Chapter 31. Fallen Hero

 

            “However,” Oliver Queen continued, raising his voice so he could be heard over Zatanna’s sighs of climax and gasps of fearful apprehension, as he glanced apologetically to his strung-up, breastless and clitless teammate before shrugging at Bill Jennings, “I’m afraid Hank and I have already made plans for Janet and Zatanna.  We planned on debreasting two of our girls here tonight, and using them as live roasters at a barbecue we are hosting for a group of friends tomorrow afternoon.  Hank decided it was time for a divorce, so he arranged for Janet’s debreasting. I made the other girls enter your lottery, Bill, hoping one of them would join Janet, and not caring which, over hot coals.  I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your generous offer tonight, Bill, in view of tomorrow’s commitments.”

            Zatanna Zatara, hanging spread-eagled from taut ropes over a vertical spit, the sharp tip of which was imbedded cervix deep in her vagina, closed her eyes and smiled around her gag as she sought to enjoy the waves of orgasmic delight flooding through her loins—she was both amazed and pleased that the orgasmatron emitter between her legs had forced climax upon her despite her lack of clitoris and breasts, and the throbbing untreated wounds where these body parts once protruded.  The relief on her face was obvious to all as she thought, ‘Ollie and Hank were teasing all along!  They had to go through with nullifying me when I won the lottery to keep our cover…knowing the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator will make me whole again when we get home…but they never planned on killing me.  I’m not going to end up like Jamie…I’m not going to be live roasted and eaten in the 41st Century!”  In the background she could hear Bill Jennings roaring with laughter…as usual.  He WOULD think it funny that he had gotten the boys to pretend to behave like men from this terrible time zone!  Then she realized that Bill had stopped laughing, and was replying to the Green Arrow.

            “Don’t get me wrong, Oliver, as I understand the need for keeping commitments, but I’m afraid I need to point out that you’re sounding a bit selfish, not to mention unpatriotic,” Bill Jennings announced loudly with obvious disgust.  “While that must be some party you’re throwing tomorrow to warrant two live roasters, I don’t think the loss of livestock is going to hurt that much.  In fact, given the size of the herd you and Hank have been tending tonight, I doubt anyone here is going to believe it would hurt you to thin it by at least one more sow.  This IS a licensed facility for donating meat to the worldwide food chain…the sacred duty of all men and girls in this society. You’re going to look like a real schmuck if you cut that nullo loose, and then one of your other girls makes herself eligible for your barbecue by losing her breast bacon…!”

            “MMMEEEEEEEPHHhh!” Zatanna Zatara shrilled into her ball gag as excruciating agony suddenly erupted from above her elbows and knees, and she felt a sharp point press against the roof of her cervix while the collar pulled upwards on her neck.  Then, as she saw lower arms swing away from her out of the corners of her eyes, and two lower legs topple onto the floor in front of her, the twitching severed limbs still locked straight by the metal bracelets that had housed the amputation lasers, she felt the spit tip push through the wall of flesh above it.  “MMOPH! MOPHEEPH! MMOPH!”  The Green Arrow had given her a quadruple amputation!  She was being spitted!  She was going to die roasting in a metal box!  She stared past an astonished looking Oliver Queen and a broadly grinning Bill Jennings to her tablemates. An irate Scarlet Witch had just leaped to her feet!

 

            “Do something, Wanda!” Sue Richards hissed urgently as she stared with horror-filled blue eyes out to Zatanna as the raven-haired heroine slowly began sinking downward over the metal skewer.  “That idiot, Queen, accidentally, I think, hit the kill switch on that remote.  Let’s get Zatanna out of here and hope that….”

            “Silence, Sue!” Bill Jennings commanded sternly just loud enough for the occupants of the featured reserved table to hear.  “And sit down, Wanda…you too Oliver…we can all watch Jamie and Zatanna become meat from the comfort of our chairs.  Do as you are told…NOW…Wanda, or I’ll have the headman’s block and axe brought out.  I’ll make you meat if you cause a scene in my nightclub…you know I will.  It’s too late for Zatanna, anyhow.  Still, I’m not taking any chances…the door to the dairy is locked and guarded!  Now sit down!”

            An ashen-faced Wanda Maximoff slowly nodded and then sat down while Sue and Janet glowered at her and Diana, Dinah, and Hank looked stunned.  Wanda shrugged again and frowned out at Zatanna who was gasping in agony into the ball gag as the stumps of her limbs writhed to and fro, and the digits of the severed lower limbs curled and uncurled.  The buxom Avenger hissed softly, “There is nothing to be gained by getting all of us killed, Sue.  I’m sorry!”

            “I knew you would be sensible, Wanda,” Bill Jennings chuckled as he took his own chair, while a still astonished looking Oliver Queen took his.  “You always understood the ‘When in Rome’ adage.”

            “You don’t look so well, Ollie,” Dinah observed with concern-filled blue eyes.  “Don’t beat yourself up…it was an accident right?”

            “Don’t answer that, Oliver,” Wanda quickly interjected in a whisper.  “If you say it was intentional, your tablemates are going to be outraged, and if you say it was an accident, the patrons of this establishment are going to start questioning our behavior…putting us all in danger.  Keep it to yourself…and don’t any of the rest of you ever ask Oliver that question again.  Besides, this villainy is not your fault.  Bill manipulated you into it!”

            “Indeed, I did, Wanda,” Bill Jennings admitted softly with a chuckle.  “Making girls meat is what 41st Century men do.  Now, I suggest everyone shut up and enjoy the show.  Zatanna isn’t going to get a do-over with this, like YOU girls do with my debreasting booth game!”

 

            Zatanna Zatara groaned with disappointment as she watched Wanda sit back down.  It was obvious that any plans her friends might have had to save her had been set aside following the nightclub owner’s threat to behead any misbehaving heroines.  She moaned in agony as she felt the burning pain rising in her abdomen.  She was still sinking downward on the sharp spit below her as her collar cords were slowly played out, and the glow of the Justice Leaguer’s final climax had completely faded!  She watched Oliver and Bill take their seats, listened to the ensuing terse whispered argument, and then watched her tablemates stare out at her with sorrow, apprehension, and, yes, fascination on their faces. Suddenly, their eyes moved to Jamie as the mewling blonde gasped with surprise.

            Out of the corner of her eye, Zatanna could see Charles kneeling beside his wife as she flailed her truncated limbs.  There was concern on his face, and pride.  There was pain on Jaimie’s, and self-satisfaction which suddenly became surprise as a low whirring sound could suddenly be heard.  Jamie’s slow drop under the force of gravity had bottomed out, and the pressing of her vulva on the rubber ring surrounding the spit at the top of her egg-shaped spitting dome had activated her spit propeller. 

“MMmmeeph!” Zatanna shrilled into her gag.  The pain had become excruciating again!  The spit point was pushing into the bottom of her stomach!  A few more inches and her own spit propeller would be activated!  She had to get free, or vital organs would be damaged and the best hospital in the world wouldn’t be able to save her.  “Phhph, phhph, phhph!” issued from Zatanna’s mouth as she tried to blow the ball gag out of her mouth while she rubbed at the side of her head with her cauterized arm stumps.  Her kneeless thighs squirmed as she fought to free her mouth.  If she could get the gag off, she could utter a translocation spell, and teleport into the room with the time-ship.  Somehow, despite having no hands, she would manage to operate vehicle’s controls and get herself back home!     

 

“Poor Zatanna!” Sue moaned softly as tears streamed down her face.  “She’s so desperate to get free and save herself.  How could we possibly have let it come to this?”

“’Twas a known risk, was it not, friend Sue?” Princess Diana of Themyscira asked softly with a look of bitter resolve on her face.  “Wanda made clear to us all that we female’s lives would be at risk in this place.  All were told that we heroines would be seen as meat, and not as women.  Zatanna knew this better than most, did she not?  Tonight is the second time a skewer parted her labial lips, yet she willingly risked the fate now being thrust upon her.  She deemed the risk acceptable in view of the entertainment at Avengers’ mansion and the excitement here.”

“Yes, Diana, she and we knew there were risks,” Janet spat angrily as she glared at Bill Jennings, “but who could guess our best friend in this…city…would work against us to make risk become reality.  Do you hate Zatanna so much, Bill?”

“I don’t hate Zatanna at all, Janet,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle, “although I will admit I probably LIKE her less than the rest of you girls.  I don’t understand your attitude…the hurt and disappointment…towards my behavior.  I thought I made it very clear at the end of the college field trip to the dairy that, while I don’t like performing full conversions, I’ll see to it that they do occur if circumstances require it.  I also made it clear, just before you girls went home at the end of that day, that, while I’m in no rush to do so, I hope to eventually taste each and every one of you girl’s meat.  Every girl on this planet in this century, whether born here and now or not, should expect that they will eventually be made meat.  If you can’t accept that fact of life, stay home!”

“You…you…hope to eventually murder and eat each of us, Bill?” Sue asked with horror in her eyes.  “Even me…even Wanda?”

“Oh, I’m particularly looking forward to tasting Wanda’s fillet and/or tenderloin, Sue,” Bill replied with a broad grin on his face as he glanced at a red-faced buxom Avenger.  “At least, eventually.  Which is why I’m peeved when she chooses to risk her meat in other venues, such as foxhunts!  I’m in no hurry to lose your company girls, but I’ll collect your assets when the opportunity presents itself.  It won’t be murder, though, Sue.  Maybe execution, but not murder.  More likely it will be ceremony…as with Zatanna…or possibly just opportunity.  Sooner or later, you girls will win a lottery, or perhaps give into the siren call of Jessica’s ‘sacrifice’ inducing field, and get yourselves spitted.”

“Do you think us weak-willed cattle, then, Bill?” Sue replied with obvious disgust.  “I’ll never let some machine get me to volunteer for death.  I’m sure the other heroines won’t either!”

“Someday we’ll have to test that willpower, Susan,” Bill chuckled softly.  “We’ll make a bet!  However, that is for another day, as it looks like Zatanna has nearly finished taking her seat!” 

 

Zatanna Zatara moaned softly with hopeless disappointment, her truncated arms and legs held wide in a cruel mimic of the spread-eagled position that had began her ongoing impalement, as she felt her labia minora press against rubber.  Gravity’s work would soon be done, and a cruel machine would soon force a sharply pointed skewer up through her torso as her downward drop onto it ended.  Then she felt the domed tip of the egg-shaped spitting machine pressing firmly against her vulva and inner thighs, and heard a low whirring sound and felt a faint vibration below her.  She was now perched upon her death throne like an insect on a pin in some boy’s bug collection. 

The Justice Leaguer groaned as the burning agony in her abdomen increased yet again as the tip of the rising spit reached the top of her stomach.  The fact that she now knew the pain would subside to a more manageable level once the organ’s wall was punctured and the hole stretched to the full circumference of the spit didn’t help.  The knowledge that her insides were being slowly ravaged by a steel spear was more than disconcerting, but knowing she would soon be slowly roasted while a roomful of people watched filled her soul with despair.  Zatanna’s mind was flooded with a sense of hopelessness, and she found herself praying that the skewer found her heart before her impalement ended.

Zatanna heard Jamie gasp in agony and surprise, and struggled to look at the blonde out of the corner of her eye.  The nullified papered girl was again flailing wildly with her amputated limbs as the spit tip rising inside her punctured yet another organ, while her husband watched on with obvious concern. Then the blonde suddenly relaxed, took a few slow, deep breaths, and announced.  “I’m pretty sure the spit has stopped rising, Charles.  I’m ready to fulfill my oldest dream.  I’m ready for live roasting!”  The Justice Leaguer was stunned as the blonde smiled with obvious satisfaction and pride.

“Soon, Jamie,” Charles replied softly as he nodded and smiled with all the encouragement he could muster, “but not just yet.  First they need to dress you and fill your abdomen with stuffing.  They’ll do that momentarily, when Zatanna is ready to join you. 

“MMOPH!  MOPH MUPH MEEPH!” Zatanna pleaded into her gag as she watched Jamie grin and nod, and courage fled from the heroine’s soul.  She hadn’t realized she would be eviscerated at the end of her impalement!  Terror filled her face as she felt the spit tip rising in her chest cavity.  Then she felt one last sharp pain near the base of her neck as her lower esophagus was punctured.  The raven-haired Justice Leaguer quaked in trepidation as she thrashed her foreshortened limbs around in the air—she was quite certain the skewer had missed her heart and lungs—the preferred fate of bleeding to death was not to be hers!

 

“Eh, Bill, can we skip the dressing, for Zatanna at least?” Oliver Queen asked softly with a frown on his face as he saw the horror filling the faces of his 21st Century tablemates.  “Can you just stick her in the oven without disemboweling her.  I’d rather not have her go through....”

“Don’t be disgusting, Queen!” Bill Jennings hissed with obvious disdain.  “Her entrails would swell in the oven until her abdomen exploded, spraying blood and excrement everywhere.  Her meat would be wasted!  That would be criminal!”

“Easy, Bill,” Wanda whispered softly, “there isn’t any need to get angry.  I’m sure Oliver doesn’t want to waste Zatanna’s meat…now that it’s too late to take her home with us.  He just doesn’t understand.  I think we might have told him about Aimee being live roasted during our first visit to Final Fantasy without having first being eviscerated, because Tammy wanted to Aimee to survive longer over the coals.  Also, Aneece hadn’t been dressed before she was taken away earlier tonight.”

“The pit attendants prepped Aneece after they finished what Carlson started with her tits!” Bill grunted back with his disapproval evident on his face.  “As for the tragic abuse of Aimee’s meat, live roasting with intact viscera can be managed out at the pits, Wanda, over open flames.  It still degrades the quality of some of the meat cuts, though!  In a closed oven….”

“Understood, Bill,” Oliver interjected hastily with embarrassment filling his face as he nodded to Cheryl leading the butcher, Candace, with a large knife and rubber gloves in her hands, and Kaori and Colleen, each carrying a large bowl, out of the kitchen and onto the dance floor, “but it might be best to dress the sows in the kitchen rather than on the dance floor.  One of your tablemates just might puke all over you if you gut their friend right in front of them!”

“Fine, Oliver,” Bill Jennings shot back with a stern glare, “I’ll do as you ask and try to make it look like I’m doing Charles a favor instead of pandering to some sissy country boy.  However, you better prove that Chula device of Pym’s re-grew your gonads if you actually decide to stick a pair of my waitresses on Jessica’s.  My girls are going to want their meat treated with respect!”  As he finished glowering at the crushed looking bearded hero, the owner of Final Fantasy quickly stood and rushed onto the dance floor.

“Listen, Oliver,” Wanda said softly as she watched Bill give Cheryl her new instructions, “I realize you are probably feeling like a fallen hero right now.  Don’t!  As I said before, Bill manipulated you into a position where you had no choice but to either sacrifice Zatanna or risk all our lives.”

Wanda shrugged her shoulders and continued in a quivering voice as she glanced around the table, “Now, I’m going to admit something to you all.  As you know, one aspect of my mutant power to change the natural course of events, is the ability to sometimes see important events in my personal future in my mind’s eye.  Sometimes these future events are malleable, and sometimes what I see is a fixed point in time…an immutable event…an unchangeable outcome.”

“Well, now for a difficult revelation,” the Scarlet Witch announced with downcast eyes as Bill Jennings began explaining the change of plans to Charles.  “I’ve known that Zatanna would not be participating in our future adventures in this time zone for days now…the reason for this an event of the malleable nature…until we got into the time-ship at Avengers’ mansion.  What I saw in my mind’s eye then became a fixed point in time.  I knew we would be entered into the lottery, though not how, and I knew Zatanna would be one of the winners and end up spitted…although I expected it to be on Jessica’s back.  Oliver…that was a fixed event…Zatanna would have been spitted even if it had been someone else collecting the lottery winners’ assets.  Nothing any of us did from the moment we entered the time-ship could have changed what has happened.  If you are a fallen hero, it is because fate deemed you must be so.  I suggest we all get over what’s happened and carry on with our evening…just as we always have done.”

“That’s cold, Wanda!” Sue Richards hissed with a mixture of surprise, anger, and disgust in her voice.  “Will you just carry on with your evening when you get Janet and me killed?  You should have tried to save Zatanna!  You should have made us go back home without exiting the time-ship!  How do you know you can’t change your visions?  Janet said one of your first visions was of Captain America debreasting you with a guillotine.  That never happened!  How do you know Zatanna was truly doomed?”

  “That was the first vision that Janet is aware of, Sue,” Wanda replied softly while looking crestfallen, “not my first glimpse of my personal future.  I’ve had many visions of my future during my lifetime, and have done everything possible to avoid some of the events I saw.  It never worked for the fixed events.  With respect to my vision of Captain America, I know it wasn’t a fixed event.  Maybe something changed, and Captian America will never make me play the guillotine team-building exercise, maybe the winds of change changed direction ever so slightly and the Riddler replaced Cap and what I saw has happened, or maybe my respected leader is still going to do me that terrible deed.”

“Now,” Wanda whispered softly as she bent truth beyond the breaking point while she watched the head waitresses and kitchen staff carrying Jamie and Zatanna, spitting eggs and all, into the kitchen, Cheryl gathering up severed arms and legs, and Bill turning to return to the table, “although I’m quite certain we will suffer more losses as we try to right wrongs in this century, I know you and Janet will be with me to the end…or possible end, Sue.  You and Janet are alive and in the same condition you are now when I get loaded into that oven, as I saw in my mind’s eye at the end of our dairy day.  Additionally, although I can’t see past that event at this time, I know it is an event of the malleable nature.  Something we do between now and then may cause it to never happen.”

“Finally,” the Scarlet Witch concluded as Bill retook his seat, “it IS cold when I say we have to carry on with our lives despite Zatanna’s having been spitted.  Perhaps she’ll get free in the kitchen and use her magic to save herself, or perhaps we will be forced to watch her roast to death.  However, if it is the latter, there is nothing we can do about it!”

            “It will be the latter,” Bill Jennings interjected with a chuckle, “as I was careful to warn my crew not to let Zatanna lose the gag.  If it’s any consolation, I think she is now quite resigned to her fate.  By the way, Oliver, if it makes you feel any better, the worst of the pain is behind her.  The nervous system, for obvious reasons, gets most of its feedback from the surface of the body, not the interior.”

            “You’re saying getting eviscerated doesn’t hurt, Bill?” Janet asked with a scornful look on her face.  “Are you willing to give it a go, yourself?”

            “Oh course it hurts, Janet, although the horror of knowing what is being done to you is worse than the pain,” Bill replied as he glared sternly at the plucky heroine.  “What I meant was, the sensation isn’t going to bring Zatanna anywhere near as much physical pain as her debreasting did.  Now, watch what you say in the presence of men and the tone you say it in, or I’ll have your neck over the headman’s block despite Hank’s presence here.”

            “But, what about being burned to death, Bill?” Sue asked in a quivering voice as she watched Janet flinch at Bill’s threat.  “With all due respect, that has to be a horribly agonizing way to go!”

            “She’s going to be live roasted, Sue,” Bill Jennings replied tersely, “not burned to death.  The oven is going to feel like a sauna at the start, and she’ going to be auto-basted with cooking oil as the temperature slowly rises, which will protect the nerves terminating in her dermis and epidermis for as long as possible.  The heat will be continually slowly seeping into her meat, which is mostly muscle.  As her body temperature gradually rises to 350 degrees Fahrenheit, 177 degrees Centigrade, her mind will gradually give into heat exhaustion, heatstroke, and shock, before collapse of her circulatory system as blood flow in the cooking muscle is impaired.  Zatanna is likely to feel the physical agony you associate with burning for maybe ten minutes as her skin reddens and then begins to brown, before her nerves deaden.  With any luck, the girls will enjoy their live roasting for thirty to sixty minutes, seeing as their heads are out of the ovens allowing them to breathe cool air.  At the end of that period, they are likely to fall asleep before their life signs terminate.  Once again, knowing what is happening over such a extended length of time will be the worst part of roasting for a reluctant sow.  With any luck, Sue, you’ll get to give it a try yourself someday, and not be the reluctant sow you now are!”

            “Bill, I saw Cheryl carry the amputated limbs into the kitchen, after freeing them from the ropes and those wicked bracelets,” Hank Pym interjected before an appalled Sue could reply.  “Do they go into the ovens too?”

            “No, Hank,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle.  “They’ll be turned into stew meat, after the hands and feet are discarded, and sold to grocery stores or competing dairy owners, along with the sows’ livers.  We only cook premium cuts at Final Fantasy!”       

 

            Zatanna had felt grateful when Cheryl had released the collar around her neck and she realized her eminent evisceration was going to take place in the relative privacy of the kitchen.  She couldn’t stand the thought of her friends watching her get disemboweled.  They had already watched her have her breasts, clitoris, lower arms, and lower legs harvested for the entertainment of a 41st Century audience.  Once in the kitchen, the Justice League heroine had given into the hopelessness of her situation, and allowed herself to weep freely.  This seemed to make Cheryl, the head waitresses, and kitchen staff very uncomfortable. 

            “It’s okay, Zatanna,” Jamie had urged as they placed her spitting egg atop one of the pair of butcher tables while she watched Zatanna and her egg placed upon the other, “a million girls have done this before us, and I promise you that most of them actually enjoyed the heat soaking into their meat and the smell of their own roasting flesh.  This is what we were born and bred for!  Isn’t that right, Charles?”

            “Yes, darling, it is,” Charles replied softly as he flashed a smile of encouragement at his wife.  “Generations of breeding have gone into making sure you girls are nourishing and tasty.  Zatanna, it is obvious that you and your tablemates are somehow different from most people, and I can see that you don’t fancy being live roasted like Jamie and most of the girls we know do.  Still, don’t you think you should calm down and make the most of the situation at hand?  What comes next will be your last taste of life.  Enjoy the experience as much as possible.  Speaking of experiences, Jamie, it looks like it is time to make room for your stuffing!”

            Zatanna watched wide-eyed with tears streaming down her face as Candace placed the point of the large knife against Jamie’s belly just above her pubic mound, pressed inward, and then pulled the point upward until the resulting opening in the papered girl’s abdomen was just below her diaphragm, eliciting a long drawn-out gasp from the breastless blonde.  “That’s a good sow,” the tall, muscular black girl dressed in black Final Fantasy shorts and rubber gloves, and wearing preserved pale-skinned D-cup breasts that were hooked to her chest over ugly circular scars with brassiere like straps.  “That was the tough part, Miss Jamie.  First we put a big bowl in front of that spitting egg, and then I make room for some nice tasty stuffing.”

            The Justice Leaguer shivered as she watched Colleen place the large bowl she was carrying below Jamie’s belly and then step away. 

“We ready for this, Ruth?” Candace asked softly and calmly. 

            “Yep,” a plump redheaded cook wearing Final Fantasy shorts and a hairnet replied, “the stuffing injectors are full and I got two needles with heatproof thread ready for use.”  Zatanna thought the small breasted girl almost looked bored.  Except Candace, she was the only Final Fantasy employee not sporting turgid nipples.

            “Okay then, take a deep breath, and close your eyes if you want, Miss Jamie,” Candace said softly as she nodded to the breastless blonde atop the egg-shaped stand before her.  “This shouldn’t hurt too bad, but sometimes stuff gets stuck around the spit, and everything but the heart and lungs have got to go.”

            Zatanna watched Jamie nod, take a deep breath, and close her eyes.  Candace pulled the abdominal incision open, pushed her gloved right hand inside, then her left hand, and pulled back while Jamie groaned loudly.  The raven-haired heroine gasped and gagged as a soccer-ball-sized lump of intestines and other organs dropped down out of the incision and into to the bowl, making a wet plopping sound.  The Justice Leaguer saw both Cheryl and Charles frown, and guessed immediately that it was due to the red tinting of the viscera.  Candace grunted and quickly and deftly worked to pull organ remnants and connective tissue out of the cavity.  Then she nodded to Colleen, who lifted the bowl of organs, placed it on the floor, and slid it underneath the table.

            Without being asked, Cheryl held a spray bottle filled with water and a white cloth out to Candace, who took them and worked quickly to wash and then wipe the inside of the cavity down.  The butcher then tossed the wet red cloth into the viscera bowl under the table, traded the spray bottle to Cheryl for the flashlight she now held out, and then peered upward through the abdominal opening into Jamie’s ribcage.  Candace handed the flashlight back to Cheryl and pointed to the upper inside of Jamie’s right breast wound, before announcing, “You did real good, Miss Jamie.  You can open your eyes now if you want.  I’m going to sew you up while Ruth fills your tummy with stuffing.  I hear that feels real strange.”           

            Zatanna suddenly realized she was too fascinated to cry, as she watched the dark-skinned butcher begin nimbly using the needle and plastic-looking thread to close Jamie’s abdominal incision from the bottom up.  When the wound was half closed, Ruth inserted the nozzle of a container contraption that looked very much like a fire extinguisher into Jamie’s abdominal cavity and began spraying what the Justice Leaguer knew to be bread stuffing.  Soon, butcher and cook were working in practiced coordination up the incision until finally the nozzle was withdrawn and the incision fully closed without any visible leaks.

            “Well, darling wife, you are ready to live out your childhood fantasy,” Charles announced softly and calmly as Candace stepped in front of Zatanna.  “These fine Final Fantasy employees will have you in that nice warm turkey roaster as soon as Zatanna here has been made ready to join you.  It’s time for our last kiss, my love.  I think it is best that I watch your live roasting from the coaches’ table, rather than the one adjacent the dance floor.  While I’m sure you’re going to have the time of your life out there, I’m afraid watching it is going to be rough on me.  I love you, Jamie, with all my heart!”  Charles leaned forward and gave Jamie a passionate kiss, before rushing out of the kitchen.

            “Moph, Meeph Monph!” Zatanna pleaded and began crying again as she watched Candace retrieve the large knife and push the sharp point towards her lower belly.

            “Miss Zatanna, I’m sorry for teasing you out on the dance floor,” Cheryl said softly in her professionally polite tone.  “That was mean.  I really didn’t think your teammate would give into temptation and make you meat.  However, he did and you are, so please try to show me that you really are the brave heroine my boss speaks so highly of.  The girls I know make the most of a raw deal when they get one.  Speaking of raw deals, I’m not thrilled at the prospect of having my D-cups slowly hacked off my chest in a lineup with your friends under debreasting pendulum blades about a month from now, but I agreed to be their fourth if you couldn’t.  So I will, and I’ll take my pension without complaint.  Now, are you ready to demonstrate your legendary valor and accept the inevitable with decorum?”  Cheryl gave Zatanna a smile of encouragement as the 21st Century superheroine nodded with a look of embarrassment on her face.

            “That’s a good sow, Miss Zatanna,” Candace proclaimed softly as she pushed the point of the knife into the breastless raven-haired girl’s skin at the top of her pubic mound.  “I done this several dozens of times, and I am quite certain it don’t hurt much at all compared to being debreasted.”

            Zatanna felt the painful prick as the knife point was pushed through her skin and abdominal wall, and then held her breath through a burning sensation as she watched the butcher drag the knife hilt upwards until the knife point was just below her diaphragm.  The Justice Leaguer coughed into her gag as she watched Candace set the knife aside, and Kaori set the large bowl on the table in front of her spitting egg. 

Zatanna watched as the butcher reached forward with her left hand to pull her abdominal incision open, and then pushed her right hand before the opening.  “Like I told Miss Jamie, take a deep breath, and close your eyes if you want, Miss Zatanna,” Candace advised softly as she began pressing her hand into the Justice Leaguer’s abdomen.  “This part don’t seem to hurt much either, but sometimes stuff gets stuck around the spit and I got to tug a bit to work it free without causing damage to the heart and lungs.  When that happens, it can be a bit disconcerting to the sow.”

Zatanna Zatara took a deep breath and nodded to the butcher.  She felt Candace’s right hand push deeper into her bowels, and then her left hand get pushed through the center of the long incision as well.  The raven-haired superheroine felt a tugging sensation, seemingly centered around her belly button, and a strange, unexplainable wrongness accompanied sharp tearing sensations.  The Justice Leaguer felt something catch and heard the butcher grunt as she worked to free something—probably intestines caught around the spit that shouldn’t be inside the heroine’s abdomen, but was. 

Suddenly the tugging sensation lessened and her abdomen began to burn and ache, and Zatanna gagged as she watched her own viscera drop downward into the large bowel with a loud plop and sloshing sound.  She looked down at intestines, large and small.  She saw the liver, two kidneys, a stomach, a uterus, and organs she really couldn’t identify.  The only thing that Zatanna Zatara could think as she realized she had just been eviscerated was, ‘Oh, God!  There’s hardly any blood!  I’m going to roast alive for a good long time!’

Zatanna felt Candace push her hands back into the near empty abdominal cavity, and deftly begin removing the remnants of organs and connective tissue.  A minute later, the butcher nodded to Kaori, and the Justice Leaguer watched the Oriental head waitress remove her precious organs from the table, set them on the floor, and slide them under the table, out of sight.  She brought her eyes back to Candace as she took the spray bottle and a clean white cloth from Cheryl.  Once again the raven-haired heroine’s abdominal incision was pulled open as water was sprayed inside her.  Then the butcher pushed the cloth in her right hand inside Zatanna’s abdomen, and began wiping the cavity, which wasn’t issuing much pain but felt very weird, clean.  When the rag was pulled back out, it was pink and moist, but far from soaked.  Candace smiled with obvious satisfaction as she tossed the cloth into the viscera bowl. 

The Justice Leaguer watched numbly as Candace waved off the flashlight Cheryl held out, and took the needle and thread from Ruth.  “You did real good, Miss Zatanna.  I’m sure your friends would be real proud of you.  Now let’s sew you up and refill that empty feeling tummy with stuffing.  Like I told Jamie, it might feel a bit strange, but nothing compared to the sensation of being emptied.  Then you can show how brave you are one more time as we load you in the turkey roaster and let you start soaking up heat.  You’re going to be delicious!  I promise!”     

Zatanna again had tears streaming down her face as she nodded her acknowledgement that she was about to slowly die roasting in an oven, and watched Candace go to work with the needle and thread at the bottom of the incision.  Zatanna smiled with embarrassment as Cheryl used another clean white cloth to begin wiping the tears from her face.  Her eyes were dry again when Cheryl was done, and the nozzle began feeding stuffing into the bottom of her empty abdomen.  It did feel very weird as an unacceptable emptiness was replaced with a strange fullness, but soon it was done. 

“Get them out onto the dance floor, girls,” Cheryl commanded softly as she smiled encouragingly first at Jamie and then at Zatanna.  “Set them in front of their respective turkey roasters, and then I’ll come help you put them in, starting with Jamie.  I need to talk to Mr. Jennings for a second first.  Kaori and Colleen, after the meat is cooking, get the dance floor cleaned up and the equipment put away.”  Cheryl flashed another smile at Zatanna, and hurried out of the kitchen.

 

“The meat is on its way out, Sir,” Cheryl reported with a pleasant smile on her face as she stood at the edge of the dance floor across from Bill Jennings, who remained seated at the principal reserved table.  “Zatanna’s spitting worked out fine, and she seems to have accepted the fact that she is now meat.  Jamie, of course, is eager for her live roasting, but I’m afraid the spit nicked her right lung, and she’s bleeding enough that she won’t die from being roasted…at least not with the current oven settings.  She doesn’t know.  What do you want me to do, Sir?”

“Damn, that’s a shame!” Bill replied with obvious disappointment.  “I was wondering why Charles looked so shaken when he returned from the kitchen, and then abandoned his table and joined the coaches.  Jamie is so looking forward to being live roasted.  Reset the ovens to have the temperature increase one-and-a-half degrees every five seconds, once you hit the on button.  That means the meat will only have about fifteen minutes to enjoy the slowly warming glow before they reach the roasting temperature.  We can only hope Jamie lasts long enough to smell herself cooking.  Close the neck hole and place her head on the oven’s pike as soon as life signs cease.  Warn the kitchen that the four long pigs and two turkeys are pretty much going be ready for carving at the same time.”

“Yes, Sir, I’ll finish the turkey making process myself, as well as seeing to the roasting settings!” Cheryl replied with a pleasant smile, before turning to Wanda.  “I’m sure the rest of you folks are worried about Zatanna.  As I said, she seems to have accepted her fate.  She was very brave during her preparation for the oven, and actually watched her own evisceration.  Most girls close their eyes when their entrails are dropped into the viscera bowl.  I hope I can be as brave during that dairy day about a month from now, as I guess I’ll now be joining Miss Wanda, Miss Janet, and Miss Sue under debreasting pendulum blades.  The good news, Miss Wanda, is, I believe my earning my pension by letting myself be slowly debreasted gets us out of our trip to Club X.”

“Don’t count on it, Cheryl,” Wanda replied softly with a faraway look on her face, “as I’m pretty sure we will find a substitute superheroine whose up for being milked and then slowly debreasted for Bill’s daughter’s entertainment.  You and I will be playing death games right alongside X-girls the following Saturday night!”

“Ice hot!” Cheryl replied as her grin broadened.  “I guess I better go put the meat in the ovens.”  The blonde nightclub and dairy manager rushed across the dance floor.

“I’m sorry, Diana,” Bill said softly as he nodded to Wonder Woman, “but I’m afraid this means that relatively brief period of time when the live roasting is likely to cause Zatanna to be in agony will probably occur during your bouts with the university gymnasts.  I hope you don’t find it too distracting.  Your featured event will begin shortly.”

“It is good, friend Bill, that I will soon be given the joy of competition with breasts endangered!” Princess Diana of Themyscira chortled with a broad grin on her face.  Then she frowned as she stared out to Zatanna and asked, “Do the words you spoke to friend Cheryl mean you are capable of ending Jamie and Zatanna’s lives before they die from the heat?”

“Yes, Diana, the handles at the top corners of the ovens are used to pull a razor sharp bladed panels from one side of the neck hole to the other, completing the process of turning sows into turkeys and sealing the ovens,” Bill replied while chuckling softly.  “However, don’t even ask.  I’d need one hell of a good excuse to behead Zatanna before her life signs have been extinguished.  The very concept of live roasting means the meat is roasted to death.  Do I need to have the headman’s block and axe brought out to the dance floor in order to make sure none of you tourists does the unthinkable in this nightclub?”

“No, Bill,” Wanda replied softly with a knowing look on her face, “that won’t be necessary.  Diana…no…all of you…resist any temptations that might filter into your brains.  I can tell you with all certainty that, no matter what any of you do, Zatanna’s death will be due to the oven’s heat and cooked flesh.  This future is now a fixed event…the winds of change cannot be summoned.”  Dinah laughed nervously, and then Bill Jennings roared with laughter.

 

Zatanna Zatara had watched Cheryl pull open the front transparent door of Jamie’s turkey oven as the papered girl faced the audience atop her spitting egg on the dance floor before it.  She watched Kaori and Colleen, while standing on short stools, lift the roof of Jamie’s turkey oven, split down its center through the round hole at the top and hinged to the side walls, upwards while Candace and Ruth lifted and slid the debreasted blonde and her egg-shaped seat into the glowing chamber.  Then, after the ceiling had been lowered to close around Jamie’s head, she had watched Cheryl, standing on her own stool, rotate a handle atop the roof, before changing some settings on the roasting machine’s touchpad controls.  Then, as the buxom blonde manager touched another touchpad higher up on the front edge of the metal box, Zatanna could hear a spraying sound that was no doubt the cooking oil, and watched as Jamie began to be rotated in a counterclockwise direction.

The Justice Leaguer gulped as the five 41st Century girls headed her way.  She shivered with trepidation as she felt the heat flow from the oven behind her as Cheryl opened the door to the cube she would soon be placed in.  Zatanna struggled to hold back a scream of terror as she heard the roof halves lifted behind her by the head waitresses, and she and the seat she was pinned to were lifted upwards and pushed backwards by the butcher and cook.  As the roof halves were lowered around her head, she saw the concern growing on her tablemate’s faces.  Oliver looked to be sick with guilt.  Then, as Cheryl pulled a handle on the roof to make it circle her head, causing a thin metal diaphragm to expand and tighten around her neck sealing the oven’s neck hole, she heard the Scarlet Witch’s whispered warning and pronouncement of her own fate.  She fought back tears as the man she had considered a friend burst into laughter.

Zatanna frowned into her ball gag as she watched Cheryl kneel before her turkey oven so that she could alter the settings.  The 21st Century magic wielding superheroine knew that Cheryl had switched the oven that surrounded her body from preheat to broil as soon as the Grade-A D-cupped blonde had stood—although the chamber was already uncomfortably hot, the raven-haired heroine could tell the temperature was slowly rising.  She could feel the hot glow of the heating elements covering the curved semi-circular back of the oven on her skin, and the heat seeping into her muscles, causing her, for now, to sweat profusely.  Then she watched Cheryl tap the other touchpad, and she felt cool liquid begin spraying her skin in the oven, and the room began to move around her as the circular platform her egg-stand rested on began to slowly spin.  While the liquid brought some relief from the heat, the spinning was a bit disconcerting.  However, most troubling of all, the sentient being known as Zatanna Zatara realized that her fate had been sealed—she was being roasted alive, and would soon be eaten!

 

“What?” Dinah asked in a hushed voice with a reddening face as her 21st Century friends stared at her with reproach in their eyes.  “I wasn’t laughing at Zatanna’s predicament.  I was laughing at Wanda!  She must take you and Janet for fools, Sue.  She said her second sight, or precognition if you will, is part of her mutant powers.  We’re in a city with a metahuman power suppression field, aren’t we?  No Canary Cry, no invisibility, no shrinking, and no super strength!  I think she just wants you girls to keep coming on her girls’ nights out.  Diana, if you have some idea as to how to help things go better for Zatanna, I’d say go for it!”

“Dinah, Sue and I aren’t with Wanda because we think we’ll be safe with her,” Janet whispered softly.  “Quite to the contrary, for me at least, it is the erotic danger that keeps me coming back.  However, I do trust Wanda and believe in her visions.”

“I believe Wanda speaks the truth as well, Dinah,” Sue added softly, “although she failed to mention that, if her seeing us with her until the day she’s loaded into some oven is a ‘malleable’ event, then it says nothing at all about the way our futures will unfold.  As with Zatanna’s future at the start of the evening, malleable events become fixed events all too quickly!  Wanda needs our help, I don’t mind taking the sexually sordid risks, and I want to help her help womankind in this century.  That’s why I’ll continue to come here!”

“Yeah, well, I think you girls should shut the fuck up about your intentions,” Hank Pym hissed with uncharacteristic vehemence.  “Even in…the country…the high muckety-mucks would have already fingered you big-titted bimbos as troublemakers.  Besides, if you like…city life…so damned much, why would you want to change it?  I’ll tell you what I think!  The three of you are still running free because you keep bringing these people…no offense, Bill…what they value most…meat.  They’re leaving you alone so you can keep donating your ta tas…and your superheroine friends…Firebird, Ice, Fire, and now Zatanna!  You girls are…!”

“Speaking of both meat and Zatanna,” Bill interrupted with a chuckle, “here comes Kaori with sandwiches made from her skinless breast meat.  Before she gets here, I just want to say I agree almost completely with what Hank said.  Very impressive, Doctor Pym!  While I wouldn’t mind seeing girls getting treated a bit more fairly, I would fight any serious threat to end their role as livestock.  I like meat, and, frankly, I openly asked Wanda to keep bringing her very special friends to Final Fantasy so that they could play my debreasting booth games and add to my profit margin.  If some of those girls manage to win my lotteries, well, that’s one bonus, and sharing those girls’ pain from the inside of my debreasting booths is another.  Now, in view of what I just said, I suggest you girls follow Hank’s advice and keep your plans to yourselves.”

“Spoken like an honest man, Bill,” Oliver announced with a chuckle as Kaori began distributing the sandwiches.  “Now might be a good time to change the subject, so I have a question that is directly related to the matter-at-hand.  How can you possible expect Zatanna and Jamie and the long pigs over the coals on the patio to be done roasting in less than an hour-and-a-half?  I’ve gone to…I mean…I’ve read about barbecues at the ancient boar hunting camps.  Zatanna weighs…weighed…over 130 pounds.  Dressed weight of a pig is 67 to 75 percent of live weight, but given that a girl, like the ancient lambs, lacks heavy muscles, let’s say dressed weight is 50 percent.  That means you have 65 pounds of Zatanna in that oven.  The standard rule of thumb in the ancient days for pig roasts was an hour for every ten pounds.  Over a roasting pit, it should take at least six-and-a-half hours before Zatanna will be ready for carving.  How can your oven be four or five times more efficient, not to mention your barbecue pits?”

“Again, I’m impressed, this time with you, Oliver,” Bill replied with a chuckle as he watched Kaori slow the pace of her distribution of sandwiches and surreptitiously listen to the conversation.  “That’s still the rule of thumb that would hold for some unlucky girl used for a backyard barbecue party or caught in one of those illegal foxhunts.” 

“Luckily for you, high-end establishments like Final Fantasy have the most effective trivection technology available,” Bill continued, beaming with pride, “both for the ovens and the barbecue pits, and time-tested roasting techniques.  It’s important that roasting starts out gradually, not just to let the sow enjoy the coals for as long as possible, but to prevent the surface of the meat from becoming hard and preventing the heat from penetrating deep into the muscle.  Radiant heat and convection are the principal methods of heat transfer while the meat is live roasting.  Once life signs are lost, microwave technology kicks in as well…force shields contain the microwaves around the meat out at the pits.  Hell, if necessary electrical currents can be run up the spits.”

“What’s more, the entire roasting process is controlled by computers monitoring life signs and 3D maps of tissue temperature,” Bill announced as he winked at Kaori.  “That way the live roaster is kept alive, enjoying her horizontal pole dance for as long as possible as she soaks up the heat, and then quickly brought to an even medium rare through and through once the life signs are undetectable.  It’s lucky for you boys that we’ve made some improvements over the years.  Unless of course you’re going to pass on those fresh fillets you’ve been assessing for most of the night.  As it is, your dinner is going to be pretty late in the evening.  It’s a good thing Kaori brought you those sandwiches, no?” 

“Yes, Kaori, thank you!” Wanda said softly as she wondered if she should tell Bill about her visions of him in her mind’s eye.  She decided it was best to let the future unfold for him without expectations.

“Yeah, thanks, Kaori,” Hank added as he smiled up at the nude Oriental girl.  “It is getting late, Bill, but as I understand it, all of the roasting pits are currently occupied, and Ollie and I will have to wait to put our dinner over the coals.  Although we haven’t seen all the waitresses yet, I think we both probably already know our preferences when it comes to fresh fillets.”  Hank’s grin broadened as Oliver Queen smiled and nodded with a twinkle in his green eyes.  “We’d like to buy now and spit later!  Are customers allowed to do that?”

“Any business man who passed on taking money before services are delivered would be a fool, Hank,” Bill Jennings replied with a broad grin on his face.  “Unfortunately, I have only two fresh fillets on the market at the moment.  Still, I think they are two of the best meat cuts to be found anywhere at any time.  Shall I have Kaori fetch Colleen and the sold stamp?”

“Yes, Bill, you should have Kaori do just that,” Oliver replied as Hank grinned his silly grin at an obviously proud Oriental girl.  “Kaori can tell Colleen that I’m definitely in the mood for Irish food!”

“Off you go, Kaori,” Bill ordered softly with a grin on his face and laughter in his eyes.  “Colleen should be back from delivering sandwiches made from Jamie’s meat to Charles in a minute or two.  Then the two of you can come back, and we’ll take you off the market.  Once we’ve done that, go ahead and call your father with the good news.  However, just remember we still have halftime events to get ready for and run!  Oh, and let Carol and Maura know they will need to be ready to start their potential menu-item shifts early.  They go on the market for a rather extended length of time as soon I’ve transferred the funds from these boys’ accounts.”  Bill Jennings chuckled as Kaori grinned and hurried away, and then asked, “So, how are the sandwiches?  Is Zatanna’s breast bacon as magical as I remember?”

“Actually, Bill, none of us have taken a bite yet,” Dinah replied with a giggle.  “I’m not sure any of us have the gumption to eat her while she’s watching.  Actually, I think I’d like to go over and tell her…well…I guess…goodbye.  Darn, this is kind of awkward, isn’t it?”

“Losing comrade-in-arms to public executions always is, friend Dinah,” Diana replied with a thoughtful look on her face, and then stood.  “Come, saying goodbye to our teammate is an excellent idea.  I will ask her directly how she feels about our partaking of her breast bacon, and something else as well.”  Dinah smiled a nervous smile, and hurried after the breathtakingly beautiful Amazon.

 

Tears again welled in Zatanna Zatara’s eyes as she realized her friends weren’t going to ignore her as she died after all.  Fortunately the tears were masked with the perspiration that poured from her brow as she writhed in the brutal heat.  It was terribly uncomfortable, but most of the pain she felt was still from her chest wounds.  Wonder Woman stepped in front of her first, and smiled a look of encouragement up at her, and then a nervous looking Black Canary stepped beside the Amazon.

“This day has become disaster, friend Zatanna,” Wonder Woman acknowledged softly as she looked up with pride into the eyes of her brutalized teammate after she had revolved back to face her.  “Are you at peace with the Gods, my honored sister?”

Zatanna knew this was the Amazon’s way of asking if she was reconciled with her fate. She held her right arm stump forward and brought it against her belly before nodding.  She hoped her teammates understood that this was her way of saying that too much had been lost to hope for anything more than the peace death would bring.

“You have made the Justice League most proud as you accepted righteous forfeiture and unjust sacrifice with equal courage, friend Zatanna,” Wonder Woman proclaimed as the pride on her face beamed brighter, after waiting for yet another revolution to be completed.  “’Twill never be known if the Green Arrow betrayed you, or if Oliver’s finger slipped as he tried to win an unwinnable argument with Bill Jennings.  However, we are where we are in either case.  Does your flesh burn from the heat?”

Zatanna shrugged and then winked at the Black Canary to let her friends know that she held Bill Jennings responsible for her death, as well as herself for giving into temptation and making one final trip to this nightmare time zone, and not Oliver Queen.  Then she shook her head to indicate that she was not yet in agony before she was twisted too far around.

Wonder Woman turned to the Black Canary and asked softly with concern-filled blue eyes, “Tell me, Black Canary, do you truly believe the Scarlet Witch cannot see the future as she claims?”

“Can you fly?” Dinah replied with a nervous giggle.  “I mean here and now.  She said it was a mutant power.  It can’t possibly be working within the metahuman power dampening energy field that is being emitted around this city.  Besides, don’t you think the situation warrants at least testing her claim that fixed events in her mind’s eye, which sounds like crock to me, can’t be changed?”

“Now, I must ask a difficult question, Zatanna Zatara, hero of the Justice League,” Diana, Princess of Themyscira, announced in a quivering voice after nodding to her blonde teammate.  “If the opportunity presented itself, would you want me to barter to foreshorten your pain by foreshortening your life, knowing that we cannot prevent you from becoming part of this sick society’s so-called food chain?”

Zatanna thought for a moment before nodding once as she once again faced her teammates.  She had no wish to enjoy the ‘glow of the coals on her meat’ any longer than necessary.

“Very well, my friend and teammate,” Wonder Woman replied as she saw the nod, “if the Gods smile upon me I will make it so.  One last matter must be settled, and we will leave you to face your fate in peace, honored sister.  Would you be dishonored if your tablemates share in the sandwiches made from your breasts, as we did with the Wasp’s?  Should we send the plates you seen just delivered to our table back to yon kitchen?”              

Zatanna waited until she revolved back around to face her friends, and did her best to smile sheepishly around the ball gag while shrugging her shoulders and then shaking her head.  It didn’t matter to her what happened to her breast bacon, especially seeing as the rest of her was about to end up in bellies as well.

“Very well, Zatanna of the Justice League,” Wonder Woman nodded and flashed her smile of encouragement, “fare thee well in the afterlife.  Come, Black Canary, we must leave our friend in the hands of the Gods.  May they look over her soul and nurture her spirit!”

“I’ll be right there, Diana,” Black Canary replied softly.  “I have a question, and a few short things to tell Zatanna first.  Go ahead and I’ll join you momentarily.”  Dinah grinned as Wonder Woman hurried away, and then, once Zatanna was facing her, quipped, “First the question, after thanking you for giving Oliver the benefit of the doubt, are you dizzy yet?” 

Zatanna burst into gagged laughter, which was joined by Dinah once the raven-haired heroine had nodded.  As disheartening as the situation was, the conversation had been ridiculous!

Dinah waited again for the magic wielding superheroine to be spun back to face her, and then chortled in a whisper, “Some advice!  Don’t let the heat put you to sleep too soon, Zatanna.  There’s a pretty good chance you’re going to see those monster melons of Princess big tits go splat on the floor!  Hell, with the seeds I’ve just planted, and that Jennings dude’s mastery of manipulation, you might even see the demigod get an even more appropriate comeuppance!  You wouldn’t want to miss the nullification of the great Wonder Bimbo, would you?”  Again, both heroines laughed as Zatanna nodded her head and grinned around her gag. 

“Take care, Zee!” Dinah urged after waiting for one last revolution.  “Save me a threesome when it’s my time to join you on the far side of those pearly gates. 

Zatanna Zatara chuckled as Dinah Lance turned and rushed away.

 

Dinah managed to take her seat just as Kaori and Colleen arrived at the principal reserved table, and chortled, “Golly, Ollie, your dinner date is right on time.  Just in case Diana hasn’t told you yet, boys and girls, Zatanna said it was okay to dig into the sandwiches.”

“Pipe down, Dinah,” Oliver Queen growled at his girlfriend while looking apologetically towards first Bill Jennings and then Colleen, “Diana already told us, and butt out of me and Hank’s transaction with Bill and these stunningly beautiful waitresses.  You go ahead first, Hank, while I admire Colleen and that scrumptious looking fillet she’s carrying.  I just wish I didn’t have to wait for a while before I get to start warming it up for the main event!”

