familiar dungeon. “I spent a lot of energy try to shake those suction tubes of my sexy bits, and nearly died that day. While it’s true that I kind of like air dancing…when there is a pretty good chance I’ll survive the dance…I’m not suicidal. This sort of duel, where four out of five girls are destined to die, is not my cup of tea! Besides, I’m pretty sure Bill is about to get a papered girl volunteered. Isn’t that right, Dinah?”

“Yeah!” the ponytailed Justice Leaguer nodded with a wicked grin on her face as she stared out past the coaches’ reserved table. “This is a perfect chance for Sydney to trap me into that Club X visit…if I don’t manage to get my tits ruined tonight!”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bill Jennings announced loudly over the buzzing room, “I do believe a housewife is going to join our dance contest. “Am I correct, Sydney Thatcher, in that you are volunteering your wife to become a sow and take a stool?”

“That’s right, Bill,” the carrot-topped man replied with a cool, calm voice. “My Heather, here, managed to get her C-cups minced earlier tonight, and has stated she prefers hanging to being live butchered. Stick her on stool 5 and hang her with the rest of those bitches! Leave her in the noose even if she manages to be the last girl kicking. I wouldn’t mind taking her carcass home with me if she manages to turn those other four into long pigs!”

“As there are no breasted papered girls being volunteered, I accept your offer to have your sow, Heather, hung, Sydney” Bill replied with a discontented look on his face. “If my roasting pits are full, I’ll have my butcher dress the long pig Heather becomes for you to haul her meat home with you later tonight, otherwise she gets the fourth barbecue pit. It’s indecent for a filly to air dance with her fillet covered, so you can have your wife dump her evening dress at your table, Sydney, before she makes her way over here to take stool 5.”

The nightclub owner turned from the nervously smiling hazel-eyed debreasted blonde with shoulder length hair, who was busily letting her dress drop to the floor, to the lineup before him and commanded, “Off with the bottoms, girls! You’ll be dancing nude, as custom dictates, making your clitorises vulnerable to electri-frying! Once you’ve stripped, cross your wrists behind your back. Once I’ve got your hands tied, take a stool and wait for Coach Landry to noose you!” Bill chuckled as the blushing girls pushed their bottoms down to their ankles before stepping twice to be free of them and then quipped, “Good luck to all of you! I hope that you all enjoy your air dances, and that most of you make great meat!”

Bill Jennings hurried to stand behind the raven-haired Oriental girl while Sally Landry moved out onto the center of the dance floor so that she could supervise Kaori and Colleen as they stretched thin cords out from the bases of the debreasting booths. The head waitresses were carefully tying the ends of the tipping ropes around notches at the bottoms of the rear legs of the three-legged eighteen-inch-high stools, which had been placed under nooses that had been lowered from five ceiling winches. Bill grunted as he plucked a length of twine from a tray being held by his facilities manager, Cheryl, and deftly secured the Oriental girl’s wrists as she crossed them behind her back without being told. Bill worked his way down the lineup, finally taking a position behind Heather. He made quick work of tying the debreasted wife’s crossed wrists behind her back before commanding, “Take positions behind your assigned stools, sows, but be careful not to step on the tipping cords while you’re waiting to be told to mount your perches for noosing. GO!”

The nightclub owner chuckled as all five sows hurried to stand behind stools with their fillets on full display and their hands tied behind their backs. Meanwhile, Cheryl had deposited her now-empty tray on the food ordering counter and had taken her position next a line of wall switches, while Kaori, carrying a sixth stool, stood behind Hoshianna who was behind the stool under noose 1 with Colleen beside her to her left.

As Coach Landry moved to the right side of the Oriental girl, she tersely instructed, “Step up onto the stool, Miss Kono! The head waitress beside you will help you keep your balance while I noose you.” Sally smiled as the nude Japanese girl quickly did as she was instructed, and Kaori placed the stool she had been holding behind Hoshianna’s perch. The gymnastics coach handed Kaori the clitoris prod and quickly stepped up onto the vacant stool, pulled the hanging noose over the shivering girl’s head, deftly pulled Hoshianna’s long raven tresses out of the inside of the noose, and tightened it around her slender neck with the knot to the left under her jawbone.

“Up on your tippy toes, Miss Kono!” Sally Landry commanded in a loud, firm voice. The raven-haired girl smiled as she complied, before Sally called out, “Take up the slack in the rope, Cheryl.” The head coach watched as the slack in the rope leading to Hoshianna’s tightened neck noose was pulled tauht as the new facilities manager operated the wall switch. Coach Landry stepped off of her stool, satisfied that Hoshianna would have to remain on her toes, lest she begin her own hanging before stool tipping, and, along with the two head waitresses, moved to take a position behind noose station 2.

After Colleen helped the blue-eyed blonde onto her perch and Kaori placed the sixth stool on the floor behind stool 2, Sally stepped up, quickly pulled the noose over Stephanie’s head and her shoulder length locks out of it, and slid the noose knot downward while she placed it in the correct under-jawbone position on the left side of the bleached blonde’s trapped neck. “Onto your tippy toes, Miss Palermo!” Sally Landry commanded, and smiled as the girl of Italian descent immediately complied. “Remove the slack in her rope, Cheryl, and give her a little help in keeping those big boobs of hers aloft!” Sally chided and then stepped downward. She grinned as the hangman’s rope became taut, ensuring the noose around Stephanie’s neck would remain tight around her neck, and, along with the head waitresses, hurried towards noose station 3.

Seeing that her turn to be noosed was at hand, Carrie stepped up onto her tool and patiently waited for the coach and waitress to assume their positions with laughter and excitement in her gleaming brown eyes. She grinned as the athletics coach pulled the hangman’s noose over her head and tightened it around her neck while carefully positioning the knot under her left jawbone. She understood that, while only a small percentage of girls suffered broken necks during these no-drop hangings, the knot was still positioned so that the second cervical vertebra might be fractured if the drop was sufficient or the girl’s air dance was violent enough. It was tradition.

Her noose tightened around her neck, Carrie lifted herself up so that her toes held all of her 87 pounds and giggled as Coach Landry chortled, “I see we have an eager air dancer with you, Miss Fischer. I think I should give that obviously swollen clitoris of yours a little extra electrical attention as the contest progresses…just to make sure you don’t enjoy your dance TOO much. Get the slack out of her rope, Cheryl, and make sure tiny tits here is truly perched on toe tips before her hanging begins!”

Carrie’s grin widened as her ceiling rope slowly became taut, and then winked at Cheryl as she was pulled up on the ends of her toes so that she would have to let her noose take some of her weight. It was obvious that Final Fantasy was going to let her fully risk her life in this competition, despite the excellent work she had done in both Mr. Jennings’ nightclub and dairy in recent months. Carrie Fischer wouldn’t have it any other way! When she was let down from her rope, she wanted everyone to know she had won fairly—she knew that attitude would see her someday become meat at the end of a rope—she just hoped this wasn’t that day.

Coach Landry shook her head as the sound of the small-breasted girl’s breathing indicated her airway was being restricted by the upward pull on her noose, and stepped towards noose station 4. “Up on your stool, Miss Parker,” Sally ordered softly. “We need to get you ready to hang.” Sally grinned as the dark-skinned girl nervously complied while Kaori placed the sixth stool behind her. The gymnastics coach quickly stepped up and pulled the noose over the short-haired girl’s head and tightened it around her neck with the knot correctly positioned. “Up on your tippy toes, Carol,” Sally ordered tersely. “You’ll be dancing sooner than you’d like I’ll wager.” She grinned as the girl frowned and groaned as the slack was taken out of her hangman’s rope.

Sally Landry stepped towards noose station 5 and chided, “You may as well step up onto the stool and prepare for an enjoyable dance, Mrs. Thatcher. As you heard your husband’s instructions as he volunteered you for this contest, Heather, you are the one girl who knows this dance will end with you becoming meat no matter how long you manage to fight the rope. To be honest, I think you are the luckiest girl in the lineup. You can enjoy entertaining the audience without worrying about making a mistake.” Sally grinned as Heather blushed badly before stepping up onto her stool.

As Coach Landry stepped up onto the stool Kaori had placed behind the debreasted papered girl, she calmly admitted, “Of course, in a way, I’m in the same position. Under one circumstance or another, I know that my boobs are going to be murdered tonight. At least you have that behind you, Mrs. Thatcher.” As she pushed the noose over the hazel-eyed blonde’s head and pulled her shoulder length tresses out of it, before pushing the slip knot downward to tighten the ligature, she quipped, “However, I don’t, and if I get lucky with the lottery too many more years, my meat grading will drop to the point where I may only be worth becoming meat cuts…if I don’t get the grinder. Yes, you are a lucky sow, Heather, though a short time ago you were a pampered papered girl. Up onto your tippy toes, sow, and prepare to entertain the audience while I make you meat!”

Sally Landry watched as the teary eyed debreasted girl complied and lifted up onto her toes and then Cheryl used a wall switch to take the slack out of her ceiling rope. She called out, “These sows are ready for hanging, Mr. Jennings. You may make your wagers while I take my position beside the stool tipping switch. Kaori, give me the clitoris prod! I’m going to enjoy electrocuting these sows’ sex lives if they try to avoid entertaining us by fighting their ropes. I think I’ll give each girl a buzz, even if she is kicking, at least once. I wouldn’t want them to miss out on a memorable experience!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter, before chortling, “Yes, Coach Landry, and were I in your position, I wouldn’t want to miss out in the memorable experience of using the clitoris prod on the air dancing contestants either! Okay, ladies and gentlemen, as I announced earlier, I will be betting stock fillets on the outcome of this hanging duel. Final Fantasy is willing to wager that Carrie Fischer, standing on the stool under noose station 3, will be the last sow dancing, and the only contestant to be let down from her rope to once again become a girl. Any male willing to bet pays me the price of a stock fillet if he loses, and any girl losing her bet surrenders her breasts to my kitchen as she dangles them before a bend-over bar. My waitresses will record your bets. You folks may bet amongst yourselves as well, but if you use my bend-over bar and Zatanna hoop knife, my kitchen gets the harvested breast bacon. You have only five minutes to make your wagers. We wouldn’t want our contestants’ feet to get TOO tired, would we?”

“I could bet against Bill, seeing as I didn’t have to spend my stock fillet money to trade for Janet’s breast bacon, Ollie,” Hank Pym whispered softly as he stared out to the dance floor. “Which girl do you think is going to last the longest?”

“Well, the big-breasted blonde has the edge in experience, Hank,” Oliver Queen replied matter-of-factly, “so she won’t likely lose her nerve. If I were going to bet, I might go with her.”

“Yes, but the black girl looks athletic and seems to be the one with the most confidence,” Dinah Lance asserted with a giggle. “Those are both pluses when it comes to a game of survival. Besides, the blonde’s over-bloated tits are likely a liability rather than a blessing when her neck has to support her body weight.”

“Are you going to bet your C-cups against one of Bill’s fillets, Dinah?” Zatanna asked with a mischievous grin on her face. “If so, you might consider that those big breasts don’t amount to that much added weight. I let myself get hanged regularly as part of the escape artist part of my stage show.”

“Dinah, don’t even think about betting,” Sue interrupted with concern in her voice. “Now that Mr. Thatcher has met your terms, he would likely make you ride Jessica if he thinks you are trying to avoid death games by gambling your breasts away.”

“I hate to say this, Dinah, but Sue’s likely right about that,” Janet agreed with a nod. “You’ll have to rely on losing one of your next two booth stints to join my flat-chested status. Hank, don’t bet away that money…use it to by us girls hors d’oeuvres or something to enjoy when you boys are munching on fillets later tonight.” Janet quickly held out the food menu for her husband to see. “If Ollie doesn’t get to trade for Dinah’s breast bacon later tonight, you boys could even get us steaks!”

“’Twould seem easier to get used to this culture than one might have imagined, friend Janet,” Princess Diana admitted with a sheepish grin on her face, “for I also find myself craving red meat, though I know that the animals providing the meat cuts are female humans. ‘Tis most strange! What are your thoughts, friend Wanda? ‘Tis time for more drink, is it not?”

“I think Dinah is right about weight, including breast weight, being a liability,” Wanda replied softly. “That is one reason Bill is betting on Carrie…the lightest girl out there. Ollie is right about experience as well, although anything can happen when your neck is in a noose. Note that Carrie only mentioned the experience she has with this sort of hanging duel, rather than total experience. I also know Bill only bets on what he thinks is a sure thing. I won’t be betting my breasts against him. I believe Sue is right, Dinah, you better not bet your breasts with Sydney and Jessica’s in the same room! Finally, I’ll decide if I want to expand my experience with 41^st Century food groups when the time comes, Diana. Time to decide, Hank! Here comes Kaori. Get us one more round of Lactic Blasters…nurse this one Diana…you need to be able to joust well later!”

As Kaori stepped behind Wanda with an expectant look on her face, Hank Pym nervously chuckled, “No bets here, Kaori. We’re not up for stock, rather than fresh, fillets. Well actually, I don’t think we’re likely to be ordering any food before the halftime events have been concluded. We would like another round of Lactic Blasters, however, when you get the chance.”

Kaori smiled and replied, “Yes, Mr. Pym, Sir. I will bring another round of drinks very soon. Thank you for making your plans clear.”

As Kaori hurried away, and confusion filled Hank’s face, Oliver dryly explained the relieved look on the waitress’s face, “Way to go, old buddy! Kaori’s shift as potential menu-item waitress likely ends just as the last special event of tonight’s extended halftime finishes. You just told her you weren’t going to put her on Jessica’s back…unless of course we’re going to hold out for a late night snack.” Dinah broke into laughter.

“Well, well, well,” Bill Jennings exclaimed loudly as he finished nodding to the big-breasted redhead before him and turned to face the audience, “Colleen, here, informs me that we have quite a few bets on which sow will survive this air-dancing competition. It seems I’m either going to turn a tidy profit tonight…thanks to Metropolitan University’s double gymnastics championship giving us an excuse for this fine bash…or I’m going to run out of stock fillets. Ah, well, either way I’m going to enjoy the entertainment. When you’re ready, Coach Landry!”

“You bet, Mr. Jennings!” Sally Landry spat with obvious excitement from her position near the wall switches on the far side of the dance floor. “Good luck to all you sows, and may you dance long and well for the audience’s entertainment.” Sally reached up with her right hand and fingered the end switch as she barked, “Three! Two! One! LET’S DANCE!” The gymnastics coach flicked the lever-like switch downward, making a soft click that was almost immediately followed by the clanking of tipped stools sliding and bouncing on the dance floor toward the empty debreasting booths as the tipping ropes were suddenly retracted into the booth bases, and the creaks of ropes suddenly pulled taut.

Heather Thatcher gasped as she suddenly felt the upward yank on her neck; the gasp blocked by the constriction around her windpipe manifested itself as a soft gurgling sound. She instinctively stabbed her feet downward and backward in an attempt to regain her footing and stop the terrible, inexorable pull of gravity. Finding no stool to stand on, she thrust her feet to one side and then another, still seeking a way to take the weight off her neck. Then, on the verge of surrendering to uncontrollable panic, she finally steeled herself and accepted her situation. Although she had doomed herself by getting debreasted earlier in the evening, her ploy to avoid live butchering had succeeded. She was being converted to meat—was dying—but in the manner of her own choosing.

Even as the headache that always accompanied being hanged began throbbing through the debreasted papered sow’s brain, the glow of self-satisfaction filled her soul. She had WON! Heather was being given one final chance to prove herself! Prove herself she would! She would enjoy her last dance, but would do so in an unexpected manner. Rather than fighting the rope and dancing wildly, she would prove her courage to the husband who had first gambled away her C-cups and then condemned her to death. Heather Thatcher was going to win this air-dancing contest! She would see the other four sows become meat before herself! She would know that every male that had bet on a winner would lose a small fortune, and that every girl that had wagered would be forced to make partial conversions as their breasts dangled before a bend-over bar to facilitate being harvested. Heather grinned! It would be a rich harvest indeed for Mr. Jennings, and her husband would be taking her own meat home with him!

Heather gurgled as she attempted to chuckle. The breastless sow forced herself to hang limply while tensing her neck muscles in an attempt to keep the flow of blood through her carotid arteries and jugular veins from being restricted. Her pounding headache lessened, telling her she was slowing her own death from cerebral ischemia—slowing the blockage of blood, and the oxygen carried by said blood, that would ultimately result in brain death.

Heather Thatcher sensed Sally Landry step before her. She forced her hazel eyes open and smiled downward to the blue-eyed brunette with slightly drooping C-cups that were now tipped with turgid pinkish-brown nipples. Heather had expected that her own surprising limpness would motivate the gymnastics coach into her duties as dance encourager. She forced her dangling feet apart, and gave the sports heroine easy access to her sexual center. Her gurgling grew louder as she felt the cold steel of the tip of the fencing-foil-like prod touch her engorged clitoris. Then she felt the throbbing electrical current flow into her delicate organ as the coach pulled the device’s trigger. She wanted to scream as agony bathed her loins. She fought against the urge—to lose the air in her lungs would only hasten death. The buzzing pain in her privates seemed to go on forever as she fought for limpness. In the end, however, the debreasted blonde surrendered to the pain, and began kicking and twisting, causing the noose suspending her in air to tighten around her neck. She didn’t want her tender organ cooked—it needed to give her one final climax as she died at the end of a rope!

“HOLY SHIT!” Hank Pym exclaimed with obvious excitement as he stared out to the dance floor. “That breastless beauty is really kicking now! God, that’s sexy!”

“You’d kick too, Pym,” a smirking Zatanna chided derisively, “if a cattle prod was being applied to the end of your penis…even if you knew the resulting jerks would cause the noose around your neck to tighten and kill you fas…”

“Shut the fuck up, Zatanna!” Oliver Queen interjected gruffly. “Stop popping off while we’re trying to enjoy the show. I can’t stand know-it-alls ruining my entertainment!”

Dinah giggled loudly as she pulled her eyes from the hangings and Coach Landry working her way up and down the lineup with her clitoris prod to stare at the fascination in her bearded boyfriend’s green eyes. The ponytailed Justice Leaguer chortled, “Ollie finds the sight of girls being hanged erotic too, Hank. He had me give him head while we watched your wife, Janet, and Wanda take turns getting hanged by Arcade on television a few years ago. He wanted to see if he could keep from cumming longer than the audience participants Janet and Wanda were taking turns giving blow jobs to while the other girl hanged. He couldn’t! Your Avenger girls’ dances were too sexy.”

“I’m glad to hear that Janet and I helped spice up you and Ollie’s sex life, Dinah,” Wanda quipped with a grin on her face. “Actually, while not wanting to sound like a know-it-all myself, I think most men…and women…find the sight of a girl with a rope around her neck sexy. I think it was that Jane Fonda movie, Cat Ballou. It’s why you include hanging in the escape artist part of your magic shows, isn’t it, Zatanna?”

Zatanna Zatara nodded silently in agreement with Wanda’s question. She wasn’t going to risk irritating Oliver any further. It was clear that the Green Arrow held a grudge against her for her using the hoop knife on him at the start of the evening. Besides, the show on the dance floor WAS fascinating. Most of the girls were using the dangling limply technique to prolong their lives while being suspended in air by a noosed rope around their necks. It had earned them early electricity prods to their clitorises from the female gymnastics coach. The tiny breasted girl in the center of the lineup, however, had implemented a different technique. She was slowly moving her feet backward and forward in a fashion that mimicked walking. Her walking-on-air gait was so smooth, however, that there was no sway in her rope. As a result, she hadn’t yet been given a taste of the clitoral prod. That was about to change!

Carrie Fischer frowned as she sensed the brunette gymnastics coach step before her and forced her brown eyes open. She hadn’t expected Mr. Jennings to complicate the air-dancing competition by adding the fencing-foil-like clitoris prod to the event. Despite her wrists being tied behind her back, the young female handyman managed to shrug her shoulders as she grinned down to older girl now aiming the tip of the prod towards the apex of her legs. She would have to take her turn having her tender sexual center electrocuted just as the other girls had. Carrie forced her legs apart to give the sports heroine an easy target. The tiny breasted girl knew the purpose of the prod was to get the hanging sows to kick and jerk for the audience’s pleasure. She knew the prod would stay in contact with her swollen clitoris until the coach was satisfied with her more vigorous dancing.

Carrie frowned as she felt cold steel touch her sensitive clitoris and saw Sally Landry fingering the prod’s trigger. She guessed that about five minutes had passed since stool tipping. Experience told her virtually all of the girls would survive ten minutes in their nooses—at least without the clitoral prod being employed—so they would all be getting their sex lives electrocuted at least twice. That could do real damage to a girl’s love button if the electricity flowed through it for any length of time. Carrie began violently kicking and twisting, while concentrating on keeping her neck muscles tensed as much as possible, as soon as she felt the buzzing current begin flowing into her loins. Surviving her air dance wouldn’t count for much if her sex life died while doing so.

Carrie Fischer gurgled in relief as the strumming energy stopped flowing into her privates as her twisting broke the contact between the tip of the clitoral prod and her swollen clitoris. Then the brown-haired girl struggled to regain control of her feet as the coach, seemingly satisfied with the level of encouragement she had administered, headed towards the debreasted girl at the end of the lineup. Soon, Carrie was back to her slow, gliding walking on air.

Once again, the limply hanging Heather Thatcher sensed the head coach take a position in front of her. The breastless blonde knew the drill, and again forced her legs apart to give the dance instructor access to her clitoris. Heather could tell from the gurgling sounds around her that some of the other girls were already struggling at the ends of their ropes. Some of them must have danced too long and hard during their first prods. The papered girl suddenly realized that the cost of victory JUST MIGHT be sacrificing her final orgasm before death!

As rhythmic jolts of pain followed the application of cold metal to her tender pride and joy, Heather steeled herself. She would make her husband proud of her. She would make him regret gambling away her breasts and condemning her to death. She would win this air dancing duel, although she would be made meat despite her victory. She remained limp while holding her legs apart despite the agony buzzing through her loins for what seemed to be an eternity.

Heather Thatcher remained brave even when the soft hissing sound reached her ears. The breastless papered girl remained limp despite the smell of cooking meat that began to permeate the air.

Sally Landry grinned up at the breastless blonde above her with amazement in her blue eyes. Couldn’t the papered sow hear the sizzling sound of her clitoris being electri-fried? Couldn’t she smell her clit candy cooking? The head gymnastics coach shook her head in disbelief. This sow was obviously done dancing regardless of the tormenting encouragement Sally was giving her. Coach Landry chuckled softly as she noted the turrets at the tips of her own C-cups. The debreasted sow was both foolish, like a certain girls’ team head gymnastics coach she knew so very well, and brave, like that head coach hoped to be when she offered these very breasts up for sacrifice later in the evening.

Sally shrugged her shoulders and headed towards the other end of the lineup. If she couldn’t get the debreasted girl to do a proper air dance, she might as well get someone else to entertain the audience. She grinned out at the audience that suddenly broke into laughter as, except the tiny breasted girl in the center of the lineup, each sow she passed, the black girl, the Italian girl, and then the Oriental girl, began kicking more vigorously.

“How long has it been?” Janet Van Dyne asked excitedly to no one in particular as she watched the head coach take a position in front of the Oriental girl who was suspended by her neck nearest the do-gooders’ table. “Can anyone else smell that faint aroma?”

“They have been hanging for over seven minutes now, Janet,” Sue replied softly with concern-filled blue eyes, “and, yes, I can smell the electrical burns Mrs. Thatcher has suffered. Like most of the girls out over the dance floor, I think I would find my feet thrashing in air as I tried to avoid getting my own sexual center electrocuted to death.”

“Aye, friend Sue,” Diana agreed jovially, “I think most girls might, despite the fact that such a fearful reaction would hasten an end to consciousness, making death of the entire body certain. ‘Tis a fate that will not much longer be forestalled this night for all but one of those girls!”

“You mean those girls are going to start dying, Diana?” Hank asked with a shocked look on his face. “While the whole room watches?”

“And the light bulb comes on at last!” Oliver quipped dryly over Dinah’s laughter. “Didn’t you listen to the rules, Hank? Only one girl walks away from this duel alive. How long before the competitors stop dropping out, Sue?”

“Wanda and Zatanna are the experts, Oliver,” Sue replied softly as she watched Coach Landry raise the prod tip towards the tiring Oriental girl’s privates, “but I was already unconscious at six-and-a-half minutes the only time I was hanged. Remember, as Diana noted, unconsciousness means being left in the noose for this duel.”

“On the other hand, I was still conscious when Vladi Wizard filled my womb with inseminoid plant spores after hanging me for about nine minutes as part of that breast bondage special webcast we were discussing earlier,” Wanda Maximoff chipped in with a far-away look on her face as she stared out to the dance floor and remembered that day.

“We should be in for at least several more minutes of air dancing entertainment” Wanda continued as she brought her attention back to the present. “Buck up though, Hank! Girls…I mean sows…will begin dying…soon! Do keep in mind that men around here see that happen on a regular basis…and that you and Ollie were planning on murdering a pair of waitresses yourselves later tonigh…OH! That doesn’t bode well for the Oriental girl’s chances of winning this duel!”

Hoshianna Kono screamed at the top of her lungs as the coach below her again applied the clitoral prod to her tender nub sending a throbbing pain into her tender organ. The scream, blocked by the constricting rope around her neck, came out as a long, drawn out, raspy gasp. Hoshianna began kicking wildly, hoping that her vigorous dancing would get the brunette below her to leave her before her tiny organ was permanently damaged. Then, as the coach stepped in front of her Italian competitor, Hoshianna felt shame flood through her numbing mind. She had given into panic and lost valuable air. She had been a fool to enter into this duel, and would likely soon bring shame to her father! With great effort, she stilled her feet and struggled to hang limply.

Stephanie Palermo could still smell the aroma of roasted clitoris in the air, but the memory of the sound of the Oriental girl’s escaping air was also fresh on her mind. As Coach Landry raised the tip of the electrical prod towards her, she crossed her legs in an attempt to protect her tender clitoris from another session of electrocution. She felt the coach below her grab her right ankle with her left hand and hiss, “Open up, sow, and take your medicine! Do it NOW! The longer you resist, the more electricity you get…even after you begin air dancing to my satisfaction!”

The blue-eyed blonde Italian immediately forced her feet wide and waited for the strumming buzz of electricity to be sent into her clitoris. It was no use! She couldn’t avoid torture, but she might still avoid being made meat. Stephanie immediately began kicking her feet backwards and to the sides as the painful throbbing through her pleasure button began; true to her word, the gymnastics coach continued to send electrical current into her sexual center. Soon, the young secretary was dancing in air with abandon, causing her perfect turgid-nipple-tipped D-cups to bounce and sway.

Sally Landry grinned out to the audience as the big-breasted girl’s reckless thrashing brought applause, and stepped before the tiny breasted girl hanging limply from the center rope. The coach grinned back at the girl as she once again spread her legs to accept the electricity Sally would soon be applying to her swollen sex organ. Except for obviously tensed neck muscles, the smallish girl hung limply and waited to be tortured. The girl’s pinkish-brown nipples were puffy and erect. Sally could only conclude she was enjoying her air dance. The gymnastics coach decided the brunette with a pixie cut was having too much fun.

Carrie Fischer waited impatiently with her legs spread wide for the clitoral prod to be applied to her sexual center. After what seemed to be eternity, she felt cold metal on her tender organ, followed by throbbing jolts of tissue damaging energy. Carrie immediately thrust her feet further apart and then brought them together again. She repeated this move over and over again, causing her noose to slowly tighten into her neck, while the brunette coach cruelly allowed the agony to continue to flow into her clitoris. The tiny breasted girl began to fear her sex organ was suffering serious damage, but forced the thought of screaming in protest from her mind. Finally, the coach stepped to the side, and Carrie resumed her relaxed suspension and slow air walking.

Carol Parker stared with terror at the tip of the electrical prod that was being pushed towards her engorged clitoris. She could still smell the singed flesh wafting from the breastless girl to her left, and had heard the girls to her right take a second dose of electricity for what seemed to be an outrageously long period of time. Carol panicked! She wanted to be let down from her rope! She didn’t want her sex life cooked! She kicked out at the hand lowering the prod tip towards her love button with her right foot as viciously as she could manage.

Sally Landry, more instinctively than with premeditated purpose, caught the athletic girl’s right ankle in her left hand. Angry at the embarrassment she had narrowly avoided, Sally pushed the tip of the probe against the girl’s sex organ and pulled the trigger. Despite the frantic kicking and twisting the electrical current elicited from the dark-skinned girl, the coach held the prod tip in place. The seconds passed slowly as the bold black girl desperately fought her rope in an attempt to avoid a sordid fate. Sally grinned as her nipples became rock hard and her sex became wet as she poured electricity into the struggling girl’s clitoris!

The terror flooded through Carol Parker’s mind. She was dancing as hard as she could, but still the enraged coach was electrocuting her priceless clitoris. Then she could smell it—cooking meat! Her sex life was being destroyed! Her precious love button was being electri-fried! She screamed in abject horror! Astonishingly, despite the noose around her throat, she heard the shrill rasping sound of fate being sealed! Carol ran as fast as she could!

“It’s a good thing you didn’t bet your breasts, Dinah,” Janet observed softly with a wicked grin on her face. “You’d have lost them as they dangled before a bend-over bar, and then likely would have rode Jessica for Sydney Thatcher.”

“The athletic-looking black girl isn’t unconscious yet, Janet,” Dinah pointed out with confusion filling her face. “I mean, sure, she lost air with that scream, but if she can go back to hanging limply, she still might win.”

“Maybe, Dinah, but probably not,” Zatanna interjected softly. “It’s pretty hard to stop kicking frantically once you’ve started. I think she’s toast. Hell, it’s been over ten minutes! They’re all busy dying above that dance floor.”

“I don’t believe I’m sitting here watching this,” Hank Pym hissed softly with a silly grin on his face. “I can’t believe I’m watching girls voluntarily hang to the death in the nude. I can’t believe I’m watching girls getting their love buttons cooked with electricity. GOD! The debreasted girl is starting to smell again as Coach Landry uses that prod to fry her clitoris! GOD! I have a hard on! Is that weird or what?” Hank blushed as his tablemates laughed.

Heather Thatcher was only barely aware of Coach Landry taking a position before her yet again. She knew that her inability to concentrate on her own dire situation meant that cerebral ischemia was taking its toll on her brain cells. The breastless blonde chuckled softly as she suddenly realized death was finally setting in. Now she was glad her own fate was sealed! Better death than to be let down from her rope a brain-damaged moron. Heather felt the cold prod touch her clitoris, and realized that sensation meant her sex organ wasn’t cooked clit candy yet. She climaxed! She moaned as she felt erotic ecstasy flood through her brain. It was time to dance! She willed her legs to kick…her feet to fly. She could barely manage to make them move.

Sally Landry watched the wet liquid coat the labial lips of the debreasted blonde above her, and drops of the musky liquid fall to the dance floor. The papered sow was climaxing as she hung by her neck in a noose at the end of a rope! Sally knew that meant that either the sow thought she had won the contest and was about to be let down, or she had accepted the fact that her death was imminent. The gymnastics coach watched as the sow’s feet moved slightly, slowly to-and-fro. It was the latter! For at least one sow, the dance contest was about to end.

Coach Landry pulled the clitoral prod off the debreasted sow’s sexual center and lowered her arm to her side. She would let the sow enjoy the little life she had left in orgasmic climax. She turned and headed towards the other end of the lineup, noting that the athletic black sow hanging limply from noose station 4 didn’t react to her presence. The tiny breasted sow hanging from noose station 3 ignored her as well, but was still managing her smooth-gaited air walking. The Italian sow hanging from noose station 2 brought her knees up towards her huge breasts as Sally passed before her, seemingly another attempt to protect her clitoris from another jolt of electricity.

Upon reaching noose station 1, Sally raised the tip of her prod to the Oriental sow’s clitoris. The limp sow gave no reaction to the touch of cold steel to her tiny, tender organ. Sally Landry pressed the trigger on the handle of the prod; still no reaction from the raven-haired sow! Sally reached up with her left hand and inspected the sow’s vulva, before pressing her fingers into the back of the sow’s lower left thigh. The vulva was dry, and she couldn’t feel a pulse. “This one’s meat,” Sally announced in a quivering voice, “and she didn’t get off before dying.” Some of the buzzing audience broke into applause.

Coach Landry stepped to her right, and stared up at the bleached-blonde Italian sow that was kicking her feet to-and-fro erratically. This time the big-breasted sow did not react to her presence. Wetness coated the girl’s inner thighs. She had climaxed at the end of her rope. Sally raised the tip of her clitoral prod to the air-dancing filly’s vulva. The sweat-drenched sow with a purpling face seemed unaware of the cold metal pushing against her sexual center, but her erratic kicks were being made with less energy as each second passed. “This one is still a sow…for the moment…and she definitely enjoyed her dance,” the gymnastics coach observed with obvious sarcasm as she fingered the trigger to the prod. She hesitated, thinking, ‘Not much fight left in this sow…why waste electricity on her?’ The gymnastics coach stepped to her right again.

“This sow is still far from being meat,” Sally Landry declared loudly as she smiled up to the red-faced tiny-breasted pixie-cut brunette hanging from noose station 3. Sally was flabbergasted as the smallish sow grinned back at her. Then, as she raised the tip of her electrical prod toward the girl’s engorged clitoris, she watched the sow frown and prepare herself for throbbing electricity. “The sow’s thighs are still dry, though, so maybe we’ll spare her sex organ for the moment, and let her enjoy entertaining us with her air dancing…for the moment.”

As Coach Landry stepped before the limp black girl, she noted the wetness on her upper thighs as she closed her left hand around the back of the sow’s lower thigh just above her knee. Not feeling a pulse, Sally chortled loudly, “She came, she went, and now she’s meat. Two down, three to go!” Again there was scattered applause from the raucous onlookers as Sally stepped to her right.

The debreasted blonde sow was still swinging to-and-fro at the end of her rope, but her eyes were nearly closed and showed little awareness of Sally Landry’s arrival before her, and her feet hung limply above the floor with toes pointed downward. Sally grabbed the back of the girl’s lower thigh and squeezed—she thought she could feel a pulse, but it was ever so faint, and the blonde’s usually fair-skinned face so very purple. She applied the tip of her electrical prod to an already damaged clitoris and squeezed the trigger. No reaction! “This sow climaxed plenty,” Sally announced loudly, “despite her clit having been burned with electrical energy, but now she is meat despite the papers she brought with her tonight. Two air dancers left…sort of!”

