Chapter 35. The Green Arrow and the Big Bang

“Well, Dinah,” Bill Jennings chortled with a smile of satisfaction on his face as he waved the Black Canary into his office, “out with it! You’ve played the debreasting booth game from both sides of The Wall, and you’ve experienced both potential outcomes from inside the booth. What do you think? Is it a game worth playing?”

“Oh, HELL YES, Bill!” Dinah Lance replied exuberantly with an impish grin as she took her position beside the guest chair. “I’ve had a blast every game I played…especially the last! Getting my tits ruined was…. Oh, HELL…I don’t know! I’ll remember winning THAT game for the rest of my life!”

“I’m sure you will, Dinah,” Bill chided with a twinkle in his grey eyes, “especially if that alien device of Pym’s packs it in when you get back home! If it doesn’t, will you be back to donate another set of bacon lumps to my kitchen? Speaking of bacon, we better get those chest wounds of yours bandaged and then get cleaned up. Damn, girl, you’ve made a mess of us both!”

“Yeah, sorry about that, Mr. Jennings,” the ponytailed blonde sighed as her face grew beet red. “I’ve always been like that…a gusher…when I climax hard. I get teased about it more than I’d care to admit. Why don’t we get cleaned up before you bandage me? I don’t mind the pain that much…if we sit down first we’ll make a mess of the chairs, and I’m sure you’d like to get dressed before another set of players files in here.”

“That won’t be a problem, Dinah,” Bill assured the 21^st Century superheroine as he handing her the spray bottle and hand towel he had retrieved from a desk drawer, “as I’m sure Cheryl has closed the Game room for the execution.” He smiled at Jane as she stepped into the small office and deposited his clothes on his desk, along with another spray bottle and towel.”

“That she did, Mr. Jennings!” Jane interjected with an excited grin on her face while nodding her Mohawk-crowned head. “Although I doubt she needed to! Who would risk missing the chance to watch that uppity Arab getting turned into meat? Is it okay if I take a break so I can watch, Sir?”

“Sure, Jane,” the nightclub owner replied softly. “Just hurry back when the deed is done.” Then he turned back to the Black Canary, and joined her in getting cleaned up as he barked, “Are you going to answer my question, Miss Lance?”

“You mean the one you asked after teasing that I might be permanently titless and clitless?” Dinah retorted with a giggle. “No biggie if that’s the way the dice roll. Look, Bill, I told you earlier that I promised Ollie this would be my only visit to your fine establishment. I’ll keep my promise as long as we are together, but we break up frequently…before getting back together. If Wanda invites me along on one of her future girls’ nights out during one of those breakups, I’m sure I’ll say yes. While that rich bitch, Scheherazade, let me prove to myself that I can accept cruel torture with dignity, she, at the end, made a circus out of my debreasting experience. I’d like a do-over…something less hands-on…and with a less disgusting kitchen-side player. Just the tits, though!”

“Wonderful, Dinah!” Bill Jennings acknowledged with a chuckle as he set down his cleaning equipment and began getting dressed. “You 21^st Century superheroines and your endless supply of breast bacon are going to make me a rich man! While I am sorry Shada, with her rude behavior, made your debreasting booth experience less pleasant than it could have been, I don’t think you should dwell any further on it…I’m pretty sure trying to waste your meat will see her severely punished. Now, we were a bit rushed the last time we talked in here. I didn’t ask you about your ideas for intermission contests and execution methods for the lottery winners. Oliver said you would probably suggest a fellatio competition as an intermission event.”

“Yeah, well Ollie knows me too well,” Dinah replied as she blushed badly. “While most girls are too embarrassed to admit it, most of us take pride in giving great blow jobs. Let the loser live roast over one of your barbecue pits, and let the winner nullify any other runners up. That should help grow your bank account!”

“Indeed, Dinah, and what execution methods for the lottery winners would you suggest?” Bill asked with obvious interest while he buttoned his shirt.

“In this case a girl should be careful about her suggestion, shouldn’t she, Bill?” Dinah chuckled softly as the stocky nightclub owner deftly tied his tie. “Your nightly lottery is NOT my favorite event here at Final Fantasy. What Zatanna went through looked to be horridly painful…and rather…well…final. Speaking of pain…well…I’m ready to see if those bandages will work on my wounds as well as they seem to have worked on Janet and Diana’s!”

“Just let me wipe you down first, Dinah,” Bill Jennings replied softly as he deftly began cleaning blood from the blonde superheroine’s chest. “Zatanna’s conversion to meat WAS a bit rougher than most sows’ conversions, I admit, but I never thought I would hear the Black Canary admit to fearing death.”

Dinah Lance bit her lower lip for a moment, and watched Final Fantasy’s owner unwrap a circular chest bandage, before scolding in a shivering voice, “You know damn well I’m not afraid of death…or even pain…Bill Jennings…none of us heroines are. However, if a girl’s got to die, it might as well be quick. Give your lottery winners to the guillotine! It might be a bloody death, but they say it’s quick!”

“Quick, yes, but not instantaneous, Miss Lance,” Bill observed sarcastically as he finished applying the round, white bandage to the Justice Leaguer’s left chest wound and reached for a second. “I’ve watched a disembodied girl suck a boy to climax before the lights went out of her eyes. I bet you’d like to give THAT a try!”

“No thanks, Mr. Jennings,” Dinah replied thoughtfully as she watched her right chest wound get bandaged. “If dropping into a basket was good enough for Marie Antoinette’s head, it would be good enough for mine. Getting beheaded and then eaten doesn’t make for a good tourist brochure, though, Bill. Maybe I should reconsider that next breakup with Ollie…or my RSVP to Wanda’s girls’ night out invitation at least.”

“Spread your legs and part your vulva with your fingers, Dinah,” Bill commanded tersely as he dropped to his knees and pulled an eye dropper from a bottle containing the same liquid that coated the bandages. “We’re almost done. The laser beam made for a bloodless wound down here. You’ll be back, Black Canary, and I’ll harvest another set of C-cups from you at the very least.”

Dinah blushed badly as she complied and opened her privates to the gaze of a man she had met only a few hours earlier. As he carefully squirted the pain numbing disinfectant and coagulant into a cavity that once held her precious clitoris, she admitted, “I’m sure you are right, Bill Jennings, but I’ll ruin at least two sets of tits before I let someone send mine to your kitchen. I still think the lottery blows though!”

“If you’re going to keep coming back to this time zone, Black Canary, you need to put those selfish thoughts out of your mind,” Bill chided tersely as he tore a smaller wrapper open and applied the tiny circular bandage to the apex of the 21^st Century superheroine’s vulva. “It is the duty of every girl in this society, whether born here or not, to eventually donate her meat to the worldwide food chain. The fact that we both hope that eventuality will come later rather than sooner doesn’t change the fact that, eventually, you’ll roast!”