“Yeah, I’m pretty eager to have sex with Kaori too Ollie,” Hank Pym admitted sheepishly as he grinned his silly grin at the lovely raven-haired oriental girl carrying perfect pinkish-brown tipped C-cups.  “I believe it’s called tenderizing the fillet followed by sharing the sow’s pain, or even giving the sow her last meal.  Okay, I’m being silly!  Where do I sign to seal the deal, you gorgeous girl?”

“You do not sign anything, Mr. Pym, Sir,” Kaori replied in a sing-song voice and then giggled nervously, as her already erect nipples became even more turgid.  “You just take this self-inked stamp, and press it label-up into my pubic mound.”  Kaori handed Hank the large stamp that had SOLD printed in bold letters along one side.  “When you do that, Carol will transfer the funds from your tab in the kitchen, and then pull off her shorts, making her fillet available for purchase.”  Kaori’s almond eyes flashed with laughter as she nodded to the pretty black girl sporting light-brownish-tipped slightly swooping D-cups who stood at the end of the food-ordering counter.

Hank grinned as Kaori spread her feet shoulder-length apart and crossed her hands behind her back.  He chuckled softly as he pushed the stamp over the Japanese girl’s hairless mons pubis, and announced, “Well it looks like at least two of us are excited about this purchase, Kaori.  Your pretty little clit is peeking out between the top of those lovely pink labial lips.  I think we are both going to enjoy ourselves later.”  Hank pressed the stamp firmly inward and then pulled it back to reveal “SOLD” in red letters over the head waitress’s vulva.  “Gee, I hope that’s food coloring and not ink!” Hank quipped as he handed the stamp to Oliver, and then watched a less-than-happy-looking Carol dump her black final fantasy shorts before rushing to the food ordering station.

“It’s water soluble, Hank,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle.  “We’ll have a wet rag for you at whichever Jessica you choose to use later.  Having second thoughts, Oliver?” Bill asked with a sly grin on his face as he nodded to the Grade-A blonde sporting slightly drooping, huge DD-cups now standing at the end of the kitchen counter.”

“Hell no!” Oliver spat with obvious excitement as he stared up into the riveting blue-eyed redhead’s lovely faced.  Colleen grinned and nodded downward as she spread her own legs and crossed her hands behind her back.  “I have a preference for redheads with perfect shaped D-cups and incredibly meaty fillets.  We’ve picked a perfect pair, Hank.  Colleen’s also sporting erect nipples and an engorged clitoris.  This is the smartest purchase I’ve ever made in my life!” Oliver Queen proclaimed as he pressed the stamp firmly into Colleen’s meaty pubic mound and then pulled it back to reveal the “SOLD”, proclamation.  “Now, you Irish wench, take care of my fillet for the next approximately one hour.  Then we’ll have some fun and earn your father that money for your sister’s dowry!”

“I will, Mr. Queen, Sir,” Colleen replied pleasantly as she nodded back to Maura, and watched the shivering blonde dump her black shorts while Carol took care of the tab.  “I really appreciate you helping out with my sister.  I guarantee you’ll enjoy yourself later, and then enjoy a really great fillet!”

“I’m sure both Oliver and Hank are going to be very satisfied, Colleen,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle.  “Now, you’ve both got duties to attend to.  Additionally, as head waitress, you need to go cheer up Maura.  That girl shouldn’t be working at a debreasting booth nightclub if she is afraid to earn a pension.  Those double D’s are like blood in the water for sharks if the customers see she’s afraid to lose them!”

“It’s just first night jitters, Mr. Jennings, Sir,” Colleen replied as she stared back to the frowning blonde.  “Watching Charlie and Darlene both earn their pensions shook her up a bit, but she’ll be okay once the customers start keeping the booths full again.”

“Very well, off you go then,” Bill replied and turned his attention to Diana as the two head waitresses hurried away.  “Now, Princess of Joust, are you ready to meet the girls’ gymnastics team and get that final combat game with breasts endangered underway?”  Bill grinned over at the Balance Beam Joust game combat area just as Cheryl had handed Tricia the small handheld 3-D bust mapping scanner.

“Indeed, friend Bill, I am,” Princess Diana of Themyscira announced as she followed Bill’s stare to the device Tricia held.  “However, as I see you still covet the royal orbs of Themyscira, I thought I might offer you a proposition that would guarantee your taking ownership of them!”

 

Zatanna Zatara’s head swam as she struggled to breath despite the intense heat around her.  Her body ached under the burning heat, and the Justice Leaguer knew that, in spite of the frequent re-coatings of cool cooking oil she was getting, soon the heat would begin to damage her skin and her nervous system would send the message to her brain that her flesh was cooking.  Then the burning ache would become searing pain followed by excruciating agony.  She looked at Jamie—the short-haired blonde was soaked with sweat and looked very tired, but she was still grinning like someone having the time of their life as she stared out into the nightclub.  As she revolved around to face her tablemates, the body language of both Wonder Woman and Bill Jennings told Zatanna the bartering to shorten her suffering had begun.

 

Chapter 31. Triumph or Tribute?

 

            “I covet every girl’s breast bacon, Princess,” Bill Jennings replied with a loud chuckle as he lifted the Zatanna sandwich from the plate before him, “because that is what is used to make these sandwiches, which bring me customers who spend good money on drinks to wash them down.  Breasts represent my profit margin!  Eat up folks, before these magical sandwiches get cold.  Meanwhile, as you are clearly aware that I hope to have ‘the royal orbs of Themyscira’ preserved and hanging from a trophy board, let’s hear your proposition, Princess.”

            “Weren’t you paying attention, Diana, there is noth….” Wanda Maximoff began with obvious angst written on her face.

            “That’s enough from you, Wanda,” Bill hissed over the Scarlet Witch’s warning.  “While I enjoy your company immensely, I’ll not have you interfering with my business propositions.  Furthermore, if you continue to claim that you can see the future, despite this city’s metahuman power dampening field, I may conclude that you are as much a threat to me as Zatanna and her magic was.  If that happens, I’ll have your pretty head stuffed and hanging from a trophy board right beside hers.  Do you think it was an accident that I had a gag ready and waiting for her to win my lottery?  Now, bite and chew, or I’ll see your neck given to the headman’s axe!”

            Wanda Maximoff opened her mouth to issue a terse retort.  Then, she reconsidered committing suicide.  Instead, she lifted the sandwich from her plate and took a healthy bite.  “Damn, I love Marge’s secret sauce on these sandwiches!” the Scarlet Witch proclaimed with a sheepish look on her face.  “Thanks for harvesting the meat, Oliver.  Zatanna’s breast bacon truly is magical.  Do give it a taste!”

            Bill Jennings chuckled loudly as Oliver nodded, and began munching on his sandwich.  He took a bite of his own sandwich, and spat, “Oh, yes, delicious!  You were about to say, Diana?”

            Princess Diana of Themyscira looked a bit unsure of herself as her tablemates began feeding their faces while sneaking surreptitious glances at her, as they waited with interest to hear how she planned to arrange for her own treasured breasts to be sent to Bill Jennings’s kitchen.  Wonder Woman steeled herself.  If Zatanna’s torment was to be foreshortened, the tribute had to be offered. 

“Friend Bill,” the Amazon warrior began with a quivering voice, “behead Zatanna forthwith to end her suffering, and, once I have won you the right to take the girls’ gymnastics team’s coach’s breasts as they dangle before a bend-over bar by besting her athletes in combat, I will fulfill my colleagues’ much proclaimed wishes and thrust the royal orbs of Themyscira through yon debreasting portals.  You may auction off the right for one of your nightclub patrons to harvest my tender flesh as your vile orgasmatron emitter forces climax upon me as I stand helpless in the debreasting booth.  Once my breasts have been sent to your kitchen to be skinned and converted to food to add to your profit margin, I will meekly autograph the metal plate for the trophy board my preserved breasts will hang from to forever record my shameful sacrifice!”

“Oh, hell yes!” Hank Pym chortled while wearing his persistent silly grin.  “I’ve died and gone to heaven!  Say yes, Bill!  I can’t wait to see those monster ta tas stuffed through holes in the wall, just waiting to be plucked off her chest!”

“Not so fast, Hank,” Bill Jennings replied calmly with laughter in his eyes, “while I admit the offer is attractive, I’m not sure it would justify breaking custom with respect to Zatanna and the turkey oven.  Besides, there is a good chance that at least one of the five girls on the gymnastics team will outlast Diana.  I just hope it’s after the Princess has toppled at least three of them first so that I can publically debreast Coach Landry.  What do you think, Oliver?”

“I think I’m in enough trouble as it is, Bill,” Oliver Queen replied hoarsely with a sheepish look on his face.  “While it’s no secret that I want to see all of these girls debreasted, I’ll not weigh in on Diana’s bartering…other than to say I’m not enjoying seeing Zatanna suffer.  What do you think, sweet cheeks?” the Green Arrow asked as he smiled at the Black Canary,

“I’m with Diana in wanting to help Zatanna, Ollie,” Dinah Lance replied as she tried to maintain her best poker face, “but Bill has a point.  He would be foolish to trade for something that might already be his.  I think you need to up the ante, Diana.  I mean, he seemed tempted to wager his penis glans for it earlier.  Surely he’ll say yes if he can share your pain while he collects his heroine trophies, like he did with Janet.”

“NO!” Princess Diana hissed forcefully as her blue eyes glared with anger.  “I will not have my femininity diminished while I am forced to climax as I’m soiled by man for the entertainment of all.  Please take the offered tribute for Zatanna’s quick death, friend Bill.  If you do not, even should I lose a bout on the balance beam, I will not autograph the plate for your trophy board.”

“If you end up in temporary breast suspension from razor wire loops, Princess,” Bill Jennings replied with practiced calmness and a stern look on his face, “you’ll scratch your nom de guerre into the trophy board’s nameplate afterwards, or I’ll give Dinah’s neck to the headman’s axe and say she bet on your victory.  Unless you’re willing to have yet another teammate’s head on a trophy board, I suggest you do as Dinah suggested and up the ante.”

“I will alter my proposal, friend Bill, but my debasement at your hands while being neutered in yon debreasting booth is not going to be part of the barter,” Wonder Woman replied in a raspy voice.  “End Zatanna’s misery when the third gymnast is toppled from the balance beam, and I will thrust the royal orbs of Themyscira through yon debreasting portals.  Additionally, I will agree to leave my debreasting options to be set by whichever patron you choose to be my debreastor, even if I succeed in toppling all five gymnasts.  Furthermore, I withdraw my threat of noncooperation to vouchsafe Dinah’s life.  Whether a barter is agreed to or not, if the orbs are lost, I will provide what you need to complete their shameful display.”

“Are you sure you know what you are saying, Diana?” Janet Van Dyne asked softly as she struggled to stifle a giggle.  “If you leave your debreasting options to be set by the kitchen-side player, you’re leaving your clitoris up for grabs.  I’ve tried that once, and ended up less girlish than I’d planned.”

“So be it, friend Janet,” Diana acknowledged with a frown on her face.  “However, if such tribute is stolen, my pain as it is paid will not be shared, nor my anus seeded!  Is such tribute not worth a break with custom and the foreshortening of Zatanna’s pain, friend Bill?”

“Almost, Princess,” Bill Jennings replied with a wry grin on his face, “but not quite.  If you’re not willing to share the pain of your sacrifice in one way, you’ll share it in another.  However, to sweeten the deal, I’ll throw you a carrot.  You won’t have to guarantee your own debreasting.  You can keep your royal breasts right where they are, if you topple and debreast all five gymnasts.  How does that sound?”

“It sounds like a barter nearly agreed upon, friend Bill,” Wonder Woman replied looking quite relieved.  “What are your terms, in the unlikely event that I myself am toppled from yon balance beam, and the royal orbs of Themyscira become yours to display after all, no doubt along with my treasured sexual center?”

“It’s quite simple, Diana,” Bill chortled gleefully with a grin on his face and victory in his eyes, “I’ll agree to have Cheryl make Zatanna’s head ready for a trophy board, ball gag and all.  I’ll have her do that the second the fifth set of gymnast’s breasts plops onto the floor.  If you win, you’re off the hook and you go home whole.” 

“However, if you get toppled from the balance beam and your magnificent breasts become mine,” Bill Jennings continued as he chuckled and rubbed his hands together, “once the razor wire loops have finally pinched them off of your chest, you have to agree to stand unfettered out there in front of my patrons, your legs spread wide and your back against the balance beam.  A small meat tray will be placed on the floor beneath your exposed vulva, and a portable orgasmatron emitter placed upon the tray.  Then, the patron of my choice will use a declitting tube to stretch your treasured sexual center out of its cavity, turn on the orgasmatron emitter, and use a pry bar and surgical scissors to extirpate my final wondrous trophy as you sigh in climax.  Be warned, that patron will be instructed to pry firmly to get all the trophy that can possibly be gotten, and I’ll not be saddened if you and Janet find that the severed ends of your sex lives are buried too deeply in your bodies for Hank’s miracle machine to restore your sex lives.”

“Then, and only then, if you lose, Diana, will Cheryl decapitate Zatanna,” Bill said softly as he prepared his coup de grace.  “Now, as your friend and teammate is in that turkey roaster, no doubt approaching that period of her roasting that will be most unpleasant, and as what I have described will take some time to be brought to fruition, what say you agree to my terms and we get on with your Balance Beam Joust game with the gymnasts.”

“Hera help me, you are a devilish cur, friend Bill,” Wonder Woman replied in a quivering voice with a frown on her face, “for you know that Amazon honor demands that I barter the jewels of my womanhood to save my sister from as much torture as I may.  Should I lose the royal orbs that declare my royal blood to my Amazon sisters, I will stand unfettered while my femininity is stolen from me, and make ready the trophy board so that you may display the evidence of my defeat and disgrace.  However, I humbly ask for a final boon.  Regardless of whether I win or lose, you must promise to never ever make trophies of heroines’ heads!”

“Yeah, I thought you might find that to be something of a gruesome outcome for a friend and teammate, Princess” Bill Jennings admitted with a sheepish grin on his face.  “Okay, I promise that I’ll stick to using only breasts and vulvas, or parts thereof, as heroine memorabilia.  Let’s get over to the Balance Beam Joust game combat zone, get that magnificent bust of yours mapped in hopes that I get lucky, and then get you belted up and ready for combat.  Whatever happens, this is going to be fun and entertaining for everyone!”

 

Zatanna moaned softly into her gag and squirmed in the intense heat of the turkey oven.  She looked across to Jamie.  The papered girl was pale, and obviously struggling to stay awake—Jamie was no doubt near death from blood loss.  Zatanna’s skin felt as if it were catching fire, like the day after a bad sunburn while standing again in suffocating heat, and, although she couldn’t see into either oven, she knew that both girls were pink and growing red despite the constant basting with cool oil.  Worse, she could smell something cooking, and she knew it was herself.  At least Jamie had lived long enough to get that fantasy fulfilled. 

For Zatanna Zatara, the papered girl’s fantasy was a very real nightmare.  She had heard most of what had been whispered by her friends—she knew the fiery pain she was currently feeling would grow to hellish agony.  She knew Bill Jennings knew it too.  He was allowing Wonder Woman’s bout to be delayed by the bartering so that the Amazon would be fighting to preserve her massive boobs, and now her clitoris as well, at the very interval of time she herself, the reason for Diana’s bartering, would be in her greatest agony.  The manipulative bastard was going to use Zatanna herself as a distraction against Wonder Woman. 

Now, as she revolved around to once again face her friends chewing happily on sandwiches made from her breasts, and saw the nightclub owner and Amazon heading towards the balance beam, Zatanna couldn’t help but chuckle.  Despite her own ghastly ongoing fate, she hoped to see the prideful princess hang in mid-air, suspended by her gigantic jugs.  Zatanna wanted to see razor wire nooses cinch into and pull up through the smug superheroine’s ‘royal orbs’.   She wanted to hear the resounding double plop Wonder Woman’s huge 42DD’s would make when they landed nipples up on the floor.  And yes, Zatanna Zatara wanted to see the heir to the Amazon throne get her clitoris stretched and clipped out of her vulva!  She wanted all that and more.  Zatanna wanted to live!  The Justice Leaguer moaned as the fiery pain grew ever worse.  She would have to settle for trying to stay awake long enough to catch the conceited princess’s comeuppance between revolutions around the heating elements!

 

As she heard her teammate moan in pain, Wonder Woman turned and looked out across the dance floor with grave concern—a concern than might have lessened if she could have read Zatanna’s thoughts.  The Amazon noted the redness of her teammate’s skin, and urged with a hint of desperation in her voice, “Make haste with the preparations, friend Bill, or our barter will have been for naught.  The most painful part of Zatanna’s ending is nigh upon her!”

“I’ll do what I can, Diana, but regardless of your friend’s situation, you do understand that our bargain has been made and cannot be withdrawn, don’t you?” Bill Jennings asked as he stared sternly at the bodacious Amazon who stood facing him in the Bacon Risker box.

“My word has been given and by the laws of my people our barter cannot be broken, Bill Jennings,” Princess Diana of Themyscira spat vehemently back as the nightclub owner pushed the small handheld scanner he had taken from Tricia before her chest.  “I was asking you as a friend to do what is honorable.”

“As I said, I’ll do what I can to move things along,” Bill replied calmly with a friendly smile on his face.  “I’ll skip pretense and not map the busts of the gymnasts, who Cheryl is already on her way to fetch.  The nightclub patrons will be left in the dark as to why I’m scanning your magnificent bust.  Now, keep facing straight forward towards me with your shoulders level.  The three dimensional map of your bust that I’m making will ensure that, if you do have a misstep, the taxidermist I send your breast skins to will shape my memorabilia correctly.  You wouldn’t want what’s left of the most famous breasts in history to become pale imitations of themselves, would you…especially if you suddenly discover that Pym’s tissue regenerator has packed it in and quit working when you get back home…and my trophies are all that’s left of your breasts, forevermore?”

“You cannot intimidate me, friend Bill,” Wonder Woman proclaimed stoically with resolve in her eyes.  “Fear will never be a reason for my having been bested.  Only the strength, wits, courage, and skill of my opponents will end up providing you your trophies, and, have no doubt, I am better in all of those traits than any woman in this…city.”

“Yes, I know that, Diana,” Bill replied matter-of-factly as he finished his scanning, “which is why I bet Sally Landry a small fortune in fillets against her breasts that you would debreast at least three of her five gymnasts before one of them sends these big double D’s to my kitchen.  Of course, that was before I learned of your drinking game.  You aren’t still tipsy, are you?” 

            “I have the constitution of a horse, friend Bill,” Princess Diana replied tersely as she avoided answering the question directly.  “I thought you said you would get this affair started with due haste.  Are you not done having that machine memorize every aspect of my womanly orbs?”

            “Yes, I am done, Princess of Joust,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle, “and here is Cheryl with Sally and her girls.  You can get belted up, along with the two gymnasts Sally picks to be the first two Bacon Poachers, while I’m doing my Master of Ceremonies’ thing.” Bill turned and handed the scanner to Cheryl before turning back to Diana and adding, “That’s about all I can do to move things along…unless of course you want Cheryl to fetch three more sets of game apparel so that you won’t have to wait for the Bacon Poachers to get belted up after the gymnasts you debreast fall to the floor?  Think the offer over carefully, though.  It would give the gymnasts a better chance of wearing you down!”

            Wonder Woman twisted her head to look at the ever redder, slowly writhing Zatanna, before replying, “Make it so, friend Cheryl, and with much haste.  The reason for your haste, however, will not be to facilitate my bouts, but instead, to perform an unpleasant duty.  The one called Jamie has stopped moving, and there is a red light below her oven’s controls rather than the green one below Zatanna’s.  I’m guessing that means she has expired?”  As Cheryl nodded, and then rushed into the Game room, Princess Diana stripped off her red, white, and blue bikini bottoms and began putting on her wrist and ankle cuffs, thigh and upper arm straps, and waist and neck belts.  She noted with satisfaction that two of the gymnasts were also nude and belting up.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bill Jennings called out in his best Master of Ceremonies’ voice as he stood before the Bacon Risker’s box, “I’m pleased to announce the beginning of our penultimate special event to celebrate the Metropolitan University’s gymnastic teams’ incredible double tournament championship.  This time it’s going to be the final Balance Beam Joust game of the evening.”  Bill grinned as the audience roared with cheers and applause. 

            “Thank you, thank you, ladies and gentlemen,” Bill called out loudly over the applause as he grinned with satisfaction.  “I must admit I had my doubts about whether this game would be a good fit for Final Fantasy when it was suggested to me, but it has proven to be a most entertaining game with lots of good competition and even better breast suspension action.  Breast suspension action so far due to the great skill of the sole girl willing to take the Bacon Risker box tonight, Diana, Princess of Joust!  Diana has forced all eighteen would be Bacon Poachers who faced her so far tonight to surrender their own breast bacon to razor wire nooses following reluctant air dances.  Let’s hear it for Diana, Princess of Joust!” 

Bill Jennings smiled and held his right hand out towards Wonder Woman as the nightclub was filled with a cacophony of cheers, and his grin widened as he watched the Amazon bow causing her huge and perfect pinkish-brown-tipped DD-cups to dangle downward.  “There you see them, ladies and gentlemen,” Bill hollered loudly over the clamoring audience, “the bait that encouraged the eighteen girls from Metropolitan University’s Phi Gamma Phi sorority to provide us that athletic competition and pay the price for losing those dangerous jousts by sending their own breasts to the kitchen.  Let’s have a hand for those brave girls who did their best to provide, and on several occasions nearly succeeded in providing, you the pleasure of witnessing Diana’s breast suspension followed by the removal of those magnificent breasts by razor wire nooses. Let’s hear it for the eighteen brave jousters from Phi Gamma Phi, ladies and gentlemen!”

Again the crowd roared, and as Princess Diana of Themyscira straightened back up, there was no hiding her swollen, blood engorged nipples, as she remembered the erotic excitement she had felt as she debreasted the sorority girls.  “Yes, ladies and gentlemen,” Bill screamed over the deafening din with excitement filling his face, “there is the prize that Phi Gamma Phi sought to win!  However, when Diana, Princess of Joust’s superior skills became evident to the sorority, did those brave girls give up hope of seeing those massive melons pinched off of the Princess’s chest?  No!  They didn’t!  Instead the final six girls of Phi Gamma Phi surrendered their own breasts after requesting that Final Fantasy arrange for Diana to compete in the Joust game against those darlings of the balance beam, the Metropolitan University girls’ gymnastics team tournament champions.  Well, we have arranged just that, ladies and gentlemen, and as all can see from the headlights the Princess is suddenly sporting, she is very aroused by the prospect that trained gymnasts might just be able to pop those huge balloons she carries, after a good long period of breast suspension, naturally!”

Wonder Woman blushed badly and struggled against the overwhelming urge to cover her breast tips with her hands as the nightclub, led by Coach Taft, began chanting, “Plop plop! Plop plop! Plop plop!” over and over again while clapping hands and stamping feet.  The Amazon felt her nipples stiffen to become rock hard nubs, and felt her sex grow wet with sexual excitement.  Princess Diana’s embarrassment mounted as she felt her clitoris swell as it became engorged with blood, and she was left to wonder if she was enthralled with the prospect of debreasting the sports champions, or with the idea that she herself might soon be debreasted and then neutered!”

Bill grinned his broadest grin and bowed as the nightclub roared with cheers and applause, and then pointed to the group of girls gathered around the western Bacon Poacher box. “Here they are, ladies and gentlemen,” the nightclub owner screamed over the bedlam, “the Metropolitan University girls’ gymnastic team tournament champions and their Head Coach, Sally Landry.  These are the girls that are going to do their best to 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.

“YES!” Bill roared at the top of his lungs.  “YES, these girls are going to do their best to give you what you’ve been waiting for hours to see and hear, ladies and gentlemen.  Why will they be doing their best, Coach Landry?”

“Well, Mr. Jennings,” Coach Landry yelled out from her position beside the five nude gymnasts, three of them busily belting up with the equipment Cheryl had just given them, and then smiled as the room quieted, “they will be doing their best to force that huge breasted Bacon Risker into an involuntary air dance for four reasons.  One, they want to avoid their own air dances, and their resulting partial conversions to meat.  Two, they want to make you lose your bet that Dianna would best at least three of them before she air dances, forcing you to pay up and buy us all fillets.  Three, they want to let me win my bet that at least three of them would finish this event breasted, and prevent me from having to pay up and let you harvest my C-cups for this audience’s entertainment as I dangle them before a bend-over bar.  And, finally, we all want to see those mammoth DD-cups being strangled by razor-wire nooses as that cow dances on air until they pop off her chest and make that joyfully loud double plopping sound!” 

Wonder Woman blushed at the coach’s insult as the audience was filled with cheers and raucous laughter. She glanced to Zatanna who was still slowly writhing and moaning in pain, and whose skin was quite red and perhaps growing brown.  She glared at Bill Jennings hard enough to practically burn holes in the back of his head.  She needed the bout to begin so that she could end it and save her teammate from agony!

“Yes, I wish you and your gymnasts the best of luck, Sally,” Bill called out loudly as he turned and smiled at the blue-eyed brunette in her early thirties and her exposed slightly drooping, brownish-pink tipped C-cups, “because Diana and I are pretty sure that you’re going to surrender those pretty lumps of bacon off of your chest as you dangle them before a bend-over bar.  In fact, Diana wagered her sex life that she will send all five of your gymnasts into unwanted breast suspension.  If she fails to do so, she will let one of my patrons use my new invention, the declitting tube, to stretch her clitoris out of her vulva and then clip it off for the audience’s entertainment.” 

“Speaking of vulvas, Coach Landry,” Bill continued as he chuckled at the consternation on Wonder Woman’s face, “if you want to remain in the combat zone to coach your girls, you’ll have to do so nude.  Lose the gym shorts, Sally, but everyone remember to put your bottoms back on when you leave the combat zone, or you may end up getting your fillet purchased.” 

Bill Jennings chuckled at the head coach as she blushed badly while dropping her white gym shorts to reveal herself to be the only girl in the combat zone to be sporting pubic hair.  “Well, as I’ve been made aware that you entered yourself into my nightly lottery earlier, Sally,” Bill quipped gleefully as he nodded to the carefully trimmed heart-shaped patch of dark-brown hair, “I admire your confidence that you wouldn’t win and end up spit roasted.”

Bill smiled as Sally looked terribly embarrassed and the nightclub filled with laughter.  Then he called out with a frown on his face, “Well I think the time for humorous teasing is over with.  It’s time to give Charles Coulson one last round of applause for entering his wife, Jamie, into that lottery and adding her to the worldwide food chain.  I’m sorry the spit nicked Jamie’s lung, Charles, but I’m glad she got to enjoy her live roasting for as long as she did.  She expired moments ago.  I know you loved her very much, and only reluctantly did your civic duty.”  Bill watched his forlorn looking bearded friend try to smile back at him.  “Complete the turkey making, Cheryl,” Bill Jennings commanded as he pulled his eyes from Charles’s.”

 

Zatanna twisted her head to the left after hearing the nightclub owner’s words, and saw that Cheryl stood on a small stool in front Jamie’s turkey roaster while gripping what looked to be a knife handle, extending outward from the front top right corner of the oven horizontal to the floor, with her right hand.  The Justice Leaguers moans of agony were interrupted with a gasp of surprise as she watched Cheryl slam the handle to the left along a horizontal groove in the front surface of the oven just below the top of the roof.  Then the 21st Century superheroine gagged as she watched the 41st Century Grade-A blonde lift Jamie’s head off the top of metal, now sealing the oven’s neck hole, by Jamie’s short blonde hair, and carefully place the head on the pike protruding upward near the left corner of the oven’s roof. 

A head on a pike while the turkey her body had been converted into roasted to medium rare—that was what she, Zatanna Zatara of the Justice League, was soon going to become.  Zatanna moaned into her ball gag as she heard Bill Jennings proclaim, “I’m sorry about that folks, but at least you still have one live roaster out there to entertain you with her squirming.  Go ahead and introduce the tournament champions, Sally.”  Zatanna gasped and groaned as she revolved counterclockwise.  She was in excruciating agony and the smell of cooking meat, her own meat and Jamie’s, was all around her. 

As she revolved around and looked past her friends as they fed their faces, she could see Wonder Woman, halfway up the small folding ladder Tricia had placed against the balance beam, staring back at her browning body with horror-filled blue eyes.  Zatanna did her best to smile back at the girl who was risking so much to end the torturous misery she was struggling to suffer through.  Zatanna Zatara felt tired and nauseous, and her heart was pounding so loudly she worried it might soon burst.  She started to wonder if she shouldn’t hope that the pompous princess would succeed in rushing her head to the pike, rather than providing herself, the mistress of magic, with one last bit of entertainment by dangling in breast suspension before suffering debreasting and declitting.  As the mind-numbing agony flooded through body and soul, Zatanna hoped that, whatever was about to happen, happened soon!

 

Wonder Woman watched and listened with interest as she stood in the center of the four-inch-wide, sixteen-foot-long beam elevated four feet above the floor while Tricia, who had followed her up the step ladder, pulled the double-noosed debreasting module attached to the end of the center rope, which was hanging from the ceiling room-ward of the beam to ensure dismounted jousters suffered their breast suspension nearer the spectators, against the Amazon’s chest.  Then the blonde cinched the three-eighths-inch thick transparent plastic nooses, one breast at a time, into the bases of Diana’s huge mammaries, causing them to ball and to, almost immediately, redden.  Once the oldest of the three blonde sisters had Diana ready for her potential breast suspension followed by slow debreasting, and had handed the Amazon a jousting pole, she picked up, refolded, and replaced the ladder against the room’s wall.  Then she operated a wall switch to adjust the slack in Diana’s rope, so that she wouldn’t have far to fall, if she lost her footing, before the nooses took her weight.  Then she flipped another switch to start the timer high on the wall above the switch.

Seeing that the distraction of watching the huge breasted girl getting her moneymakers noosed had ended, Sally Landry stepped away from the athletes she had been whispering with, and called out loudly, “Ladies and gentlemen, it is my privilege to introduce my team, the gymnastics tournament champions, the Metropolitan University Dragons.  First up, team captain, Olivia Sommerset,” the Head Coach paused as the 5-foot-4-inch-tall blue-eyed blonde with shoulder length hair and perfect pinkish-tipped C-cups waved.  “Belinda Conroy!”  A 5-foot-2-inch-tall brown-eyed black girl sporting short curly black hair and slightly swooping brownish-tipped B-cups jumped excitedly and waved.  “Aya Atsuko!”  A 5-foot-5-inch-tall Oriental girl with long, shiny black hair, hazel eyes, and carrying perfect pinkish-brown tipped B-cups waved shyly while looking like a deer-in-headlights.  “Lorrie Aniston!” A 5-foot-tall short-haired green-eyed brunette with an impish face and slightly drooping pinkish-brown-tipped B-cups gave a beauty-queen wave to the crowd.  ”Fei Yen Wong!” A 4-foot-6-inch-tall almond-eyed Oriental girl with short black hair and swooping C-cups that looked huge on her compact frame bowed and smiled sheepishly. 

While the audience clapped politely through the introductions, Princess Diana surreptitiously scoped out the girls she would soon have combat with.  The Amazon’s sex grew moist and her thick nipples ever more turgid as she thought about how she might debreast the college gymnasts.  Diana thought she would especially enjoy seeing the Chinese girl’s disproportionally sized chest flattened after a period of hanging from the swooping udders.  She hoped Fei Yen would be paired with the team captain, presumably the most skilled gymnast, so that she could get both the weakest and most dangerous jousters out of the way first.

“Okay, girls,” Coach Landry called out as she smiled at the gymnasts and began to lay out her game plan, ignoring the fact that the Bacon Risker could hear every word, “Aya and Fei Yen will mount the beam first and start jousting as soon as Mr. Jennings gives the word.  Try to take advantage of your height differential as Diana attempts to change targeted girl.  Remember to be aggressive if your teammate’s feet are in the air while she’s doing hops or summersaults…if it’s the latter, remember there’s not much slack in those ropes, so jump high.  Olivia, take the Bacon Poacher’s box on Aya’s end while Lorrie backs up Fei Yen as we stick with the mismatch strategy.  Belinda, take whichever Bacon Poacher box empties first, and make that big titted bitch pay for any damage she does to us.  It’ll be front tuck mounts without the benefit of a springboard for you last three girls, if you get the chance to play the game.  Don’t wait to use the ladders.  As soon as your breasts are noosed, hit her with everything you’ve got.  We’re going to take advantage of numbers as well as skill.”

“Now, girls,” Coach Landry urged with a sheepish grin on her face as she slipped into motivational mode, “we’re not even going to pretend that you’re out their getting YOUR breasts noosed in razor wire loops to protect mine from being dangled in front of a bend-over bar.  Everyone in this nightclub knows that I’ll be taking a debreasting booth as soon as I’m done eating dinner…if at least three of you are still breasted at the end of this Balance Beam Joust game.  I know you’re going to do everything you can to win so that you and everyone else in this nightclub can watch the boys’ gymnastics team tournament champions Head Coach Taft lead a five-girl balloon popping party out to the kitchen side of those debreasting booths, with Cheerleading Coach Meridith Harikito and three of her cheerleaders joining me in the Game room.  If three or more of you lose your breasts, they keep their breasts!  Do you want that to happen?  No you don’t!  Do you want to, for the first time for most of you, have fillets for dinner?  Yes, we do!  What do you say, girls?”

Wonder Woman watched impatiently as more precious time was wasted with useless instructions, and then smiled with relief as the five gymnasts screamed, “Go Dragons!”  She grinned as the two oriental girls made their way up the ladders, followed by Tina and Jill, who busied themselves with cinching nooses into the bases of Aya and Fei Yen’s breasts until they too were wearing balls, or in the Chinese girl’s case, tear-shaped bullets, of flesh on their chests.  Then the three blonde sisters handed each of the jousters the six-foot-long jousting pole with blunt hooks at each end, which each girl world soon be using to hook cuff, strap, or belt rings to dismount their opponent(s), and then Tina and Jill moved to wall switches to adjust the slack in the gymnasts’ ceiling ropes. 

“Why thank you for announcing our final special event planned for this evening, Coach Landry,” Bill Jennings proclaimed with a chuckle as he took back control of the floor.  “I must admit, I have mixed feelings about that bend-over bar…if it comes to that.  I definitely want to see that five-girl balloon popping party.  Well, we’ll worry about the fifth girl later if you get the bend-over bar.  Back to the business at hand!  I guess I should point out the final difference between this jousting game and the previous ones.  There is no time limit!  Tricia started the clock so that Diana could keep track of the passing minutes.  The game goes on until the Bacon Poachers have stolen Diana, Princess of Joust’s, massive melons, or the Bacon Risker has sent all of the Bacon Poachers’ fruit to the floor.  Let me be clear about that last part, Coach Landry.  If one of your girl’s breast bacon hits the floor before Diana’s, even if they toppled her first, it counts as a loss against your team.  Alright, girls, play hard but play fair!”

Wonder Woman immediately began carefully sliding her feet towards the diminutive Chinese girl only to have both Oriental girls bounce into jousting range with two quick steps.  Both Bacon Hunters simultaneously thrust the ends of their jousting poles at the ankle cuff ring nearest them, forcing Diana to rapidly parry first Fei Yen’s pole as it probed towards her left ankle, and then Aya’s pole as it pushed ever so near to hooking her right ankle cuff’s outside ring.  Then the Amazon went for the kill as she tried to hook Fei Yen’s right neck belt ring.  The audience gasped and then applauded as the Chinese girl executed a perfect back flip, almost catching Wonder Woman’s face with her right foot as she somersaulted through the air, before making a perfect landing on the narrow beam.

Princess Diana didn’t have much time to appreciate the Chinese gymnast’s skill, for she felt the end of the Japanese gymnast’s jousting pole hook strike her right thigh just above its thigh strap.  Fortunately, it seemed the gymnasts had not spent much time practicing with the jousting equipment, possibly giving Wonder Woman another advantage in the dangerous duel.  Aya quickly hopped backwards as the large Amazon feinted towards her left outside arm strap ring, and then instead quickly swiped her pole towards Fei Yen who was in mid hop towards her.

“Hola!” hollered Diana as she hooked the Chinese gymnast’s debreasting module just above the point it split into the twin nooses, and yanked viciously, causing Fei Yen to yelp in surprise as the huge tear drops protruding from her chest bounced.  Wonder Woman considered using the hooked module to force the diminutive girl off of the beam, but Aya had again leaped within combat range, and was making a stab at her right waist belt ring.  The Amazon unhooked the debreasting module and parried at the last second.  Both gymnasts seemed aware of Fei Yen’s near disaster, and began fencing with the tall and fit Bacon Risker, trying to wear her down.

 

Zatanna Zatara was in agony as the duel continued.  Her entire body was bathed in fiery pain, and her heart was pounding as it struggled to force blood through her impaired circulatory system.  The young sorceress’s mind was drowning in the excruciating realization that she was being broiled alive.  She could smell herself cooking!  Zatanna knew that she had reached that most painful period of her ordeal, as she had heard Bill Jennings describe the live roasting process to her friends, as her skin browned and her near-body-surface nerves began to be destroyed. 

Despite her agony-ridden mind, Zatanna watched the battle on the balance beam with as much attention as she could manage between the dizzying rotations in the turkey oven.  Diana had nearly dismounted the smaller girl, but now seemed to be ineffective in her efforts against the gymnasts.  Every time she closed on one of the girls, that girl would leap backwards while the other skipped forwards.  This seemed to go on for numerous rotations before Zatanna finally moaned loudly in frustration into her ball gag.  She HAD to see the pompous Princess’s downfall before she died!

 

Wonder Woman heard the pain-filled moan as she deflected Fei Yen’s thrust at her left forward thigh strap ring, and quickly glanced over to the writhing Zatanna in the turkey roaster.  She couldn’t believe how brown her friend was.  She had to end the jousting match as quickly as possible.  She felt Aya hook her right waist belt ring, and realized her distracted attention was about to cost her dearly.  In a flash, the Amazon grabbed the end of Aya’s jousting poll with her left hand and unhooked herself just as the gymnast yanked back hard.  As the Japanese girl teetered on the brink of losing her balance, her Chinese teammate leaped forward.

Diana twisted and deflected Fei Yen’s umpteenth thrust at her outside ankle ring.  She heard the diminutive gymnast gasp in surprise, and glanced up to see the Chinese girl’s debreasting module’s plastic covering vaporizing.  Wonder Woman immediately took advantage of the Bacon Hunter’s distracted attention, and again hooked the razor wire of the now deadly debreasting module above the twin nooses.  The Amazon yanked hard, burying razor wire into the bases of Fei Yen’s tear-shaped balls of flesh.  “Hola!” Princess Diana of Themyscira yelled in victory as the Chinese girl began toppling towards the audience, and then gasped as the gymnast back flipped in mid air.  The leap wasn’t high enough, causing the rope to yank hard on the girl’s breast nooses, but Fei Yen landed on her feet on the balance beam.  The crowd roared their appreciation of the Chinese girl’s skill.

 

“Oh, that’s got to hurt!” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he realized the razor wire was now buried deeply into the Chinese gymnast’s breast tissue.  “She won’t get much air dance time once Diana finally forces her off the beam.”

“Yeah, look at those big ta tas un-ball back into swooping C-cups,” Hank chortled with his patented silly grin.  “Hell, I hope Diana hooks her debreasting module again.  One more yank, and maybe she can finish those monsters off without the girl dismounting from the beam!”

“Hey!” Dinah giggled softly after swallowing the food in her mouth.  “Just whose side are you guys on?  I thought you guys wanted to see all us girls debreasted…sorry Sue…including that stuck up Princess.  Oh! And Hank, that girl’s misshapen tits aren’t any bigger than mine.  She’s just little.”  Dinah Lance laughed as Hank Pym blushed badly, but still noticed the other girls at the table’s furtive glances towards Zatanna.

 

Wonder Woman quickly slid her feet towards the injured Chinese girl, intent on implementing the very same strategy Hank Pym had thought of.  With any luck, she would flatten Fei Yen’s chest where she stood, mesmerized by her wounds, and thus disqualify the girl from further combat.  Unfortunately, Aya read her plan and skipped up behind her.  Again the Japanese girl went for her right waist belt ring.  Diana managed to deflect the hook at the last second, and went for Aya’s forward neck belt ring. 

Despite having seen Fei Yen’s failed back flip, Aya jumped and kicked to implement the backwards summersault, narrowly avoiding getting her neck ring hooked.  Unfortunately, two things went wrong.  Firstly, her right foot caught the Amazon’s jousting pole, and, secondly, she initiated the maneuver while holding the end of her pole with her right hand, shifting her center of gravity.  The result was the addition of spin to the flip, and only the toes over her left foot came down on the beam.

“Hola!” Wonder Woman screamed in delight as the Japanese girl swung out towards the audience suspended by her breasts from the ceiling rope.  She watched the blue eyed blonde team captain execute a perfect front tuck mount, causing the girl’s perfect C-cups to bounce on her chest, and heard Coach Landry scream, “Make sure those poles are centered in your hands if you’re going to try any more of those fancy flips, girls!” 

Princess Diana grinned at Olivia as she stared at Aya kicking in mid air, and chortled, “’Twill be a minute or so before brave Aya’s plastic covering becomes vapor and her breasts begin dealing with cruel wire, and perhaps another before she and her breasts fall separately to the floor, freeing the rope to be attached to your debreasting module, young Olivia.  Witness well, team captain, the fate you yourself will soon face, while I finish off Fei Yen’s womanly orbs.”    

 

“Diana’s getting a bit bold, don’t you think, Wanda?” Janet asked jovially as she noted the joy on her husband’s face.  “I hadn’t pegged her as a rubbing-the-salt-in-the-wound type of girl.  Close your mouth darling, while you watch the pretty girl air dance.”

“You don’t consider her yelling ‘Hola’ every time she thinks she’s ruined another girl’s tits to be rubbing it in, Janet?” Dinah asked with a chuckle as she watched the hanging Japanese girl, and the tall Amazon fencing with the tiny Chinese girl.

“Diana has always been a bit boisterous, Janet,” Wanda replied, ignoring the ponytailed blonde.  “However, I think her current poor taste may be due to all that alcohol we’ve fed her.  If she pisses those gymnasts off, they’ll work doubly hard to see her dismounted.”

“I imagine they are working pretty darn hard to do that already, Wanda,” Dinah interjected, a bit peeved at being ignored.  “After all, they have to force the ‘Princess of Joust’ to air dance if they want to keep their own tits, don’t they?  What do you think, Sue?  You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“While the girls around here don’t seem to place the same value on staying whole as we are used too, Dinah, I’m sure you are right,” Sue replied softly with a frown on her face as she set down the remainder of her Zatanna sandwich.  “I’m sorry if I seem distant…I’m just worried about Zatanna.  She’s squirming quite badly now.  She must be in terrible pain.  I just wish Diana could finish the joust quickly, so that our friend can be put out of her misery.”

“I wish the same thing, Sue,” Hank Pym agreed with a chuckle as he peered unblinkingly at the terrified Japanese girl moaning and kicking in the air at the end of a rope, “although we probably disagree as to who we’d like to see as the winner of that quickly finished jou…!  Ah!  There goes the plastic covering up in smoke…Oh!  Damn!  Look at the razor wire make quick work of those B-cups as she sinks toward the floor.  I like this game!”

“Ya don’t say, good buddy,” Oliver Queen chided softly while his tablemates laughed over Aya’s gasps of horror and pain.  “I can probably rig you something up…once we get back home…and you can let Janet, here, entertain you nightly…maybe even Wan…. Listen for it!”  Two seconds later, a thump followed by a wet double plop rang through the nightclub, and the standing Japanese girl stared forlornly at her forfeited breasts.

 

Olivia watched impatiently as Tina drug the ceiling rope over to her, attached the fresh debreasting module, and cinched the nooses tightly into her perfect C-cups, one breast at a time, causing them to ball and redden, before handing her the jousting pole and adjusting the slack in her ceiling rope with the wall switch.  She had watched the razor wire she could see imbedded beneath the plastic of her nooses quickly turn Aya’s pretty B-cups to cold bacon, and was horrified at the prospect of that happening to her.  She had also watched Fei Yen and the tall raven-haired girl fencing.  The Bacon Risker was damn good.  While she hadn’t managed to hook her Chinese teammate’s rings, or her debreasting module again, she had managed several slashes into Fei Yen’s ceiling rope.  Her teammate’s stomach was coated with blood, and her swooping C-cups were visibly loose on her chest, likely still connected by only a core of breast meat.  Olivia was pretty sure that, if the Bacon Risker finished off Fei Yen, she would manage to dismount either herself or Lorrie.  That would mean Coach Landry would get a boring bend-over bar, and there wouldn’t be any fillets to reward herself and her teammates for their risks and, yet to be determined number of, sacrifices.  Olivia Sommerset was determined to make sure that didn’t happen!  Olivia rushed down the balance beam!

Wonder Woman heard the blonde skipping towards her, and quickly realized the fresh team captain was her more dangerous enemy.  She immediately slid away from Fei Yen and towards Olivia, and pushed her jousting pole towards the closing blonde.  As she jousted with the new gymnast, she sensed Fei Yen hop closer.  She was about to switch to a defensive stance when she realized the blonde had bent forward, leaving her neck belt vulnerable.  Diana immediately went for the girl’s left side ring, hooked it, and pushed towards the audience.  Too late, she realized the blonde had hooked her own right-side waist belt ring; her hand flashed down and back to try to unhook it as Olivia swung away from the beam.  Then she felt Fei Yen hook her left outside ankle ring and pull back, just as Olivia yanked her pole, pulling Diana towards her by the Amazon’s waist belt as the blonde gymnast moaned in breast suspension.    

“Hola and HOLA!” Wonder Woman hollered as she tumbled towards the suddenly hushed audience.  There was a brief moment when she felt like she was in control—flying like she could in the 21st Century—and then she took the short drop.  She watched the debreasting module snap taut, and knew the debreasting device’s plastic liner had been ruptured.  She groaned softly as her breasts connecting tissue took both her weight and momentum, and then smiled as she realized she hadn’t felt anything tear.  She grinned at the moaning and groaning Olivia and called out, “Well played, young one.  Your bold move has won the day.  Join me in bravely facing the loss of our womanly orbs, and, for me, much more.”  The audience roared with applause, cheering, and excited chatter!

 

“HOLY SHIT!” Hank Pym screamed with excitement and unbridled joy.  “I’ve died and gone to heaven!  We ARE going to get to hear those monster melons splat on the floor!”

“That’s right, Hank, my man,” Oliver Queen replied with a broad grin on his bearded face.  “Things are looking up.  It’s still halftime, and half the babes we brought with us will be breastless before it’s over.  I’m starting to think the price of getting here was worth it after all!”

“Golly, Ollie,” Dinah interjected with a giggle, “I think you forgot something important.  It’s still halftime, and half of your female tablemates will be breastless AND clitless before it’s over.  Damn, I’m going to miss out!”  Dinah popped the last of her sandwich in her mouth and washed it down with Lactic Blaster.

“Shouldn’t Diana be trying to grip the rope, Wanda?” Janet Van Dyne asked excitedly as she bounced on her chair while grinning out at Wonder Woman.  “Those nooses are really cinching into those massive purpled puppies.  Shouldn’t she be trying to prevent that…to keep her breasts on her chest as long as possible?”

“Yes, that is how I would react in Diana’s situation, Janet,” Wanda agreed softly as she fought the smile trying to form on her face.  Except for Zatanna, which could not have been helped, she felt the night was proceeding rather well.

“Maybe Diana is just accepting her fate, and wants to put it behind her,” Sue added in a hushed whisper, “or maybe she is actually trying to rush her debreasting, so that she can try to help Zatanna.  She might have decided the jousting match was taking too long, and let those girls hook her rings.  She probably took the blonde with her to make it look convincing!”

 

Zatanna groaned as she heard the sudden silence fill the nightclub, and then the double cries of ‘hola’ from her Amazon teammate.  She was facing Jamie’s turkey roaster, trying desperately to stay awake when that had happened.  The agony had dropped somewhat in intensity, as the nerves in her skin and muscle slowly ceased functioning.  Her heart was pounding arhythmically.  She knew she didn’t have much longer to endure her slow 41st Century execution.  However, she still wanted to know what was happening, especially when the roar of excitement replaced the hush.  If Wonder Woman was going to get her comeuppance she wanted to see it.  She heard Hank Pym’s excited scream.  Then she saw the tall and toned nude figure hanging limply with her arms at her sides over the combat zone by the massive balls of flesh that were, for the moment, breasts.  Zatanna grinned into her gag.  The Princess was going to surrender the ‘royal orbs of Themyscira’ to Final Fantasy’s kitchen after all, and Zatanna Zatara wanted to see it…even if it was the last thing she would ever do!   

 

Wonder Woman stared at her purpled breasts, and then at the plastic line that was cinched deep into their bases.  Through the transparent plastic, Diana could see the thin razor wire that cored the nooses, and she could also see the liquid bubbling around the wire as the reagent reacted with the plastic liner around it.  Bill Jennings had told her at the beginning of the evening that it took about ninety seconds for the inner reagent to dissolve the plastic liner separating it from the outer reagent, and that when the two liquids mixed the outer plastic covering of the two nooses would abruptly evaporate, leaving her massive breasts, the symbols of her Amazonian royalty, at the mercy of the thin razor wire! 