Heather Thatcher heard a far off voice announce that some papered girl had been turned into meat after managing a nice cum despite having a cooked clitoris. Her muddled mind wondered who the poor girl was as the audience applauded, before the epiphany struck her that her own demise had just been proclaimed. ‘No…NOT MEAT!’ screamed trough her mind. She tried to yell out, but managed not even a gurgle. She wanted desperately to win the air dance…not lose…before being made meat. She knew she had to kick her legs! She desperately commanded her feet to dance! Nothing happened! She was too weak! As the gymnastics coach stepped to her left, Heather’s world faded to black.

Carrie Fischer heard the kicks to her left become slower and weaker and finally stop. Then the handyman heard Coach Landry announce the papered sow’s death. She had won! Carrie gurgled loudly as a massive climax flooded through her loins, and she let her feet fly as she danced with reckless abandon. The time had come to enjoy her air dance. The time had come for the crowd to see her best moves. By the time the athletics coach was passing before her on a journey to her left, Carrie was alternating between kicking her feet sideways in an armless jumping jack motion and lifting them straight upward before thrusting them straight downward as if trying to leap on air. Her noose was rapidly becoming ever so tight around her neck, but the tiny breasted sow didn’t care. Soon she would either be let down from her rope, or expire as a winner.

“This sow is meat!” Carrie heard Sally Landry proclaim loudly after the girls’ team head coach had tested the back of the Italian sow’s leg for a pulse and then applied her electrical prod to the bleached blonde’s clitoris. Carrie could smell cooked meat as she heard Sally proclaim, “We have our out winner after fourteen minutes and thirty seven seconds of air dancing! Cheryl, could you please let Carrie Fischer down from her rope. If she is still alive…we’ll let her take a bow before the audience…with Mr. Jennings taking over the Master of Ceremonies role, naturally.” Carrie grinned proudly as her mind became muddled, “She’d won! That would teach those fools for teasing her about her cup size!” Carrie sensed her body was being lowered towards the floor, and then the world blurred and faded.

Chapter 28. Ominous Foreshadows

“JEESE!” Janet Van Dyne exclaimed loudly as she shook her head in disbelief while she, and the rest of the cheering audience, watched the nude head waitresses pull the wobbly, but conscious tiny-breasted girl to her feet. “Nearly fifteen minutes of being hanged by the neck and she can stand on her own two feet. If any of us had dared challenge her in that hanging duel…!”

“We’d be dead!” Wanda Maximoff proclaimed grimly. “And, a while from now, our corpses would be out on the patio deck being roasted. As always, this…city…proves to be safe for no female…including us. Despite our training and experience, girls, we must never take anything for granted here.”

“So says the lady who volunteered to play some more death games a month from now!” Zatanna quipped loudly with a sneer on her face. “Maybe you should rethink things, Wanda, and stop coming here…because of the friends you might lose, or might lose you, due to that lack of safety for female kind?”

“No, Zatanna,” Wanda replied softly with a perplexed look on her face, “it is the sordid fate suffered by womankind here that demands we return and put this world aright…despite losing lives.” The auburn-haired Avenger shrugged her shoulders and forced her frown into an apologetic smile while avoiding eye contact with everyone at her table. Then she nodded out to the dance floor and urged, “Now hush…everyone…I want to hear what Bill has to say, and give that girl my applause!”

“Close your mouth while we do so, dear,” Janet Van Dyne chided jovially as she grinned at the astonishment filling her husband’s face. “Yes, those girls still in the nooses are what they call meat around here!”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bill Jennings called out loudly with a broad grin on his face as he stood to the left of a jubilant looking Carrie Fischer while a relaxed looking Sally Landry stood to the tiny-breasted girl’s right, “although the winner of this hanging duel is obvious, I’m going to make it official. Congratulations, Miss Fischer! You have been released from your noose to stand beside Coach Landry and me as a girl, while your challengers are meat destined for my roasting pits. Let us give this young lady the applause she deserves!”

Bill Jennings beamed with self-satisfaction while Carrie blushed badly and Coach Landry fidgeted nervously as the raucous crowd cheered and clapped. When the applause finally began to die down, Bill asked loudly, “Miss Fischer, how do you feel now that your victory in this duel has been secured?”

“WOW, Sir,” Carrie Fischer replied nervously as she continued to blush before the rowdy crowd, “there isn’t an easy answer to that question…umm…because I have lots of mixed emotions right now. Certainly I’m grateful that I managed to hold out longer than the girls that I was competing against. I must admit I feel I got a bit of revenge over their teasing me for my small tits. I’m more than a little relieved that my love button still seems to work fine…I had one heck of a fun cum when I realized victory was at hand…but…umm…next time I’ll read the rules governing the duel more carefully. No more clit prods for me…electrical current running through your sex really blows! I would like to thank Coach Landry, though, for her excellent air-dancing motivation during the duel…umm…great job Coach…and to congratulate all the coaches and gymnasts for Metropolitan University’s double tournament win! Finally, I would like to admit that air dancing really makes a girl hungry! Any chance I could have Hoshianna’s fillet for my victory meal? I’m in the mood for Japanese food!”

Bill Jennings and Sally Landry exchanged glances as the tiny-breasted short-haired brunette held her arms up in victory and danced with excitement as the crowd clapped and cheered. Bill was in a good mood. Things were continuing to go more-or-less as planned, and the night was going to build his nightclub’s reputation as the in place to go, while likely bringing him a hefty profit as well. He noted that Sally was grinning like a Cheshire cat, and was obviously still sexually excited based to the turrets tipping her C-cups. Perhaps it was time to start putting the head coach in her place, and bring the prideful handyman back to earth as well.

“THANK YOU! Ladies and gentlemen, THANK YOU!” Bill hollered out at the audience, somehow managing to bring the cheering and clapping to an end. “Yes, Miss Fischer, Sally performed outstandingly as a motivator, although I would expect nothing less from our great and triumphant head coach. Coach Landry, you deserve a reward for your performance! No! Our bet still stands! After Diana, Princess of Joust, defeats your gymnast champions, I will harvest your breast bacon myself. I was thinking that as a reward for supervising the hanging duel, you might like to collect the bacon from those girls foolish enough to bet against Miss Fischer, here, in the same fashion you might lose yours? What? You feel out of practice? Well, start by using a Zatanna hoop knife on Carrie’s little A-cups…or are they double-A’s? That will lessen the chance that Carry finds herself in another hanging duel in which clitoral prods are employed!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter as both of the living girls on the dance floor beside him found their smiles wiped from their faces and gulped loudly. After a few seconds of both girls blushing, Sally Landry shrugged her shoulders and grinned again, before observing loudly, “That sounds like fun, Mr. Jennings…the harvesting part I mean. I still am confident that my gymnasts will defeat their worthy opponent and allow me to keep my breasts for a bit longer tonight, though. Can we get some twine up here, Cheryl? Let’s get Carrie’s wrists retied behind her back before making her breastless rather than tiny breasted!”

Bill roared with laughter again as Carrie squirmed and looked genuinely reluctant to make a small partial donation to the worldwide food chain. He chided jovially, “What, Miss Fischer? Surely you wouldn’t mind parting with a few ounces of flesh? Oh…I see! I’m a bit thick sometimes.” Bill grinned, as a smiling Cheryl, carrying a tray full of twine lengths, bent and picked up a pair of blue denim shorts from the edge of the dance floor. “I failed to note that you have been standing here with your fillet exposed. A full conversion it will be then? NO! No! We won’t put you back in the noose. I think it’s time our audience got to see a Jessica in action, don’t you, Miss Fischer?”

Bill’s laughter continued as Carrie began shivering, and then grinned as the handyman suddenly had an epiphany and shook her head before smiling. After Cheryl handed her the shorts, Carrie quickly slipped them on. “I would like to thank both Carrie and Sally for being good sports, ladies and gentlemen. Carrie, naturally you get to celebrate your victory, but you’ll have to select any of Miss Kono’s meat cuts except a fillet. Fillets are going to be hard to come by before the night’s done. Coach Landry, I WAS being presumptive about the outcome of the final balance beam joust game tonight, but if you’d still like to, you may harvest my gambling winnings for me.”

“Now,” Bill began as he shifted his attention from the girls on the dance floor back to the audience, “those of you who lost your bets, I do hope you can be equally good sports as you pay up, and now is the time to do that. I’ll also be a good sport, seeing as I now have four long pigs for the coals…after they remain in their nooses for a bit longer to ensure they don’t wake back up once they’ve been let down from their ropes. From now until the nightly lottery begins…for the next 15 to 30 minutes…all barbecued meat entrées save fillets are now forty percent off. Ladies and gentlemen, do enjoy the entertainment as some of you pay the price of lost wagers, and others risk their assets in the debreasting booths. The Game room is again open!” Bill returned to the alternate reserved table adjacent the dance floor while Carrie hurried off to find her friends and Sally and Cheryl prepared the bend-over bar for use.

Sue Richards tore her eyes away from the limply hanging corpses still in their nooses over the dance floor. There were a half-dozen or so men, all looking more than a bit displeased, lined up before the food-ordering station with the small rectangles Sue knew to be this century’s version of debit cards in hand. Meanwhile, more than a dozen girls were jockeying for positions on the dance floor behind the waist-high bend-over bar before which Sally Landry stood with a Zatanna hoop knife in hand. Some of the female losing gamblers looked displeased, while others looked fearful, but most of the girls looked excited to be entertaining the audience with their unexpected partial donations. Coach Landry was obviously happy to be at the center of attention and about to take from the gamblers what she herself, one way or another, would be surrendering later in the evening. The pinkish-brown nipples tipping the coach’s slightly drooping C-cups were swollen and turgid!

Sue pulled her attention back to her own table. Wanda looked very pleased with herself, as the men pointed from one soon-to-be-breastless girl to another, obviously eager to see their sexual assets surrendered—clearly the big-breasted Avenger was happy with the way her girls’ night out was going despite the presence of men at her table. The other heroines looked content as well. Sue turned her attention to the room around her. The tables behind the do-gooders’ reserved table were buzzing with activity—most of that activity was being generated by customers trying to make food orders while prices were reduced. Then the matriarch of the Fantastic Four noticed the three buxom beauties standing before the Game room door in gym shorts—two of the girls were carrying huge double-D-cup breasts, but there didn’t seem to be any bacon hunters paying attention to the assets the girls seemed to be about to offer up for harvesting.

Suddenly, Sue noticed Jason Carlson pointing, first at the Game room door and then at the nearby Jessica machine, and the horror that filled Aneece’s face as he did so. Sue strained to hear what Jason was hissing at the lovely dark-skinned girl. Fortunately, he was raising his voice as his anger at the topless beauty in tight yellow bicycle shorts grew. Sue heard him tersely command, “Do it, Aneece! I promise that if you manage to get someone to take those perfect C-cups off your chest, I’ll let you live. Return from the debreasting booth whole, though, and I’ll put you on Jessica’s back, as I planned when I brought you here. I’m going easy on you despite your failing to keep your promised rendezvous with me and my men the other night. Choose! Partial conversion or live roasting over the coals!” Sue watched Aneece shrug her shoulders, stand, and hurry towards the three buxom girls who were still trying to decide whether or not they were going to play debreasting booth games.

“What are you thinking, Sue?” Wanda asked as she saw her blonde friend’s eyes following the crestfallen black girl’s journey to the Game room door. “Don’t even think about getting involved with this…situation!”

“I wasn’t, Wanda,” Sue replied softly with a subtle smile on her face. “I know better than that! What I’m thinking is, right now might be a good opportunity to do a debreasting booth stint with a lower risk of getting my balloons popped for the boys’ viewing pleasures. If I can talk those two sets of double D’s into the Game room with Aneece…hopefully along with the third girl’s C-cups…I’m going to risk it. If I end up sitting through the half-time show flat-chested along with Janet…well at least Oliver will be easier to get along with!” Sue stood and hurried after Aneece.

“Did I just hear my name mentioned?” Oliver Queen asked dryly as he watched Coach Landry remove right breast number three from a losing gambler with the hoop knife. “Damn, that’s got to hurt, but she’s taking her medicine without complaint. I bet she tears up as her left breast gets amputated though.” Then Oliver noticed Sue’s empty chair and asked, “What’s going on?”

“Sue’s gambling that she can make it two-thirds home by playing a debreasting booth game amidst all of the ongoing distractions,” Zatanna replied with a chuckle. “She’ll have a really good chance of really pissing you off, Ollie, if she can get those two larger breasted girls into the Game room with her. Damn! I wish I had thought of this myself!” Dinah laughed as her magic-wielding teammate’s smile became a frown under her bearded boyfriend’s withering green-eyed glare.

“Hi, girls,” Sue said with the most pleasant smile she could muster as she joined the three confused looking girls and an obviously upset Aneece, “were you thinking the same thing I, and evidently Aneece’s escort, was thinking? I’d bet my breasts that the rest of Final Fantasy’s patrons are going to be too busy watching the gamblers pay up, ordering food, and getting in the mood for the nightly lottery to play the debreasting booth game from the kitchen side for the next little while. Now would be a great time to sneak in a free orgasmatron treatment! My name is Sue, by the way.”

“Do you really think so, Sue?” a tall short-haired redhead standing in the center of the original trio of girls asked softly with a worried look on her face. “I mean, Kaylynn was just saying the same thing to myself and Felicity before…Aneece, did you say…joined us. We, of course, were worried that Kaylynn was just trying to protect her C-cups from being harvested by having us hang our DD-cups out of the portals as bait for the bacon hunters. I’ve never had an orgasmatron treatment. What is it like? Would it be worth the pain that comes with losing the game?”

“Yes, I assure you I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think my chances of leaving the Game room whole were darn good, er…I didn’t catch your name, Miss,” Sue replied softly with as much confidence as she could muster.

“Sorry!” the redhead spat with hopeful excitement filling her blue eyes. “I’m Eva.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Eva, Felicity, Kaylynn, and Aneece,” Sue said nodding to each girl in turn. “The orgasmatron treatments are total heaven if you go for a really slow and painful potential debreasting method, Eva. I’ve sometimes worried about being climaxed into mindlessness frankly. It’s better than having sex…the pleasure beams do all the work while you just stand there and enjoy being brought to orgasm after orgasm. I’m told that even the girls who get there donations accepted find the treatments worth the pain that comes with having their breasts harvested, but, obviously, I can’t vouch for that personally. It certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing that can happen to a girl!”

“You mean, compared to riding Jessica and then live roasting impaled on a spit, getting debreasted over a pleasure beam emitter is really fun, don’t you, Sue?” Aneece asked with a quivering voice and hopeless resignation in her brown eyes. “You heard my escort tell me that if I don’t lose my C-cups, he’s going to slowly take my life?”

“Yes, I heard, Aneece,” Sue replied softly with a frown on her face. “The choice he gave you really blows, but he’s a guy and, as always, holds all the cards. Hopefully, one person, and only one person, will be in the mood to play the game from the kitchen side. Hopefully, that person will fancy melanin-rich C-cups. It wouldn’t be the first time. I’ve heard smaller, melanin-rich breasts make better bacon than fair-skinned larger ones. And yes, I spread that rumor as often as I can!”

“Hah!” the huge-breasted pink-gym-shorts-clad blonde standing next to Eva interjected before chiding. “That means that your Oriental C-cups might provide cover for our pale DD’s, Kaylynn! Still want to entice us into the debreasting booths to join you in getting our first orgasmatron treatments?” The long-haired blonde’s hazel eyes were filled with interest as she awaited an answer from her Chinese friend with shoulder-length raven hair.

“Yes, Felicity, I do,” Kaylynn proclaimed with laughter in her brown eyes. “I didn’t come to this debreasting booth nightclub with the intention of watching the other girls have all the fun. I’ve heard the orgasmatron treatments are not only wonderful, but so pleasurable that they are addictive. Let us start our life of addiction right now! What do you say, girls?”

“OH, all right,” Eva replied with a giggle, “if you’re going to put it that way. Any suggestions about how to play the game if kitchen-side players do show up, Sue?”

“Just be pleasant and try to get to know the other player, Eva,” Sue suggested with a grin on her face as she nodded to the redhead in white gym shorts. “If they covet your breasts, once you take a booth, they will have them and there is nothing you can do about it. However, this is a very social game. Try to guess what the other player is looking for. If you think they are looking to do a girl dirty, act like you are hoping to make a donation. If you think they want to pluck the sandwich meat from a willing donator, let them know you were hoping for a free climax without donating. The opposite goes for you, in view of your situation, Aneece. OH! Do try to enjoy the breast pleasuring, girls!” Sue pulled open the Game room door and ushered the other four girls inside.

“DAMN!” Hank Pym exclaimed as he stared at a very large tray on the dance floor just beyond the kitchen counter end of the bend-over bar. “That’s one heck of a pile of ta tas! Just how many girls did that gymnastics coach debreast, anyhow?”

“Yon tiny breasted girl, which Coach Landry is presently taking gambling loss payment from, makes fourteen, friend Henry,” Princess Diana observed with a chuckle. “She, the last to bend over the bar, will hardly notice the change in her bustline. AH! Kaori is finally on her way over with our drinks!”

“Well, from the way that brunette is sobbing,” Dinah replied with a giggle, “she at least thinks she’s going to miss those A-cups, Diana. She shouldn’t have bet something she wasn’t willing to lose! I wonder how I’ll take it when it’s my turn to get my chest ruined?”

“You’ll take it fine, Dinah,” Wanda assured the ponytailed blonde with a grin on her face. “I’m betting you enjoy the experience, despite the intense pain that comes with it. Yes, I realize the situation we are in is a bit different than that girl’s. Still, in a modern society, breasts are of no more use than wisdom teeth, appendixes, and tonsils. She will adapt to her new reality. Thank you, Kaori!” Wanda grinned as the nude waitress distributed the new round of Lactic Blasters around the table.

“You are most welcome, Miss Wanda,” Kaori replied pleasantly with a look of amusement on her face. “I am sorry for being so slow with your drinks. This night is most busy. The nightly lottery will begin soon, so I am also presently distributing the lottery numbers as well. I need to attach one of these to every breasted customer. I am most sorry, Miss Janet, you will not be able to participate.”

“That’s okay, Kaori,” Janet Van Dyne said softly as she stared at the nipple clip with two disks on it, each disk having the same number, a number unique to each clip, that the Japanese waitress was holding before Wanda. “I’ll make do with remembering the painful pinch those clips make as they are fitted to a girl’s right nipple. Do Wanda first while you explain the rules to Diana and Dinah!”

“Yes, Miss Janet,” Kaori replied as she fitted the clip over Wanda’s right, erect brownish-pink nipple and allowed the clip to close, causing the big-breasted Avenger to rub and pinch her breast tip as soon as the waitress moved her hand away. Kaori pointed to the clip that was already hanging from her own right nipple before assuring, “The clips are rather uncomfortable at first, but you get used to it. Colleen and I were the first two girls clipped, as we will automatically be entered into the lottery. As you can see, each clip has two disks with identical numbers on it. You need to leave the nipple clip attached to your right nipple until the lottery drawing is over. When I’m finished with your table, you remove one of the disks and place it in the open slot of one of those two cubic containers that have just been placed atop the bar. The green bin means you have agreed to enter the lottery; the red container is for the disks of those who are declining entering the lottery. My disk numbered 1 won’t go into either bin, but instead, along with Colleen’s disk numbered 2, will go straight into the drawing barrel.”

As Kaori fitted a clip to Zatanna, she continued with, “Tonight’s lottery is going to be quite unusual, as well as entertaining! Because of the hanging duel,” Kaori nodded to the corpses still hanging from nooses over the dance floor, “all of our barbecue pits will soon be occupied with long pigs. The two girls who have their numbers drawn tonight will be nullified, rather than being made meat.”

“If you are willing to risk such a fate,” Kaori continued as she clipped Dinah’s right nipple, “put one of your disks in the green container, and if your number comes up, well, Mr. Jennings will appreciate adding your breasts and clit candy to his pantry. If you are willing to risk the lottery and your number isn’t drawn, this night’s drinks are on the house…a moot point as all of you have done booth stints or balance beam jousts, earning you the same boon.”

“If you don’t want to participate,” Kaori explained as she fitted a clip to Diana, “and that is up to your own discretion, unless of course your male tablemates’ choose to exercise their male privilege to gamble your assets, put your disk in the red container. The disks in that container are used to verify your intent not to participate in the lottery should that be necessary.”

“I must admit that I am hoping that at least eight girls’ numbers are entered into the lottery tonight,” Kaori said softly in a quivering voice as she stacked the empty glasses from the last round of Lactic Blasters. “While I would gladly mount Jessica to earn my father my pension, I would not enjoy a pension paid to me after nullification. I very much enjoy sex. A vacuum tube extractor fitted over my sex life is something I hope to never experience. The fewer disks entered into the lottery, the greater my chances of seeing my number drawn!”

“Thanks for the explanation, Kaori,” Wanda replied softly as she tried to read Oliver and Hank’s faces. She hadn’t expected Kaori to remind them of their male privileges at such an awkward time. Both men seemed to be watching Sally stack the last severed breast on the large tray. “I do wish you the best of luck in the lottery, and hopefully we can help make things less hectic for you. I think this will be our last round of drinks until after Diana’s balance beam joust with the gymnastics team.” Wanda smiled as Kaori rushed away to deposit her tray on the food-ordering counter.

“You’re right, Hank,” Oliver Queen agreed softly as he watched Kaori rush back onto the dance floor to help Colleen lift the overfull tray of severed breasts, “that’s quite a pile of amputated tits. Judging from the rate at which girls get deboobed around here, you’d think this would be a city full of old, flat-chested women.”

“Even the debreasted girls become meat one way or another, Oliver,” Wanda replied tersely, “and usually at a fairly young age, so the percentage of debreasted to breasted girls remains both low and fairly stable. Before you make the obvious observation, I’ll give you the answer. They don’t run out of girls because they breed like rabbits. Not only do they have large families with predominately female offspring, but, in most settings, the men are allowed to breed with any unpapered girl that strikes their fancy. Final Fantasy is one of the few environments that a girl is safe from having sex forced upon her…unprotected sex!”

“Which booth did Sue end up in?” Zatanna asked softly to change the subject. “She must have her debreasting options set by now.”

“She’s in booth 3, Zatanna,” Janet replied softly as she nodded to fair-skinned D-cups. “It looks like the girls packing the double D’s took booths 4 and 5, leaving the two sets of C-cups protruding through the portals of booths 1 and 2. Weird! This is the first time in a while that one of us has chosen one-way transparency for the booth window. If Sue gets her balloons popped, we won’t get to see the look on her face as it is happening. Does that blow or what?”

Things had not gone smoothly after Sue had entered the Game room and stripped off her sky blue bikini bottoms. Kaylynn had made a beeline for booth 5 as soon as she had dumped her tan gym shorts, but Felicity had used her longer legs to catch her before the Chinese girl could enter the compartment. Sue had thought a catfight might break out as the huge-breasted blonde insisted that she and Eva would risk their double-D-cups in the safer booths near the corner of the room. In the end, Kaylynn had relented and settled for taking booth 2, leaving Sue and Aneece to choose between the two statistically more dangerous booths, 1 and 3. Aneece had shrugged and entered booth 1, leaving Sue to take the center debreasting booth.

Sue, the last girl secured in her bacon trap, was the first girl on the clock as she had made short work of setting ‘scissors’, ‘simultaneous’, ‘disallow nipple docking’, ‘dead slow’, ‘window transparency one-way’, ‘de-clit option no’, and ‘start timer’ on her debreasting options control screen after pushing her perfect D-cups into danger. The blonde superheroine had planned to select laser beam slicer as her potential debreasting method, but, at the last second, had decided to doom her chest ornaments to new sensations if she was unlucky in her gamble that her offered donations wouldn’t be accepted for kitchen use. Either way, Sue Richards was going to get a nice orgasmatron beam treatment. She just hoped she could accept the forced climaxes with proper aplomb. It wouldn’t do to treat the boys to another show of a blonde bimbo losing her composure. Sue giggled softly at THAT sordid thought.

Sue grinned as she watched the lottery disks being clamped onto her tablemates’ nipples out at her table. One benefit of taking a debreasting booth when she did was, not having to wear the painful clip for the full duration of lottery preparation to lottery selection. Then she saw Janet nod her way, and realized she still might join Janet in not getting to wear the clip at all. Sue searched the room in front of her. It looked as if she had gambled well—no one seemed to be noticing the breast balloons being offered up for popping. The Final Fantasy patrons were keeping the waitresses busy with food orders.

“Yes, Janet, it will suck to not be able to see Sue’s face while she’s getting her wrack wrecked,” Oliver agreed with a chuckle. “Of course, it would suck even more if she doesn’t get her chest pillows pinched. The lack of kitchen-side players is a bit troubling. Hank, why don’t you go check out her debreasting options? Maybe that will draw the room’s attention to all those boobs just waiting to be busted!”

“Yeah, I was curious too as to how she might get her ta tas totaled, Ollie,” Hank replied with a silly grin on his face, “but, seeing as the girls have been issued their lottery numbers, wouldn’t it be better if…?”

“Hank, my man, don’t worry about it,” Oliver assured softly with a wry grin on his face. “The girls and their lottery numbers will be here when you get back. The lines leading to both barrels are ridiculously long right now. Besides, I’m sure the girls aren’t going to risk missing Sue’s debreasting. They’ll wait till she’s boobless like Janet, or has her own lottery number to deposit along with the rest of them. Isn’t that right, girls?”

“Yes, that’s right, Ollie,” Wanda replied tersely with a strange look on her face. “Go ahead, Hank, and check out all of the girls’ debreasting options. Hopefully, we’ll all enjoy some more balloon popping entertainment, and then head for the green barrel, with or without Sue, just before the lottery begins.”

“Wanda, you meant the red barrel, right?” Zatanna asked softly with disbelief on her face. “We aren’t going to enter the lottery…right…even though losing means nullification rather than execution? And you aren’t secretly hoping Sue gets debreasted are you?”

“Yes, Zatanna, I meant the red barrel,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a look of embarrassment as Hank headed out onto the dance floor. “None of us girls are going to voluntarily enter ourselves into the lottery tonight.” Dinah burst into laughter as she realized the Scarlet Witch had left Zatanna’s final question unanswered.

Princess Diana chuckled as she nodded to Dinah before interjecting, “Of course friend Wanda is hoping to see friend Sue get debreasted, friend Zatanna. Has she not freely admitted wishing that fate for all of us. I suppose, if one must be honest, I too hope to see more tablemates surrender their womanly orbs for the entertainment of all. I trust my tablemates will do so bravely and without regret.”

Sue watched with interest as Hank walked out onto the dance floor. At first, he seemed to be heading straight for her perfect but pale D-cups. ‘Obviously,’ she mused, ‘Hank is out here to check my debreasting options. If his trousers tent at the crotch again, I’m going to really wish I’d stuck with the laser beam slicer!’ Then, much to the Invisible Woman’s surprise, Hank’s approach was diverted toward the corner of the dance floor.

“Nice ta tas,” Sue heard Hank chortle from the end of the line of debreasting booths, “so close to perfect in shape despite their huge size. How did you choose to get them removed from your chest, if you don’t mind my asking, Miss?”

Sue heard Felicity gasp, and, based on the position of Hank’s arms as she peered sideways through her booth window, assumed his lifting of her at-risk breasts had startled the blonde. “As you’ve no doubt already read, Sir,” Sue heard Felicity reply in a quivering voice, “I chose the debreasting booth standard—circular saw on medium speed. Are you going to harvest my breast bacon, Sir?”

“Nah, Miss, I’m not,” Sue heard Hank reply, “but I sure hope I get to see someone else do it! Me, I’m just our here doing a poll of debreasting methods. I predict the buzz saw is going to do very well, but I suspect the laser beam slicer is going to be the big winner.” There was a pause as Hank stepped closer to her, before Sue heard Hank chortle, “Damn, these knockers are tipped with the biggest areolas I’ve ever seen…nice thick and turgid nipples too! How do you plan on getting these ta tas taken off your chest, Miss?”

Sue heard a low guttural moan come from the booth to her left, and, once again, from the position of Hank’s arms, assumed it was Eva’s reaction to having the underside of her slightly droopy DD-cups palmed. Sue was a bit surprised as she heard the redhead calmly reply, “I don’t plan on getting those melons harvested anytime soon, Sir, but if you want them, take them. However, you’re going to have to work for them. I selected the knife as my potential debreasting method!”

“Not me, Miss,” Hank replied with a quirky frown on his face, “I’m just taking a poll. Even if I wasn’t, and I was up here looking for sandwich meat, I don’t think I’d enjoy being the surgeon that gives you a double mastectomy! That said, I will try to enjoy myself if I get stuck watching someone else slice and dice your lovely ta tas.”

Sue frowned as a grinning Hank Pym stepped in front of her booth window and she felt her turgidly tipped D-cups gently lifted in the hero’s hands. “Scissors, simultaneously, on dead slow, Henry, and I know you’ll enjoy watching the blades slowly rotate closed. You’ve got a wet spot at the apex of your tented pants crotch!”

“Jeese,” Hank quipped as his grin broadened despite his reddening face as he lowered her breasts and reached for her engorged nipples, “there’s no hiding my horniness is there. Hopefully, I’ll get some relief soon,” Hank admitted as he pinched and tugged the erect pinkish nubs, “and hopefully I’ll soon get to see you flat-chested like Janet, Sue. Now, on with my poll!” Sue shook her head in disbelief as she watched the scientist-cum-hero step to her right, and then ask, “Now, tell me, Miss, how is the lucky bacon hunter going to get to collect your perky C-cups?”

“Well, Sir,” Sue heard Kaylynn nervously reply in her singsong voice as the position of Hank’s arms indicated he was pawing the Oriental girl’s swooping breasts, “anyone interested in Chinese food is going to have to settle for watching my bacon get harvested with a bloodless laser beam rising up through the bases of my titties. I chose the dead slow speed though. I want a nice cum for my troubles, although, to be honest, I’m hoping not to make a donation.”

“HAH!” Sue heard Hank spat jubilantly as she watched him tease hard nipples protruding from small brownish areolae. “Score one for the laser beam slicer. Sorry, Miss, I’m hoping to watch you donate those ta tas. Yep! I’m nothing if not consistent. Now,” Hank jovially chirped as Sue watched him step farther to her right, “let’s finish off this poll. Tell me, Aneece, how are you going to get your perfect ta tas popped?”

“Please DO pop my balloons for me, Mr. Pym!” Sue heard Aneece urge with obvious desperation in her voice. “I’m going to get them slowly pinched off my chest with razor-wire loops. I helped you with your debreasting game earlier. Please help me now by slapping my debreast button!”

“I’d be tempted, Aneece, despite the fact that I’ve already amputated one set of perfect C-cups using razor-wire loops,” Sue heard Hank Pym admit as she watched him pull his hands back and shrug his shoulders, “if we hadn’t guillotined the ta tas off of those sorority girls such a short time ago. I’ve been told that I’ll get my manhood shortened by the length of my glans if I harvest more than one set of breast bacon per hour. That would put a crimp in the fun I have planned for this evening, so it’s not going to happen. However, I am hoping to see you get your lovely ta tas strangled to death…although in your case I’ll be fine with it not happening. I’d also like to see one of those Jessica machines in action…yes, I heard your escort’s ultimatum. The best of luck to you, Miss.” Sue frowned as Hank winked at her before turning and walking back to the principal reserved table.

“Circular saw on medium, knife, scissors simultaneously on dead slow, laser beam slicer from below on dead slow, and razor-wire loops on slow,” Hank announced with a smirk on his face as he pointed from one set of breasts hanging through debreasting portals to another. “None of those girls selected any of those adventurous sub-options.”

“Sows, Hank,” Wanda interjected with a broad smile on her face. “None of those sows are risking dockings or declittings. As soon as a girl is at risk of becoming meat, even partly meat, she becomes a sow. It’s good to see Sue loosening up tonight, isn’t it Janet?”

“Heck yes!” Janet agreed with a wicked grin on her face. “First the snippers and now the scissors! I was expecting our more conservative friend to fall back to the laser beam slicer this booth game. Hopefully, in view of Sue’s obvious desire to go home whole, getting her puppies knocked off doesn’t break her heart!”

“I’m glad…and surprised…you feel that way, Janet,” Zatanna chuckled with a thoughtful look on her face. “It means there is hope for you yet. Frankly, I think Susan is even less comfortable in this culture than I am. I really don’t understand why she’s been willing to make four trips to this…city…during the last three weeks.”

“Peer pressure!” Hank spat gruffly. “She knows Wanda loves this place, and can’t get here without Sue providing the transportation. The fact that you, Janet, have taken Wanda’s side in this matter has really put Sue in a corner. This should be you girls’ last visit to this place…for Sue’s sake.”

“All the more reason to make sure each and every girl at this table gets themselves debreasted for our viewing pleasure, Hank,” Oliver Queen pointed out dryly. “If Sue get’s bummed out over this so-called game proving to be unwinnable, none of these girls will ever again have a chance to get deboobed while being tamed over an orgasmatron emitter. Quick, Dinah, do another booth stint as soon as a set of portals get emptied!”

“Not until I ruin yet another girl’s chest, Ollie,” Dinah chirped with the gleam of excitement in her blue eyes. “But first, let’s hope that we get to see some tits ruined this booth game. It WOULD be cool if Sue joins Janet as a titless tablemate, but I really, REALLY want to see someone use a knife on those double-Ds hanging out of booth 4’s debreasting portals! Slapping a button, and watching a bunch of machinery ruin a girl’s chest is one thing, but grabbing hold of a girl’s body part and slowly hacking it off is another. Do any of you guys think you could do it…with a regular knife, I mean…not a hoop knife like Diana and the female coach used?”

“Yes, within this cultural setting, and especially if I was pissed off at the girl,” Oliver replied matter-of-factly.

“No, not with a regular knife unless it would save the girl’s life…without stepping on another male’s rights” Hank admitted softly, briefly contemplating Aneece’s situation. “After watching Diana perform Lorna’s forfeiture ceremony, I’m confident I could do in a pair of ta tas with a hoop knife though.”

“Never,” Zatanna spat with obvious disgust.

“I’d rather not harvest a sow’s bacon in that fashion,” Janet replied with a rare frown on her face, “and in this setting where I get to choose whether or not to pop a set of breast balloons, I’ll never have to.”