Bill paused as the communicator on his desk buzzed. “That will be the ex-President!” the nightclub owner exclaimed as he took in the disbelief on the Black Canary’s face. “I have to take this, Dinah. Do keep in mind that being made meat is an honor here. When you taste Zatanna you’ll understand why! Now, go back to your table and join Oliver in admiring your contributions to my kitchen. I’ll rejoin you shortly!”

Confusion filled Dinah Lance’s eyes as she stood while the 41^st Century male snatched up the communicator module. She heard him say, “Yes, Mr. President!” as she stood and exited the office. She heard him continue with, “Yes, Victor, things have gone as planned. We will all be tasting Zatanna’s meat shortly. No, Richards hasn’t begun to guess. Never mind that, Sir, what do I do about Princess Shada and her husband, the Councilman? I know she is one of your political allies!”

“Just a minute, Sir,” Bill Jennings urged into the communicator as he realized Dinah was still in the Game room. He called out, “Don’t forget to put on your bottoms, Dinah. Do get back to Oliver so that the President and I can come to a consensus as to what I am to do with your debreastor and her husband.”

The Black Canary pulled on her black and gold bikini bottoms and dropped the matching top into a nearby waste bin. She bit her lower lip and hurried out the Game room door. Dinah had a thoughtful look on her face as she quickly hugged Toney and Yen, the two breasted girls’ faces still flush with excitement as they stood on the dance floor before the now empty debreasting portals. Something was up with Bill Jennings, ran through Dinah’s mind as she headed for her table—something she was sure it wouldn’t be wise to mention until she and her friends were back in the 21^st Century.

“Well, here comes my favorite nullo now,” Oliver Queen quipped dryly before standing and gently hugging Dinah as she reached their table. “Welcome back, sweet cheeks! Was it as fun as you hoped it would be?”

“It was a blast, Ollie!” Dinah Lance chortled softly as her laughing blue eyes locked with the green eyes of her longtime boyfriend. “That was the most fun I’ve had in ages…even the unexpected declitting. Who could have guessed that might happen to me?” Black Canary laughed as the Green Arrow winced and everyone else, except Wonder Woman, blushed badly. “Hmmm. Did I interrupt something? God, it smells good out here!”

“Nothing important, friend Dinah, and yes the smells from yon ovens are troublingly tantalizing,” Princess Diana interjected softly. “Be thee well, teammate?”

“I’m just peachy, Diana,” Dinah replied softly with an impish grin on her face as she and Ollie took their seats. “Really! I don’t even hurt now that I’ve been bandaged. Now, what do you mean, nothing important? Sue and Wanda seemed to be in the middle of a pretty animated conversation when I walked up.”

“Sue was just trying to talk some sense into my big-breasted teammate, Dinah,” Janet spat with obvious irritation. “We should be treated like any other un-papered girl. If we play the debreasting booth game, our tabs are paid, so we shouldn’t have to risk our meat in the nightly lottery. Wanda seems to be too thick to admit that Sue’s right. We shouldn’t have to risk every girl’s meat on each and every visit to Final Fantasy. Talk to Bill, Wanda! Tell him we’ll stop visiting if he won’t play fair with us!”

“Yeah, like that’s going to happen, wife-of-mine!” Hank Pym chuckled softly with a silly grin on his face as he watched Wanda Maximoff blush badly. “Wanda’s not going to risk getting kicked out of her balloon popping club. Never mind! Come on, Ollie, show your girlfriend her amputated sex life and ta tas!”

“Sure, Hank,” Oliver agreed jovially as he reached down to the silver meat tray on the table in front of him, took an nipple in each hand, lifted, and pushed the dangling, upside down breast skins over Dinah’s chest bandages. “Is this what you looked like after your sessions with Doctor Lactose, sweet cheeks?” Oliver grinned as his girlfriend blushed badly and the rest of his tablemates burst into laughter. “Tits milked dry until sagging and flaccid?”

“Tease the nullo all you want, Mr. Queen,” Cheryl interrupted sternly as she paused on her way to the Game room, “but take care to replace those memorabilia back into their proper positions. If you accidentally swap places, the trophy board is going to be ruined, and Mr. Jennings is going to be very unhappy. You can bet that someone will end up meat if that happens, and it isn’t going to be me!” She watched as a properly chastised superhero carefully placed the breast skins back on the tray, and then rushed away.

“That girl takes work way too seriously, Ollie,” Hank Pym quipped softly as the nightclub manager disappeared into the Game room. “Come on! Show Dinah her severed clitoris! Rub her stolen sex life into her face!”

“There it is, sweet cheeks,” Oliver Queen chided softly as he nodded to the tiny, pink bit of flesh between two ugly conical lumps of fatty tissue, “the tiny but miraculous organ that facilitated all of those orgasms you’ve had since that boy, Jimmy-what’s-his-name, popped your cherry in the back seat of his car at lovers’ point six years ago. What do you think? Should we take a pass on trying to get it to grow back?”

“Golly, Ollie, it sure is smaller than Janet and Diana’s rooted-out clits!” Dinah chirped softly as she stared with fascination at the tiny penile organ, before reaching down and poking it with her right forefinger. “God, I hope Hank can grow it back. I really like cumming!”

“Don’t you worry, sweety,” Sue interjected softly as she smiled at Dinah. “When we get home, you’ll be as good as new. The nanogene robots won’t have to work nearly as hard on you as they will on Janet and Diana. The severed end of your clitoral shaft is much closer to the surface of your vulva. Janet, Wanda, and I have already been through the process, and we are…or, in Janet’s case, were…just fine.”

“Yeah, that’s one of the upsides I guess,” Dinah spat sarcastically. “However, the Black Canary’s trophy board is going to really blow, hanging in the Game room with the rest of you girl’s more impressive memorabilia!” Dinah grinned as her tablemate’s laughed, and then pulled her hand back from the severed organ. “Woops! Here comes Mr. Jennings and Cheryl, no doubt with my brass plaque and an engraving tool…along with a lot of other interesting toys. I wouldn’t want him to catch me diddling my severed self!” Dinah grinned impishly as her tablemates laughed loudly.

“I see you’ve been admiring the meat you’re contributing to my kitchen, Dinah…as well as my memorabilia,” Bill Jennings chuckled heartily as he reached the principle reserved table and placed an elongate brass plate and a pencil-like engraving tool on the table before the ponytailed blonde. “You’ll have to forgive me and be patient. I’m afraid it will be several minutes before we can all sit down and have you provide the final piece needed to make my newest trophy board…the name plate with your nom de guerre scratched into it! I must make an example of Shada and her husband first…the attempted wasting of meat is intolerable!”

Bill turned from the nullified blonde Justice Leaguer to her green-eyed teammate and boyfriend and chuckled, “I’m hoping you won’t mind helping me with the making of that example of Shada, Oliver…in view of the insults she heaped upon poor Dinah here as your girlfriend accepted her partial conversion to meat, and my willingness to triple your credit balance so that you can buy Dinah a fresh fillet should you choose. If you agree, you will also be helping me diffuse a rather tense situation by turning the unfortunate circumstance into something that will be entertaining to my patrons. To that end, you’ll need this!” Bill Jennings turned and took a bright green recurve bow from Cheryl, who stood behind him, and held it out to the bearded blonde hero.