            Diana felt as if she had been hanging by her breasts forever, when Olivia suddenly shrieked in pain and terror.  The Amazon’s gaze left her own breasts to look at the blonde beside her.  Her debreasting module’s plastic covering was gone!  There was blood on the girl’s lower rib cage, though not as much as one might expect, and despite the gymnast’s desperate attempt to grip the greased rope above the debreasting module her body was slowly sinking towards the floor.  The cruel razor wire was slowly cinching into and being pulled up through the blonde’s perfect C-cups.

            Wonder Woman heard an obviously excited Janet Van Dyne yell out, “Grab the rope, Diana!  You need to keep your own breasts for as long as possible.  You can still win for Bill!  Remember how little breast meat is still keeping the Chinese girl’s puppies on her chest!”

Princess Diana of Themyscira instinctively reached up and firmly gripped the greased end of her own rope.  She nodded, realizing the spunky Avenger was right.  If there was any chance of saving face and winning triumph, although still losing her tribute to Bill Jennings, she had to take it.  She again examined the debreasting module and the nooses cinched tightly around her breasts.  Wonder Woman could see the razor wire was tight, separated from her flesh by only the plastic covering, and she could see liquid, but the outer skin was the only remaining plastic.  Suddenly, the plastic abruptly disappeared in a wispy cloud of vapor, and she felt the itches that quickly became pain as the nooses, now consisting of only the razor wire, immediately began closing, cutting into her massive Amazonian breasts.

Wonder Woman gripped the greased rope end with all of her might and pulled upward.  For a moment she actually felt the pulling on her breasts lessen.  Then she felt the texture of the coarse greased rope slowly sliding through her tightly clinched hands.  Diana could tell from the fiery pain slowly burning into the bases of her breasts that her efforts were only prolonging the inevitable.  Her body was slowly sinking toward the ground as the razor wire nooses slowly closed and pulled upward through her breast meat. 

Diana heard a scream of terror, agony, and loss issue from her beside her, followed by a gentle thump and a loud, wet, double plop.  She looked to her right.  Like Aya, Olivia had landed on her feet and was staring down at her severed breasts while the audience cheered and applauded.  Wonder Woman stared at the amputated breasts, watched Kaori pick them up and set them on a tray beside a set of severed B-cups, and gripped her rope end with all her might.

Wonder Woman groaned in frustration as she watched Colleen hand a grinning Bill Jennings a large silver tray, and then watched her new friend and fellow barterer set the tray on the floor beneath her.  She looked up from the silver landing pad to the breasts it was designed to catch.  The Amazon Princess moaned loudly in pain and frustration, and then blushed badly for having done so.  The royal orbs of Themyscira were being slowly stolen from her as she watched.  Soon the symbols of her royal blood would drop free from her chest, and if Pym’s alien machine failed to make them anew, she would forfeit her future throne.  No Amazon would accept a queen who had lost her breasts in battle! 

Princess Diana again pulled up on the greased rope as she gripped it with all of her might.  Again she felt the tension lesson, before she began sinking downward anew.  Wonder Woman could tell from the excruciating pain that the debreasting nooses were buried deep in the bases of her slowly unballing breasts, and would soon perform their intended function.  The Amazon laughed aloud and dropped her arms to her sides.  She had enjoyed her games with breasts endangered, and it was fitting that she had learned the danger was so very real.  Wonder Woman accepted the torturous pain of being debreasted as the razor wire slowly pulled through her remaining breast tissue, and, moments later, she abruptly dropped.  She accepted the agony of defeat as she landed lightly on her feet, and watched her stolen orbs land on the silver tray below her to the sound of a deafening double plop, and Janet Van Dyne’s excited holler, “POPPED!” 

As the nightclub was filled with a deafening din of cheers and applause, Princess Diana of Themyscira sheepishly smiled and then bowed.  Wonder Woman bent and picked up the tray with two massive, nipples up trophies on it, and meekly handed it to Bill Jennings.  “Friend Bill,” Wonder Woman said firmly and calmly, “here be the first of thy tribute that I might solicit the boon of ending Zatanna’s suffering.  Will thou make haste, and select someone to collect the rest of my promised tribute?” 

As Bill Jennings hurried to the featured reserved table still carrying his massive trophies, Wonder Woman turned to the balance beam she was to lean against as she made her final forfeiture.  Fei Yen was still perched upon it, with her coach and teammates standing behind her, including the two debreasted girls now wearing bandages provided by Kaori.  “Well done, warriors of the balance beam,” Diana called out with a smile on her face.  “You bested me fairly, though it looks as if I came within but an inch of winning Mr. Jennings’ bet with Coach Landry.  Will you watch me pay for betting against you up close, or enjoy your promised meals?”  Without saying a word, Fei Yen gave the debreasting module she still wore a hard yank, and watched her C-cups drop to the floor and grinned at the wet double plop.  The gymnasts and their coach, after putting on their bottoms and collecting another package of bandages, hurried away as Kaori rushed over to collect the fallen fruit.

 

Zatanna grinned around her ball gag as she watched the plastic covering of the Amazon’s debreasting module vaporize and Wonder Woman begin to slowly sink towards the floor, and then, more than several rotations later, watched Princess Diana and her massive breasts drop separately to the floor.  She smiled at the lucky timing; she could have been facing the other way at that crucial moment.  She grinned as Janet screamed “popped.”  Yes, pompous Princess’s huge balloons had been popped, and Zatanna Zatara had been privileged to watch the air rush out of them. 

Zatanna’s grin broadened as she struggled to stay awake.  She was dying, and she knew it, but at least the pain was all but gone.  Her heart was palpitating badly now, and every breath was a monumental effort.  She struggled with all her might to stay conscious.  She wouldn’t miss the Amazon’s final comeuppance—Zatanna desperately wanted to be alive long enough to watch Diana getting her sexual center stretched out of her royal vulva and then clipped off!

 

“Was that cool or what?” Hank Pym chortled gleefully as he watched Diana pick up the tray her severed breasts rested upon, and hand it to Bill Jennings.  “That was definitely the loudest plop plop of the night!”

“You bet it was, Hank!” Dinah Lance agreed jovially.  “Darn, now I want to harvest a big set of double D’s!  I can’t wait for the Game room to get opened back up!”

“Yeah, and I can’t wait to watch you go back into the Game room, sweet cheeks,” Oliver Queen interjected with a chuckle.  “While watching Diana get her massive chest flattened was fun as hell, I still want see you get your moneymakers wrecked.  Now, hush up, here comes Bill with his trophies.”

Dinah stuck out her tongue at her boyfriend and spat, “Don’t worry, I’m not carrying these C-cups back home with me, stud-o-mine, but you’re going to have to wait to watch me get them ruined.  I plan on being up three sets of breasts to one when I go home, not to mention two sets of boy parts!”

“Quite, Dinah!” Wanda hissed urgently.  “You’ll get us all killed if someone hears you.  Try to remember where and when we are!”

“That is some most sensible advice, Wanda,” Bill Jennings said softly with a broad grin on his face as he arrived to stand behind his empty chair, and held the tray of huge breast bacon lumps out for all to see.  “What you put these boys through earlier this evening is definitely taboo around these parts.  However, neutering girls is most definitely allowable.  Are you going to nullify Diana, or are you going to make me make Sue do the dirty deed?”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter as both Wanda and Sue blushed beet red, and Wanda struggled to form a response.  He looked forward to watching the Scarlet Witch extirpate Wonder Woman’s clitoris.

“Ah, Bill,” Oliver Queen interjected softly as he watched apprehension fill the big-breasted Avenger’s face, “while it might be fun to watch our field trip leader wreck Diana’s sex life, might I suggest giving someone else that pleasure?  Wanda, here, would likely go easy on my teammate, and not stretch the tender organ out to its fullest extent before lopping it off.”

“Sure, Oliver, I’m always open to suggestions,” Bill replied with a chuckle.  “Are you asking for the privilege for yourself?”

“And get every bone in my body broken when we get home?” Oliver whispered with a sheepish grin on his face.  “Well, it might be worth it, but no.  I was thinking it was time for you to mend fences with Tyler Roberts.  Let him finally get a chance to collect some superheroine memorabilia…for you.  I think he really wants to make his foolishness at Club X up to you, and prove that he can behave within the rules you laid out with respect to these girls.  What do you think?”

“Tyler has always been a good friend of mine, Oliver,” Bill Jennings replied with a thoughtful look on his face, “and I would like our present estrangement put behind us.  Tell you what, you go over and quietly make him the offer, reiterating that I want these girls’ assets to remain off limits to him otherwise, while I get Diana’s breasts to the kitchen.  We’ll have to wait a bit for the scrumptious sandwiches made from them to be delivered to our table, though.  I want Candace to be extra careful as she skins them.  They are going to look great on a trophy board!”

“They sure will, Bill,” Oliver agreed with a twinkle in his green eyes, “but might I suggest we wait a bit longer for our sandwiches.  You should place that tray on the floor beneath Diana’s widespread legs as Tyler collects your final trophy, Bill.  In truth, losing those breasts has hurt her more than losing her sex life will.  They represent her royal status.  Make her dwell on the fact that she is, at least for the moment, one of us commoners while she struggles to stave off climax and the clipping of her clit!”  Oliver Queen grinned as Bill Jennings roared with laughter.

 

Wonder Woman had blushed badly as she heard Bill Jennings roar with laughter, and glanced from the browned and weakly stirring form of Zatanna to see the grins on most of her tablemates’ faces.  In truth, she couldn’t hold her friends’ excitement at her debreasting and imminent declitting against them.  She had enjoyed Janet and Zatanna’s nullifications, and was sure she would enjoy watching the other three girls’ debreastings, especially the Scarlet Witch’s, if she was given the pleasure of doing so later in the evening, despite her own condition.

As Bill Jennings approached, Princess Diana had leaned back against the balance beam, pushed her arms behind it, and spread her legs wide.  Then she waited patiently, despite the searing pain from her chest wounds and the blood dribbling down her rib cage, while Bill carefully positioned the large tray, severed breasts forward where she could see them, between her legs.  She watched as Oliver had a whispered conversation with the tall lean man with dark brown hair and gleaming grey eyes; eyes that grew ever more excited as the conversation continued.  Then she watched as Kaori approached with the portable orgasmatron emitter, which Bill took and set upon the silver tray behind the orbs now lost to her.  She watched as the nightclub owner fiddled with the device, and knew the pleasure beam was being set to track the glans of her precious clitoris—a tender organ now sentenced to death.

Finally, Wonder Woman patiently watched and listened as the executioner, wearing a tan sports coat and dress pants and a light blue dress shirt, stepped before Bill Jennings and excitedly declared in a barely audible voice, “Bill, thanks a lot for giving me a second chance.  I’m really sorry for my behavior last week.”

“You just got carried away, Tyler,” Bill replied softly with a friendly grin on his face.  “That won’t happen again, right?”

“Nope, Bill, I’m done with collecting mementos, unless they are for you,” Tyler chortled softly.  “As I promised Oliver, I won’t even play the debreasting booth game with Wanda and her friends.  To tell the truth, the ex-President took me to the woodshed and gave me a good spanking last Monday for what I did at Club X, and for what I did here at Final Fantasy the week before.  I wasn’t aware of just how high up your influence goes, Bill.”

“I’m afraid that the influence is rather flowing in the other direction, Tyler,” Bill Jennings whispered sheepishly, hoping that Diana was more than a little confused by what was being said as he nodded to the tall raven-haired girl.  “Do you know who she is, and what you are to do to her?”

“Yeah,” Tyler Roberts acknowledged in a hushed voice with the widest of grins on his face as he nodded to the tray between Wonder Woman’s widespread legs, “I suspected that those wondrous breasts were the most famous boobs in history, Bill, because I was pretty sure I recognized the Princess’s face from the history files on the worldwide net.  I’m afraid that, when Oliver confirmed my suspicion, I asked if those of us in the know regarding Wanda and her friends could join Oliver’s table, Bill.  We’d like the chance to partake in the rare delicacy we’ve all heard about…after I collect your heroine memorabilia, naturally!”

“Sure, you and Andy, and Ted as well if he’s here, can push the other reserved table together with ours and have a sandwich made from Diana’s special breast bacon, Tyler,” Bill whispered softly as he nodded to the severed breasts while the Amazon Princess blushed badly, “and then rejoin the coaches when you’re done.  There’s plenty of breast meat to go around, isn’t there?  However, let’s make it clear.  You know about Pym’s alien device.  We speculated about its limitations two weeks ago.  I want you to get stretch every millimeter of clitoris possible out into open air, Tyler.  When you clip Diana’s sex life off, while she’s in mid orgasm, I want to know my heroine memorabilia will be unique forevermore.  I want to know that Diana’s clitoral shaft is buried so deep, Pym’s nanogene robots can never get to it to restore her clitoris.  I want Diana’s next climax to be her last.  Understood?  Do you know how to use this?”   

“Yes and yes, Bill,” Tyler Roberts proclaimed softly as he took the declitting tube, pry bar, and surgical scissors from the nightclub owner, and then leered at Wonder Woman as she stared passively at the terrible instruments.  “I read your online instruction manual, and saw the tricks you used on Janet.  I’ll stretch her good, and then steal her sex life while her royal highness is in the midst of the last orgasm she’ll ever have, Bill.  You can count on that!”

“Enough talk, Tyler Roberts,” Princess Diana of Themyscira hissed with anger.  “’Tis time for you to demonstrate your promised skill with those instruments of womanly torment.  Collect, forthwith, friend Bill’s final tribute so that our barter may be concluded.” 

Bill Jennings roared with laughter, and then turned to the chattering audience to announce, “Ladies and gentlemen, as I announced earlier, Diana, Princess of Joust, pledged to debreast all five gymnasts, and finish the final Balance Beam Joust game with her massive breasts still on her chest, or surrender her sex life for your entertainment.  As you can see, her wondrous breasts rest upon a tray between her widespread feet.  Therefore, Diana is eager to put her embarrassing defeat behind her, and is pleading with my friend, Tyler Roberts, to make quick work of using my new re-invention, the declitting tube, to stretch her clitoris out of its body cavity and ready it for extirpation.  Tyler will do just that, and end Diana’s sex life by clipping her clit while she’s bucking in climax.  Ladies and gentlemen, let’s hear it for Tyler Roberts, and Diana, soon to be Princess of Nullo’s!”  Bill hurried towards his seat at the table as the audience became raucous with cheering and applause.

Wonder Woman blushed beet red as she heard Bill Jennings insulting proclamation, and gripped the balance beam hard with her arms as Tyler Roberts knelt between her legs, just in front of the silver tray on which the pilfered royal orbs of Themyscira now rested.  Bill Jennings was a fool if he thought his taunts could put fear in her heart.  Even breastless, she was an Amazon Princess, and she would take her punishment with an Amazon’s courage!

 

Zatanna twisted her head as far to her left as she could, as she weakly moaned.  She had to try to see what was happening, even if she was so tired she desperately wanted to sleep, and her vision was difficult to focus.  The agony of live roasting was behind her, and the sorceress knew that meant she had little life left.  She felt slightly guilty for trying to steal one last bit of entertainment as she watched Wonder Woman’s neutering before she gave into darkness.  Just slightly!  She grinned as the pampered Princess came back into view as she spun counterclockwise in the turkey roaster, and watched Tyler Roberts lifting the declitting tube upwards.  Zatanna WOULD live to see her teammate’s comeuppance!

 

“Do you really desire for Diana’s sex life to be permanently crippled, Bill?” Sue asked softly with disapproval on her face as the nightclub owner retook his seat.  The Invisible Woman desperately wanted to understand how the man she liked so much could be so heartless.

“To be honest, Sue,” Bill Jennings whispered as he chuckled, “I could care less about what happens once you folks get home.  I’m just teasing…except when it comes to meat…hoping to make your girls’ nights out as memorable as possible.  Just imagining the loss might be permanent will make Diana cum harder over the pleasure beam emitter.  Damn, that girl’s got moxie.  Could any of the rest of you stand unrestrained while your clit was being rooted out of your vulva?”  Bill chuckled as he glanced from one reddened face to another, and then took a big bite of his barely touched Zatanna sandwich.  Dinah burst into laughter.

 

Wonder Woman glanced up from staring at the small opening at the end of the upward pointing six-inch-long, three-quarter-inch diameter, transparent tube that Tyler Roberts was slowly lifting towards her tender clitoris to smile out to Dinah, who was red-faced with embarrassment and covering her mouth with her right hand.  Diana knew the wild blonde well enough to know that she hadn’t been laughing at her, and returned her full attention to the sordid clitoridectomy tool. 

The Amazon shivered slightly as she felt the small hole in the center of the contractible and detachable metal diaphragm at the end of the tube pushed over her clitoral glans.  Leaning back as she was with her head bent forward, and being without breasts to get in the way of the view, Diana could see Tyler’s thumb on the red button that would activate the devious device.  She could also see, through the transparent tube wall, some of the many black, closely spaced, doughnut-like, sticky-rubber-covered contractible tori that would soon stretch her clitoral shaft.  When the stretching was fully done, the basal diaphragm would contract and hold her tender organ out of its cavity so that Tyler could behead it.  She knew all this because she had watched the insidious clitoridectomy machine used on Janet, albeit via a view screen, which meant she also knew she could accept her fate as bravely as Janet had.

“Are you ready to get neutered, Wondie?” Tyler Roberts asked chidingly as he stared past 21st Century superheroine’s chest wounds, still dribbling some blood, with his laughing grey eyes. 

“As you know me for who I am, Tyler Roberts,” Wonder Woman replied softly as she stared calmly into the 41st Century male’s grinning face with her own blue eyes, “you know I am ready for anything.  Do the duty you have been given forthwith.  I accept both minor pain and brutal injury to end the greater pain that a friend now endures!”

“As you wish, Princess,” Tyler chuckled softly, “I’ll do that duty with pleasure.  Let’s get rid of what remains of your girl parts ‘forthwith’!”  Tyler pulled back on the declitting tube’s red control button and grinned as he heard the soft whirring sound. 

Wonder Woman grunted softly as she felt a gentle pluck at the very tip of her clitoral glans, and then another, followed by yet another pluck.  “I thought you said you knew how to use yon device, Tyler Roberts,” Princess Diana spat with obvious irritation.  “I do not feel my sexual center stretching!”

Tyler blushed badly as he lowered the whirring tube and together he and Wonder Woman stared at the tori in the transparent tube doing their mechanical dance of contract, retract a short distance toward the back of the tube, hold, expand, push back to their original position, and then repeat the sequence, all carefully coordinated to stretch a girl’s clitoris out of its cavity so that it could be beheaded.  “The damn thing seems to be working correctly!” Tyler replied with obvious frustration.  Then he stared at the apex of Diana’s vulva and declared, “Oh!  Your clit’s not protruding out enough for the lower torus to grab onto.  Hell!  Just the thought of being declitted would have most girls’ glandes engorged with blood and volunteering for execution!”

“I am not most girls, Tyler Roberts,” Princess Diana replied haughtily.  “The thought of my own imminent defeminization does not arouse me!  Give me a few seconds and I will be ready for this execution you seek.” 

Tyler nodded and watched with fascination as Wonder Woman brought her right arm over the balance beam and began gently circling her clitoris with her forefinger.  After about ten seconds, Diana said in a hushed, quivering voice, “There, see if you can catch the glans with your declitting tube now.”

“As you wish, Princess,” Tyler Roberts replied as he watched the bold superheroine push her right arm over the back of the balance beam.  He pushed the declitting tube firmly over the somewhat larger glans, and heard the Amazon above him grunt as he felt the tube jerk slightly in his hand.  The small vibrations continued, but it was obvious that the glans was repeatedly slipping free of the lower torus.  “Well, Wondie,” Tyler chided softly, “you are obviously not into masturbating with all of these people watching either.  What say I get Wanda over here to tongue your clit until it’s properly swollen?”  As a strange needful look formed on the superheroine’s face, Tyler chortled, “That’s right!  Think of all the talented tongues that will never again be able to lick you to climax!”

Princess Diana grunted loudly in surprise as she felt the sudden compression around the base of her clitoral glans.  Then came an outward pull on the head of her trapped organ, followed by another tight squeeze around her swollen glans tip as the second torus sought to keep her clitoris from un-stretching.  Wonder Woman sighed softly, more in relief than in disappointment, as she felt the lower torus release the base of her clitoral glans, and then felt another squeeze lower on her clitoral shaft followed by another tug on her tender flesh.  Her declitting had finally begun, and soon Zatanna would be spared further agony! 

“Got the little bugger!” Tyler Roberts proclaimed gleefully as he watched the second torus open as the first torus pulled more of the clitoral shaft into the tube, and then close before pulling the glans up the tube so that the third torus could grab it.  “Your sex life is mine to take now, Princess!” 

Wonder Woman groaned softly as she felt the lower two tori release her shaft only to simultaneously grab flesh that had been deeper in her clitoral cavity.  Then the lower pair of tori both pulled outward while the third torus opened to accept new flesh, and then closed and fed her clitoral glans to the fourth lowest torus in the insidious tube.  Diana marveled at the strange sensation of having her sexual center stretched.  It didn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable, but she knew she would feel at least the latter as the stretching continued until her glans and most of her clitoral shaft, at least the shaft below the point where the tiny organ turned downward and split to form the crura, was trapped above the declitting tube’s basal diaphragm. 

 

Zatanna Zatara smiled weakly back at Wonder Woman as she watched her teammate flash a furtive glance towards her before returning her attention to her stretching clitoris.  The sorceress had been astounded when she saw the princess try to assist in her own declitting as she fingered herself to cause the glans of her clitoris to become engorged with blood.  Zatanna felt proud that Diana cared enough about her to barter to save her some pain.  Now she wondered if staying alive long enough to make the Amazon’s sacrifice mean something was more important than watching the prideful girl get brought down a peg.  Zatanna felt dreadfully tired, and not much else.  Her heart pounded very irregularly, and her breaths were infrequent and shallow.  She wondered how much longer she could stay conscious, regardless of what she wanted.

 

“Jeese, look at that little sucker worm into that tube!” Hank Pym chortled as he grinned from ear to ear while staring between Diana’s widespread legs.  “How much of the six-inch tube did you fill, Janet?” 

“Oh, I don’t know, darling,” Janet giggled jovially as she bounced on her chair, “I saw me on the screen just like you did.  I might have finished up being stretched to almost the two-thirds point.  What do you think, Bill?”

“I think I love you girls’ unique approaches to life,” Bill Jennings chortled softly before giving the question some thought.  “A four to one stretched versus un-stretched length ratio might be about right.  I got the other three-eighths inch, after un-stretching, with the pry bar.  I hope you meant it when you said you girls didn’t have girl-penis envy, Janet.  Diana is a much larger girl, and Tyler won’t have other things on his mind as he operates the declitting tube and then uses the pry bar.  I don’t think hoping for a two-inch trophy from her is too optimistic.  What do you think, Hank?  You’re the scientist.”

“I think I hope you are being overly optimistic, Bill,” Hank replied softly with a sudden look of concern on his face, “or Diana may end up screwed.  I’m worried enough about the ability of the nanogene robots to reach the severed end of Janet’s clitoral shaft!”

“In Janet’s case, you should have thought of that before you arranged to have her declitted, Hank,” Sue interjected softly with disapproval in her voice as she stole another furtive glance towards Zatanna, “and Janet should have thought twice before asking for the declitting tube to be her clitoridectomy tool.  In Diana’s case, she should have taken Wanda’s word that she is making a useless sacrifice.  Either, or even both, girls may end up with the severed ends of the delicate nerves that are a girl’s principal source of sexual stimulation buried deep within their body, possibly too deep, making sexual climax difficult or impossible to attain in the future.  That’s going to be especially hard on Diana, especially if she ever returns to living on Themyscira; all women…you’re not going to manage a ‘G-spot’ climax via cunnilingus!” 

 

Wonder Woman ignored the audience in front of her as she gave the rhythmic tugs that seemed to be reaching deeper and deeper into her clitoral cavity her full attention.  Below her, she could see the end of her clitoral glans in the tube Tyler held against the apex of her vulva, just past the red control button.  Diana found herself fascinated by the rhythmic dance of the ever moving tori, as she watched her most treasured flesh passed from one rubber diaphragm to the next down the tube, causing her clitoris to slowly worm out of its cavity into the thin transparent tube.  Diana began to feel discomfort at the apex of her vulva; discomfort that became distracting as the glans of her clitoris entered the final inch of tube.

“Looks like it’s time for me to get to work,” Tyler Roberts chortled jovially a few seconds later as the whirring sound abruptly ended, and the tori stalled in their rhythmic dance.  “How does it feel, Princess?”

“Uncomfortable,” Wonder Woman replied matter-of-factly as she smiled sheepishly down at the lean, dark-brown haired man below her, “as if my flesh is on the verge of tearing.  Yes…I know it’s not quite to that point…that your job is to get even more of my womanhood beyond the snipping point.  Get on with it, Tyler Roberts!”

Tyler reached up towards the small machine he held in his right hand with his left hand and chuckled, “We got Bill a lot of trophy already.  You’re a most wondrous girl, Diana.  However, you are right about my job.  Let’s start out by trying Bill’s trick.  Then I’ll try a few of my own.  I’d like to fill the entire six inches with stretched clit before I go to work with the pry bar.”  With his left hand palm down and his thumb over the nail of his middle finger, Tyler flicked the finger forward.  He grinned as the whirring resumed as he watched the tori in the tube make one more hold, release, push, squeeze, pull, hold cycle. 

Wonder Woman grunted softly as she felt the discomfort at the apex of her vulva increase, as her flesh was passed to the penultimate torus, and desperately urged,  “Again, Tyler Roberts, there is but one torus left!  Then we can get on with the diminishment of my femininity and the ending of my friend’s agony.”  She grunted again as she felt a second flick of the male’s finger, and then felt him shake the tube.  Her tender flesh felt on the verge of tearing, and Princess Diana found herself hoping it would.  Then she wouldn’t get forced climaxed before the chattering audience, and Zatanna would be beheaded to end her suffering.

“Don’t worry, Princess,” Tyler chuckled softly as he guessed what the breastless girl above him was thinking, “I’m a stubborn man with tricks of my own.  I’ll get you that last torus, without damaging your delicate organ…yet!”  Tyler pulled the pry bar out of his shirt pocket with his left hand and slipped it under the end of the declitting tube.  He pried slowly backwards, causing Wonder Woman to issue a slow, husky groan, jerked the pry bar out of the way, and pushed the tube firmly back over the superheroine’s vulva.  He chuckled as they both heard the whirring sound and watched the glans of Wonder Woman’s clitoris get passed to the final torus.

“I told you I was stubborn,” Tyler announced with obvious pride, “and I got you to almost completely fill the declitting tube.  Now it’s time to let you have your final cum, Wondie!  As you’re in a hurry, we’ll get that last bit started while your clitoris, above the declitting tube’s basal diaphragm, is still regaining its natural shape.”  He laughed while hearing Wonder Woman’s loudest grunt yet, after sliding the red button on the declitting tube into its third position. 

Princess Diana gritted her teeth as she felt the tube’s metal basal diaphragm disk contract tightly around her clitoral shaft, to prevent the stretched flesh being released from the sticky rubber-covered tori from escaping back into her body cavity, and watched as Tyler pulled the tube with its open tori away from her vulva.  He chuckled as he handed the tube to a nearby Kaori, and then hit the switch on the portable orgasmatron emitter between Wonder Woman’s widespread legs.  The Amazon gasped as the pleasure hit her immediately, and realized the climax inducer’s beam must have been set to full intensity.  Despite the strange sensation accompanying the slow un-deforming of her clitoris, she feared she might be forced to climax almost immediately.  Then she realized, while that might be embarrassing for herself, it would be a boon for Zatanna, and closed her eyes to concentrate on the sordid pleasure beams.

Again, Tyler Roberts read the Amazon’s intentions, and quickly hooked the split end of the J-shaped pry bar’s curved end under the basal diaphragm holding Wonder Woman’s clitoral shaft out of its cavity.  He carefully pulled back on the straight end of the J, causing Diana to moan softly in discomfort.  Tyler didn’t stop until the pry bar was pressing against labial lips.  “Well, that’s all the clitoris any man could ever hope to get, Princess!”  Tyler chortled gleefully as he slipped the surgical scissors, one blade on each side of stretched clitoral shaft, under the pry bar atop Diana’s clitoral hood.  “To be honest, I’m amazed you didn’t tear.  Now, while I’ve heard about how well girls of your ilk are able to fight forced climaxes, Wondie.  I’m betting it won’t be too long before I hear you sing your final song of orgasm, and I put an end to your sex life.”

“Do be quiet, Tyler Roberts,” Wonder Woman hissed softly as she fought against the fear that her organ was about to tear apart.  “I am trying to concentrate on the pleasure that insidious disk on the floor between my legs is beaming into my sex.  I am seeking climax, not fighting against it, though I know finding sexual pleasure will bring me pain and loss.”

 

“Well, the ride home might be a bit less chatty than the ride here was,” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he nodded to Diana’s un-deformed clitoris. “Judging from the inch-and-a-half of clit on the wrong side of that metal diaphragm, and the way that pry bar has been deployed, I think Bill is going to get his world record heroine trophy when it comes to the ones plucked out of vulvas.  Do, everyone, try not to let on that you’re worried about the endgame, when Diana gets back to the table!” 

“I agree with Oliver,” Wanda whispered softly after swallowing the last of her sandwich.  “Let’s not give Diana, or Janet, any additional reasons to worry about the future of their sex lives.  So far, we haven’t found any limitations with respect to the Chula device, so there may not be cause to worry, anyhow.  However, if you are still tempted to get yourself declitted, Dinah, or if you have secretly arranged for Bill to do with your girlfriend as he did with Janet, Oliver, I hope you have the good sense to have it done with the vacuum extraction tube or the debreasting booth’s declitting field!”  Dinah twisted her head and smiled at her boyfriend, before bursting into laughter. 

 

Wonder Woman opened her eyes and glanced to her table as she heard Dinah’s laughter.  The Amazon saw that the ponytailed blonde was staring at Oliver, not her.  She glanced at, Zatanna, now facing away from her—she was barely squirming her arm and leg stumps.  Princess Diana of Themyscira closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the insidious pleasure beams bathing her sex.  She HAD to accept climax soon, or the Scarlet Witch’s warning would be proven true! 

“Are you ready to climax, Princess?” Tyler Roberts asked with a chuckle and then chided, “You’re last climax ever?

“Close…so very close….” Diana replied softly as she teetered on the edge of the very ecstasy that might mean crushing disaster.  She concentrated hard on allowing her body to respond to the pleasure beams, and forcing her mind to lock out the creeping doubt that she might be making a fool of herself.

“Good, girl…girl for the moment,” Tyler whispered gleefully.  “Tell you what, Wondie.  As this will be your last, I’ll let you enjoy the glow of orgasm for ten seconds before I slowly close the scissor blades, and crown you Princess of Nullo’s!”  Tyler pushed the straight end of the J-shaped pry bar firmly into the folds of the 21st Century superheroine’s labia minora.

Diana groaned as she felt knuckles push into the folds of her sopping wet vulva, and felt the discomfort at its apex abruptly increase as her little organ reached the limits of its tensile strength.  Tyler was truly bent on giving her last climax ever.  Wonder Woman smiled as she surrendered herself to the throes of orgasm and issued a long, reverberating triple sigh of pleasure that rang through the suddenly silent nightclub.

 

Zatanna Zatara smile weakly around the ball gag in her mouth as she listened to the cry of climax coming from Wonder Woman, who stood quivering in orgasm as she leaned against the balance beam with her legs spread wide.  She was about to see the Princess of Themyscira join her in having been nullified.  She grinned as the gasps of pleasure filled the room.  She waited impatiently for Tyler Roberts to squeeze the scissor handles.  She kept, as best she could, her eyes focused to the clitoris that was abou….  Zatanna Zatara was swallowed by darkness as her head folded forward until her chin rested on the oven top and the light left her vacant blue eyes.

 

Wanda Maximoff watched Sue Richards’ blue eyes fill with surprise after stealing yet another furtive glance towards Zatanna, and then lock with her own gold-flecked blue eyes.  She shook her head and nodded towards Wonder Woman. 

Sue Richards nodded, and then stared at the Amazon’s stretched out clitoris.  Wanda was right!  Princess Diana need never know that the Scarlet Witch’s prophecy had been fulfilled…that Sue had seen Zatanna’s head tilt as the red light on the front of the oven lit.  Wonder Woman must be left to believe that she had sacrificed her sexual center to save a friend!

 

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Wonder Woman heard herself gasp and sigh in ecstasy for what seemed to be forever, before she finally felt the sharp scissor blades close into her tender clitoral shaft atop the apex of her vulva.  Princess Diana heard it first—the loud snap followed by the gentle tap of moist flesh hitting metal—before she yelped as she felt the red-hot-poker-like agony emanate from the top of her vulva, and then continued to moan and sigh in ecstasy despite the searing pain emanating from her decapitated sexual center.  The Amazon frowned, red faced from embarrassment because of the yelp, as she watched a grinning Tyler Roberts look up from the tray between her feet to gloat at her as she climaxed, while the sound of metal sliding across metal was heard from the far side of the dance floor.  Wonder Woman looked past her wide-eyed and obviously fascinated tablemates to watch Cheryl, one hand on each cheek, lift Zatanna Zatara’s head from the center of the top of the turkey oven and set it on the small pike in the oven top’s upper left corner.  Her teammate’s suffering had been ended!  Zatanna Zatara was in the hands of the Gods!

“Well done, Tyler Roberts!” Wonder Woman called out loudly but calmly as she returned her attention to the still gloating male still kneeling before her, her orgasm having finally subsided.  “You did a fine job of obtaining my final tribute for Bill Jennings…the least I could do to show my sorrow at my failing to win for him his bet with Coach Sally Landry.  Please do join us at our table so that you may enjoy sandwiches made from my breasts.”

Princess Diana smiled as a look of surprise and respect replaced the gloat, and the tall, lean man stood and walked away.  She bent and picked up the tray.  Wonder Woman’s smile became a nervous frown as she saw the two inches of clitoris resting in front of and between two very large and familiar breasts.  “Come hither, Bill Jennings,” Diana called out as she forced the friendly smile back onto her comely face.  “You have tribute to collect, and I have wounds in need of attention.  Then we can see to your other pressing business, before getting back to enjoying this tremendously entertaining evening at Final Fantasy.”  The Amazon grinned as the the nightclub’s stunned silence became a cacophonous din of applause and cheering.

 

Chapter 32. Go Dragons!

 

            Bill Jennings stood from his chair and called out in his best Master of Ceremonies’ voice, “That’s right, let’s hear it for Diana, Princess of Joust!  Didn’t she provide us with some incredible breast suspension action?  Temporary, breast suspension action followed by painful, but entertaining, debreastings…including her own.  Let’s give Diana a big hand, both for the entertainment and for her brave and generous donations to the worldwide food chain!”  Bill grinned as the cacophony grew louder, and then waved for Diana to join him at the principal reserved table, before doing the same with Cheryl.

            Princess Diana glanced longingly at the Game room door, before putting on her patriotic bottoms and hurrying to the nightclub owner’s side.  “I apologize for letting you down, and causing you to lose your bet with Coach Landry, friend Bill,” Diana said with genuine humbleness as she held the tray with her breasts and clitoris out towards him.  The Amazon blushed beet red as she saw the grin of satisfaction grow on the nightclub owner’s face as he stared at the severed clitoris with gleeful grey eyes.

            “That’s quite alright, Diana,” Bill Jennings replied as he forced the grin into a friendly smile.  “You’ve more than made up for any disappointment I might be feeling, especially considering Coach Landry will still be sending her breasts to my kitchen not too many minutes from now.  However, I am going to rub salt in your wounds a bit before I bandage them for you, Princess.  I want you first to take that tray and personally ‘display the evidence of your defeat and disgrace’ that I’m going to have preserved on a trophy board to your tablemates, one at a time, including the three…I mean four…new ones.”  Bill nodded to Tyler Roberts, Andy Summers, and Ted Stevens, who had pushed the second reserved table adjacent the dance floor against the principal reserved table, before sitting down, and Cheryl who had just taken a seat as well.  “Meanwhile, I have some nightclub business to attend to.”

            Anger filled the Amazon’s face before she gave in and meekly replied, “Very well, friend Bill, for I am indebted to you for agreeing to our barter.”  Princess Diana stepped over to her own chair and picked up her nearly full glass of Lactic Blaster from beside her nearly untouched sandwich, held the glass towards the nearest turkey oven from which a most wonderful smell was emanating, and said, “First, however, a toast.  To Zatanna Zatara, one of the bravest girls we will ever have known!”  Wonder Woman grinned as everyone at both tables chanted, “To Zatanna Zatara,” and then clinked glasses together.  Diana drained her own glass, before stepping beside Wanda and holding the tray before her, with the clitoris nearest the buxom Avenger.

            Wanda Maximoff smiled and nodded, as she fought against appearing to give the severed clitoris any particular attention, before saying, “Thank you, Diana!  I was most impressed with the way you handled yourself out there.  Did you enjoy your debreasting?”

            “Enjoy?” Diana asked with confusion on her face.  “Well, it was a most interesting experience, I suppose.  However, I do not think I can say I enjoyed it.  Perhaps there is something to be said for the debreasting booths and their orgasmatron emitters after all.”

            Diana stepped to her right and presented the severed flesh to Sue Richards, who looked embarrassed as she nodded and mouthed the word, “Thanks.”

            Diana stepped around the table past her own chair and Bill’s to stand beside Janet and lowered the tray.  Janet giggled as she stared at the tray, before acknowledging, “Damn, I do have girl-penis envy after all.  You beat my donation by tons, Diana.  As for your debreasting, I am quite certain you would have enjoyed that part more in a debreasting booth, but you had lots of great competition by doing it your way.”

            Diana grinned and nodded and then stepped to her right, and held the tray before Hank Pym, who was grinning from ear-to-ear as he chortled, “Now those are some nice ta tas!  I wish you’d let me massage them between bouts!”  Before whispering, “Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll have them back on your chest as soon as we get back home.  By the way…the girls did tell you about the mandatory post-regeneration inspection as well as my doctor’s fee, didn’t they?”

            Diana smiled sheepishly before nodding, and stepping to the right to hold the tray before Oliver’s face.  “I never expected to hear myself say this, Diana,” Oliver Queen chuckled softly, “but looking at those beautiful melons of yours on that tray is making me hungry.  Your air dance was quite entertaining, Princess.  I want to thank all of you girls for letting Hank and me tag along.”

            Diana laughed before stepping to her right, and pushing the tray containing her severed parts before Dinah’s grinning face.  The ponytailed blonde giggled, before chortling, “Damn, those big knockers put the tits I harvested earlier to shame.  And that’s a really big clit on that tray, Diana.  I swear I’ve dated boys with wee wees smaller than that!  From the big cum you had, Princess, it looked like you had fun surrendering it, though!” 

Diana blushed badly as she quickly stepped past Zatanna’s empty chair, which had been pushed aside to allow the two oval tables to be merged, and presented the tray to Tyler Roberts, while saying, “Thank you, friend Tyler, for helping collect the smallest of this flesh I use as tribute in exchange for friend Bill’s boon.”

            Tyler grinned and chuckled before admitting, “I was thrilled to be of help, Diana.  The size of that severed clitoris between those magnificent breasts attests to the quality of our teamwork.  I’ve never before met a girl that was able to make such a donation unrestrained, and who was even willing to help get her clitoris ready for the chop.  I am very impressed, Princess!  Oh!  The handsome devil next to me is Ted Stevens.”

            “It is good to meet you, Ted Stevens,” Princess Diana declared with a friendly smile on her face as she nodded to the blue-eyed blonde-haired muscular man of medium height, and then stepped beside his chair and lowered the tray so he could see the evidence of her disgraceful defeat.  “I am Diana Prince.”

            Ted whistled before whispering, “Good lord!  They are everything the history books say they were.  Magnificent!  And made of succulent Amazonian flesh!  I can’t wait to taste a sandwich made from them to see if they are as delicious as everyone says they were…Oh! Damn!  Where are my manners?  It is positively a great honor to meet you, Princess…I mean, Miss Prince.  May I call you Diana, Diana?  Sue, please make sure you tell Diana, here, that I’m not normally like this!”

            Wonder Woman blushed again and looked more than a little perplexed before stepping around the table to her right and lowering the tray so that Andy Summers could see its contents, as she proclaimed, “It is good to have you back at our table, friend Andy.”

            “Thanks, Diana, it’s great to be back!” Andy whispered with a grin on his face.  “Oh, and Ted is being honest.  He normally really is a silver-tongued devil.  However, knowing who you are, and the fact that we’re going to taste purebred Amazon has all our mouths watering.  Even Cheryl’s!  I don’t believe I’ve ever seen her take a break before.  Don’t let that creep you out, though.  We also know about the Chula device.”

            “It does not unduly disturb me, friend Andy, that you all wish to partake of my deep-fried breast bacon,” Diana replied with a chuckle.  “I have been eating sandwiches made from other girls’ breast bacon all night long.  Then Wonder Woman turned back to Ted and whispered, “You will be, friend Ted, Ted Stevens, once you have told me about my tribeswomen and why our flesh is said to be ‘delicious’.  After I have had my wounds treated, naturally!”

            Diana patiently waited for Bill to finish talking to Cheryl, before stepping to her right and presenting the tray for the 41st Century blonde’s viewing pleasure.  “Thank you, Miss Diana!” Cheryl said politely with a smile on her face.  “Your donations will do much to add to Final Fantasy’s profit margin.  I’ll take the tray from you now.  It is my responsibility to see that your breast skins, clitoris, and the map of your bust make it to the taxidermist tomorrow, along with the name plate, which I’ve talked Bill into letting you autograph after he treats your wounds in the Game room.  Bill will make one brief announcement, and then take you there.  The blonde nightclub and dairy manager stood and took the tray from Wonder Woman, before rushing into the kitchen with the Amazon’s severed breasts and clitoris.

            “Ladies and gentlemen,” Bill Jennings called out loudly from his position beside Diana and behind Cheryl’s empty chair, “I’m told that girls’ gymnastics team tournament champion Head Coach Landry and her team are enjoying the stock fillets they won by defeating Diana, Princess of Joust, during the final Balance Beam Joust game of the night.  We are going to give Coach Landry another fifteen minutes to enjoy her meal, before we get the final event to celebrate Metropolitan University’s rare double gymnastics tournament championship underway.  That means there is time for a debreasting booth game!  Come on girls!  Is this your lucky night?”  Bill grinned as the nightclub was filled with chatter, locked eyes with a blushing Amazon, and nodded at the Game room door.

            As she watched Bill and her nullified teammate hurry away, Dinah chirped, “I’m going to ruin the first set of double D’s that get stuck through those debreasting portals, while pretending they belong to a certain prideful princess, who now seems a tad less arrogant.  Then I’m going to make Ollie’s day by getting my own chest wrecked!”  Black Canary gave Green Arrow a passionate kiss.

 

            “Well, Wonder Woman, have you enjoyed your evening at Final Fantasy?” Bill Jennings asked softly with a friendly smile on his face and a twinkle in his grey eyes as he placed the first of two round bandages over an ugly chest wound as he sat in his office chair.  There had been surprisingly little blood, despite the huge size of the missing mammaries and the length of time between debreasting and treatment, to wipe clean with the wet washcloth he had just tossed aside. 

            “Very much so…for the most part…friend Bill,” Princess Diana of Themyscira, sitting in the office’s guest chair, stammered in a quivering voice as she glanced from the bandage up to the trophy board displaying the Scarlet Witch’s breasts.  “In truth, while I did not enjoy losing a comrade in arms to your worldwide food chain, and would have preferred winning that final Balance Beam Joust game and avoiding the terms of our barter, ‘tis been a most entertaining evening.  That said, do you know how close you come to injury when you seek to ‘rub salt in my wounds’?  ‘Tis it not enough for you to remind me that you will ‘display the evidence of my defeat and disgrace’ beside Wanda’s in this very room?”

            “Hmmm,” Bill mused as he pressed the second large round bandage over the remaining chest wound, “I hadn’t really considered myself in danger of physical attack as I teased you, Princess.  The idea that a girl might assault a man is simply inconceivable here, and the punishment such a girl would receive for doing such is too horrendous to even consider.  Besides, Wanda was to have made it clear to you girls that you must do whatever any male tells you to do, Diana, while you’re in this time zone.  If you can’t do that, you time tourists should leave before you get your entire party killed.  Now, lose the bottoms and stand up, with your legs spread and your arms crossed behind your back.”

Bill Jennings grinned as the tall and toned superheroine complied immediately without complaint with a passive look on her face and let him dab the wet cloth at her nearly bloodless wound.  “The trophy boards will be moved out into the main Game room where they can be more readily admired by the girls about to enter my debreasting booths, Wonder Woman,” he chortled as he pushed the tip of a small eyedropper into the small indentation at the top of the Amazon’s vulva where her clitoris once protruded, and squeezed into the empty cavity the same pain killer and disinfectant that coated the inside of the breast bandages.  “Hopefully, the girls admiring those trophy boards will include a steady stream of 21st Century superheroines accompanying Wanda on her girls’ nights out.  You should come back on one of Wanda’s visits, Princess, and admire your own breasts as well as the Scarlet Witch and Zatanna’s, before giving a booth game a try.  I guarantee you’ll become a debreasting fanatic like Wanda, Janet, and Sue when you feel the pain and pleasure accompanying your next partial donation to my kitchen meld into one wonderfully intense sensation as you stand over an orgasmatron emitter!”

“I believe you, friend Bill,” Princess Diana of Themyscira replied with a frown on her face as she watched the nightclub owner apply the tiny round bandage to the apex of her vulva, “for I experienced some of that sensation tonight as and after I was given the wound just bandaged.  Perhaps, if I am fortunate when this evening ends and am again as I was when I arrived here tonight, and if I can convince two other heroes to pay the price Oliver and Hank paid to join us, I will return and surrender the renewed royal orbs of Themyscira, this time as I stand in a debreasting booth while I am forced climaxed.  For me to say such should tell you that I have been much humbled this night.  Would you be insulted, should I visit you again, friend Bill, if me and my friends arrive after your nightly lottery?”

“A bit, Princess,” Bill Jennings admitted with a scornful look on his face before smiling sheepishly, “but I’ll live with it if Wanda sticks with her three booth stint requirement and she doesn’t make a habit of skipping my lottery.  It’s not that I desire to see you heroines make full conversions, you see.  I just want her to learn to live within our customs, if she desires to keep coming to this time zone.  That means that most every girl must risk her meat at most every opportunity that presents itself.  That way all the girls are taking equal risks.  It’s why most every papered girl is entered into my nightly lottery as well, despite being vouchsafed from the government’s weekly event…The Lottery.  Now, how do your wounds feel?”

“The pain is gone, friend Bill,” Wonder Woman announced matter-of-factly as she stepped back into her bottoms, “and if I was not looking at the bandages, I would swear my appendages were still there.  Tell me, do I read too much from what you just said…about what you want from Wanda…are you in love with her?” 

Bill Jennings blushed beet red and looked away from the Amazon’s piercing stare, as he stammered, “In love…with the Scarlet Witch?  She’s hardly ever here.  I mean…I like her…the way she thinks…the way all you heroines think.  I like all you girls…Sue and Janet…I liked Zatanna…maybe Wanda the most.  Yes, Diana, I think I do…love Wanda Maximoff.  Don’t you dare tell her…or mention that trophy board…I want it to be a surprise!  Now, do you have any suggestions for new debreasting methods, intermission contests, or ways to execute my lottery winners?”

Wonder Woman laughed softly as she smiled at her new, but devious, friend, before replying, “Your secrets are safe with me, friend Bill.  In truth, I have not given this century’s rather unique forms of entertainment much thought.  Nor have I read your debreasting menu.  However, in the rare instances when an Amazon warrior turns traitor to her tribeswomen, and is later caught, the breast that marks her warrior status is taken from her in a most horrifying manner.  She is forced to dangle it in a pool filled with small sharks, or over a pit filled with small crocodiles, and the creatures are allowed to consume her breast, slowly or quickly, in small chunks or large.  However, such will not be my chosen debreasting method, should you add it to your debreasting menu, and I do return with my hero friends.  As I said, we Amazons find it horrifying.”

“Which heroes, if you don’t mind my asking?” Bill replied as he gave the debreasting method some thought.  “I suppose my engineers could construct variously sized robot crocodiles that randomly rip chunks from the breasts and deposit them into a meat pail for later deep frying.”

“Truly horrifying, friend Bill,” Wonder Woman proclaimed as she shivered at the image in her mind, “especially if the meat pail could be far enough away from the breasts that the girl would have to wait and watch for each breast chunk to be taken from her.  Yes, that would be truly horrifying!  Superman and Batman will be the heroes, but only if Lois Lane is brought to this nightclub and forced to take debreasting booths as well as the rest of us girls.  I would see the nosy bitch debreasted, hopefully in a most painful manner and before I accept the same fate.”

“I see,” Bill replied as he rubbed his chin, “well, do see to it that the men and Superman’s girlfriend are well aware of how they must behave while they are here.  I wouldn’t want to see you all get yourselves killed.  Perhaps you girls should draw names, and select the method the girl you drew must use to risk donating her breasts with.  Maybe you’ll get lucky, and get to give Lois’s breasts to the mechanical crocodiles.  Intermission contests or execution methods?”

“I doubt Wanda would agree to us girls choosing each others debreasting method, but I will suggest it, friend Bill,” Wonder Woman proclaimed with a hearty chuckle, “for I would indeed love to have the fate of Lois Lane’s breasts resting in my hands.  For a contest, how about hanging the sows upside down over pools of water deep enough to reach their shoulders when they hang limply?  The sow with the greatest desire to live will survive while the others drown.  For execution, I always thought being placed under a wooden panel and slowly pressed to death as weight is gradually placed atop the panel was an effective deterrent to crime.”