“Good answer, Janet, in that we all need to remember a sow is not a girl” Wanda broke in with a smile on her face. “All of us have slightly different takes on the hypothetical situation. In Sue’s case, I’m sure she would say her days as a bacon hunter were behind her, but leave room for contingencies, as Hank did. In my case, I would say yes, I might take a sow’s breasts in such a crude manner…especially if she wanted it done after voluntarily choosing to become a sow. I wouldn’t feel sorrow for the girl later either. It’s the girls that are involuntarily forced to become sows and, ultimately, meat, that I feel are wronged by this society.”

“Yes, I could and, under the right circumstances, would take the breasts off a sow, or even a girl, with whatever type of weapon was afforded to me,” Diana replied with a hard look on her face. Then she chuckled before pointing out, “You ignored friend Hank’s assertion, friend Wanda, that you force friend Sue to come to this place.”

“No offence meant to Hank, Diana, but I ignored his accusation because it’s pure balderdash,” Wanda replied with obvious irritation. “Sue knows that coming here with me does not require that she play the debreasting booth game, as she is now. She does want to win her games and go home whole, but I think she does relish the danger of losing as well. Furthermore, now that Sue has taught me to operate her transportation, she knows that I don’t need her to get here, so need not come at all. Frankly, I think Sue enjoys the challenges this…city…has to offer…such as very dangerous foxhunts.” Wanda caught Jason Carlson surreptitiously glancing her way, before adding in a whisper, “And I think she genuinely knows this society desperately needs the type of change that only we superheroines can make happen!”

“I agree with Wanda, Hank,” Janet said softly as she smiled pleasantly at her husband. “Sue knows what she’s in for here. We all do. No one should be here if they are not willing to take the risks. Furthermore, no one should be thinking that the risks are overstated. We’ve lost three girls already. Coming here, even if you’re telling yourself it will be just one last night of fun, would be stupid if you’re not willing to take the risks, because that one last night could very well be fatal. We are all here because we DO know the risks, but accept them!”

“Drop it, Hank!” Oliver commanded as he watched the other male at the table open his mouth to reply. “We’ve been over this already. Besides, it looks like your visit onto the dance floor worked. There are finally three hungry looking girls on the dance floor, and, unless I’m mistaken, it’s Sue’s knockers that they’re eyeing!”

Dinah laughed loudly before agreeing, “Ollie’s right! They are scoping out Sue’s D-cups, and she knows it too. Look at how swollen our tablemate’s breast tips have become!”

Sue Richards had, indeed, watched the three topless girls wearing dress shorts walk onto the dance floor. Two of the girls were green-eyed blonde’s carrying perfect pinkish-tipped D-cups. The older of the two girls, probably in her early twenties, wore her hair short, while the younger girl, likely still in her teens, had hair that ran all the way down to the small of her back. These girls, both clad in black, were obviously sisters, and the tan-clad hazel-eyed brunette with shoulder-length hair and swooping C-cups was obviously the older blonde’s friend or roommate. As soon as the three girls had reached their position in the center of the dance floor, just behind the corpses suspended from nooses, the younger blonde had pointed toward Sue’s D-cups hanging from the center debreasting portals.

Sue knew from the moment the younger girl had pointed that she was in dire danger of being debreasted. The older blonde had briefly pointed to the heroine’s left and made a whispered suggestion, but the younger blonde had shook her head and nodded back to Sue’s debreasting portals. Sue’s heart was in her throat pounding loudly as she watched the three girls talk and laugh. Sue’s pinkish nipples grew ever more turreted as she realized the older girls were encouraging the younger girl to make her first kill as a bacon hunter.

Sue Richard’s glanced at her booth’s timer—it was hopeless—she still had more than five minutes left before she would be freed from her booth restraints. The blonde heroine steeled herself as the three girls finally began walking towards her. She felt certain that she was about to suffer the painful loss of a debreasting booth game, and vowed to be a good loser. She was still embarrassed over her reaction to her earlier close call at the hands of the coaches’ first set of dates.

“Hi in there,” the younger blonde chirped excitedly as she raised her hands to palm the bottoms of Sue’s breasts, “I’m April. I was wondering if you would mind if I harvested your breast bacon.” Sue could feel the 18- or 19-year-old girl’s hands shiver with excited anticipation.

“Hi, April, my name is Sue,” the matriarch of the Fantastic Four replied, forcing herself to react as calmly as possible to the awkward situation. “I’ll take your statement as a question. I won’t be angry with you if you pop my breast balloons. I voluntarily climbed into this debreasting booth and offered up my bacon for donation to the worldwide food chain. It is every girl’s duty to provide food resources, sooner or later, is it not? I just hope your sister and her friend have schooled you in proper debreasting booth etiquette. Though I’m a willing donator now, I hope your breast pleasuring really makes me really regret not being able to experience such pleasure again, after you’ve poached my bacon.”

“Yeah, they told me, Sue,” the green-eyed blonde replied softly, seemingly taken aback by something. “So…you’re not going to be distraught when I slap your debreast button and the scissors begin slowly closing into your big, pale-skinned breasts?”

“No, April, I won’t be distraught when you seal my fate with the press of a button, and the scissors slowly begin to let the air out of my big balloons,” Sue replied with a giggle. “Now, let there be no mistake, I’m sure I’ll groan in pain a bit as my flesh begins to be sliced open. However, in my experience, a girl in my position will end up moaning in pleasure a lot more frequently than groaning, and once the climaxes start, I likely won’t even be aware of the agony I feel as I’m debreasted. Then you’ll hold severed breasts before my face, and I’ll know my days as a breasted girl are finally over. There is an upside to that; just a few days ago I resorted to earning money as a voluntary milk cow. It was disgraceful, and I’m scheduled to do another stint in the dairy in a few weeks time. You’re doing me a favor by popping my big milk bags! Why don’t we get the breast pleasuring started? Then, when you have me really cooing in pleasure, you can slap my debreast button and get my orgasmatron treatment started. It will be heavenly!”

April gasped and stared back to her sister who had taken a position with her friend slightly behind her. “Go ahead and start suckling her nipples, April,” the older blonde urged with a chuckle. “Don’t pay as much attention to what she says, as to how she reacts. I think she is trying to make you think that she is more willing to give up those big melons of hers than she really is.”

“Thanks, Jan,” April replied before turning back to Sue with a smile on her face. “You had me going there, Sue. I really have my heart set on doing a girl with pale-skinned, pink-tipped, perfect-shaped breasts like my own, but want her to be horrified at the prospect of being debreasted. I WILL make you enjoy feeling those big D-cups of yours get pampered for one last time. Then I’ll slap your debreast button and make you regret ever being born with breasts!” April bent and began suckling Sue’s left breast while she teased and tugged on the heroine’s right nipple with the thumb and fingers of her left hand.

Sue cooed softly in pleasure as she thought about her predicament. Then she said in the most confident and pleasant tone she could manage, “Now that you mention it, April, I can see your breasts are nearly a perfect match for my own. I mean, admittedly, yours might be a bit bigger, but they do look a lot like mine. Now I get it! This is your first time at Final Fantasy. Hey! This is fantastic. I get to be your first balloon popping experience! Wow! Hey! Surely you’re going to do a booth stint yourself later. You’re going to love it! Even if your donations get accepted on your first try! These orgasmatron emitters are pure heaven. I have two sisters who had their breasts poached here at Final Fantasy, and they can’t stop talking about their experiences! I can show you how to enjoy yourself, when it’s your turn later. Count on it!”

“NO!” April gasped as she straightened up with horror filling her face. “I won’t be taking a booth later. My breasts belong to my dad, and he would convert me to meat in the slowest and most painful manner possible if I return home without them. It’s bad enough that we have to pay for our drinks by entering the lottery on a night when the losers aren’t going to get spitted! Come on Jan and Adel. She’s right! My breasts are bigger than hers. Let’s do the pale-skinned double D’s hanging out of booth 5’s portals instead.”

Sue heard Felicity gasp and begin sobbing at April’s pronouncement. She shook her head in disbelief. The huge-breasted blonde had just sealed her fate—she was behaving exactly like the unwilling victim April was obviously looking for. Sue smiled sheepishly. At least she had spared her own breasts. Then concern replaced relief as she watched Jason Carlson walk purposefully onto the dance floor. It seemed obvious that a second set of breasts was going to get killed shortly, and although Jason seemed to be heading for booth 1, Sue doubted Carlson was going to save Aneece from Jessica by debreasting her himself. Sue fidgeted nervously as the handsome man with gleaming hazel eyes closed in on the debreasting booths.

As Jason reached a position in front of booth 1, his right hand flashed forward and inward, followed by his left hand, producing two loud cracks and a double yelp. Sue could just see the tips of Aneece’s breasts bounce from the slaps through her booth window, before hearing the angry looking man hiss, “Lose the tits, Aneece, or get your final cold-steel fuck as you ride Jessica! Your choice…my pleasure either way.” Then the man walked on past booth 1 and the sobbing girl within to stand before Sue’s booth. Again, his hands, first the right and then the left, flashed forward and inward causing two loud cracks.

“UHhh…OWE!” Sue yelped as the outer sides of her bouncing breasts burned with pain. Sue opened her mouth to yell in protest at the brutal man, but managed reign herself in as she remembered where and when she was. “Hi, Mr. Carlson…my tablemate…Wanda…told me your name. Are you tenderizing my breasts to make your sandwich meat taste better? I didn’t know that helped.”

“It doesn’t, you stupid blonde!” Jason spat derisively as he glared into the opaque booth window. “Didn’t Wanda tell you about your promised rendezvous with me and my friends Wednesday night? What in hell are you doing in that booth?”

“I’m trying to win my debreasting booth game and get a free orgasmatron treatment, Sir,” Sue replied with obvious sincerity, hoping Felicity’s moans of pleasure elicited from April’s nipple suckling would keep her earlier ruse a secret. “Look…Sir…I’m not trying to get out of the arrangement Wanda made with you earlier. Honestly, I’m looking forward to the game Wanda arranged for herself and three friends. As long as the game is conducted fairly, I want to be one of those three friends. However, I also committed to doing three booth stints tonight. My friends and I keep our commitments!”

“It will be fair…you can count on it!” Jason hissed, his anger giving way to mere irritation. “How does Wanda expect to keep her arrangement if I eat these tits tonight?” Carlson grabbed a breast tip with each hand and dug his thumbs into Sue’s nipples.

Sue intentionally issued a low, guttural moan before whining, “Please…STOP…you won’t be cheated. If I can’t make it, Wanda is sure to take my sister in my place.”

“Let me guess…Sue isn’t it…she’ll bring your twin…or slightly younger sister whose a brunette…right?” Jason Carlson asked with a thoughtful look on his face. “There’s nothing stopping me from debreasting you now and then playing hide-and-seek with your sis, then, is there, Sue?”

“Stupid me,” Sue replied trying to sound crestfallen. “You’re right! You can play the debreasting booth game with me now, and then have an even better chance of winning the game Thursday. It’s an older sister, not younger, so she’ll be slower and have less stamina than I would have. She’s a natural blonde like me, but she is what we call in the country a Goth. She dies her hair black and wears heavy black makeup.”

“One of those damn fatalists…a death worshiper?” Jason hissed with obvious disgust, and then grinned as he could tell Sue was nodding from her breast tips in his hands. “Rancid meat, every one of them! In that case, I would prefer you to be with Wanda Wednesday night, Sue. I guess I won’t debreast you now, after all.” Just then, there was a loud click from booth 5 as April paused in her breast pleasuring to slap Felicity’s debreast button. “However, I won’t stand here and protect you either, Sue. When that buzz saw,” Carlson nodded to his right as his voice became evermore threatening, “finishes working its way up through pale-skinned double-D’s, I’ll show you and your friends what’s going to happen to you Thursday after we catch you…right before you get hanged, beheaded, or hand spitted!”

“Yes, Sir,” Sue replied softly, and politely, as she finally smiled again despite the desperate pleading issuing from booth 5; Carlson had finally released her breast tips. “We’ll make a good game of it if you give us even more motivation to run fast and hide well, Sir.”

“I’m sure you will, Sue,” Jason chuckled over the scream of terror being issued by Felicity. “I guess she can feel the breeze from the circular saw under the drapes of her breasts now, Sue. You’d think she didn’t want to share her breast bacon with the girls on this side of the booth, wouldn’t you, Sue?”

“We can’t all be good losers, Sir,” Sue replied softly as Felicity sighed in forced climax. “Good losers and humble winners…now those are attitudes worth striving to for aren’t they, Mr. Carlson, Sir?”

“I suppose they are, Sue,” Jason acknowledged softly with a thoughtful look again on his face. “I hate to do this over that song of agony and ecstasy being issued over there…thank God the blood is spraying the other direction…but, tell me about the university field trip leader at the dairy the other day. Was she a good loser? You were there, weren’t you, Sue?”

“God damn it!” Oliver Queen spat angrily. “What’s taking so long? Why hasn’t he hit Sue’s debreast button yet? It was bad enough watching that young blonde give her a pass!”

“Patience, Oliver,” Wanda urged softly as she giggled at her male tablemate. “He’s not going to slap Sue’s debreast button until the circular saw has finished off the girl in booth 5’s big breasts and she is done shrieking and sighing…if at all. Carlson will be assuming that if he takes Sue’s breasts now, he’ll miss out on a shot at the rest of her meat. Patience! I know it’s hard. However, you will see more tablemates lose breasts sooner or later. I promise!”

“Yeah, Ollie, including my tits,” Dinah interjected while laughing. “Besides, you should be watching the buzz saw ruin those monster tits down at the end of mammary row. At medium speed, that chest is getting wrecked fairly quickly despite her huge wrack. Speaking of huge wracks, you’ve just got to do a booth stint if you win your Balance Beam Joust game, Diana.”

“No, friend Dinah,” Diana replied tersely as she lowered her glass of Lactic Blaster, “I do not have to get myself forced climaxed in one of those booths while someone paws my breasts on this side of those debreasting portals before removing them from my chest. I will suffer such indignity only if Clark sacrifices his manhood for my viewing pleasure in exchange for the privilege of coming to this place to watch my suffering, and Lois Lane takes a debreasting booth before I do.”

“Another replayed conversation, ladies,” Janet whispered with a wicked grin on her face, “which should be left for another day. Wanda’s already got us committed to more risky girls’ night out adventures than you can shake a stick at. Just watch the pretty girl get her puppies sawed off…and close your mouth while you are doing so, dear.”

“Yes, wife, I’ll do that,” Hank Pym replied with a silly grin on his face. “Those big ta tas won’t be ta tas much longer. I’d say they are more than halfway to toast.”

“And so,” Sue Richards continued as she sought to keep her concentration despite the gasps of pain and sighs of orgasm coming from booth 5, “Miss Hunsaker was finally forced to take the same risk she had tricked or forced most of her fellow teachers and some of her students into taking. Miss Hunsaker had her huge boobies pillowed on double breast-support boards under a pendulum blade. Mind you, I would love to have the chance to risk my breasts while strapped to that device…with the chance to keep them if I could stave off climax while the pendulum slowly lowered towards my boobies and an orgasmatron emitter beamed pleasure into my sex. I would fail and be debreasted, but I would relish the event. So I was astonished when Miss Hunsaker turned down the orgasmatron emitter and the chance to win her freedom and still be whole. She was indeed a bad loser whose bad behavior, including threats towards Mr. Jennings’ daughter, ultimately led to her being forced to play a death game after being debreasted. She lost and was beheaded…I know you two were betrothed…I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be, Sue,” Jason Carlson replied and then chuckled before adding, “there are more where she came from.” There was a wet plop resonating over the sound of sexual climax, and Jason roared with laughter. “She dropped the right one,” Jason explained while grinning wickedly as the mechanical sound of restraints releasing and sobs of despair replaced moans of pleasure and groans of pain. “Amateurs!”

The smile faded and intensity filled Carlson’s gleaming hazel eyes as he said, matter-of-factly, while he began unbuttoning his shirt, “I’m sorry too, Sue. If you don’t get debreasted here tonight, I’ll do my best to see to it you never get to play the debreasting pendulum blade game you seem so enamored with. Oh, I promise our little foxhunt together will be a fair game. I even promise that none of you girls that come with Wanda will be the ones we make examples of after we have sex with you all. However, we will do our damndest to catch you girls, and when we do, your nipples will join these.”

The mean grin returned as he heard Sue’s choking gasp, and he imagined her staring in horror at his multi-strand gold-chain necklace, with dozens of severed nipples of various sizes and flesh tones hanging from it, and he hissed, “Then, when we get you to camp, you’ll be made meat, after getting your breasts finished off in a less-than-glorious manner. I’m going to demonstrate our debreasting technique now. You won’t be able to see it, Sue, but you’ll hear it up close and Wanda and your friends will see. Tell Wanda I hope to personally debreast her, and you, Sue, and your friends, just as ruthlessly as I do those double D’s!”

Again one hand and then another flashed forward and inward, and two loud whaps joined Eva’s gasps of horror. This time Sue forgot to yelp as her breasts bounced and burned with pain; she hoped Carlson didn’t notice as he stepped in front of booth 4. She frowned—Wanda hadn’t said anything about forced sex being part of the foxhunt. Then Sue saw the portly black girl step around the meat hanging from nooses and eye the remaining sets of breast bacon while she actually licked her lips. Sue decided that doing a debreasting stint just now had been a bad call after all. Judging from Eva’s gasps and sobs, she evidently agreed.

“CRAP!” Oliver spat in disbelief as he watched Carlson move away from Sue’s D-cups after slapping them. “What the hell is going on out there? Why did he spend so much time mauling Sue’s melons if he isn’t going to deboob her?”

“Because that man doesn’t play debreasting booth games, Ollie,” Zatanna observed with a frown on her face. “He wasn’t contemplating a mid-evening snack, he was interrogating Sue. He was probably wanted to see if Wanda was giving it to him straight…about the Hunsaker woman as well as the upcoming foxhunt. Like Wanda said, why would he take Sue’s breasts now when he can have her all not too many days from now?”

“Maybe so, Zatanna,” Dinah interjected in a voice that quivered with excitement, “but he is reaching for booth 4’s debreast button, so it looks like he does plan to harvest a pair of tits. Oh my god! Without so much as a howdy do to the girl inside, he just slapped her kill button. Now he’s waving to the kitchen counter for a knife. I need to see this from the dance floor! Are you coming, stud-o-mine?”

“No!” Oliver Queen replied tersely to his main squeeze. “You are on your own, Dinah. Just try not to get yourself killed out there!”

“I’ll go with you, Dinah,” Zatanna announced softly, “if you’ll promise to keep your trap shut. Not a word, unless a male addresses you directly, okay?” The raven-haired magic wielder grinned as her blonde teammate nodded, and then turned to Wanda and chided, “Are you sure you won’t come too, Witchy? I think we both know Carlson is about ready to show you what is going to happen to your tits after he catches you Thursday after next.”

“Probably, Zatanna,” Wanda agreed with the irritation she felt obvious on her face, “as I can read body language too. It stands to reason that they won’t leave the breasts on any girls they convert into long pigs or live roasters. However, that is to be my fate IF they catch me, not AFTER they catch me. GO! I’ll watch from here.” Wanda frowned as the two Justice Leaguers hurried onto the dance floor.

“It’s about time!” Jason Carlson spat angrily as a nude Kaori finally arrived carrying a silver tray with several knives on it. “Lucky for you, waitress, these two just showed up to act as my assistants,” laughter filled the man’s eyes as he nodded first to Zatanna and then to Dinah, “so you can go back to your duties. One of you take the tray and hold it before booth 3’s window. The other can stand beside the tray holder and pass me the knives as I ask for them.”

Zatanna quickly took the tray from Kaori, who hurried away, and whispered to Dinah, “You wanted to watch, so you can be the one assisting in the double mastectomy.” The Justice Leaguer frowned as her words caused the girl inside booth 4 to moan in fearful apprehension.

“You should be the one paying attention, girl,” Jason hissed in his most threatening tone as he glared at Zatanna, “as Jennings indicated you would be one of the three girls arriving at a rendezvous point with Wanda twelve nights hence, not your ponytailed playmate. As you might have guessed, I’m about to use this sow’s big double D’s to demonstrate what is going to happen to any foxes that get caught, just before they get made meat.”

“Yes, Sir,” Zatanna replied as politely as possible, “Wanda intends for me to be with her for that exciting Wednesday night and the even more thrilling day after…if I’m still able…still have breasts and all…and we did guess this is a demonstration….” Just then Eva moaned in pleasure as the orgasmatron emitter beaming pleasure into her sex stepped up in intensity, and Zatanna continued with, “…although I’m guessing we won’t have the benefit of a climax inducer if we prove to be poor foxes.”

“You guessed right, girl,” Jason admitted gruffly, “although many of the foxes we catch still manage to cum before they go. What’s your interest, blondie?”

“She’s hoping to donate to the worldwide food chain, toni…,” Zatanna’s words trailed off under Carlson’s withering glare,

“Yeah,” Dinah said softly as she took over the explaining, “I was planning on getting my tits ruined tonight, and figured having someone use a knife on them might be a memorable way of getting them done. It’s more personal and less efficient than one of those booth machines, you know.” Eva moaned loudly inside booth 4.

Carlson gave each of the big DD-cups hanging from booth 4’s debreasting portals a hard slap, eliciting yelps from Eva, and hissed, “I’ll get to you soon enough, sow! Yes, blondie, more personal, but not necessarily less efficient. As I was telling Sue, the foxes we catch get their nipples docked where they get dropped. Nipples that join these to become the only evidence that that girl ever lived,” Jason pushed the bottom of his chain strands away from his chest and chuckled at Dinah’s gulp and Zatanna’s gagging. “Then, back at camp, before making them meat, we finish of the foxes’ breasts in a less-than-glorious manner. Isn’t that right, Sue?”

“Yes, Sir,” Sue replied softly. “And then you said you were going to use Eva’s breasts to demonstrate your camp-side debreasting technique, giving Zatanna and me and Wanda reason to run faster and hide better.” Sue frowned from behind her booth window as Eva began sobbing between moans that spoke of sexual need.

“Yes, I did say that, didn’t I Sue,” Jason agreed with a loud chuckle. “I guess it’s time to stop talking and start doing.” Carlson’s hazel eyes gleamed threateningly into booth 4’s opaque window as he took a nipple between the thumb and forefingers of each hand and pulled and twisted them. “Of course,” he hissed as Eva shrilled in pain, “I would normally start by removing these, but in the scenario I’m demonstrating, they would already be hanging from a gold necklace chain. What did they give me to work with, blondie?”

“Uhmm, three knives, Sir,” Dinah replied in a quivering voice as she stared at the tray being held before Sue’s booth window by Zatanna. “There’s a short little one that looks like a paring knife, a serrated steak knife, and a medium sized serrated carving knife.”

“Not bad!” Jason spat with a chuckle as he released the sobbing girl’s nipples and held out his left hand. “Let’s start with the little one. That will be the one meant for skinning.”

Zatanna nodded at the tray as she stared at a confused looking Dinah, then managed a reassuring look as Dinah reached toward the tray. Without saying a word, the blonde Justice Leaguer picked up the small knife and placed it in the palm of Carlson’s open left hand.

Carlson passed the knife to his right hand and then used his left hand to tug outward on Eva’s right nipple, causing the redhead to gasp in fear as her womanly orb distended outward. Jason grinned into the opaque booth window as he pointed the sharp tip of the knife downward and pushed it into flesh where the top of Eva’s right breast joined the curvature of her chest. Skin parted and a little rivulet of blood flowed from the puncture wound.

The redhead in the booth issued a sharp yelp followed by a scream as Jason drug the tip of the knife downward inward around the base of her breast, rotating the knife as he did so, so the blade was always perpendicular to her orb of flesh. Then, as he continued around the base of the whining girl’s breast, he drug the imbedded knife tip outward and then upward until the thin red line he was making joined his beginning point at the top of her breast. He laughed loudly as Eva issued a staccato sigh of climax.

“Now we’re having fun, are we, chesty?” Jason quipped loudly as he released Eva’s right breast tip and pinched and pulled on her left breast tip. Again he pushed the knife tip downward into breast base, and again there was a small rivulet of blood before the knife began its circular around tender flesh. “Itches doesn’t it?” he asked softly with laughing hazel eyes. “Doesn’t really hurt…yet.”

“These are nice big breasts, sow,” Jason observed with a mean grin on his face as he stared into the opaque window to where he imagined the sow’s eyes would be. “They would make nice wine skins if we had the time…a process that might get you back to screaming in terror rather than sighing in orgasm. Unfortunately, we don’t have the time,” he admitted with a chuckle as he reached again for the sow’s right breast, “but we do have to start the process so that I can see what I’m doing.” Carlson hooked his middle and forefinger into the cut at the top of the breast and pinched the girl’s dermis and epidermis against his fingertips with his thumb, before pulling outward. Eva moaned loudly, the terror she was feeling easily read in her voice.

“Now, now, just go back to enjoying those pleasure beams that enticed you to stick these melons through debreasting portals in the first place, sow,” Jason chided maliciously as he worked the tip of the small knife beneath the outward pulled skin. “They wouldn’t call them debreasting portals if they weren’t cutouts designed to facilitate breast removal, would they sow?” Jason asked as he nimbly worked the knife tip to flay the skin away from fatty breast tissue. He chuckled as the sow again sighed in orgasm, as he neatly loosened hide from fatty tissue and glands, again working inward and downward and then outward and upward and, finally, inward again.

“Here, hold this, blondie,” Carlson commanded as he held the knife across his body over his shoulder. He grinned at Dinah as she took the knife from him, being careful to grab the handle rather than the bloody blade. “That should have loosened enough hide,” he announced with obvious self satisfaction as used the fingers of both hands to fold skin outward and then downward against itself forming a collar-like rim around about a half inch of exposed mammary tissue. Groans of pain and terror mixed with moans of pleasure as Eva felt the breeze of air conditioning on tissue never before exposed to air.

“Knife!” Jason spat as he held his left hand towards Dinah, who quickly passed the skinning knife back to him, careful to put it in the tall, muscular, light-brown-haired man’s hand handle first. He grunted as he passed the blade to his right hand and then hooked the fingers of his left hand under the sliced skin atop Eva’s left breast. Soon he was once again working the knife tip under that breast’s dermis and epidermis in the most nimble and economical fashion possible while the redhead in the booth gasped and sighed and groaned and moaned. In mere seconds, he once again held the knife out towards Dinah, while jovially announcing, “I think I’m done with that one.”

“Yep,” Jason chortled as he finished folding skin against skin, “the sow’s ready for breast removal to begin. With C-cups like yours, blondie, or even smaller breasts, I’d go straight to the carving knife. However, big jugs like these warrant a little more care to make sure all the fatty tissue is disposed of and none of the red meat. I’ll take the steak knife now!” Dinah quickly deposited the bloody skinning knife atop Zatanna’s tray and plucked the smaller of the serrated knifes from it. Again she carefully handed the blade, handle first, to Carlson.

“The trick, here, is to make a track around the breast that the carving knife blade will be trapped in,” Jason explained as he worked the blade in a sawing motion around the base of the sow’s breast at the chest-ward side of her exposed tissue. Eva issued one long, agony-filled shriek during the process, and then sighed in orgasm when the Carlson finished his orbit of her orb and paused. He pulled the wound at the top of her breast open, and grunted, “Big melon, indeed!” He placed the knife blade back into the wound, and began another orbit again working the blade in a sawing motion, eliciting more screams of terror and agony from the redhead in the booth.

“Good enough!” Carlson spat as he again used the fingers of his left hand to pry the wound at the top of the right breast open. He laughed as the sow issued another orgasmic sigh, and chortled, “Don’t forget, I need to work on the left knocker too, sow.” Jason grinned as Eva began sobbing, and then started sawing at the top of the left breast. The sow was shrieking loudly as he finished his first orbit of that breast. He quickly checked his work, and then began sawing around the breast base one final time. Carlson grunted as he checked the wound again, and then held the steak knife upward towards Dinah.

Without waiting to be told, an obviously fascinated ponytailed blonde took the smaller serrated knife, placed it on Zatanna’s tray, picked up the larger serrated knife, and held it out towards the handsome, well-muscled man with light-brown hair. Carlson’s gleaming hazel eyes were filled with laughter as he took the long knife, and quipped, “I can do you too, if you want, blondie, in just a few seconds. You’d like that wouldn’t you, girl?”

Without waiting for Dinah’s reply, Jason turned back to booth 4’s opaque window, and chided, “You might want to take a deep breath and hold it through this last part, chesty, because in a few deft slices, you’re not going to be chesty any longer. Do you have one last climax left in you for your troubles? Who cares?” Carlson quickly but carefully placed handle end of the knife blade, edge upward, in the open wound under the drape of the sow’s left breast. He tugged outward on her nipple with his left hand, and pulled his right arm upward and outward. Eva wailed in agony mixed with ecstasy as the blade passed through her breast meat like a hot knife through butter, and then gasped and gagged as she suddenly realized the conical lump of flesh suddenly thrust before her booth window used to be part of her.

“One down, one to go,” Jason Carlson chortled as he slid the severed breast to his left and held it before Sue’s window by a pinched nipple before setting it on the tray Zatanna held. Without saying another word, he turned back to booth 4’s debreasting portals, pinched Eva’s right nipple as he again positioned the blade of the carving knife. Again he pulled upward and outward with his right arm, and used his left arm to hold a second lump of flesh before booth 4’s opaque window while Eva wailed in pain and sighed in climax.

As he again slid severed flesh before Sue’s window and then downward onto Zatanna’s tray, Jason Carlson quipped, “From breasted to breastless in two minutes flat. Check my work, girls, not a speck of fat left on that girl’s chest, and not a nick in the red meat either. That sows ready for roasting!” Carlson frowned as clicking mechanical sounds accompanied Eva’s release from her debreasting booth. “Damn, how did that booth know we were done with her? Never mind, are you ready to have your tits ruined, blondie?”

“Errr, not just yet, sir, Mr. Carlson,” Dinah replied in a quivering voice with fascination filling her face while horror and disgust filled Zatanna’s. “I still want to wreck another girl’s chest before I get mine ruined, sir. However, that was educational, sir.” Without waiting for Zatanna, Dinah headed back towards her table.

“Sorry, Sir,” Zatanna said softly with concern on her face, “she is as blonde as she looks…and a rather wild one at that. I bet she does get her melons removed with a knife tonight. Speaking of melons, here’s your sandwich meat, Sir. I expect I’ll see you a couple of Wednesday nights from now…unless I get debreasted tonight too?”

“And if you get debreasted, I suppose Wanda will bring your sister?” Jason Carlson asked with suspicion in his hazel eyes.

“No, Sir, I’m fresh out of sisters,” Zatanna replied with a chuckle. “If I get unlucky, Wanda will have to con some other foolish girl into playing hide-and-seek. Your bacon, Sir?” Zatanna tried to flash her sexiest smile at Carlson as she held the tray forward.”

“Never touch the fat-filled crap, fox-to-be,” Jason replied with a chuckle. “Go ahead and haul it to the kitchen. Knock yourself out if you want sandwiches, or just donate to the house.” Jason laughed as Zatanna hurried away, and then stepped in front of booth 3 and slapped first one vulnerable breast and then another.

“Owe…OUCH!” Sue yelped as she remembered to behave like a 41^st Century girl. “I guess you’re waiting for me to admit, Mr. Carlson, that it WILL be a rather unfulfilling debreasting if I get caught during the foxhunt. I admit it, and will use this lesson as motivation to run far and fast. Two minutes is not enough time for a girl to enjoy her debreasting!” Sue grinned from behind her booth window. The mean ass man had exaggerated! Eva’s breasts had taken over three minutes to demolish. She knew, because she was ten seconds away from entering her final booth stint minute.

Carlson grinned and the stepped twice to stand before booth 1. Again there was a double whap followed by twin yelps. “I’ll be waiting, Aneece!” Carlson spat and then walked away.

Sue could hear a sobbing Eva being treated as she watched the muscular man’s retreat. She could hear Felicity’s voice; evidently the debreasted blonde had waited in the Game room for her redheaded friend. Sue jumped as fingers teasing her nipples brought her attention back to the dance floor. It was the portly black girl! She was reaching for her debreast button!

“Say there, missy,” the dark-skinned girl chuckled softly. “What say you and me play the debreasting booth game? I haven’t got my pre-lottery sandwich yet tonight!”

“Works for me, Miss,” Sue replied with a forced giggle. “Unless you missed it, that guy just promised to use a knife to debreast me out in the woods in less than two minutes not that many days from now. I’m thinking having scissors take my boobies much more slowly while I stand over an orgasmatron emitter is a much better offer.” Just then, Sue’s orgasmatron emitter activated, and, caught by surprise, she moaned loudly in pleasure.

“I do declare, missy,” the black girl chortled, “I think you think I would be doin’ y’all a favor by pressing this here button. Ya know, you do have the biggest breasts left out here, but they are kind of pale. Size don’t mean nothin’ once they start makin’ sandwiches, so I’m thinkin’ I should take care of taste instead and go for some melanin in my meat.”

“Don’t do me!” Aneece cried out, trying to sell desperation. “When I chose razor-wire loops, I didn’t think anyone would come out onto the dance floor during my stint. I don’t want my perfect C-cups pinched off!”

“If ya wasn’t a sister, missy, ya breasts would be getting’ strangled by thin wire in just a minute from now,” the portly girl replied with a chuckle. “It looks like I’m going to settle for the slightly swooping C-cups hanging out of booth 2. Hows ya gonna lose them bacon lumps, missy?”

“Oh GOD!” Kaylynn cried out. “I picked laser beam slicer on dead slow. Listen! You don’t want Chinese food do you? Debreast one of the other two girls. This is my first debreasting booth game. It wouldn’t be fair to lose on my first try!”

“Sure it would, missy,” the dark-skinned girl chortled, “it happens all the time. ‘Sides, I like Chinese food just fine. I’ll give ya a minute to worry about them breasts you gonna used to have.”

“On second thought,” Aneece interjected loudly, “seeing as Kaylynn doesn’t want to donate, I won’t mind if you do me, sis. Go ahead and hit my button!”

“No chance, missy,” the portly girl replied. “I like my donators to be reluctant ones. I like it when they scream and beg. I do declare, the adrenalin makes the bacon taste better!” Groans issued from both booth 1 and booth 2, while Sue moaned softly as her pleasure beam slowly intensified. It wouldn’t be long before she started climaxing!