Oliver Queen grinned and nodded as he stood to accept the familiar piece of archery equipment while he mumbled, “This bow…it was m…the Green Arrow’s third…but how did…?”

“It cost me a small fortune, but I had to have it for my private collection, Oliver,” the owner of Final Fantasy interjected with a broad grin on his face. “Too bad it doesn’t have the emerald archer’s nom de guerre engraved into it. Then it might be worth even more than the compound bow that the 21^st Century superhero used later in his career…which I couldn’t afford. I’m afraid I wasn’t strong enough to string it for you, Oliver,” Bill admitted sheepishly as he handed the green-colored weapon to the muscular hero. He turned and took the bowstring with loops on each end from Cheryl and handed it to the smiling time tourist as well.

“I’m not surprised by that, Bill,” Oliver Queen replied dryly as he put one of the string’s loops over the outwardly curved notched point at the lower end of the bow. “It takes a knack as well as strength to string a bow with a pull of this poundage,” the Green Arrow observed softly as he placed the end of the bow on the floor, stepped through the upward stretched string behind the bow, and hooked his right heel around the front of the outwardly curved tip. “The compound bow made the stringing much easier,” the emerald archer grunted as he pushed downward on the upper end of the bow with his right hand, slowly bending it until he could loop the other end of the string around the upper tip of the bow and into the bowstring groove with his left hand, “but fortunately I still remember the knack.”

“Indeed you do, Oliver,” Bill Jennings chuckled softly as he took two more items from Cheryl. “I hope your aim is up to the task as well.” With gleaming grey eyes the stocky entrepreneur turned and handed his once-famous new acquaintance a needle-pointed green arrow with green feathers just forward of its green nock, as he chortled, “Exploding arrow, so treat it gently. I’ll show you how to arm it shortly.”

Then Jennings held up what was obviously the brassiere-like contraption with cups that were permeable to gasses, but not liquids, he had earlier said his engineers had invented. He pointed to two red metallic rings on the sides and just forward of the bases of each cup, which were also ringed with red metal, and announced, “These small openings in the sides of the cups are your targets, Oliver. If you can hole all four rings at once, the arrow will be through the bases of Shada’s breasts, just outward from her chest, when it goes boom. As I explained earlier, the cups are elastic enough to expand during the explosion and contract afterwards. The metallic target rings and basal cup rims, on the other hand, will contract instantly, sealing off the arrow holes and closing the bases of the cups to form sacks, therefore collecting the breast debris to become frappe′ ingredients! Are you up to it, Oliver?”

“It’s a piece of cake, Bill,” Oliver Queen replied dryly as he glanced from the arrow to the mostly transparent brassiere and back again. “Just get your target ready and I’ll turn her lovely boobs into tit shrapnel! I promise, that Arabic bitch will regret taunting and torturing Dinah for a very long time! I’ll take your money too, although I won’t make the other girls jealous by buying Dinah some other waitress’s fillet. I might buy all of the girls snacks though, while Hank and I munch on Kaori and Colleen fillets.”

“I doubt you’ll be able to keep THAT promise, Oliver,” Bill Jennings replied with a smirk on his face. “Oh, Shada will regret trying to waste Dinah’s meat, but the regret won’t last for ‘a very long time’. Her husband on the other hand…well, let’s just say his regret may outlast his wife’s!” Bill Jennings roared with laughter as he and Cheryl began moving towards an obviously livid Shada standing with a loose noose around her neck on a tall tipping stool near the wall under noose station 5, and her mortified husband who stood on the dance floor about six feet in front of her.

“I see you’ve got the situation well in hand, Tyler,” Bill Jennings observed with a chuckle as he arrived to stand beside the hauntingly beautiful Semitic Princess. He noted that her hands had been secured behind her back and that she seemed comfortable standing atop the three-foot-tall tipping stool.

“Yeah, well things became much less of a chore once we got her fitted with a ball-gag,” Tyler Roberts whispered back with a wry grin on his face. “Actually, she hasn’t caused too much fuss, and I’ve been quite gentle with her, while we waited for you to take care of business. Given Shada’s station and her alliance with the ex-President, I guess we both expect you’ll be letting her down off the stool with just a good scare. Those are the old man’s orders, aren’t they, Bill?”

“I guess we all might have expected that decision…a good scare as Shada’s punishment…from Victor, Tyler,” Bill Jennings replied softly as he stepped up on the shorter stool, still on the floor behind Shada’s perch, “given the Saudi Arabian delegation’s loyalty to him over countless decades and her allegiance to him over the last few years…if this were any other night.” Bill reached up and deftly tightened Shada’s noose, carefully placing the noose knot behind the sultry dark-eyed jezebel’s left ear. “However, given the very special guests we have with us tonight…. Can you use the wall switch to give me some more slack, Tyler? I want Shada to drop a full two-and-a-half feet, before she bottoms out.”

Bill watched as Tyler reached and pressed the lowering switch for noose station 5 while Shada protested loudly but unintelligibly around her ball gag. Bill grunted when he felt there was enough slack. “Hush up and behave like the proud Princess you are, Shada,” the nightclub owner hissed with obvious irritation as he deftly fit the transparent brassiere cups over the Arabic girl’s perfect C-cups. As he tightened the devious garment’s straps around Shada’s back, Bill chided, “You knew this was coming, sow…someday at least…for you are a girl, after all…and are not all girls just walking meat…even Princesses?” Bill smiled as Shada suddenly quieted and seemed to nod slightly.

Bill Jennings pulled a small remote control from his pocket and hit a button which caused the brassiere to issue a small clicking sound. The devious device had been activated! Then he hit another button that caused the cup rims to tighten around the Semitic beauty’s breast bases, causing the orbs to ball slightly. Finally, Bill checked to make sure the cups were properly adjusted and the target rings perfectly aligned. He grunted, stepped down onto the dance floor, slid the small stool well away from the tall stool with his foot, and moved to stand before the ball-gagged Councilman.

Bill Jennings locked eyes with the quivering male, and somberly observed, “It looks like you’re going to need some help, Councilman, seeing as your hands must remain tied behind your back. After we are done here, and you’ve had a chance to visit an insta-care facility, you are expected to report to the Presidential palace where they will be holding a banquet to celebrate the royal conversion to meat. I understand the ex-President has already claimed the royal fillet.” Without another word, Bill knelt before the paled male, unhooked his trousers, and roughly pushed them, along with the man’s underwear, down around his ankles, allowing his massive erection to pop free and jut forward under his shirt.