“Excellent suggestions, Wonder Woman,” Bill Jennings replied with a grin on his face.  “although the execution method might be better suited for Club X than Final Fantasy.  Before we rejoin the others, I want to apologize for the teasing.  You should understand that it is mostly to entertain my customers, and partly to make the night more exciting for you.  While I really did want the biggest trophy possible from you, Diana, making you lose your sex life forever was really never my main intention.  Didn’t the worry that just that might happen to you make you climax harder as Tyler squeezed the scissors around your clitoral shaft?” 

Bill chuckled as Diana gulped and then nodded.  Then he declared, “As I told your friends, what happens to you after you get home really doesn’t concern me.  So, I’ll just say, good luck with the tissue regeneration, and that I hope to see you again some night in the future.  Those magnificent breasts of yours are always welcome in my kitchen.  However, if you and Janet remain neutered for the rest of your lives, I won’t feel sorry for either of you either.  Now, let’s rejoin your friends and try to enjoy the rest of the evening.”  Bill Jennings roared with laughter as he stared at the consternation filling the lovely Amazon Princess’s comely face.     

 

“How are they hanging, Princess?” Dinah chided jovially as Diana and Bill retook their seats.

“Don’t pay any attention to the blonde bimbo to my right, Diana,” Oliver urged with a chuckle.  “She’s just peeved that no one is taking advantage of the empty debreasting booths.”

“I don’t mind being teased, friend Oliver,” Diana claimed despite her reddened face.  “In truth, friend Dinah, now that my wounds have been treated with these miraculous bandages and the pain is gone, I feel as if my womanly orbs were hanging from my chest as they normally are.  For what reason are the debreasting booths still empty?”  Seeing the mostly empty plates on the table around her, the Amazon quickly went to work on her Zatanna sandwich.

“There are a number of reasons, Diana,” Cheryl interjected as she walked up to stand behind Bill Jennings and placed the rectangular metal plate and engraving tool on the table before him.  “The majority of our customers took advantage of our lowered menu prices, and have either filled, are filling, or are waiting to fill, their bellies.  Ruth still has a lot of orders stacked up, Sir, but I told her to get to Diana’s breast bacon…Candace did a brilliant job with the breast skins, by the way….as soon as possible.  Our sandwiches should be arriving about the same time you finish announcing the final halftime event.” 

“That’s another reason for the lack of booth action, Princess,” Cheryl continued politely with a smile on her face.  “Nobody wants to miss out on watching the female coaches and cheerleaders fork over their breasts to Coach Taft and Coach Sacrino and their chums, and, we do encourage most of the debreasted girls to leave and get their chest wounds treated, making room for new breasted customers…you girls are the exceptions, not the rule.  Additionally, many of the girls in the audience have witnessed a high percentage of the girls around them give up their breasts.  It may take a few rounds of debreasting booth games where all, or at least most, of the girls get their orgasmatron-induced climaxes without getting their donations accepted before things get back to normal.  Finally, the action usually does drop off mid evening, but picks back up when the late-night customers show up.”  

“A most astute explanation, Cheryl,” Bill proclaimed with a grin on his face, “I’m going to really be bummed when you lose one of the death games at Club X a few weeks from now!  Now, Princess, do etch your signature into the trophy board plaque.  In your case, I think you should use your tribal rank and designation followed by A.K.A. your nom de guerre!”

Diana frowned and blushed as the nightclub owner pushed the metal rectangle before her and held out the engraving pen, before replying, “As you wish, friend Bill.  Tell me, Ted Stevens, how is it that you know of my tribeswomen, and came to think that our flesh might be especially delicious?”  Diana dropped her sandwich, took the pen from Bill with a shaky right hand, and scratched, ‘Diana, Princess of Themyscira’ into the plate, and then ‘A.K.A., Wonder Woman’ under it.”

“Tell her what she wants to know, boys,” Bill Jennings replied with a satisfied grin on his face as he took back the plate and pen, and then handed both to Cheryl, “but knowing who she is, be careful not to tell her anything that might lead her to do something to change the here and now.  I need to go talk to Coach.  We need to get the balloon popping party going in about five minutes or so, and I want to make Coach Taft’s evening really special by telling him that it will be Zatanna’s slightly marbled fillet he’ll be having for his celebration meal.  Take that to the kitchen, but don’t wait too long before closing the Game room, Cheryl.  I’d rather not pay another waitress a pension when one of the customers gets impatient with the empty booths.”  Bill missed Janet’s subtle nod and wink to Dinah, and the surprise on the ponytailed blondes face when the light bulb came on, as he and Cheryl hurried away in opposite directions.

“Yeah, I guess we also need to be delicate about this, and try not to hurt your feelings, Diana,” Ted observed with a nervous smile.  “You need to understand that, when the plague swept the planet a little over two hundred years ago, it wasn’t like the first time, when the plague killed all the domestic animals in the 31st Century.  This time, the plague killed most of the human race as well.  When, with the exception of a few scattered groups who chose to live as outsiders in what we call ‘the country’, the two hundred thousand or so survivors from all over the globe gathered in the east coast of North America’s urban environment we call ‘the City’, people were pretty much in a state of shock.”

“It took months for the ‘world government’ that was formed to establish the laws and customs we now live under,” Ted continued in a matter-of-fact tone.  “Seeing as a voluntary lottery for selecting girls to become part of the food chain had already been established during the 31st Century crisis, it was easy to establish The Lottery, this time mandatory rather than voluntary, in the 39th Century.  The problem was, after the plague, the ratio of males to females was about even.  We could easily have eaten our gene pool to the point where our extinction was guaranteed before the propagation policies that turned girls into breeding stock, as well as livestock, and established limits on the male birth rate got us past the crisis.”

“Imagine the world government’s dilemma, Diana,” Ted said softly with a hint of embarrassment.  “The population was demanding meat, but we had to conserve the limited resources the plague left us with.  Then imagine how our leaders felt when the newly elected President announced that he had discovered an island, untouched by the plague, where several thousand females in prime condition lived—girls that were outsiders and not part of our culture.  It was relatively easy for the world government to decide to use those girls to buy us time until the female birth rate began to exceed sow consumption.  I’m sorry, Diana, but your people were captured.  The adults were used as livestock, rumored to yield succulent meat cuts, and the few pre-puberty girls were sold to the more effluent men as future wives.”

“Wives no doubt valued for the long lifespan they gave these effluent men’s offspring,” Diana admitted softly as she paused from consuming her sandwich and contemplated what Lorna had told her earlier in the evening.  “There is one thing I do not understand, friend Ted.  My tribeswomen are a race of mighty warriors graced with the gifts of the Gods.  How could such a small population from the world of man possibly have conquered them?”

“The satellites that beam the metahuman suppression field over the City were moved from their original orbits over the Amazon island a little over thirty years ago, Diana,” Ted replied softly, “after the despot who ruled then, Kang, had some prized sow use her metahuman powers to escape from his pantry.  Your people relied on the gifts you spoke of, and ancient weapons.  Their swords and arrows were of little use against modern aircraft and tanks with their gifts suddenly gone.  Most all of them were taken alive after a relatively short battle.  I’m sorry to be the one to tell you of your tribe becoming victims of genocide.  However, might I point out that, without their suffering that fate, the world of man would be extinct, and, despite your people’s long life spans, without men, so would they!”

“Where did these satellites come from?” Diana asked with her face filled with concern.  “Who invented this vile field that takes away the special gifts of the few?  How was it that I was not there to…?”

“We don’t know the answers to those questions, Princess,” Tyler Roberts interjected as he glared at his friend Ted.  “Even if we did, we mustn’t tell you.  However, I will tell you that the royal family of Themyscira was live roasted at a victory banquet the President himself hosted!  If you’re trying to claim you are immortal, you were there!  Now, let’s stop talking about that dark part of our culture’s past, and please don’t think of playing God and trying to change your future.  Your people were forced to make a big sacrifice, yes, but for the greater good that is humanity’s survival.  Ted said too much, and has placed the human race at risk.  Frankly, the right thing to do is to make you meat, here and now!”

“You don’t need to do that, Tyler,” Wanda pleaded urgently as she reached past Sue and squeezed Diana’s hand.  “I visit this place because I like it the way it is.  I won’t let Diana interfere, even if that means I need to ask a Professor I know to pull the memories of the last few minutes from her mind.  However, I’d like to know about the plague in the 31st Century.  How was it that girls were convinced to voluntarily serve as livestock.  I would have thought there would have been a revolt!”  The Scarlet Witch smiled as she watched Wonder Woman nod before reaching for her last bite of sandwich, and saw that Tyler saw this as well.

“I’ll trust you to keep your word, Wanda,” Tyler replied as he grinned at Cheryl as she took her seat.  “People have been eating people from before recorded history, witchy.  One can bet that young females were always the preferred human meat animal, and at least sometimes voluntarily so.  It was an easy decision to give gynophagia a try after the 31st Century plague, as the practice of gynophagia was already quite popular by then in secret societies such as Club X.  Frankly, there was no particular outcry from the female population during the decade that followed that earlier plague.” 

“Yes, plenty of girls did their duty and volunteered for the weekly lottery, Wanda,” Tyler proclaimed with a grin on his face.  “They were especially eager as they watched their heroines, girls of your ilk from the Legion of Superheroes, publically volunteer to take the risk, and periodically volunteer to be publically turned into meat when their lottery numbers were among those of the winners.  If there were any complaints, it was from the male Legionnaires who watched their female membership dwindle.  At the end of the decade, their chief scientist, Brainiac 5, used time travel and rapid cloning to solve the meat problem by restoring the world’s animal livestock.  The newly formed 39th Century government ruled out this solution to the second plague, given that the disease was spread by animals and now affected humans.  I can guess your next question, witchy!  How do Ted and I know what we just told you?  We’ve both served as Club X historians!”

“But, I heard the Grandmaster of Club X say something about the club existing for something over six hundred years….” Wanda replied with obvious surprise and hidden interest.  Now it was all the more important to get Kitty Pride to those computer files!

“The key word in the Grand Master’s spiel is ‘over’, Wanda!” Tyler pointed out with a wry grin on his face as he chuckled.  “We’ve been a public club for over six hundred years.  We’ve been having wives and guests entertain us by playing voluntary death games since the 22nd Century at least.  Naturally, we’ve been eating the losers since then as well.  You can’t imagine how pleased I was when Andy told me that Club X is going to get another shot at collecting your meat, Wanda, and a first shot at Cheryl’s.  However, we’ll talk about that later, as it appears Bill is about to get the final halftime event started?”  Tyler Roberts laughed as both girls gulped with concern on their faces.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bill Jennings called out in his best Master of Ceremonies’ voice as he stood smiling in the center of the dance floor, “may I have your attention please!  Final Fantasy is pleased to host one final event to celebrate Metropolitan University’s double gymnastics tournament championship.  The participants in this event will be university coaches, cheerleaders, and alumni.  I’ll now turn the floor over to the coach who was the linchpin in this event coming to fruition.  Let’s have a big hand for girls’ gymnastics team Head Coach, Sally Landry!”  Bill grinned at the loud applause that filled the room, and waited patiently for the brunette coach to make her way to the dance floor from her table near Final Fantasy’s main entrance.

“Thank you!  THANK YOU!” Sally called out as she waved for silence from the ebullient audience, as she stood beside Bill.  “Oh my!  Is it really that time?  Well, I suppose there is no backing out of this now.  First, I’d like to thank Final Fantasy for hosting this fantastic celebration of a nearly unheard of double gymnastics tournament championship.  You’ve done a marvelous job, Bill!  The special events you arranged for us tonight have, at least so far, been incredibly entertaining.  The Balance Beam Joust game has been a great hit, due mostly to the skill and courage of Diana, Princess of Joust, and the eighteen brave girls of Phi Gamma Phi who faced Diana before me and my team arrived.”  Sally paused while the audience applauded. 

“In the midst of that, I understand you arranged to let Coach Taft and Coach Sacrino publically force climax on a couple of your cows, Bill, as the coaches contemplated having the cows ride Jessica’s” Sally continued as she smiled over to the Coaches’ reserved table and many of the girls in the room groaned at the thought of such being done to themselves.  “Your patience paid off Coach Taft; one of those girls is roasting for you!”  Sally grinned as the coach chuckled loudly and rubbed his hands together as he thought of the prized fillet he would be munching on later. 

Sally giggled at Coach Taft before continuing with, “Then, after Diana ran the score eighteen to zero, I understand Phi Gamma Phi asked for Diana to be given the opportunity to face my tournament champions on the balance beam, and sealed the deal by having their sorority president ceremoniously surrender some pretty big breasts to your kitchen, Bill.  I got here just as the last five of that sorority’s members offered their breasts up as donations to the worldwide food chain in your debreasting booths, and had those donations nearly simultaneously accepted.  Thanks Phi Gamma Phi for your generous donations to the worldwide food chain.  You’re going to be a tough act to follow!”  Applause again filled the room.

“Then there was the air dancing competition,” Sally said with a chuckle as she grinned out to the audience; “that was a real hoot!  Thanks for letting me do the stool tipping and serve as air dance instructor, Bill!  OH, AND for letting me serve as gambling debt collector!  I never dreamed I’d get to pop so many sets of breast balloons!”  Sally smiled as the applause grew louder.

“The nightly lottery was a blast to watch, Bill,” Sally proclaimed with a broad grin on her face.  “As I watched those men at your table collect the breasts and clitorises from the lottery winners in a most entertaining and efficient fashion, I was feeling pretty good about my own number not getting drawn.  When those lottery winners were slowly turned into turkeys and placed in the ovens behind me…well I’m a coach and like to win…but was damn glad I didn’t win THAT lottery!”  There were nervous giggles from the girls in the nightclub.

“And finally, my girls went up against Diana, Princess of Joust, on the balance beam with debreasting nooses cinched around their moneymakers!” Sally called out with pride beaming from her face.  “Diana’s skill was marvelous, and we took some losses.  However, victory was ours!  Go Dragons!  My girls made Diana air dance until razor wire nooses slowly turned her huge breasts into cold bacon.  Sorry, Bill, but you and Diana lost your bets.  I joined my girls in munching on fillets purchased by you, instead of surrendering my breasts to you as I dangled them before a bend-over bar.  Furthermore, I enjoyed that fillet while watching Diana slowly surrender her sex life for her overconfidence.”  Sally grinned at the blushing raven-haired girl as the crowd roared with laughter and applause.

“And that brings us to the here and now, and the final halftime event in this celebration of that double gymnastics tournament championship which is the crowning achievement of my unexpectedly long sports career,” Sally called out over the deafening din and again signaled for silence.  “Somehow, I made it through The Lottery week after week, and lived to enjoy sharing Metropolitan University’s greatest sports victory in decades with boys’ gymnastics team Head Coach Taft.  Let’s hear it for Coach Edgar Taft!”  Again the nightclub was filled with cheering and applause as the balding coach stood and waved.

“Okay, folks,” Sally called out loudly as she waved for silence, “we’ll get Coach Taft out here momentarily, but first I want to lay out how what is about to happen came to pass.  When Mr. Jennings called last Monday and bet a tall huge-breasted girl could defeat, and therefore debreast, three of my gymnasts before she herself was debreasted, in a competition on a balance beam, and said he would buy me and my girls fillets if he lost, I thought he was crazy.  I agreed to the bet before the dire danger I had put myself in hit me.  I had just wagered these lovely C-cups that my girls would win my bet!” the cute blue-eyed brunette in her early thirties cupped a slightly drooping, brownish-pink tipped breast in each hand as she smiled sheepishly.  “I had just agreed to risk dropping from a Grade-B long pig to Grade-C meat cuts when my number finally came up in The Lottery.”

“Strangely,” Sally announced with a smile on her face as she shook her shoulder-length hair, “over the next day-and-a-half, I realized I didn’t really care how my meat is eventually absorbed into the worldwide food chain, but that many people would care to see me debreasted.  I decided to motivate my girls by publically announcing I would take a debreasting booth after we enjoyed our fillets if they won the Balance Beam Joust game, knowing full well the word would spread around the university like wildfire.  I knew that some athlete, coach, student, or teacher would surely take advantage of the opportunity to debreast me, but I was up for it if it motivated our athletes to win!  It did!  What I didn’t expect was for Mr. Jennings, during our teams’ pre-tournament celebration, to talk Cheerleading Coach Meredith Harikito into taking a booth as well, if the boys’ team or both teams won, with differences in risks depending on which outcome that we won’t bother to discuss now that we know both teams won.  Come on out here, Meredith!  Let’s hear it for Coach Harikito!” 

The nightclub was filled with a long, deafening cacophony as the long-raven-haired brown-eyed Oriental girl in her mid-twenties made her way to the dance floor to stand beside Sally, displaying her perfect pinkish-brown tipped C-cups above a pink bikini bottom for all to see, as she called out, “That’s right, Coach Landry, Mr. Jennings really didn’t have to work very hard to talk me into taking a booth after he and Coach Taft suggested turning the event into a five-girl balloon popping party if both gymnastics teams took home the tournament championship trophies.  Few cheerleaders are fortunate to have their teams loose so few games that she makes it through her college career breasted, as I did.  It’s time for me to feel the sweet pain I’ve witnessed so many other cheerleader’s accept as they donated their bacon to pay for an athletic team’s loss.  It’s a privilege to surrender these C-cups of mine to celebrate winning! Why don’t we stand in front of the debreasting portals we are about to, temporarily, fill, Sally?”

“Great idea, Meredith!” Sally replied excitedly as she took a few steps to stand in front of booth 1’s debreasting portals while the Oriental coach moved to stand before booth 2’s, leaving Bill alone in the center of the dance floor.  “Yes, the idea of turning this into a five-girl balloon popping party came as a real thrill to me too…given the certainty that I would have donated my breasts to the worldwide food chain even if I’d taken my booth alone.  I’m really pleased to have your company, Meredith…and the company of three of your cheerleaders.  That’s right folks, at that pre-tournament celebration, newly elected Head Cheerleader Tiffany Brown committed herself and two of her teammates to fill the other three empty booths.  Why don’t you join us, Tiffany?”       

Again there was a long roar of applause before a long-haired redhead with perfect brownish-pink-tipped D-cups moved to stand before booth 3, while her five teammates lined up along the edge of the dance floor; the cheerleaders all wore pink bikini bottoms in the same style and hue as their coach.  “Thank you, Coach Landry,” the brown-eyed girl called out nervously as she fiddled with a glass in her right hand.  “Yeah, joining Coach Harikito with you in the debreasting booths, despite being told that it would be turned into a balloon popping party, seemed like a good idea at the time, given the low probability of a cheerleader finishing school breasted.  Now, I’m regretting that hasty offer to join you.  Why don’t you tell the folks what you told me last night, Coach Landry?”

“Oh, I see where this is going, Tiffany,” Sally replied with a nervous smile on her face.  “Sorry, Meredith, this will be news to you, as I couldn’t reach you last night and I’ve had a lot on my plate this evening.  Well folks, as you can imagine, we didn’t really worry about the details of how this event would unfold, given the unlikelihood of a double tournament championship actually becoming reality.  When it did, however, Coach Taft and I talked it over.  We really want this balloon popping party to turn out special, and both Edgar and I thought that having all of the balloons run out of air at exactly the same time would give us the biggest bang for our buck…or breasts rather.  That means all five of us girls getting the same debreasting method and speed, and their debreast buttons hit at exactly the same time.  There are several debreasting methods that could be used to achieve that goal, and coach and I realized that we probably wouldn’t come to an agreement as to which method to use.  We flipped for the responsibility of choosing, and Coach Taft won.  Meredith, we won’t know how we will be debreasted, or how long we will have to suffer through it.  How do you feel about that?”

Meredith Harikito gulped loudly with a deer-in-headlights look on her face as she watched Coach Taft heading towards them, before nervously admitting, “Like I just got screwed, Sally.  Couch is going to give our breasts to one of third-tier methods, when it comes to pain, set on dead slow speed, and I won’t be surprised to find the orgasmatron emitter intensity jacked up from eighty percent to one hundred percent due to the declit sub-option coming into play as well.  Oh, well!  It’s too late to back out now.  I’m guessing that Tiffany is even less happy about this than I am!”

“I sure am, Coach Harikito,” Tiffany replied with a look of grim resolve on her pretty face, “as I spent two hours last night TRYING to get Coach Taft to spare our sex lives.  I had to let him seed my vagina.  I might be giving his piglet to the one of The Orphanages nine months from now, and he still never actually ruled out declitting us!  Furthermore, now none of the other cheerleaders will voluntarily fill one of the two empty booths.  I wrote their names on slips of paper, which I put in this glass, but I can’t FORCE them to join us if their name is drawn, can I?”

“Probably not, Tiffany,” Coach Taft chuckled softly as he reached the lineup, paused to palm Sally’s C-cups, then Meredith’s C-cups, and finally weigh Tiffany’s big D-cups with his hands, “but I can!”  He thoughtfully placed his hand on the redhead’s belly, before chortling, “I’m pretty sure I got lucky last night, you vivacious fox!  The Orphanages are a good thing, because, shortly, you won’t have breasts to nurse your baby with.  Neither will two of your teammates and these two coaches!  Draw the two names and read them, Coach Harikito.  Any girl who refuses to step before the debreasting portals she will later, temporarily, fill, will ride Jessica.”  Coach Taft laughed jovially as he moved to stand beside Bill Jennings.

“I’m sure the threat isn’t needed, Coach Taft,” Meredith replied with obvious apprehension on her face as she carefully pulled two slips of paper from Tiffany’s glass and read them, “as cheerleaders look forward to their eventual partial conversions.  Hailey come stand beside Tiffany in front of booth 4’s debreasting portals.”  The Cheerleading Head Coach smiled sheepishly as an obviously crestfallen, skinny, short-haired black girl carrying swooping brownish-tan-tipped B-cups below her lovely brown-eyed face hurried to stand shivering in her appointed position.  “Tolula, you get debreasting booth 5.”  Meredith smiled with pride as the doe-eyed, athletic-looking Amerindian rushed over to add her perfect pinkish-brown-tipped C-cups to the lineup of breasts waiting to be assassinated. 

“One of you other three come and take the glass from Tiffany,” Coach Harikito commanded with unthinkable calmness given the situation.  “Then return to your table where you can verify Tiffany and I conducted a fair lottery by verifying your own names are still in the glass.  We will join you back at our table in not too many minutes from now.  GO DRAGONS!”  She smiled as the three girls, grinning with obvious relief, yelled the cheer back before the nearest girl snatched the glass from Tiffany and hurried after her retreating teammates.

“There you see them, ladies and gentlemen,” Bill Jennings called out loudly, “the five sets of pretty balloons that will soon be thrust through those debreasting portals awaiting popping pins, and the brave girls who have agreed to make certain donations to the worldwide food chain.  Let’s give them a hand, while I turn the floor over to Coach Taft.  I’m sure he doesn’t need any help in getting this five-girl balloon popping party under way.”  Bill grinned broadly as the audience roared with applause.

“Wait, Bill,” Coach Taft called out as he moved to step in front of Coach Landry, “I thought you’d join me as we form a lineup of poppers in front of the, temporarily, inflated breast balloons.  I’m pretty sure you said you had your eyes on Coach Harikito’s C-cups at that pre-tournament celebration the other day.  This is your last chance to poach them for yourself!”

“Actually, I said I’d had my eyes on Meredith, Coach,” Bill Jennings replied as he turned to face the coach from the edge of the dance floor.  “I wanted to take a spin with that hot body of hers, and in case you missed it, I had coitus with her while that boy was cut from your team and Coach Landry hanged her Assistant Coach to death.  I don’t think it appropriate for me, as owner, to play the debreasting booth game here at Final Fantasy, nor do I allow my waitresses to voluntarily do so from either side of The Wall!  No, with Meredith, I was hoping for Club X, where I might have added all of that hard body to the worldwide food chain.  In a few minutes, she won’t have what it takes to get through the door there, so I’ll have to settle for someone else sending her lovely C-cups to my kitchen and, perhaps, her donating a piglet of my own to The Orphanages!”

Meredith Harikito blushed badly with a frown on her face as she heard Bill Jennings derisive words, and then smiled as she saw him grin and wink.  While she was sure that he wanted her meat as much as he wanted to have sex with her, perhaps even more so, she was also sure that he wasn’t being mean.  No, he wasn’t being mean when he turned down taking her breasts for himself, knowing that someone else would soon take them, or being mean for hoping he had impregnated her.  He was just doing what any responsible male was supposed to do.  She was, after all, just a girl.

Coach Taft chuckled as he watched the myriad of emotions play across the Cheerleading Coach’s face as he stood before Coach Landry and tweaked her nipples, and then called out, “Coach Sacrino, why don’t you come over and stand before Coach Harikito.  I’m sure you covet the chance to bring her down a peg, just as I’m going to enjoy sending a message to this uppity brunette.  Cheryl….”

“The pledge forms for the Metropolitan University Athletic Department’s Scholarship Fund have already been passed out by the waitresses, Coach,” Cheryl called back from her seat at the featured reserved table.

“OH!” Coach Taft called out with surprise on his face as Coach Sacrino stepped in front of Meredith and began feeling up her doomed breasts.  “Very efficient! No wonder Bill promoted you.  Listen up, ladies and gentlemen!  Those alumni making the three highest pledges in the next five minutes will be allowed to collect the breasts from these three foxy cheerleaders.  Whoever makes the largest donation will get their choice of cheerleaders.  Additionally, the three alumni will draw straws to see who will be responsible for debreasting all three cheerleaders and both coaches.  In order to make the balloon popping truly simultaneous, as Coach Landry so accurately described, the debreast buttons have been set so that, whichever is pressed, all five booths will be instantly activated.  High bidder gets to decide how much breast pleasuring…and teasing…these girls who are about to become sows and then breastless, and perhaps clitless, girls…get!  How about that?  Is that worth a charitable donation or what?”  The audience roared with cheering and applause.

 

“Great job, boss,” Cheryl chirped as Bill Jennings retook his seat.  “Watching those five getting their bacon simultaneously poached should make for a great show.  Business is really going to get a big boost when the word of this spreads through the city.  The only downside is that I’m pretty sure we are going to run out of stock fillets.  I’m afraid that there might be a run on fresh fillets once that happens.  That girl Libby is on her way with a friend she says can prove her Grade-A rating.  They’ll be here soon enough to fill in for Kaori and Colleen, once Mr. Pym and Mr. Queen collect their pre-purchased fillets.  Might I suggest we have those three sisters stow the Balance Beam Joust game equipment, now that the Amazon bait is no longer needed, and tell them their probations are over and that two of them are to fill Charlie and Darlene’s spots while we hold the third in reserve?”

“Make it so, Cheryl,” Bill replied with a twinkle in his eyes as he watched Wonder Woman squirm, “however, whatever happens, only use Grade-A’s as waitresses.  We have our culinary reputation to preserve!  If it comes to it, you and I will finish the night busing glasses and plates…with your fillet on the menu naturally!”  Bill roared with laughter as Cheryl gulped and then grinned from ear-to-ear.

“Bill, what are these orphanages both you and Coach Taft said you might send your offspring too?” Hank Pym asked softly just as Kaori began distributing the sandwiches made from Diana’s breast bacon.  “Why wouldn’t one of the parents take responsibility for the babies?”

“I’ll get to that in a minute, Hank,” Bill replied as he nodded to Kaori.  “Did you guys handle Diana’s questions discretely, Tyler?”

“We may have been close to being a tad too forthcoming, Bill,” Tyler Roberts replied carefully so as to not embarrass Ted.  “However, Wanda said she would handle the situation if that WAS the case.  She says she likes it here the way it is.”

“I’m sure she mostly does, Tyler,” Bill acknowledged as he looked at Wanda with laughter in his eyes.  “She wouldn’t let her friends do anything to risk my debreasting booths suddenly not being invented at the very least!  Do have Sue give Diana her lecture on the danger of uncontrolled time travel experiments on the way home, Wanda.”

“I am not stupid, friend Bill, and thank you for the sandwich, Kaori,” Princess Diana interjected softly.  “Please bring another round of Lactic Blasters for our table so that we all may wash down sandwiches made from a most succulent meat animal.”  As Kaori nodded, collected the mostly empty plates from the round of Zatanna sandwiches, and hurried away, Diana whispered in a calm and even voice, “For me to try to change how my people live upon my return home, would be the same as destroying my culture then, rather than waiting twenty centuries to learn what the Gods have in store for my sisters.  I do not need Sue’s lecture!”

“I believe you do understand, Diana,” Bill replied with a friendly smile on his face as he turned his attention from nullified Amazon to scientist.  “Now, Hank, unmarried girls do this society’s work, and have no time and energy to raise families.  Thus, by law, un-papered mothers must give their children to government run facilities called The Orphanages to raise or kill, depending on whether the infant is female or male, respectively.  Those facilities are essentially sow farms that produce a disproportionate percentage of our society’s meat.  We men have a duty to breed with as many un-papered girls as possible to keep The Orphanages full of livestock.  Unfortunately, the grain-fed sows produced there yield meat that tastes disgustingly bland!  I only eat free rangers, myself!”

Bill chuckled softly as he watched the disbelief filling the time tourists’ faces, before adding, “Yes, I know, you want to know why we men don’t take responsibility for the offspring.  It is a crime to do so without government approval, and such approval is virtually never granted for male fetuses.  However, it is sometimes done for female fetuses if the un-papered girl carrying it is deemed to have some quality the father wants added to his family gene pool.  That’s rare, however, as raising free rangers is damn expensive.  What do you think, Tyler?”

“I agree with every word of what you said, Bill,” Tyler replied softly.  “However, you can’t miss this opportunity to make the pitch, can you?”

“No, I can’t, can I, Tyler,” Bill replied with a knowing look on his face.  “The pitch that has to be made, Hank, is that the gene pool we started with after the plague was too damned small.  As a scientist you know that could lead to long-term species degeneration.  If you and Oliver are willing, those of us with wives would be glad to let you men lay with them.  I’ll do the paperwork to adopt Cheryl, here’s, child if you prefer to breed with an un-papered girl.  Finally, if Wanda gets herself or her friends pregnant during her visits here, don’t let the chance to improve mankind’s future go to waste.  Don’t abort the fetus!  Give me the blood work before the end of the second trimester, and bring the girl to me just before she’s due to give birth so that the birth can be legally recorded at a birthing facility.  If needed, I believe I could even get the papers for any male fetuses, once I’ve had a scientist map the DNA!”

“That wouldn’t be Hank’s choice, Bill,” Wanda replied softly as revulsion filled Janet and Sue’s faces, “and, frankly, it would be a hard pitch for him to sell anyhow.  Most of us country girls can’t imagine not being part of our children’s lives.  However, to prove that I do care about mankind’s future, I’ll give either Hank or Oliver all the fellatio they want for a month if they will take Cheryl into the dairy and give her nice, gentle intercourse.”  Wanda smiled to Cheryl as anger and betrayal flooded across the blonde’s face and excitement filled Oliver and Hank’s, before adding, “Yes, Bill, I’ll do that, but only if you promise to give Cheryl her papers right away.  Promise to marry Cheryl next week!”

“I like Cheryl, Wanda,” Bill admitted with a pleasant smile on his face, “and could see her sharing my bed on a nightly basis…after she proves herself at Club X.  Her chance to prove herself is a month away, and unless you’ve forgotten, I’ve agreed to accept young Barbara’s father’s dowry if she proves herself at Club X tomorrow night.  However, tell you what.  If Barbara doesn’t make the grade, you share my bed and allow yourself to be impregnated by me before the visit to Club X, and promise to let me adopt the offspring.  In return, I’ll promise to marry Cheryl if SHE makes the grade…despite the fact I don’t see my wife working at Final Fantasy and would be crazy to lose Cheryl’s services in that regard.  Deal?”

“Wanda, if you think you are trying to help me, just stop,” Cheryl hissed urgently with a mortified look on her face.  “I told you, the other day in the dairy, I want the whole fairytale.  That means the man who offers me papers does so because he loves me!  Now, if you go down the path you’ve started on, Bill is going to have consensual sex with you, and then Bill and Andy are going to do everything they can to see that we end up meat at Club X!  Now drop this.  Here comes Kaori with our drinks, and our food is getting cold!”  Both Cheryl and Wanda blushed beet red as Bill Jennings burst into laughter.

“I agree with Cheryl,” Tyler Roberts chortled gleefully as Kaori distributed the drinks and retrieved empty glasses, “our sandwiches can’t be allowed to get cold, and we’re going to be trying really hard to turn you girls into meat at Club X.  You do the honor of taking the first bite, Diana, and let us know what you think.  Then, after we’ve all had a taste, Wanda can tell us who we will have to choose from for dates on that night about a month from now at Club X.”

Princess Diana blushed badly and took a long pull of lactic blaster before meekly picking up the sandwich in front of her.  She boldly took a healthy bite and chewed.  She swallowed and grinned before jovially quipping, “I taste edible.  Not as wonderful as Janet or magical as Zatanna, but I think you all will find my breast meat to be quite delicious.”

Ted Stevens took a bite of his sandwich and his eyes rolled back as he moaned in pleasure, before chiding “This humbleness doesn’t fit you, Princess.  Although I didn’t taste the other two girls, this is by far the best breast bacon to ever touch my tongue.  The silky texture…simply incredible!  What do you think, Sue?  And by the way, are you going to take a booth soon?  I think I’ve got some more stories of Club X to tell you while I share another game with you!  Will you be there with Wanda at Club X?”

“Go ahead and answer Ted’s questions, Sue,” Bill said before taking a healthy bite of his own sandwich and grinning like a Cheshire cat, “then I’ll weigh in.  Hmm, it looks like Coach Taft has finally sorted out the alumni pledges!”  He nodded out to the front of the debreasting portals.

Sue Richards glanced out to the back of the dance floor to see that a Grade-A brown-eyed raven-haired Oriental girl in a midnight blue evening dress, the top of which had been lowered to expose her perfect pinkish-brown-tipped C-cups, stood before Tiffany as she weighed the cheerleader’s big breasts in her delicate hands.  Sue immediately recognized the papered girl with the fancy updo who had threatened to debreast Jamie a little less than a week ago. 

Beside her stood Agatha, the blue-eyed blonde with shoulder length hair from Sydney Thatcher’s table who had been forced to gamble her own breasts earlier in the evening, in a tan evening dress.  Despite watching her friend and Sydney’s wife, Heather, get debreasted and later hanged to death, Agatha still hadn’t joined in with most every other girl in exposing her breasts.  She was, with obvious relish, teasing the terrified Hailey by cruelly pinching the nipples of the soon to be forfeit breasts. 

Finally, at the end of the lineup before booth 5 stood a pudgy black man in a tan suit.  He had joined Coach Taft and Coach Sacrino in kneeling before his sow to be, in his case, Tolula.  The three men had pulled the crotches of their girl’s bottoms to the side and were finger fucking them as they squirmed in obvious embarrassment above them as the audience chattered excitedly.  Sue blushed badly as she put herself in the places of the two female coaches and the Amerindian cheerleader.  Fortunately, Coach Taft decided he had had enough of tormenting Coach Landry, and waved towards the Game room door.      

Sue Richards nervously picked up her sandwich as the five girls rushed their doomed breasts into the Game room, and held it before her mouth as she warned, “I’m not much of a meat eater, so please don’t anyone be offended if I don’t eat all my food.  You may have noticed, half of my Zatanna sandwich went back to the kitchen.”  Sue took a small bite, and then another, before giggling, “However, I don’t think that will happen with this one.  The texture is different from the other breast bacon sandwiches I’ve tried.  You taste yummy, Diana!  Do everyone dig in while I give Ted the bad news.” 

Sue flashed a friendly smile at Ted before announcing, “Ted, I’m trying to win my booth games tonight, so, as you’ve just told me you covet my breasts, I won’t do a booth stint while you’re here.  Additionally, if I do lose my third and final booth game tonight, I would rather not it be with you, despite how much I enjoyed your stories two weeks ago.  We’ve been there and done that.  I want it to be a completely new experience if I do get unlucky!” 

Sue shrugged her shoulders and flashed her pleading blue eyes at the handsome fair-haired male before adding, “No, I won’t be joining Wanda at Club X in the foreseeable future, Ted.  Janet calculated the overall odds of getting fully converted to meat at Club X at around one in three, and you boys seemed to be trying especially hard with us tourists.  You made a third of us meat in half a night. Wanda and Cheryl have agreed to spend the entire night at Club X, and, while I don’t mind taking some risks now and then, the danger in this case is too high to be fun.  Finally, frankly Ted, when I found out that you were going to be one of our escorts last week, I was sure you would pair with me.  I was a little miffed when you chose Beatriz!  Darn it, you weren’t even one of the dozen men I was forced to have sex with!”

“I think Ted probably felt like he liked you TOO much, Sue,” Bill interjected softly as he saw the disappointment on the blonde male’s face, “and that he wouldn’t be able to do his job properly.  Escorts for the guests visiting Club X have two goals.  To make the dangerous games fun enough that any free ranger surviving the night and next morning will want to come back, and to see to it that a sufficient number of long pigs are available for roasting in the morning.  It was these mens’ jobs to try to make you girls’ meat.  That said, Ted, Andy, and Tyler, because of what you know about these girls, I want you to give these girls’ meat a pass outside of Club X.  We do want Wanda’s friends to keep coming back with new friends in tow, don’t we?  That means you can do your final booth stint whenever it suits you, Sue.  Now, answer Tyler’s question, Wanda, while we munch on the scrumptious sandwiches.”

“X-girls, Tyler,” Wanda replied with guilt on her face as she watched one set of debreasting portals after another get filled with breast balloons waiting for popping pins.  “I’m going to use female members of the X-Men as cannon fodder to try to give Cheryl and me a chance to see another sunset.  I can’t guarantee who will agree to come, but I was going to start with inviting their most long-standing members.”

Tyler Roberts chuckled softly as he watched the big-breasted Avenger take a bite of her Diana sandwich and then moan in pleasure, before asking, “Jean Grey, Polaris, Storm, Shadowcat, and Rogue?  You going to go with green hair again, Ted?”

“Actually, I think Lorna Dane is back with X-Factor, Tyler, so I’m hoping to get the other four girls you mentioned and Betsy Braddock, who you probably know as Psylocke,” Wanda corrected softly with embarrassment on her face.  “As I’ve already been paired with Andy, and Cheryl with Bill, I expect you’ll get first pick of those X-girls.  Ted, you were next last time.  If it works out as I plan, who are you boys taking to the orgy?”

“Psylocke wore a sexy costume, Wanda, so I like the choice,” Tyler Roberts acknowledged with a grin on his face, “but I’m going to go a different route if it works out as you hope.  I’m going to go with the ranking X-Man, Storm, or should I say Ororo Munroe.  And you, Ted?  Diana, your meat is heavenly!”

“I’ll go with Rogue!” Ted said softly, before adding, “Because of her powers, which won’t get in the way here, she’s likely a virgin.  I like taking inexperienced girls to orgies, which is why I left Beatriz to her own devices right away.  Bill was right about why I didn’t choose you, Sue, and I would have respected your wishes about the booth game without his asking me to.  Does anyone else want to weigh in on sandwiches made from Amazon meat?”

“Does saying I’m damn glad to be at this table answer your question, Ted?” Andy replied with a happy chuckle.  “I hope you’re feeling better about Club X and Ted, Sue.  You’ve seen the trouble liking Janet too much got me in!  I like you too, Wanda, but I’m not going to go easy on you!”

“Well, I should probably tease Diana about her delicious melon meat, seeing as the boys are being so polite,” Dinah giggled softly as she grinned out at the debreasting booths and the girls behind transparent windows who were moaning in pleasure as their assigned debreastor suckled on their doomed teats, “but I won’t.  Instead I have a probably stupid question.  Why do the meat cuts on the menu get named after beef cuts, but girls are called sows and their fetus’s piglets, which would seem to refer to pork.  Yes, I know people who got ate by ancient cannibals were called long pigs too.  But the mixed nomenclature doesn’t make sense!”

“Beef was the more valued meat prior to both of the plagues, Dinah,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle.  “After the plagues, girl meat was invaluable!  Thus the more expensive meat cut names.  On the other hand, you can’t change what the meat tastes like.  Does your breast bacon sandwich taste like bacon?”  Bill grinned as Dinah nodded sheepishly.  “Well as none of us have ever tasted the original bacon, or beef or chicken or lamb, and so on, you’ll have to tell us why our ancestors named you girls after pigs!”  Both tables broke into laughter as Dinah blushed badly.  “I’ll see to it you get the chance to do that later.  However, first, it looks like the balloon popping party is about to begin!”       

“Yeah, the three alumni have started feinting at their debreast buttons already,” Janet noted excitedly as she bounced on her chair.  “There’s no way of knowing which one won the right to slap the five-girl debreast button, but it’s pretty clear that Coach Landry and her booth mates aren’t going to have their breasts glowing with pleasure before they get the death sentence!”

“That’s a shame on all counts, I think, wife of mine,” Hank replied while grinning happily.  “It’s much more fun for all involved if the sow in the booth really regrets the loss she’s about to feel as her ta tas become toast!  Any chance for seconds, Bill?”

“I second that request, Bill!” Oliver interjected with a loud chuckle, before dryly adding, “As for the girls in the debreasting booths, I can’t feel sorry for them.  They knew what they were in for when they agreed to be part of the party!”

“You’re learning our customs well, Oliver,” Bill Jennings replied with a grin on his face.  “A male should never be sorry to see a girl become partly or fully meat.  Speaking of meat, Cheryl, you are the nightclub manager now.  What do you say to Hank and Oliver’s request?”

“Diana’s breasts are most delicious boss,” Cheryl declared with a friendly smile on her face as she held the remnant of her sandwich before her face, “and that’s coming from someone who rarely partakes of the fatty meat.  I’d like to munch on another sandwich as well.  However, nightclub rules say that the person who harvests the breast bacon for kitchen use…I guess that would be you in this case, Sir…gets one sandwich per person sitting at their table, and the rest of the meat…in this case a lot…goes to Final Fantasy’s profit margin.  Sorry boys, but what you’ve got is all the scrumptious Amazon meat you’re going to get.  Diana, I think right now, you should be very glad to have heard what Bill told these men about you tourists’ assets.  Even clitless, these boys have to be coveting that fillet of yours after tasting your delectable breasts!” 

The combined reserved tables broke into laughter as the saw the melded look of intense pride, embarrassment, and consternation fill the Princess’s face.  Then Diana grinned and stuck the final bite of her own sandwich into her mouth, chewed, and washed it down with Lactic Blaster, before acknowledging, “As the rumors of my tribe’s tasty meat cuts have proven to be true, friend Cheryl, I am truly pleased at friend Bill’s having vouchsafed my assets, outside of Club X.  As I am in no rush to feel the bite of the headsman’s axe, I will be very careful not to visit what sounds otherwise to be a most interesting establishment.  Where is Kaori?   Surely she does not wish to see me die of thirst!”

“Slapped!” Janet hollered excitedly as she stared out to the debreasting booths from within which mechanical sounds now issued along with moans of fearful regret.  “The Oriental girl did the deadly deed after giving those big D-cups very little pleasuring!  Those girls are already moaning in orgasmatron-induced pleasure, and the fun hasn’t even started yet!”

“Does anyone know if that Oriental bitch ever takes a debreasting booth…without her husband guarding those tasty looking C-cups?” Dinah asked as she giggled excitedly.  “I might like to make her pay for disrespecting those girls’ breasts!”

“Miss Serena’s husband is with her tonight, Miss Dinah,” Cheryl replied softly as she popped the last of her sandwich in her mouth.  “So she’ll end up guarded if she does do one of her rare booth stints.  She usually harvests two or three sets of breast bacon lumps per visit without taking a booth, but occasionally she’ll show up sans the evening dress and husband and go for a pleasure beam fix hoping no one will know her papered status.  We’ll add her Grade-A C-cups to our profit margin, eventually!  On that dreary note, I’m off to put those blonde sisters to work stowing the Balance Beam Joust game equipment.  However, first I’ll get Kaori out here to quench Diana’s thirst.”

“Dinah, I thought you said you wanted to ruin a prideful girl’s set of double D’s,” Wanda pointed out with a wicked grin on her face as she watched Cheryl make her way to the kitchen.

Dinah followed Wanda’s eyes as they stared past the blonde facilities manager to Maura, standing naked at the end of the counter as she watched the ongoing debreasting booth game with turgid nipples tipping her huge, slightly droopy DD’s.  Dinah grinned at the sight of the hazel-eyed blonde with a fine featured face framed by a medium-length bob cut.

“I’m pretty sure it’s the snippers being deployed that are making those sounds,” Janet chortled excitedly as she sought to cover up her and Wanda’s sneakiness.  “I’ve heard that wicked double-cut equipment deployed from up close on two occasions!  If they’re set on dead slow, it might be a while before my suspicions are confirmed though.  The girls in the booths don’t seem to mind getting the minimum pleasure beam intensity for an extended time, though.  Between the orgasmatron emitters and the breast pampering they are all finally getting, they look and sound quite happy!”

“I think your right, Janet!” Wanda declared as she giggled gleefully.  “I heard Coach Taft tell Coach Sacrino that he wished Darlene had picked the snippers, as they were his favorite weapon to use on big breasts.  As the debreasting booth’s height adjuster centers your breasts in the debreasting portals, the snippers are also one of the debreasting methods that will achieve the simultaneous deflation of those breast balloons that Coach Landry said she and Coach Taft wanted to manage.” 

“That means Sue, here, will get to see what would have happened to her tender D-cups had the Coaches’ first set of dates been a split second faster hitting debreast buttons,” Hank Pym chortled gleefully as he glanced from the debreasting portals to his blonde tablemate’s face.  “Judging from how long and loudly Sue sighed in ecstasy as she waited to have her ta tas pinched off, the snippers must be a pretty painful debreasting method.”  Hank grinned as he stuffed the last of his Amazon sandwich into his mouth,

Sue blushed badly as the men around her laughed at her, and then spat, “Be nice, Henry Pym!  You know my lack of composure during my first debreasting booth stint was due to an inappropriate attitude.  I let myself want to avoid being debreasted tonight too darned much!  I did better during my second booth stint, didn’t I?  Snippers and scissors set on dead slow have the same orgasmatron beam intensity setting.  Isn’t that right, Bill?”

“Yes, Sue, that is correct,” Bill replied as he chuckled softly at the blushing blonde.  “God I do love you girls’ unique approaches to life.  Do you see what I mean now, Tyler?”

“Yes, Bill, I do,” Tyler admitted with a chuckle of his own.  “I’ll even admit that I believe these girls would be enjoying themselves in those debreasting booths without the advantage of a Chula device.”

“Sue, you, Wanda, and Janet have been debreasted several times already, haven’t you?” Ted asked with a grin on his face.  “What methods have you tried, and which was your favorite…so far.  Bill seems to be pretty sure you’ll be donating breast meat to the worldwide food chain on a rather regular basis for a long time to come.”

“You go first, Wanda,” Sue urged softly as she blushed badly.  “You got us into this mess!”   

“I’ve been debreasted three times, Ted,” Wanda announced in a whispered voice.  “Once…back home…and twice here.  Guillotine, razor-wire loops, and debreasting nooses.  As two of those debreastings were forced on me and without the benefit of an orgasmatron emitter, it’s easy for me to say that my debreasting booth game with Tyler as I gave my D-cups to the razor-wire loops was my favorite so far.  However, Tyler, you are wrong in thinking we would come here if we didn’t have the Chula device, and Ted, although I do hope to continue visiting this…city…with my friends, our donations to the worldwide food chain may not be as regular as Bill might hope.  I don’t want us girls to become pleasure beam junkies!  Janet?”

“There they are!” Janet squealed excitedly.  “You can see glints of steel at the tops of the debreasting portals and under the swooping B-cups as well!  The drapes of the bigger boobs are hiding the lower blades!  It won’t be long before those girls, starting with Tiffany, get their pleasure beam intensity abruptly upped.  They know it too.  You can hear fearful groans mixing in with the moans of pleasure!  Three times, Ted…slicer, hot dogger, and Spanish spiders…and my favorite one is always going to be the most recent one.  I’m not sucking up to Andy either.  I’m just that kind of girl.  You see, girls in our profession have to be pain sluts and sex whores who grave degradation, and while I love sex and don’t mind degradation, I’m the queen of pain sluts.  I’ll come here for as long and often as Wanda wants, but I’ll never come back the minute she stops wanting.  You’ve stalled as long as you can, Sue.  Let’s hear it!”

“I’ve been debreasted twice now, Ted,” Sue announced in a hushed voice with embarrassment on her face.  “The fact that I returned to Final Fantasy a second time, aided and abetted by an urge to visit Club X, and now a third, should tell you that I find the melding of pleasure and pain to be an exciting sensation despite the fact that I am nowhere near as numb to pain as Janet or Wanda.  That I feel that way scares the hell out of me, and explains why I need to prove to myself that I can enjoy winning the booth games and going home whole.  Yes, this…city…and the way I react to it scares the hell out of me, but I’ll also keep coming here with Wanda for as long as she likes…so long as the Chula device is still functioning.  My favorite booth stint was with you and the double-cut lasers, Ted, and those sordid tales of sexually sensuous games at Club X.  However, I found the razor-wire loops that took my boobies the second time to be a more interesting debreasting method, hence my adventurous debreasting menu settings tonight.”

“Damn, it really blows to be the only debreasting virgin at the table, Ollie!” Dinah quipped gleefully.  “After hearing these three girls telling about the all the fun they had, I can’t wait to get my tits off my chest!”

“Well, that long and scary process of agony mixing with ecstasy has just started for Tiffany, Dinah!” Janet announced with obvious joy over the loud triple sighs of climax emanating from booth 3.  “Look, there’s a thin red line of blood along the upper base of her chest, and probably another under the droop of her boob.  You can’t really tell yet, but that sharp steel is beginning to peel breast from chest.  I like this debreasting method!  Why haven’t you tried it yet, Wanda?”