“Are you happy now, Dinah?” Oliver Queen asked gruffly as his girlfriend retook her seat beside him.

“Happy?” Dinah queried with a confused look on her face. “It was an interesting demonstration if that is what you mean.”

“No, I meant are you happy to have assisted in yet another deboobing, sweet cheeks,” Oliver replied dryly with a smirk on his face. “Does that count for your being up another set of tits so you can take one of those empty booths? If Sue isn’t going to give up body parts, you’ll have to!”

“Sorry, Ollie,” Janet interjected softly, “but you’re out of luck until after halftime. I’m pretty sure that Jill and her sisters are guarding the Game room door so they can get it emptied for the nightly lottery.”

“’Tis likely so, friend Janet,” Diana acknowledged with a smile on her face. “Though I cannot see friend Sue’s face, I do believe she will rejoin us soon. Though she does well to mute herself, I am quite certain I hear moans of pleasure coming from the center debreasting booth. I truly hope you do not find it disheartening to be the only breastless girl at the table during halftime.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine, Diana,” Wanda broke in as Janet’s face reddened. “She’s watched other tablemates sit through lotteries with round breast bandages covering chest wounds. You’ve got good ears, Princess. Now that you mention it, I do believe I just heard Sue sigh in climax. She’s back to her old form of maintaining her composure over a pleasure beam emitter. Listen, the girls in the other two booths are moaning in pleasure now. If that bacon hunter doesn’t slap a debreast button soon, she’ll go back to her table hungry.”

“Well that really blew,” Zatanna announced as she took her seat, ignoring the fact that a conversation had been taking place. “Mr. Carlson just demonstrated foxhunt field debreasting while I was stuck watching it up close and personal. Even you aren’t going to enjoy that, Wanda, although Dinah here seemed to find it quite fascinating! You had better think about how that’s going to feel being done to you, Dinah. It was gross!”

“Says, you, Zatanna!” Dinah spat back. “What made it more gross than breast squishing or breast stripping or….”

“Score points for the natural blonde,” Hank chuckled loudly. “I’m guessing that, anyway you do it, debreasting is going to hurt like hell. Personally, I think all you girls are nuts! All I can say is, thank goodness you are. I like watching girls getting their ta tas totaled!”

“We know, Hank!” Janet replied with a giggle. “Now hush up and listen to the pretty girls getting forced climaxed, and wait to see which set of breasts porky picks for dinner. Who knows, it still could be Sue. Look, she’s stepping to her right and….”

Sue almost missed it, as she struggled to muffle the sounds of the multiple climaxes that were being forced from her loins by the insidious orgasmatron beams. With twenty seconds left on her timer, the dark-skinned girl had stepped in front of her debreasting booth and was reaching for her debreast button. As the imminent danger of painful mutilation sent her crashing into a massive orgasm, Sue opened her mouth to yell, NO DON’T. Somehow, she overcame the impulse and played her final card in a game of Indian poker, and she screamed, “Yes, do me while I’m cumming!” She through her dignity under the bus and let loose a loud staccato triple sigh as the black girl fingered disaster.

“Damn that sounds like fun, missy!” the portly girl exclaimed as a grin filled her face. “Sorry, just checkin’ ta see if ya were foolin’ me. I better get back ta catchin’ dinner.”

Through the glow of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her brain, Sue hardly noticed the portly girl’s departure from the front of her booth. Then, she heard Aneece scream, “Yes, DO push it. I’ll ride Jessica if you don’t!”

“No foolin’ in there either,” Sue heard the portly girl reply. “I guess it is Chinese food after all.” Sue heard the click of doom, just as mechanical sounds issued from her own booth, and her booth restraints released. As the glow from her loins gradually subsided, she heard Kaylynn begin sobbing and gasping in sorrow and horror. Booth 2’s debreast button had been slapped with mere seconds left on her clock. Kaylynn’s booth stint had been extended for the duration of a debreasting by a laser beam slicer set on dead slow.

Sue shook her head and pulled her perfect D-cups out of debreasting portals. She backed quickly out of her booth, and, as she heard Aneece’s booth restraints pop free, hurried towards the Game room door. Both girls were sobbing now, and there was nothing she could do for either of them. Sue hurried and put on her bikini bottoms as she heard Aneece headed her way. It wouldn’t do to let Jason Carlson think some bond may have been formed between the two girls. In less than two weeks, Sue’s life would be in Carlson’s hands! Sue rushed out the Game room door.

“There’s Sue now,” Janet spat excitedly as she pointed past Jason Carlson as he headed towards the Game room door. “She doesn’t look as pleased with herself as I would have expected, now that she’s safely made it through her second booth stint.”

“No, she doesn’t, does she,” Wanda agreed with a concerned look on her face as she watched her blonde friend change direction to keep plenty of room between herself and Carlson. “Mr. Carlson may have shook Sue up. He talked with her for quite some time!”

“He shook me up, and we hardly talked at all,” Zatanna pointed out with a frown on her face as she watched Sue’s approach. “Way to go, Sue,” she said softly as the blonde took her seat, “you’re two-thirds through to carrying those big boobs of yours back home with you.”

“Yeah, thanks, Zatanna,” Sue replied in a quivering voice as she watched Carlson snag Aneece’s arm as she stepped out of the Game room and push her towards the nearby Jessica. “God what a rollercoaster ride! Wanda, what Mr. Carlson did to Eva’s big breasts…he said to tell you that’s what he’s going to do to you…and to me…after he catches us…and before he kills us.”

“I guessed as much, Sue,” Wanda whispered calmly with the best smile of reassurance she could manage as he watched Carlson stop beside the Jessica now positioned adjacent to Final Fantasy’s back wall between the Game room door and the dance floor. “However, I don’t think he’s prepared to deal with girls like us. With any luck, he…or at least some of his men…won’t be men at the end of their little foxhunt.”

“After they rape us the night before…when we’re unprotected against pregnancy?” Sue asked softly with a hurt look on her face. “Were you even going to warn us of that price we’re going to have to pay to wage your war on behalf of womankind?”

“Just as soon as we were alone, Sue,” Wanda whispered back. “Trust me on that. Please let it go until we’re back home. Here comes Kaori with your nipple clip and lottery disks. The priority now is to get our disks into the red bin!”

“While they are doing that, Hank, you and Ollie may want to head over to that Jessica machine Carlson and Aneece are standing beside,” Janet interjected with a wicked grin on her face as Kaori stepped beside Sue, who had stood to make the nude Japanese head waitress’s job more manageable. “It looks like Mr. Carlson is going to wait until the laser beam slicer is done with the sow in the booth’s C-cups before he makes Aneece mount the impaling machine. This will give you a chance to see if you really want to go through with your dinner plans.”

Hank blushed badly as he watched Kaori secure the clip to Sue’s left nipple. “There you go, Miss Sue,” Kaori said in her ever pleasant voice. “Do you know what to do with your disk?”

“Yes, Kaori, we do,” Sue said politely. “If I’m the last girl left, I’m sure you have lottery preparations to make. We’ll manage to deposit our disks just fine.”

As Kaori walked away, Oliver Queen announced, “I think I need to make a few things clear, girls. Firstly, Hank and I will be going through with our dinner plans. We will go watch Carlson take his male privileges with Aneece, but no matter how badly she takes it, we are going to pay for waitresses’ filets. Janet, you didn’t expect Hank to say that while one of those waitresses was standing next to him, did you?”

Without waiting for Janet to respond, Oliver continued matter-of-factly, “Now, secondly, as those C-cups hanging out of booth 2 should take a couple of minutes to kill, Hank and I have plenty of time to exercise our male privileges before we head over to the Jessica machine. Wanda, Zatanna, Sue, and Dinah, you girls will each hand me one of your lottery disks, please. Don’t worry, I’ll deposit them for you well before the lottery begins.”

“Oliver Queen,” Zatanna spat angrily, “just who in the hell do you think you….”

“Your disks, girls,” Oliver interrupted Zatanna’s rant and held his right hand out over the center of their table. “Wanda warned us to act like city boys, and we are. It wouldn’t do for you girls to test our resolve!”

Wanda Maximoff shook her head slowly before pulling one of her disks from her nipple clip and placing it in the Oliver’s open hand. “Do it girls!” she spat with disgust. “I should have known better that to leave these boys alone in the Game room with Bill at the beginning of the evening.”

An ashen faced Sue nodded silently, and then removed one of her disks and placed it next to Wanda’s. Dinah, looked confused, but quickly followed the other girls’ example. Oliver held his hand out to Zatanna, who again opened her mouth to protest. Wanda shook her head, and a frowning magic wielder gave up her lottery disk. With four disks in hand, Oliver began to rise, but was interrupted as Diana held her disk out to him as well.

“I didn’t ask for your disk, Princess,” Oliver said softly.

“Am I not also of female gender, friend Oliver?” Diana asked jovially. “I think I too would do well to obey the customs of this strange land.”

“Have it your way, Princess,” Oliver replied dryly. “Good luck, ladies, and I do mean that, because these disks are headed for the green bin. You are all being entered into the Final Fantasy lottery! Come on, Hank, let’s get this done and then get over to that Jessica machine. That will give our tablemates some time to calm down.”

“Yeah, okay, who needs to stay and watch a laser beam burn through C-cups,” Hank replied with a silly grin on his face as all of the women at his table, save Diana, glared at him with anger. “Jeese, Louise! Even if you lose the lottery, you’re only going to get nullified. It’s not as if you weren’t risking girl parts for the fun of it already!” The two men headed for the kitchen counter and the twin cubic bins that now resided atop it.

“MEN!” Wanda Maximoff spat acerbically as she watched Oliver step in front of the shorter of two lines of girls and deposit a handful of disks into the green container. “Why does even the most trusted male always give into temptation and behave like…MEN? Let it go girls! So our fates have been, yet again, left to chance. Is this a new situation to be in? No, in the here and now, it’s status quo!”

“POPPED!” Janet hollered jubilantly as she watched the portly black girl heft C-cup-sized bacon lumps before booth 2’s opaque window. “Another pair bites the dust. Look girls, I know…seeing as I’m not eligible for the lottery…that this will seem like I’m preaching from the choir, but Wanda’s right, you need to get over this setback. Why be angry at Hank and Ollie? We did come here to risk body parts. Why make a big deal over it?”

“Because Zatanna and I have to risk our breasts one more time than we planned to, Janet,” Sue replied softly in a quivering voice as she glared at the two men from their table as they headed towards the Jessica that Aneece and Jason Carlson stood beside. “We don’t want to donate tonight, remember? Voluntarily losing control of your fate by entering the Game room is one thing, but having ourselves involuntarily placed at risk by people we thought could be trusted is another thing altogether.”

“What Sue said!” Zatanna agreed with gusto as she nodded. “I didn’t want to risk my moneymakers any more than I have to, and I didn’t want to risk my sex life at all. You can be damn certain that I’ll never again share Oliver’s bed with you, Dinah!”

“Okay, Zatanna,” Dinah replied with a giggle as she shrugged her shoulders and stared out to the gathering crowd. “I wouldn’t mind having Ollie’s dong to myself more often anyhow. Are we just going to sit here at our table and bitch, or are we going to go watch that Jessica doohickey in action?”

“I too am curious as to how the strangely named execution machine functions, friend Wanda,” Princess Diana announced with a broad smile on her face. “May we not join our male teammates over yonder?”

“Yes, I suppose so, Diana,” Wanda replied softly as she watched Carlson tie Aneece’s wrists together behind her back. “Although we are pretty darned close to it as it is. I’ll go with you for the moment, but may return to my seat when flesh begins getting pierced. You two don’t draw any attention to yourselves!”

“Yeah, well, if Carlson drops his trousers to take his male privileges out there, Wanda,” Janet whispered softly with a wicked grin on her face as her three tablemates stood, “make sure you visually measure him for a stasis box. If he’s well-endowed, we may want to prune him when we turn the tables on him Thursday after next. You and Zatanna can argue over who gets to send it to the Authenticock Real-Cock Dildo factory to become your personal sex toy!”

“Janet Van Dyne,” Wanda replied as she shook her head in disbelief, “you are the most incorrigible woman I have ever met. Now hush up and stop talking in public about things that could get us all killed. Come on, Dinah and Diana, I think Carlson is about to have Aneece mount the Jessica.” Wanda turned and quickly led the two curious Justice League heroines onto the dance floor so that they could get an unobstructed view of the sordid execution from the rear quarter of the machine. Meanwhile, Carlson was pushing Aneece’s yellow bicycle shorts down to her ankles.

“While those orgasmatron-emitter equipped booths in the Game room are bacon traps…breast traps, if you will…this is a girl trap,” Wanda whispered softly as she nodded to the elongate machine that was elevated to about knee level above a rectangular stand by two metal rods that supported a long, narrow rectangular plank. “The sole purpose of a Jessica machine is to turn a sow, a girl before it trapped her, into living meat on a metal stick. Aneece knows it. That’s why she is doing the unthinkable and refusing Jason’s command to mount the Jessica.”

She smiled as Oliver and Hank moved from their vantage points behind Carlson to join the heroines. “We heard whispers that could only mean Wanda was acting as tour guide again,” Oliver explained dryly as he put his arm around Dinah’s shoulders.

“You guessed right, Oliver,” Wanda replied softly with more than a hint of disapproval in her voice. Then she shrugged her shoulders and suggested, “Hank and Diana, might I suggest you two follow Ollie and Dinah’s example and pose as a couple as well. I’ll explain to Janet when I get back to our table.” Wanda almost laughed at the silly grin on Hank’s face and the indignant surprise on Diana’s face as the male Avenger put his arm around the topless Amazon Princess.

“The girl trap is activated when the machine senses pressure on the neck rest,” Wanda began explaining in a barely audible whisper as she pointed to a narrow curved pad atop a triangular-shaped post rising from the front of the stand, “the waist cradle,” the big-breasted Avenger continued as she pointed to another leather-covered curved pad, wider and lower than the first, that was supported by a short rod rising from near the middle of the plank, “and the kneepads, simultaneously.” Wanda pointed to leather pads at the front of two lower rectangular-shaped planks on either side of the back half of the machine, held in place by horizontal rods connected to the central stand. “When sensitive sensors detect pressure on those pads, these restraints snap tightly closed around the victim’s neck, waist, upper shins, and ankles,” Wanda pointed in turn to a 16 inch-long, narrow, leather-covered rectangle extending upward at an angle from the triangular post, a longer; narrow, leather-covered rectangle extended upward at angle from the rod below the waist cradle; and shorter pairs of vertical, narrow, leather-covered rectangles, extending from the lower pair of planks, one pair just behind the kneepads, and another pair two-thirds of the way back. The neck and waist straps were on the wall side of the Jessica, and the shin and ankle straps were on the inside of the planks.

“Once its victim has been secured, the spit propeller is activated,” Wanda whispered as she pointed to the bullet-shaped device held in place at the very end of the central plank by a thick, short rod, “and one of these six-foot-long sharply pointed steel spits is shoved slowly, but inexorably forward.” Wanda nodded to the one-and-a-half-inch-thick spear loaded into the propeller. “The spit propeller will keep moving the spear forward, making slight course corrections to make sure no vital organs or arteries are punctured, until the squirming meat is centered on the spit. Then it’s out to the roasting pits for live roasting. Not a pleasant thought for us, though a dream death for many of this society’s female citizens. I hope Aneece is one of those many, for Jason has had his fill of waiting and is finally pushing her onto the Jessica.”

“Okay, okay, Mr. Carlson, sir,” Aneece protested softly in a quivering voice, “I’m sorry for being such a stupid sow and trying to stall. I’ll mount the Jessica myself now. Can I ask for one boon? Can I have an orgasmatron emitter mounted on the propeller?”

“You’re being punished for an indiscretion, you stupid cow, not being rewarded for your meat-hood,” Jason Carlson hissed angrily as he forced the Grade A black girl down onto the Jessica’s kneepads. “I’ll tell you what though, Aneece, I’ll fuck you a bit while you wait for the feel of the spit tip between your lower lips, and then I’ll fill your anus and share the experience of your final cold-steel fuck with you. Now lean forward and take it like the sow you are!”

“Yes, sir,” Aneece replied in a raspy voice and then issued a low moan as she began to lean forward. Carlson, evidently, wasn’t in the mood for a cooperative sow, for he grabbed Aneece’s tied wrists with his right hand and lifted. Pushed past her balance point, gravity took over and the lovely dark-skinned girl toppled forward to land on the waist cradle with a loud thump and a shrill scream. A split second later, her throat touched the neck rest and the Jessica snapped closed, and, with a click and a whir, the spit propeller activated. Fortunately, Carlson had managed to push the sow’s wrists high up her back, so they hadn’t been caught by the waist restraint as it snapped tightly downward. Carlson laughed as he watched the girl futilely pull and twist as she struggled to get free of the metal straps that now circled neck, waist, upper shins, and ankles.

“Stop wasting your energy, sow,” Carlson hissed as he climbed atop and straddled the Jessica while unbuckling his belt, “you’re stuck in the spitting position for the duration now. It will be a couple of minutes before the fun starts, so I may as well taste that pussy of yours.” The handsome hazel-eyed man let his pants drop to his ankles, and guided his erect manhood towards Aneece’s wet vulva.

Wanda Maximoff blushed as she heard several gasps, and realized she had issued one of them. Carlson was hung like a horse and had testicles to match! She turned towards the principal reserved table, and found Janet grinning at her mischievously while Zatanna and Sue stared at Jason’s manhood with slackened jaws and widened eyes. Janet held out her right hand, closed save for her index and middle fingers, which were straight and spread. She closed and spread and closed the straitened fingers, to signal, ‘snip, snip’. Wanda rolled her eyes and turned back to the Jessica machine just as Carlson began forcing the tip of his monster manhood into Aneece’s vagina. As the lovely 41^st Century girl moaned in discomfort, Wanda wondered if a very unusual 21^st Century company made stasis boxes THAT big!

“OH, GOD!” Aneece moaned with obvious concern. “It’s too big! You’ll split me like a log, Mr. Carlson. I want it, but it won’t fit.”

“If you think it won’t fit now, Aneece,” Carlson chortled jovially, “just wait until it’s pushing past your sphincter. Now relax, and let me in. With any luck, I’ll get you to cum before the spit does!” The man’s hazel eyes gleamed as the sow below him gasped in despair, and then he grunted as he pushed his hips forward. Despite the sow’s raspy scream, his manhood slid into the warm moist sheath. He filled the tight hole with his penis to the hilt, and then paused to enjoy the sensation. He turned back to stare at the sharp point of the slowly approaching spit, before returning his attention to the sexpot below him. He pulled slowly back, and then pushed slowly back in, eliciting a long drawn out moan that spoke of both discomfort and need. Then he began to fornicate in earnest with the dark-skinned beauty below him.

Aneece moaned softly for nearly two minutes, mostly with sexual need but, also, with a hint of fearful foreboding, as Jason Carlson pummeled her sex with his massive manhood before she suddenly held her breath and closed her eyes as she waited for the reward of orgasm. Then she groaned with bitter disappointment as the muscular man suddenly pulled his member out of her vagina, leaving the lovely dark-skinned girl hanging at the edge of climax.

“Sorry, Aneece,” Jason whispered, sounding truly apologetic as he stared downwards behind him with laughing hazel eyes, “but in another few seconds I would have gotten my scrotum skewered. It’s time for me to fill a tighter orifice.” Carlson lifted his hips and rotated them downward. Then he pushed the glans of his penis against the Grade A black girl’s sphincter.

Aneece groaned as she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes even tighter. The muscular man above her was causing her great discomfort as he sought forced entry into an orifice that meant pleasure for only one of the couple engaged in the dance of love. Still, the lovely young lady was a 41^st Century girl, and she quickly concentrated on relaxing a muscle designed to control exit rather than entry. Aneece gasped as the mushroom tip of Carlson’s phallus suddenly popped past her rubbery portal, and the burning and tearing sensation she was experiencing suddenly lessened. Then she felt cool metal begin to part her labial lips, and abruptly began issuing shrill staccato sighs that screamed of uncontrollable climax.

“She’ll sound like she’s in seventh heaven for the next minute and a half, boys and girls,” Wanda whispered softly as she shrugged her shoulders at the fascination on the faces of her four tablemates, “and then she’ll spend another eight or so minutes making everyone realize that heaven was really hell. That will start when the spit tip reaches her cervix. I’ll watch the rest of this sitting down!” The Scarlet Witch frowned and walked quickly back to the principal reserved table, leaving a mesmerized foursome behind her.

“Well?” Janet asked with laughing eyes as she stared into her friend’s face as Wanda took her seat. “From here it looks like Ollie would be given a run for his money.”

“Ollie wouldn’t be in the running,” Wanda whispered back while giggling softly. “Neither would some horses, if they still had such here, and if tennis balls were oval….” Wanda chuckled as she hissed softly, “They are yours if you want them…and we manage to take them, Zatanna.”

“No, Wanda, I’ll pass,” Zatanna replied in a serious tone with a thoughtful look on her face, “I’d rather play with something warm and alive. I guess I better apologize to Dinah before she tells Ollie I lost my temper, and then try to get back on the emerald archer’s good side. I’ll have to find a way to get him to forgive me for using the Zatanna on him at the start of the evening!”

“What’s to forgive?” Janet asked with a wicked grin on her face. “He knew the price of joining us here before he arrived at Avengers’ mansion. If you hadn’t helped Dinah extract that price, Dinah would have had to do it all herself, like I did with Hank.”

“I’m sure Janet is right, Zatanna,” Sue concurred softly as she stared out at the girl trapped on the back of a Jessica machine. “The boys are going to have an awful lot to think about when we get back home. After all, this is our fourth trip here and I still cannot believe the nightmare society has involved into. Look at the fascination on the faces around us as the audience watches and listens to that poor girl climax while trapped atop that Jessica machine as they wait for her impalement to begin!”

“Yes, on the faces of the girls, this culture’s livestock, as wells as the men, this cultures ranchers,” Wanda observed softly as she nodded to their four tablemates standing on the dance floor. “The girls around us actually seem jealous of Aneece and the attention she’s getting. I can almost understand that, in view of the eventual certainty that they will all be culled from the herd as well. It’s the fascination on Hank and Oliver’s faces that worries me, and the fact that neither seem to be bothered with the idea that they themselves plan on placing waitresses on Jessica machines later tonight.”

“When in Rome, Wanda,” Zatanna interjected with a chuckle. “Once you start thinking of human girls as livestock, the thought of butchering and eating them isn’t that hard to get past. We’ve already done it. You three watched Firebird ride one of those Jessica machines. We four watched Fire and Ice get killed for their meat. We know all three of our fellow heroines ended up in 41^st Century bellies. Hell, Janet and I came one forced climax away from getting ourselves spitted, live roasted, and eaten tonight. We know coming here is stupid, but we do it anyhow. We need to wise up, or we ourselves will eventually be culled from the herd.” Zatanna smiled as Wanda frowned.

“Well, it looks like the fun is over,” Oliver noted dryly as Aneece gasped in the middle of the umpteenth staccato sigh of climax and then let out a short shrill scream. “Do you and Diana want to return to our table, sweet cheeks, or are you going to stay up her with me and Hank and watch the impalement?”

“Diana, I would like to watch from here,” a pale-faced Dinah replied in a cracking voice. “I’d like to see this up close, just once, and I’d rather not watch from the dance floor later when the boys do their waitresses.”

“Very well, friend Dinah, then I will remain as well, though I have seen impalements before,” Princess Diana of Themyscira replied with a chuckle. “My sisters and I watched Vlad the Impaler do such to hundreds in one day…we were too outnumbered to interfere. ‘Tis a wicked means of execution, is it not, friend Hank? Do you still mean to place a waitress on one of these spitting machines yourself, later this evening?”

Hank Pym frowned as he listened to the black girl groan in discomfort before replying, “How else am I going to prepare my fresh fillet for roasting, Princess? I mean…that was the plan before we even left home. I know it sounds weird, but seeing as it’s both legal and customary here…and the waitresses voluntarily make themselves available…and sooner, rather than later, are bound to ride a Jessica anyhow…. Well…it doesn’t feel like murder. Yes, I still mean to spit Kaori later tonight!”

“That’s the way to behave like a 41^st Century guy, Hank!” Oliver Queen chuckled softly. “Wanda is going to be proud of the way we’ve taken her advice, and I’m going to enjoy doing THAT to Colleen, before munching her fillet.” The man known in his own time as the Green Arrow nodded to Jason Carlson as he arched his back and moaned in pleasure while spewing semen into the beautiful black girl’s anus.

“God, that was fun, Aneece!” Carlson hissed as he pulled back and let the glans of his penis pop out of his victim’s sphincter. “Aren’t you now glad you missed your rendezvous with me the other night?”

“No, Sir,” Aneece gasped in a quivering voice and then groaned as she felt the sharp spit point begin piercing her stomach, “I wish I had taken my chances as a fox…even if my nipples had ended up on your necklace. I’m sorry, Sir!”

“Don’t be sorry, sow,” Jason chortled softly, “you would have ended up being spitted anyhow, but with a much smaller audience to appreciate your meat-hood, and your nipples might still end up on my necklace. If you want to avoid the latter, you’ll watch your teeth as I feed you your final meal!” Jason climbed off of the back of the Jessica, after clumsily kicking off his shoes so that he could step out of the pants around his ankles, and purposefully moved to the front of the Jessica.

“OH, NO!” Sue gasped softly with widened blue eyes as she slowly shook her head. “He’s forcing his penis into Aneece’s mouth! He’s going to force her to fellate him as she gets impaled!”

“Well, maybe being used as a fellatrix will help the poor girl take her mind off of the sharp spear slowly working its way up her chest cavity,” Janet pointed out softly with a wicked grin on her face. “AND, with any luck Carlson will be slow in getting off a second time and end up with a nice thick catheter shoved up his pecker.”

“Nothing is going to take the sow’s mind off of the steel working its way up her body, Janet,” Wanda replied softly with a frown on her face. “Nothing is going to stop Aneece from feeling hot coals below her in a few short minutes, so there is nothing to be gained tonight by grumbling about her fate…both of you. Let Jason Carlson enjoy his male privileges…and hope that in a few short days we see to it that he can never enjoy such again.”

“Sorry, Aneece,” Carlson chortled while grinning broadly as he humped his member in and out of the groaning and gasping girl’s throat, “but if you were hoping for the breast injectors, you’re going to be disappointed. I’ve been told that the chefs here at Final Fantasy think that barbecued breast bacon is a waste of good meat. I guess I was supposed to debreast you right after the Jessica snapped closed around you, but then I would have missed out of some quality time with my cock in your pussy. Call me lazy, but I’m going to leave most of the breast removal to Final Fantasy’s barbecue pit attendants.”

“Janet told me that the Jessica’s are equipped with needle-like injectors that can fill a girl’s breasts with cooking oil and herbs,” Hank Pym whispered with a silly smile on his face. “She says the breasts visibly swell as they are filled, and that you can hear the liquid boil as the girl is roasted.”

“Sow, not girl,” Dinah corrected softly as she watched the black figure on the Jessica machine quiver and gasp.

“Nay, meat…living meat…not sow and not girl,” Diana whispered with a frown on her face. “‘Twould not be a pleasant end in any case, but the sound of one’s bloated breasts boiling ‘twould surely only add insult to injury.”

“Nevertheless, I want to see the injectors at work later tonight, Diana,” Hank replied without losing the silly grin. “Naturally, I’ll also want to get a little head while that’s happening. Carlson looks like he’s really having a ball over there!”

“Yes he does, doesn’t he, old buddy,” Oliver agreed with a soft chuckle as the hazel-eyed man abruptly pulled his manhood out of the black girl’s mouth and began ejaculating into her face while laughing loudly, “or rather it looks like he’s emptying one. It looks like he’s going to cheat Aneece out of that last meal after all.”

“What?” Jason Carlson chortled as the Grade A black girl grimaced and blushed before him. “You didn’t expect me to continue letting you deep throat me despite the fact that I can see your throat swell as the spit begins its journey up your esophagus, did you, Aneece? Don’t worry! I didn’t spoil your meat with that sticky shower. The head comes off the carcass when the live roasting is over with!”

Carlson roared with laughter as, after opening her mouth to issue what he imagined would have been a sharp retort, Aneece managed only a loud gagging sound. “Don’t bother, sow!” Jason hissed acerbically. “I can see the glint of metal pushing past your tonsils. You’re days as a walking, talking meat animal are over with, Aneece. The only thing left for you, before you begin your horizontal pole dance over hot coals, is to donate a pair of necklace beads.”

Aneece gagged and gurgled in horror as she watched her escort for the evening pull a small pair of surgical scissors from his shirt pocket and kneel before her. She felt him steady her right breast with his left hand, and then felt blade edges on either side of the base of her turgid right nipple. Despite the agony emanating from inside her torso, she tried to scream around the thickening metal lodged in her throat when the tip of her breast suddenly burned with agony.

“Nice catch!” Janet Van Dyne giggled after watching Carlson pluck the falling nipple out of mid air with his left hand. “That’s not the first time that bastard has done that to a girl’s breast tip, I’d wager.”

“I’ll not bet against it,” Wanda replied as a gagging and pallid Sue suddenly stood and rushed towards the unisex bathroom door in the corner of the room. “I just hope we are collecting trophies next Thursday, not contributing them. That looks painful!” Wanda nodded towards Carlson as he deftly snipped the left nipple from Aneece’s left breast, once again plucking the falling flesh out of mid air.

“Painful, yes,” Zatanna agreed with a frown on her face as she shivered in her chair, “but I would be more concerned about the spit tip that is wedging Aneece’s teeth apart. If they do catch one of you, you better hope you’re one of the lucky foxes that get hanged, or even beheaded, and taken back to a hunter’s home for later use. No one deserves to end up living meat on a metal stick!”

“Yeah, that would really blow, wouldn’t it?” Janet chuckled softly as she watched Jason Carlson pull on his pants and step into his shoes. “Don’t fret over it, though, Zatanna. We’re superheroines, and you and your magic will be with us. Those hunters don’t stand a chance.”

“Hush, up, Janet,” Wanda warned in a whisper. “It looks like Jason has lost interest in Aneece, now that he’s collected his trophies. He’s headed back this way.” The auburn-haired Avenger was careful to avoid eye contact with the handsome, muscular, hazel-eyed man as he walked past their table to stand beside his chair at the second reserved table next to the dance floor.

“I apologize, Bill,” Jason announced loudly enough for most of the room to hear, “if I’ve delayed your lottery. If it’s okay with you, I’ll leave that live roaster for your pit attendants to finish debreasting before they get her over the goals. I’ll publically congratulate the Metropolitan University Dragons for their double gymnastics tournament win, and then be on my way. Have a good evening folks!” Carlson then stared across Bill’s table at Wanda, and hissed softly, “Until Wednesday at midnight in twelve days, girls, or you’ll get what Aneece got.”

Bill Jennings shrugged his shoulders as he watched Carlson head towards Final Fantasy’s front entrance, and then turned to watch Oliver, Dinah, Hank, and Diana retake their seats, before waving Cheryl over to his table. “Cheryl, it looks like we have more work that needs being done,” Bill proclaimed with a chuckle. “Have Candace take Heather into the kitchen and dress her before preparing her to be a take home long pig. Then, on your way to the patio, inform Sydney Thatcher of his good fortune. Tell the pit attendants to come out here and fetch the other three long pigs hanging over the dance floor. Tell them to get them ready for roasting and over the coals at the same time as our new live roaster. It’s been a while since we had all four barbecue pits occupied at the same time! Then get those head waitresses out here. We have a lottery to hold!”

“Wanda,” Sue said in a quivering voice as she retook her seat while Cheryl hurried back into the kitchen, “I thought I saw Mr. Carlson leaving Final Fantasy, despite the fact that the Jessica machine is only just now finished spearing her.” Sue nodded towards a squirming Aneece who had just been eviscerated and was in the process of getting her near empty torso filled with stuffing. After watching Wanda nod, Sue announced, “I thought so. He left with a blonde…evidently a second date…and I swear she looked just like Judy Hunsaker.”

“That would be impossible, Sue,” Wanda replied softly with a concerned look on her face. “No one has the technology to regenerate a decapitated head! Are you alright? We were worried when you chose that particular moment to powder your nose!” Sue nodded with a sheepish look on her face, so Wanda thought it best to leave well enough alone. “Good! Now, what did you boys think of the Jessica machine?”

Chapter 29. A Very Special Lottery

The 21^st Century superheroines and superheroes watched with interest as Bill, Cheryl, Kaori, and Colleen made final preparations for the lottery in front of the Game room door, once Aneece had been taken out to the barbecue patio after her ankles had been tied together above her spit, and the corpses of the hanged girls had been removed from the dance floor. Hank and Oliver had followed Aneece out to the barbecue pits, but had returned only minutes later, seemingly satisfied that they could condemn a pair of 41^st Century waitresses to the same fate. Even while the boys were away, none of the heroines had brought up being forced into the lottery, but Wanda could tell that Sue and Zatanna were less than thrilled at being required to risk their sexy bits one more time than expected.

Wanda knew it didn’t help that her friends could see the short, horizontal, rubber-covered waist-high beam with short metal legs near the west side of the dance floor, that would evidently be used to position the lottery winners in a bent over position for their debreastings and declittings; the principal reserved table was perfectly positioned to view the debreastings as the girls faced its occupants. Likely even more troubling for her friends, was the small tray table beside the bend-over beam that held a Zatanna hoop knife, a vacuum extractor, a pry bar, and a pair of surgical scissors. The floor between the two reserved tables adjacent the dance floor and the bend-over beam had been cordoned off so that Final Fantasy patrons would not be able to block the view of the reserved table’s occupants.

While the table of eight watched the final preparations as the green bin was placed on a stand next to the Game room door, and the drawing barrel was placed before it, the tension had increased after Hank had asked why the bend-over beam was being used instead of the bend-over bar being lowered from the ceiling. Wanda had been forced to explain that Bill had no doubt raffled off the right for two men to share the lottery losers’ pain as their sexy bits were harvested, and that the sturdier beam would take the girls’ weight as they were sodomized. Dinah had laughed loudly as she watched the two men adjust their suddenly tented crotches, and four of the other five girls had cringed. Wanda supposed she couldn’t blame the men for their horniness, given the abundance of semi-nude women around them and all that they had witnessed since arriving at Final Fantasy.