Bill Jennings stood, glanced from the mortified, gagging male to Cheryl, and stated matter-of-factly, “You’ve been given your instructions, Cheryl. Do exactly as the ex-President commanded.” He watched his nightclub manager nod, and turned to face Shada, before softly declaring, “I’ll get this over with forthwith, Princess.” He watched the Semitic beauty glare at him and then nod, and walked back towards his table and the waiting Oliver Queen. On his way, Bill heard Cheryl command, “You two take turns fellating him. Whatever you do, don’t let him squirt. When he’s fully erect, I’ll fit the docking tube over his penis. I’ll see if I can get him to cum as his wife goes…while he’s being docked!”

“Ready, Oliver?” Bill asked softly as he reached the emerald archer with the sounds of slurping coming from the dance floor.

“Yeah, just say when,” Oliver Queen replied softly as he slid his chair to the side of the table. He grinned and chuckled, “For the arrow to be level when it reaches the brassiere targets, I’m going to have to get up and crouch on the chair. I must say, it’s going to be somewhat distracting to do this while Colleen and Kaori are taking turns sucking that Arab bastard’s dick! I don’t like other guys playing with my dinner!”

“My head waitresses are just doing their jobs, Oliver,” Bill Jennings chuckled back. “Besides, you’ll be eating Colleen’s fillet, not her mouth, and by the time you’re ready to shoot, Cheryl will be the one working on the Councilman’s erection, trying to time his ejaculation with Shada’s drop. Let me make a quick announcement to the audience before you take the chair. In the meantime, let’s arm the arrow’s fuse.”

“Just a minute, Mr. Jennings,” Dinah interjected nervously. “I’m the one that got injured by that bitch Scheherazade’s behavior. Lend me a pair of those surgical scissors and let me snip her clit off. She made me get declitted after all!”

“I’m sorry, that won’t be possible, Dinah,” Bill Jennings replied softly before sternly adding, “and the sow’s name is Shada, not Scheherazade, as I’ve told you more than once. Besides, it was society that was injured, not you. Shada’s being hanged for trying to waste meat, not for helping you make your donations to the worldwide food chain!”

“What do you mean, it won’t be possible, Bill?” Dinah asked in obvious dismay. “I’m sure we can find the scissors, and I doubt anyone who witnessed her behavior will complain about my trying to get even with her for what she put me through.”

“No, Dinah,” Bill replied in obvious exasperation, “it won’t be possible because Shada was circumcised after her first menstruation. Female circumcision was embraced by the Saudi royal family a few decades after the invention of the declitting tube, and their way of performing the ritual doesn’t end with the clitoris!”

“What Bill means, Dinah,” Wanda interjected softly with sadness in her voice, “is that you can’t declit Shada, because the little organ has already been removed. It sounds like she may have undergone type 2 female genital mutilation around puberty. I’m guessing her inner labia were removed as well.”

“OH, DAMN!” Dinah Lance gasped in horror as her face reddened. “No wonder Scheherazade…I mean Shada…is so mean! She’s probably never ever had a good cum! Sorry! My bad for asking, Mr. Jennings!”

“You’re forgiven, Dinah…but call me Bill, damn it!” Bill Jennings chortled softly. “Now, everyone shut up for a minute! Oliver, twist the arrow’s tip one-hundred-eighty degrees counterclockwise to arm it. Then take care not to let the tip hit anything until it’s through the brassiere targets. I’ll make an announcement to the audience, and then you can take the chair. Watch for Cheryl’s signal, and then demonstrate your much lauded archery skills.”

Bill Jennings turned to face the audience and called out loudly, “Ladies and gentlemen, most all of you witnessed Princess Shada of the Saudi Arabian delegation attempt to waste a sow’s meat by refusing to complete a debreasting which she had initiated. She continued to refuse to complete the debreasting after I, owner of this establishment, had ordered her to do so. Most any other girl would find herself riding Jessica for that affront to society. Because of Princess Shada’s station, she will be granted a long-drop hanging instead of slow impalement, while demonstrating a new debreasting device.”

“Princess Shada’s husband, Councilman Farouk, was an accessory to the crime,” Bill proclaimed loudly over the loud boos that had erupted in the nightclub. “Like any other man committing such an affront to society, Councilman Farouk will find his penis in a docking tube so that his glans might be clipped off in the midst of ejaculation.”

As the boos got louder, Bill hollered, “Oliver Queen, who did so well at helping collect the lottery winners’ meat during halftime, will be handling Princess Shada’s debreasting and execution as he displays his skill in archery. Final Fantasy Manager, Cheryl Simmons, will be handling the docking tube, which will soon be placed over Councilman Farouk’s turgid penis. I understand Cheryl has a plan to motivate Councilman Farouk into a well-timed and massive ejaculation. It is our hope to turn this unfortunate turn of events into memorable entertainment. Let’s all give Oliver and Cheryl a big hand for their help.”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter as the audience boomed with cheers and applause. The evening was going very well indeed, and his profit margin would be most satisfying!

“You two, set the target up in front of the wall, about four inches from to outer base of her left breast, and align the bull’s eye so that its center is at the same elevation as the little hole in the side of the brassiere,” Cheryl barked and then smiled as Tricia and Carol, both nude as potential menu-item waitresses, wheeled the target assembly from behind the kitchen counter onto the dance floor. As the two waitresses busily followed instructions, and the audience began to gather around the dance floor, the blonde nightclub manager also stepped onto the dance floor and knelt on the floor halfway between the noosed Arabic beauty and the two busily slurping head waitresses.

When the nude waitresses finished setting up the target and hurried to join Tyler Roberts, Couch Taft, and Assistant Coach Sacrino, in front of the kitchen counter, Cheryl hissed, “He’s stiff enough, Colleen! Shove him over to me, and I’ll get him ready to have his equipment shortened while I’m emptying his testicles!”

Final Fantasy’s manager smiled up to the ashen-faced, ball-gagged Councilman as Colleen and Kaori pushed him forward until his massive erection was bobbing below her chin. As the two head waitresses moved to join the group of spectators in front of the kitchen counter, Cheryl chortled matter-of-factly, “It is pretty rare for a girl like me to be given the opportunity to dock a male, Councilman Farouk. While I’m pretty sure you’ll do everything you can to delay ejaculation and the concomitant loss of your penis glans, you will eventually squirt, as I was at the top of my sex education class in fellatio.”

Cheryl’s smile morphed into a wicked grin as she slowly held up the docking tube she had kept hidden in her right hand so that the Councilman, with fear-filled brown eyes, could see it. She slowly pulled backwards on the sliding button on the short, two-and-a-half-inch diameter tube, causing the two half-circle razor blades at its business end to rotate outward and upward until horizontal, parallel with the tube. Cheryl released the button, and, with a loud click, the razor blades snapped downward and inward, once again sealing the barrel of the tube. Her grin became almost Cheshire catlike as she watched the penis below her chin bounce as the Councilman gagged and gasps emanated from the audience.

The nightclub manager giggled as a bead of seminal fluid formed at the tip of the turgid Saudi Arabian penis. Cheryl chided softly, “The thought of getting your penis glans publically docked might be sickening to your conscious mind, Councilor, but your penis seems eager for a taste of the experience. I’ve got pre-cum here! It won’t be long now before this massive manhood of yours is a touch less massive.”