“I’ve only been in a debreasting booth twice, Janet,” Wanda replied with obvious irritation,  “As we are trying to not get debreasted tonight, I thought laser beam slicer from below was a more conservative choice during my first booth stint tonight.  However, I also find the snippers to be an attractive debreasting method.  Tell you what, I’ll offer my girls to the snippers during my third booth stint tonight!”

“Well gosh dang then, I guess I better pay more attention to this preview of witchy’s double mastectomy tonight,” Oliver Queen teased with a smile on his face as he watched Kaori begin distributing a new round of drinks, and removing those glasses and plates that were empty.  “I also think we better slow down on the drinking.  That way Wanda can better remember the pain as she ponies up body parts, and we can remember watching her balloons getting slowly pinched off.”

“Speak for yourself, Oliver,” Diana tetchily declared, before she more pleasantly continued with, “and thank you for the drinks, Kaori.  Friends Tyler, Ted, and Andy, you have not quite finished with your sandwiches.  Have you come to decide my tribe’s meat is not so succulent after all?”

“It’s not that, Diana,” Bill Jennings interjected with a smile on his face.  “I told Tyler that he and the boys could visit and then return to the Coaches’ table when their sandwiches were gone.  I’m afraid they took me literally, and the bites of sandwiches remain on their plates so they can continue to enjoy you tourists’ company.  Don’t worry guys! We’ll leave the tables pushed together until the balloon popping party is over.”

“Well, it’s going to be a while before THAT happens, Bill,” Janet chortled joyfully, “those snippers are closing at a nearly imperceptible rate.  However, listen for it,” Janet giggled as a triple sigh of climax issued from booth 2, “your squeeze, Coach Harikito, just joined the short list of girls with leaking balloons.  She’ll get company from the other two sets of C-cups shortly.  By the way, part of the reason for the unabashed pleasure emanating from the booths out there is no doubt due to relief…if Coach Taft had added the declit sub-option to the debreasting options menu, we’d be seeing the viewing screens by now while the force field rings began their clitoris stretching on Tiffany.”

“You are one fine bunch of loony birds, Janet!” Andy Summers observed as he shook his head.  “While you girls seem to think getting your bacon poached is a regular riot, I guarantee that isn’t the case for most of those girls over in those booths.  I have a sister that got herself debreasted, remember?”

“I’m sorry for your sister’s loss, Andy?” Wanda said softly as she stared at the professional football star.  “If you spend enough time here at Final Fantasy, you come to conclude that most of the debreasted girls do not seem to find the experience to be a devastating disaster.  Do you know what debreasting method your sister chose to have her donations accepted with?”

“She had her perfect C-cups buzz sawed off her chest, Wanda,” Andy said softly in a quivering voice.  “I’ve spent some time talking to her since discussing this with Janet at Club X last week.  Part of the reason she feels so hurt is that the girlfriend who talked her into doing the booth stint is the one that slapped her debreast button and poached her bacon.  By the way, given your Chula device, don’t you think you’re the last one who should be judging what other girls are feeling about their debreasting experiences?”

“We now pause for a brief intermission in this testy discussion,” Janet interjected with a grin on her face.  “Listen for it!”  Her grin broadened as she heard the Tolula gasp in orgasm and Coach Landry cry out, “Oh my God! I can feel razor sharp steel pressing into my…OH! AH! UHHUH!  GO DRAGONS!”  The chattering audience roared with laughter, applause, and cheering as Janet hollered.  “That’s four sets of leaking balloons and once smaller set waiting for the popping pin!”

“Ignore Janet, everyone,” Wanda sighed in embarrassment as she watched the ongoing debreastings.  “Andy is right, in her case at least.  She is a loony bird.  Andy, you are also right about me.  I am jaded in my judgment regarding the debreasting experience, despite the fact that the first time I was debreasted, I didn’t know about the Chula device and thought my injuries permanent.  Tell me, how would you feel about the partial donations made to the worldwide food chain here at Final Fantasy if it and similar establishments had tissue regenerators installed near the building entrance?  What if the girls could make their donations and return home whole, as me and my friends do?”

“If that were possible, Wanda, I would encourage, no require, every girl to make weekly donations,” Andy replied with a look of consternation on his face.  “However, until that miracle happens, I’ll do my best to keep the rest of my sisters from visiting these debreasting establishments.  No offense, Bill.”

“None taken, Andy,” Bill Jennings replied softly.  “I keep my own daughters well informed about the temptations that are found in debreasting nightclubs.  Wanda, if the Chula technology could be synthesized, serious pressure would be taken off of the worldwide food chain, and I would be an incredibly rich man.  Do keep me in mind when the time comes to patent the device!”

“That won’t happen, Bill,” Hank interjected with a frown on his face as he gave the debreasting portals most of his attention.  “The micro-technology of the one device that was recovered from an alien space wreck is too minute to study, and some of the metals used in the construction do not occur on this planet.  Wanda shouldn’t get anyone’s hopes up, and keep in mind that our prototype could wear out or run out of power at any time.  She and her friends could easily end up permanently flat-chested at the end of one of her girls’ nights out!”

“Just listen to those girls sigh in orgasmic pleasure out there!” Janet Van Dyne chortled gleefully.  “Four out of five of those sows are feeling their puppies getting fed razor sharp steel, and have nice red lines marking the parting skin.  Tiffany’s steel must be buried at least an inch into her breast meat from both above and below, yet, from the sounds she’s making, she’s loving it.  Watch closely and listen well husband, and seek enlightenment.  I don’t want to give up my curvy figure, but the thought that I MIGHT end up permanently flat-chested isn’t going to stop me from doing what those girls are doing now!  When the day comes and I don’t have breasts any longer, are you going to divorce me?  Could you?  Could you give up my patented blow jobs just because I don’t have chest ornaments to play with?”

“Of course I wouldn’t divorce you because you didn’t have breasts, Janet,” Hank replied with a grin on his face as her stared out at the debreasting booths.  “I like your breasts a lot, but I love YOU dearly.  I was just laying out reality so that you girls won’t feel totally crushed if that day comes to pass.  Besides, it would be hypocritical for me to say I disapprove of you girls’ enjoyment of the debreasting booth game.  I’m enjoying the hell out of watching girls, especially tablemates, getting themselves debreasted.  Oh, yeah!  The swooping B-cups are about to join the party!”  Hank grinned as orgasmic sighs began issuing from booth 4.

“Yes, Hailey’s breasts are beginning to be cut now, Hank,” Sue acknowledged as she nodded out to the debreasting portals, “and she no longer sounds like the reluctant sow she was when her name was pulled from Tiffany’s glass.  Bill, and I don’t want to sound disrespectful when I ask this, but are we going to hear a different spiel a few weeks from now in your dairy?  The other day in the dairy, you did yourself quite proud as you made the concept of partial donation, especially partial donations made at a debreasting booth nightclub, sound very attractive to both the high school and college girls.  With your daughter in the audience, will you be telling a different story?  Will you be teaching the girls how to avoid the temptations of debreasting clubs?”

“No, Sue,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle, “you’ll pretty much hear the same spiel and watch a bunch of teachers, role models for my daughter and her fellow students, climax in ecstasy as they make their partial donations…well at least the lucky ones who get to stand over orgasmatron emitters.  I said I keep my daughters informed regarding the temptations to be found in debreasting clubs, not that I discourage them from giving into those temptations and making partial donations.  I’m okay with my adult daughters playing debreasting booth games, as long as it is not at Final Fantasy, and so long as they know it will cost them the chance of getting papers and continuing my lineage.  I don’t even discourage them from spending Saturday nights at Club X.  I’m fine with doing my part to contribute girls to the worldwide food chain.  The fact that Susie will be volunteering as a live roaster at the Club X picnic a few days after that dairy day should prove the truth of my words, Sue.”

“As should the fact that Mr. Jennings requires loving wives and efficient employees to visit Club X and play death games for his entertainment, Sue,” Cheryl interjected from behind the nightclub owner’s chair with a pleasant smile on her face.  “Mr. Jennings is very good at fulfilling a very important male role in this society…contributing meat to the worldwide food chain.  Speaking of meat, Sir, those blonde sisters took the job but don’t want to start right away.  They want to do a booth stint first, knowing that they won’t be able to voluntarily do so once they’re officially waitresses.  While I know how you feel about beam junkies working for us, Sir, I told them they could, if they took booths as soon as the Game room reopens.  We need the spare fillets tonight, Sir, but I’ll retract the job offer if you want.”  Cheryl smiled as her boss shook his head, and hurried into the kitchen.

“Look at those tender melons getting split down there, Dinah,” Oliver said with a grin on his face as he nodded to the debreasting portals, “and listen to those gasps of pain and sighs of climax.  Don’t you think you should fill a booth as soon as one comes open too, and give that a try yourself?”

“Golly, Ollie, I sure do think I should give that a try,” Dinah replied with a giggle as she grinned out at the debreasting booths, “as soon as I’m up three sets to one.  Be patient, stud-o-mine, you’ll get to see my chest wrecked soon enough!”

“Wow, you girls sure do have a rather fanatical fascination with debreasting,” Ted Stevens interjected as he finished the last of his Amazon sandwich.  “Well, most of you have owned up to what your favorite debreasting method is.  What would be your least favorite method to make a partial donation with?”

“’Tis a most profound question, friend Ted,” Princess Diana declared with a grin on her face, “for friend Bill and I were discussing the possibility, should I return another day as I was when I arrived this day, of us girls drawing names and selecting debreasting methods for the girl we drew.  Then we girls might get that least favorite debreasting method we are about to disclose.  For me it would be the mechanical crocodiles friend Bill is soon to invent that would render the breasts into cold meat one bite at a time, slowly or quickly and in small chunks or large.  May we not have this lottery among ourselves, friend Wanda, if friend Bill allows us to arrive after his nightly lottery, though we must all still do three booth stints each?”

“It’s hard to believe that Bill actually condoned our not risking full conversions in his lottery, Diana,” Wanda replied softly with a frown on her face, “even given the near certainty that he would collect almost all our breast bacon.  I’m beginning to understand that trying to avoid the risk the lottery brings is the worst thing we can do.  No, Diana, we’ll not be drawing names and selecting each others debreasting methods.”

“Why not, Wanda?” Wonder Woman asked tersely. 

“Because we’d all be giving each other’s breasts to the wringer, Diana,” Janet chortled gleefully, “and I’m the only one of us who MIGHT enjoy that.  Ted, the guillotine would be my least favorite debreasting method.  Over too quick….” Janet paused and grinned as staccato sighs of pain-tinged pleasure rang out almost simultaneously from the five debreasting booths.  “Ah, another step up in orgasmatron beam intensity.  Tiffany’s half popped!  None of those breast balloons have that much air left in them.” 

“I don’t think I’d like to try the hot dogger, Ted,” Dinah declared with a giggle.  “I’m not much into electricity!  Diana, instead of drawing names, you could draw debreasting methods.  Then donating your breasts would seem less consensual, yet it wouldn’t break Wanda’s rule number one.”

“No, Dinah and Diana, I want things to stay as they are,” Sue interjected with a frown on her face.  “I want to be in as much control of my fate as possible.  Frankly, a lot of the debreasting methods aren’t attractive to me.  Janet’s right about us giving each other’s breast to the wringer, but I think the debreasting method that frightens me the most is the knife.  The kitchen side player can do anything they want to you!”  Sue shivered as she pushed the last of her Diana sandwich into her mouth.

“Which sounds fun to me, Sue!” Dinah chortled with an ear-to-ear smile on her face.

“Which brings us back to the reason we come here to play the debreasting booth game, Dinah,” Wanda pointed out with a wry grin on her face.  “We’re here to have fun!  Our current way of doing that is to risk having our breasts harvested in a manner we find attractive, while hoping we go home whole.  Now, while I personally think I’ll be climaxing hard regardless of the debreasting method used on me, just like those five girls out there getting their girls pinched off now are, I would prefer to send MY girls to the kitchen uncooked and in one piece each.  That said, I plan on trying a different method from the menu every time I’m here.  In answer to your question, Ted, the last debreasting method I try, as the menu now stands, will be the wringer.  I doubt I’ll ever get to that, as Bill is very good at putting new methods on the menu.”

“That is why Final Fantasy is the number one venue when it comes to debreasting booth nightclubs, Wanda,” Bill Jennings acknowledged with a chuckle as he grinned broadly and watched Kaori clear the empty plates after placing yet another Lactic Blaster before Diana.  “I work hard at coming up with new debreasting techniques, intermission contests, and execution methods for my lottery winners.  Later, Hank and Ollie, I will be picking your brains.  However, for now, the Coaches and their crews deserve our undivided attention.”

Yes, they do, Bill,” Sue replied softly as she stared out at the debreasting portals with fascination on her face, “I think all of those sows are about seventy-five percent of the way to becoming breastless girls.  You can hear more undertones of agony in the moans of pleasure now.  The razor sharp edges of those snipper blades have started to cut into the nerve clusters in the core of their breast bases; nerves that mostly lead to their sensitive nipples, while some are distributed around their breast skin.  With both the laser beam slicers and the razor-wire loops, this was the point where I really began to regret my debreastings!”

“I would have thought regret would set in the minute you felt blood on your ribcage, Sue,” Oliver observed dryly with a wry grin on his face.  “Although I admit, while there’s a lot of red on those lower blades out there, none of those girls seem to be bleeding THAT badly.”

“No major arteries lead to the breasts, Oliver,” Bill pointed out softly.  “The internal thoracic artery supplies blood the breasts, after branching at the sternum, and the rate of blood flow through the branches is low.  My clean-up crew has no problem keeping both the dance floor and booth interiors clean of blood, and none of the bacon donators are in any serious danger of bleeding to death.  Most of my competitors don’t even provide bandages coated with pain killers, antiseptics, and coagulants, and a booth attendant to put them on the debreasted girls’ chests.  I do provide the service as, occasionally, a competitor’s patron will go home drunk, skipping the recommended trip to an instant-care facility, and end up bleeding to death.”

“Woo hoo!” Janet spat jovially as she watched the kitchen side players all join in a game of grabbing the sows’ nipples and waggling the nearly severed breasts.  “Look at how loose those breasts are on those sows’ chests.  The air is really rushing out of those five sets of balloons now!”

“Yeah, well the sows don’t seem to be TOO worried about it, darling,” Hank replied with a silly grin on his face.  “All five of those girls seem to be cumming hard!  Wanda, aren’t you going to regret not having nipples to get your big breasts wiggled with later tonight?  You’re still going to get yourself docked at the start of your debreasting, right?”

“Yes, Hank, I am going to set my debreasting options to include ‘allow nipple docking’” Wanda admitted as she giggled nervously.  “However, if I fail to win my third debreasting booth game, it won’t be the waggling to show me how close I am to being breastless that will worry me.  I’ll have got past the worst part of the experience, which I expect will be the nipple dockings themselves.  With the core rich cluster of nerves leading to my tender turrets, that Sue spoke of, I suspect getting my nipples docked will hurt like hell!”

“You bet it will, Wanda!” Janet proclaimed with a wicked grin on her face.  “I know because the meat slicer does a girl’s nipples first.  You are going to get the chance to prove your pain slut status! Oh my Go…POPPED!”  Janet pointed out to the debreasting booths where all five sets of breast bacon had come loose to become jiggling bacon in the kitchen-side players’ hands.  “Those balloons all ran out of air at exactly the same time, and the girls in the debreasting booths don’t even know it yet, despite their booth restraints having popped open!  Look at the ecstasy on their faces as they sigh in climax.”

Dinah laughed loudly as the two male coaches and three alumni turned and heaved variously sized bacon lumps into the air while the nightclub audience roared with excitement.  Then, as they turned and held the dangling breasts before the booth windows, the sighs of climax came to an abrupt end as looks of surprise and horror filled the female Coaches’ and cheerleaders’ faces.  “Well, they know it now, Janet!  Look, Coach Landry and Coach Harikito are grinning now!  They enjoyed getting themselves debreasted just like you did.  Hey, what did Coach Landry just say?”

“She said, ‘Coach Taft, wait there, we’ll be right out’, Dinah,” Oliver replied dryly to his blonde girlfriend as Bill Jennings stood and stepped out onto the dance floor.  “With any luck those breastless coaches and cheerleaders will be in such a hurry to celebrate getting their balloons popped, they’ll forget to put their bottoms back on!”

“’Tis a most interesting thought to be coming from you, friend Oliver,” Princess Diana observed with a smirk on her face.  “For to send five more live roasters out onto the patio and over its roasting pits would most certainly delay you and friend Hank’s dinner plans.”  Diana’s smirk became a grin as her fellow heroines joined her in laughter.  “However, it would appear you will not starve due to the luck you sought,” the Amazon’s grin morphed into a friendly smile as she nodded to the Game room door, “for although the breastless girls did forsaken chest wound bandages, they do indeed wear bottoms.  Now, let us hear friend Bill’s words.”

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great honor to present the participants in this final event of the evening to celebrate Metropolitan University’s rare double gymnastics tournament championship,” Bill Jennings said as he held his hands out towards Coach Taft and Coach Sacrino and the three alumni who were holding severed breasts, and the five breastless girls who had just reached the edge of the dance floor.  “Let’s have each of you girls stand just in front of your debreastor.  Then, let’s have each of you debreastors hold the breast bacon you poached from the girl in front of you before her chest wounds.  I want these debreasted girls to get one more good look at the breasts they surrendered for this audience’s entertainment.”

Bill watched as the men and girls quickly moved to form the double lineup as he requested, while the cleanup-crew went to work on wiping down both sides of The Wall.  He noted the tears on Hailey’s face, and the pride that beamed from the other four debreasted girls.  He smiled and asked loudly, “What did you think about your balloon popping party, Coach Landry?”

“I thought it came off without a hitch, Bill,” Sally yelled loudly back.  “It was the second most exciting thing to ever happen to me…god I climaxed hard when I realized Coach Taft had spared our sex lives.  This was the second best day of my life…second only to being part of a double gymnastics tournament championship.  GO DRAGONS!”  Sally Landry grinned from ear to ear as the audience roared with applause, and then stared at the breasts being held before her with more than a little consternation.

“How about you, Coach Harikito?” Bill asked loudly, and then chuckled as the lovely Oriental girl was forced to end her stare at her own breasts with fascination on her face.  “Did you enjoy being part of this special balloon popping party to celebrate Coach Taft, Sacrino, and Landry’s big wins, Meredith?”

“What can I say, Bill, the party ROCKED ICE HOT!” the cheerleading coach proclaimed loudly with a grin on her face.  “GO DRAGONS!  Listen up ladies!  If you haven’t tried one of these debreasting booths, you are MISSING OUT!  I’ve never came so hard and so long in my life.  I can only imagine how wonderful the orgasmatron beams would have felt if my donations hadn’t been accepted.  BYE BYE BREASTS, AND HERE COMES THE BACON!  What do you say, girls?”

            As the three cheerleaders staring at their severed breasts with varying degrees of forlornness or outright remorse realized their coach had turned to face them, they screamed in unison, “GO DRAGONS!”

            “What did you think about your balloon popping party, Coach Taft?” Bill Jennings asked loudly with a grin on his face.

            “It was a blast, Bill,” Coach Taft declared with a broad grin on his face as he chuckled loudly, “but, as Coach Landry said, not even close to the joy of being part of a double tournament championship, despite the added benefit of getting to kill an uppity colleague’s breasts.  Can we have some more fun, Bill?  How about a five girl Jessica riding party to celebrate that rare double win?”

            “Sorry, Coach,” Bill replied calmly and loudly with a friendly smile on his face, “but in another couple of seconds, except for the fillets you and Paul will be munching on not that long from now, I’ll have to declare that this special night of celebration at Final Fantasy has come to an end and get back to business as usual.  I hope everyone stays for as long as they can, because business as usual is a real blast at Final Fantasy.  I hope my female customers did her Meredith’s ringing endorsement of my debreasting booth game.  Now, let’s put the ceremonies behind us while I still have my voice.  Let’s hear it one more time, cheerleaders, with the audience joining in.  WHAT DO YOU SAY, GIRLS?”

            “GO DRAGONS!” boomed through the nightclub loudly enough to rattle dishes and glasses.  Then the room filled with raucous cheering and applause.

            Bill stepped over to the double lineup and shook the Coach Taft and Sacrino’s hands, as they each pinched two nipples with their left hands, before suggesting, “You coaches and alumni might want to get those bacon lumps to the kitchen for processing.  Tiffany, Hailey, and Tolula, go back into the Game room and have Jane, the booth attendant, bandage your wounds.  Sally and Meredith, follow me to my office so I can do the same for you.  Cheryl will be getting you two a taxi.  Where do you want to be taken after you get your skin grafts?”  Bill turned and began to follow the cheerleaders towards the Game room.

            “Sally and I will be going to my appartment, Bill,” Meredith replied as she and the brunette Head Coach turn to follow while a hovering Cheryl hurried back towards the kitchen communications facility.  “As we left the debreasting booths, stunned at not having been neutered, we decided we should show our thanks by treating each other’s clits to serious tongue baths.”

            “That sounds like a great way to cap a great celebration, Meredith,” Bill declared with a chuckle as he pulled open the Game room door and gave the patiently waiting sisters a knowing smile.  He watched the two coaches step through the door, and then turned to face the buzzing audience, as he called out, “Ladies, I’m pleased to announce the Game room is now open for the rest of the night.  Come on girls, when it comes to debreasting booth fun, you only get as good as you give.  Will tonight be your lucky night, girls?” 

Bill grinned as he heard wild cheering and then groaned as he stepped through the door and heard a newly familiar voice call out, “As the debreasting booths are empty, I’d like the blonde potential menu-item waitress to fill one so I can wreck her big double-D’s,” followed by and even more familiar voice calling out, “You too, Carol, although I just plan on talking to you for a minute.”  Bill Jennings muttered with a scowl on his face, “Those damn superheroine time tourists!  They’ll put me in the poorhouse if they keep this up!”  The nightclub owner angrily pulled the Game room door closed and hurried towards his office.

 

Chapter 33. Caught in the Claws of the Black Canary

 

            “Let’s go wait for the waitresses at the Game room door, Dinah,” Wanda Maximoff suggested with a grin on her face as she stood from her chair.  “With any luck, our presence might discourage any other bacon hunters from scoping out Tricia and her sisters’ C-cups.  I need those girls whole so they can volunteer as foxhunt foxes a week from Wednesday night.  Actually, to be honest, I’m hoping to arrange things so Carol leaves the Game room whole as well, so that Maura’s pension is the only addition to the negative column in Bill’s accounting ledger.  He’ll be peeved enough at us as it is!”

            “Bill Jennings is roasting one of my teammates in a turkey oven, Wanda,” Dinah pointed out with unexpected rancor, “and he arranged for Ollie to take the blame for that happening.  I could care less about that man’s profit margin.  If Bill doesn’t like my taking advantage of his nightclub rules to debreast a big-titted waitress, he can go fuck himself!”  The ponytailed blonde hurried away while the big-breasted Avenger stood beside her chair slack jawed.

            “Wow!” Wanda muttered softly before turning back to her tablemates.  “I sure didn’t see that coming.  Listen, Andy, Tyler, and Ted, I know you’re expected to rejoin the coaches now.  However, why don’t you stick around for just a few more minutes until I get back?  I’d like to say goodnight, and I’m sure Bill won’t mind.”  Wanda watched as the three men smiled and nodded, and then hurried towards the Game room door.

 

            “Here they come now,” Dinah spat with obvious emotion as she nodded to the gap at the end of the kitchen counter, “I want Maura in booth 1 so that everyone can have a great view of my ruining those big milk bags she’s wearing!”

            “Okay, Dinah, why don’t you let me set this up for you while you try to get back into a more playful mood,” Wanda suggested softly as she locked her blue eyes with Dinah’s.  “I hadn’t realized how much anger had been building up in you.  Just remember that none of this is Maura’s fault…heck, Colleen said this is her first night on the job…and that it is up to you to make what is likely her first, as well as her last, debreasting booth game a pleasant memory.”  Wanda watched as Dinah slowly nodded and then grinned from ear to ear.

            “Excuse me, Miss Wanda,” Carol said softly with concern-filled brown eyes as she and the shivering, hazel-eyed blonde reached the group of girls gathered before the Game room door, “but I was told that you and your tablemate asked for me and Maura to fill the empty debreasting booths.  Are you going to poach our breast bacon?”

            “Yes, Carol,” Wanda replied with a friendly smile on her face as she glanced from one nude waitress to the other, “we asked you two waitresses to fill debreasting booths, and are going to pop at least one set of breast balloons…and possible both of you waitresses’ nice sized sets.  Keep that in mind as you set your debreasting options.  I’d rather not see either of you go home regretting a boring partial donation to the worldwide food chain.  As you can see from the C-cups the sisters behind you carry, there will be no hiding who is who, so you might as well set your booth windows to two-way transparency.  Maura, Dinah is going to play with your big double D’s, and she wants you in booth 1.  You’ll have more fun if you comply with her request.  Carol, you take booth 2.  Tricia, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like you in booth 3.  I want to talk to both you and Carol.  That leaves Jill and Tina in booths 4 and 5.  In you go girls.  It’s time to have some debreasting booth game fun!”

            “Just do as you were told, Maura,” Carol hissed as she pulled open the Game room door and pushed the huge breasted waitress through it, “Miss Dinah is either going to pluck those big melons off your chest or she’s going to tease you into thinking she might.  You shouldn’t be working at Final Fantasy if you can’t bring yourself to enjoy both possibilities.  Now fill booth 1!”

            Dinah giggled as she watched, through the slowly closing Game room door, the nude blonde hurry towards the debreasting booths while the dark-skinned waitress paused to wait for the three blonde sisters to dump their bottoms.  “Thanks, Wanda, I’m in a better mood already.  I’ll give Maura some nice breast pleasuring before wrecking her big double D’s while pretending they belong to a pompous princess.”

            “You do that, Dinah,” Wanda said softly with a smile on her face.  “In fact, I’d like to see you have Maura’s breasts glowing with pleasure as you take her right up to the final minute of her booth stint…unless it looks like someone is about to hit the debreast button on one of those sisters’ booths.  If that happens, I want you to do Maura earlier, hoping the distraction will save whichever sister is in danger of being debreasted.  It’s in me, Janet, and Sue’s best interests to have those three in that foxhunt we’ll be kidnapped into joining!”

            “Well, I wish I could join you, but I promised Ollie this would be my only trip to this female nightmare world and male paradise,” Dinah replied with a giggle.  “You should take one of the heroines who don’t rely on metahuman powers along with you.  Imagine the surprise on those foxhunter’s faces when they run into a girl that can kick their butts!  I can have Batgirl or Huntress give you a call.”

            “Please do, Dinah!” Wanda declared with a smile on her face.  “It might be a problem if I show up at the rendezvous point with my own party being one girl short.  Jason Carlson strikes me as a very dangerous man.  Speaking of danger, let’s get over to the debreasting portals before someone else notices the new breast bacon up for grabs.”

            Wanda flashed Maura an apologetic smile as she walked past booth 1 to stand before booth 2’s transparent booth window.  “Hi Carol,”  the big-breasted Avenger chirped with a friendly smile on her face as she weighed a light-brownish-tipped slightly swooping D-cup in the palm of each hand, “we almost got to talk this way at the start of the evening, before Cheryl agreed to take your place in the debreasting booth.  Tell me about yourself, and your career at Final Fantasy…after Dinah introduces herself to Maura.”

            “Hi, Maura, I’m Dinah,” Dinah chortled with an ear-to-ear grin on her face as she hefted the waitress’s huge slightly drooping brownish-pink-tipped DD-cups upwards in the debreasting portals.  “Good gosh, these are some really nice melons you’re offering up for kitchen use.  I heard this was your first day at Final Fantasy.  Have you ever played the debreasting booth game before?”

            “Yes…Dinah…this is…my…first…night at…Final Fantasy,” the obviously frightened blonde stammered as tears flowed from her hazel eyes, “and…no…I’ve never…been in a…debreasting booth…before?  I find…the thought of…losing…my beautiful…boobies…horrifying!”

            “Well, if that’s the way you feel, Maura,” Dinah teased with an impish grin on her face, “you sure picked a strange place to work.  Sooner or later…well obviously sooner…you are sure to earn a pension in one of these joints.  Look at the bright side, in ten minutes or so, the possibility that you might lose these big melons won’t be worrying you any longer, and the nice big cum you just had will have more than made up for the less pleasant sensations that come with getting your bacon poached.  Why don’t I start my breast pleasuring now, while Carol answers Wanda’s questions?  I want these huge knockers of yours positively glowing with pleasure before I slowly kill them!”  Dinah shrugged her shoulders as she heard sobbing coming out of booth 1 while she lowered her lips to a turgid left nipple.

            “Pull yourself together, Maura,” Carol urged softly with a look of embarrassment on her pretty face, “it’s only a pair of chest ornaments, damn it.  You could be in Kaori and Colleen’s shoes, and waiting to do a horizontal pole dance around a meat skewer over hot coals.  Sorry about that, Miss Wanda.  Mr. Jennings should probably use a psych evaluation to screen applicants for waitressing.  There’s nothing unusual about me.  Just like every other girl, I’m just trying to get by until my number comes up in The Lottery.  That trying got a whole lot easier when I found this great paying job at Final Fantasy.  I’ve been doing this for five weeks, but I was on the second shift crew, working Tuesday and Wednesday nights and the weekend brunches until this week.  This is my third debreasting booth stint, so I know the drill.  I’ll sing in climax for you regardless of whether you slap my debreast button.  Are you going to pop my big balloons, Wanda?”

            “Well, Carol,” Wanda replied with a mischievous grin on her face, “that depends on what you chose for your debreasting options.  I’m a little busy, but I certainly have time to guillotine those girls off of your chest!”  Wanda smiled and leaned toward the computer screen just to the right of the transparent booth window while she slowly reached for the Carol’s debreast button with her right hand, eliciting a gasp of fear from the dark-skinned sow.  “Broiler on dead slow!  That sounds like a painful…and smelly…way to get your bacon poached.”

            “Yeah, well I like pain, and a good portion of Final Fantasy’s patrons don’t like to smell broiling breasts right up close,” Carol said with a chuckle.  “I did say this was my third time in a debreasting booth.  Still, I know that sooner or later I’ll get my boobies broiled or ride Jessica.  Now, what say you do a little nipple suckling while you decide whether you’re a broiler fan?  It sounds like your friend has Maura feeling better about her future.”

            “Yep!” Black Canary spat as she pulled her lips off of a turgid right nipple while she watched the Scarlet Witch bend and begin suckling the tip of the black waitress’s left D-cup.  “This fair-skinned hottie seems to have come to her senses.” Dinah straightened up and stared into the booth and the hazel eyes of the fine-featured waitress.  “Good!  Your pretty eyes are almost dry, Maura.  I love that lovely bob cut by the way.  Now stop worrying about what is definitely going to happen, because I’m going to do everything I can to make this a pleasant experience that you will remember fondly.”

Dinah watched the Grade A blonde in the booth nod with resignation filling her face before she giggled and proclaimed, “Now, let me see what kind of fun we get to put these big knockers through.  A laser beam slicer double cut on medium slow with docking disallowed and declit option no!  Very sensible debreasting options!  Options that will leave you climaxing for a very long time, due to the size of these huge milk bags, as your sex gets bathed by an orgasmatron emitter set at a seventy percent intensity setting.  Good for you, Maura!  Now let’s get those big melons of yours tingling with pleasure before the lasers go to work on them.”  Dinah pulled her head away from booth 1’s computer screen, and lowered her lips to Maura’s left nipple while Wanda switched to Carol’s right breast tip.  Soon, both heroines were rubbing and tickling the undersides of at-risk breasts as they suckled, and the sows in booths 1 and 2 were gasping in pleasure.     

 

“Why in the hell do you girls keep debreasting my waitresses, Janet?” Bill Jennings hissed angrily as he retook his seat after seeing Dinah and Wanda in warm-up modes with Maura and Carol.  “First Sue takes out Sharon and then you and Zatanna force retirement on Gina.  Now I return from my office to see that Dinah and Wanda are about to send Maura and Carol home breastless on a night when I really need their fillets available for purchase!  Don’t you girls have any idea as to how much money already goes to paying pensions to waitresses?  Why can’t you girls stick to debreasting customers?”

“Think through your answer, Janet, as Bill sounds pretty peeved,” Hank Pym softly urged his wife as he nodded toward the Game room door.  “On the other hand, Coaches Landry and Harikito and those three cheerleaders seem pretty pleased with themselves, now that they’ve had their chest wounds bandaged.  That was one hell of a balloon popping party, Bill!”

“It sure was, Bill,” Janet agreed with a grin on her face.  “Now, first I’ll point out that Sue didn’t put Sharon in a debreasting booth, and that Sharon asked for Sue’s help in making her unavoidable debreasting as acceptable as possible.  Then I SHOULD point out that me, Dinah, and Wanda, were just following the same nightclub rules that Coaches Taft and Sacrino were following, earlier tonight…that we were just making those other waitress do their jobs…and then take my husband’s advice and shut my trap.” 

“However,” Janet Van Dyne continued after taking a deep breath, “I have ethics, and don’t believe that leaving you ignorant is the right thing to do.  Now, I’m pretty certain that Wanda is out there trying to protect those sisters from their own bad judgment…yet again…and PROBABLY won’t let Carol earn her pension just yet.  So you can PROBABLY relax in Carol’s case.  Dinah, on the other hand, just watched you con her boyfriend into murdering their lottery-winning teammate, and can smell and watch Zatanna roasting not too many feet away from us.  Dinah MIGHT be popping Maura’s double D’s to get back at you…or she might just be playing out her put Wonder Woman in her place fantasy.  In my case, I DEFINITELY sent Gina into the debreasting booth to make a statement.  You had just told me that, if not for Marge’s full conversion providing one of the two needed long pigs and reducing the number of lottery winners to be selected to one, I would have gotten the headman’s axe along with Sally.  I don’t want to be FORCED to risk my li…make that…my meat…on EVERY single girls’ night out.” 

“You heard Wanda say that she’s concluded that we’re going to have to do just that a while ago, Bill,” Sue added softly as she stared pleadingly at the nightclub owner.  “You can hear the desperation in Janet’s voice now.  We love coming here, but the jeopardy may be unacceptably high.  I’m willing to take a fair amount of risk, but Janet’s right, entering every single one of us into every single lottery seems ridiculous.  Bill, if Janet and I stop coming with Wanda, I’m pretty sure she will stop coming here too…and no, I am NOT saying I will take away the means for her to get here.  I’m going to make Wanda have a carefully reasoned discussion with you later tonight, Bill.  If she can convince me the risks we take are fair…fair by the standards of the un-papered girls around us…then we will keep coming to Final Fantasy and keep donating breast bacon to your kitchen.  If Wanda can convince me that I’m being fairly treated, I won’t even feel bad when I’m finally where Zatanna is now…roasting meat nearly ready for carving.  Do be reasonable when she talks to you, Bill!”

“Speaking of meat,” Tyler Roberts interjected as he watched an obviously curious Wanda walking towards the merged reserved tables from the debreasting portals, and Cheryl doing the same from the kitchen, “we guys stuck around to ask about Zatanna’s meat.  Is there any chance…?”

“I’ve bought Zatanna’s fillet for Coach Taft, Tyler, and both of her tenderloins for me and these girls…one of the tenderloins will need to be divided into fifths, Cheryl,” Bill replied with a grin on his face.  “The rest of Zatanna’s meat cuts are for sale…at the regular price…you boys, including Hank and Oliver, can place dibs on whatever you want by paying in advance for your chosen meat cut at the food ordering station.  Can you see to that, Cheryl?”

“You bet, Sir!” Cheryl declared with a broad smile on her face.  “Actually, I was just coming to tell you that Jamie and Zatanna should reach medium rare in about thirty minutes.  I was also coming to see if Wanda needed anything.  For some reason I thought….”

“You’re incredibly perceptive, Cheryl!” Wanda chortled gleefully.  “I thought you might have something behind the counter, along with a stinging riding crop, that I could use to make four girls regret not making partial conversions tonight.  Carol made the mistake of claiming to like pain, and I want to make Tricia, Jill, and Tina understand that I need them to be more careful until a dangerous day is behind us.  My doing so might provide enough entertainment to keep the bacon hunters away as well.  Lay out your selection, while I give these boys ‘see you later’ hugs.  I want them to like me when we meet again at Club X.”

As Cheryl nodded with a knowing grin on her face before hurrying away, and Wanda got her hugging started with Tyler, Hank whispered, “Get over there and give Andy a kiss, woman.  After all, he did debreast you!  Wanda’s right, you do want those men to like you…just in case.  I won’t be watching to see how passionately you two kiss either, as I’ll be over at the debreasting portals reading debreasting option menus and playing with ta tas as I tease the sows their attached to.”  Hank grinned his silly grin and hurried away. 

Janet smiled and shook her head as she watched Wanda hug Ted and then Andy.  Then she stood and walked confidently over to the tall and muscular professional quarterback, and said in her sexiest bedroom voice, “Andy, I hope I’ve made up for my not being honest with you at Club X.  I really care for you!  I hope you enjoyed playing the debreasting booth game with…oh hell!  Kiss me, you fool!” 

Andy laughed and brought the plucky 21st Century superheroine into his arms as he bent and locked lips with her.  The passionate French kiss lasted a full minute before he pulled back and announced, “I like you a lot too, Janet.  I do hope we meet again, and I get another shot at the anal sex you conned me out of more than once at Club X.  However, while I did hear you say you won’t come back if Wanda’s not with you, Bill and I won’t go easy on those two,” he nodded to Wanda and Cheryl as they sorted through various whips and prods, “about a month from now.  They’ll have to take their chances right alongside the X-girls.  I’ll keep my fingers crossed though!”

Andy chuckled as he could see Janet wondering whether he meant he hoped Wanda would make it through the night so that he might see her again, or that he hoped he would add Wanda’s meat to the Club X larder.  He decided to leave her guessing as he announced, “I’m afraid I need to rush off.  I’ve been given the duty of escorting those two coaches’ dates for tomorrow night home.  It seems, as soon as they’ve had their celebration dinner here, those two are off to meet another pair of cheating papered girls at some other, less fancy, debreasting booth nightclub.”  Andy bent and quickly kissed the gorgeous time tourist one more time before whispering, “See you later, doll!”

Janet Van Dyne grinned as she watched the handsome dark-skinned man hurry away towards the coaches’ table.  As he headed for the front door of Final Fantasy with the Kline sisters in tow, she knew what she hoped for as she crossed her fingers and thought about Wanda’s next visit to Club X.  She hoped her friend’s precognition was working well.  She hoped that she did meet Andy again, even if anal sex was to be part of that meeting. 

Janet turned back to the debreasting booth portals where she could see her husband step away from teasing Tricia as he palmed her breasts, to stand in front of booth 2 as he read Carol’s debreasting options and tweaked the dark-skinned sow’s nipples.  She knew the man she loved with all of her heart had kept his word and had not watched her passionate kiss with a man from another time zone. 

Janet smiled and walked back to retake her seat.  Damn, she hoped that Wanda could reach an acceptable compromise with Bill Jennings over the troubling lotteries!

 

Wanda hurried back towards the debreasting booths, sliding through a half-dozen hungry looking female bacon hunters, with a riding crop in her right hand and a picana electrica prod in her left.  The big-breasted Avenger had chosen the picana over the cattle prod because of its adjustable voltage and low amperage electricity output.  She was going to treat the sow’s breasts to some mild shocks that had little chance of causing skin damage.  She would be using the riding crop to do that! 

Hank Pym was standing behind a bent over Black Canary, when Wanda arrived to stand before booth 2’s debreasting portals, teasing Maura about how long it would take for her huge breasts to be lasered off her chest.  “That’s a good thing, Hank,” Wanda interjected with a grin on her face as she smiled into Maura’s hazel eyes, “as that means Maura will get a nice long cum for her troubles.  Now, why don’t you go back to our table and tell our friends about the double-cut lasers they’re definitely going to watch Maura send her huge double D’s to the kitchen with, and about the other debreasting methods that are PROBABLY going to be used to pop the balloons off these other four sows.”

Wanda smiled as Maura closed her eyes and began moaning in pleasure as she concentrated on the feel of Dinah’s mouth and hands on her breasts as Hank hurried away.  The auburn-haired Avenger turned to Carol and flashed an apologetic smile at the brown-eyed waitress, as she whispered, “What I said about you, Tricia, Jill, and Tina getting debreasted has nothing to do with my own intentions, Carol.  You can see the girls standing behind me scoping out the available bacon.  They’d have already been pawing you sows’ breasts as they decided who’s bacon looked tastiest if a male hadn’t been standing before the debreasting portals.  They’ll get brave momentarily if we don’t do something to distract them.  You said you like pain, so I thought I might provide that distraction by tenderizing you sows’ breasts.  However, I’ll leave you be, if you want, and retake my seat.”

“I’d prefer to put off earning my pension for a while longer, Miss Wanda,” Carol replied softly as she smiled out at the hungry looking girls in the middle of the dance floor, “so I’m up for five minutes of tit whipping so long as I get some breast pampering in between tenderizing sessions.”  The dark-skinned sow smiled sheepishly and then watched nervously as the flexible tress at the end of the thirty-inch long riding crop was raised into the air, before gasping in surprise as she felt an electrical shock flowing into the right side of her right D-cup.

“I thought you’d see it my way, Carol,” Wanda declared with a giggle.  “You’ll get four minutes of intermittent shocks to your breasts between tit whippings without intermittent breast pleasuring.  Then I’ll sit down and watch the girls behind me choose between watching Maura’s big girls getting lasered of her chest, or debreasting one of you other four sows.  Wanda twisted the voltage control on the picana’s handle to maximum, and touched the tip of the electrical probe to Carol’s turgid left nipple eliciting a gasp of fearful pain.  Electricity was always scary, even when you knew there was no real danger of being burned!

 

“Maura chose to give her big ta tas to laser beam slicers, from both above and below, on medium-slow speed” Hank Pym informed his tablemates as he retook his seat.  He gave Janet a quick hug before continuing with, “Carol’s going to get those D-cups of hers broiled on a dead slow setting if Wanda gets tired of torturing them, which would be pretty neat because we haven’t seen that debreasting method yet.  The blondes in the other three booths all selected something called poke-and-part, simultaneous, on medium speed.  We haven’t seen that debreasting method either.  Actually, the older of the three sisters, in booth 3, said it was a fairly new method that, as far as she knew, hadn’t been used yet.  She seemed to think selecting an unfamiliar method was unattractive to the kitchen-side players.  No one offered up nipples or clitorises for sacrifice.”

 

Wanda Maximoff stepped in front of booth 3, read Tricia’s debreasting menu options on her computer screen, and then slashed down and across the blonde’s breasts with the riding crop six times, alternating breasts with each stroke, causing Tricia to yelp and gasp in pain.  “I met the man organizing the foxhunt you and your sisters plan to be part of on Thursday in about two weeks, Tricia,” Wanda hissed softly as she locked her gold-flecked blue eyes with the blonde’s baby blues.  “He knows that, like me and some of my tablemates, you and your sisters will let yourselves get kidnapped the previous Wednesday night without causing a fuss.  You and your sisters can go to the rendezvous point as a group, reducing the chances that you’ll end up at someone’s backyard barbecue party instead.  It’s in everyone’s best interests to have as many foxes in the hunt as possible, so please stop taking unnecessary risks…like playing debreasting booth games!” 

Wanda stepped to her right and gave each of Jill’s nipples good long jolts of electricity, before chiding softly, as she stared in the blonde’s frightened brown eyes, “If you girls stop taking these risks, and you run hard and hide well that Thursday, you just might earn the pensions that Janet worked so hard to give you a chance to get.  I don’t think Mr. Jennings is going to feel obligated to pay that nice pension if you get debreasted right before your first shifts as waitresses.”

The Scarlet Witch stepped to her right and reined six hard riding crop strokes down on Tina’s C-cups followed by two long jolts of electricity.  “Yeah it sucks to be at the end of the lineup doesn’t it, Tina?” Wanda quipped as she stared into the blonde’s tearing hazel eyes.  “If you think that hurts, wait until you finally get to feel the sensation of getting debreasted…which I’m trying to see put off by giving you girls this breast punishment.  Think about it, Tina, while Jill tastes the riding crop!”

 

“Well, what does it say, Sue,” Janet asked excitedly as she watched Wanda whip Jill’s breasts before using the electrical prod on Tricia’s nipples.  “There must be some reason for a debreasting method to go untried.  Does it sound as painfully yummy as the Spanish spiders?”

Sue looked up from the debreasting methods menu and said, “Well the poke-and-part is one of the tier three, more painful, debreasting methods, Janet, so most likely your cup of tea rather than mine.  It says two-halved needle-knife modules with razor-sharp outer edges are pushed upward through the centers of the bases of the booth game player’s breasts, and that the knife halves are then pulled outward, slicing the girl’s breasts from her chest.  As Hank indicated, it’s one of the methods where you can do both breasts a disservice simultaneously, or go for a boost in pleasure beam intensity by losing your breasts one at a time.  Don’t tell me that you’ve added to that rather long to-do list you’ve been making?”  Sue laughed as Janet grinned a wicked grin.

“Well, maybe I need to work on making the description of that debreasting method sound more appealing, Sue,” Bill interjected with a chuckle.  “However, that method’s not having been implemented yet is also at least partly due to the reason Tricia gave Hank.  The kitchen-side players are slow to select donations offered up using the unfamiliar debreasting methods, as they are unsure as to how fun debreasting the sow is going to end up being for them.  The sows are even slower to select unfamiliar debreasting methods.  THEY don’t get a do-over if they find out they don’t like the method they chose to make their donation with.  A lot of money goes to engineering firms to develop each new debreasting booth device, so I almost hope one of those blonde sisters ends up giving the poke-and-part a try!  I can always demote Cheryl if I end up one fresh fillet short of making it through the night!”

 

Wanda grinned as she finished reigning crop blows down on Carol’s D-cups, and stared into the yelping black girl’s watery brown eyes.  “I thought for a minute that I wasn’t going to get a reaction from you, Carol,” Wanda acknowledged with a friendly smile on her face.  “You take pain extremely well!”

“Yeah, well maybe your just not doing it right,” Dinah interjected as she pulled her mouth off Maura’s turreted right nipple.  “Give me that, while you kiss Carol’s tits to make them feel better!”  Without waiting for Wanda’s reply she snatched the crop away and stepped back from the front of booth 1.  She watched Wanda shrug and nod and begin suckling Carol’s left nipple, causing moans of pleasure to replace gasps of pain.  Then the Black Canary returned her attention to Maura, and sent the crop’s tress whistling downward into the turgid tip at the end of the blonde’s huge left DD-cup.  The waitress yelped loudly in surprise and pain, and then again as the tongue of the crop swished back upward to catch the underside of her stiff right nipple.

“OW, Miss Dinah, that hurts!” Maura whined softly with tears in her eyes.  “Please go back to pleasuring my breasts!”

“Sure thing, Maura,” Dinah replied with a wicked grin on her face, “as soon as I’ve made you understand what it’s like to be in the claws of a crazy canary.”  Dinah began attacking the big breasts before her from all angles with the crop, and within a half minute had the trapped blonde bawling and begging for mercy.  “Well you did say to give her a memorable debreasting experience,” Dinah chirped innocently when the Scarlet Witch finally straightened up from pleasuring Carol’s right nipple and glared at her.  She grinned and handed the crop back to the big-breasted Avenger before stepping closer to booth 1 and quipping, “Now you’ll really appreciate the last ninety seconds of breast pleasuring I’ll be giving you before I slap your debreast button, Maura.”

Wanda smiled as she watched Dinah bend, and heard Maura’s shivering gasps become soft coos as she felt the suckling on her left nipple and the gentle tickling on the undersides of her breasts.  The Scarlet Witch turned and smiled at Carol as she held the picana against the dark-skinned sow’s right nipple.  “That means Dinah will seal your partner’s fate while she and the rest of you sows are standing over active orgasmatron emitters, Carol,” Wanda softly announced as she patiently watched the waitress grit her teeth.  After finally getting her desired gasp of pain, Wanda held the electrical prod against the sow’s left nipple and declared, “That means that I get to sit down in a little over a minute, and watch with baited breath to see how many of you sows escape from those bacon traps in one piece.” 

           

             “Friend Wanda doth wield yon crop with practiced skill,” Wonder Woman observed gloatingly with folded arms over her chest as she watched the Scarlet Witch diligently work on Tricia’s breasts.  “The eldest of the three sisters is yelping loudly enough.”

            “Yes she is, isn’t she?” Janet Van Dyne agreed with a giggle as she noted Princess Diana’s subconscious protective posture; a posture that no longer served any purpose.  “Cap…Steve Rogers wants his teammates to be ready to take whatever the villains of the world might be willing to give them.  Our team building exercises are used to ready us for that.  Wanda and I have whipped each other’s tits raw on a number of occasions while our male members enjoyed the views.”

            “It sounds like the A-team is a fun place to work, Hank,” Oliver Queen quipped dryly as he watched Wanda do her best to electrocute a gasping Jill’s breast tips.  “I might have J’onn contact you guys for some advice on how to get the J-team’s female members to participate in team building exercises of our own.”

            “Your girls won’t complain too much, Ollie,” Hank replied with a silly grin on his face as he watched Tina screaming and bawling behind her booth window as the Scarlet Witch viciously whipped her C-cups, “as long as what’s fair for the goose is fair for the gander.  Male hero’s have weak spots the villains tend to take advantage of too.  Steve makes sure we’re just as ready to take it as the girls.  You can’t imagine how many ball busting sessions I’ve been through, with every girl on my team working me over.  I’ll have Cap give J’onn a call!”  Oliver blushed as the girls at the table laughed as they saw the look of consternation on his face.   