“Okay ladies, it is time for our nightly lottery,” Bill Jennings called out loudly so the entire room could hear once Cheryl had finished placing the drawing barrel, a tall metal frame with a rotatable mixing can atop it, before him and then rushed off to the kitchen. “We have a lot of new faces here tonight, so I’ll go over the rules before we begin. Each if you breasted women were given two disks. One of those disks should still be hanging from your nipple clip, where everyone can read the number, and the other should be in either the red bin or the green bin. Those of you with your disk in the red bin are not part of this lottery, along with the breastless women and gentlemen.”

Bill picked up and shook the green bin, and then looked up with a smile, “Well folks, it looks like we’re going to have a lot of debreasting booth action later this evening, as we don’t have our usual number of entries for tonight’s lottery. I think the reason for that should be obvious to all momentarily, but first things first. Note that the green bin has the label ‘green’ on it. It won’t do you any good to claim you were color blind, if you suddenly change your mind about being in the lottery.”

“Back to the rules then,” the owner of Final Fantasy continued, “eight disks are going to be randomly withdrawn from the green bin and placed in the drawing barrel, joining the first two disks in the drawing barrel, Kaori and Colleen’s, as they are on potential menu item duty for Final Fantasy. That’s right folks, Final Fantasy is taking twenty percent of the risk during this lottery. Your disk please, Kaori.”

“Yes, Mr. Jennings,” Kaori replied as she removed one of the disks from the nipple clip ring hanging from her right pinkish-brown-tipped C-cup, “here it is. The first disk deposited into the drawing barrel is numbered number 1.” She held the disk up for the room to see and then handed it to her boss. Mr. Jennings opened the hatch to the drawing barrel and placed Kaori’s disk inside it.

“Thank you, Kaori, and the best of luck to you,” Bill Jennings said with a smile. “As you already are nude, go ahead and take your position five feet away from the wall, just on the other side of the Game room door.”

“Yes, Mr. Jennings,” Kaori replied, and took the assigned position with a deer-in-headlights look on her face.

“Your disk please, Colleen,” Bill commanded as he stared into the lovely face of the beautiful blue-eyed redhead with shoulder length hair.

“Right away, Mr. Jennings,” Colleen replied as she deftly removed one of her disks from the nipple clip ring hanging from a perfect brownish-pink-tipped D-cup. “The second disk going into the drawing barrel is the one with a 2 on it, Sir.” Colleen held the disk out for the room to see and then handed it to her boss.

“Thank you, Colleen, and the best of luck to you as well,” Bill Jennings replied as he placed the disk in the drawing barrel. “Now, as you are nude as well, let’s have you get the lineup started by taking a position in front of the wall just on the other side of Kaori.” Bill smiled as Colleen nodded and then hurried over to take her place.

“They look nervous, don’t they folks?” Bill asked with a chuckle as he smiled out to the crowd. “I’ll explain why when our lineup is complete. Now, I’m going to draw the other eight numbers from the green bin, one at a time. If your number is called, remove your clothing and leave them at the table with your friends, and then come down and continue forming a line parallel to the wall. I want everyone who put their disk in the green bin to look down at the number on your nipple clip so that you’ll be sure to know it if it is called. That will keep things moving along at a nice pace.”

Bill paused while he watched many of the girls around him, including the five breasted girls at the heroines’ table, check the numbers on the disk hanging from their nipple clips. Then he announced, “We are running late and we have a lot of post-lottery events planned, so let’s get right to it. I guess I’ll have to forgo my usual attempts at humor.” Bill shook the green bin again, before placing it back on its head-high pedestal and popping its lid off. He reached into the bin and then held the disk forward for the room to see as he announced, “The third entry into tonight’s lottery is wearing disk number 77.”

“OH, MY GOD!” Dinah spat, much louder than she meant to, as she stared at the nipple clip hanging from a huge double-D breast tipped with a very large pinkish-brown areola and unusually thick nipple. “That’s you, Diana! You’re in the lottery! Damn, it’s a good thing we shaved!”

“Why, so I am and so it is, friend Dinah,” Princess Diana of Themyscira acknowledged with a smile on her face. “This is most interesting. What is the appropriate response, Wanda?”

“Dump your bottoms, and get your butt up there and get in line, Diana!” Janet interjected frantically with a frown on her face. “You don’t want anyone to suggest you should forfeit the lottery because you stalled, do you?”

“Certainly not, friend Janet,” Diana replied calmly as she stood and slipped her patriotic bikini bottoms down her long, well-toned legs, “but as we are very near the back wall, there will be little delay.” Diana then hurried forward and took a position beside Colleen.

“Well, now one of my post-lottery events is at risk, as well as a pair of pensions,” Bill acknowledged with a chuckle as he placed the disk in the drawing barrel. “When I say good luck, Diana, Princess of Joust, I really mean it. Now, for the next number.”

Bill drew the next disk from the green barrel, and, as he held the disk out, declared, “The next girl to enter the lottery is wearing number 53.”

“FUCK THIS SHIT!” rang out from the back of the room. “I do declare, this stinks. I ain’t even had ma Chinese food delivered yet. Y’all best not munch ma sandwich while I be standin’ in line!” The portly black girl then rounded the corner from her table near the front door and hurried forward, her droopy C-cups bouncing as she stepped. Without another word she took her place at the end of the line.

“Okay,” Bill said as he placed the disk in the drawing barrel and resisted the urge to crack a joke, “lets pull the fifth number.” He reached into the green bin and held another disk out to the audience, as he announced, “Lottery entry number five is wearing number 24.”

“ICE HOT!” a gorgeous blonde with slightly swooping pinkish-tipped B-cups near the door to the patio screamed. “I’m going to make really great meat!” she hollered excitedly as she dropped her bicycle shorts.

Bill slowly shook his head in disbelief as the blonde rushed across the room and joined the lineup. “Well, some of us are in for a surprise, young lady,” he chuckled as he dropped the disk into the drawing barrel. Bill pulled and held out another disk as he announced, “The second half of our lineup begins with the girl wearing number 18.”

“Again?” Charles asked with a chuckle as he smiled at Jamie at the second reserved table near the dance floor. “Back-to-back Final Fantasy lotteries, woman! You’d best get past this infatuation with debreasting booths, or I’m going to end up needing a new wife.”

“Hush, husband,” Jamie replied with an ashen face as she dropped her evening dress from her waist to the floor. “It’s only a one-in-ten, followed by a one-in-nine, chance that I’ll have my number drawn a second time, and those odds don’t change no matter how many times my number goes into the drawing barrel. Besides, any year now, you’re bound to want to trade me in for younger eye candy. I’d rather enjoy life until then!” The short-haired blonde did her best to smile as she carried perfect pinkish-tipped D-cups towards the lineup.

“Howdy again, Jamie,” Bill chuckled as his tablemate joined the lineup, “and good luck to both you and Charles. Now, for the seventh number.” Bill pulled another disk from the green bin and held it out as he announced, “Lucky number seven is wearing 65.”

“You bastards!” Zatanna spat with disgust. “Now you’ve got two of us out their risking body parts. I hope you enjoy the show!”

“Oh, you can count on that, Zatanna,” Oliver replied dryly as he grinned at his fellow Justice Leaguer. “With any luck, Wanda, Sue, and Dinah will join you and Diana out there momentarily. What do you think about that, Hank, my man?”

“I think that would make some pretty good odds that you and I will be really enjoying the half-time shows, Ollie,” Hank Pym replied with his ever present silly grin. “Come on, Zatanna, be a sport and drop the bottoms. You heard Wanda pretty much promise all you girls would get debreasted before the night is done. What’s the difference if it happens on the dance floor instead of in one of those debreasting booths?”

“MEN!” Zatanna hissed loudly as she pushed her bottoms down and hurried over to the end of the lineup while the men chuckled and Dinah laughed.

“Howdy, Zatanna,” Bill said with a chuckle as he watched the raven-haired Justice Leaguer carrying perfect pinkish-brown-tipped D-cups take her place beside Jamie. “As you heard, folks, this sow, one of my prized milk cows, can get a bit mouthy from time to time,” Bill announced as he dropped the disk in the drawing bin and then walked behind the girls and towards the end of the line. “And as I promised on your first visit to Final Fantasy, Zatanna, I will take measures to avoid any dangerous inclinations that might come over you.” As Zatanna blushed badly from his milk cow pronouncement, Bill Jennings fit a ball gag into the mouth of the most dangerous woman in his 41^st Century city, and buckled its belt around the back of her head. Then he tied the 21^st Century magic wielding superheroine’s wrists behind her back with twine, and returned to his position behind the drawing barrel while roaring with laughter.

“Sorry, folks,” Bill called out as he fought to contain himself, “it’s a private joke between me and my milk cows. Now for the eighth girl to be entered into the lottery.” Bill reached into the green bin and held out another disk as he announced, “Number 101! My goodness we do have a full house tonight.”

“That’s me, Sir,” a voice called from near the front door. “I hadn’t decided whether or not to do a booth stint, as my co-workers plan on doing, so I entered the lottery just in case. I guess one of us already getting debreasted got me to chicken out!” a petite Latino in her late twenties with brown eyes and black hair and carrying slightly swooping B-cups tipped with brownish nipples and areolae announce as she hurried towards the back of the nightclub to join the lineup.

That’s Mary Garcia,” Janet whispered excitedly, “one of the high school teachers from the dairy. Between what she just said and what Rachel Hartnell told you earlier, it’s a guarantee that Helen Thomas will be taking a debreasting booth sometime tonight, Wanda. Suddenly my mouth is watering!”

“While you can’t do anything about it, Janet?” Wanda chided softly as she nodded to her friend and teammate’s breast bandages. “Now hush up! You’re interrupting Bill!”

“Well, then it was nice of you to enter the lottery, Miss Garcia,” Bill chuckled softly at the Latino girl as she took her position while he dropped her disk into the drawing barrel. “It’s good to know my sales pitch at the dairy was effective. Now,” Bill reached into the green bin and pushed the numbered disk out towards the crowd, “the second to the last entry into our nightly lottery is wearing number 92.”

“Right here, Bill,” the remaining blonde at Sydney Thatcher’s table called out with a giggle as she worked her evening dress down her hips. “I thought this was to be my night to win at gambling, but I guess I’ll have to risk these a second time tonight,” the brown-eyed blonde announced as she lifted her perfect pink-tipped C-cups, one breast in each hand. “Maybe these fellahs will be missing out on an Agatha sandwich after all.”

“Oh, in the event that your number comes up again, Agatha,” Bill replied in a friendly tone as he watched the blonde take her position at the end of the lineup, “I’m sure Gerald and Sydney will scrounge something up. We Club X members are a resourceful bunch.” Bill dropped Agatha’s disk into the drawing barrel, and pulled the tenth and final disk from the green bin. “The final sow entered into this night’s lottery is wearing number 12,” Bill announced as he held the disk out.”

“HEY, THAT’S ME!” Dinah hollered as she stared in disbelief at the disk hanging from her nipple clip. “It’ll be cool if I get debreasted by some guy using a hoop blade while everyone watches, won’t it, Oliver?”

“If you say so, sweet cheeks,” Oliver replied in a whisper with a frown on his face, “but Hank’s going to have to be the one doing it to you. I couldn’t stomach it myself. That’s right, Bill vouchsafed Cheryl’s fillet by giving us the honor of taking body parts from the lottery losers. How could we know Wanda had her own negotiations in mind?”

“Why am I not surprised, Oliver?” Wanda interjected with surprising calmness. “As part of a ceremony, my rule number one doesn’t hold. That’s why you entered us into the lottery! This way you’ll have a chance to debreast one of us personally.”

“Not one of US, Wanda,” Janet pointed out in a soft whisper with a wicked grin on her face, “one of the Justice League heroines. Once Dinah drops her bottoms and gets her behind over to the end of the line, there will be a thirty percent chance, followed by a thirty-three percent chance, these boys will get to debreast, and, I remind you, declit, one or more of Ollie’s teammates. You should each do one end of each girl, Hank, so there is shared blame!”

“Was that the plan at the start of the evening, Dinah?” Oliver asked dryly with frown on his face. “Shared blame? Get your butt out there and hope you don’t get lucky, because Hank and I are going to implement Janet’s suggestion.”

“Good!” Dinah spat as she pushed down her black and gold bikini bottoms. Then she laughed as she rushed over to take her position in the lineup to put her endangered perfect pink-tipped C-cups on full display.

“Okay, listen up, folks,” Bill Jennings called out over the now chattering room, “before I draw two of the ten disks for a second and final time, this time from the drawing barrel, I want to make sure that everyone that hasn’t already heard knows that were aren’t using a Jessica to convert the lottery winners to meat tonight. After a very short break, the men at the regular reserved table will use the Zatanna hoop knife and the vacuum extractor on the tray beside the bend-over bar to nullify the lottery winners…the reason for my waitresses’ nervousness as well as the lower than normal number of entrants into the lottery.” The room laughed as the B-cupped blonde who had her number pulled fifth fainted. “Not to mention a small breasted girl passing out. Naturally, the men from the reserved table will no doubt share in the lottery winners’ pain as they do so. If you want a good view of the nullifications, you’re going to have to crowd around the perimeter of the dance floor.”

“Okay let’s see who the winners are!” Bill called out as he slowly used a handle at one end of the drawing barrel to rotate it and mix the disks. Six heroines and two heroes watched the barrel turn with their breaths held and their eyes locked on it, though their reasons for doing so and preferences for outcomes varied. The nightclub was hushed as Bill stopped the mixing, opened the barrel’s lid, and without looking, drew a disk. Bill looked at the disk and said, “Ah Oh! I’m so sorry, but Jamie’s luck ran out, Charles.” Bill held out the disk with an 18 on it. “Jamie, you may join your husband at your table for a few short minutes before I ask you to step onto the dance floor to have your donations accepted by Hank and/or Oliver.”

“Now, for the second sow to forfeit breasts and clitoris,” Bill began as he withdrew another disk from the drawing barrel while a horrified Jamie rushed into Charles’s arms, “it’s going to be one of the girls from the regular reserved table getting nullified by their male tablemates. I’m sorry, Zatanna, but it’s you,” Bill announced as he held out the disk with a 65 on it. “I’m sure you’ll join Jamie in accepting your bad luck heroically and with appropriate decorum. You may return to your table for a few moments, and the rest of you sows are released from the lineup to once again be girls. Don’t forget to put your bottoms on right away.” Bill watched as an angry and disappointed Zatanna nodded and then was hugged by Diana, before heading back to their table with Dinah. He hollered loudly, “Let’s everyone give a big hand for Jamie and Zatanna to thank them for the generous donations and entertainment they are about to provide!” Bill Jennings smiled as the room was filled with raucous applause.

Zatanna was seething with anger as she took her chair with her hands still tied behind her back and her mouth gagged. She glared at Oliver and then at Hank. Then she twisted her head and glared at Bill Jennings, who was hugging a sobbing Jamie while trying to calm a heartbroken Charles.

“Zatanna, if you promise to behave yourself and go along with Final Fantasy tradition,” Bill whispered after leaving his own table to stand behind the Justice League lottery winner, “I’ll untie your hands and un-gag you so you can finish your drink. We both know you’re up to accepting fate.” Bill watched as a frowning magic wielder nodded, and then added, “Good! I know you’re brave enough to take your bad luck like the heroine you are. Still, the gag goes back on when the time comes to make your donations to the worldwide food chain.”

Bill watched Zatanna nod again, and then took one of the biggest risks of his life by untying the heroine’s wrists. He chuckled softly as the raven-haired Justice Leaguer reached behind her head and made quick work of unbuckling the ball gag. Without saying a word, she set the gag on the table before her and drained her Lactic Blaster.

“Ah, Cheryl,” Bill chortled softly as his nightclub manager suddenly stepped beside him, “I see you’re reading my mind again. Zatanna could probably use another drink.” Bill smiled as Wanda pushed her Lactic Blaster before a shaking Zatanna as he took the small brass plate and engraving tool from the blonde standing beside him.

“I am most sorry for your bad luck, Miss Jamie,” Cheryl said softly with a frown on her face as she turned to the nearby table, before returning her attention to Zatanna, “and yours as well, Miss Zatanna. I wish this were a normal lottery night, and that the two of you could ride Jessica’s, instead of….”

“Actually, that is a wish we don’t share, Cheryl!” Zatanna hissed with obvious disgust and then drained Wanda’s Lactic Blaster. “Seeing as I don’t have a husband to have me live butchered after I donate body parts to Bill’s profit margin, I’ll take the nullification instead and then hope for a miracle at the end of the night. Thanks, Sue,” Zatanna added as the Fantastic Four’s matriarch pushed her Lactic Blaster before her troubled tablemate, before nodding to the brass plate. “What do you have there, Bill? A label for more heroine souvenirs?”

“That’s right, Zatanna,” Bill chuckled softly, amazed at how well the feisty Justice Leaguer was accepting her bad luck. “If you wouldn’t mind scratching your nom de guerre into this plaque, I would be most pleased. Perhaps I’ll show you the trophies the next time you are in town.”

“I doubt that,” Zatanna spat acerbically as she used the engraving tool. “This place is too damned dangerous. I hadn’t planned on being here tonight, until I was offered a chance to harvest some body parts myself. In retrospect, it wasn’t worth it!” Zatanna handed the plate and engraver back to Bill and glared at Oliver, before snatching Dinah’s Lactic Blaster away from her. “Shall we do this?” the raven-haired heroine asked, before draining the drink.

“Yes, of course,” Bill replied with a chuckle, and turned to hand Charles a length of twine. “Take your feet, sows!” After Zatanna had complied, Bill retied her hands, snatched the ball gag off the table before her, and forced it into her mouth before securing it around the back of her head, while Charles tied Jamie’s wrists behind her back and kissed her one last time.

“Sorry, Zatanna, but with a temper like yours, a fellow can’t be too careful,” Bill chuckled when he had the heroine secured. “Now turn and face me while I make a three-dimensional map of your upper torso.” Bill took the small handheld scanner Cheryl was holding out to him, held it before Zatanna’s chest, and instructed, “Face straight forward with your shoulders level, sow. I’m mapping of your bust, so that your breasts can join that autographed plaque and your severed, plastic-encased clitoris on a trophy board. Don’t worry, you and your tablemates will still get to eat sandwiches made from your breast bacon. I only need your preserved skins to make my trophies!”

Zatanna grunted and did as instructed, thinking, ‘It’s good to know I won’t be missed,’ while the nightclub owner from her future did his scanning. ‘Strangely, I still like Bill Jennings, despite what he is about to have done to me. Let him have his trophies, so long as they are regenerated when we get back home. It is a certainty that Final Fantasy will never see me again!’

Once finished, Bill handed the scanner back to Cheryl, noting, “I think everyone except Diana could use another drink, Cheryl. Do put the scanner back in my office.” He grinned as Cheryl hurried toward the kitchen.

Then nightclub owner pushed Zatanna beside Jamie and commanded, “You two sows, take positions side-by-side in the center of the dance floor facing these tables. It’s time to have you nullified!” Bill Jennings roared with laughter as the two ashen-faced females complied.

Turning back to the main reserved table, Bill stared first at Hank and then at Ollie, before warning, “If either of you fail to participate in accepting those sows’ donations, I’ll have you both docked. In this venue, men behave like 41^st Century men, regardless of circumstances! Now take your positions behind the sows while I make my announcement. Then it is up to you as to who goes first and who harvests what!” Bill Jennings hurried towards the drawing barrel in front of the Game room door.

“Gentlemen,” Charles interjected as the two 21^st Century superheroes took their feet, “I’ve noticed that there is something different about you and the way Bill treats you. Something more than just your women’s abilities to…restore themselves. I just wanted to make sure you know that there will be no hard feelings between us for what you are about to do to Jamie. Do make sure to share her pain as she is nullified. She deserves to feel a cock up her ass one last time before she is taken to a government conversion facility!” Charles, with a friendly smile on his face, shook first Oliver’s hand and then Hank’s before retaking his seat.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bill announced loudly from in front of the Game room door as Hank and Ollie took their positions behind the two sows and a crowd formed around the dance floor, “the lottery winners will now surrender their offered donations, leaving them both sexually nullified. The nullifications will be carried out by Hank Pym and Oliver Queen, the boon I paid them for not purchasing my new manager’s fillet before I promoted her. As these gentlemen are from the country and have little experience in employing vacuum extractors and pry bars, I will supervise, but not participate in the nullifications. Gentlemen, get one of the sows over the bend-over beam, ass facing the audience!”

“Let’s do Jamie first, Hank,” Oliver suggested softly with a grin on his face and a twinkle in his green eyes. “I don’t know about you, but I mean to empty my nuts into one of these sows, and Charles might not appreciate it if his wife is the one I soil. Speaking of wives, let’s do implement your wife’s suggestion and each do one end of each girl…I mean sow. Seeing as I have to work with Zatanna, and she is likely to be more bitter about being declitted than being debreasted, I’ll return the favor she did me and use the hoop knife on her breasts. That means I would like to declit Jamie, if you don’t mind.”

“No problem, Ollie,” Hank replied with and even sillier than usual grin on his face, “as, ever since Janet told me about this place, I’ve dreamed of getting the chance to neuter a heroine! I just wish it was with a declitting tube! Okay, Jamie, you heard the man. You go first, and you’re going to give me the best 41^st Century blow job you’ve ever given, before I harvest those big ta tas of yours.”

Jamie nodded with tears in her eyes, but a look of calm acquiescence on her face, and moved from the center of the dance floor around the bend-over beam to stand before it facing the dance floor wall. Without being asked, she spread her legs as wide as possible and leaned forward to rest her belly atop the beam. As Hank stepped in front of her and lowered his trouser’s zipper, she opened her mouth. She moaned as the handsome blonde man before her pushed the head of his warm, hard manhood into her mouth, and began avidly sucking and tonguing the spongy glans, which was already leaking seminal fluid. Meanwhile, Oliver and Bill had taken positions behind her.

“First you’re going to use the vacuum extractor, that tube and plunger affair that looks like a large syringe, Oliver,” Bill explained softly and then smiled as the Green Arrow plucked the device from the tray table. “Just place the narrow end firmly over her clitoral glans and slowly pull the plunger back. Try to do so without blocking the audience’s view.”

“I’ve got it, Bill,” Oliver Queen replied softly, suddenly aware of the excited chatter coming from the audience behind him that almost made the slurping sounds coming from the other side of the bend-over beam stand difficult to hear. “Let me see if I can figure this out on my own. Jump in if you see me screwing things up, but otherwise, wait for me to ask.”

Oliver watched Bill nod, and then turned his attention to the matter at hand. He took his knees and leaned his head forward and began tonguing Jamie’s clitoris, instantly causing her to issue a loud moan of sexual need. The bearded hero pulled his head back, and grinned as he noted the tiny organ had become engorged with blood. He examined the clear plastic, syringe-like device he was holding in his right hand. It had a thin lower tube, with a small torus around its very end, which led to a much thicker tube. The thicker tube had what looked like a plunger at the end opposite the thinner tube. The plunger was, in turn, connected to a thick, soft rubber gasket that was presently positioned inside and at the bottom of the thicker tube.

Oliver Queen gently fingered Jamie’s clitoris with his left index finger to get it even more swollen, before positioning the end of the thin tube over the blonde’s clitoral glans. He took hold of the end of the thinner tube and held its tip tightly against the apex of Jamie’s vulva, and began pulling the plunger back with his right hand. Oliver grinned as moans from the blonde joined the sucking and gagging sounds she was making over Hank’s phallus. His grin broadened as the Jamie’s moans grew louder as the suction from the plunger retracting the air tight gasket pulled the glans of her clitoris into the smaller tube and caused her clitoral shaft to slowly stretch like a worm exiting its burrow.

“It looks like I’ve got about an inch-and-a-half of her inside the needle-tube, Bill,” Oliver observed softly when the plunger was fully retracted. He couldn’t help chuckling when his words caused Jamie to gasp with dreadful anticipation.

“That’s about all you can hope for with a vacuum extractor, Oliver,” Bill Jennings admitted from his kneeling position to one side of his friend’s wife’s butt. “It’s too bad Janet made me promise that I wouldn’t use the declitting tube on any of her tablemates, and I’m not about to let you do to Jamie what you can’t do to Zatanna. Still, un-stretched you’ll have more than a quarter-inch of clitoral shaft exposed for the first time to open air, and you’ll be able to get even more of her when you use the pry bar. Just use a finger nail to push the torus at the end of the thin tube, a tightly stretched rubber ring, off of its end, and the hard part will be done.”

“Hard part, huh?” Oliver replied dryly. “I would have thought the hard part comes when I have to cut her! By the way, I’m not you, so your promise to Janet about declitting tubes doesn’t mean a thing.” The Green Arrow lowered his right middle finger to the end of the thin tube and pressed his nail downward against the little rubber ring. With an audible snap, the ring slipped off the thin tube and compressed around the base of Jamie’s exposed clitoral shaft, bringing a loud moan from the girl and causing her to buck. Oliver then pushed the plunger forward to release the suction, and pulled the vacuum extractor away from the blonde’s vulva. With amazement on his face, the Green Arrow examined the little organ, noting that the tender flesh extended outward from the apex of the girl’s sex like a little penis, and that the little rubber torus was successfully preventing the stretched organ from retreating into its burrow as the shaft above the compression ring slowly un-stretched. “Got the little bugger! Should I clip it now?”

Bill Jennings chuckled as Jamie gasped in fear and choked on the penis Hank was now busily humping into her throat, before replying. “No. Not yet. You always take the breasts first, or at least simultaneously. Might I suggest you let Hank get Zatanna’s clit ready for clipping as well, before you boys collect Final Fantasy’s assets for me. At least that way Jamie might not choke to death before getting herself nullified!”

“Yeah, okay,” Oliver Queen replied dryly with a mean grin on his face, “that way I can get a little head and try to make Zatanna choke to death before she gets herself nullified. Let’s swap places boys and girls. You’re going to love this part, Hank. Zatanna, not so much so.”

“Yeah, it looked and sounded like fun, Ollie,” Hank Pym acknowledged with a friendly smile on his face as he pulled his stiff manhood out of Jamie’s mouth, put it away and pulled up his zipper, and helped her straighten up. “You give one hell of a blow job, Jamie. Why don’t you take a break over where Zatanna is while I try to get the vacuum extractor gizmo to work on my tablemate’s sexual center.” He chuckled as a relieved looking blonde with a strange looking bit of flesh protruding from her clean-shaven vulva hurried away, and a frowning raven-haired heroine moved much more slowly to take her place on the audience side of the bend over beam.

“I think I’ve got this covered, Bill,” Hank announced with a chuckle as he took the vacuum extractor from Bill, after the Final Fantasy owner had, with some difficulty, managed to get a second rubber ring stretched over its narrow end, and then knelt behind Zatanna. “Spread your feet wider, magic babe, and lay your belly on the beam. We’re about to experience a first and, I wager, only for both of us!”

“Poor Zatanna!” Sue moaned mournfully as she watched Hank examine the vacuum extractor and Oliver remove the ball gag. “She really wanted to go home whole tonight. It’s a shame she lost the lottery!”

“It’s called WINNING the lottery, Sue, because girls are supposed to be eager to donate to the worldwide food chain,” Wanda corrected calmly in a whispered voice. Her tablemates had watched in silence as Oliver had used the vacuum extractor on Jamie, seemingly unwilling to acknowledge Zatanna’s bad luck. The big-breasted Avenger was happy to have the ice broken.

“Yes, well, that’s an attitude we will be working to change, isn’t it, Wanda?” Sue shot back with unusual fervor in her voice.

“You bet, Sue,” Janet jumped in with an impish smile on her face, “but, evidently, we are going to have to do it without Zatanna’s help. The quitter deserves to get her clitoris stretched in front of an audience. Did she tell you beforehand that this was going to be her last girls’ night out with us, Wanda?”

“No, Janet, she said nothing about her plans to me,” Wanda replied softly with sorrow on her face. “I knew Coach Taft had scared her badly the other day…and again tonight. I sensed from the way she answered some of the questions put to her at the dairy and here tonight that she was hiding something. I also began to miss her presence in my future as I used my mind’s eye to gaze along my personal timeline. In truth, I had already informed The Wizard that she would not be with us when he used us as models for his bondage horse special webcast.”

“Hush, gals!” Dinah urged excitedly while giggling loudly. “Ollie’s fished out his big wiener and Hank is getting ready to stretch Zatanna’s clit. Seeing those two getting declitted just a few feet away is going to be a real rush!”

Zatanna blushed beet red as she heard Dinah’s joyful exclamation, and felt Oliver’s huge penis head get positioned between her lips. The Justice Leaguer frowned, and then opened her jaw to let the huge phallus push into the back of her mouth. She shrugged her shoulders and began pleasuring her teammate, the very man responsible for her present predicament. It wasn’t as if this was her first time performing fellatio on the emerald archer, and she hoped the sordid sex act would take her mind off of the discomfort, pain, and debasement that she was about to experience.

The raven-haired magic-wielder suddenly felt Hank Pym begin tonguing her clitoris while the audience chattered excitedly behind her. She briefly considered backwards speaking a translocation spell the minute the huge penis pulled out of her mouth, but realized her sudden vanishing would break her fellow heroines’ cover and put them in dire danger. ‘No,’ Zatanna thought to herself as she smiled around the massive manhood, ‘I’m going to have to accept being debreasted and declitted like any other girl in this time zone. At least I’m doing something I’m good at…entertaining a crowd! Damn! What is Hank doing back there? Trying to force a climax on me with cunnilingus?’ Zatanna’s smile broadened as the huge glans began being worked into her esophagus, and began trying to bob her head up and down. ‘It’s time to prove to Janet that I am a pain slut and sex whore who graves degradation. I am a superheroine!’

Zatanna moaned with disappointment as she felt the flickering tongue leave her love button. She guessed she wasn’t going to get to climax just yet after all. She felt pressure against the front apex of her vulva, followed by suction. Then she felt the strangest discomfort she had ever felt, and knew it was due to the slow stretching of her sexual center. It felt terribly weird for what seemed like an eternity, and then she heard a SNAP, and felt an abrupt squeeze around her clitoral shaft. She grunted and gagged! She sensed Hank push the vacuum extractor forward, and then she felt a breeze on flesh that had never before felt air, and that same flesh slowly un-stretching while being held out of its natural cavity. Zatanna Zatara was wearing a girl penis, waving in the air and waiting for the chop. The Justice Leaguer had been made ready for her public clitoridectomy!

“Very nice work, Hank!” Zatanna heard Bill Jennings exclaim jubilantly twenty seconds later. “I couldn’t have done better myself! There’s a half-inch of clit already exposed. After using the pry bar, I’m sure the trophy you take for me is going to be a good three-quarters-of-an-inch long. Who are you going to work on first?”

“Jamie’s the warm-up act, and Zatanna’s the main event, Bill,” Zatanna heard Hank chortle jovially back. “We will start with my taking Jamie’s breasts while Ollie engages in sodomy. Any advice with the hoop knife?”

“Just hold the blade parallel to her ribcage and slide it up her torso, Hank,” Zatanna heard Bill Jennings reply with a chuckle. “Take every gram of breast you can without slicing into pectoral muscle.” There was a soft popping sound as Oliver Queen pulled his rigid member out of her mouth. As Zatanna readied words, the male phallus was suddenly replaced with a rubber ball, and a strap was buckled around the back of her head. Bill Jennings roared with laughter!

“Okay, we will let you go first, Jamie,” Oliver Queen informed the Grade-A short-haired blonde, who stood gaping at his stiff protruding manhood as he pushed Zatanna beside her. “That way you won’t have to stand there worrying about yourself as you watch us do Zatanna. As you heard, Hank is going to harvest your breasts first, so lean on the bend-over beam from this side this time. Then, when he’s done, I’ll help you over to the other side of the stand and put an end to what must be an unpleasant situation for you.”

Jamie tugged gently on the twine around her wrists as she stared forlornly, first at the bend-over beam and then at her breasts. Then, with teary blue eyes, she stepped forward and bent downward to rest her belly on the smooth, rubber-covered beam, allowing her large and perfect-shaped fair-skinned breasts to dangle downward. “I’m ready to make my donation to the worldwide food chain, Sir,” the papered blonde announced with amazing calmness.

“In a minute, Jamie,” Hank replied softly as he lifted the Zatanna hoop knife from the tray table and tested the edge of the blade that formed a circular cut-out in a paddle-shaped tool. “I’m going to think this through for a moment, as I’ve never used one of these before. In the meantime, you’ll want to pay attention to Ollie.”

“Thanks, Hank,” Oliver Queen chimed in calmly as he stepped behind the bent-over blonde. “Jamie, as I’m sure you heard, I’m going to share your pain as you are debreasted. It’s something of a custom with you city folks, as I understand it. I’m pretty big, as you obviously noticed, and pretty bold as well, so despite Zatanna’s spit on my member, I’m going to have a taste of your pussy before entering your anus.”

“You are male and I am sow, Sir,” Jamie replied matter-of-factly without taking her eyes off of the hoop knife in the hands of the man before her. “That means I am to be used in any manner you see fit, and then harvested.”

“Yes, of course, sow,” Oliver acknowledged as he shook his head in amazement, “I know that. Let’s see if your pussy is as tight as it looks.” The Green Arrow carefully positioned the tip of his monster penis between Jamie’s labial lips and gently pushed his hips forward. The blonde below him issued a long, drawn-out, needful moan as he slowly eased his manhood into her while exclaiming with obvious satisfaction, “Yes! You’re nice and tight and nice and wet, Jamie. You obviously find this sexually stimulating.”

Oliver watched the blonde silently nod as he eased his manhood backwards, and then slowly pushed back in to bury his phallus to the hilt in her vagina. He fucked in out of the bent-over blonde two more times, and then pulled out of her vaginal cavity. As the head of his penis pulled past Jamie’s labial lips, she groaned in disappointment. Then she gasped and held her breath as the Green Arrow positioned the glans of his manhood against her tight sphincter.