Cheryl pushed her mouth over the now bobbing penis and began deep throating it. The blonde heard the man before her issue a short needful moan and pulled her head back. She chortled softly, “Not so fast, Councilman! I’ve been instructed to make this interesting…for you as well as the audience. If you can time your ejaculation with your wife’s hangman’s rope snapping taut, and if you can ejaculate hard enough and long enough to totally drench her meat with your semen, I’m to stop the docking tube blades from fully rotating closed. You’ll be allowed to leave Final Fantasy and get your penis repaired, still tipped with your glans. Ejaculate too soon, too late, or provide your wife’s meat with an insufficient basting, and I’ll auction your severed glans to the highest bidder as a snack. Good luck, Sir!”

“Good heck!” Janet Van Dyne spat loudly as she stared unblinkingly at the gorgeous blonde bobbing her head over the massive erection on the dance floor. “That Arab dude is hung like a horse. Cheryl can barely get that massive glans past her teeth. No wonder he won the dowry of a Princess!”

“Yon male boasts the appendage of a colt perhaps, but certainly not that of a stallion, friend Janet,” Princess Diana of Themyscira corrected softly with a knowing look on her face. “Still, for a man, he is quite well endowed. ‘Twill be most interesting to see how he accepts his eminent pruning!”

“If Cheryl can actually squeeze his glans into the barrel of the docking tube,” Sue Richards observed softly as she struggled unsuccessfully not to stare at the fellatio being performed on the dance floor, “I bet he’ll soon be begging for his organ to be spared. At the very least, he’ll be bawling in pain and regret after Cheryl clips the tip of his manhood.”

“No, I don’t think so, Sue,” Wanda Maximoff declared in a whisper as she watched the blonde nightclub manager pull her head back from the bobbing erection, while the Saudi male stared downward with widening, apprehension-filled eyes as he watched the blonde pull the sharp razor blades at the end of the tube in her right hand open until they were horizontal with the tube’s barrel. “He’s a 41^st Century male who has spent many years in a position of authority and who finds himself about to be punished in a room full of unpapered girls. He won’t give the livestock the satisfaction of seeing him beg or bawl!”

“Wanda is right,” Hank Pym agreed in a quivering voice as he watched the Councilman’s apprehension become fear as the topless manager on the dance floor carefully pushed the open barrel of the docker over his glans, and fear become intense trepidation as the male felt sharp steel touch his penis’s shaft just below his corona. “Or at least she’s partly right. The Councilman certainly won’t beg to be spared, and he will mask the pain and regret he will most certainly soon be feeling with the pretention of sorrow over the loss of his royal wife. He’s a politician, and his ilk will always play for a chance for return to power!”

“Golly, Ollie,” Dinah chirped excitedly as she watched the Councilman lift his head upward and pull his eyes from his endangered manhood to stare into his noosed wife’s gleaming dark eyes while the blonde before him jacked her left hand up and down his long penis shaft and swirled her tongue around his glans tip that was now trapped in the barrel of the docking tube, “I can’t decide whether to watch the Councilman get docked, or watch Scheherazade get hanged!”

“If I were you, sweet cheeks,” Oliver Queen replied dryly as he stepped up onto his chair and twisted the tip of the green arrow to arm it before fitting it against the bow and nocking it, “I’d focus on Shada’s boobs. That’s where the action will begin. The Councilman won’t get his dick docked until he’s done spraying his soon to be dangling wife.” The Green Arrow watched the wickedly lovely jezebel twist her head to glare defiantly at him as he drew the bowstring until his right hand was against his right cheek. “This is, after all, about debasing a sow as she is being executed for breaking one of this society’s most strictly enforced conventions.”

The Green Arrow crouched as he heard the Councilman begin issuing a slow needful moan and watched Shada twist her head to stare at the docking tube below her with obvious trepidation. “Besides, I’m about to amaze you yet again with my astounding marksmanship!” Oliver chuckled softly as he took careful aim. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Cheryl slide her head off of the end of the docking tube and hold her left hand up where all could see it with three fingers pointed to the ceiling. The Green Arrow began his three count as the blonde nightclub manager renewed pumping the Arab’s shaft with her left hand while tilting her head and body sideways to avoid being sprayed during the impending ejaculation.

Wanda Maximoff heard a low THRRRRUUMMM followed by a faint SWWISSHH as Green Arrow released the bowstring and the green-colored arrow shot through the air towards the exotically gorgeous Semitic Princess. Time slowed, and it seemed to take forever for the elongate projectile to fly towards the stunning dark-eyed girl’s perfect C-cups while Shada’s head and eyes were dragged from her husband’s endangered manhood to the streaking arrow. The buxom auburn-haired Avenger heard a SfpsfpFPT sound as she watched with bulging gold-flecked blue eyes as the whizzing arrow passed through the tiny target rings surrounding the Saudi Arabian Princess’s trapped, but beautiful, breasts to stick into the target’s bull’s eye.

BOOOOOMMmm rang deafeningly through the nightclub as the transparent brassiere cups ballooned five-fold in volume and turned pinkish colored, while Shada was thrown backward off of her tall tipping stool and began to drop downward. Wanda heard a faint CCRRKK as the Semetic beauty’s drop bottomed out and the hangman’s rope pulled taut, and she watched the noose tighten instantly into Shada’s neck as her body swung back forward and the brassiere cups contracted and hung limply downward on the sow’s chest, filled with a pinkish-red mixture of blood and breast meat shrapnel. Finally, there was a clacking sound as the Princess’s legs struck the tall stool on her forward swing and sent it tumbling forward.

“OH MY GOD!” Wanda Maximoff heard herself exclaim loudly over the gasps and cheers ringing out from the audience as she watched the dangling Arabic sow kick her right leg sideways as spurting semen from her husband’s manhood began coating her belly, hips, and thighs. “Her neck broke, but her spinal cord wasn’t severed! She’s hanging…aware of her ongoing debasement! God, I never want to do a long-drop hanging ever again!” The Scarlet Witch winced as she heard Bill Jennings chuckle behind her upon hearing her quivering protest.

“So, she gets to go out air dancing in the rain!” Janet Van Dyne chortled gleefully as she glanced briefly at the horror-filled face of her best friend and teammate before returning her attention to the dance floor. “What’s wrong with that? Look, Cheryl’s letting the docking tube blades slowly close into the Councilman’s penis just below his corona. Let’s see if that will coax a little more sticky rain out of those Arabic testicles. What do you think, high-pockets, would the bite of the razor blades make you cum harder?”

“Don’t even think about me and my package while you’re watching that blonde hottie take care of business out there, little one,” Hank Pym replied gleefully as he watched blood begin to drip on the floor below the Councilman’s erection. “Nice shooting, Oliver,” he added softly to change the subject.