 

            “Hey, what’s up with you hogging all the breast bacon, you big-titted cow?” a slim brown-eyed brunette with turgid pinkish-brown-tipped swooping B-cups asked with obvious irritation as she glared at Wanda from the center of the dance floor.  “The rest of us are hoping to have fun too?”

            “Sorry, my bad, Miss,” Wanda replied with a grin on her face.  “You’re most welcome to join me in torturing these sow’s breasts.  Do you want the riding crop or the electrical prod?”

            For a moment, the brunette with shoulder-length hair actually seemed to be contemplating accepting one of the instruments of punishment.  Then she spat, “No, I want to poach one of those girls’ bacon.  The smell from those roasting turkeys has got my stomach growling with hunger!”

            “Oh, sorry!” Wanda Maximoff replied with mock surprise, just as one sow after another began gasping in pleasure as they entered the final minutes of their debreasting booth stints.  “Are you interested in slightly swooping melanin-rich D-cups or fair-skinned perfect C-cups?  If it’s the latter, might I suggest you poach Tina’s breasts from booth 5’s debreasting portals?  I’m pretty sure she’s the youngest of those three sisters.  Her breast bacon should be really tender!”

            Wanda heard the loud click of booth 1’s debreast button being slapped, and chortled, “Take your pick, Miss.  Me…I’m going to sit down and watch some really huge double D’s try to deal with double-cut laser slicers set on medium slow speed.  The sow in booth 1 is a reluctant donator, so her screams of terror and gasps of pain should be pretty darn entertaining.  However, I’m betting she’ll end up doing more than her fair share of moaning in pleasure and sighing in climax as well.  Tootle-loo!”  The brunette looked stunned as Wanda headed towards the kitchen counter with the prod and crop.

 

            “Oh, God!” Maura gasped, for the moment not noticing the pleasure being beamed into her sex from below her widespread legs.  “Dinah, was that really my debreast button being pressed?  Please don’t kill my beautiful big breasts!”

            “I’m afraid that was the sound of me hitting the kill switch on your booth, Maura,” Dinah replied with a giggle.  “I sent you into that booth so that I could ruin those big tits of yours, remember?  Even if there was a way to cancel the ‘accept offered donations’ command, I wouldn’t.  You’re going to have to enjoy getting those big balloons of yours popped.  At least you’ll get a pension for your troubles.  None of the rest of us melon donators will!”

            “Oh, God!” Maura groaned in a trembling voice.  “I’m so frightened!  Please suckle my nipples, Dinah!  If I have to suffer through partial conversion, I want to have my breasts pleasured first.  You said you would make my debreasting a pleasant experience that I’ll remember fondly!”

            Dinah gave the outside of Maura’s left breast a stinging slap with her right hand, and then used her left hand to do the same to Maura’s right breast, causing the blonde’s hazel eyes to widen in pain and surprise as she issued two loud yelps.  “Oh, you are going to remember this evening for the rest of your life, Maura,” Dinah chided as she giggled.  “You’ll fondly remember how much you preferred the pleasure of my warm mouth on your doomed breast tips compared to the feel of the canary’s claws!”

           

            Wanda grinned sheepishly as she looked back to watch Dinah begin suckling the reddened breasts hanging out of booth 1’s debreasting portals while the blonde closed her eyes and gasped in orgasmatron-beam-induced pleasure.  She should have guessed the Black Canary had some sadistic as well as masochistic tendencies.  She glanced at the other turret-tipped breasts hanging out of the other debreasting booths as the girls trapped inside them moaned with pleasure.  She noted the fear coloring Tina’s moans as the brunette teased her nipples with one hand and fingered her debreast button with the other.  Wanda shrugged her shoulders and hoped Tricia and Jill would still be up for a foxhunt, despite their sister’s setback.  When she turned back towards the kitchen counter, she found Cheryl standing in front of her.

            “I’ll take those back now, Miss Wanda,” Cheryl declared softly with a frown on her face.  “Take your chair, while I try to make sure torturing girls risking partial conversions doesn’t become routine events.  I doubt even girls of your ilk would like that!”  Cheryl smiled as Wanda nodded, and then followed her toward the principal reserved table, while noting that Kaori had moved the second reserved table adjacent the dance floor back to its proper position and had removed the reserved sign.  There were now four topless girls sitting at it.

            “Ladies, listen up!” Cheryl called out loudly from the edge of the dance floor.  “As you may have noticed, a couple of the kitchen-side players have been rather harshly teasing the sows in the booths who have generously offered up their breasts as potential donations to the worldwide food chain.  I want you to know that the sows in the booths are all Final Fantasy waitresses, and the mean-spirited kitchen-side players are Mr. Jennings’ cows who are using the waitresses to punish me for having the big-breasted cow tit whipped earlier in the evening.” 

“The prods and whips, which are kept at the kitchen counter, are available for you girls to use in consensual situations, and for men to use to punish their wives or dates,” Cheryl continued in her most professional tone with a friendly smile on her face as she listened to the gasps and moans of pleasure coming from the debreasting booths behind her.  “If you girls ask to borrow the punishment tools, you can expect Final Fantasy to verify that the sow you’re playing the booth game with is up for the breast tenderizing.  If we get complaints, well it is Final Fantasy’s right to refuse to provide our facilities to any customer, regardless of gender.  Now, let’s get back to watching a really huge-breasted sow getting her balloons popped.  It should be really fun to watch the double-cut lasers work those mammoth breasts over for a really long time!”

            “Cheryl, my dear girl, just when did we start having rules regarding the treatment of sows?” Bill Jennings asked softly as he chuckled jovially over the sounds of climax coming from booth 5.  “I would have expected that meat animals deserved no protection from painful punishment!  Not even waitresses forced into booths during their potential menu-item duty stints.”

            “I’ll take back what I just said if you want, Boss,” Cheryl replied with a sheepish grin on her face.  “However, I didn’t make the proposed new rule to protect the sows in the booths from pain, not even waitresses.  I wouldn’t want the percentage of girls willing to risk donations to drop even by a small percentage due to the fear of getting tit whipped as they stand locked in the debreasting booths.  Would you?  Besides, I was also taking the opportunity to pique the bacon hunters’ interest in Maura’s ongoing debreasting.  You may have noticed that the skinny brunette out there has abandoned the C-cups hanging out of booth 5 to watch the show, causing the sow inside to climax with relief.  We just might need Tina’s fillet tonight, Sir.  If not, we certainly will need waitressing help tomorrow.  We’re already guaranteed to be down five waitresses at the end of the night.”

            “On second thought, I like the idea of reserving the punishment tools for special occasions, Cheryl,” Bill Jennings announced with a grin on his face.  “You’ve got a good business head on your shoulders.  You do realize I’ll be hoping to have that head through a guillotine’s lunettes while you compete with a Club X member’s wife to keep it about a month from now?  You did say you preferred edge play after all!”

            “Yep, I did, and the guillotine game sounds exciting!” Cheryl replied with a nervous smile on her face.  “If it’s a, don’t lose your head and climax or you lose your head contest, I’m going to be at a serious disadvantage, though.  I don’t get much practice when it comes to orgasms!”

            “Zatanna played the guillotine duel death game at Club X last week, Cheryl,” Janet interjected with a wicked smile on her face as she stared out at Black Canary and watched her pleasuring the big breasts hanging out of booth 1’s debreasting portals.  “The competition in her game was to see who could hold their enema water the longest.  Do you get much practice at that?”  As her tablemates laughed at the consternation that suddenly filled the Grade-A blonde’s face, Janet shrilled, “Look, red glows above and below Maura’s big balloons!  She’s about to have those tender puppies fed to incinerator beams!  She knows it too!  Listen to Maura sigh in orgasm!” 

 

            “Damn, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were looking forward to the feel of the slicer beams on those big gazongas, Maura,” Dinah chortled gleefully as she pulled her lips from the waitress’s left nipple to stare into the climaxing girl’s face.  Dinah, slapped each DD-cup hard with the palms of her hands and chided, “Pace yourself sow!  We don’t want you to leave that debreasting booth both flat-chested and totally tamed!”

            “Owe, OWE!” Maura yelped as she stared wide-eyed at the ponytailed blonde on the other side of her booth window.  “Stop hurting me, Dinah!  It’s bad enough that you’re cutting off my pretty boobies.  Don’t you think I deserve to enjoy the pleasure beam reward for my donations?”

            “Sure I do, Maura,” Dinah replied with an ear-to-ear grin as she ignored the moans of pleasure coming from the other four debreasting booths.  “I just slapped your doomed hooters, which doesn’t interfere with the orgasmatron emitter between your legs in any way.  My friends claim that the melding of pleasure and pain as the air rushes out of your balloons is an intensely erotic sensation.  I just wanted to give you an early start with the melding while you were in the middle of your first of many hard cums!”  Dinah grinned at the hopeless trepidation on the moaning blonde’s face, and bent to resume her breast pleasuring by suckling Maura’s turgid right nipple and gently rubbing the undersides of the blonde’s mammoth breasts.

            Maura moaned and gasped in pleasure, and then blushed badly as the growing group of girls on the dance floor in front of her reminded her that she had become part of Final Fantasy’s entertainment.  When several of the girls began pointing at her debreasting portals, she began gasping in fearful apprehension.  Even a debreasting booth virgin like herself could guess that the pointing meant the laser beams were approaching her breasts.

            Dinah guessed the fear-filled gasps coming from the waitress above her meant that the real fun was about to begin.  She pulled her head back and saw the horizontal red beam of coherent light just above the point where breast became chest.  The Black Canary grabbed Maura’s nipples, one in each hand, and pulled upward, forcing the tops of the breasts into the laser beam’s path as she chortled, “Your about to lose the balcony, Maura!”  The plucky 21st Century superheroine grinned gleefully as the blonde waitress screamed in pain, and then let out a triple sigh of climax.

            “It seems my friends were right about that interesting melding of pain and pleasure,” Dinah chirped with a thoughtful look on her face as she lowered the tops of the breasts out of the slicing beam’s path, and then chuckled at the sounds of climax coming from the other four debreasting booths.  “I guess that’s enough clawing for the moment, Maura.  It looks like the twin laser beams are about to go to work wrecking that rack of yours without any help from a silly bird like me.  It’s time to do the headlight stretching!  We want to make sure all of those huge lumps of bacon manage to make it to the kitchen.”  Dinah tugged firmly outward on the nipples she still pinched, causing the big DD’s to be distended outward.

            Maura gulped and nodded as she sighed in ecstasy.  She was, after all, a product of the 41st Century, and knew that every speck of breast meat that could possibly be harvested from her chest needed to, eventually, end up in the kitchen.  She listened to the non-stop sighs of climax coming from the booths to her left, and knew that soon the chorus of climax she was presently singing in would become a solo act.  Suddenly, searing agony from the tender undersides of the drapes of her boobs joined excruciating pain emanating from the tops of her well stretched breasts.  Maura howled loudly—her shrill voice told of the intense pain she was suffering through, as well as the tragic loss she knew was about to be forced upon her—and then issued the long, vibrant, guttural moan that told the growing throng of girls watching her that she was in the midst of sweet orgasm.  Maura’s orgasmatron beam intensity had just been kicked up dramatically!

 

            “Wow, it’s a good thing Andy isn’t here to see and hear this, Janet,” Wanda observed with a frown on her face.  “Maura’s behaving as if her worst nightmare was being forced upon her!”

            “Yes, she’s screaming in horror and agony,” Sue agreed in a quivering voice, “and despite the girl’s obvious reluctance to play the debreasting booth game, Dinah appears to be relishing the chance to torment her.  Could any of you enjoy debreasting such a reluctant sow?”

            “I wouldn’t think twice about it, Sue,” Oliver Queen declared as he came to Dinah’s defense.  “Maura’s just performing a function that is part of her well-paying job.  However, I’ll agree that that huge-breasted blonde isn’t providing much of an endorsement for Bill’s debreasting booth game.”

            “She sure isn’t, is she, Bill?” Hank concurred as he shook his head at the terror on the gasping blonde’s face.  “Although I probably could have talked myself into plucking those big ta tas out of those portals, I probably would have walked away as soon as I’d seen how terrified she was.”

            “I admit I’m pretty embarrassed over Maura’s behavior, boys,” Bill Jennings spat with obvious disgust.  “She’s a throwback!  Generations of breeding have gone into making the livestock accept their eventual partial or full conversions to meat with courage and dignity, if not eager relish!  Still, she’s probably not doing TOO much damage to my game’s reputation.  The girls in the audience recognize her for what she is, and can hear her singing in ecstasy despite her selfish desire to withhold her donations from the worldwide food chain.”

            “I would be too embarrassed at forcing pain on such a cowardly sow, friend Sue,” Princess Diana declared as she took another long pull of Lactic Blaster.  “I could not have brought myself to do as friend Dinah does!”

            “If I were Dinah, I would have debreasted Carol instead,” Wanda said as she nodded out to the debreasting portals.  “Her D-cups just got pulled out of the debreasting portals, as I intended.  Tricia and her sisters’ booth restraints should pop open any…yes they’re free now as well.  We only cost you one pension, Bill.”

            “That’s one pension too many, Wanda!” Cheryl hissed angrily from behind the big-breasted Avenger.  “My waitresses don’t have the same advantages you girls have, so I’d appreciate it if you would have your friends leave them alone.  Speaking of waitresses, you may not have noticed me two weeks ago, but I noticed you.  At that time, not knowing who you are, I had the three of you pegged as waitress material.  However, Janet and Sue now seem even more suited for the job than I thought that first night.  I have a sneaky suspicion about the reason for that!  Maybe I’ll test it after I put that trio of beam junky sisters to work!”

            “Okay, I’m starting to think you guys don’t like us taking advantage of your potential menu-item waitresses, Bill,” Janet declared with a wicked grin on her face as she watched Cheryl hurry through the Game room door.  “Obviously, I have no problem debreasting a reluctant sow, and can and have been quite mean about it when playing with a girl I genuinely don’t like…such as Tammy McGreevy!  Look, despite my pain slut nature, I don’t think I’m being malicious when I say Maura is being a big baby out there.  Sue took this same punishment during our first visit to Final Fantasy, with the lasers set on dead slow, and she hardly even grunted during the half dozen or so minutes it took to debreast her?”

            “Time seems to slow nearly to a stop when you’re in one of those booths,” Wanda proclaimed with a far-away look on her face.  “Does it really only take a half-dozen minutes to be debreasted on dead slow?”

            “It depends on cup size…well actually the volume of the breasts, seeing as breast mass for a given cup size varies with bandwidth…and debreasting method, Wanda,” Bill Jennings chuckled as he grinned at girls with most interesting perspectives.  Breast shape effects the duration for some debreasting methods…swooping breasts are more oval than perfect breasts, so the sow having the meat slicer used on her would take longer to debreast.”  

“However,” Bill continued with a grin on his face, “a lot of thought goes into those debreasting booths!  My engineers design the debreasting devices to work relatively quickly; if you subject sows to simultaneous agony and ecstasy for extended lengths of time, you’re going to get some full conversions due to heart failure, which would not be good advertisement for debreasting booth games.  My engineers attempt to set the devices to debreast the average sow with C-cups in four minutes on dead slow, three minutes on medium slow, two minutes on medium, one minute on medium fast, and thirty seconds on fast.  Naturally, it doesn’t work out that way for some methods.  Janet’s guess that Sue took double-cut lasers for six minutes is likely a bit of an overestimation, but only by a minute or so.”

“Which means we get to watch Dinah play with Maura’s big double D’s for another three or four minutes,” Janet chortled as she bounced on her chair and stared out at the gasping and sighing blonde who was wincing in pain behind booth 1’s transparent window as the ponytailed blonde on the kitchen side of the debreasting portal diligently tugged outward on her breast tips.  “Given the huge size of those puppies out there, even on medium slow those lasers are really crawling through her breast bacon!”

           

            Dinah grinned as she stared with fascination at the breasts she was tugging on.  The upper laser seemed to have burned through nearly the top inch of the upper breast bases, and she assumed the lower laser had cut upward through tender flesh for about the same distance.  Dinah pushed her hands together so that she could grasp both of Maura’s nipples with her right hand, and reached outward with her left hand.

            “EEEIIH, EEIIHH, EEIIH!” Maura shrilled loudly as she felt a strange new pull at the top of her left breast.  “Dinah, what’s happening?  My left breast feels really weird!  Are you doing that?”

            “Relax, Maura,” Dinah urged softly as glee joined fascination on her face.  “Now that the upper laser has cut down far enough into your hangers, I figured I could check out your wound without losing a finger.  What you felt was me pulling your wound open.  Your jugs are being sliced off very cleanly, and there is very little breast fat covering your chest muscles, so you’re making a great pair of donations to Final Fantasy’s kitchen.  Because you chose the laser slicer, your wound is being cauterized, so you’re not even bleeding.  Now, I’m sure that getting your breasticles slowly lopped off is really painful, but I know for a fact that those orgasmatron beams are pure heaven.  Please concentrate on the pleasure beam, and let the pain meld with it!  You’re going to be in that booth a few more minutes, and it would make both of us feel better if you spent them in orgasmic bliss.  Now that one of my hands is free, I’ll use it to tickle and rub your big double D’s if you’d like?”

            “Yes, Dinah, please do!” Maura urged softly.  “Your hands and mouth on my beautiful breasts felt really good earlier.  I know you can’t suckle my nipples, but couldn’t you tongue and kiss…OH!  OH WOW!  The pleasure beams just got more intense!  I’m going to…OH!  AHH!  UHHUHH!”  The blonde waitress smiled as her eyes rolled back as she accepted another powerful climax.  Dinah had taken her hint and was tonguing the tips of the nipples as she gripped and pulled outward on them.

 

            “Finally, Maura seems to have realized that the pain seems to decrease for a while as your debreasting proceeds,” Sue announced softly as most of the concern on her own face disappeared.  “I don’t know whether that sensation is real, or if your mind just learns to deal with the pain.”

            “I think it’s mostly the latter, Sue,” Wanda replied with a smile on her face and excitement in her gold-flecked blue eyes as she stared out at the two blondes on opposite sides of the debreasting portals.  “The same nervous system that carries the message of pain to the brain also carries the sensation of pleasure.  It’s probably one of our mind’s defensive systems that allows the two messages to get mixed up.”

            “Dinah’s going into breast pleasuring mode might be another reason for Maura’s mood shift,” Oliver observed dryly.  “My arm candy is really working those melons over with her free hand and mouth now.”

            “Friend Cheryl doth return from yon Game room, Wanda and Sue,” Wonder Woman announced with a broad smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes as she glanced to her right.  “‘Tis that not the bust mapping machine that she carries in her right hand?  ‘Twould seem apparent that friend Bill covets yet another set of breasts for his growing collection of heroine memorabilia…a set of breasts he no doubt hopes to pilfer from one of you two!  ‘Tis good!  I will not feel especially singled out as we make our way home later.”

            “I won’t bother to deny the coveting, Diana,” Bill Jennings whispered softly, “but while I hope to add trophy boards sporting the Invisible Woman and Scarlet Witch’s breasts to my collection of mementos, I didn’t ask Cheryl to fetch the 3-D bust mapping scanner.  She came up with this idea on her own.  What’s up, Cheryl?”

            “Carol and the three newbies are going to wait for Maura in the Game room, Sir” Cheryl replied in her pleasant professional tone.  “Then, Jill and Tina will exit while loudly announcing how much fun they had and pointing out that four out of five of them managed to get free orgasmatron treatments.  They’ll usher any would be booth players through the door, before Carol and Tricia exit nude.  Tricia will be joining Carol’s shift, and start off her career at Final Fantasy as potential menu-item waitress, Sir?   How’s Maura doing?”

            “Great!” Janet spat with a wicked grin on her face as she bounced on her chair.  “The air’s leaking out of her big balloons quite nicely now; I’d say she’s nearly a third of the way popped.  She’s also now cumming like a racehorse!  Thank god she finally decided to go with the flow and enjoy her debreasting!”

            Bill chuckled as he watched Cheryl stare at Janet with disbelief on her face.  As the blonde manager opened her mouth to retort, he interjected, “Yes, Janet, we’re all glad Maura decided to make the best of an unfortunate situation.  That isn’t what I meant, Cheryl!  What’s up with the 3-D bust mapping scanner?”

            “Oh, well Sir, I just thought you might want to map the busts of any of your tablemates that haven’t been mapped yet,” Cheryl replied as her face gradually reddened.  “That way, you’ll already have the data on file, should you need it later tonight, or some other night…if you know what I mean.  I took the liberty of mapping another bust…in your office…it’s part of an experiment of my own…you see….”  Bill Jennings cut the Grade-A blonde off as he roared with laughter.

 

            “How are you doing in there, Maura?” Dinah asked with fascination on her face as she paused in her breast pleasuring to examine the laser slicers’ progress while ignoring the familiar laughter behind her.  These bolt-ons of yours are about halfway unbolted.”     

            “That’s…good…Dinah,” Maura replied in a raspy voice as agony emanated from her chest and her sex glowed with overwhelming pleasure, “my brain…feels…pretty close…to being overloaded…with all the…climaxing…I’ve been….  At least…the pain…isn’t…to…terrible…. OH! GOD!  The pleasure…beams…growing more…INTENSE!”

            Dinah laughed and lowered her head to do some more nipple tip licking as she heard the sow in the booth bucking in intense climax in her booth restraints.  The Black Canary was eager to give the sensations Maura was experiencing a try!

           

            “Actually, Cheryl, you have an excellent point,” Bill Jennings announced with a grin on his face, “it is best to be prepared.  You never know when an opportunity might arise to add to my trophy board collection.  You, first Wanda, even though you say you’re going to ruin your breast skins for me tonight by getting your nipples docked, assuming someone ends up making you donate to my kitchen.  Come over here and face straight towards me with your shoulders level.  The taxidermist will use the three dimensional map of your bust to shape your stuffed breasts correctly.  Don’t worry about the ongoing debreasting.  This will only take thirty seconds, so Maura will still be breasted when you’re done here.”  Bill chuckled as a frown filled Diana’s face as she suddenly realized he’d been stalling out in the combat zone as he scanned her famous bust.

            Wanda Maximoff sighed and spat softly, “Oh what the hell!  It’s not like it will be the first time my girls have hung from someone’s wall.  At least I like you a whole lot better than the Riddler!”  The Scarlet Witch stood and stepped around the table to stand facing the 41st Century nightclub owner.

            “Oh, yes, you did tell Ted earlier tonight that you’d been debreasted back home,” Bill chuckled softly as he held the scanner in front of the big breasted Avenger, just an inch away from her turgid nipples, and moved the scanner up and down, sideways, and up and down several times until the devices computer’s sensors had used the overlapping data to create a three-dimensional representation of the every detail of the bust before it.  “That should do it!  You can go back to watching Maura put on a show, Wanda.”

            “You’re next, Cheryl,” Bill announced with a big grin on his face and a hearty chuckle. “Do as I told Wanda!”

            “Me!” Cheryl replied with obvious surprise.  “What are you going to do, start stuffing waitresses’ breast skins?”

            “No, Cheryl, I just wanted to make sure you did the scanning in my office correctly,” Bill chided softly as he winked at his manager as she stepped in front of him and watched him make passes up and down her chest with the handheld device.  “I’ve seen those surreptitious glances you’ve been stealing of Wanda’s D-cups.  You’ve been wondering if your own D-cups are bigger than hers.  In truth, if it not for your paler skin and pinker nipples, you two would be hard to tell apart if you stood side-by-side in the debreasting booths with opaque booth windows.  This little experiment you wanted to try will give you the answer you seek, as we compare breast volume measured all the way down to cubic millimeters.”  The nightclub manager blushed badly, but held her tongue as her boss used her to keep Wanda from guessing the truth.

            “That’s got it, Cheryl,” Bill declared as he lowered the scanner.  “We’ll feed the data into the scanner after we give Maura her pension.  Then we’ll let Wanda and her friends know which of you carries the bigger rack!  You’re up, Sue!”

            A frowning Sue Richards hesitated, obviously considering refusing to have her bust mapped.  Common sense got the best of her, as she reconsidered the prospect of declining a 41st Century male’s request.  Without saying a word, she assumed the position in front of Bill.

            “If you find the thought of your breasts hanging on my wall for all to see particularly troubling, Sue,” Bill Jennings said softly as he moved the sensitive device in front of the sultry blonde, “you can just follow Wanda’s example and get your breast tips clipped off, assuming someone accepts your offered donations tonight.  However, I’m a patient man, and I do expect this is far from you girls’ last visit to Final Fantasy!”

            “That won’t be happening for two reasons, Bill,” Sue replied in a soft quivering voice.  “As I said earlier, I don’t do as well with pain as Wanda and Janet do, and I expect that docking hurts like hell.  If I do fail to make it through my final booth stint whole, I won’t be adding to the already intense agony of being debreasted.  Additionally, I suspect offering up my nipples for docking would make my offered donations more attractive to the kitchen-side players, not less.  Besides, it would be hypocritical to worry about what happens to my breast skins while knowing the rest of my boobies are going to get eaten, wouldn’t it?”

            “Yes, it would, Sue,” Bill replied softly as he smiled into the blonde’s pretty blue eyes.  “Besides, no one that matters to you will ever see your preserved breasts, and the clitoris I’ve already collected, on a trophy board.  After all, they’ll be hanging in the Game room, where any new additions to Wanda’s girls’ nights out will be going to try the intense sensation of getting debreasted over an orgasmatron emitter for themselves.  Go ahead and sit down, Sue.  How’s Maura coming along, Janet?  Unfortunately, I’ll have to map your bust some other night.”

            “The air is really rushing out of her big balloons, Bill,” Janet replied with a giggle as she squirmed excitedly on her chair while ignoring Bill’s promise to have her own breasts readied for a trophy board.  “She’s between two-thirds and three-quarters popped.  Her moans of pleasure haven’t been colored with too much pain lately, but that might change as the laser slicers will soon reach the nerve rich cores of her puppies.  Maura’s been a real hit.  Look at the grins on the faces of the girls on the dance floor, some of whom look like they wish they were in the booth instead of your waitress.  I don’t think it will take much encouragement to get all five booths refilled in another minute or two!”

            “Let’s hope not!”  Bill said with a broad grin on his face.  “That means more breast bacon being sent to my kitchen.  Come on, Cheryl!  We can probably dump the data from this scanner into my computer before Maura is ready for her pension.” As Bill stood he winked at Cheryl and quipped, “Tell you what, I’ll bet a stock fillet against your breasts that Wanda here is bigger breasted than you are!”

            “No thanks, Boss,” Cheryl replied as she glanced towards the Game room door.  “I don’t like bend-over bars and can wait for a few weeks to munch on a fillet with some of these girls and your daughter at La Parisian Mademoiselle.  Assuming they bring along a cow to replace Zatanna, I WILL be the biggest breasted girl at the table THAT evening!”  Cheryl grinned at Wanda before hurrying away with Bill right behind her.     

 

            The Black Canary grinned into the transparent booth window as she paused in her breast pleasuring.  Maura’s pretty face was bathed in sweat and filled with the sensual pleasure that was emanating from her loins.  She had been in the midst of non-stop climax for the last ninety seconds, and the raspy gasps that screamed of the agony emanating from her huge breasts as they were slowly but inexorably peeled from her chest had grown quite rare.

            “AAAaaaaagghh!” suddenly issued from the waitress’s lips as she stared wide-eyed out at her breasts through the transparent booth window.  “Oh…GOD…it hurts…again…Dinah….wha…AHHH!  AHH! OOOOHHH!   GOD YES!”

            “The laser beams are pretty close together now, Maura,” Dinah chirped jovially as she guessed the blonde waitress’s attempted question.  “I think they’ve reached the bundles of thoracic spinal nerves, which lead to your nipples, and are much more sensitive than the intercostal nerves that provide sensation to the rest of your knockers.  Those booths computers are pretty smart, and no doubt know this is happening to you.  That’s why you just got your final bump up in orgasmatron beam intensity.  You’ll be breastless in thirty seconds, sow!  What do you think of that?”

            “I think…I’ll miss…my big…pillows…Dinah,” Maura replied with an embarrassed smile on her face, “but it…was…sort of…fun…losing…them.  How…long?”

            The Black Canary grinned as she heard the huge breasted blonde admit that she had come to enjoy her ongoing debreasting at her hands.  Dinah licked her lips as she stared at the monstrous melons that were about to become hers.  The ponytailed Justice Leaguer ended her left handed stroking of the undersides of the breasts before her, re-pinched the turgid right nipple with her fingers, and waggled both breasts up and down.  Oh, wow,” Dinah chortled gleefully, “these hangers are loose as hell on your chest Maura.  In a handful of seconds you’re going to be missing a pretty big balcony!  Cum for me, Maura!  Cum for me, while I finish hacking these big melons off that pretty chest!”

            Dinah’s face glowed with gleeful satisfaction as Maura began issuing a long, continuous staccato sigh of climax as the two laser beams near the center of the debreasting portals before her slowly closed towards each other.  She could hear the excited chatter filling the room behind her, including more than a few needful moans from the nearby dance floor.  Dinah pinched the stretched-out nipples between her thumbs and forefingers firmly as she watched the two thin red beams of coherent light merge into one, and then gasped with surprise as the two huge DD-cups dropped from the booth 1’s debreasting portals and rotated downward to tug nipples up on her hands. 

The Black Canary was slack-jawed with awe as she heard the booth restraints on the other side of The Wall releasing the sow inside to become a breastless girl, and she heard Janet holler “POPPED!” above the roaring cheers and applause coming from the audience.  The amputated breasts in her hands seemed HUGE and heavy, despite the fact that Dinah knew that, together, they likely only weighed around five pounds.  She grinned and pushed the severed breasts up before the Maura’s face as the waitress’s hazel eyes were filled with astonishment on the other side of the transparent booth window.  “Here they are, Maura, the hooters I harvested as I wrecked your chest!  What do you think about that?”

“I think you have a pair of very pretty boobies, there, Dinah,” Maura replied as astonishment gave way to a prideful smile.  “Thanks for picking me to play the debreasting booth game with you feisty girl!  My debreasting was ICE HOT!  I’ll give you a hug as thanks once I’m wearing nice round bandages.”  The blonde waitress stepped back, frowned at her cauterized chest wounds, and disappeared into the Game room as a grinning Black Canary turned towards the girls on the dance floor behind her and held the big breasts out for them to see.  Dinah laughed as a gaggle of girls raced towards the Game room door!  

 

Chapter 34. The Cat and the Canary

 

         “Look, Diana, I’ve got a pair of chesticles that would be a pretty good match for a wondrous set of melons that the boys around me are always gawking at,” Dinah chortled gleefully as she paused at the edge of the dance floor to dangle Maura’s severed breasts before her Amazon teammate’s face.  “What do you think about that, Princess?”

            “I think yon breasts are too pale and droopy to compare with the mighty orbs of Themyscira…” Wonder Woman replied disdainfully as she glared at the impetuous Black Canary while instinctively thrusting her own chest out and reaching upwards with the palms of her hands.  The Amazon blushed badly as consternation filled her face while she finished her sentence in a shaky voice, “…before they were forfeit in combat.  ‘Tis pleasant that you see the need to remind me of that disgraceful defeat, friend Dinah!”

            “Stop teasing Diana, sweet cheeks,” Oliver Queen interjected with a grin on his face, “and deposit those conical lumps of meat at the food ordering station.  Tell Kaori that we’ll skip the sandwiches this time, and then get your tight little butt over to the Game room door.  Getting your own chest wrecked is way overdue!”  Oliver’s grin broadened as Dinah stuck her tongue out at him before stepping over to the kitchen counter.  “Sorry about that, Princess,” the bearded blonde male said softly as he watched Wonder Woman finger her round chest bandages.  “It’s getting to where I can’t take her anywhere in public.”

            Diana nodded slowly before declaring, just as Dinah arrived back at the principal reserved table and prepared to retake her seat, “If I’ve done something to offend you, friend Dinah, then I humbly apologize.  Please do let me know what it was, so that I might not do so again.  If your spitefulness is instead mere meanness, then please discontinue your discourteous behavior.  There is naught I can do to stop the gawking of those around me…assuming I might again have something worth gawking at when we get back home!”

            Dinah hesitated, looked at the large group of girls before the Game room door, and then turned back to Diana with an embarrassed frown on her face.  “Sorry, Diana,” Dinah said with a hint of sorrow in her voice, “my bad.  Actually, you’ve always been quite nice to me…except for turning down me and Ollie’s offered threesomes.  Look, you know how I feel about rich girls, and you can’t get any richer than being a Princess.  It’s just in my nature to try to bring you girls down a peg.  Still, it was a low blow to rub the missing balcony in.  Hopefully, I’ll join you shortly in flat-chestedness.  Then we can both worry about the gawks that may not be in our futures!”

            “Thank you for the apology, friend Dinah,” Diana replied with a smile of embarrassment on her face.  “In truth, away from Themyscira, I feel neither rich nor royal.  As for the offered trysts, which I have so far chosen to perhaps too quickly decline, I did so to avoid shaming myself rather than to spurn offered friendship.  While I have learned much in the world of man, my experience with unforced sex with males is most meager.  While I am confident I can bring you much pleasure, friend Dinah, I fear friend Oliver would find me clumsy when it comes to the finer arts of ménage a trois.”

            Dinah giggled and quickly stepped over to stand beside Diana’s chair.  She bent and gave the raven-haired Amazon a gentle hug, and whispered, “If that’s your way of saying you could use some pointers, Princess, I’m your girl.  Ollie would love it if I used him to teach you how to give a first class blow job!”  Black Canary chuckled at the terror on Wonder Woman’s face.    

            “How come the debreasting booths are still empty, Janet?” Hank Pym asked with a bored look on his face.  “There are plenty of girls standing around the Game room door.”

            “Yes, dear, there are a lot of girls over there,” Janet Van Dyne replied with a grin on her face.  “A lot of those girls are contemplating taking booths.  However, they’ve also noticed the girls around them who are staring at them with hunger in their eyes.  The would-be booth players are uncomfortable with having their assets scoped out.  That’s why Cheryl said she was going to have Jill and Tina make the fun-and-relatively-safe pitch.  This is a very social game…ah, the Game room door is opening!”

           

            “Wow!” Jill exclaimed loudly as she grinned at the gaggle of girls before her.  “That was one hell of a fun pleasure beam ride.  I can’t believe you girls aren’t in there taking your turns in the booths.”

            “Yep,” Tina added loudly, “I had a blast too!  Did you hear how hard I came when that brunette suddenly walked away from my debreast button.  The danger of getting my donations accepted just made the orgasmatron beams all the more sweet.  Hell!  It’s not even that dangerous.  Four out of five of us girls still have what it takes to play the debreasting booth game all over again!”

            “In you go, girls!” Jill urged loudly as she pulled the Game room door open.  “Is this YOUR lucky night?  It sure was ours!”  The chatter in the nightclub grew dramatically louder as five girls of various builds and skin tones hurried through the door, and Tricia and Carol, both nude, exited the Game room to stand beside Tricia’s sisters.

 

            “Get your pretty behind over to the Game room door and get in line, Dinah,” Oliver sternly suggested as his blonde girlfriend prepared to retake her chair.  “If you wait much longer, you’re either going to miss out on tasting Zatanna’s tenderloin, or miss out on watching Hank and me spit a pair of waitresses.  Get it over with, and you’ll be back out here in plenty of time to do both…hopefully breastless!”

            “You got a one-track mind, hunk-o-mine!” Dinah spat chidingly as she picked up her Lactic Blaster and took a long drink.  “Still, you have a couple of good points going for you.  You can add the fact that I don’t want to be too drunk to feel my chest getting wrecked to the list.  I guess it wouldn’t hurt to thank Maura for the fun game we had together too.”

            Oliver Queen grinned and rubbed his hands together in anticipation as he watched Dinah hurry way.  Green Arrow couldn’t wait to see Black Canary getting debreasted.  He smiled as the ponytailed blonde gave the breastless blonde with the bob cut a hug, the two girls exchanged a few words, and then Dinah stepped over to the group of girls standing outside the Game room door. 

 

            “Hi girls,” Dinah chirped cheerfully, “where’s the end of the line for girls waiting to play the debreasting booth game.  It’s time to have some serious FUN!  I’m Dinah, by the way.”

            “Hi, Dinah, I’m Toney,” a slim brown-eyed brunette with turgid pinkish-brown-tipped swooping B-cups and shoulder length hair replied with a smile on her face, “Yen and I got here after these other five girls.  The brunette nodded to a short, almond-eyed Vietnamese girl with long black hair and perfect pinkish-brown-tipped A-cups, and then to the group of five closer to the Game room door before asking, “You’re the girl that just poached those monster double-D’s out of the debreasting portals, aren’t you?  You gals made the debreasting booth game look so fun that I forgot about wanting to poach the C-cups off the youngest of those three blonde sisters in the debreasting booths.  We can eat later!  Yen and I want to get nice big climaxes first!”

            “Yes, that was me, and I do think both Maura and I had fun, Toney,” Dinah admitted with a grin on her face.  “That was the third set of tits that I’ve totaled tonight.  I guess it’s time for me to get my own chest wrecked!”

            “Miss Dinah, does that mean you wish to donate those nice C-cups to the worldwide food chain tonight?” Yen asked in a sing-song voice with excited disbelief in her brown eyes. 

            “Well, Yen, I sure didn’t come to this debreasting booth nightclub with any intention of going home whole,” Dinah replied with obvious excitement.  “I know it’s going to be painful despite the orgasmatron emitter between my legs, but I’m not as scared as Maura was, and she had a blast.  I just wish I didn’t have to wait twenty minutes to give it a go.”

            “You may not have to wait THAT long, Dinah,” Toney said with a giggle as she nodded to the debreasting portals.  “Do you see the freckled swooping A-cups sticking out of booth 2’s debreasting portals?”  Toney waited for Dinah to nod before continuing with, “I heard the redhead they belong to say she drew the low card at her table, and had to take that booth so that the girl that drew the high card, presumably the chubby Latino standing in front of her, could use the Spanish spiders to rip her breasts off.  Additionally, the bacon hunter standing before booth 4’s debreasting portals is spending way too much time slobbering over those droopy D-cups in front of her to give them a pass.  That’s two sets down.  One more and you’re in during the next round of booth stints!”

            “Oh, cool!” Dinah spat with obvious relief.  “That means my boyfriend can have his friend debreast one of the five girls ahead of us as soon as they take a booth and I’m in.  If one of them chooses guillotine blade, you and Yen won’t have much of a head start on me, Toney!”  Dinah burst into laughter as one of the five girls ahead of her, a pretty black girl carrying perfect D-cups hurried away.  “Now my boyfriend’s friend can kick back and watch!”

           

“Did you see that, Wanda?” Sue asked softly after glancing out to the Game room door to check on Dinah.

            “Yeah, I did,” Wanda replied as she grinned at Sue.  “That dark-eyed Semitic beauty dressed in the purple silk skirt must be looking to add more nipple-imbedded pendants to the necklace she wears so proudly above those perfect pinkish-brown-tipped C-cups of hers.  She pointed out that pretty black girl’s D-cups to her husband, and then the black girl scampered.  She must have seen her big breasts get fingered for murder.  It pays to be alert out there in front of the Game room door.  Something that Dinah and those two girls she’s befriended don’t seem to have figured out yet!” 

“I don’t think it would make any difference to Dinah, Wanda,” Sue replied matter-of-factly.  “She’s now on a mission to get herself debreasted.  Oh, good!  Here come Bill and Cheryl from the Game room.  From the huge smile on Cheryl’s face, Wanda, I’d say your D-cups must have come in second place!”   

“Who in the heck cares abou….” Wanda began before being cut off.

“Slapped!” Janet shrilled excitedly.  “OH MY GOD!  It’s the Spanish spiders’ post rising out of the floor!  That Latino girl is going to slowly rip those brownish-pink-tipped mosquito bites off that blue-eyed redhead’s chest while she watches through her transparent booth window.  Look at the pretty little thing gulp with apprehension as the kitchen-side player reaches for the U-shaped handles at the back of those wicked debreasting modules at the top of the post.”

“Well, I’ll be damned!” Bill Jennings interjected as he took his seat and Cheryl took Zatanna’s.  “I would have bet a fillet against any girl’s breasts that we wouldn’t see THAT debreasting device get used twice…at least not twice in one night.  Let’s hope that girl has read the online instruction manual.”

“She seems to be paying proper attention to the positioning display panels, boss,” Cheryl observed softly as she glanced out to booth 2’s debreasting portals.  “She also seems to be correctly operating the positioning triggers to close the tips of the eight spider legs around each breast.”

“Yes, she’s got those metal spikes positioned atop and under the bases of those A-cups, just at the points where breast skin becomes chest skin,” Janet observed excitedly as she watched the Latino girl thumbing two round, red debreast buttons at the top of the spiders’ handles. 

Suddenly, there was a double snapping sound accompanied by the redhead behind the booth window shrilling, “EEEEIIIIIAAAGH,”  as eight Spanish spider legs snapped closed around each A-cup and the sharp metal spikes tipping them suddenly pierced skin around breast bases and were shoved into the depths of a pair of mammaries.  Janet watched the wide-eyed Latino girl jump back with a mean grin on her face and fascination in her brown eyes as the cables attached to the Spanish spiders were retracted into the post by spoolers.  The redhead sighed once in climax and the shrilled “AAAAEEEEEEE,” as her little breasts tore free from her chest, swung downward, trapped in the closed metal claws, to thump against the base of the Spanish spiders’ post, and then were rapidly drawn up to the top of the post. 

The redhead was bawling with bitter disappointment as her booth restraints finally released her. She stood there staring with disgust at her ragged breast lumps at the top of the post, while the groaning audience stared at her ragged chest wounds.  As scattered applause began, the debreasted girl backed out of her booth.  Jane, the booth attendant, would have to shear off remnants of her breast tissue and skin to tidy up her wounds, finishing the harvesting of her bacon to the fullest extent possible.  Only then would she get her chest wounds bandaged.

“HOLY SHIT!” Janet Van Dyne spat with utter disbelief on her face as Kaori hurried onto the dance floor with a silver meat tray.  “So that’s what happens when the Spanish spiders are deployed on the fast setting.  What a way to get your puppies knocked off!” 

            “Yeah, that was disgusting, wasn’t it?” Hank Pym declared as he slowly shook his head while Kaori patiently waited for the Latino girl to dump the ragged breast lumps onto the silver meat tray.  “While that is probably more like what happened to suspected witches during the Inquisition, as their torturers pressed their chests into Spanish spiders on dungeon walls and then dragged the girls backwards leaving their breasts as wall decorations, it was certainly more interesting to watch your C-cups slowly stretched away from your chest, dear wife, before they finally gave way to become sandwich meat.”

            “I’m glad you found my debreasting entertaining, darling,” Janet replied with a wicked grin on her face.  “Take note, girls!  Spanish spiders on dead slow is a pretty cool way to get your puppies knocked off.  However, Spanish spiders on fast should be way down on your list of debreasting methods that you’ve just got to try!”

            “Yes, well I won’t argue with that, Janet,” Wanda spat with a frown on her face as she folded her arms over her chest as Kaori handed the tray to the grinning Latino girl.  “The near instantaneous tearing of skin, connective tissue, and breasts from your chest has got to blow, even compared to the guillotine.  The Spanish spiders are definitely not on my to-do list, not even on dead slow.”

            “We must sound pretty crazy to you, Cheryl,” Sue said softly as she covered the ends of her D-cups with the palms of her hands, “talking about debreasting methods with such excitement in our voices.  Oh!  Now Kaori is headed into the Game room.  I wonder what she’s up to.”

            “My nipples are just as turgid as yours are, Sue,” Cheryl replied with a friendly smile on her face.  “I don’t mind watching a good debreasting, and if I were in you girls’ shoes, I’d most certainly be offering my boobs up for donation at least once…just to feel what it’s like and gain the added advantage.  If I found the experience as exciting as you girls seem to, maybe I’d become a debreasting fanatic too!  Kaori’s in the Game room collecting the trimmings from that redhead’s chest, Sue.  She’ll only get debreasted this once, so we will make sure every gram of her bacon makes it to the worldwide food chain.  For us city girls, partial donations are not a trivial matter.”

            “No, I’m sure that surrendering body parts to be converted to food is not a trivial matter, Cheryl,” Oliver observed dryly as he grinned at the stunningly beautiful 41st Century girl, “no matter how commonplace it is.  Now, while it would easy for me to daydream about watching you getting those turgidly tipped D-cup balloons of yours slowly popped as you hung them out of a pair of those debreasting portals, I’m afraid I’ll instead need to ask you to clarify something you said.  You said that you’d certainly let yourself be debreasted at least once, to feel what it’s like and gain the added advantage.  What added advantage, Cheryl?”

            “While we were in the Game room taking care of Maura’s pension, Oliver,” Bill Jennings interjected with a grin on his face and a twinkle in his grey eyes, “Cheryl and I did that bust size comparison we were talking about earlier, and also compared the 3D bust scanning data to other data available to us.  Data collected by the debreasting booths, video footage from the security cameras, and so on.”

            “As Sue pointed out when you exited the Game room, Bill,” Wanda said with a giggle while wearing a shy smile on her face, “the grin on Cheryl’s face made it obvious that your scanning data determined her to be carrying the larger D-cups.  She should have taken you up on that bet!  Cheryl, I never gave our relative breast size any thought.  Why would I?  I’ve spent most of the evening in the shadow of Diana’s monstrous double D’s”

            “Actually, Wanda, you’ve got my breast volume beat by quite a few cubic centimeters,” Cheryl replied with a broadening grin.  “What was the relative comparison, Bill?  Oh!  I remember.  The breasts mother nature gave me are ninety-eight percent of the breasts you are currently carrying, by volume!  I’ll have to hope you get yourself debreasted again later tonight if I want to be carrying the biggest breasts at this table.”

            “You are going to rub it in, aren’t you, Cheryl?” Bill asked with a mischievous grin on his face and chuckled heartily as the Grade A blonde across from the table from him nodded vigorously.  “Go ahead and make your point!  Carefully!”

             “Whose breasts were biggest wasn’t the real reason for our data comparisons, girls,” Cheryl chided with obvious relish.  “As I said, I thought Sue and Janet, as well as Wanda, obviously, were waitress material two weeks ago, but even more fit for waitressing duty on your second visit to Final Fantasy last week.  It turns out I have pretty good eyes.”

            “Cheryl’s point, which she seems to be dancing around instead of making, is that our data comparisons indicate that Sue and Janet’s breasts are five to ten percent larger now than when they walked through Final Fantasy’s door two weeks ago,” Bill Jennings announced with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.  “It seems that I should be charging Wanda’s field trip participants a breast enhancement fee as well as collecting their bacon after their first debreastings in my booths!”

            “Which means,” Cheryl spat with a grin of triumph on her face as she reached over and poked Wanda’s left breast with her right forefinger, “assuming the Chula device worked the same magic on you after your initial debreasting, Wanda, I was born with bigger breasts than you were!  You gained a half a cup size through alien technology!  Now that I’ve had my fun, I’d better check on the roasting meat and see how the kitchen staff is coming along with that backlog of orders.”  The 41st Century blonde giggled at the red-faced Avenger as she hurried away. 

            “What?” Oliver Queen asked excitedly with a broad smile on his face as he glanced out to Dinah as she chattered with the six other girls waiting to take debreasting booths; he noted that booth 2’s debreasting portals had been refilled by dark-skinned drooping C-cups as he then grinned at the male Avenger.  “Do say it’s so, Hank.  Do tell me I’m going to have almost D-cups to play with later tonight!”

            “That’s right, Ollie,” Hank replied with a silly grin on his face, “if Dinah does get herself debreasted, my using the Chula device to restore them will result in her carrying breasts that are around five percent larger, ride higher on her chest, are firmer and more perfectly shaped, and are more sensitive.  She’ll end up really moaning as you tweak her new nipples!  She won’t like the new breasts so much the next time Dr. Lactose nabs her, though.  She’ll also produce five percent or so more fluid than the last time she got force milked.  The tissue regeneration has the same effect on other body parts as well, based, of course, on our regenerated male parts and Janet’s experience with her restored clitoris.  The little bugger is…I mean…was…obviously larger and definitely more sensitive.  Not so much so that it affects the way we have sex, fortunately.”

            “Gosh darn it, Hank,” Janet grumbled softly with a wicked smile on her face, “I was trying to keep Sue and Wanda from figuring that out!  Why else would I have failed to mention the fact that Dinah’s tagging along on this girls’ night out would result in her carrying breasts that were perfect as defined by her particular genes.  I was wondering why I had such a difficult time maintaining my composure in the debreasting booth last week, but figured it out when I saw Wanda crush her lactation record last Wednesday.” 

“Our post-regeneration breasts and clitorises aren’t just five percent larger and more perfect, they work five percent more efficiently too!” Janet announced with a wicked grin on her face.  “That’s a fact that makes one heck of a difference when you have an orgasmatron emitter focused on your sexual center while your sensitive breasts are getting brutally hacked off.  Sorry, Sue, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to give you an excuse for losing your composure.  I like watching you frantically fighting to stave off climax…a fight that was always hopeless, but even more so now!”

            “Friend, Hank, am I to understand that the renewed royal orbs of Themyscira will be even larger and more firm than they were before…should they indeed be restored?” Princess Diana asked with disconcertment on her face and worry in her blue eyes.  “If that be so, then my sisters will surely guess that I have been defeated and disgraced!”