“As I said before,” Oliver Queen whispered softly as he smiled downward to the short-haired blonde, “I’m pretty large, so I need you to concentrate on relaxing your muscles back here, Jamie. Can you do that for me?” Again, Oliver watched the girl silently nod. He pushed his hips forward, and, with some effort, managed to push the mushroom tip of his phallus past the tight circle of muscle. The blonde groaned as he slowly eased into her anus. Nearly buried to the hilt, the 21^st Century hero pulled his organ backwards until only his glans remained in Jamie’s tight orifice, then he pushed back in with more deliberate speed, and announced over the pain-filled moan, “That’s it, Hank! If I don’t stop now, she’s going to make me cum in her ass! I want to save my wad for Zatanna’s throat!” The Green Arrow chuckled as he heard Zatanna’s muffled protest in response to his announcement. Evidently his teammate wasn’t fond of the idea of his penis going straight from Jamie’s anus into her mouth.

“Then we better get started,” Hank replied with a silly grin on his face as he stepped to the kitchen-side of the beam. “Do you want these beautiful breasts of yours removed quickly or slowly, Jamie?”

“What I want doesn’t matter, Sir,” Jamie hissed mournfully. “Just take them carefully to make sure my breast bacon is fully harvested.”

“Yes, of course,” Hank Pym replied in his most assuring tone, “and that leaves quickly out of the question, doesn’t it?” As the blonde before him nodded with acquiescence in her gleaming blue eyes, the scientist-cum-superhero carefully fit the cutout of the hoop knife over Jamie’s dangling left D-cup and pushed the flat of the blade against her ribcage while standing to the left of her head and shoulders. He grabbed her left nipple and tugged downward with his left hand. “Steel yourself, sow!” Hank warned hoarsely, and then carefully drug his hand sideways towards the blonde’s head.

Hank heard Jamie whimper just as he realized the blade edge had met resistance, and glanced up to watch Oliver push downward on her back. The girl could obviously feel her skin begin to be sliced open. Hank returned his attention to the breast, and, without pausing, increased his pressure on the paddle-like handle, forcing the blade into the lower base of the conical flesh. Jamie hissed in agony as he continued pushing, driving the curved blade deeper into breast meat.

“Holy shit!” Oliver Queen gasped in awe. “Her sphincter is fluttering like crazy. Her pulsating anus is milking my cock. I don’t know if I can stop myself from dumping my load!”

Hank Pym grinned as he tried to ignore his friend’s excitement and focus on the task at hand. It seemed like an eternity as Hank methodically drug the blade up the blonde’s ribcage, while the girl gasped and groaned in agony and his friend moaned in ecstasy. He watched with amazement as the skin at the base of the orb slowly parted outward and then upward. However, eventually, a matter of seconds actually, the upper edge of the breast bulged outward, and then the conical appendage came free, and dropped while somersaulting to pull downward on the left hand that firmly gripped a nipple that now pointed toward the ceiling. Hank couldn’t help the jubilant grin on his face despite Jamie’s gasping and gagging as she stared downward in horror at the dangling flesh that used to be part of her.

“OH, GOD!” Oliver moaned as he closed his eyes and fought against human nature. “You can practically feel everything she does from the way her muscles back here work on your cock. No wonder they call this sharing a girl’s pain!”

“Yeah, well, control yourself, Ollie,” Hank urged facetiously, “or you’ll end up cheating Zatanna out of her protean shake!” The Avenger quickly set the amputated breast nipple up on the tray table and reached under and across Jamie’s ragged wound to force the hoop knife’s cutout over Jamie’s right breast. He grabbed the breast’s nipple with his left hand and tugged firmly downward as he announced, “I think we did pretty well with the first mastectomy, Jamie. What say I finish my breast reduction procedure and we have you swap ends?”

Without waiting for the blonde before him to nod, Hank Pym forced the circle of steel sideways until the sharp inner edge reached the lower base of Jamie’s rotund D-cup. This time, he saw the skin part before he heard the single-breasted sow gasp in apprehension and dismay. Hank pushed harder while firmly controlling the handle of the paddle-shaped tool. He grinned as he slowly buried metal into the drape of Jamie’s breast while the papered girl hissed between gritted teeth.

“Aarrgh!” Green Arrow gasped loudly as his eyes rolled back, “I swear she’s squeezing my cock like a farmer wringing a rooster’s neck…when they still had chickens on farms. This is a porn star rodeo! EEEYAA!” Oliver grinned as he heard the audience laugh.

“It’s good to know that at least one of you is having a good time, old buddy,” Hank Pym chortled gleefully as the outer edge of the metal O disappeared into the base of a gasping Jamie’s D-cup. “You’re unzipping nicely, Jamie,” the 21^st Century do-gooder informed the 41^st Century papered girl bent over before him, “so, in a few more moments, your double mastectomy will be behind you.” Hank blushed as the beautiful short-haired blonde replied with a forlorn groan of disappointment.

“Do make haste, Hank!” Oliver implored frantically. “I’m going to splort any second! I’m not sure I can keep from cumming while her anus flutters so wildly around my cock!”

“Calm down and concentrate, Ollie,” Hank Pym replied jovially. “While I’m almost done, what’s left can’t be rushed. I promised Jamie that all of each breast would be sent to the kitchen, and I’m definitely going to keep that promise!” Hank’s silly grin faded as the blonde’s trembling could be felt via the nipple he gripped, and her moans and gasps grew louder and more anguished. “Just another half-inch, Jamie!” Hank urged softly as he watched breast skin slowly part from chest skin. Then the top of the cone of flesh bulged outward, and the circle of steel passed through the top of Jamie’s D-cup and into open air. The bent-over blonde squealed loudly in agony and horror as a second lump of her flesh dropped downward and flipped over to pull on Hank’s hand with the erect pinkish nipple pointed upward. A familiar voice behind the wide-eyed Avenger hollered “POPPED!” and the audience roared with cheers and applause.

“This part is done, Jamie,” Hank announced calmly in an encouraging tone as he held a second severed breast before the gasping and gagging blonde’s horror-filled blue eyes. The Avenger waited until the sow nodded before setting the lump of breast bacon nipple up beside its twin on the tray table. “Let her up, Ollie!” Hank urged softly with concern-filled eyes. “There’s a wet towel on the tray. I want to wipe the blood from her chest.”

“Sure, Hank,” Oliver replied dryly as he eased his manhood out of Jamie’s anus and temporarily put it away, “I’m sure we both can use a break before Jamie’s final forfeiture. I came damn close to giving this hottie a sticky enema!” Oliver grinned wickedly as he pulled the quaking blonde before him off the beam so that she was standing straight.

“There isn’t as much blood as I expected,” Hank announced softly with obvious astonishment as he wiped down the blonde’s chest with the wet cloth. He smiled reassuringly at the papered girl as he dabbed at a few leaky spots in the two skinless circles on her chest. Hank smiled as her breathing slowed and her ragged gasps ended, and her face, though pallid, held unexpected calmness. “Once they put those magic bandages on you, Jamie, you’ll feel as good as new.”

“She’ll have to wait a bit for that, Hank,” Bill Jennings interjected from his position at the other end of the bend-over beam while staring into an obviously heartbroken Charles’s eyes. “Jamie won’t get bandages until Zatanna is ready for them as well. You did a great job, Hank! I don’t see a single fatty lobule left on the pectoral muscle.”

“You did a great job too, Jamie,” Bill said softly and calmly as he stared into his friend’s wife’s watery eyes. “You can be proud of the way you accepted your partial conversion. Oliver, if you wouldn’t mind?”

“Sure thing, Bill,” Oliver Queen replied with a broad smile on his face. “Come on, Jamie, it’s time to swap ends. This last part won’t take nearly as long as the debreasting!” Apprehension replaced the eerie calm on the beautiful blonde’s face as the blonde bearded man gripped her upper left arm and led her around to the other side of the bend-over beam stand. “Now, push your tied wrists over the beam and spread your legs as wide as you can. Then lean backwards and let the small of your back on the beam’s surface support you.”

Resignation replaced apprehension, and Jamie leaned backward while pushing her feet as far apart as she could manage. “I’ve got you, Jamie,” Hank announced from his new position behind the beam as he took the blonde’s shoulders and pulled her backwards, careful to take her weight so she wouldn’t fall over the bondage furniture. “Just lean back and look up, and this will be over before you even know it is happening.” The Avenger smiled as he watched the blonde accept his advice and stare at the ceiling.

“You use the pry bar, the little J-shaped tool on the tray there beside the little pair of surgical scissors, by fitting the tip of the forks at the bottom of the J under the compression ring and around her clitoral shaft,” Bill explained with a chuckle as he nodded at the tray table. “Once you’ve got the tool in position, just rotate the top of the J downward until you’re sure she’s stretched to the verge of tearing. Then, after making use of another toy I have for you, position the scissor blades around the base of her shaft as close to her clitoral hood as possible.”

“Errr, Oliver,” Bill whispered softly as he set a small circular disk with four buttons on it on the floor between Jamie’s legs, “don’t cut her until she’s ready to really regret her loss, if you catch my drift. From left to right, off, target, lock target, on.”

Oliver laughed and nodded as he plucked the pry bar and scissors from the tray, reached down and hit the second button from the left on the circular disk, slid the disk-shaped portable orgasmatron emitter across the floor until a red light beaming upward from it was centered on the glans of Jamie’s stretched clitoris, and hit the second button from the right. He leaned forward and gently licked the very tip of the papered girl’s stretched-out clitoris, causing her to start with surprise and moan in pleasure.

“I’m sorry, Jamie,” Oliver said calmly in a soothing tone, “but, by the rules announced before the lottery was held, and before you entered it by placing your disk in the green bin, the lottery winners are to be sexually nullified. It is my duty to finish that process with you at this time. Do try to be brave and savor a most memorable event in your life.” Oliver watched with awe as the blonde slowly nodded while continuing to stare upward.

The Green Arrow took the pry bar with his left hand and carefully fit it under the little rubber torus that choked the base of Jamie’s girl penis and held her stretched clitoris out of its burrow and into open air. He fit the tips of the tool’s twin forks around the base of the short-haired blonde’s clitoral shaft and gently rotated the long end of the tool downward. At first there was little resistance as more shaft was stretched out of its cavity, but then the tension against his fingers became noticeable, and the papered girl mewled softly above him. Oliver Queen chuckled softly to himself as he stared at more than an inch of female sex organ. He knew the tissue would shrink when the tension was released, but he was satisfied that he had enough of her sexual center to cripple if not destroy the girl’s sex life forever.

After checking that the red light was still shining on the clitoral glans, meaning the pleasure beam emitter had successfully tracked its target, Oliver reached down with his right hand and tapped the right button on the disk. Then he carefully fit one blade of the open surgical scissors into the gap between the base of the J-shaped pry bar and the stretched shaft and the other blade on the unobstructed side of Jamie’s tender and precious organ, and pushed the blades against the top of her vulva. The Green Arrow chuckled as the mewling above him became a fearful groan.

Oliver Queen leaned forward and gently licked the tip of glans before him, and Jamie gasped and moaned in pleasure. The emerald archer doubted the blonde understood that most the erotic stimulation she was feeling was due to an orgasmatron emitter. He certainly wasn’t going to tell her. He licked again, and then pulled his head back. “Cum for me, sow!” the Green Arrow commanded. “You get one last climax before I neuter you!”

Jamie moaned in dreadful anticipation and then gasped as the sexual glow in her loins began to relentlessly grow. Oliver laughed as he glanced upward to see the tightly closed eyes and intense concentration on the blonde’s face as she fought to stave off the inevitable. He leaned forward and tongued the tip of the doomed clitoris one last time, eliciting a long mournful sigh from Jamie, and then he returned his concentration to the pry bar and scissor blades. It wouldn’t do to let any of the stretched shaft escape back into its cavity, but it would also be embarrassing to accidently clip the papered girl’s clitoral hood.

As Jamie’s moans became louder and more desperate, Oliver Queen readied himself to do yet another thing this day that he had not even dreamed of. He was about to destroy a girl’s womanhood. He was about to create a female eunuch! Then Jamie gasped in horror and surprise. She shrilled, “NO! I’M GOING TO COME!” Then the blonde gasped and sighed in sweet ecstasy. The Green Arrow paused as the girl bucked above him, giving her one last chance to enjoy sexual orgasm, and then slowly closed the sharp scissor blades. Jamie’s sighs became a shrill scream as she, like most of the nearby audience heard a SNAP, as the shaft of her beheaded clitoris snapped back into its burrow. Oliver’s left hand flashed downward and snatched the falling severed end of the clitoris out of mid air while the nightclub was filled with a mixture of gasps, cheers, and applause.

The Green Arrow stood, and held the tiny decapitated organ before Jamie’s face between his thumb and middle finger. He waited until the bawling blonde nodded with disgust and despair filling her pretty face, and then held the tiny organ out towards the audience while Dinah laughed loudly from the do-gooder’s nearby table. He dropped Jamie’s sex life on the tray table between two severed breasts, and commanded tersely, “Go stand where Zatanna is! Jamie. You’ll get your wounds treated after Zatanna joins you in nullification.”

“Zatanna, get your belly on the beam facing me, and with your back parallel to the floor,” Oliver ordered loudly as he watched Jamie hurry away. “I’ve got a feeling Hank is going to want to fuck you for a bit, before he sodomizes you while I pop those chest balloons you’re so proud of. Come to think of it, I’ll need a bit of personal attention from you before I’m ready to send your meat to the kitchen!” Both men roared with laughter as they watched Zatanna cringe at the sight of them simultaneously unzipping and exposing their stiff members to her widened blue eyes.

“Oh my heck!” Dinah exclaimed gleefully as she watched Janie walk back towards the center of the dance floor, while Bill Jennings knelt and hit the left button on the orgasmatron emitter to turn it off. “Jamie sounded like she was having one hell of an orgasm…up until that snapping sound that sounded like a rubber band breaking and flicking back into the fingers that were stretching it!”

“That is essentially what happened, Dinah,” Wanda replied softly with a gleam in her eyes. “Jamie’s clitoral shaft was stretched to the breaking point, and when Oliver snipped it loose it snapped back into its cavity…the part that is still attached to Jamie, that is.”

“Well, it sounded like fun!” Dinah asserted with a giggle. “Given her advantages versus Jamie’s, I would say Zatanna is in for a real treat!”

“Yeah, real fun!” Janet teased with a mischievous grin on her face. “She’s only going to be debreasted and declitted for an audience’s entertainment.”

“No, I mean the nice big cum while being declitted, Janet.” Dinah replied with more than a hint of irritation. “A room full of people watching isn’t going to ruin that kind of fun!”

“You are right, Dinah,” Janet agreed as she yanked on the ponytailed blonde’s chain. “A nice big climax while your little warrior gets executed is the ultimate blast. You should try it some time. Obviously, I have!”

“Don’t listen to her, sweetie,” Sue interjected with a giggle. “Mean old Janet is just trying to get you to have yourself neutered tonight.”

“Well, duh!” Dinah spat back with a wicked grin on her face. “Ollie has been trying to con me into it too! What does being declitted feel like? Does it add to the glow of orgasm?”

“It feels like you stuck your sexual center into an electrical socket which is also on fire, friend Dinah,” Princess Diana declared softly with a faraway look on her face. Then she frowned, and suggested, “Let us stop discussing that which might happen and watch our teammate accept yon ceremonial punishment at the hands of her friends.”

“See, the buzz of electricity and the warmth of fire!” Janet interjected while the rest of her tablemates glared at her. “Sounds like sensations adding to a glow, doesn’t it, Dinah? Never mind! It looks like the boys are ready to begin Zatanna’s fun!”

“Open up, Zatanna,” Oliver Queen commanded as he removed the ball gag from the bent-over Justice Leaguer’s mouth. “Give me your best blow job, and I’ll let you swallow. If you hold back, and I remind you that I’ll know if you do, I’ll let you wear my spunk instead of drink it. Then your dignity will suffer along with your sexy bits!”

“Go ahead and cooperate, Zatanna,” Hank Pym urged softly from his position right behind the raven-tressed heroine. “The rest of the night will be a lot more fun if Ollie’s no longer pissed off at you for your hoop knife action earlier. When we get home, I’ll fix you up just like new. Oh! By the way, you are about to have intercourse back here!”

Zatanna Zatara groaned as she felt Hank’s huge member push between her labial lips, and she stared at the monster phallus waving before her face. ‘What choice do I have that won’t get my friends killed?’ the magic wielder thought. ‘It IS 99.9% certain, according to Hank, that I WILL be whole again at the end of the night, and it WOULD be more fun if Oliver forgave me for temporarily castrating him.’ She smiled her friendliest smile at the Green Arrow, while Hank buried his manhood to the hilt in her vagina, and opened her mouth wide.

“Good, girl, Zatanna,” Oliver Queen chortled softly as he slid his member past ivory teeth into the back of a warm wet mouth, “there’s hope for you yet. Don’t worry! I won’t face fuck you for long! I’m still on the verge of dumping my nuts from my anal rollercoaster ride with Jamie. Hank, what do you think about my team’s poon tang?”

“It’s damn nice, Ollie,” Hank replied jovially after pulling most of the way back out, “but I better point out that I’ve been spoiled by Janet and had a terrific taste of Wanda’s wares so that I’m not in trouble with my team’s poon tang.” Hank thrust back in until pelvis bumped pelvis, before admitting, “However, this IS sex to remember.”

“Well, make the most of it, big guy, because I was quite serious about not lasting long up here,” Oliver suggested as he chuckled loudly. “Take a deep breath, Zatanna. Then it’s deep throat time!”

Zatanna gulped and then moaned as Hank began humping into her at a quickened pace. She stared up into Ollie’s green eyes and winked. The Green Arrow evidently knew how to take a hint, for he pushed his hips forward. Zatanna had to fight the gag reflex as the bulbous head of his huge member pushed past her tonsils. Soon, the impossibly large length of flesh was lodged in her esophagus. The raven-haired heroine began bobbing her head while Hank fornicated furiously from behind. The stage magician-cum-superheroine soon wondered if she would climax before the emerald archer.

“OH, YEAH!” Oliver hollered, putting an end to her uncertainty, and Zatanna felt her esophagus filling with warm, sticky fluid as the huge penis pulsed in her mouth and throat. For what seemed to be forever, the Green Arrow left his spewing member lodged in her throat while the raven-haired heroine’s face reddened as she choked, desperately seeking air. Copious quantities of the warm sticky fluid spurted down the Justice Leaguer’s gullet and overfilled her mouth, leading to semen leaking out of the sides of her lips and dribbling down her chin. Finally, finished ejaculating, Oliver pulled his member out of his teammate’s throat, until only his huge glans was left in her mouth. He waited patiently while Zatanna dutifully sucked and licked his member clean, before withdrawing completely, tucking his manhood back in his trousers, pulling his zipper up, and declaring, “Now it’s time for the real fun!”

Zatanna groaned with disappointment as she felt Hank withdraw his member from her vagina—she was very near to climax, and hated being left hung up. She was also very embarrassed over the whitish sticky goo befouling the lower part of her reddened face. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, as she grimly thought, ‘Yes, Oliver, it is time to begin my nullification, as the lottery rules demand. Go ahead and pop my tits!’ ‘Strange,’ she thought as a smile formed on her soiled mouth, ‘that the idea of being debreasted for the audience’s entertainment is not particularly troubling to me. I’ve been hanging around Wanda and Janet for far too long!’

“Excuse me, Sirs,” Cheryl interrupted as she walked up behind Hank just as he was positioning the tip of his penis against Zatanna’s sphincter, “but I thought you might need this.” The blonde nightclub manager grinned as she handed the male Avenger a length of twine, “Tie her elbows together, Mr. Pym, and Mr. Queen will be able to harvest even more of her breast bacon. It will cause her boobs to jut forward. By the way, I heard Mr. Jennings announcement. Thanks for accepting your current honor of collecting the lottery winners’ assets, instead of one of you munching on my fillet.”

“No problem, Cheryl,” Hank replied softly with a sheepish grin on his face, “as the deal we made with Bill kept Ollie and I from having to wrestle over who got to put you on the back of one of those Jessica machines. Unfortunately for Zatanna here, part of the deal was agreeing to enter our women into the lottery. Straighten up, Zatanna. I want to see if this gorgeous blonde is right about ta tas jutting forward when elbows are bound together.”

Zatanna groaned as Hank grabbed her arms and pulled her off the bend-over beam. It seemed she was in for even stricter bondage as the brownnosing blonde sought to see to it that her boss got the best trophies possible. She frowned as the Avenger behind her wrapped the twine around her arms just above her elbows, and cinched it tight.

“Never doubt the manager of a debreasting booth nightclub when it comes to debreasting, Hank,” Oliver Queen quipped jovially as her plucked the wet washcloth off of the tray table. “Zatanna’s jugs rotated inward as well as jutted forward when you tied her arms together. Now I’ll get more of her breasts’ outer sides. Here, Zee. Seeing as your being nice and cooperative, I’ll reward you by fixing the mess I made of your face.” Oliver carefully found a corner of the cloth without Jamie’s blood on it and wiped and dabbed his teammate’s lower face clean while she glared and frowned at him.

“What?” Oliver asked as he grinned at Zatanna. “Am I keeping you from having your fun? Very well! Assume the position and we’ll get those tits off!” The Green Arrow laughed as Zatanna’s blue eyes teared and she blushed with embarrassment. He’d finally got under her skin! Then he stuffed a rubber ball back into his teammate’s mouth and buckled the gag’s strap behind her head.

Zatanna Zatara bent forward and again rested her belly on the bend-over bar while her D-cups dangled downward. She held her breath as she felt Hank Pym position the glans of his large penis against the center of her tightly clinched sphincter, and gritted her teeth as she watched her teammate, Green Arrow, pick up the hoop knife that was her own invention.

The magic wielder heard Bill Jennings chuckle from the other end of the bend-over beam, and shifted her eyes to glare at him just as Cheryl walked around the bondage furniture to stand beside her boss. She knew what he was thinking. It was only fitting for Zatanna to get debreasted with a Zatanna hoop knife. Cheryl grinned. Her erect nipples indicated she was excited to be watching the superheroine’s debreasting from a front-row position.

The raven-haired Justice Leaguer watched the nightclub owner drag his blonde, Grade A employee in front of him, reach around her shoulders, and palm Cheryl’s big D-cups, before whispering, “What say I harvest these when the boys are done with Zatanna?” She watched Cheryl’s grin widen, perhaps more due to the Justice Leaguer’s groan as she felt her sphincter threaten to tear as Hank sought entry into her anus than the threat to her own breasts.

“They’re yours anytime you want them, boss,” Cheryl replied with a giggle. “Although that will mean you’ll need a replacement date for Club X about a month from now. By the way, now that I’m not likely to end up riding Jessica during a stint as potential menu-item waitress due to the other waitresses being jealous, I don’t mind the personal attention. I’ll just daydream that you ARE about to do to me what Oliver is about to do to Zatanna.”

“Date’s are easy to find when you’re no longer a married man, Cheryl,” Bill replied with a chuckle, “so hush up and watch what your future holds for you. Your very near future perhaps!” His chuckle grew louder as Zatanna gasped loudly in pain and then let out a long drawn-out moan that sang of sordid pleasure, and saw that it was due to Hank finally sliding his pelvis forward as he began filling Zatanna’s anus with his manhood.

“So, are we ready, Hank?” Oliver Queen asked jovially as he held the handle of the hoop knife in his right hand and fingered the sharp inner edge of the circle of steel attached to it with the fingers of his left hand. He laughed loudly as Zatanna immediately took her eyes off of Cheryl’s breasts to focus on the threat to her own.

“Let me ass fuck Zatanna for a moment before you start on her ta tas, Ollie,” Hank Pym pleaded softly as he pulled his big phallus back out of the depths of the raven-haired heroine’s bowels. “I don’t know about your big-titted teammate, but anal sex is a very rare experience for me. I want to enjoy it for a few moments.” Hank eased his turgid manhood slowly back into Zatanna’s anus, once again eliciting a long drawn-out moan from the bent-over girl.

“It’s nothing new for Zee, Hank,” Oliver replied jovially with his green eyes twinkling at the heroine before him. “She won’t admit it, but she likes anal sex. Can’t you tell from the pleasure in her moans? You may even be able to get her to cum for you! However, a word of advice. Don’t get to close to dumping a nut before you stop humping. You are going to REALLY enjoy her twitching anus doing all the work for you while I deboob her!” The Green Arrow laughed as Zatanna’s face reddened with embarrassment while she glared at him in anger.

Hank Pym nodded and humped hard into Zatanna’s ass a half-dozen times while she moaned softly before stopping with his manhood buried to the hilt in her anus and proclaiming excitedly, “Okay, I’m ready! Go ahead and let the air out of one of Zatanna’s balloons, Ollie!”

“Well, this is it, Wanda!” Janet proclaimed excitedly as she bounced on her chair. “Oliver, with Bill’s help, found an escape clause in your rule number one! I suspect he’s going to be teasing Zatanna for his having debreasted her for the next twenty years.”

“How embarrassing for her,” Sue moaned softly as she stared sorrowfully out at the dance floor. “If only we had kept the men with us instead of leaving them alone with Bill!”

“We brought MEN with us to a debreasting booth nightclub, Sue,” Wanda replied with obvious disdain. “I think they would have tried to maneuver us into entering the lottery, without Bill’s urging, once they learned what was at stake, just on the off chance they WOULD get to personally debreast one or more of us.”

“Friends, Wanda and Sue, do you two choose to claim that you will not be shortly enjoying yourselves, as Oliver diminishes Zatanna’s womanhood?” Diana asked with a wry grin on her face. “If that be so, then you are either being less than truthful, or you are not the debreasting fanatics I took you to be!”

Dinah laughed loudly as the two heroine’s reddening faces gave answer to Diana’s accusation, and then gleefully spat, “Yeah, I’m going to enjoy myself too!”

Zatanna Zatara’s blush found a deeper shade of red as she heard Dinah’s proclamation, and then she looked up and nodded to the Green Arrow. As there was no way to avoid the inevitable, she thought it best to put what would likely be a very painful and embarrassing experience behind her. Zatanna shivered with anticipation as she watched Oliver slowly lower the hoop knife, push it under her upper torso, and lift the cutout up to surround her dangling left breast. The raven-haired heroine bucked as she felt the coldness of the steel on her ribcage, and felt Hank Pym press firmly downward on her upper back in response.

“I’ll get this over with as quickly and painlessly as possible, Zatanna,” Oliver said softly in a calm confident tone. Zatanna shook her head negatively as her own worried blue eyes stared into the hero’s gleaming green eyes. “We have to do this, Zee,” the Green Arrow stated in a voice that cracked with rare emotion. Zatanna nodded, her eyes still locked with Oliver’s, and smiled sheepishly around the ball gag in her mouth. “OH!” Oliver Queen uttered in obvious surprise. “You want me to do this slowly…make the debreasting a long and memorable experience…like you do when you play the debreasting booth game!” Zatanna’s smile broadened and she nodded again. “Okay, they’re your boobs…for now!” the Green Arrow announced softly and then chuckled as he tugged firmly downward on the magic wielder’s rock hard left nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from the bent-over girl.

Zatanna saw Oliver’s arm muscles tense and then felt a sharp edge under the drape of her left D-cup. She took a deep breath and held it, and struggled not to look down her chest. The lower base of her distended breast suddenly began to itch, and then she felt burning pain and heard the Green Arrow grunt. Her skin had been cut! The sharp edge of the O surrounding her boob was beginning to be buried into her breast tissue!

Zatanna gasped as reality overwhelmed her mind, and then chuckled as she heard Hank Pym begin moaning with pleasure behind her. Obviously, her sphincter was beginning to strangle the thick log of man meat so uncomfortably lodged in her anus. She gasped again, this time in surprise. She could feel wetness on her lower breast. She was bleeding! She hoped not too badly. Zatanna saw the Green Arrow’s muscles bulge. He was having to push harder as the circumference of the flesh the hoop knife was being pushed into widened. Burning pain became barely bearable agony! The Justice Leaguer knew steel must now be buried quite deeply into the base of her beautiful left orb. She choked off the pain-filled gasp that escaped her throat.

“What a rush!” Hank Pym cried out from behind Zatanna in obvious ecstasy. “Her anus is milking my cock! How did you resist spurting in the middle of the first breast, Ollie?”

“With a whole lot of willpower, Hank!” the Green Arrow replied with a loud chuckle as he continued slowly moving his arm up Zatanna’s torso while keeping the circle of steel flush with her ribcage. “It might help to remember that you’re going to want to be horny later tonight.”

Zatanna heard herself issue another gasp of pain, and then a low moan that screamed her misery. She knew the sharp steel must have nearly reached the center of her mammary, and the rich core of nerves leading to her nipple. The pain was excruciating! ‘Yes,’ she thought as she sought to control the urge to panic, ‘I can tell from the way my chest feels that my breast is becoming loser on my chest. Damn! Without an orgasmatron emitter adding sexual pleasure to the debreasting experience, it isn’t going to be possible to make the torment fade or meld with other, more pleasant, sensations as it does in the debreasting booths.”

“We’re getting there, Zee,” the Green Arrow proclaimed in a cracking voice while he stared into Zatanna’s blue eyes with encouragement on his face.

Zatanna forced her frown of agony into a determined smile, choked off the low moan, and nodded. She hoped the men were enjoying themselves. She certainly wasn’t. Hank gasped loudly in desperation behind her, and then moaned in ecstasy. The magic wielder watched as Green Arrow smiled and lowered his eyes to the dying breast, and fascination replaced encouragement. Yes, the men WERE enjoying her debreasting! She could hardly blame them. She herself had debreasted a girl on each of her two visits to Final Fantasy, one of them this very evening!

The raven-haired Justice Leaguer looked downward to Oliver’s arm. She was sure his muscles were less tensed. That meant he was making good progress with the amputation of her left D-cup. The excruciating pain wasn’t lessening. Zatanna felt Hank Pym squirm behind him, causing his thick phallus to stir in her anus. No doubt he had nearly lost control of his libido and ejaculated. She could feel her sphincter and anus twitching and fluttering like crazy around the stiff penis lodged in her behind. The raven-haired heroine tried to concentrate on what her anal muscles were doing to Hank. She chuckled softly. Concentrating on the act of sodomy being performed on her ass actually helped get her mind off of the act of murder being performed on her left boob!

“Mmuph?” Zatanna muffled suddenly. Her breast felt REALLY weird! Then she felt it come free of her chest, and watched the Green Arrow’s eyes track the dropping orb of flesh as some of the girls in the audience gasped. Suddenly, the nightclub audience was clapping and cheering.

Oliver Queen grinned downward with fascination in his eyes as he saw the severed breast he held by its still blood engorged pinkish-brown nipple. He looked upward and locked eyes with Zatanna, who was breathing in deep gasps that screamed of intense agony, and still refusing to look down her torso. “Hurts does it, Zatanna?” he asked rhetorically. He watched as his teammate nodded and struggled to control her gasps. Then he held the amputated D-cup up before her face and watched as tears welled in her eyes. The Justice League superheroine was obviously crestfallen.

“You earned this at the beginning of the evening, Zatanna,” Oliver declared dryly in a soft whisper. “I have to admit that I’m glad your number was pulled out of the drawing barrel. However, after I’ve carved off your other melon, I promise to have forgiven you for what you did to me. Will you be able to forgive me for getting even with you…after we get home?” He watched as Zatanna nodded, while never taking her eyes off of the dangling D-cup.

Oliver Queen reached over and dropped the conical lump of flesh nipple up on the tray table beside Jamie’s severed donations. The Green Arrow chuckled as he saw pride join the myriad of emotions filling Zatanna’s face. “That’s right, Zee! Your D-cup’s bigger than Jamie’s D-cups, because you’re the larger girl. When it comes to quantity of breast bacon harvested, you make the better livestock! Speaking of harvesting, shall we give your right boob the chop?”

Zatanna did her best to force a smile on her face, and nodded as she issued, “Meph Mu Miph!” She blushed and then watched with intense interest as the Green Arrow tugged downward on her turgid right nipple and began to slide the hoop knife under her bent-over torso. Zatanna Zatara quickly looked away from her lopsided torso, and struggled to regain her composure. She was actually quite pleased with the way she had surrendered the first breast, and with the fact that Oliver had promised to stop being peeved at her. If she could manage to get Hank Pym to force an orgasm on her through stimulation of her G-spot through the thin lining of tissue separating her anal cavity from her vaginal cavity, she would be pleased to have made the best out of a bad situation. Zatanna was suddenly startled back to reality when she felt cold steel on her ribcage surrounding her remaining, right, breast.

Hank Pym groaned as he felt Zatanna clamp her sphincter around his penis when the hoop blade touched her chest. He had came very close to ejaculating when the heroine’s left breast had popped free of her chest, and was hoping for a brief break before the fluttering around his member began again so that he could regain his composure. He was hoping to time his orgasm with the moment Zatanna became breastless!

Zatanna Zatara felt the steel sliding head-ward along her chest skin before she saw Oliver tense his arm muscles. Then she felt the now familiar sensation of the blade edge reaching the drape of her right breast. Again she held her breath, this time with dread and apprehension rather than anticipation. Again she struggled to resist the temptation to watch the steel cutting into her flesh. The agony emanating from her chest where her left breast had hung hadn’t subsided one bit. The area of agony would soon be doubled! She chuckled. It felt like her left nipple was still being tugged, now along with her right nipple. Evidently her brain hadn’t got the message despite what her eyes had shown it—that nipple was disconnected along with the breast it tipped!

The raven-haired heroine’s chuckle ended in a gasp of fear. Her right lower breast base was itching. Zatanna’s skin was parting! The second half of her double mastectomy had begun! The magic wielder heard Hank moan again. Her anus must have restarted milking his member. Zatanna tried to force herself to concentrate on the huge phallus overstuffing her behind. Maybe, by doing so, she could block out most of the agony from being debreasted. Then the searing pain hit as the sharp edge of the O-shaped blade started parting breast tissue, and she doubted anything could take her mind off of it. Zatanna let out a long drawn out hiss as she fought off agony!

The Green Arrow laughed as he watched the steel circle slice into the underside Zatanna’s right breast base. He never dreamed he would ever get the chance to snatch the uppity know-it-all heroine’s jugs off of her chest. Zatanna always seemed to want to be the center of attention and had never seemed to have reservations about using her big melons to get her there, and that had gotten under his skin more often than he cared to admit. He knew that bad habit of hers was a result of her career as a stage performer, but that knowledge hadn’t tempered his annoyance. Well, here she was again, the center of attention and using her big boobs to get it. However, this time, he didn’t mind at all, and he had no doubt she was wishing she wasn’t!