“Yes, an excellent demonstration of marksmanship, Oliver,” Bill Jennings concurred as he watched the bearded 21^st Century hero step down from the chair he had been perched atop. “I could barely see the target rings from here, but as there is no blood on the floor below Shada, you obviously holed all four rings. Very entertaining! What say we have you give it another go, perhaps with Wanda’s massive melons in the brassiere and her lovely neck in the noose?”

“It would be more entertaining, Bill, if Shada would dance a little harder and her husband would ejaculate a bit more copiously,” Oliver replied dryly while avoiding comment on the 41^st Century male’s suggestion of a repeat performance. He thought Cheryl must have heard his grumbling, for she looked into the Councilman’s eyes and hissed, “Your timing was fine, Sir, but I’m afraid your drenching is far from sufficient for me to spare your glans. Squirt now, or you’ll watch some lucky girl snack on man meat.”

“’Twould appear, friend Cheryl’s threat will abate your disappointment, friend Oliver,” Wonder Woman observed gloatingly as she stared onto the dance floor. “The Councilman does spurt semen with renewed vigor as the docking blades close into the end of his manhood, and the Princess does appear to be dancing more desperately at the end of her rope as the flow of blood to her brain ebbs and her debasement is renewed.”

Sue Richards blushed badly as she fought against the smile that sought to form on her face as she watched the punishment and execution. A few short weeks ago, she would never have dreamed that she might find herself enjoying such a sordid spectacle. Then, she watched Shada begin lifting her thighs up to her belly, before kicking her feet hard downward. “The poor girl is trying to end her debasement…she’s trying to get her spinal cord to sever!” Sue blurted out as the epiphany flooded through her mind.

“Poor girl, my ass!” Dinah hissed in obvious irritation. “For the chastisement she gave me earlier, I hope she kicks and twists at the end of that rope for an eternity, and I hope she watches her husband’s dickhead get deep fried in a vat normally reserved for girl meat!”

“I fear Sue’s right, Dinah,” Wanda interjected as she watched the Saudia Arabian sow suddenly go limp after her third downward kick, “as I think her last kick got the sharp edge of a broken vertebra to sever her spinal cord. Princess Shada is meat, and it looks like you won’t get to see your hopes for her husband realized either. Look, Cheryl has pulled the docking tube from his phallus and is wiggling his glans to show Councilman Farouk how little penis core is still attached to it.”

“Then I better end this little ceremony, hadn’t I, Wanda?” Bill Jennings chuckled softly as he patted the auburn-haired Avenger’s shoulder. “Don’t worry! I was only teasing about Oliver making a repeat performance. I can always make you meat on some other occasion, can’t I?” Bill chuckled heartily as Wanda blushed badly and hurried onto the dance floor.

Bill Jennings deftly unhooked the special brassiere from the dead Princess’s body before moving to stand before a thoroughly defeated Councilman Farouk. He smiled apologetically at the Arabic male who stood staring at the blood dripping from his nearly decapitated penis, and said softly and calmly, “I am truly sorry it came to this Amil, and I am sorry for your loss. Shada was a fine woman despite her reservations regarding breast meat. Please get Councilman Farouk some treatment, Cheryl, while I explain to him his duties.”

Bill grinned as Cheryl stood and hurried toward the Game room, and then continued in a whisper with, “The ex-President is eager for you to retain you place on the Council, Amil. He is ready to serve another term as head of the government, and knows that he can count on your support…and the Saudi Arabian delegations support…to that end. Thus, he has chosen to allow you to leave here and have your penis repaired, glans intact. Do you understand Victor’s expectations?”

Bill Jennings watched the thoroughly crushed Arab male meekly nod, before adding, “After treatment, you are to report to the Presidential palace and take part in the festivities surrounding Shada’s royal conversion to meat.” Bill held the sacks containing bloody breast debris before the Councilman’s face and announced, “Final Fantasy will keep these for kitchen use, but we will deliver Shada’s dressed meat to the palace chefs as soon as possible. You’ll find your wife’s head on a spike in the center of the dinner table when you get to the palace. Do you understand our government’s expectations of you, Amil?”

Bill again watched as the broken Arab nodded as Cheryl returned with a beaker of the liquid pain killer, antiseptic, and coagulant used on Final Fantasy’s bandages. “We’ll have you feeling better momentarily, Amil,” the nightclub owner whispered softly as his manager took her knees before the Councilman. He watched as Cheryl dipped the end of the damaged penis into the beaker and the flow of blood ceased almost immediately. Then he hissed with obvious disdain and loudly enough for the audience to hear, “Because of your rank, Councilman Farouk, you have been spared full punishment for your role in the attempted wasting of meat. You are hereby banned from Final Fantasy! Should you attempt to return to my establishment, my staff will complete your unfinished docking. Leave now, while I allow you to do so!”

Bill Jennings turned back to the audience as the Councilman pulled up his underwear and trousers and hurried away, and called out, “The wasting of meat is intolerable. See what attempting to do so has earned Princess Shada. Now, why don’t we get past this sordid affair and get back to business as usual. Ladies, the Game room is now open. May this be your lucky night!”

Bill groaned as he heard a brunette standing before the debreasting portals call out, “Waitress, the debreasting portals are empty. Please fill debreasting booth 1. I’m talking to the dark-skinned waitress, not the pale one. Yen and I are hungry and we want some melanin in our meat!” Bill Jennings shook his head in disbelief as Carol hugged her fellow waitresses before heading for the Game room, and Tina dropped her shorts to take her place as potential menu-item waitress. It seemed he was going to be paying yet another pension!

Chapter 36. A Taste of Magic and Murder

“Are you back to waitressing, sweetie?” Sue asked softly as Cheryl began distributing a new round of Lactic Blasters around the time tourists’ table before collecting empty glasses.

“Are you going to have to pull a potential menu-item shift too?” Wanda asked in a quivering voice as she watched the 41^st Century blonde shrug her shoulders and smile in response to Sue’s question.

“Even if that were so, it’s not likely to come to that, Wanda,” Bill Jennings interjected as he retook his seat after delivering Shada’s bagged breast shrapnel to the kitchen. “Due to the length of time it takes to properly roast a girl, fewer and fewer fresh fillets will be purchased as we get later and later into the evening…you boys should probably think about getting your dinner over the coals, Oliver and Hank. However, there’s always a chance more potential menu-item waitresses will have to fill empty debreasting booths. I’d hate to see you get out of your scheduled night at Club X, Wanda, so we’re going to switch back from double to single shifts during the post-halftime lull. Cheryl can still help out as rover, but with her bottoms on, as well as her manager’s top…the latter to prevent anyone from getting their hopes up with respect to seeing her D-cups through debreasting portals. Let the girls know when you feel it appropriate, Miss Simmons.”