            “Your restored body parts will be perfect by the standards of your genetic makeup, Princess,” Hank replied with his patented silly grin on his face.  “Something I’ll be taking my time to verify as I feel up your breasts and finger your clitoris at the end of my doctoring, before I collect the blow job that will be my doctor’s fee.  However, before you break my arm for pointing out that you didn’t weigh in when that fee was reinstated earlier tonight, I’ll relieve you of your worries with respect to your sisters and your temporary disgrace.  I’m pretty sure ageless demigods are genetically perfect from get go to end.  You’ll be the one girl who doesn’t gain half-a-cup size at the end of her first debreasting experience.”

            “Friend Hank, Dinah and I did not comment on your renegotiated doctor’s fee because Wanda, Janet, Sue, and Zatanna had already voted to accept your terms,” Wonder Woman replied with a sheepish grin on her face.  “Little would have been gained to vote in the minority.  As with the lottery, I will do whatever is required of the girls I am with without complaint, for I am also female.  Indeed, in this case, should my femininity be restored at this evening’s end, I will practice fellatio most enthusiastically!”       

            “Well, I won’t break Hank’s heart by pointing out that I thought that doctor’s fee renegotiation was regarding FUTURE trips to…the big city,” Janet quipped with a grin on her face, “assuming Sue is also okay with this sudden turn of events.”  Janet smiled as the stunning blonde matriarch of the Fantastic Four blushed badly and then reluctantly nodded.  “Good, I’m glad that discussion is behind us because it looks like that small breasted blonde has had enough of warming up those dark-skinned droopy D-cups hanging out of booth 4.  She’s rea…YES!  Slapped!  Another set’s about to bite the dust!”

            “I’d say Bill’s skills at manipulation are rubbing off on you, good buddy,” Oliver chortled softly.  “However, might I point out that I’ll be standing there watching as you try to empty your nuts five times into superheroine gullets.  While I don’t mind watching a good blow job, I might get bored after watching two or three.”

            “It’s the blenders that those big ta tas are being given to, isn’t it Janet?” Hank asked jovially as he nodded out to booth 4’s debreasting portals.  “If they’re set on dead slow, this debreasting might take some time.  Dinah is the one who might get bored waiting to get her tits offed.  We wouldn’t want anyone to get bored would we, wife of mine?  As you got yourself debreasted first, you’ll be done giving me my doctor’s fee first.  How about you seeing to it that Oliver doesn’t get bored when we get back home…after you’ve paid your bill?”

            “He spends the better part of an hour dressing me down for what he perceives as my having cheated on him here in…the city…and now he’s pairing me with other men in our own home!” Janet grumbled softly with a grin on her face as she watched the portal-sized transparent cylinders scoop up and get pushed over the brownish-tipped D-cups hanging out of booth 4.  “Go figure!  Yes, those big sweater puppies are being fed to the blenders, Hank.  Yes, Dinah is probably getting antsy out there in front of the Game room door as she watches the bacon hunters around her scope out her C-cups with hunger in their eyes.  And yes, I’ll give Oliver my patented blow job as you collect your doctor’s fee from the other girls.  Wanda, you’ll help out with keeping Oliver entertained, won’t you?”

            “Don’t you dare drag me into this, Janet!” Wanda spat with obvious annoyance as she blushed badly.  “I know for a fact that your own oral skills are sufficient to keep Oliver entertained for as long as it takes.”

            “Yes, I’m sure they are, and I can’t argue that you know all too well how fantastic I am with fellatio, Wanda Maximoff,” Janet replied with a wicked smile on her face.  “After all, I showed a certain big breasted auburn-haired girl how to give head, not too many years ago, as she sought to preserve her virginity while the two of us were surrounded by a gang of hoodlums in a shopping mall.  That was the first of many lessons wasn’t it, Wanda?  Why not one more?  Those blenders aren’t set on one of the slower speed settings, and they’re not set on ‘one-breast-at-a-time’ mode.  Both nipples are quickly being ground to pulp!”

            “I can’t believe I ever talked to you again after that day at the mall, Janet,” Wanda retorted with obvious discomposure.  “I was a totally naïve girl, having just turned 19, when you talked me into going shopping with you while wearing our superheroine costumes.  You knew that mall, so close to the ghetto, would be filled with young thugs who would be eager to put girls of our ilk in their place.  I was terrified when the dozen or so boys surrounded us and demanded that we strip.  I could have killed the gang’s leader when I gestured at him that day, but it was a dud hex.  After that, I couldn’t concentrate to use my power, and yes I begged not to be raped.  We put it off for a bit, as I did as you instructed to bring two of the boys off orally, while you did the same with another two boys.  Then, after the thugs stripped us, we were gang raped and my virginity lost!  It wasn’t until every boy had taken their turn with us that you shrunk to insect size and blasted every one of the thugs unconscious with your Wasp stingers.  I realized immediately that you had set me up!  If I hadn’t wanted to fit in with the Avengers so badly….”

            “Virginity is a liability in our line of work, Wanda,” Janet replied with a sheepish smile on her face without taking her eyes off of the ongoing debreasting.  “Cap thought it would be a bad idea for you to surrender it to one of your teammates…most likely himself…and that you might suffer a mental breakdown if you had it taken from you during one of our more public battles with some supervillain.  As the only other female Avenger at the time, it fell to me to take care of the problem.  Admit it!  Getting gang banged was a blast!  So is getting your puppies munched by spinning blender blades, evidently.  Listen to that sow sigh in climax!”

            “Janet, you are both heartless and incorrigible,” Sue spat with obvious disgust.  “How could you do such a thing to an innocent girl, and then rub the fact that you had done so in her face in front of her friends!  I’m sorry, Wanda, I don’t know how you can put up with her!  If I’d just found out what she’d done, I’d be bashing her face in!”

            “It’s okay, Sue,” Wanda replied with embarrassment on her reddened face, “while I wish Janet would keep the more sordid experiences we’ve shared together to herself, what she just announced to the table wasn’t news to me.  As I said, I realized I had been set up for rape the moment Janet used her stingers to end what she obviously could have prevented.  I learned that Steve Rogers, the man I had a crush on, had ordered her to arrange for it as soon as I got back to Avengers’ mansion.  My brother, Pietro, had been told it would happen, and was quite worried about me.  I never let on to Steve that I knew.  Very well, Janet, we’ll take turns with Oliver while Hank has his fun.  Maybe you’ll find that I might have a technique or two to teach you!”

            “Cool!” Oliver Queen declared with a hearty chuckle.  “Now that that has been decided, and to make sure neither waspy not witchy changes her mind, why don’t we change the subject?  Seeing as we’re watching a formerly big-breasted girl getting her melons minced rather efficiently while she sighs and moans and groans and gasps in that surreal mixture of ecstasy and agony, why don’t we let Bill pick our brains, Hank?”

            “Yeah, okay, Ollie,” Hank replied as he grinned out at the rapidly filling blender cylinders and listened to the erotic sounds being issued behind booth 4’s opaque window.  “Bill, you said that you wanted to pick our brains regarding new debreasting techniques, intermission contests, and execution methods for your lottery winners.  Why don’t we start with debreasting techniques?  Have disintegrator beams been invented yet.  On dead slow, the sow could watch her breasts getting slowly truncated, like the sow out there in booth 4 is, but without the cylinders and the pink mush getting in the way of the watching.  On fast, well, poof, you’re breastless!”

            “Yes, we have that technology, Hank,” Bill Jennings replied with more than a hint of irritation, “but the purpose of the debreasting booths is not just to make the sows breastless.  The more important function is to harvest the breast meat for culinary use.  It’s a serious crime to waste valuable meat resources, which the debreasting method you just suggested would do.”

            “Oh, right!” Hank replied with a silly grin on his face as he watched the dark-skinned breasts hanging out of booth 4 disappearing into the blender jugs.  “Then sticking an aquarium filled with hungry piranha over the doomed ta tas so that they could be ripped apart in a frenzy of feeding wouldn’t work either.”

            “POPPED!” Janet squealed excitedly as she watched the blonde with tiny A-cups thrust the almost full detached blender cylinders in front of booth 4’s opaque window as the audience applauded.  “That’s a lot of ground bacon that’s going to be carried rather proudly to the kitchen, girls!”

            “Right, Hank,” Oliver agreed softly as he stared with disbelief at the spunky Avenger on the other side of his friend, “and it also means my idea to insert explosives into the center of the sow’s breast bases and blow them up, either one at a time or simultaneously, isn’t going to work either, Bill!”

            “Actually, my engineers have been working on a method for doing just that, Oliver,” Bill replied with a grin on his face.  “They’ve already come up with a brassiere-like contraption with cups that are permeable to gasses, but not liquids, that are elastic enough to expand during the explosion and contract afterwards, and yet keep the breast debris from escaping during the process.  Cups with sturdy metal rims that could be pushed over breasts hanging out of the debreasting portals could easily be manufactured.  The problem is the concussive forces that would be exerted on the sow’s trapped ribcage!  In order to get girls to become sows and risk donating their breasts to my kitchen, the debreasting booth games have to be appealing to them.  A free orgasmatron treatment isn’t very appealing if you’re going to get your ribcage blown open!”

            “Not a problem, Bill!” Hank announced jubilantly.  “Just insert the explosives on the centers of the outer surfaces of small disks…disks that are ever so slightly parabolic away from the ribcage and that can be expanded, at least slightly, inside the breast like an iris.  If the disks were made of the same metal as Captain America’s shield…was…adamantium-vibranium alloy, which deflects most and absorbs the rest of the force without transmitting the energy to the other side of the metal…all of the explosive blasts would be deflected forwards or sideways and there would be no concussive force directed towards the ribcage.  Boom, and the breast is shredded shrapnel inside those vapor-permeable meat bags you said your engineers had already developed.”

            “Excellent, Hank and Oliver,” Bill exclaimed with a broad smile on his face, “the metal alloy you spoke of would be quite expensive, but probably worth the price.  I think that debreasting method would become quite popular with the girls that want to get their donations over with quickly if they get chosen for harvesting by a kitchen-side player.  Will you do the honor of demonstrating the new debreasting method, Wanda?”

            Wanda blushed badly before replying, “No, Bill, I’d rather not.  I prefer my girls to go to the kitchen whole and uncooked.  Besides, Janet’s husband is the one who helped make Ollie’s idea feasible.”

            Janet grinned wickedly at Bill Jennings as she spat, “The funs over way to quickly for my tastes, Bill, even if I get my C-cups blown up one at a time!  Let’s see if ‘The Big Bang’ doesn’t catch on by itself, first.  If it doesn’t, then maybe I’d be willing to be demo girl like earlier tonight.  By the way, Oliver, Dinah’s getting closer to doing her second booth stint.  All three girls who entered the debreasting booth at Jill’s urging are climaxing during their final booth stint minute.  Those tiny swooping A-cups that just filled booth 4 are already getting some serious attention too!  That big-breasted blonde seems to be coveting Chinese food despite the small portions!”

            “You can always count on Janet for the play-by-play,” Hank chortled softly as he glanced out to watch the pinkish-brown nipples protruding from booth 4 getting suckled.  “Working out the solution to Ollie’s suggestion gave me an idea for a debreasting booth device, Bill.”

           

            “Given that you and Toney both claim to not want to get debreasted tonight, Yen, I think you should be feeling fortunate right now that her A-cups got stuck through the debreasting portals before yours did,” Dinah said with a giggle as she nodded towards debreasting booth 4.  “It looks like that blonde is looking to up her melanin count through ingestion.”

            “Yes, Dinah, it would seem that you are most correct,” Yen replied softly with a shiver in her voice.  “It is said by many that melanin improves the taste of the breast bacon.  Perhaps your fair skin will see your breasts preserved despite your wishes.”

            “And perhaps not,” Toney interjected softly as she nodded to the group of bacon hunters behind them, “I’m not positive, but I think the papered girl in the purple skirt as been eyeing your C-cups, Dinah.  You might want to go sit back down!”

            Dinah turned just in time to see the dark-eyed Arabic beauty look away from her.  The ponytailed Justice Leaguer cupped her breasts in mock protectiveness, and twisted around so that her back would be to the papered bacon hunter.  “Yeah, I watched her harvest another girls’ breasts earlier.  She’s a bit on the mean side.  I think she targets big breasts, though, so I should be okay.” 

            “I’m not so sure, Dinah!” Toney declared in a quivering voice as she nodded to the group of three in front of Yen.  “In case you haven’t noticed, they are all carrying variously shaped and colored B-cups like me!”

            Dinah grinned and then tried to frown.  She thought the Arabic girl might be mean enough to use a knife on another girl’s tits!  She hoped the Semitic beauty preferred pale-skinned perfect-shaped breasts to the droopy dark-skinned variety.  The sow in booth 2 would have a couple of minutes left on her timer when what was left of the original five booth-side players exited the Game room.

 

            Bill Jennings frowned as he patiently waited for an excited Wanda and Sue to end their discussion regarding the Middle Eastern girl’s paying attention to Dinah, and the fact that the ponytailed blonde had just become aware of that fact.  “It’s silly to worry about it girls.  If Dinah takes a debreasting booth, her breast bacon is up for grabs to anyone who wants it.  If Shada covets Dinah’s C-cups, they are history.  I’m sorry, but you and I might find that a bit disappointing, Oliver.  Even though she wouldn’t think of eating Dinah’s breast bacon, which she considers below her status and an affront to her religion, Shada wouldn’t likely be tempted to trade the harvested meat for a stock fillet.  She’s rich in her own right, as the royal blood of Saudi Arabia runs through her veins, and is influential enough to get the husband she bought on the City Council.  You’ll most likely miss out on tasting your girlfriend, and I’ll miss out on collecting my heroine memorabilia!  Now, Hank, let’s back to your idea for a new debreasting method.”         

            “Yeah, okay,” Hank replied as he glanced from Dinah to the debreasting portals, “instead of having small rods punch up through the drapes of the sow’s ta tas to insert explosives into the centers of her breast bases, have them insert rotating laser projectors set so that the slicing beams’ focal points gradually expand as they rotate.  That way the breasts are slowly sliced from the sow’s chest from the inside out.  At the end, the breast meat would be attached to the sow by her dermis and epidermis alone.”

            “EWWwww!” Wanda groaned as she imagined the lasers working on her D-cups.  “I bet that would feel really weird!  I like the ‘Inside Outs’!  Just imagine your skin sagging, Sue, as your girls’ connective tissue was sliced away from your chest, before the skin itself was finally parted and your bacon drops into the kitchen-side players hands.  With that method, the breasts could be removed simultaneously or one at a time.  What do you think, Sue?  You’re the laser queen!  Want to demo it?”

            “You go ahead, Wanda, I’m not sure I like the part where the boobies get speared,” Sue said softly with a frown on her face.  “Besides, I plan on trying to keep my boobies on my chest every time I play the booth game from now on!  Three of the girls in the debreasting booths just finished their booth stints and will be leaving the Game room whole.  If they can do it, so can I!”

            “Let’s hope that doesn’t work out for you that way tonight, Sue,” Oliver Queen declared softly with a mean grin on his face.  “I want to see all my tablemates donating body parts to reward me and Hank for our sacrifices at the start of the evening.  I’m out of melon harvesting methods.  Shall we move on to intermission contests?”

            “Actually, I have one more idea for a debreasting method, Ollie,” Hank replied with a grin on his face.  “A ‘Hoop La Hoop’!  A collapsible diaphragm that encircles the sow’s chest and has circular saw attached to a central track.  The spinning saw circles the track as the hoop it’s attached to slowly contracts.  Pretty soon, one ta ta and then the other starts taking saw cuts.  The breasts would end up attached to the sow only by the skin near her sternum, before they’re not attached at all.”

            “I like the idea of the intermittent damage to each breast, Hank,” Sue said softly as her face reddened.  “However, that shouldn’t be surprising, given my infatuation with the debreasting pendulum blade.  We must really be sounding nuts to you about now, Diana.”

            “Perhaps a bit, friend Sue,” the Amazon Princess admitted with a chuckle.  “Still, I must admit I have enjoyed watching many girls tonight surrendering their womanly orbs.  Perhaps we will watch friend Dinah do so soon.  Only she and the thin brunette now wait outside the Game room door.  Were I breasted, I might go to yon portals and take a set of orbs to the kitchen counter, making room for one of those two girls to become a sow!”

            “Hah!” Janet spat jubilantly as she nodded to the refilled debreasting portals.  “The Princess just admitted she’s joined the debreasting fanatic club…and hinted that she is especially pleased when tablemates are the ones getting their balloons popped.  Don’t worry, Dinah doesn’t have long to wait before she does her second booth stint.  Those droopy dark-skinned C-cups hanging out of booth 2 can’t have more than a minute left on the sow inside’s timer, and the blonde in front of booth 4 seems to be seriously teasing the owner of those swooping A-cups about her mosquito bites becoming sandwich….  YES!  Slapped!  Another pair of puppies has been sentenced to death!  Look, it’s the buzz saw, and rising fairly quickly!”

            “Yes, indeed it is, Janet,” Bill Jennings agreed with a chuckle, “which means Dinah will be in booth 2 shortly.  As we’ll all likely want to give your girlfriend our undivided attention, Oliver, let’s quickly hear your ideas for intermission contests and execution methods for my lottery winners.”

            “Sure, Bill, I’ll give you the same intermission contest that Dinah likely came up with while you interviewed her in the Game room,” Oliver Queen replied with a grin on his face.  “Let your female customers challenge each other to blow job contests.  Line up three guys, whose goals are not to squirt, in front of each girl and let them demonstrate their best fellatio.  The girl who gives the best head walks away, while the other girls get unspent cocks replaced with gun barrels and their brains blown out.  Instant long pigs!”

            “Alternatively, the losers could get debreasted as they lean over the bend-over bar,” Wanda interjected softly with a wry smile on her face.  “Then, MAYBE, Janet and I MIGHT participate in such a contest.  It might be fun to compete against each other, so long as my winning doesn’t get Janet killed!”

            “You’ve got no chance at all of winning against me, Wanda,” Janet replied with a wicked grin on her face.  “Well, if there are more than two girls in the contest, neither of us might win.  I bet these…city…girls get fellatio technique training in their high school sex education cla…. Oh the buzz saw has already reached the drapes of that sow’s tiny breast balloons!”

            “Indeed they do get such training in their high school classes, Janet,” Bill Jennings acknowledged with a grin.  “The training is meant to teach them how to sometimes avoid coitus and the subsequent donation of babies to The Orphanages.  If the dart game at Club X hadn’t gone so long, you girls might have gotten a chance to take a dare regarding your oral skills last week.  What about you, Hank.  Intermission contest ideas?”

            “Sure, Bill, but I’m afraid this might not be too original,” Hank replied with a silly grin on his face.  “Have the contestants step up onto perches just large enough for their toes and, after getting debreasting noose modules attached to ceiling ropes cinched into the bases of their ta tas, let them have a balancing contest.  The girl who stays on her perch the longest ends the contest whole, while the rest air dance before dropping to the floor in three pieces.”

            “Doable, Hank,” Bill replied with a wry grin on his face, “although I might add a hangman’s noose and a drop of about eighteen inches after the breasts come loose into the mix.  After a moderate length of air dancing, any surviving contest losers would be allowed to go home as breastless girls.  There’s nothing like the thrill of a long-drop hanging and the worry that your neck might snap, is their Wanda?”  The nightclub owner chuckled at the disconcertment on the big-breasted Avenger’s face.

            “Popped!” Janet hollered gleefully as the tiny set of A-cups came free in the blonde’s hands and was shoved up before booth 4’s opaque window as the nightclub was filled with cheering.  “And their goes Dinah’s new dark-haired friend towards the Game room door.”

 

            “In you go, Toney,” Dinah chirped with a happy grin on her face as she made a point of cupping and lifting her own perfect pinkish-tipped C-cups.  “These luscious tits will be on the kitchen side of those debreasting portals before you get your debreasting options set.  With any luck, if one of us gets her chest wrecked, it will be me.  If my debreastor take his or her time, you and Yen may even get to watch my tits getting ruined from the dance floor!”  Dinah giggled as the brunette stared at her like she was crazy and then rushed through the Game room door to dump her bottoms.

 

            “As Wanda is obviously going to ignore my question, we might as well move onto execution methods for my lottery losers, boys,” Bill declared as he continued to chuckle at the red-faced Scarlet Witch.  “How should I turn the sows into either live roasters or long pigs?  Keep in mind that the sow’s discomfort is irrelevant compared to my patrons entertainment!”

            “Well, in that case, I’d suggest bagging the sows, Bill,” Oliver Queen replied with another mean smile on his face.  “Stick thin, but strong, transparent plastic bags over their heads and use elastic straps to seal the bags close around their necks.  I’d do it with them standing with their hands tied behind their backs or sitting in chairs with their legs secured open.  It would take a few minutes to use up the air in the bags, before very scary and painful deaths from suffocation began.  The girls would put on quite a show before finally passing out.  Leave them out on the dance floor for another ten minutes, and you’ve got your long pigs.  Hank?”

            “Nothing that I could come up with would be particularly entertaining, Oliver,” Hank replied with a sheepish grin on his face as he watched a pair of swooping C-cups fill booth 4’s debreasting portals.  “I’d be too worried about providing the winning sows a quick and merciful ending…after I cut off their ta tas, that is!  I’d probably strap them face down to a bench and brain them before shoving the spit tip up their vagina.  Look, the dark-skinned C-cups are being pulled from booth 2” 

            “Yes, which means Dinah will be entertaining you folks by risking her breast bacon in another minute or two,” Bill Jennings replied with a thoughtful look on his face.  “I think I better have a word with Sydney Thatcher, just in case Dinah gets her offered donations accepted and sent to my kitchen, assuming your plans haven’t changed Oliver.  We wouldn’t want Sydney’s disappointment at losing a second date to Club X tomorrow night cause him to do something rash, would we?  A recently nullified Dinah probably wouldn’t enjoy taking a ride on Jessica!”  Bill roared with laughter as he watched a slack-jawed Green Arrow slowly shake his head, while an irritated Wanda spat, “Men!”, and then he hurried away.

 

             Dinah Lance smiled at the slender Chinese girl exiting the Game room with white round bandages on her chest and grinning like a Cheshire cat, and then nodded at the slightly chubby black girl behind her, who seemed happy to have retained her droopy C-cups after getting a free orgasmatron treatment.  The ponytailed superheroine then smiled at Bill Jennings as he walked past her headed towards one of the forward tables, and received a curt nod in return, probably an indication of the nightclub owner’s disapproval of her having debreasted Maura, costing him a pension. 

As Dinah shrugged her shoulders and stepped through the Game room door for a second time, she noticed the enigmatic poster reading, ‘Is This Your Lucky Night?’  It was obvious that both the Chinese girl and the black girl had considered their debreasting booth games to have been part of a lucky night.  As Dinah stepped inside and dumped her black and gold bikini bottoms at end of a lineup of variously styled and hued bottoms on the floor near the door, she wondered if she would be happy either way her booth stint ended. 

Would she, the Black Canary, be pushing her luck if she managed to make it through her second debreasting booth game whole?  That would guarantee a third pleasure beam session and let her harvest yet another set of breasts, but what if no one accepted her offered donations during her third booth stint?  Would Wanda really see to it that she kept her rendezvous with Sydney Thatcher, despite the fact that she would likely be killed playing death games at Club X?  The 21st Century blonde shrugged her shoulders again, as she remembered the surreptitious stares the 41st Century Semitic beauty had been giving her C-cups.  She probably didn’t need to worry about what Wanda might do!  Dinah Lance hurried towards booth 2.

 

“Hello, Sydney, Gerald, and Agatha,” Bill Jennings said with a pleasant smile on his face as he took the empty chair at the table, “I hope you folks are enjoying yourselves tonight, despite Heather’s bad luck.  Your long pig is ready for you collect when your evening here is done, by the way, Sydney.”

“Thanks, Bill,” Sydney replied cordially with a forced smile on his face, “while we’d hoped whichever wife got sent into the Game room would come out whole, we all knew the risks of playing an unprotected debreasting booth game.  I don’t blame you or Final Fantasy for what happened to Heather.  However, giving me your condolences isn’t why you’re here, is it?”

“No, Sydney, it isn’t,” Bill admitted with a sheepish grin on his face.  “I’m aware that you and the ponytailed blonde at my table have exchanged promises.  Dinah’s just entered the Game room, and as some of the other girls at my table noticed Shada,” the nightclub owner nodded to the Middle Eastern papered girl in the silk purple skirt on the dance floor, “scoping out Dinah’s C-cups, I suspect she isn’t going to be able to accompany you to Club X tomorrow night, Sydney.  As you might have noticed, the men at my table and I have been systematically nullifying the girls we sit with.  If Shada, or anyone else, does slap Dinah’s debreast button, at her bearded boyfriend’s request, I’m going to enter the Game room and manually override her debreasting options to change ‘de-clit option no’ to ‘de-clit option yes’.  I just wanted you to know that Dinah didn’t break her promise not to alter the debreasting options she used when you played the debreasting booth game with her earlier tonight, Sydney.”

“So, you expect me to keep my promises to the bitch that debreasted my wife, because she TRIED to keep her promises to me, Bill?” Sydney Thatcher asked with obvious ire.  “Just where in the hell does that leave me?”

“With some promises regarding Dinah’s sisters to keep, and the need to find another date to Club X tomorrow night, Sydney,” Bill replied calmly but firmly, “IF Dinah gets debreasted.  I might be able to help with the latter matter.  You know Ted Stevens, right?”  Bill waited until Sydney nodded before announcing, “Well, Ted has a table near Final Fantasy’s main entrance, and is sitting with two tasty looking girls, both of whom were hoping to be escorted to Club X tomorrow night.  If Dinah get’s debreasted, and it looks like Shada is headed her way right now, I suggest you go say hello to Ted and offer your services as escort for whichever girl he wants.  Now I better get into the Game room, just in case Dinah’s debreast button does get slapped.”  Bill Jennings stood and walked purposefully towards the Game room door.

 

A minute earlier, the Black Canary had entered booth 2, sliding her upper torso forward along the narrow, leather-covered torso restraint on the left side of the booth.  After reaching the front of the booth, she waited patiently while the surface on which she was standing rose slightly, so that the bases of her breasts were at the precise elevation to be vertically centered in the debreasting portals.  Dinah grinned and spread her feet until her thighs pressed against the leather covered t-bars on either side of her, and then slid her perfect pinkish-tipped C-cups through the portals in front of her into the kitchen side of The Wall.  The ponytailed blonde raised her arms and pressed her chest firmly against the inner rims of the debreasting portals, causing the torso restraint to snap closed around her back, securing her chest tightly in place against the forward booth wall, while, simultaneously, the t-bar straps encircled tightly around her thighs and the vertical bars they were attached to tilted slightly to adjust her pelvis position and center her clitoris over the orgasmatron emitter she was eager to get another taste of. 

The Black Canary quickly moved her right hand to the controls below the computer screen on the right side of her booth window.  With practiced precision, she quickly selected ‘Knife’ from the ‘debreasting method’ option menu, grinned as both the ‘allow nipple docking’ sub-option and the ‘debreasting speed’ option menus auto-skipped to the ‘window transparency’ option menu, and selected ‘two-way’ so that the nightclub audience would be able to see the bravery on her face if her tender chest ornaments were accepted for donation and carved off of her chest.  Without hesitation, Dinah selected ‘de-clit option no’, followed by ‘start timer’—satiating her curiosity regarding what it was like to get declitted wasn’t worth pissing Sydney Thatcher off, she reasoned. 

Her debreasting options finally set, the Black Canary turned her attention to the dance floor on the other side of The Wall.  There were a half dozen bacon hunters on the dance floor, and behind them, a Middle Eastern couple—a male in his forties dressed in a white suit and the incredibly stunning dark-eyed vixen in her mid-twenties wearing a long, royal-purple silk skirt.  Dinah couldn’t help but notice that the Semitic beauty’s gleaming dark-brown eyes were focused on her own at-risk C-cups, and that the Arabic girl’s perfect C-cups were tipped with turgid pinkish-brown nipples on oversized light-brownish areolae—the papered Arabic girl was obviously excited at the prospect of adding Dinah’s nipples, encased in plastic beads, to the necklace she wore above her lovely breasts.  The Black Canary’s own pinkish breast tips stiffened as she recognized the dire danger she had placed herself in.

Dinah gasped with surprise as one of the un-papered bacon hunters, a Grade-A redhead with gleaming blue eyes and perfect brownish-pink-tipped D-cups, suddenly stepped forward and palmed her fair-skinned C-cups, before asking, “Would you mind if I poached these beautiful boobs of yours, Miss?  The smells emanating from those roasting turkeys are making me quite hungry!”

“Yeah, although, for reasons you wouldn’t understand, I’m troubled to admit I agree with you, Miss,” Dinah replied with a look of abashment on her face.  “The roasting girl meat smells delicious!  As for my tender C-cups, when I stuck them through these debreasting portals, I put them up for grabs.  While I hope to have them on my chest before I go to bed tonight, what happens to them for the next nine minutes or so is up to you kitchen-side players to decide.  Whatever happens, I plan to enjoy a nice long orgasmatron beam treatment!”

The fine-featured redhead gently lifted Dinah’s C-cups to gage their weight, before switching to tweaking her erect nipples, as she grinned broadly and softly declared, “Well, I can’t really decide if you’re the reluctant type of sow I prefer to play with Miss, but I am damn hungry so I guess I won’t let the question get in the way of my feeding my face.  Let’s check and see how and how fast I’m going to turn these lovely boobs into bacon.”

Dinah giggled as she watched disgust fill the redhead’s blue eyes and her excited grin morph into a frown of disappointment as the girl stared at the computer screen above booth 2’s red debreast button.  “Go for it, Miss,” the Black Canary urged softly with a mischievous grin on her face and a twinkle in her blue eyes, “it is likely easier than you think, and if you’re creative enough, I guarantee I’ll wish I hadn’t entered this debreasting booth.  That will especially be the case if you do your breast pleasuring well before you go to work on my boobs with the knives.  Before you’re done, I’ll most likely be the most reluctant sow you’ve ever turned into a breastless girl!”

“I…I…no, I don’t think…I’m up to….” The redhead sputtered as she returned to tweaking Dinah’s turgid nipples.

“Then leave the sow’s pig meat to someone who IS up to it, you big-titted infidel!” the sultry Semitic girl with raven hair that ran down to the small of her back hissed impatiently from the position she had taken just behind the redhead.  “Although, in truth, I would rather it were your perfect D-cups in that debreasting booth waiting to provide me my wineskins, I will settle for smaller flexible canteens.  Slap her debreast button and call for the knives, or step away, you filthy cow!  Do as I say or my husband will see you on Jessica’s back!”

Dinah smiled at the dark-eyed Middle Eastern belle as the Grade A redhead hurried off into the depths of the nightclub while the bacon hunters who had been teasing the sows in the other debreasting booths retreated to the center of the dance floor, and quipped, “Well, it looks like you have my, and everyone else’s, full attention, Miss.  My name is Dinah.  May I know the name of the lovely girl who is, evidently, about to ruin my tits?”  

“Silence, you pale-skinned heathen!” the exquisite Arabic girl hissed with a twisted grin on her face as she stepped forward and began tickling the undersides of Dinah’s breasts.  “Shada does not exchange pleasantries with sows.  You have outsmarted yourself by trying to vouchsafe your breasts by choosing a debreasting method that most kitchen-side players would find both tedious and repugnant.  Shada is not most kitchen-side players!  I will be quite pleased to slowly skin these perfect C-cups.  Yours will be the first of many sets of wineskins I hope to have made from beam junkies’ breasts!”

A feisty Black Canary opened her mouth to issue a sharp retort, only to hear the click of her debreast button being pressed.  Dinah Lance’s breasts had just been doomed to die a slow and painful death.  The ponytailed Justice Leaguer moaned as her clitoris was suddenly bathed in beamed pleasure, while Shada turned toward the kitchen and called out, “Waitress, this sow has selected knife for her debreasting method.  Bring me a tray with the full complement of tools, for I mean to skin her milk bags while she screams, begging for her agony to end.  Before I begin her torture, however, I wish to see her reminded of sensations she will never again feel.” 

You, two,” Shada said as she pointed to a pair of lovely C-cupped brunettes in the center of the dance floor, “each of you take a tit and give the fair-skinned sow your best breast pleasuring.  If you can get her to a state of constant climax, I’ll buy each of you whichever meat cut you prefer from one of the turkeys!  Then I’ll busy myself with the collecting of wineskins.  GO!”  Shada chuckled gleefully as she stepped aside and the two brunettes rushed forward, before thoughtfully adding, “Waitress, add a dry towel to that tray.  I’ll wager I’ll have more than a little heathen spit to wipe from my wineskins before I peel them from this infidel’s pig meat!”

 

“Easy, Oliver,” Wanda urged softly as she watched anger filling the bearded hero’s green eyes.  “Dinah is a sow, and Shada is a papered girl with her husband standing beside her.  She can say anything she wants to and about the sow in the debreasting booth, and do anything she wishes to the sow’s breasts now that she has slapped the sow’s debreast button.  If you try to interfere with either the taunting or the debreasting, you might end up getting the glans of your penis docked off.  Just stay seated and stay silent.”

“Listen to Wanda, Oliver,” Sue implored in a whisper as she frowned with sorrow filled blue eyes while she watched Kaori carry a tray filled with sharp blades out to Shada, “and try to prepare yourself for the less than visually pleasing debreasting Dinah has set herself up for.  Wanda, Janet, and I have seen it up close…and it’s pretty…gross!  We warned your wild and reckless girlfriend that she might end up getting her breasts skinned before the kitchen-side player finally got to the breast removal process when she said she was considering this debreasting method option.  I guess there was no talking her out of it!”

“You two are just being worrywarts!” Janet chided softly as she smiled to Oliver.  “This is what Oliver has been waiting to see all night.  Sure, it might not be particularly pretty, and Dinah may end up howling in horror and agony almost as much as she gasps and sighs in ecstasy, but you’re finally going to be able to see your girlfriend getting debreasted, Oliver.  Just remind yourself that everything will be fine when we get back home, and Dinah’s debreasting experience here is nothing more than a pleasant memory.  Hank, it didn’t bother you to watch me getting debreasted, did it?”

“Debreasted and declitted, wench,” Hank replied with a smirk on his face, “which is what Dinah’s about to get as well.  Bill just stepped into the back of booth 2, Ollie!”  Hank looked thoughtful for a moment, before adding, “And yes, Janet, some of what I saw and heard while you were getting nullified in that debreasting booth bothered me quite a bit.  I love you!  If what Dinah’s about to get is really going to test Wanda’s theory about pain and pleasure melding together to form one terrifically enjoyable sensation, as you three girls seem to be thinking it will, then I’m sure Oliver is going to be  pretty bothered by what he sees and hears as well.  However, just remember you’ll be able to tease Dinah about the day you watched her get nullified for the rest of her life, Ollie.  It’s going to be worth it!”

“Yes, it will, Hank, old buddy,” Oliver replied with a chuckle.  “I’ll be fine, girls…really.  If this was what Dinah said she wanted, she’ll be fine too.  From the sounds of her moans, she’s having a pretty good time at the moment.  Wanda, you said you came here to put what the Riddler forced upon you behind you by allowing yourself to get debreasted.  Dinah was brutally raped and tortured by some drug dealers during the ‘longbow hunter’ affair.  She probably chose to get herself debreasted by human hands, rather than technology, as a way to prove she can voluntarily accept torture and get past what the drug dealers did to her.  I’ll bet a stock fillet against either pair of breasts remaining at this table that she neither begs nor screams for mercy!”

“Friend, Oliver,” Princess Diana asked softly as she sipped her Lactic Blaster, “do you believe Sue and Wanda to be fools?  They know friend Dinah to be a superheroine who has intentionally endangered her own femininity.  I trust your offered wager will not be accepted!”  Wonder Woman smiled as both breasted girls nodded vigorously.          

 

“Hello again, Dinah,” Bill Jennings chuckled softly as he stepped into the back of debreasting booth 2.  “Don’t get excited, it’s just me.  I thought I’d check in and see how a guest at my table is doing.  Is anything interesting happening?”

“You bet, Mr. Jennings,” Dinah chirped as she momentarily stifled the moans of pleasure the orgasmatron beams bathing her sex and the duel suckling and tickling of her turgid C-cups had been eliciting from her.  “I’m in a debreasting booth, my kill button has been slapped by Scheherazade, and I’ve got a pair of brunettes working over my breast tips in an effort to help the pleasure beams force climax on me while the Middle Eastern fairytale hottie sorts through a meat tray full of various types and sizes of knives, trying to decide which one to use on my tender C-cups when I finally start climaxing.  Do you know what, Bill?  That dark-eyed beauty says she’s going to skin my tits before she makes me flat-chested!”

“Oh God!” came from outside the front of the debreasting booth, and a pair of startled brunettes straightened up to stare through the transparent booth window.  “It’s Mr. Jennings!” the brunette on the left hissed with concern filling her face.  “I heard him say the girl we’re trying to ready for debreasting is his guest!  What are we going to do?”

“Just go back to your breast pleasuring, girls,” Bill Jennings chuckled softly.  “I’m not here to save my pretty guest from being debreasted, I’m here to share her pain as she suffers through it.  In a moment, I’ll begin helping you force climax on Dinah, here.  You don’t mind if I have intercourse with you for a few minutes before Shada, a Saudi Arabian Princess, not Scheherazade, a Persian Queen from the fairytale, begins slowly skinning your breasts, do you Dinah?”

“And when the fun starts, does ‘share my pain’ mean you’re going to sodomize me like you did Janet, Bill?” Dinah asked softly in mock horror as she twisted her head to see the smile on the nightclub owner’s face.

“That’s right, Dinah, just like Janet with only minor alterations,” Bill replied with a hearty chuckle.

“No, I don’t mind, Bill,” Dinah replied softly.  “It should make this a very memorable experience!”

“Get back to your breast suckling, you heathen cows, or you won’t get the meat cuts I offered you!” Shada hissed as she turned from the tray of knives her husband had been holding for her.  “I want her in a state of constant climax when I begin peeling breast skins from pig meat!  How dare you interfere in my affairs, Jennings!  What if I don’t want you in there sharing that sow’s pain?  I gain no benefit from your distractions!”

“I guess I was being a bit presumptuous, wasn’t I, Shada?” Bill Jennings admitted with a nod as the brunettes’ heads lowered out of sight and Dinah began cooing in pleasure.  “I meant no disrespect, but would like to take Dinah’s hot body for a spin and then share in her pain.  Is there anything I can do in here that would make what little distraction I might be to your fun seem, instead, to be a benefit gained?”

“Let me take the pale-skinned infidel’s clitoris as well as her breast skins, Jennings!” Shada offered with an excited grin on her face.  “Can you reset her debreasting options?  If I am to get another necklace pendant, I am quite sure I can ignore your presence in the booth.”

“Yes, I can do that, Shada,” Bill replied with a hearty chuckle as Dinah went for an Oscar and gasped in surprise and looked terrified.  “I’ll even throw in meat cuts from one of the turkeys for those brunettes’ tablemates, if they can help me force that state of constant climax on Dinah within four minutes.  Then all but one of the sows presently in debreasting booths will have finished with their final-booth-minute orgasmatron treatments.  Then you can get started with Dinah’s debreasting with little distraction.  How does that sound?”

Shada grinned triumphantly as she saw the terror on the ponytailed blonde’s face and the fervor with which the brunettes were now suckling and rubbing breasts, and declared, “Reset the debreasting option to have the pale-skinned sow’s clitoris stretched out of her vulva and readied to be decapitated with the laser slicer.  Then you’ll hear no complaints from me!”  

         “Very well, Shada,” Bill replied with a wry smile on his face, before nodding to Jane and instructing, “Jane, use the override controls to reset booth 2’s debreasting options to ‘declit option yes’ with the declitting on a timer delay of three-and-a-half minutes.  That way the force field rings will begin her clitoris stretching at about the same time you begin skinning her breasts, Shada.  I’ll wager Dinah’s sex life is fully stretched out and waiting for the chop well before the breast skins are yours.  When her breast balloons are fully popped, all three of us will hear that joyful snap of a severed well-stretched clitoral shaft retreating into its cavity while Dinah’s sex life slides down a metal chute to end up on your side of the debreasting portals.”

            Bill Jennings roared with laughter as the Black Canary issued a triple sigh of climax and liquid sprayed from her vulva and coated her thighs while she watched a small screen drop out of the inside wall of her booth to fill a small corner of her upper left window; simultaneously, another screen dropped out behind it from the outer wall on the kitchen side of booth 2.  “You both can see the timer counting down, Shada and Dinah,” Bill Jennings chortled gleefully as he reached down with his right index finger and wiped some of the earlier, thicker and whiter female ejaculate from Dinah’s left inner thigh.  “Now excuse me girls, while I step back and strip.  I don’t think trying to share this sow’s pain with my pants around my ankles is a smart way to go!”

           

            “There’s the viewing screen!” Janet Van Dyne squealed excitedly as she squirmed on her chair.  “Bill did as Shada asked and has arranged for that Arabic vixen to add Dinah’s clitoris to her pendant collection.  Wanda, you and Sue should join in the fun and make it six of six nullo’s making the ride home after a particularly eventful girls’ night out!”

            “Sorry, Janet, but I’m not going to ever voluntarily get myself neutered, and I know without asking that Sue feels the same way,” Wanda replied softly with a grim look on her face.  “Additionally, while I agree this has been a most eventful and entertaining girls’ night out, I don’t think we should overlook the fact that only five of six girls will be making the trip home.  While that couldn’t be helped, it shouldn’t be forgotten!”

 

            Black Canary was moaning quite loudly in pleasure as a nude Bill Jennings stepped back into debreasting booth 2.  The ponytailed blonde bucked in her restraints as he placed his right hand on the outside of her hip, and then froze as she felt him brush her sopping wet labia minora with the glans of his turgid penis.  The nightclub owner chuckled as he asked, “Are you ready to get your vagina filled with 41st Century cock, you vivacious blonde?”

            “YES…yes…Bill!” Dinah Lance gasped as she struggled to maintain her composure as the insidious pleasure beams bathed her sex and the two brunettes pampered her breasts.  “Fuck my pussy…fuck me hard!  Make me cum…so Shada can wreck my tits…and steal my clit!  Take me, Bill…take me now!  OHhhh!  OOOOOHH!  AAAHHHHHhhhhh!  GOD YEESSSS!  You’re so fucking BIG, Bill!”

            Bill Jennings chuckled heartily as the 21st Century superheroine gasped in climax as he entered her tight vagina, and she coated both of their inner thighs with female discharge.  As he began avidly humping into her sex, he chortled, “Yes, Dinah, while I’m no Green Arrow, I’m more than adequately endowed.  I’m quite sure that, about three minutes from now, you’ll be glowing with pleasure as Shada goes to work on your tender breasts.  Come for me again, you sultry slut, and sing like a Canary!”

 

            Oliver Queen grinned from ear to ear as a series of long, almost continuous, sighs began issuing from booth 2 and the audience around him began chuckling and giggling at the copious quantities of discharge flowing from the vulva on the booths little viewing screen.  “That’s my Dinah,” Oliver quipped softly as he shook his head in disbelief, “she always was a gusher!”  Then the bearded hero stared at Wanda Maximoff with remorse on his face as he pointed out, “While it is generous of you to say that what happened to Zatanna couldn’t be helped, Wanda, you are right when you say that going home one girl short shouldn’t…no can’t…be forgotten.  Zatanna is going to be missed fairly quickly.  What do we say when we’re asked where she is?”

            “The same as always, Oliver,” Wanda replied softly with embarrassment on her face.  “We say that we aren’t sure what she’s up to, and then lie and say that she mentioned her desire to bring that Panamanian drug lord that has been giving female Justice Leaguers a bad time to justice.  We leave it at that, and let our friends and teammates and the rest of the world believe what they wish.  We can all do that, can’t we?”

            “Aye, ‘twould be a believable deflection of the truth, friend Wanda,” Wonder Woman acknowledged with a reddened face as she remembered her own unpleasant experience with the Panamanian drug lord. “And Manuel Rodriguez fully deserves any the retribution that the suspicions we build might bring him.  He is a cruel man who pierced and ringed my nipples, and then bound me at the end of a pier with my magic lasso tied to a chain connected to my nipple rings and a baited hook in the ocean at the other end of the line.  If not for Superman’s unexpected intervention, the royal orbs of Themyscira would have been terribly maimed as a hungry shark took the flounder on the hook as food, before ripping the rings from my breast tips as it swam out to sea.”  Princess Diana’s blush deepened as she instinctively reached for her nipples, and was again reminded that she was a breastless girl.

 

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            “Diana’s right!” Oliver Queen agreed with a wry smile on his face.  “No one will question the idea of Zatanna trying to bring Rodriguez to justice.  She had her own run in with the drug lord not too long ago.  The bastard kidnapped her and force milked her for three months straight, after his Indian witchdoctor caused her breasts to magically swell to mammoth proportions.  Rumor has it that Zee was knocked up too, and was forced to make a difficult decision regarding the fetus!”

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            “Yes, and she nearly had to make a difficult decision regarding her breasts as well,” Wanda replied softly.  “She had a difficult time with neutralizing the witchdoctor’s spell and getting the lactation-inducing drugs out of her system.  She and I talked several times about breast guillotines, as she considered magically regenerating her breasts from scratch.  Those discussions eventually led to my including her in my girls’ nights out, and, sadly, ultimately to Zatanna’s untimely demise tonight.  Then it is settled!  We stick with our standard cover story!”

            “Sure, Wanda,” Sue spat softly with an embarrassed frown on her face, “we’ll let the drug lord take the blame if we must.  However, I suggest avoiding the issue if at all possible.  Eventually our friends and teammates are going to find out they’ve been lied to.  Then we are all going to take a long fall from grace as we’re proven to be cold and deceitful hedonists!”

            “Damn, Oliver,” Hank interjected while grinning broadly, “when you said your girlfriend had never been one to try to hide her climaxes, you weren’t kidding.  Just listen to Dinah howl in ecstasy!”

 

            Dinah Lance couldn’t have argued with Hank Pym’s observation if she had heard it.  She was now in a state of nearly constant climax, and her continual sighs and gasps of pleasure had left her dizzy from lack of air as the nightclub owner behind her pummeled his manhood into her sex.  Then the Black Canary gasped with surprise as she heard the girl to her right in booth 1 moan in pleasure.  Soon, the girls in booths 3 and 5 were gasping in pleasure as well.”

            “That’s right, my sweet little Canary,” Bill Jennings chided softly as he humped his turgid tool into Dinah’s tight vagina, “in less than a minute I’ll be switching to an even tighter orifice, and we’ll let a hungry cat into your birdcage.  I can’t wait to feel your anus fluttering around my cock as you get those fair-skinned C-cups of yours skinned while your clitoris gets stretched!”  Bill Jennings roared with laughter as the Black Canary’s ebullient shrills became even louder and higher pitched.      

 

            “Good Lord!” Janet Van Dyne spat with a wicked grin on her face as she listened to the symphony of sighs coming out of the debreasting booths.  “Dinah’s cumming so hard she’s making those other three girls sound like backup singers!  Was my ecstasy inside one of those debreasting booths ever so obvious?  Wait!  Don’t anyone answer that!  Damn, I wish this place was equipped with a tissue regenerator.  I’d be right back in one of those booths as soon as Dinah gets out!”

              

            “Damn, are all the girls in your line or work this tight, Dinah?” Bill Jennings asked softly as he pulled his manhood out of the ponytailed blonde on the edge of ejaculation.  He chuckled at the moan of disappointment that interrupted the long, continuous staccato sighs Black Canary had been issuing.  “Sorry, I’m not sure I can guarantee two squirts for you, Miss Lance, given that I seeded Janet twice a few hours ago.  Still, we need you climaxing as hard as possible when Shada starts your debreasting, don’t we?  Let’s see if I’ve still got the magic touch when it comes to clit strumming, while loosening up that tight little sphincter of yours so that you’ll be ready for rear entry.”  Bill reached around the Black Canary’s right thigh and began gently circling her engorged clitoris with his right index finger while he began pressing his left thumb against her tightly clenched rosebud.

            “OHOHOOOoooiiiiiEEEe, UUUUUuuuuUUUUhhh,  AAAAAAAHUUUHH!” Black Canary sighed loudly as her climaxing became even more intense.  “OOOOOOHH!  UUUUHHhh!  Oh GOD!  The…pleasure beams…even…more…INTENSE!  OOOOHHHhhh!  BILL…brush your…finger…back and forth…across my…love button!  OH GODDddddd!  Is that…your…THUMB?  PUSH IT INNnnn!  STICK IT…IN MY…ASSssss!  OHHHHHHhhh!  AAAAAHHH!  UHHHHhhuuuUUUHH!”

 

            “You know, Oliver,” Hank chortled softly as he and his tablemates joined Final Fantasy’s patrons in laughter, “I’m not sure that, with Dinah, we’re going to be able to tell screams of agony from sighs of ecstasy.  If I heard a recording of that, I think I might conclude your girlfriend was in the middle of being slowly murdered!”

            “Overly long forced climaxes do become unpleasant despite the pleasurable sensations, Hank,” Wanda interjected softly as she shifted her eyes from the debreasting portals to the small screen in the upper right corner of booth 2’s transparent window.  “However, Dinah’s about to have an all new sensation added to her debreasting booth game.  The perfect B-cups just got pulled out of booth 1’s debreasting portals.  Dinah’s going to get her first taste of the force-field rings any second now.”