Hank Pym moaned softly at the verge of ecstasy and groaned and gasped as he fought against crossing that line. He had a new found respect for the men of the 41^st Century. Sharing a girl’s pain was an incredible ride! Zatanna’s sphincter was strangling the base of his penis, and her fluttering anus was massaging his shaft and glans. This world WAS a male utopia! He had already decided that, if he couldn’t keep Janet from risking her life by coming here, he would return as well, even if he had to resort to blackmail.

Zatanna could feel Hank’s manhood stir in her anus as he fought against climax, and the occasionally twitch that meant his fight would soon be lost. Her sphincter felt like it was on fire, but she didn’t care. It was better to concentrate on that than the unbearable agony emanating from her right breast and the chest wound where her left breast had once protruded. She could tell that she was cut quite badly now, and could feel warm blood on the bottom of her right breast, but she could only wonder as to how deep the blade had reached. She fought the urge to look!

The agony suddenly became excruciating, and Justice Leaguer’s wonder ended as the central nerve core in her breast began to be parted. Zatanna Zatara moaned in misery as she regretted ever joining Wanda on a girls’ night out. The thrill that came with being forced to play sexually sadistic games at Club X, the miraculous rollercoaster ride of orgasmatron emitters and debreasting devices in the Game room booths at Final Fantasy, the electrifying minutes at the edge of doom with a sharply pointed, cold-steel spit buried cervix deep in her vagina in the dairy, and her brief moment as castratrix at Avengers’ mansion would never make up for the horrific pain she was being forced to endure as a lottery winner.

“Easy, Zatanna,” the Green Arrow urged as he realized his teammate’s moans were increasing in volume, “we are not all that far from being done here. The hoop knife blade is at least halfway through the base of your melon. The cut, is clean, and parallel to the chest skin on either side, and there is remarkably little bleeding. You’ve done incredibly well at accepting the pain I’m forcing upon you so far. Be a real heroine, and accept what remains bravely. Then we can finish off this circus show by having Hank clip off your clitoris. That didn’t look all that bad, based on Jamie’s reaction.”

Zatanna’s remaining spirit was crushed as Oliver reminded her that she still had to put up with having her sex life stolen from her, potentially forever, as she was neutered for the audience’s viewing pleasure. The raven-haired heroine’s sudden dread and dismay led to panic that threatened to overwhelmed her, and the panic caused the muscles in her behind to clench and spasm—she heard Hank gasp in surprise and then groan in desperation.

Hank Pym could feel his newly regenerated testicles burning with the need for release as the Justice Leaguer’s convulsing anus violently milked his manhood. The Avenger knew he was bound to ejaculate before Zatanna’s remaining breast somersaulted downward, so he decided to go with the flow. He pulled back until only the glans of his penis was still in the raven-haired heroine’s anus, and then thrust forward, hard and fast, as he threw his head back, and chortled, “One hot semen enema as ordered, Zatanna, you hottie!”

Zatanna gasped in surprise as Hank suddenly thrust his massive manhood back into her tight anal cavity and bumped his pelvis against her ass cheeks. Then she felt the warm sticky goo gushing into her bowels. She concentrated on the sensation, and actually smiled as, after a few seconds, Hank pulled back and humped into her yet again. She felt herself on the verge of climax, and hoped the gasping and moaning Avenger would continue his anal assault.

“Hang in there, both of you,” the Green Arrow urged his tablemates, after glancing up quickly to see an obviously spent Hank leaning over a strangely engrossed Zatanna, “There’s not much breast left to slice through. The upper top of the base is bulging so I think….”

Zatanna suddenly realized what Oliver was saying, and growled with disappointment into her ball gag. So close to climax, and she was going to be left hung up! Then she felt the last bit of her skin part, and looked down her chest just in time to see her precious moneymaker drop downward and flip over due to the Green Arrow’s grasp of its nipple. Zatanna Zatara gasped with revulsion as she saw the ugly wounds on her chest, and heard Janet Van Dyne holler with her characteristic excitement, “POPPED! Her big balloons are fully popped. Another set of puppies get sent to the kitchen!” As a jubilant Oliver Queen held Zatanna Zatara’s severed right breast before her woebegone face and then placed it without comment beside the large left D-cup on the tray table, the Final Fantasy patrons cheered raucously and applauded vigorously.

Oliver Queen snatched the moistened towel off of the tray table and stood, before proclaiming, “You are forgiven, Zatanna, and you are boobless. Now, let her up Hank, and let’s get her cleaned up before you finish her off.” Zatanna shrugged her shoulders and nodded with resignation in her eyes as she watched Bill Jennings finally stop cupping an obviously enthralled Cheryl’s pinkish-tipped perfect D-cups. As Hank Pym pulled her up, there was an eerie calmness on the breastless heroine’s face that made her acquiescence to fate obvious to the entire room.

“Darn it, I’m so proud of Zatanna right now I could run out there and kiss her…if I didn’t think that might get me a ride on Jessica’s back,” Wanda whispered in a quivering voice and her face filled with awe. “Now that’s how a heroine accepts an unwanted debreasting!”

“Yes, she was incredibly courageous, Wanda,” Sue agreed softly with her own admiration obvious on her face. “She made my behavior after my first booth stint tonight seem awfully pathetic.”

“Yep!” Janet spat excitedly with a wicked grin on her face, and then brought the volume of her voice to a barely audible level. “I’m agreeing with what you said about Zatanna, not yourself, Sue. She’s set the bar pretty high for you breasted gals…for when the time comes to become breastless. To tell the truth, I was afraid she might make a scene out there. I guess I misjudged that Justice Leaguer’s fortitude.”

“I think many are prone to misjudge Zatanna, friend Janet,” Diana interjected while keeping her voice down. “While she has always been reliable and courageous in battle, she has been less than careful with the way she acts in less strenuous settings. She seems to be rarely serious, yet ever boastful, and has much to say about most everything. This aspect of Zatanna, the courage and bravery as she accepts loss, has heretofore gone unseen by her friends and teammates. It is often said that the way one acts in the midst of defeat, speaks volumes about one’s character, while the way one acts during victory is less revealing. I too am most impressed by Zatanna’s fortitude this day, and judge her character to be worthy of an Amazon.”

“Yeah, she showed guts as she got her chest wrecked by Ollie,” Dinah conceded while wearing an impish grin on her face. “It didn’t look to be as much fun out there on the dance floor as it does in one of those debreasting booths with the orgasmatron treatments and all. If Zatanna shows as much grit during her declitting at Hank’s hands, I’ll invite her to the slumber party I’m supposed to set up with Mary Marvel for Ollie.”

Zatanna did her best to ignore the whispers coming from her tablemates as she watched Oliver wipe her chest clean with the washcloth, but was unable to ignore Dinah’s louder remarks. Evidently, the liquid that made the cloth wet was the same disinfectant, pain killing, and coagulant concoction that Final Fantasy used on its bandages, because the agony emanating from her chest wounds had been reduce to searing pain. Now the raven-haired Justice Leaguer understood how Jamie had been able to stand patiently in silence on the dance floor while the Green Arrow popped HER balloons, and was still doing so while Zatanna waited for a more tragic fate.

As Oliver dabbed at a few leaky spots on her chest wounds, Zatanna decided to take Dinah’s final rash statement as a challenge. Besides, while she wasn’t entirely enthusiastic about the lesbian sex that would obviously evolve from a three girl, one guy, orgy, she would love to be present when young Mary got her hymen broke. Zatanna shook her head, and said, “Mmooph memumph! Memph meph miph momemph mimph.” She nodded at the cloth in Oliver’s hand and shook her head again, and then nodded at the tray table. Then she looked back at Hank and wiggled her elbows with a questioning look on her face.

Hank watched a seemingly stunned bearded hero pause, nod, and drop the wash cloth on the tray stand that now held four amputated breasts and a severed clitoris, and quickly grabbed and broke the twine around Zatanna’s elbows. The Avenger grabbed the breastless Justice Leaguer’s left upper arm and led her around the front of the bend-over beam stand while Oliver took a position behind it. “I’ve got this Bill,” Hank said while nodding to the nightclub owner at the other end of the beam, “I was paying attention to what you said to Ollie before he did Jamie.”

As he released her arm and the hero reached for the pry bar and surgical scissors on the rather crowded tray table that would be used to neuter her, Zatanna stepped back, spread her legs as wide as she could, and leaned backwards after nodding at her right shoulder while locking eyes with Oliver Queen. She smiled as her teammate and debreastor took her weight. It would be embarrassing to fall over the beam! The Green Arrow leaned her back until the small of her back was against the beam. Zatanna Zatara was positioned for declitting!

As Hank Pym kneeled before the raven-haired Justice Leaguer, he held his left hand out, palm upwards and open, and watched as the heroine above him stared in trepidation at the terrible tools. “Don’t worry, Zatanna,” Hank urged softly and calmly despite the silly grin on his face, “we can do this, and everything will be fine tomorrow. I wouldn’t have had Bill do to Janet what I’m about to do to you, let alone paid the price of my being here, if that wasn’t as close to certainty as statistics allow.”

The Avenger watched as Zatanna slowly nodded while grinning sheepishly downward at him. Then he reached downward to hit the second button from the left on the small disk-shaped machine that rested on the floor between the heroine’s widespread legs, and slid the disk to the right and forward until the red light being projected upward from the disk illuminated the bottom of the Justice Leaguer’s clitoral glans, still protruding outward from the apex of her vulva at the end of stretched clitoral shaft like a miniature penis. Hank tapped the second button from the right to activate the machine’s tracking function. Now both he and Zatanna knew the orgasmatron emitter would follow the tip of the girl’s tender organ as he stretched even more clitoral shaft out into open air, even if the raven-haired heroine adjusted the position of her hips.

“Your clit has been waving in the breeze of the air conditioner for quite some time, Zatanna,” Hank chortled as the scientist in him suddenly took over. “That thick rubber elastic ring around the base of your exposed organ must be restricting the blood supply to your clitoral glans.” Hank reached up and gently touched his right forefinger to the bulbous tip of the tiny organ, and then asked with a chuckle,

“Has it gone numb?” He watched Zatanna pause and think, and then shrug her shoulders.

“A little numb?” Zatanna nodded.

“Tingly?” Zatanna nodded more vigorously.

“Then it’s going to be difficult to bring you to climax…one final time!” Zatanna shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.

“OH! I nearly got you off as I took you from behind.” The Justice League heroine nodded with desperation filling her face.

“I left you hung up, on the verge of climax?” Zatanna nodded vigorously with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry about that! I was trying to time my ejaculation with to coincide with your becoming breastless, but your tight little anus was fluttering and spasming like crazy around my cock!” The raven-haired magic wielder shrugged her shoulders as she nodded and blushed.

“Well, as this is likely the only time I’ll get to excise a…sow’s…clitoris,” Hank replied softly with his silly grin widening as his blue eyes locked with Zatanna’s, “and I’m certain this will be your only chance to experience being declitted, do try to keep from climaxing, and therefore put off being sexually neutered, for as long as possible.” He watched the Justice Leaguer frown and shiver, and then nod once before staring down past her ragged chest wounds to look forlornly at the tip of the tender organ protruding from the apex of her vulva.

Hank grinned at the worried heroine above him, and then slowly leaned forward to examine the tiny organ. As the girls had observed earlier, the stretched out dull-pink shaft and shiny-pink bulbous glans definitely looked penile. That the miniature organ was so full of sensitive nerves that it could bring the magic of climax to a girl was miraculous, and Hank knew that very same corridor of nerves was going to bring great agony to Zatanna when the time came to for him to extirpate her sexual center. The Avenger shrugged his shoulders. If not himself, someone else would have been given the duty of procuring the little heroine trophy for Bill Jennings. Given that, and the fact that what he was about to do was not only legal in this time zone, but required by the rules of the lottery, Hank meant to enjoy performing the clitoridectomy. Hell! He would have circumcised Zatanna more fully by excising her labial lips if that had been her penalty!

Hank Pym leaned forward and gently licked and then nibbled on the tip of the girl penis. He laughed as the Justice League heroine moaned in pleasure while squirming above him. The Avenger noted that the red light moved in response to the squirming, never leaving the bulbous glans at the tip of the stretched clitoral shaft. “I guess you’re not quite as numb as you feared, Zatanna,” Hank chortled softly, as he grinned upward into the anxious raven-haired beauty’s concern-filled eyes. “I’m also guessing your clitoral shaft is not nearly as fully stretched as we thought after using the vacuum extractor on you. Let’s see if we can’t dig a little deeper, metaphorically speaking!”

Hank transferred the small pair of surgical scissors to his right hand and then stared thoughtfully at the little J-shaped tool that remained in his left hand and looked at it. He made a couple of backward and forward pulling motions as he tried to visualize the task at hand, then he pushed the scissors between Zatanna’s legs, just below her protruding girl penis, and opened and closed the razor-sharp blades three times, eliciting a barely audible whimper from the apprehensive girl above him.

The Avenger chuckled softly and stared upward into the Justice Leaguer’s dread-filled face, and asked, “Shall we get this over with?” He watched as a quivering Zatanna slowly nodded, and he reached down to tap the right button on the orgasmatron emitter. As the breastless heroine above him gasped in surprise at the pleasure she suddenly felt bathing the tip of her sexual center, Hank carefully slipped the split forks of the pry bar at the curved end of the J under the rubber torus choking the shaft of Zatanna’s clitoris. He carefully made sure that the very tip of one fork was on either side of the Justice Leaguer’s stretched flesh and rotated the long end of the pry bar slowly backwards, lifting the compression ring and prying even more clitoral shaft into open air.

Zatanna moaned softly with dread and remorse. She quaked with trepidation, despite the fact that the strange sensation she felt at the apex of her vulva brought only discomfort, not pain. The prospect of having her precious clitoris expunged was horrific. She heard Hank Pym grunt, and then felt him pull down harder on the handle of the pry bar, and the discomfort Zatanna was feeling increased geometrically. While she still wasn’t feeling what she would call pain, at least not between her legs, her mind was being sent the message that something was terribly wrong at the apex of her vulva. Zatanna gasped as terror began to overwhelm her. She knew her tender organ had reached the limits of its tensile strength and was about to tear!

“Be brave magic babe!” Hank Pym urged softly with calmness in his voice but unbridled fascination in his eyes. “I’ll stop prying, and position the scissors. I know you understand that we both have to play our respective roles, out here at center stage, Zatanna, but I would feel better if you would nod to let me know you are okay we me neutering you.”

The Avenger watched as the Justice League heroine’s blue eyes became teary and her face filled with thoughtful remorse. Then the raven-haired beauty forced a smile on her face around the ball gag she so desperately wished was gone, and she nodded downward at the handsome blonde hero while capitulation filled her lovely, but pallid, face.

Hank nodded back and slowly and carefully positioned the open blades of the scissors on either side of Zatanna’s tightly stretched clitoral shaft atop her clitoral hood. Being careful not to nick the hood, Hank very slowly began to close the blades. He heard Zatanna gasp softly as the sharp blades touched the shaft of her prized clitoris, and the hero urged again with obvious excitement, “Be brave and fight against climax for as long as you can. I’ll finish your nullification while you’re in mid orgasm…possible your last climax ever, although medical journals indicate some girls manage to reach orgasm after their clitoridectomy.

Zatanna Zatara gritted her teeth as she fought to steel herself against the rising panic that sought to drown her soul as Hank Pym informed her of her impending fate and potential future. She gasped as, now that the hero below her had finished speaking and made done his preparations for her neutering, Zatanna became all too aware of the sexual glow growing between her widespread legs. She squirmed, then growled as she realized the futility of trying to dodge the insidious pleasure beam bathing the clitoris that was about to be excised from her vulva. The raven-haired beauty’s low growl grew louder and more desperate as she concentrated on ignoring the sordid pleasure that sought to become ecstasy.

Zatanna gasped and then held her breath. It hurt to be so close to climax, to be hung helpless at the edge of bliss, for so long. The magic wielder willed her brain to ignore the erotic glow that emanated from her sex. That will weakened as the Justice Leaguer realized in the back of her mind that, despite the consequences, she NEEDED sexual release. With that realization the floodgates holding back ecstasy collapsed.

The raven-haired beauty’s eyes rolled back as she sighed loudly into the ball gag, “GGgggph! GGggaarph! GGAARRPH!” Zatanna Zatara felt the sensation of a red hot poker applied to her sexual center as sharp steel blades closed into her stretched clitoral shaft. The raven-haired superheroine fought off the shrill scream of agony and defeat that formed in her throat, and, in silence, forced her eyes open and downward just as she heard the SNAP from her remaining clitoral shaft below closed scissor blades whipping back into its cavity, and then watched her beheaded pleasure button fall from the apex of her vulva and disappear behind the curvature of her backward leaning body. Zatanna barely heard the soft wet splat over the deafening silence made by a mesmerized audience as her precious clitoris and rubber constrictor landed atop the orgasmatron emitter on the floor between her widespread legs. The 21^st Century entertainer forced herself to grin despite the horror flooding through her mind as the truth hit her—Zatanna Zatara had been declitted. Some of the girls in the audience gasped as the mesmerism suddenly broke, and then the deafening silence became a din of cacophonous cheering and applause.

Zatanna watched a smirking Hank Pym reach down between her feet with fascination beaming from his gleaming blue eyes and smugness filling his face. Behind him the raven-haired girl could see that her fellow heroines were laughing and talking excitedly as they clapped and stared at her with gleeful eyes. The Justice Leaguer watched the Avenger stand and hold out his closed right fist, palm up. “I’m sorry, Zatanna, but I neutered you,” Hank proclaimed softly with obvious pride in what he had done. “As Oliver had already debreasted you, I guess the appropriate term in this setting is nullified. I guess, given the agony you must have felt when I did it and likely still feel now, that I’m embarrassed to have to admit I really enjoyed declitting you. Here is the trophy you left for Bill.”

Zatanna Zatara forced the faux smile she had managed to maintain wider as the hand held before her face slowly opened, but she couldn’t find away to make the horror in her eyes become the fascination in Hank Pym’s. She managed not to gag as she stared at the half inch of moist elongate flesh that had been her priceless clitoris, still having the compression band choking it near the severed end. Still grinning she tore her tearful eyes away from her murdered sexual center and stared at the jubilation on Hank’s face.

Hank Pym blushed badly as he finally realized his bad manners, and closed the fist as he stammered, “Sorry, Zatanna, I’m being silly! I’ll make everything right when we get home, and then do anything it takes to make it up to you for this foolishness. Can we remain friends?” Hank smiled in obvious relief as the smiling raven-haired girl bent over before him nodded, and then he suggested, “Why don’t you let her up, Ollie. It looks like we’re done out here.”

“Not quite, Hank,” Bill Jennings interjected from his position a few feet away. “I want to see to it that these sows get one more round of applause for the courageous way they made their donations to the worldwide food chain. However, first I’m going to rub a little salt in their wounds, so leave Zatanna gagged and both her and Jamie’s wrists tied. Now, do let Zatanna up, Oliver, and escort her over to stand beside Jamie. Hank, do me a favor and use those scissors your holding to cut the compression rings from the severed clitorises. Then join Oliver. Cheryl….”

“I’m already on it, boss,” Cheryl called out as she headed toward the food ordering station. “Kaori and Colleen, get those trays out here. Colleen, I’ll take yours. You get to clean and place.”

Chapter 30. Tightrope

“Well, what do you say now, Dinah?” Wanda asked softly as she stared with obvious admiration out to Zatanna while the kitchen staff bustled behind her.

“I’d say it’s going to be a foursome that I’ll be trying to talk Mary Marvel into, Wanda,” Dinah replied with a giggle. “Zatanna actually managed to smile after having her clit clipped! Diana was right! I think a lot of us haven’t been giving her the credit she deserves…she’s got true grit!”

“Aye, friend Dinah,” Diana agreed with a broad grin on her face. “It takes real courage to take great pain without complaint, and great compassion to forgive the one who had been required to give it to you.”

“I think you’re using the term ‘required’ a little loosely, Diana,” Sue interjected softly with a frown on her face. “The boys volunteered for body part harvesting duty, and then Oliver intentionally put us at risk by entering us into the lottery against our will. I think they planned on entering us into the lottery all along. That’s why Hank arranged for Janet to be debreasted right away, and why Oliver was trying to push Dinah into doing back to back booth stints. They didn’t want to be chopping up their main squeezes, and they probably couldn’t be certain that would be all their eye candy would be risking happen to them. If not for the air dancing competition, at least one of the lottery winners would have been put on Jessica’s back. One of us could be standing out there instead of Zatanna…or Jamie…or even dead! One of us could have been earning cheers and applause by trying to accept pain and loss with dignity!”

“Wow!” Janet spat and then giggled loudly. “I don’t remember sweet Sue ever making that kind of speech before. You are certainly right, Sue! The boys DID plan this. I noticed Hank loosen up right after I returned to the table after being nullified, we all heard Hank say that having both me and Dinah debreasted before halftime would take a lot off those guys’ minds when Dinah told us of the foolish agreement she tried to make with Sydney, and that’s why Ollie proclaimed ‘it is what it is, and what will be, will be’ when Dinah made it through her first debreasting booth game. He knew she would wait to play another booth game from the kitchen side of the debreasting portals, and therefore get a lottery number. That said, I vote we drop this discussion. It didn’t turn into a death game, and Zatanna probably would have ended up breastless regardless. On top of that, you all heard her forgive Hank for declitting her!”

“Fine, Janet!” Sue shot back, still looking peeved. “Although, your assumption regarding Zatanna’s breasts might have turned out to be wrong. I certainly hope none of you are making assumptions about mine!”

“We aren’t, Sue,” Wanda replied softly with concern on her face, “but please don’t build your hopes of winning strip teases for your men, by going home whole, up to the point that having your breasts sent to the kitchen, during your third and final booth stint tonight, breaks your heart. What’s up, Dinah? You look like you just had an epiphany!”

“I did!” Dinah admitted sheepishly with a giggle as she nodded out to the dance floor where amputated breasts and severed clitorises, now washed clean of blood, were being carefully arranged on large silver trays. “I had two, actually! Firstly, I just realized from what Sue said earlier that all this applause we’ve been getting when we pluck someone’s tits out of the debreasting portals has been for the donators and not the debreastors. Secondly, the tray carried by Cheryl that Colleen just set Zatanna’s D-cups on is heart shaped. Bill’s going to make Zatanna look at a preview of her trophy board!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please!” Bill called out from the dance floor as he looked down a lineup that consisted of Hank, Oliver, Zatanna, and Jamie. “In a moment I’m going to give you a chance to show your appreciation for the donations these sows made tonight to the worldwide food chain, these men for accepting those donations on behalf of Final Fantasy, and the four of them for the entertainment they provided us with such panache. The courage and décor with which the two sows accepted their nullifications was particularly gratifying to see.” The chatter in the nightclub faded as Bill made this final observation.

“Nullification is a particularly terrible penalty to heap upon a sow,” Bill acknowledged in a calm and friendly tone. “I know most of you girls would gladly accept full conversion to meat rather than nullification if the choice was yours to make. Therefore, I want to go out of my way to make sure you all understand, tonight’s event was due to very unusual circumstances. This is the first time this year that all four of my barbecue pits were filled before the lottery. As I want you all to keep entering my lotteries, part of the price of keeping Final Fantasy open and available to you, I assure you on most nights the lottery winners will ride Jessica and be given the honor of donating their meat to the worldwide food chain.” Bill smiled as the mood instantly lightened and conversations resumed.

“Now,” Bill Jennings began with the excitement in his voice rising, “before you show your appreciation of tonight’s lottery event, and before we untie these sows and send them back to their tables as girls…well not quite girls I guess. I want to have the sows gaze with pride on the donations they made with the courage and décor I mentioned earlier. Cheryl and Kaori, please step forward now!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter as, after the waitresses stepped before the sows and held the carefully arranged trays before them, Zatanna had the faux smile wiped off her face and looked crestfallen, while Jamie quickly looked away and began bawling. Tears filled Zatanna Zatara’s blue eyes as well, as she stared downward at the two pinkish-brown-tipped D-cups, each one sitting under a separate arc at the top of the heart. Now the Justice League heroine realized her body parts would soon be memorabilia hanging downward mounted on a trophy board, attached to a wall instead of her chest. The fact that her nipples were still fully erect troubled her greatly, but it was the carefully placed clitoris above the tip of the heart that really shook her up. It, she knew, would be preserved in clear plastic, the glans forever pointed downward with the nearly half inch of clitoral shaft above it ending at the point it had been excised out of the top of her vulva. Finally, in the very center of the heart was a brass plate with ‘Zatanna’ scratched into it in her own handwriting.

“Wasn’t this an entertaining lottery event,” Bill hollered loudly when he saw Zatanna finally force her eyes off of her stolen body parts, and nod at Cheryl. “Let’s hear it for Jamie and Zatanna, and for Oliver and Hank!” He grinned with obvious satisfaction as the nightclub roared with cheers and applause that he knew would go on for many minutes.

An obviously thrilled Cheryl, while Bill looked on, turned and handed her tray to Colleen. Then she methodically whispered the instructions that would see Zatanna Zatara’s breast skins removed from the tissue they covered with the greatest of care, before being placed in a locked refrigerator box along with the severed clitoris and name plate. Cheryl herself would take the refrigerator box and the three-dimensional map of Zatanna’s upper torso, to make sure the breast skins were placed over correctly shaped and sized molds, to the taxidermist in the morning. Then Cheryl instructed Colleen to have nine breast bacon sandwiches prepared from the skinless breast tissue and sent to the principal reserved table, and Kaori to have two breast bacon sandwiches made from the paler breasts sent to the other reserved table adjacent the dance floor. Cheryl then turned and flashed her friendliest grin at Zatanna while the raucous cheering and applause went on behind her and the two nude head waitress hurried into the kitchen.

Zatanna had heard most of what Cheryl had whispered, and had been heartbroken by Cheryl’s obvious relish as she had watched a superheroine, her, Zatanna Zatara, getting nullified. The great pride the new manager was taking in being given the responsibility of seeing to the preservation the historical relics, Zatanna’s sexy bits, her boss had grown to treasure infuriated the Justice Leaguer. However, now, as Cheryl, while so obviously fighting to not look at her ugly wounds, which due to the coagulant on the washcloth had largely stopped leaking blood, smiled at her, Zatanna realized that the girl had just been doing her job with her usual efficiency. Zatanna shrugged her shoulders, and smiled back around the hated ball gag. The smile was genuine, as Zatanna was concentrating on Hank’s promise that she would be restored, while taking pride at the applause she and Jamie had earned from the audience.

As the ovation continued to fill Final Fantasy, Bill stepped over to the edge of the dance floor and said in a serious tone, “Charles, I’m sorry this is taking so long. We will get Jamie into the Game room and have Jane bandage her up shortly. If you’re up to it, the two of you should stick around for a while, like Zatanna and the boys are going to do. I promise that I have some great entertainment lined up for the much of the next hour, and Cheryl’s got sandwiches made from Jamie’s breasts on its way. I’ll see to it that you get her clit candy as well, if you want it. However, I won’t hold it against you if you choose to forgo the entertainment and decide to get Jamie down to the government meat processing facility. I realize the pressure is on you now to find someone to escort to Club X tomorrow night.”

“Thanks for the offer, Bill,” Charles replied softly as he frowned with disappointment and concern, “but I think I’d best see to Jamie right away. As soon as it sinks in that she really has been nullified, I’m pretty sure she’s not going to want to go on living, let alone enjoy your entertainment. I think we’re headed for the meat processi….”

“No, Charles, please,” Jamie interjected desperately from the center of the dance floor, “I don’t want to make a scene, but you can’t be seriously considering wasting my meat by having me live butchered! I’m Grade A meat and deserve to be spitted and live roasted! Bill can have one of the long pigs set aside and finish roasting it later.”

“Jamie,” Charles replied in a cracking voice, “I love you! I’m not going to divorce you and have you live butchered. I’m going to have you euthanized while we are still married. You are Grade A meat. They might use you as a long pig.”

“Charles, I don’t want to be put to sleep! I want to feel the heat of the coals as I begin to roast!” Jamie pleaded softly sounding even more desperate. “Please take me over to a Jessica right now!”

“Bill, can you do what she asks?” Charles asked in a cracking voice as he turned and addressed his friend. “I would really be beholding to you!”

“Now, see here, Charles,” Bill replied calmly and firmly, “you know that what she is asking for would drastically reduce the quality of the long pig’s meat. That would be criminal. Can’t you just take Jamie home, spit her yourself, and roast her over your own barbecue pit?”

“I couldn’t stand doing that to her, Bill,” Charles proclaimed in a cracking voice, “I love her too much. Isn’t there some way for you to help me and Jamie out?”

“Well, I’m sorry, Charles, but no, I don’t see….” Bill began with obvious sorrow.

“Excuse me, boss,” Cheryl interrupted from behind in her usual friendly and formal voice, “but we do have the two turkey roasters. If Miss Jamie is willing to let herself get cooked a little faster, she can still spend some quality time feeling her meat begin to roast. We could push one or both of them out of the kitchen and position them against the wall on the far side of the dance floor. I think our patrons would find her conversion followed by her squirming in the oven pretty entertaining.”

“I’m willing!” Jamie spat with new found excitement.

“I don’t know, Jamie, I’ve seen those things put to use,” Charles replied in a quivering voice. “The conversion process is pretty rough on a sow, and you probably wouldn’t feel the heat for more than twenty or thirty minutes. However, the turkey roasters are pressure cookers. You’d be done in sixty to ninety minutes, and I thought the rump roast I ate was pretty good.”

“That would get you out of here, with my fresh-roasted fillet in your belly, in plenty of time to pick up a willing-to-do-anything-for-papers hussy to take to Club X tomorrow night, Charles,” Jamie teased gleefully with hopeful eyes. “It’s been a long time since you’ve taken someone to Club X that you could freely gamble with in the games. You’ll have a blast!” Then the Grade-A short-haired blonde smiled and asked with obvious sincerity, “Please let me do this? I know that being converted to meat meant to be cooked alive in a turkey roaster is pretty horrific, and I know my time feeling my meat roast will be foreshortened, but it beats the hell out of the alternative you’re offering me.”

Charles looked into Jamie’s puppy-dog blue eyes as she stared had him with a pleading face and shrugged his shoulders as he proclaimed, “You always were able to get anything you wanted out of me, Jamie. Okay, Bill, sorry to delay your featured events, but I’d like to give Jamie what she’s asking for. Zatanna too?”

“Good question, Charles,” Bill Jennings admitted with a chuckle as he stared at a very concerned and confused looking Zatanna and the two perplexed 21^st Century heroes standing beside her, “although most men I know wouldn’t hesitate to make a girl in Zatanna’s condition fully meat given the chance. Cheryl, have someone get both turkey roasters out there and preheating where you suggested, and then have the head waitresses get ready to string Jamie up in front of the one nearest the kitchen. You’ll love the setup, Charles and Jamie, as I know your into bondage. Hank and Oliver, you’ve got a few minutes to decide what to do with Zatanna. I’m not trying to pressure you, but I think you’ll be sorry if you don’t at least get to see your tablemate strung up and ready to go. You can always change your mind.”

“There’s nothing to think about Bill,” Hank Pym announce nervously as he saw the girls at his table glaring at him. “We….”

“Whoa, hang on there, big guy,” Oliver chuckled with a gleam in his eyes. “Let’s slide over by the debreasting portals and talk about this in private for a moment. I want to make sure you haven’t forgotten a warning Wanda gave us at the start of the evening.”

Hank nodded and then stepped quickly over to stand in front debreasting booth five. Then he turned to the trailing Oliver Queen, and leaned close to his ear before saying in a barely audible whisper, “Yes, I know, Ollie, Wanda said that if we are put into a position as part of some official function that required us to have sex with, maim, or kill one or more of our girls, we are to go ahead and do what a 41^st Century male would do, not what we would do back home.”

“That’s correct, Hank,” Oliver whispered back, “and you heard what Bill said a 41^st Century male would do with Zatanna, given her condition and the opportunity at hand.”

“You’re willing to murder your teammate to keep your cover, Ollie?” Hank whispered in disbelief. “Even knowing the condition you and I have put her in is almost certainly temporary?”

“I don’t think it will come to that, Hank,” Oliver whispered back, “but, it wouldn’t be murder. It would be a legal conversion to meat under the laws of this land, so if it was a necessity to vouchsafe the group by sacrificing the one, which was the whole point of Wanda’s warning, yes I would be willing.”

“You’re over rationalizing, Ollie,” Hank whispered softly, “and you’re being played. Bill is at least as clever as the girls said he was. He said what he said to trick you into a situation you won’t be able to back out of WITHOUT killing Zatanna.”

“It probably won’t come to that, Hank,” Oliver replied with a whisper. “I’m going to agree to let Zatanna get strung up so that I can see if the bondage position he is bragging about is as cool as he says it is, and then I’m going to tell him, with the audience listening, that we’ve decided to keep her for live roasting when we get back home. You like the bondage on that Wizard’s Lair website don’t you? Wouldn’t you like to see Zatanna in strict bondage?”

“Yes and most certainly yes,” Hank admitted in a hushed voice with a silly grin on his face before adding in a more serious tone, “but you would be walking a very dangerous plank and Bill would be the shark in the water below you. Wouldn’t it be safer to simply say that Zatanna has paid the penalty that winning the lottery required of her, and that, to be fair, we are going to call that good enough?”

“I don’t think any of these 41^st Century men would use fairness to a sow as an excuse for not making her meat, Hank,” Oliver whispered back. “My plan is more plausible, and we get to continue to tease Zatanna and see her in a bondage pose. With your plan, there’s a strong possibility we’ll get out butts tossed out of this joint. I’m not leaving here with only two of those heroines having given up body parts. The price we paid to get here was too damned high. At the very least I want to see Dinah getting nullified and Wanda getting her big jugs crunched! Do we go with my plan?”

“No, you go with your plan, Ollie,” Hank replied with a whisper, “while I sit down. I don’t want to cause a war between your team and mine by being responsible, or partly responsible, for getting Zatanna killed. However, I won’t interfere with whatever happens, because I want to make it through the second half of the night and watch at least two more sets of heroine breasts bite the dust…preferable all four. Now, before I excuse myself in a politically correct manner, I’ll give you a warning. The twine they use to tie the sows’ wrists together is more symbolic than effective. Any athletically fit girl could easily break it. The 41^st Century girls don’t because their enculturation leads them to believe it would be immoral to do so. Get Bill to help you string Zatanna up right away. If she panics when you announce your plan, breaks free, and unbuckles that ball gag, your worst nightmare will seem like a pleasant dream!”