“Actually, Mr. Jennings, I was just going to help the waitresses out during the impending food ordering rush,” Cheryl replied with a smile on her face. “Although we’ve run through staff at a dizzying rate tonight, what with my promotion, Darlene, Charlie’s, and Maura’s debreastings, a list which it sounds like Carol is about to join, and Kaori and Colleen’s imminent rides on Jessicas, I wasn’t going to recommend the switch to single shifts just yet, Sir. Sandy may soon be the last of the original eight girls, but during the evening we’ve recruited Tricia, Tina, and Jill, and our on-call waitress Libby should arrive any minute with her eager Grade A friend, Tochi. A crowd this size still calls for double shifts! Let’s just rotate the shifts we have and just hope we have four waitresses left for tomorrow night.”

“Very well, Cheryl, we’ll do it your way,” Bill Jennings replied with a smirk on his face, “but if you’ve miscalculated don’t blame me when your own fillet gets put on the menu. Speaking of scrumptious food, Zatanna and Jamie must be ready for carving by now. Could you see to our tenderloins while I get Dinah to make the final preparations for her trophy board?”

“Yes, Sir!” Cheryl chuckled heartily back. “I’ll be back out with your tenderloins as soon as a pair of fillets, one of them fresh, has been delivered to Coach Taft and Assistant Coach Sacrino.” The stunningly beautiful Grade A manager smiled before hurrying over to the turkey roasters to supervise the removal of their golden brown contents, and to personally remove Zatanna and Jamie’s heads from the spikes atop them. Soon, the truncated remains of a 21^st Century superheroine and a 41^st Century wife, still perched on the egg-shaped spitting domes, and their heads, disappeared into Final Fantasy’s kitchen.

Bill Jennings shook his head softly while mumbling, “I swear that girl’s a mind reader…best damn hire I ever made!” Then he turned to Dinah and nodded at the tray of severed body parts on the table before her as he chuckled, “There you are, Miss Lance…two lumps of breast bacon for my kitchen, and the beginnings of a fine trophy board to hang on the wall of the Game room. It’s time for you to engrave your nom de guerre into that brass plate. The best taxidermist on the planet is going to be a very busy man tomorrow!”

“SLAPPED!” Janet Van Dyne interjected as she bounced on her chair. “It looks like that slim brown-eyed brunette and her short, almond-eyed Vietnamese friend…”

“Toney and Yen,” Dinah clarified quickly. “Toney’s the one with swooping B-cups and shoulder length hair. Yen is the one with the long black hair and perfect-shaped mosquito bites.”

“Yeah, okay,” Janet replied with a look of mild irritation on her face. “It looks like Dinah’s new friends finally got tired of pampering Carol’s big D-cups. Toney just hit the kill switch. Another set of big breast balloons are about to bite the dust!”

“Oh, CRAP!” Wanda Maximoff spat, her repugnance all too evident, as she nodded to the big metal box coming out of the ceiling on the kitchen side of the Wall. “Despite the fact that those two bacon hunters made their intentions very clear, Carol stuck with the broiler as her debreasting option. She’s going to stink up the joint…right in the middle of the dinner hour!”

“Maybe it won’t be so noxious smelling, what with the room already saturated with the smell of roasting meat, Wanda,” Sue replied softly with a hopeful look on her face as the device, open at both the forward and rear ends, was lowered to breast level on a suspension pole, and then moved forward as the suspension pole slid toward the booth along its positioning track in the ceiling. Soon the box was snug against the outer booth wall, surrounding the debreasting portals and the slightly swooping light-brownish-tipped D-cups protruding from them.

“Maybe the idea of stinking up the ‘JOINT’ while she gets her ta tas toasted is what floats that dark-skinned babe’s boat, girls,” Hank Pym chuckled softly as he observed the heating elements on both sides and the top and bottom of the interior of the device, positioned to surround but not touch the doomed breasts, begin to glow red. “From the way Carol’s nipples are turreted, I’d say she’s more than okay with getting partially cooked alive!”

“Never mind the ongoing partial conversion, Dinah,” Bill Jennings interrupted looking a bit perplexed, “your nom de guerre, please. The rest of you can relax about the fragrance of broiling breasts overwhelming the delightful smells of roasted girl meat. If necessary, blowers with very powerful fans can vent the smell coming from debreasting booth 1. Normally they are not used…to do so diminishes the sow’s right to select her own debreasting option…but I’m sure Carol will understand and not take it personally.”

Bill smiled with obvious satisfaction as Dinah carefully scribed ‘Black Canary’ into the brass plate before her, nodded to Cheryl as she walked past with a pair of garnished fillet plates, and then frowned as Diana, Princess of Themyscira, exclaimed over Carol’s moans of pain and sighs of orgasm, “Look! Four rods fold downward from the upper corners of yon broiler? See how they prick the skin of the glistening Nubian breasts at regular intervals along their tops and sides! What new form of intricate breast torture is this?”

“The rods have needles at their tips, Diana,” Janet Van Dyne announced softly with a smug grin on her face. “They’re making tiny breaks in Carol’s breast skin, and pushing through to the fatty tissue underneath. The breaks in the skin will make it much less likely that a hot spot inside the roasting breast bacon will pop, tearing the flesh, and will also make her breasts self-basting as the broiled fat oozes out of the small holes to coat the cooking flesh. Bill’s engineers must be geniuses! They seem to think of everything!”

“Why thank you, Janet, we do try to make Final Fantasy the best debreasting experience in existence,” Bill Jennings chuckled jovially as he took the engraved brass plate from Dinah and dropped it onto the silver tray containing a pair of bacon lumps, a pair of breast skins, and a severed clitoris. He watched thoughtfully as Cheryl stepped through the Game room door, before adding, “Now, we almost have everything together that will be used to make your trophy board, Dinah. Tell me, Oliver, are you sure you won’t visit us again…just to rub your little Canary’s face into the evidence of her nullification?”

“No, I don’t think so, Bill,” Oliver Queen replied softly with a strange look on his face. “I don’t think so…even if I didn’t have to pay a steep price for the ticket to get here. While this trip has been most…enlightening…as well as entertaining…. Well, I’m not sure I can be who I am here and still be who I am there…when I go home…at least if I do this more than once. Still, the evening is young…and we’ve still got a pair of tablemates packing melons. I’m hoping that problem gets remedied by the time I’m done munching on Colleen’s fillet. Speaking of fillets, Hank, what say we spear a pair as soon as the roasting pits become available? You still up for making Kaori’s final fantasy…final?”

“Of course Mr. Pym is, Mr. Queen,” Cheryl interjected from behind the two heroes on her return from the Game room. “Kaori’s fillet has already been purchased, so the conversion to meat must be culminated.” The blonde manager dropped a small rectangular object on the tray, smiled as Wanda obviously carefully examined the 41^st Century memory stick that still resembled the 21^st Century USB thumb drive, and announced, “Here is the data from your 3D map of Miss Dinah’s bust, Mr. Jennings.”