           

Bill Jennings glanced up to the view screen in the upper left corner of the debreasting booth window as soon as he heard the restraints release the sow in booth 1.   The timer read six seconds.  He gently but rapidly tapped the upper edge of the Black Canary’s swollen clitoris with his right index finger while he pulled his left thumb out of her anus and positioned the glans of his penis against the rosebud of her sphincter.  When the timer read 2, he pulled his right arm back and grabbed the front of Dinah’s pelvis as he pushed his penis slowly into the blonde’s anus.  The Black Canary’s nonstop sighing in ecstasy made it difficult for him to tell if she was aware that he was sodomizing her.

The Black Canary grinned as she felt the rapid tapping on her love button and the thick penis head get pressed against her rear orifice.  She knew this meant the foreplay was finally about to end.  Suddenly, the girls to her left stopped gasping and sighing, and she felt Bill gently but deliberately fill her anus.  Then the orgasmatron emitter’s intensity was again jacked up, this time to 80 percent of maximum pleasure beam intensity, and Black Canary plunged back into mindless climax as she gave her thighs another coating of female ejaculate. 

Dinah gasped in mid sigh!  Something was pinching around the tip of her tender clitoris.  The ponytailed Justice Leaguer quickly looked over to her view screen just as she felt the outward pull on the tip of her sexual center.  She saw her love button grow outward despite there being nothing near it.  She heard resumed sighs of ecstasy, this time clearly colored with fear, and she realized that they were coming from her own throat.  The force field rings had begun stretching her sex life out of its cavity to prepare it for decapitation.  The Black Canary decided that having too much curiosity was not one of her good traits!

“Leave, infidels!” Shada hissed loudly from behind the two brunettes who were still slobbering all over the perfect C-cups hanging from booth 2’s debreasting portals.  “You have done your work well and are no longer needed.  Go now with my husband, Councilman Farouk, to the food ordering station.  He will pay for your meat cuts and verify Mr. Jennings’ promise to pay for meat cuts for your tablemates.  In the meantime, I will begin turning the glowing pleasure this pale-skinned sow is feeling emanating from her breasts, into a completely different sensation altogether.”  The Semitic vixen quickly wiped each of the breasts protruding from booth 2 dry before dropping the towel to the floor.

Dinah grunted in mid sigh as she felt a second force field suddenly encircle her clitoral glans, slightly lower than the first force field ring, and she felt another pull on her sexual center.  Again, she thought she could see her love button grow on the monitor, but it still looked to be engorged with blood, and not stretched as she had seen happen to her friends’ tender organs before they were declitted.  She forced her eyes from the screen to her booth window and the dance floor from which she’d heard Shada’s instructions and threat.  Sure enough, the dark-eyed Semitic beauty was reaching for her left nipple with her left thumb and forefinger while pushing a small paring knife towards the targeted breast with bad intentions of her face.  The Black Canary was about to have a sharp knife used on her tender breasts by a cruel girl!

“Oh, oh,” Dinah Lance gasped with both fear and laughter in her blue eyes, “it looks like…OOOOHhhh!   AAAaaaaaah!  UhhuuhhhHH!  The fun…huh?”  The Black Canary felt a third squeeze of a force field ring, this time around the base of her clitoral glans, followed by an outward tug on her sexual center.  This time she forced her eyes to remain on Shada and the sharp looking knife, as she continued with, “is about…to begin!”

“Fun for me, pale-skinned infidel,” Shada hissed as she pulled upward on Dinah’s left nipple so that she could see under the drape of her left C-cup, “but I’ll wager you’ll pay less attention to those pleasure beams as I peel your hide from your pig meat, and be begging me for mercy before we are done here.”  The pinkish-brown nipples tipping the Arabian jezebel’s perfect C-cups grew even more turgid in the centers of her perked oversized light-brownish areolae as she pushed the paring knife into Dinah’s pale skin, just where the bottom of her breast became chest.  

The Black Canary hissed softly at the pain that accompanied the sharp point of the blade punching through her skin, gasped as she felt a squeeze around the upper part of her clitoral shaft followed by a short tug on her sexual center, and issued a long persistent moan as Shada began circling the blade tip in a counterclockwise direction around the base of her breast.  Dinah could feel the circle of wetness that the knife tip was leaving behind the searing pain as it was revolved around her breast with intense care.  It was clear that the Middle Eastern belle was going to have the largest wineskin she could possible get.  The revolution completed, the Black Canary issued a staccato sigh of climax, before chortling, “Is the…ride…pleasant enough…back there, Bill?”

“Hell yes!” Bill replied gleefully.  “Your sphincter spasms around and chokes my cock like crazy in response to the myriad of sensations your feeling.  I don’t think I’ll have to hump into you to stay hard.  Now pay attention to Shada!  You wouldn’t want to miss out on experiencing every sensation that accompanies being debreasted, would you?”

Dinah Lance shook her head, and then gasped as she felt a fifth squeeze on her clitoris, this time even lower on her clitoral shaft, followed by another pull on her sexual center.  The Black Canary glanced quickly up to her view screen.  This time the apex of her vulva looked different than it ever had before.  She could see the bulb of her shiny glans and the narrower duller shaft below it—the stretched flesh was more than a half-inch long!  The stretching of her love button didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable…yet.  Dinah returned her attention to her booth window to find that Shada had followed her own gaze as she patiently waited for her to return her attention to her breast skinning.

“Your stretched flesh will be four times that length before the force field rings stop tugging your tender worm out of its burrow, you heathen meat animal,” the Saudi Arabian Princess viciously teased with an evil grin on her face and burning eyes.  She laughed as she watched the pretty blonde in the debreasting booth plunge back into climax in response to her taunt.  Then Shada worked the tip of the knife into the top of the parted skin of the left breast and under the dermis and overlying epidermis covering the sow’s breast meat.  She grunted when the blade tip was about an eight inch deep and as parallel to the breast meat as she could manage, and then began carefully working clockwise around the circular cut at the base of Dinah’s left breast to separate hide from the underlying mammary tissue.  She chuckled as the ponytailed blonde alternated between hisses and sighs and gasps and moans while Shada worked with unblinking eyes.

 

“I told you it wouldn’t be pretty, Oliver,” a frowning Sue said softly as she watched the bearded hero frowning at the blood on Dinah’s ribcage below her left breast while Shada reached for a right nipple.  “She’ll repeat the initial skin separation on Dinah’s right breast base, before probably switching to the other tool we saw used on a waitress named Sally last week.  If she does, the breast skinning might not last too awfully long.”

“Thanks, Sue, for worrying about me,” Oliver replied as he flashed a friendly smile at the sultry blonde, “but I’m a hard man and Dinah is getting what she asked for…mostly at least.  How much clit is hanging out of sweet cheek’s vulva, Hank, and how much will be blowing in the wind when she’s done?”

“Almost an inch, I think, Ollie,” Hank Pym replied with a quirky grin on his face.  “However, I’m the wrong person to ask the second part of that question to.  You had the declitting field used on you during your first visit to Final Fantasy, didn’t you, Janet?  How about you answering Ollie’s question?”

“Cindy, the girl that declitted me, said a little over an inch-and-a-half stretched and a little over a half-inch un-stretched, Hank, but that she’d seen larger girl penises…we’ll have to take her word for it because she popped my severed sex life into her mouth and ate it raw while I was still in the debreasting booth.” Janet quipped jovially as she squirmed on her chair while she watched the ongoing breast skinning.  “Dinah is heavier than I am, and Bill said something about bigger girls yielding longer severed clitorises, so I bet she has the severed end of her clitoral shaft buried even deeper in her body than I did two weeks ago.  That’s the important part!  How far down the clitoral cavity the nanogene robots have to get before they can begin the tissue regeneration.  Dinah should be in a lot better position in that respect than Diana and I are in when she gets out of that debreasting booth!” 

“Friend Dinah doth accept her debreasting and declitting with great courage, friend Oliver,” Princess Diana of Themyscira asserted with pride in her eyes.  “If her clitoris be lost to her forevermore, I’m sure that she would forgive thee for having arranged to have it stolen.”  Wonder Woman took a long drink of Lactic Blaster and then held the empty glass up for Kaori to see as she enjoyed the scornful looks her fellow heroines were giving the Green Arrow.

 

Having finished her orbit of Dinah’s right breast base with the tip of the paring knife, Shada turned and impatiently waved for her husband, who had returned to stand before the group of bacon hunters in the center of the dance floor, to come to her with the tray of blades he carried.  Shada dropped the paring knife onto the tray and plucked a small tool having a handle from which short double rods protruded at right angles from its lower end, and then picked up a small, half-inch-long razor-like blade which she attached to the double rods.  As the short, right-angle blade clicked into place on the blade holder, the dark-eyed Arabic beauty grinned into the ponytailed sow’s eyes and spat, “I see you have used the break in your breast skinning while I changed tools to return to your pleasure-beam-induced climaxing, you pale-skinned infidel.  It is good that you get a few last cums before your clitoris becomes a necklace pendant.”

The Black Canary nodded to the stunningly beautiful Semitic girl, and then grunted in mid gasp of climax as she felt yet another squeeze on her clitoral shaft, followed by yet another pull on her sexual center.  Dinah Lance glanced quickly up to her view screen; there was well over an inch of stretched clitoris held out below the apex of her vulva, and the sensation from her sexual center was beginning to feel quite uncomfortable.  The 21st Century superheroine then returned her attention to the fire burning around the bases of her breasts as Shada began to slip the right-angle blade under the loosened skin at the top of her left breast.  Black Canary hissed as the sensation of fiery pain widened as the Middle Eastern belle carefully wiggled the handle of the skinner to allow the razor-like blade to work nipple-ward between breast skin and mammary tissue.

“Yes, it hurts, doesn’t it, you heathen sow?” Shada chided softly as she concentrated on her work.  “Forcing the blade deeper down the ark of the breast is the difficult part with skinners like this one.  There is no sharp tip to aid in the penetration, or to accidently puncture the wineskin.  However, it is well worth the effort, for once in position, it is very little work to separate the breast skin from the underlying pig meat.”  Shada chuckled as she carefully pulled the blade around the base of Dinah’s breast to separate more hide from breast meat while the ponytailed blonde moaned in pain and gasped in pleasure, and then grunted as her clitoris was put through another squeeze-pull cycle. 

“Darn…getting…skinned alive…sure…does…feel…WEIRD!” the Black Canary stammered as she felt the searing agony follow the path of the short blade orbiting around her left breast base.  Dinah shivered in fearful anticipation as she watched Shada pull the rectangular blade from her left breast and then work to carefully insert it under the loosed skin at the top of her right breast base.  As the Arabian jezebel wiggled the skinner’s handle to work the blade nipple-ward between her skin and breast tissue, the Black Canary grunted as her clitoris took another circular squeeze and was then tugged outward.  “Oh, shit!  Dinah hissed in obvious panic.  “My love button!  I can…feel it…TEARING!  OOOOHHHoooooOOHHHH!  AAAAAGHH!  UHHHHHUUUH!”

“OHhhhh, YES!” Bill Jennings chortled as he grinned in ecstasy as the superheroine before him bucked in climax and he felt more of her discharge splash onto his thighs.  “That’s it, Dinah!  Sing like a Canary as your anus milks my hard cock!  Enjoy your nullification to the fullest!  However, don’t worry your pretty little head about your clitoral shaft ripping apart.  This debreasting booth’s computer is damned smart.  You won’t get neutered until your breasts come free of your chest, and hopefully while I’m seeding your anus with my hot cum!”

Dinah struggled to regain her composure as she felt the expansion of fiery pain revolve around her right breast as Shada worked the half-inch long blade under her breast skin before withdrawing the skinner and replacing the shorter blade with a one-inch long blade of the same design.  As the Semitic beauty began to slide the rectangular blade under the loosened skin at the top of her left breast base, the Black Canary felt another squeeze around her clitoral shaft followed by a foreshortened tug while she gasped in abject terror as she felt her tender organ on the verge of extirpation, then her sexual center felt really STRANGE!  “HEY…my clit…feels…really weird!” Dinah stammered and then hissed as Shada began wiggling the skinner.  “What…?”

“Relax, Dinah,” Bill Jennings urged softly as he chuckled, “it feels strange at the apex of your vulva because the declitting field is no longer tugging outward on your clitoris.  The tension on your clitoris has reached the point where it is only slightly less than your organ’s tensile strength.  Your little organ has reached its elastic limit and would tear if the force-field rings tugged again.  We don’t want that to happen until you’re breasts have or are coming free.  The almost two inches of stretched clitoris and clitoral shaft that you see on your view screen is the full extent of the sex life you’re about to donate to Shada to be turned into a necklace pendant.  Look closely at your view screen, and you’ll see the eventual cause of your clitoris’s decapitation.”

“UUuaaaaghh AAAAaaaaHHHH OOooYAAAHH!” the Black Canary sighed in climax as she stared at the horizontal laser positioned just above her well stretched clitoris that looked so much like a miniature penis, just a fraction of an inch forward of her clitoral hood.  Between hisses and gasps of pain and sighs and moans of pleasure, Dinah glanced out to her breasts.  Her left breast was issuing even more agony, and the ponytailed Justice Leaguer could tell why.  Shada had nearly finished a full revolution around her C-cup with the longer skinning blade.  Then the feisty blonde grunted in surprise, “Something’s happening…the squeezing…around my love button…it…mostly…just went away!”

Bill Jennings groaned softly as he fought against the strong urge to ejaculate into the 21st Century superheroine’s anus.  Her rectum was choking his manhood like an ancient farmer wringing a rooster’s neck.  The nightclub owner chuckled, “We’re in for a treat, Dinah!  All but the final force-field ring, the lowest on your clitoral shaft, were just turned off by the booth’s computer.  That last force-field ring will remain in place to keep the clitoral shaft below it fully stretched.  Look at your viewing screen, and you’ll see your clitoris slowly reform into its un-stretched shape and be able to tell how much of your sex life is going to become Shada’s.”

 Dinah giggled as she saw the slowly shrinking girl penis on the computer screen, gasped as she saw, on the screen below her vulva, a vertical section of booth 2’s front wall slowly rotate out of the wall between her legs to form a well-lubricated inclined ramp that led to a small square hole that had now formed in the lower part of the booth wall, and then grunted as she felt Shada pull the skinning knife out from the top of her left breast and hand the tool to her husband.  “That’s a…wicked…delivery system…Bill.  OH!  Shada’s doing…something weird…to my…left breast!  Wha…?

“Silence, infidel!” Shada barked softly as she carefully folded the loosened skin forward.  “I am merely allowing air to blow on pig meat for the first time.  You should be pleased that, for now, the exposed flesh is too close to your booth wall for you to see how ugly and distasteful it looks…yet.  Now to do the same for your right breast, you pale-skinned sow.” 

Dinah watched the dark-eyed Arabian Princess take the skinning tool back from her husband and begin working the rectangular skinning blade into the gap between skin and breast meat at the top of her right breast, before returning her attention to her un-deforming clitoris.  Suddenly, moans of pleasure began issuing from booth 4.  Toney had finally entered her final booth stint minute and was being given her desired orgasmatron beam treatment.  Dinah grinned as her song of climax became a duet.  ‘Time passes slowly when you’re standing over a pleasure beam getting your clit stretched and your breasts skinned,’ rang through the Black Canary’s muddled mind.  ‘At least Wanda was right about the debreasting booth experience.  I know I’m in agony, but the sensation of pain is being swallowed up and mixed into the ecstasy to form a completely new, unimaginably erotic, sensation.’ 

 

“I wonder if they have online instruction manuals on how to skin breasts to make wineskins?” Janet quipped as she watched Shada work the skinning blade around Dinah’s right breast base.  “That Arabic hottie looks pretty confident in what she’s doing out there.”

  “They probably do, Janet,” Sue replied softly as she watched Dinah’s breast skinning with a horrified look on her face.  “In fact, I bet websites regarding conversion to meat, whether full or partial, have replace pornography as the most popular form of online entertainment.  The reality of being livestock must be on these girls’ minds every waking moment of their lives.”

“Yes, I’m sure it is, Sue,” Wanda agreed with a frown on her face.  “Gynophagia has become so engrained into this culture that I doubt it would ever go away, even if we were able to restore a full population of farm animals.  I doubt we will ever be able to restore the female’s position in society to the full equality with males that we are used to at home.  However, livestock or not, girls deserve a voice in the government and some degree of protection against unlawful forced full or partial conversions.  Kidnapping girls for backyard barbecue parties has got to stop!”

“Personally, I think you’re dreaming if you believe you can make a difference here, Wanda,” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he nodded out to debreasting booth 2 as Shada carefully folded Dinah’s right breast’s loosened hide nipple-ward.  “If the girls of this society hadn’t already bought into the way things are, there wouldn’t be establishments like debreasting booth nightclubs, which depend on voluntary partial conversions to provide their female patrons with entertainment.  Damn, breasts look prettier with the skin on them!”

“Yeah, yellowish-white fat bags with speckles of red where capillaries have been broken are kind of ugly, aren’t they, Ollie?” Hank replied satirically as he stared at the exposed mammary base-ward of the fold.  “That won’t stop me from eating sandwiches made from your girlfriend’s ta tas, if Bill is wrong about that Middle Eastern vixen’s willingness to trade for a stock filet though.  Take Ollie’s advice, witchy, and give up this nonsense about revolution.  He’s right!  You girls are more likely to become the featured course at one of those backyard barbecues you’re complaining about than to get girls the vote!”

“Do not listen to the words of these men, friend Wanda,” Diana interjected with anger on her face.  “Though it may be true that some of this culture’s practices when it comes to female humans must continue forevermore into the future, you must fight for social equality.  Let the voluntary conversions to meat continue if they must, but end the enslavement of the female gender.  Bring down the energy field that suppresses metahuman powers, friend Wanda, and, if I still live, and I believe I must, me and my sisters will stand at your side as you storm this city’s place of ruling!” 

“Thank you, Diana, for I do mean to try to make this a better world for girls,” Wanda replied with a wry smile on her face, “without totally destroying a culture that has developed over many centuries.  Still, a lot will need to happen between participating in an illegal foxhunt in hopes of teaching a few lawbreakers a lesson and that storming of the capital.  If you and your sisters are out there somewhere, please be patient as you wait for the metahuman power dampening field to be brought down.  Oh, look!  Shada just fitted the inch-and-a-half-long skinning blade to the blade holder.  Soon we’ll see even more of Dinah’s breast tissue exposed for the first time to the wind!”

 

Dinah hissed softly, as her focus on her ongoing orgasm shifted to the folding outward of the loosened hide on her right breast and the fiery pain that emanated from the underlying tissue as it was exposed to air.  She felt Bill hump a few times into her anus, and realized Shada’s meticulous breast skinning was taking longer that the nightclub owner had anticipated, and that her anal spasms were no longer sufficient to keep his monster phallus on the verge of ejaculation.  The Black Canary grunted as the dark-eyed Semitic beauty began wiggling the squared end of the razor-like blade into the top of her left breast.  Despite the longer length of the blade, it was quickly buried deeply into her breast just above mammary tissue and just below her dermis.

As the skinning blade began its clockwise rotation around her left breast, the Black Canary glanced to her viewing screen.  “OOOooohhhOOOO!  AHHhhaaAAHH!  UHHhhhHUH!” echoed through debreasting booth 2 to join the triple sighs of climax emanating from booth 4.  “Oh…my crap…Bill!  There’s…three-quarters-of-an-inch…of…exposed clitoris…hanging out…beyond my hood…and that…little laser beam…that’s just waiting…to give it…the chop!  OHHHhhhhhh!   AAAGGGGH!  HHHhhSSSS! OHOHOH UHHHUH!”

“Ah, that’s more like it, Dinah,” Bill Jennings chortled gleefully from behind the ponytailed superheroine as he glanced at the viewing screen and then through the booth window to watch Shada already working the skinning blade up through the outer side of Dinah’s left breast.  “I was beginning to get bored in here.  Now your sphincter has gone back to strangling my cock very nicely.  I love to hear you sing like the Canary you are, Miss Lance, regardless if it’s due to Shada’s increased proficiency with the skinning blade or the fact that you’ve just noticed how much of your love button is about to be sacrificed in the name of fun.  It’s pretty hard to climax once you’ve been neutered, Dinah, so enjoy the ones you’re getting now.  Barring some miracle, your sex life is about to become extinct!”

The Black Canary gasped and groaned in pain and moaned and sighed in pleasure as Shada finished the revolution around her left breast with the longer skinning blade.  Then the Middle Eastern Jezebel began working the skinning blade under her right breast’s dermis.  She hardly noticed the sounds of booth restraints popping open in booth 4 and the scurrying feet steps as Toney rushed towards the game room door.  Dinah issued another triple sigh of climax as she watched Shada drop the skinning tool on the tray her husband held, and pick up the paring knife. 

“Were these D-cups or larger, you pale-skinned infidel, I would next be using the two-inch blade at the end of the skinning tool,” Shada chided cruelly as her dark eyes glowered with malevolence.  “However, I think I will now forgo using even the longer skinning blade to loosen the rest of your hide, as the instructions say I should.  I believe whoever wrote the instructions for turning breasts into wineskins worried too much about being gentle with the meat animal.  What say we do this the old fashioned way, and rip the hide from carcass, while using the paring knife to cut through any hang-ups?  That should make for entertaining sensations for you to share with Mr. Jennings, sow!”

The Black Canary hissed in agony and blushed at the tears streaming down her face as Shada folded the loosened layers of dermis and epidermis outward on her breasts, and fire erupted from both the newly exposed breast meat and the severed nerves in the breast skins.  The bucking blonde Justice Leaguer in booth 2 gagged as she stared at the denuded breast meat and the outward folded skin at the end of her breasts, which she could now see past the lower edge of her booth window.  Dinah forced her eyes away from the yellowish-white conical-shaped tissue speckled with blood and brownish grey masses that were no doubt lobules, as Shada bit the paring knife between her teeth and reached for her left breast with both hands.  The feisty superheroine tried to force a grin on her face as she heard Bill moaning behind her, and watched Toney, who had just joined Yen on the dance floor, point at her three-quarters-skinned breasts as she laughed with excitement in her eyes.

Shada gripped the loosened, outward folded skin on either side of her left breast and pulled firmly out ward.  The hide slowly unpeeled from the Black Canary’s left mammary, before becoming hung up with some more resistant connective tissue near the top of the skin-breast interface.  Shada nimbly plucked the paring knife from her mouth and deftly worked the sharp blade between the dermis and fatty breast tissue until the catching point was cut free.  “I see that you have forgotten about the pleasure being beamed onto your doomed clitoris, pale-skinned infidel!” the dark-eyed Semitic beauty hissed as she glanced into the agony ridden face on the other side of the booth window.  She grinned at the tears streaming down the ponytailed blonde’s face and spat, “It is good that you watch your breast skins become my wineskins.”

Then Shada resumed tugging on the hide with the paring knife in her mouth.  Working first on one breast and then the other, using the flaying knife when necessary to slice through more resistant connections between skin and mammary, the Middle Eastern belle uncovered Dinah’s breast tissue, a half-inch at a time, until the skin of both breasts draped downward, inside out, from the bases of the Black Canary’s erect nipples.  The skins hers for the taking, Shada dropped the flaying knife onto the tray her husband held out to her as she picked up a small pair of shears that looked like wire cutters. 

“OH…FUCK ME,” the Black Canary stammered softly to herself as she looked past the yellowish-white fat covered conical tissue that made up most of her left breast to the brownish circle that told her where her areola had been as the Saudi Arabian Princess raised the open shears towards it, “I bet…this…is going…to be…real fun!”  Dinah watched as Shada pushed her hand upward into the center of the downward draped hide of her left breast, and then rotated her wrist horizontal as she pinched her erect nipple.  The Justice Leaguer gritted her teeth as she watched the grinning Semitic Jezebel place the open shears at the top of the inside out breast skin and begin squeezing the blades into her breast tip at the point where turgid nipple met skinless areola.  “AAAARRRGH!” the Black Canary gasped in agony as the blades closed into her nerve rich nipple.  “UUUHH, UUUUUUHHH, UUHHHUH!” Dinah sighed in climax as the shears clipped through her nipple and detached her skin free of her mammary. 

Shada’s grin broadened as she turned her hand over to allow the skin to drape downward from the nipple between her fingers, the outside of the skin outward, and she chided, “Here is one pale wineskin, you filthy pig!”  She held the flaccid skin up before Dinah’s booth window until the ponytailed blonde paused in her climax to look at it, and then at the bloody circle at the tip of her breast where a nipple once protruded, before dropping the skin onto the silver tray her husband held towards her.  Then she slowly reached upward into the inside-out skin hanging from the fair-skinned blonde’s right breast.

“GOOD GOD!” Bill Jennings grunted loudly.  “That must have hurt!  Your rectum and anus are fluttering and clamping around my cock like crazy, Dinah.  I’m so close to ejaculation it hurts.  I don’t know if I can keep from busting a nut until the nullifying finale!”

“YEAH…hurt like…HELL!” the Black Canary hissed as she watched the dark-eyed beauty’s wrist rotate to horizontal and felt the tug on her right nipple.  “Steel…yourself…Bill!  Gonna…happen…one last…time!”  Dinah watched as the shear blades were positioned around the base of her right nipple, inward from her outward folded skin, and held her breath.  She felt the sharp blades squeeze together, before shrilling, “OHHHhh…GOD…YES!  THAT HURTS…SO…GOOD!” as the breast skin came free of her chest, was flipped downward to fold epidermis outward, and thrust before her booth window.  The Black Canary sighed in mind boggling climax as she stared at the empty exterior of her right breast, and watched it get dropped onto the silver tray.  Then she chuckled softly as she felt warm semen spewing into her anus.

“There, I have my wineskins, you heathen pig!” Shada hissed with gloating eyes as she dropped the shears onto the tray.  “You can keep your filthy pig meat!  Just give me the clitoris that was promised me in exchange for Mr. Jennings sharing your pain.”

“Finish…debreasting Dinah…Shada,” Bill Jennings grunted as he continued ejaculating into the Black Canary’s tight anus, “and you’ll get…your necklace pendant.  God damn, girl, you’re tight as hell back here.  I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am!  From the way you’ve been coating both of our thighs with your juices, I’d sure guess you are!”

“Oh…yeah…real FUN!” the Black Canary hissed as she stared at the bloody, agony ridden nipple-less tips of her skinless breasts and her empty breast skins on the silver tray.  “I never knew…pain could be…so delicious.  I can’t stop…CLIMAXING!”

“NO!” Shada barked angrily.  “I will not touch her filthy pit meat.  She can have THAT removed at the instant care facility she will go to for skin grafts.  Make the booth lower the laser and behead her clitoris to become MY necklace pendant.  NOW!”

“I can’t do that, Shada!” Bill Jennings replied hoarsely as he enjoyed the fluttering of Black Canary’s sphincter and anus around his phallus.  “When you slapped Dinah’s debreast button, you committed yourself to performing her partial conversion.  You get to take her sex life once you’ve lived up to that commitment and not before.  Use the larger knives to remove the skinned bacon from her chest, and her decapitated girl penis will slide down to the tray at the bottom of the booth wall.  Must I remind you that wasting meat is considered a crime of the highest order?”

 

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“What the hell is going on over there?” Oliver Queen asked with obvious concern as he stared out to booth 2’s debreasting portals and the skinless and nippleless breasts protruding from them.  “Why hasn’t that Arabic girl plucked Dinah’s skinless melons off her chest?  I want to see sweet cheeks debreasted!”

“Calm down, Oliver, and keep quiet!” Wanda urged frantically.  “When you slap one of those debreast buttons, you agree to debreast the girl in the booth and deliver her breast bacon to the worldwide food chain…well Final Fantasy’s kitchen actually, but let’s not get caught up in the details.  I was told that any kitchen-side player that fails to follow through with delivering the breast bacon after they’ve slapped the debreast button get’s to ride Jessica, if female, or gets their penis glans docked, if male.  Bill said Shada is rich and powerful, and had some religious issue with breast bacon.  Evidently she wants Dinah’s breast skins and clitoris without harvesting her breast bacon.  I think we’re about to find out how much rich and powerful counts for in this society.”

“Not as much as Shada thinks, would be my guess, Wanda,” Janet observed wryly as she nodded to the dance floor.  “The bacon hunters are scampering as Cheryl and much of the rest of Final Fantasy’s staff converge on that Middle Eastern vixen and her husband!”

“Aye, friend Janet,” Diana concurred excitedly as she nodded to the tables to her right, “and many of the male patrons are coming this way as well.  ‘Twould be wise, I think, for the one called Shada to put issues of faith aside and fulfill Oliver’s wish to see his girlfriend debreasted.  ‘Tis clear to me that the rule Wanda was told is the law of the land!”

 

“I’ll only say this one more time, Shada,” Bill Jennings hissed with as much threat as he could manage, “finish harvesting the breast bacon before you immediately.  Then you’ll get this sow’s clitoris and she’ll become a sexless nullo.  If you insist on wasting HER meat, Final Fantasy will send YOUR meat to the worldwide food chain…all of it.  Councilman Farouk, I suggest you talk some sense into your wife before I do something we will both regret!”

“Silence, Jennings!” Shada shrilled angrily.  “Habib does as I say, not the other way around!  I’ll not touch that sow’s filthy pig meat no matter what you say.  Give me this sow’s clitoris as you promised, or I’ll have you brought before the City Council and tried for treason.”

“NO!” Bill barked loudly.  “You slapped this sow’s debreast button.  Now finish debreasting her.  The girls entering these booths have to know that their offered donations will be fully accepted if their debreast buttons are slapped.  The girls that become sows either leave the game room whole, or as breastless girls, not something in between.  Final Fantasy, as a government sanctioned meat processing facility, has rules, and breaking those rules has serious penalties.  Shada, you know full well the penalty for wasting meat.  Come to your senses, girl!”

“Yeah, come on, Scheherazade, do get busy plucking those ugly yellow lumps out of the debreasting portals,” Dinah quipped facetiously as she grinned through her booth window at the dark-eyed Semitic vixen despite the fiery agony emanating from her chest.  “Just because you’re a Princess doesn’t mean you don’t have to get your hands dirty along with the rest of us girls.  Come on, it isn’t that hard.  I’ve carried three sets of breast bacon lumps to the kitchen tonight.  You can do it too!”

“You filthy pale-skinned infidel sow!” Shada hissed with unbridled vehemence.  “How dare you address me like that?  Keep your pig meat and keep your worthless clitoris.  I’ve had enough of impudence from heathen sows.  Come, husband, I’ve had enough of this!  Let us depart with my new wineskins and leave these fools to their own devices.”  Shada plucked the silver meat try from her husband’s grasp and turned towards the kitchen counter to find Cheryl standing in her way, flanked by Colleen and Kaori.

“What do you want me to do, Boss?” Cheryl asked calmly in a loud clear voice.  “It seems obvious that Mrs. Farouk intends on wasting this sow’s meat.  Do I stick her on a Jessica?”

“No, Cheryl,” Bill Jennings replied gruffly with a wry grin on his face, “let my fellow Club X members handle Councilman Farouk and his wife.  Have them tie their hands behind their backs and stick Shada on a tall stool under noose station 5.  I think I better inform the proper authorities before I hang her and dock him!  In the meantime, take the meat tray from Shada and find someone willing to finish this sow’s partial donation.  I promised our pretty Canary a nullification, and I keep my promises!”

“Get some twine!” Cheryl barked at Colleen as she pulled the meat tray from Shada’s hands, and then frowned as the Saudi Arabian Princess began berating her in Arabic.  “Actually make that cord, and a ball gag for her.  You men heard Mr. Jennings’ request!  We could use some help here.  In the meantime, it looks like I’m going to be busy using a knife to hack those skinless breasts out of booth 2’s debreasting portals.  Kaori, how about some rubber gloves for me?” 

“Actually, make the gloves my size, Kaori,” Ted Stevens interjected as he stepped out of the group of men to stand beside Cheryl.  “I’d be happy to finish this sow’s nullification, Cheryl, and it makes more sense for you to help Tyler get her ready for the long-drop hanging it appears Bill means to give her.  It looks like Couch Taft and Assistant Coach Sacrino have the Councilman under control.”  Ted grinned as Cheryl nodded to Kaori, and then whispered as the Japanese waitress rushed away, “Black Canary, right?”

“Yes, that’s right, Mr. Stevens,” Cheryl replied with a knowing grin on her face.  “I’ll give up my opportunity to put a 21st Century superheroine in her place so long as you keep in mind you’re collecting her assets for Mr. Jennings, not for you.”

“Ice hot!” Ted replied with a broad grin on his face.  “Two blonde superheroines in two weeks!  Who’d have believed this could happen!  Go ahead and take care of business, Cheryl.  I’ve got this handled as soon as the gloves arrive.”  The handsome blue-eyed blonde-haired male chuckled as Cheryl grinned and nodded and then rushed towards noose station 5.

 

“Well, that was interesting,” Hank Pym declared as he grinned at the Middle Eastern couple as they had their hands tied behind their backs and then nodded toward booth 2’s debreasting portals, “but it looks like we can get back to watching your girlfriend getting herself nullified, Ollie.  When that’s done, it sounds like we’re going to get to see another hanging, too.  I hope that Semitic hottie has some great air dancing moves!”

“It’s going to be a long-drop hanging, Hank,” Janet pointed out with a wicked grin on her face.  “That means Shada might not enjoy air dancing at all.  With any luck her neck will break!  The bitch deserves it!”

“Yes, Janet, she was being both mean and pompous wasn’t she,” Sue agreed with a frown on her face as she watched the dark-eyed vixen getting fitted with a ball gag.  “She might have earned herself an execution, but it sounds as if she may have also earned her husband a penis docking for aiding and abetting.”  Then she glanced to the debreasting booths as she sighed, “Poor Dinah!  She’s had her debreasting booth game turned into an embarrassing circus.  At least Ted is taking over her debreasting.  He usually knows the right thing to say to make things interesting.”

 

“Ah, here come the gloves now,” Ted announced to no one in particular as he saw Kaori headed his way.  He smiled as the pretty Japanese girl with a sold stamp on her hairless pubic mound handed the rubber garments to him and then turned to face debreasting booth 2 as he said with a chuckle, “Hello again, Miss Lance.  I’m sorry you had your debreasting booth game ruined by Shada and her petty phobias.  At least it sounds like you’ve gone back to enjoying your orgasmatron treatment despite all of the distractions and the pain that must be emanating from your chest.  What say I finish poaching that bacon from you so that you can get back to your table?”

“Sounds like…a good…idea…Ted,” Dinah stammered softly as she forced a smile onto her pretty face as she watched the crouching muscular blonde sorting through the tray full of knives on the floor.  “My tits…are already…ruined!  Might…as well…finish…getting…my chest…flattened.”

“I’ll have you breastless in a jiffy, my sweet little Canary,” Ted Stevens assured the ponytailed blonde on the other side of the booth window as he pulled the serrated carving knife from the pile of kitchenware and stood up straight.  Holding the hilt of the knife in his right hand, he placed the serrated blade edge upward under the Black Canary’s left breast, which he gripped and tugged outward with left gloved hand.  “Hold your breath, you heroic girl!  Your chest will be lopsided before you can count to ten.  Then I’ll do the right one!”

“WAIT, TED!” Dinah shrilled urgently.  “Don’t do me that way!  This is…my only…debreasting!  Use the…steak knife.  Take turns…loosening…each breast…on my chest.  Don’t use…the carving knife...until…my breasts…are only attached…to my chest…by their cores.  Help Bill…make me…sigh…in climax…when the…second…breast…comes free…and I get…declitted!”

“HAH!” Bill Jennings spat loudly with a grin on his face.  “For a while, I thought you’d forgotten about that part of your booth stint, Dinah.  This is a feisty one, Ted!  Go ahead and do as she asks.  Jason Carlson must have made quite an impression on her as she served as tray holder.”

“Yeah, that was one of the debreastings my dates and I got up from our table to watch, Bill,” Ted replied with a grin on his face.  “I should have known that one of THESE girls wouldn’t want me to go easy on her.  By the way, thanks for hooking me up with Sydney Thatcher and his tablemates.  I was having trouble deciding which girl to take to Club X.  Now I’ll hang out with both girls tomorrow night while Sydney escorts one of them for me.  With a little luck, we’ll make both of them meat and Agatha as well!  By the way, Sydney told me to tell you that Dinah’s sisters are safe from him, which leads me to believe that this just might not be your only debreasting, my sweet Canary.  Still, we’ll play it your way!”

“Thanks…Ted,” Dinah stammered as she watched the handsome man bend to exchange the carving knife for the smaller serrated steak knife, “this…will be…my only…visit here…if Ollie…has his way…but…a girl’s…gotta…give herself…room…to…change her mind.  I want…another…semen enema…Bill.  Fuck my ass!”

“As you wish, Miss Lance,” Bill Jennings chortled softly as he began humping into the Black Canary’s tight anus.  “While I do that, might I suggest you concentrate on the pleasure beams while you watch Ted’s butchering.  If you’re going to get neutered, it should take place in the midst of climax, don’t you think?”  Bill Jennings roared with laughter as he watched the ponytailed blonde nod vigorously.

 

“Well, obviously we’re back to having a real fine bash,” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he heard the loud laughter coming from booth 2 and watched Ted Stevens push the point of the steak knife into the top of his girlfriend’s skinned left breast base.  “Bill Jennings is a lucky man to be the owner of this fine establishment with all of its perks!”

“Aye, friend Oliver, friend Bill seems most fortunate,” Diana agreed with a grim smile on her face as she nodded to the far side of the dance floor and the stools between the two turkey ovens.  “His nightclub seems to be quite busy, and I trust his profit margin is more than adequate.  ‘Tis likely he possesses great political power as well as money, though I do not understand how such power is connected to the making of breasts to meat.  It would take such power to so boldly have a Princess wait for him to finish his booth game while standing on a tipping stool with a noose around her neck.  It would also explain his having friend Tyler taken to some woodshed by the ex-President to discuss Tyler’s intentions regarding Wanda and her friends as well.”  Wonder Woman failed to note the concern fill Wanda and Sue’s faces as she took a drink of her refilled Lactic Blaster.

 

The Black Canary hissed in agony as she felt Ted Stevens work the steak knife tip to create a small crevice in the top of her left breast base at the edge of her chest skin.  Then Dinah began gasping and bucking as the handsome male placed the serrated blade edge into the crevice and began sawing.  The sawing continued as Ted worked the blade around the base of her breast at the chest-ward side of her exposed tissue, searing agony following the path of parted flesh.  When the revolution around her left breast was completed, tears were streaming once more from the Justice Leaguer’s blue eyes.  Then the Black Canary felt her wound pulled open and watched the gleaming blue eyes before her peer downward.  As Ted Stevens grinned with satisfaction, Dinah Lance issued the staccato sigh of climax.

“Now that’s how a Canary is supposed to sing, Dinah,” Ted quipped jovially as he brought the tip of the steak knife to the top of the 21st Century superheroine’s right breast base.  “Now let’s get the removal of your right breast started, shall we?”  He grinned as the Black Canary nodded in mid orgasm and pushed the sharp knife point downward.  As he wiggled the blade back and forth to create his desired gap for the saw blade to fit in, he was rewarded with the hiss that the ponytailed blonde issued as she fought to stave off a shriek of agony.  “Damn!  They don’t make girls like you and your friends any more, Dinah.  By now, most sows in your position would be screaming bloody murder and begging me to finish poaching their bacon with all the haste I could muster.”

“As…I…told…Sydney…Ted,” Dinah gasped out one word at a time as the muscular man began sawing around her breast in a clockwise rotation, “no…matter…what…you…do…you’ll…never…get…me…to…scream.  I’m…not…that…kind…of…girl!  OOOOHHoooAAAh!  UUuuuHUHHH!  OH GOD YES!”  The Black Canary blushed badly in the midst of climax as she watched Ted finish the orbit of her right breast and grunt with satisfaction as he pulled open the wound.

“Damn, you should feel her reaction to whatever your doing out there, Ted!” Bill Jennings chortled gleefully.  “If her sphincter clamped down any harder, she’d likely pinch my cock right off!”

“Yeah, Bill, I’m not surprised,” Ted Stevens acknowledged in a soft whisper, “she’s got to be in dreadful agony despite the verbal evidence to the contrary.  Well, the visual evidence to the contrary as well.  From what we can see gushing from below her stretched clit on the viewing screen, I’m guessing you two’s thighs must be a mess. Dinah, I’m going to make one more trip with the sawing technique around each breast base, and then waggle your bacon to show how loose it is on your chest.  Then we will finish your partial conversion to meat, resulting in your concomitant neutering, as efficiently as possible with the carving blade.  If, instead, you were hoping to get your breasts sliced and diced off your chest, you’re going to have to come back to Final Fantasy some other night and select the meat slicer for your debreasting option.  Make it a Saturday night and you can stop by Club X and get your breasts darted first.  Are you ready to finish your debreasting booth game, you feisty Canary?”

The Black Canary grinned as she saw Toney and Yen sneak back onto the dance floor to watch her booth game finale, and nodded to Ted.  She was back to near constant climax, and was looking forward the sensation of breast removal and the ending of agony.  The laser beam so close to her sexual center was still another matter.  She wished she hadn’t been so insanely curious, as she believe Bill had arranged for her declitting as a favor to her rather than some sort of punishment.  Then her agony increased to yet another level as she felt the 41st Century male on the other side of her booth wall begin sawing around her left breast base.  Tears streamed from her eyes as she sighed in climax. 

 

“Well, it looks like Ted is getting down to business now, Ollie,” Hank declared with his ever silly grin on his face as he watched their new acquaintance work deftly around the base of Dinah’s left breast with the serrated steak knife.  “A surgeon couldn’t perform a mastectomy more efficiently than that.”

“Yeah, Hank,” Oliver Queen admitted with a frown on his face, “but you were right.  It’s still troubling to see sweet cheeks hurt…even though I know we will repair the damage later.  Still, despite my queasiness, I am enjoying watching this.  I can’t wait to hear the sound of her stretched clit snapping back into its cavity after her sex life gets the chop.  Then I’ll finally have gotten even with her for my penectomy!”

“Stop whining already!” Janet spat as she bounced on her chair and watched Ted sawing around the base of Dinah’s right breast.  “You boys knew exactly what you were in for when you agreed to take the chop as the price of joining us here tonight.  You definitely can’t say the same thing about me and…soon…Dinah.  You arranged for each of us to be neutered behind our backs!  Just wait until Dinah finds out, Oliver.”

 

Dinah had almost managed to contain her gasps and moans of sexual ecstasy as she watched Stevens finish his sawing revolution around her right breast with the serrated steak knife.  The blonde Justice Leaguer held her breath as Ted put the hilt of the blade into his mouth, reached out to grab a skinned breast in each rubber-gloved hand, and chuckled softly, “Let’s see how we’ve done, shall we, my sweet little Canary.  This might seem a little clumsy, as it’s much easier to waggle a set of breasts when they have nipples to pull on and shake.  However, your nipples are at the ends of the wineskins on the silver tray beside me, aren’t they, little girl from a fairytale time.” 

Dinah smiled sheepishly at Ted Stevens and nodded, and then watched him move his arms around to test how well the skinless bacon lumps were still connected to her chest.  As the strange feeling sensation sent her plunging back into mind numbing climax, the Black Canary heard Ted announce jubilantly, “There is only another inch or two of breast core to cut through, you lovely but feisty bird in a cage.  What say we end your days as a girl, my sweet little Canary.  Are you ready for this?”  Ted grinned as the Black Canary nodded with tears on her face and laughter in her eyes, and bent to trade the steak knife for the longer serrated carving knife.

“Damn, Dinah, I’m so close to ejaculating again, I can’t stand it!” Bill Jennings grunted with desperation in his voice.  “You superheroines make for one hell of a ride.  I hope you enjoyed this rather extended debreasting booth session you arranged for yourself.  I also hope you enjoy yourself as agony at the apex of your vulva joins orgasmic ecstasy.  I’m sorry about resetting your declit option on your debreasting menu, Black Canary, but Green Arrow told me that’s what I’d have to do to get he and Hank to vouchsafe Cheryl’s fillet when the three of us were in the Game room right after your arrival at Final Fantasy.  I had no idea that Wanda was going to make me solve that issue in a more creative way, and I’ve read that it isn’t wise to disappoint your boyfriend, Dinah.”  Bill Jennings chuckled softly as her heard groans of disappointment join moans of pleasure and gasps of pain.  Dinah HAD told him that she might visit Final Fantasy again IF she and Oliver Queen ever broke up as a couple, yet again.

Dinah’s mind raced as she watched Ted Stevens, now that Bill had stopped talking, resume raising the large carving knife serrated blade up toward the base of her left breast.  If Oliver had arranged for her neutering before Dinah had saw it happen to other girls, especially Janet, then the declitting she was about to get was punishment for her making him pay the price of tagging along on this girls’ night out, not something that was arranged later to help her satisfy her curiosity.  The bastard was nullifying her to make a point! 

The Black Canary fought to control her sudden anger as she felt Ted slide the sharp carving knife into the open wound under the drape of her left breast.  Regardless of her boyfriend’s intentions, she was going to enjoy the unique sensations she was feeling to the maximum.  One day, not too far into the future, she would confront him about his crass deed, they would fight, and she would call Wanda and ask if she could join the girls on another field trip to the future.  Then she would ruin some more girls’ chests, perhaps even with a knife in her hand, before she got herself debreasted again.

Dinah smiled and held her breath as Ted Stevens paused to stare into her face, tugged outward on her skinless left breast with his gloved left hand, and pulled his right arm upward and outward.  “IIIEEEOOOH, YEAH!” the Black Canary shrilled in agony mixed with ecstasy as the blade passed effortlessly through the remaining core of her breast meat, and then issued a loud triple sigh of climax  as she stared in disbelief at the yellowish-white conical lump of flesh Ted had thrust before her booth window.  “God…YES…do…the other one…NOW!”  Dinah grinned and winked at Toney and Yen, who both stood staring at her severed breast bacon with horror on their faces.

“As you wish, my sweet Canary,” Ted chortled gleefully as he bent and carefully placed the lump of bacon on the silver meat tray below the skin that once had covered it.  Ted Stevens straightened back up and turned back to booth 2’s half empty debreasting portals, and gripped Dinah’s right breast in his left hand as he again positioned the blade of the carving knife.  “This time you’ll want to watch your view screen, Black Canary,” Ted whispered softly as he grinned from ear-to-ear into the tearful face before him that was filled with a myriad of emotions.  “It isn’t everyday that I get to turn a superheroine into a nullo while she watches it happen to her!” Ted watched a worried looking Black Canary’s widened blue eyes flash to her viewing screen as he pulled upward and outward with his right arm.

Dinah Lance heard “OOHHAARGH…HUH?,” ring through the debreasting booth as she stared unblinkingly at the viewing screen.  The Black Canary climaxed hard, but for once silently as she drenched herself and her sex partner with female discharged, as she watched the laser beam on the screen start slowly downward with the first motion of the carving knife into her right breast core.  “EEEIIIEEEEPP!” the blonde Justice Leaguer yelped as she felt the red hot poker-like agony erupt from her sexual center as her right breast came free into Ted’s left hand.  The agony between her legs grew to a nearly unmanageable intensity as she sensed her second skinless breast get pushed before her booth window, and she heard a snap as her clitoral shaft, below the now beheaded clitoris falling from her view, flicked back into its burrow.  The Black Canary heard a long drawn out mournful moan of pain and loss burst from her own throat as the laser killed her clitoris in mid climax, she felt Bill Jennings ejaculating for a second time into her anus, and her booth restraints popped free. 

“Show…me!” the Black Canary urged with tears streaming down her face as she pulled her eyes from the clitless vulva on the view screen to look at the breastless lump of bacon before her booth window.  “Please, Ted…let me see my severed girl penis.  Let me see the sex life my boyfriend has stolen from me!”  Dinah Lance watched Ted Stevens nod, before he turned and bent to place the second lump of skinless bacon beside its mate on the meat tray next to its former covering, and then twisted to pluck something from the base of her debreasting booth.

Ted Stevens straightened up and held out in his open hand the 21st Century superheroine’s three-quarter-inch-long severed sex organ as he whispered, “Here is your stolen clitoris, Black Canary.  You, for the moment at least, are no longer a sow, but you are no longer a girl, either.  Instead, we people from your far off future have made you food for the kitchen, memorabilia for Mr. Jennings trophy wall, and a worthless nullo.  Please do visit us again.  While my role in all this has been almost as fun as yours, I’d really be pleased if you visited Club X with me some Saturday night not to long from now.  I promise, I’ll do my best to make you meat, and, thusly, your visit permanent!” 

Bill Jennings roared with laughter as the fluttering anus around his softening manhood told him of the myriad of emotions the superheroine before him was having flow through her mind and soul.  The continuing discharges from her vagina told him the Black Canary was still climaxing despite the fact that her sex life was being held before her eyes and the orgasmatron beam emitter had been deactivated.  “That’s enough, Ted,” Bill announced softly with a wry grin on his face, “for now.  Place Dinah’s sex life on the tray beside her breasts, and place the tray on my table in front of her boyfriend.  I want them both to get a good view of this nullo’s sex organ, before this sweet little Canary signs her trophy plate and her boyfriend sends her meat to my kitchen.  Come along, Dinah!  We’ll both feel better when we’ve cleaned ourselves up and I’ve bandaged your wounds.”

The Black Canary grunted as she felt the warm phallus abruptly pulled from her anus and the 41st Century nightclub owner back out of the debreasting booth.  She frowned as she watched Ted Stevens turn and deposit her precious clitoris on the meat tray, before lifting the tray and heading towards a triumphant looking Green Arrow.  Oliver Queen had had his way…for now.  For Dinah Lance, there was only the satisfaction that she had experience what the other superheroines had bragged about.  Well that and the memory of many minutes filled with mindboggling climax!  Dinah grinned as she hurried after Bill Jennings!

To be continued.

 

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