“Thanks, Hank, I owe you one!” Oliver Queen proclaimed at regular volume.

“No problem, Ollie,” Hank replied with a sheepish grin on his face, and then turned to face Bill Jennings. “Bill, I was about to say that we would like to at least see Zatanna in that strung up position you and Charles thought was pretty neat looking, but Oliver just reminded me that Zatanna was part of his group of folks, and that he would prefer to take responsibility for her. We were going to take her home with us, and spit her and live roast her tomorrow night. I think Ollie and I are still stuck on that notion, but I’ve lobbied to at least let you explain what the stringing up entails. Why don’t the two of you stand with Zatanna and talk it over. In the meantime, I’m going to turn Jamie over to Charles and take a seat. Thanks for letting me do the lottery stuff. I had a great time!”

“It was a pleasure, Hank,” Bill Jennings replied with a knowing look on his face. “You did a great job, and I’m sure Charles is grateful for the chance to take care of Jamie’s full conversion himself. Shall we talk, Oliver, while Zatanna listens?”

“That would be great, Bill,” Oliver replied with a chuckle as he suddenly noticed the ropes the head waitresses had stung out on the floor and lowered from the ceiling, and began walking towards an obviously suspicious Zatanna while Bill did the same.

As the two men arrived to stand on either side of the agitated Justice Leaguer, Bill Jennings chuckled softly, “Okay, what exactly can I tell you that I already haven’t?”

Oliver stepped behind Zatanna and grabbed each arm with a hand just above her wrist ties, before announcing jovially, “You can answer two questions, and then I’ll tell you what my decision is, Bill. One, this bondage position we might let Zatanna here entertain us with, would it be spread eagled? Two, will you help me string her up first, at least her arms, so that she can relax while we all watch Jamie getting prepared for the turkey roaster?”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter while Zatanna Zatara fought desperately to escape from her male teammate’s grip. “Yes and yes, Oliver,” Bill Jennings replied when he finally regained his composure.

“Okay, Bill,” the Green Arrow announced dryly and matter-of-factly, “then, although I was advised against risking temptation, I’ve decided to see Zatanna here strung up and readied to be turned into a turkey…whatever that entails.”

Bill Jennings again roared with laughter, before proclaiming loudly with the widest of grins, “I think you’ve made the right decision, Oliver. I think you’re going to love watching what happens to Jamie before she gets stuffed into the broiler. I think Zatanna is going to love watching it as well, and will be begging you to let her give it a try, rather than spending the night and next day nullified as she waits for your back door picnic party. Can you control her while I announce what’s happening?” Bill Jennings chuckled as he watched Oliver Queen nod.

Zatanna Zatanna groaned with terror and disgust before commanding into the ball gag in her mouth, “Monph Mup Marph, Mup Mampharph! Meph Mep Moph Mipht Mouph!” She fought hard to break free from the Green Arrow. She was fully aware that she was suddenly in danger of being killed and eaten, two thousand years after she had been born!

“Zatanna, stop that!” Oliver Queen hissed softly into the magic-wielding Justice Leaguer’s ear while she continued to issue muffled protests into the ball gag and struggled to break her wrists free of his grip. “If you break the twine tying your wrists, no one is going to believe me if I turn the opportunity Bill is about to present us down, and say we need to take you and Janet with us when we leave later for use at a pre-scheduled barbecue party with a bunch of our friends. Do you want to seal your fate, and likely doom the rest of your tablemates as well?”

Zatanna Zatara paused and stared out into the crowded nightclub. Most of the faces watching the dance floor were filled with eager anticipation, but the girls at her table, where a frowning Hank Pym was just retaking his seat, looked anxious and distraught. Wanda was ashen faced and obviously despondent and morose. She wondered, ‘Are the other heroines afraid for what might happen to themselves, if I misbehave…of for me? Are they worried that Oliver might actually be capable of murder?’

“Well, do you?” Green Arrow whispered softly as he saw where Zatanna was staring, and then grinned as the raven-haired heroine slowly shook her head. “Good! Let’s just try to stay out of trouble while we watch these folks, as Bill put it, string you and Jamie up. You’ve been put into bondage a thousand times before. You should be used to it by now!”

Zatanna blushed badly at Oliver’s embarrassingly truthful observation. She mused despairingly, ‘I have no choice but to do as Ollie’s suggesting…there is no way I’m going to break his grip, and if I did, I might get us all killed. Besides, I HAVE been put in most every bondage position imaginable before, although not while burning pain emanated from my breastless chest and clitless vulva. GOD! Why didn’t I follow my intuition and stay the hell home?’

“Ah, these must be the turkey roasters!” Oliver Queen chuckled softly into the suddenly submissive Justice League heroine’s ear as members of the clean-up crew pushed two large rectangular cuboid metal boxes on wheels around the end of the kitchen counter and onto the dance floor. “They’re much more compact than I expected. Not much room for meat!”

As the portable ovens were pushed across to the far side of the dance floor, Oliver used his grip on her lower arms to twist her around so that she was always facing the strange machines, and then forced her sideways so that she was directly in front of the roaster nearest the debreasting portals as it was plugged in to a wall socket. Zatanna glanced to the side, and noticed that Jamie had voluntarily taken an identical position in front of the other metal box, nearer the kitchen counter while Charles stood behind her grinning with pride.

The raven-haired superheroine returned her attention to the turkey roaster. The machine looked to be about six feet tall, but the cooking compartment occupied only the upper four feet, with the lower two feet presumably containing the computers the complex displays and control pads on the silver-metal bottom front base indicated to be present. The sides and back of the three-and-a-half-foot wide, three-and-a-half-foot-deep box were also silver metal, as was the top, except for a black plastic-looking ring surrounding a circular opening in the very center of the roof of the oven. The upper front of the cuboid consisted of transparent glass surrounded by a thin silver frame that had a vertical bracket handle centered on its left vertical margin. Through the glass, Zatanna could see what looked to be a curved surface at the back of the chamber extending from oven floor to oven roof with what had to be heating elements on it. A thin rod, shaped like the hilt of a knife, extended outward from the front top of the box horizontal to the floor at the right edge of a horizontal groove in the front surface just below the top of the roof. On the forward left corner of the roof, a sharp vertical spike extended three inches upward towards the ceiling.

Zatanna had a startling epiphany—the transparent front with the silver frame was the door to the turkey roaster through which Jamie, and perhaps some other unlucky girl, hopefully not herself, would be pushed. Jamie would be forced to kneel in the oven compartment with her head somehow pushed through the hole in the cooking compartment’s roof, which was no doubt insulated to keep the living meat’s brain cool. There would be no passing out from heat stroke as Jamie squirmed and roasted alive!

“Cheryl, set the preheat temperature on the turkey roasters to 100 degrees Fahrenheit, 38 degrees Centigrade,” Bill Jennings commanded cheerfully from the center edge of the dance floor. “We’ll start the turkeys out with a nice sauna. Have the temperature preset to increase one degree every five seconds until it reaches 350 degrees Fahrenheit, 177 degrees Centigrade, once you hit the on button. We will give Jamie and, if Oliver’s the stand-up man I take him to be, Zatanna twenty minutes to enjoy the slowly warming glow before they reach the roasting temperature. The modern trivection oven is pretty darn efficient. I’m guessing they will be ready to be served in ninety minutes!”

Zatanna Zatara gulped loudly while Oliver Queen chuckled softly behind her as she watched Cheryl kneel before the silver oven nearest the kitchen counter and finger some touch screen controls below the roaster’s door for a half minute, before stepping sideways and doing the same with the turkey roaster nearest the debreasting portals. The Justice League heroine gulped again as the curved slabs of heating elements at the backs of the chambers began to glow with a reddish hue. ‘This really blows,’ the raven-haired heroine reflected nervously, ‘being forced to stand out here with ugly, painful wounds and listen to threats of slow, agonizing death. They won’t really cook me alive and eat me, though, will they? They are just teasing me before tying me up into some embarrassing bondage position for their entertainment.’ Zatanna gulped a third time as she heard Bill Jennings clear his throat, and Oliver forced her around to face the audience while Jamie and Charles pirouetted.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if I might have your attention please,” Bill Jennings called out loudly as he faced the nightclub audience. “As many of you are likely aware, we’ve suddenly discovered, much to my delight, that we aren’t quite finished with the lottery winners after all. At least one sow, Jamie, has been volunteered by her escort, Charles, for full conversion to meat. I’m thinking the other sow’s escort, Oliver, is likely to follow suit, and Zatanna will be allowed to undergo full conversion as well. Because the patio roasting pits are fully occupied, Jamie, and perhaps Zatanna, will be allowed to enjoy live roasting in the turkey roasters you see at the far side of the dance floor. You folks will want to enjoy watching this as we get them both strung up and ready to become meat, and then convert at least Jamie.”

“I’m afraid you girls are going to miss out on the opportunity to play the round of the debreasting booth game I had planned to make available to you between accepting the lottery winners’ donations and our Balance Beam Joust game finale’” Bill announced apologetically as he chuckled softly. “We have a tight schedule to maintain! However, now, between jousts, you’ll be able to watch at least Jamie squirm as she roasts alive! Let’s give Jamie a big hand for her imminent donation to the worldwide food chain, and hope the applause encourages Oliver to give Zatanna the same opportunity!” Bill Jennings roared with laughter as her heard the loudest cheering and clapping of the night.

Zatanna watched as Bill, finally done glowing in the spotlight as Master of Ceremonies, turned and walked purposefully towards her. “Sorry that took so long, Oliver,” Bill declared with a chuckle as he knelt between her legs, “but these things can’t be rushed. Left foot up, Zatanna!” The Justice League heroine tugged her wrists once to test her teammate’s grip, and then obediently lifted the foot so that the nightclub owner could slip the noose at the end of the nearby floor rope over it and tighten the noose around her ankle. “Now the right, sow!” Zatanna obeyed and had a second noose tightened around her right ankle.

Bill Jennings stood, stepped behind her and gripped her left lower arm with both hands, while Oliver slid his left hand to the knot on the twine tying her wrists together. As soon as the knot was undone, Bill nodded to the ceiling rope to Zatanna’s right, and simultaneously the two men pushed her wrists up over her head. Bill slipped the noose at the end of the ceiling rope on his side of Zatanna over her left wrist, and pulled the slip knot tight. He nodded, and waited for Oliver to do the same, and then nodded to the wall at the far side of the dance floor when he saw the noose had been drawn tight around her right wrist. The floor rope on either side of Zatanna was slowly retracted into recesses in the floor while the ceiling ropes retracted slowly into the ceiling, Cheryl’s doing no doubt, Zatanna realized. The retraction continued until her arms had been pulled upward and sideways, and her feet drug sideways, until she formed a tightly stretched X on her tippy toes.

“Phalph phipht, phoup phap phorp phup!” Zatanna proclaimed into her ball gag as she looked pleadingly into the laughing green eyes of the bearded hero beside her. “Phouph pheph pheep phop!”

“No, Zatanna,” Oliver Queen replied dryly as he handed the length of twine to Bill, “there is still more fun to have here. I’m not letting you go until Jamie’s ready to go into the turkey roaster. Then MAYBE I’ll let Bill see if someone in the audience is willing to take your place filling the other!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter before chortling, “The chances of someone volunteering to do that are pretty slim, Zatanna, once the audience has watched Jamie’s conversion to meat. Oh, maybe one of the guys out there is looking for a quick divorce. There is always the odd chance! Just stand to her right, Oliver. Kaori and Colleen, under Cheryl’s watchful eye, will take it from here. You’ve got some time to ponder the advice I gave you and Hank just before Lorna and her sorority sisters made their pitch to Diana.”

“…so as I pried back, you could almost hear the little sucker groan as it desperately sought to pull back into its little fleshy cave and save as much of itself as it could!” Hank Pym explained excitedly with a silly grin on his face as his hands reenacted what he was describing. “Then, when I snipped it in two, the loud SNAP the bottom half made as it flicked back down its hole almost seemed to make a barely audible bowstring-twang vibration at the end. I tell you, Janet, that was the most fun I’ve had with a girl in a very long time…maybe forever!”

“Even better than sex, was it, silly husband?” Janet asked with a wicked grin on her face.

“Well, maybe not better than the anal sex I got just before the snipping, darling,” Hank replied with a faraway look in his blue eyes as his grin grew wider. “The way her sphincter choked and her anus massaged my member as she was debreasted was freaking FANTASTIC!”

“Stop encouraging, Hank, Janet!” Wanda interjected impatiently. “He doesn’t realize how cruel he’s making himself sound, and I know Hank to be a kind and gentle man. I’m glad you had fun, Hank. That’s why we are here. However, save your stories for later. While some of us ARE interested to hear about what it’s like to be the one doing the neutering, rather than having it done to us, some of us AREN’T. Now, what the hell does Oliver think he’s doing out there?”

“He thinks he’s following your advice, Wanda,” Hank replied in a hushed embarrassed tone, “and behaving like city folk. In his defense, there wasn’t an easy way to get out of doing what he’s doing right now without looking like a buffoon…or worse. Charles and Bill were pretty slick in the way they boxed us in. What male, city slicker or country bumpkin, wouldn’t want to see those girls spread-eagled like that?” Hank nodded out to the dance floor where Kaori and Colleen had just finished turning Jamie into a stretched out X.

“You’re covering for Oliver, aren’t you, Hank?” Sue asked softly in a quivering voice. “You had started to say that there was nothing to think about, because Zatanna had already made the donations required of her by the lottery rules, when Oliver interrupted you, right?”

“Maybe I was going to say that, Sue,” Hank replied in a barely audible whisper, “but maybe that was going to be a terrible mistake. I’m not covering for Oliver, I’m going along with him, while managing to get out of participating, just in case everything goes wrong. His excuse for backing out of this at the last minute is going to make more sense to these…city folks…than what I might have been about to say. I could have got us booted out of here, or worse, before we got to see any more of you girls debreasted. That’s not happening…no matter what! I just hope Bill doesn’t back Ollie into an even tighter corner…the temptation to go along with these folks laws and customs is going to be pretty strong. Now all of you shut up about Oliver, right now!”

“Well it is pretty cool the way they’ve got those girls stretched out with their ragged debreasting wounds and ruined pussies on full display,” Dinah observed with a giggle as she grinned out to the dance floor, unaware of the stunned looks suddenly filling her tablemates’ faces as they heard her words. “However, for the life of me, I can’t figure out what those cuff-thingies they just closed around Jamie’s elbows and are now closing around her knees are for. Why would they need to make sure she can’t bend her joints when they’ve got her limbs stretched out tighter than bowstrings?”

Zatanna was wondering the same thing, as she had watched Kaori and Colleen simultaneously open the bracelet-like cuffs at hinges to form half circles, carefully place them around Jamie’s lower arms, and then snapped them back closed to form three-inch-wide rings with the upper ends just above the giggling papered sows’ elbows. Her wonder grew as she watched similar, larger circumference, four-inch-wide rings simultaneously opened by the head waitresses and then snapped closed around the breastless blonde’s upper shins and calves, so that the upper ends of the rings were just above her kneecaps.

The breastless Justice Leaguer shivered uneasily as she watched Kaori and Colleen fit a thin, three-inch wide collar with silver eyebolts extending out over the center of Jamie’s shoulders around her upper neck, while Cheryl flicked a switch on the kitchen side of the warming turkey roaster to lower twin cords with snap hooks at their ends downward from the ceiling over the eyes of the bolts, until the head waitresses could snap the hooks around the open ends of the eyebolts. Then Cheryl retracted the twin cords until they were taut. ‘Now that’s strict bondage,’ Zatanna marveled despite the nervous anticipation that she was almost certain to get the same treatment. “Jamie’s ability to move has been reduced to her eyes, eyelids, tongue, and mouth!”

As the head waitresses, each carrying two sizes of bracelet-cuffs, moved to stand on either side of Zatanna, butterflies began forming in her stomach. Kaori and Colleen each set the larger of the rings on the floor behind her widespread feet, and pressed a small button on one side of the smaller rings that allowed them to pull the bracelets open. The raven-haired heroine could see a circle of ruby-colored glass or plastic around the inner upper rims of the open cuffs, and complex circuitry below the dark-red circles. There were four outward curved translucent red plastic lenses, probably light bulb covers, Zatanna reasoned, equally spaced around the center of the outside surface of the cuffs. As the nullified heroine watched, the head waitresses turned the cuffs upside down and carefully positioned them. The bracelets were then closed simultaneously around the upper part of Zatanna Zatara’s lower arms, locking her elbows straight.

Soon, the head waitresses were on their knees, positioning the larger circumference open rings with similar ruby-colored glass or plastic rimming their inner upper edges and identical circuitry below the reddish zones around her shins, calves, and kneecaps. Once the cuffs were closed, Zatanna felt her knees locked straight.

The Justice Leaguer’s apprehension increased as she found sensation of having her joints locked in place most disconcerting. As Kaori and Colleen buckled the neck cuff around her upper neck, snapped the lowered cords onto the eyebolts, and Cheryl used the wall switch to pull the cords tight, apprehension became grim foreboding. Now Zatanna could move even less than Jamie, due to the ball gag in her mouth.

‘How can Oliver possibly be so naïve?’ she nervously pondered as she watched the head waitresses and Cheryl hurry to the back of the kitchen counter and begin rummaging through some of its cabinets. ‘These people are going to far too much trouble with this stringing-me-up process to let him talk them out of killing me. Is Green Arrow a fool? Or is he a willful accomplice? God, I hope I’ve got this figured all wrong!’

A few seconds later, Colleen and Kaori hurried around the end of the kitchen counter carrying 15-inch-high flat-bottomed dome-shaped devices that looked very much like the narrow ends of oversized chicken eggs made mostly out of ceramics. Cheryl trailed the head waitresses with both hands behind her back. Colleen stepped before Jamie, and set the bottom of the device on the floor before and between the blonde’s widespread legs. A second later, Kaori placed her cargo on the floor before and between Zatanna’s legs. The raven-haired heroine blanched badly as she saw the inch-and-a-half diameter circular hole at the apex of the dome, surrounded by a rubber ring that was raised slightly above the crest of the dome. Just in front of the ring was a circular disk of red that the Justice Leaguer instantly recognized as a orgasmatron beam projector. Lower on the front of the dome were more computer displays and touch screen controls.

Jamie’s nervous giggle brought Zatanna’s eyes away from the dome below her to the dome centered before Jamie’s legs. The blonde was grinning like a Cheshire cat as the gorgeous nightclub manager prepared to load one of the two inch-and-a-half-thick two-and-a-half-foot-long steel rods she had been carrying into the circular opening at the apex of the dome. Naturally, the business end of the just over two-foot-long spit, which Zatanna had already guessed the circular hole was for, was very sharply pointed. The raven-haired heroine tried to shake her head, but couldn’t, as she realized that Jamie was thrilled that getting impaled was going to be part of her slow death.

With the spit now pushed down into the depths of the dome, the tip of the spit was too high to just slide the assembled contraption under Jamie’s pelvis without impacting the lower front of her crotch. To compensate, while Colleen slid behind the short-haired blonde and spread Jamie’s labia with one hand while reaching between the papered sow’s widespread legs and covering the tip of the spit with the index finger of the other, Cheryl tilted the assembly toward Jamie. When the tip was under Jamie’s open vulva, the two worked together to push the spitting device towards Jamie while allowing the spit tip to rotate upward into the folds of her parted labial lips and then into her lower vagina. “It’s in boss!” Colleen announced softly with a look of relief on her face as she inspected the back of the sows sex. “We didn’t nick her!”

“Good!” Cheryl spat softly before smiling to Charles. “There is always a worry with these more manually controlled devices. Okay, Jamie, I’m going to turn on the spit propeller and lift the metal further into your vagina. Sing out the second you feel steel touch cervix, okay?”

Certainly, Cheryl!” Jamie declared in a voice that seemed to be filled with eager anticipation rather than trepidation. “While I don’t mind you filling my vagina, and I might just manage a cum while you do so, I’d like to enjoy the feel of the steel a bit before agony on the inside of me joins the pain emanating from my chest and vulva.”

“That’s understandable, Jamie,” Cheryl replied politely as she reached down and pushed an upward pointing triangle symbol on the front of the dome.

There was a soft whirring sound emanating from the dome, and Jamie moaned softly. Zatanna could just barely see Jamie out of the corner of her eye as she looked sharply sideways while her head remained locked high and straight, so she could only assume her fellow lottery winner was reacting to metal slowly sliding up her vagina. “Uh!?! STOP!” the blonde suddenly hissed with panicky surprise.

Cheryl quickly tapped a square symbol below the triangle and asked urgently, “Are you okay, Jamie?”

“Uh huh!” the blonde above the nightclub manager giggled and with her eyes closed as she sought to move her hips in small circles to enjoy the feel of the sharply tipped phallus buried deeply into her love channel.

“Good! We will have Charles begin your full conversion to meat in a minute or two, sow. First, Kaori and I need to fill Zatanna.”

Zatanna watched Cheryl pick up the remaining steel spit, stand, step sideways, and kneel. As the Grade A blonde fit the bottom of the spit into the top of the dome before her, the stage show side of her had her making some acute observations and rough guesses. With their legs widespread, her and Jamie’s vulvas were likely 24 to 27 inches above the floor, and given the dome-shaped spitting machines were 15 inches high, it would take 9 to 12 inches of the thick steel spit Cheryl was pushing into the machine just to part labial lips. She had ridden Green Arrow’s 11-inch penis on several occasions, so assuming he hadn’t quite buried himself to the hilt and that her vagina would be malleable when penetrated by flesh rather than steel, the depth to the girls’ cervixes could be somewhere around 10 inches. Therefore, 19 to 22 inches of the 30 inch spits would be used up before causing agony. Assuming an inch would remain in the dome’s spit chamber, which Cheryl had finally managed to fill before her, that left only 7 to 10 inches to be buried into Jamie’s, and hopefully only Jamie’s, abdominal cavity—the papered blonde was in for a terrible stomach ache!

“GGMMPH!” Zatanna spit into her gag as Kaori’s gentle spreading of her labial lips with the fingers and thumb of her left hand brought her musings to an abrupt end. The nullified Justice Leaguer peered downward with anxious blue eyes as she watched Cheryl tip the dome to swing the spit tip backward and downward below her targeted vulva, Kaori put her right index finger over the spit tip as she gripped the end of the spear, and the two Final Fantasy employees work together to slide the assembly backward while the spit tip was rotated forward and upward. Zatanna moaned softly as she felt warm finger and cold steel push up into vagina.

Zatanna sensed Kaori push her face closer to her sex as she, while continuing to hold her labium open, inspected the back of the Justice Leaguer’s vulva and lower vagina. “We have achieved a successful entry, Miss Cheryl,” the senior head waitress declared in a singsong voice. “I cannot perceive any wounds or see any bleeding.”

“Good!” Cheryl spat with obvious relief. “I would be disappointed if we became the responsible parties for Zatanna’s full conversion to meat. If you want that decision left to Mr. Queen, Zatanna, make noise the instant, but not before, you feel the spit tip reach the back of your vagina and touch your cervix. I know you know what that feels like; I was at the dairy the other day. Follow those instructions fully Zatanna, without hesitation, and this slow one-push cold-steel fuck could end your role as a lottery winner without additional pain…should Mr. Queen so decide.” Without waiting for a response from the sow she knew to be a 21^st Century superheroine, Cheryl tapped the upward pointing triangle symbol on the front of the dome before her, and lowered her hand to let her fingers hover over the square symbol.

Zatanna Zatara gulped and then groaned as thick steel slowly slid upward into her vaginal cavity. The raven-haired heroine moaned with surprise, disgust, and wanton erotic lust as she found the slow ravishment to be so very much like coitus. ‘Oh, God, I’m growing wet…I think I’m going to climax!” suddenly rang through the Justice Leaguer’s mind. ‘God! That’s going to be SO embarrassing…in front of all these people. The other heroines will never stop teasing me about it!’ “MMOPH! MMIPPH!” she screamed into the ball gag as she felt the prick at the back of her vagina, a hairsbreadth away from climax. She watched Cheryl tap the front of the dome, and the sexual plundering came to an abrupt end. Zatanna Zatara issued a groan of frustration and need as she realized she was going to be left hung-up yet again!

“Say something if you’re feeling vaginal pain, Zatanna,” Cheryl commanded tersely. She paused and carefully examined the spit as the heroine groaned in frustration behind her. “Good! Then you’re in Mr. Queen’s capable hands. I’d wish you luck, sow, but, in the 41^st Century, luck for someone in your position and condition would be to go on to be made meat.”

Cheryl stood and flashed a friendly smile at Zatanna, before stepping over to kneel before Jamie’s dome’s controls. She tapped a circle symbol below the orgasmatron emitter, and then used some touch-screen controls to focus the red light that now shined on the shivering blonde’s vulva until it was centered on the little indentation just below her clitoral hood—the opening to the cavity from which a sensitive clitoral glans once protruded.

The stunningly beautiful nightclub manager pulled open a small compartment at the base of the dome, unplugged a small sensor from the well-heat-shielded recess, and stood. She pressed the sensor into the V at the top of Jamie’s chest that was formed by the forward ends of her left and right clavicles, or collarbones, and the top of her sternum, and pressed a small button on the sensor. The dome on the floor beeped, and Cheryl bent and plugged the sensor back in before closing the compartment. Then she stood and took a small black remote controller, which Colleen had fetched from a kitchen counter drawer, from the junior head waitress’s right hand as the waitress nodded towards Jamie.

Cheryl stepped beside Charles, and pointed the remote control towards Jamie. She pressed the O symbol at the top of the remote control, and the translucent light covers on the four cuffs covering the blue eyed blonde’s elbows and knees glowed bright red. The nightclub manager held the black remote controller before Charles and explained calmly and clearly, “Take this, but be careful not to let anything near the control symbols until you’re ready. They are touch screen controls and very sensitive! I don’t know if it is possible for the orgasmatron beams to bring a declitted sow to climax…even while that emitter is at full intensity…the severed shaft of Jamie’s clitoris is buried fairly deeply below her pubic mound…but press the X symbol the instant she begins to climax, if she does. If she doesn’t orgasm within a few minutes, she isn’t going to, so you might as well hit the X anyhow, and get her spitting and conversion to meat started.”

“Understood, Cheryl,” Charles replied softly as he took the small device from the long-haired, big-breasted, green-eyed blonde and flashed a smile of encouragement at his breastless, blue-eyed, short-haired blonde wife, “I’ll get Jamie started on her journey to meat-hood in a few short minutes, but I’m pretty certain it will be while she is in the middle of sweet orgasm. You can cum for me, can’t you Jamie? Go ahead and get Zatanna ready for Oliver to send her down the same pathway, Cheryl.” Both Charles and Cheryl chuckled as Jamie moaned in pleasure and nervous anticipation, and Zatanna groaned with dread and disgust.

Cheryl took the second remote controller from Colleen’s left hand and stepped over to kneel before Zatanna. The Grade-A blonde reached down and tapped the O symbol below the orgasmatron emitter on the dome between Zatanna’s widespread legs, and then used the machine’s touch screen controls to focus the beam on the now clitless spot below the heroine’s clitoral hood. She opened the heat-shielded chamber at the base of the dome, unplugged the sensor within it, stood, pressed the sensor into the V-shaped hollow below the Justice Leaguer’s Adam’s apple, activated it causing the dome to beep, knelt, plugged the sensor back into the impalement device, closed the chamber, and stood.

Cheryl flashed a friendly smile at Zatanna and said softly and sweetly, “I know it would go against expected behavior for girls in your profession, Zatanna, but, regardless of what Oliver decides to do with you, it will be much more entertaining for everyone involved if you get a climax forced on you. Actually, you owe me that! I climaxed for you at the start of the evening when you tried to con Janet into turning the debreasting booth control demonstration Wanda talked me into, into a balloon popping party, with MY Grade-A’s getting the popping pin!” Cheryl’s smile got bigger as Zatanna’s blue eyes widened with surprise and her face grew paler—it wasn’t every day that a 41^st Century working girl got to knock a 21^st Century superheroine down a peg!

Cheryl turned and stepped beside Oliver. She pointed the remote controller towards Zatanna and pressed the O symbol towards the elongate device’s forward end, and the red lenses on the Justice Leaguer’s cuffs glowed bright red. Then she held the small device out towards the emerald archer and warned, “Oliver, as I told Charles, make sure nothing comes near the touch screens until Mr. Jennings tells you it is time for you to decide whether or not to contribute Zatanna’s meat to the worldwide food chain and Final Fantasy’s profit margin. At that time, press the square symbol at the bottom of the controller, and I’ll undo all the effort I’ve just put into stringing her up and let her retake her seat at your table, or, hopefully as she’s forced to climax, hit the X symbol in the center of the controller and she will be readied for the turkey roaster’s warm embrace.”

“Got it, babealicious!” Oliver chortled back. “Now don’t worry your pretty little head about the forced orgasm thing. Zatanna and her friends might come off as holier-than-thou high-moral-standard role models, but they are actually pretty high-strung sexually, and the boys and girls they spend their careers wrestling with have managed to train most of them to climax if they feel a gentle breeze on their pussies! I wager that, in a few seconds, Zatanna will join Jamie there in gyrating her hips around the steel in her vagina as she tries to fuck herself to ecstasy. I won’t be surprised if my tablemate beats blondie to the finish line when it comes to climax, either. Then she’ll have to wait for Jamie to get spitted before I decide if I’m going to feed more sharply pointed steel into her own overstuffed cunt!”

Cheryl giggled loudly! The thoroughly stunned and totally crestfallen look on the raven-haired heroine’s face as she heard her teammate’s crude and vulgar prediction was priceless. Cheryl’s giggle became a chuckle as, likely unbeknownst to the superheroine, Zatanna began moving her hips over the deadly phallus in her vagina. Cheryl, with Kaori and Colleen in tow, rushed into the kitchen. There was work to be done. They’d have to watch what happened out on the dance floor while taking care of Final Fantasy business!

Jamie moaned softly, bringing Zatanna’s attention back to the situation at hand. She blushed badly as she suddenly became aware of her hips moving. She was so desperately near climax that it hurt! If the orgasmatron beams were reaching the severed end of her beheaded clitoris, the clitoral shaft certainly wasn’t doing a very good job of processing the pleasure the beams carried.

Jamie moaned again, carrying the same message of needed relief that she herself was feeling. Zatanna moaned. Her blush deepened! She moved her eyes to the right to see Oliver Queen grinning at her. He pointed the remote controller in his hand at her and let his thumb hover over the center symbol. ‘The crazy bastard!’ screamed through Zatanna Zatara’s mind. ‘If he accidentally loses track of where his thumb is, he’s going to feed more than six inches of steel into my guts. How’s he going to explain THAT to the emergency room doctors back in the 21^st Century, after bringing Wanda’s field trip to an abrupt end?’

Jamie moaned again, this time more loudly and sounding desperate. ‘Don’t give in, you silly girl,’ Zatanna thought as she forced her eyes away from the Green Arrow’s empty threat toward the girl she’d met less than a week ago, ‘when you climax, Charles will begin your slow death. These men don’t know any better! They aren’t heroes like Hank and Oliver!’ Zatanna moaned and surprise filled her face as she recognized a familiar sensation—it was a faint sensation in her loins, but it had to mean the orgasmatron beam emitter WAS stimulating her sex. She was so close to the climax that would bring both relief and embarrassment to her, but not seal her own fate.

Zatanna glanced back to Oliver, he still had the remote controller pointed at her with his thumb hovering over disaster, but his eyes were on Jamie now, and his face was filled with fascination. The Justice League heroine heard the debreasted blonde to her left suddenly hold her breath, and forced her eyes back towards Jamie, who she could barely see in the corner of her eye. The papered sow was shivering and her muscles were taut as she hung at the edge of both ecstasy and agony-filled doom. A second passed, and then another, and then Jamie moaned, “Oh God! Thank God! I’m cumming, Charles. It’s wonderful!”

Zatanna’s gasp joined the gasps of most of the nightclub patrons as Charles touched the center of his remote controller, Jamie shrilled in agony, and her lower legs toppled forward onto the dance floor while her lower arms swung out away from her body, suspended from ropes! Out of the corner of her eye, Zatanna could see toes and fingers curling and uncurling, clenching and unclenching, at the ends of amputated limbs while Jamie was slowly sliding downward on her spit while held vertical by her neck collar and attached cords; cords that we slowly getting longer as spoolers in the ceiling slowly unwound. There wasn’t any blood spewing from Jamie’s stumps, or the severed limbs—the red circles above knees and elbows on the inside surface of the cuffs were laser beam slicers!

“Oh God, Charles,” Jamie finally screamed as her predicament finally dawned on her muddled mind, “that blew big time, but at least I’m getting ready to be made meat in the way I always dreamed about before I met you. I’m getting my final cold-steel fuck before I feel the heat around my meat! Oh God, it hurts so good!”

‘Good grief!’ screamed through Zatanna’s mind. ‘This is horrific, and both Jamie and Charles are attempting to smile at each other. Don’t they realize that another 16 inches or so of spit has suddenly been made available to fill Jamie’s body. That why Cheryl marked the top of the breast bone. That’s where the spit tip is going to be buried! This is how they fit a girl into such a small oven! Jamie’s been converted into a turkey!’

“Oliver Queen,” Bill Jennings called out loudly over Jamie’s loud gasps, groans, and moans, “you have until Jamie’s vulva reaches the raised rubber ring at the apex of the spitting dome surrounding the spit to decide. When it’s pressed down, the spit propeller in the dome will be activated, and the rest of the spit will be slowly pushed up through her torso. We don’t want Jamie waiting very long to be put in the oven, if you’re going to let Zatanna join her. Now, what about that advice I gave you.”

Zatanna tore her eyes off Jamie to look fearfully at the Green Arrow as he replied, “Well, Bill, you told us country boys that we should just do what most any city boy would do, appraise the situation, decide decisively, and, if even tempted, make the girl meat. I have to be honest, I am tempted!” The raven-haired magic wielder shivered in terror—the Green Arrow’s thumb was hovering over the center of the remote controller, which was still pointing straight at her. Zatanna Zatarra heard a muffled triple sigh of climax, and realized immediately that hers was the throat issuing it as ecstasy flooded through her loins!

To be continued.

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