As Bill Jennings smiled and nodded, Cheryl added, “The pit attendants have been instructed to bring in the meat from the patio roasting pits as soon as the butcher has finished carving Miss Jamie and Miss Zatanna. I’ve asked Jane to set the booth ventilators on full, and took the liberty of instructing Sandy and Jill to bring two Jessicas to the back wall where the balance beam was. We’re going to use the new J5000s instead of the J3000s! From what I heard, I concluded Mr. Queen and Mr. Pym wanted to simultaneously make their respective sows meat, and I’m sure Colleen and Kaori won’t mind sharing each others’ conversion face to face. Shall I drop off those bacon lumps at the kitchen on my way to store the rest of the tray’s contents in the cooler with the other memorabilia…before I return with your tenderloins, Sir?”

As Bill smiled and again nodded to his incredibly efficient manager, Oliver asked with a wry smile on his face, “Cheryl, could you ask the chef to set those particular bacon lumps aside, and hold off making sandwiches for our table until Hank and I get back from making Colleen and Kaori ride Jessicas? We’d like to tease Dinah as her tits get munched on, but it sounds like the roasting pits will soon be available for a pair of waitresses and their Grade A fillets. Hank and I better take care of dinner or we won’t get home before curfew!” Cheryl opened her mouth to reply, and then closed it as she watched her boss shrug and nod. Without saying another word, the blonde nightclub manager picked up the tray with Dinah’s forfeit assets and disappeared into the kitchen.

“I take it that I made a rather unusual request, Bill?” Oliver Queen asked softly while looking uncomfortable.

“Yes, it is unusual not to see the breast bacon prepared immediately after harvest, Oliver,” Bill replied softly. “However, it isn’t so contrary to the cultural norm that any of my other patrons will take special notice. Do return from the patio as soon as Colleen and Kaori have finished entertaining you with their horizontal pole dances, though. We mustn’t attract undue attention to ourselves, must we?”

“What do you think, Diana,” Dinah chirped gleefully as she stared out at the box surrounding the breasts protruding from debreasting booth 1’s portals, “isn’t that a really cool way for a busty babe to get her chest wrecked? Look at the fat ooze out those hooters while they begin to brown. Can you hear those gazongas sizzle and pop as the grease boils and the bacon broils? I bet Bruce and Clark would love to see and hear that if your titanic jugs were what’s in the oven…course you’d be sizzling for a really long time before the done bell dinged.”

“A very long time, friend Dinah,” Wonder Woman admitted with a silly grin on her face, “and, although yon Nubian does gasp and shrill in orgasmic delight, her many moans and groans speak even louder of unbearable agony. Still would I gladly bear such torture if only first I could give Lois Lane’s barely adequate bosom to the wringer. Yes, yes, I know, friend Wanda, I do not forget rule number one. We are just a pair of silly girls dreaming of ruining another girl’s chest…Dinah of mine, and I of a nosy reporter’s. It seems we may well be entertained by yon symphony of agony and ecstasy as we partake of dinner. Friend Cheryl approaches with a tray full of plates!”

“Carol’s breasts will be done in a few minutes,” Wanda replied softly with a friendly smile on her face, ignoring yet another challenge to rule number one. “She is browning quite nicely now. And the ventilation system is working wonderfully. The smell will not interfere with this lovely and most exotic dinner.” Wanda nodded to the plate Cheryl had just set before her that contained a quartered new potato garnished with margarine and parsley, a single asparagus spear, a dab of stuffing, and a very small piece of barbecued meat. “On second thought, perhaps Carol’s solo song will last long enough, as the food, though attractively prepared, is far from a feast.”

“Do remember just how exotic and magical the meal before you is, Wanda,” Bill Jennings gruffly admonished with obvious disapproval on his face. “This is the one and only time we will ever taste tenderloin harvested from the great Zatanna Zatara. Just make sure you nibble at the meat. Make at least three bites of the treat on your plates, girls. Now dig in before it grows cold!” Bill smiled and sliced into the larger cut of tenderloin on his own plate,

As one, Wanda, Janet, Diana, and Dinah sliced off a small piece of meat and placed it in their mouths and slowly chewed. “OH MY GOD!” Dinah gasped in obvious delight. “It’s roast pork! The most succulent roast pork I’ve ever tasted! This is why girls about to become meat are called sows. We taste like pork!”

“Verily, friend Dinah,” Diana agreed with a hearty chuckle, “’tis roast pork fresh from the fire pit! I have partaken of such many times, but never was it so delicious!”

“They’re right, Sue,” Wanda Maximoff observed softly as she smiled encouragingly at the blonde matriarch of the Fantastic Four. “Do taste for yourself. I’m sure Zatanna had grown accustomed enough to this culture’s ways that she would want you to take this memory of her with you, as well as the memories of the adventures we shared together.”

As Sue lifted her fork to her mouth, she paused, listening to Carol’s rasping pain-filled gasps until the dark-skinned waitress suddenly sighed loudly with climax, and there was a swishing sound as a blade within the booth cut her broiled breast meat free to fall onto a wire mesh designed to catch the meat and hold it above the bottom heating element. “I was just waiting to enjoy my meal in silence,” Sue Richards lied over the sound of the restraints in booth 1 releasing and the meat tray folding upward under the broiler from the front of the booth wall.

“No waitress needed to supply gloves and tongs this week, it would seem,” Sue observed nervously as the broiler tilted and two lumps of cooked meat rolled out onto the detachable meat tray as a bawling Carol watched. “You can say one thing for Final Fantasy, there is always something new to look forward to.”

“Stop stalling, Susan,” Janet Van Dyne chided softly as she grinned at her friend, while Toney and Yen headed to the meat ordering counter with the meat tray and their steaming dinner. “You’ve already munched on Zatanna’s breast meat. In for a penny, in for a pound!”

“Bullies!” Susan Richards spat acerbically as she watched the broiler disappear into the dance floor ceiling. “Still, I can’t argue with your logic despite the butterflies in my belly.” Sue pushed the small piece of meat on the end of her fork into her mouth with a shaking hand and began nervously chewing. “Holy heck!” the ravishing blonde spat with obvious astonishment. “Positively glorious! My goodness this tastes good! If I lived in this t…city, my cholesterol level would shoot through the roof.”

“Can I have a taste, little one?” Hank Pym asked softly as eyed the tiny piece of meat on Janet’s plate covetously.

“Are you going to split Kaori’s fillet with me, high pockets?” Janet asked with laughter in her eyes as she watched her husband wince. “I didn’t think so, and I don’t blame you, Hank. You earned that fillet fair and square. Just don’t call me selfish because I won’t share either.”

“Come on, Hank, old buddy,” Oliver Queen interjected with a wry grin on his face, “’it’s obvious that none of these stuck up divas are going to share. Let’s go over to the Jessicas and have Cheryl fetch our own dinner. I’m in the mood for a good fuck just now! Are you going to come and announce your new entertainment act, Bill?”

“No, Oliver, what you are about to do is not a particularly unusual occurrence at Final Fantasy,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle as he eagerly assaulted the food on his plate. “Oh, you’ll have an audience all right. I’m counting on that. It will get girls filing into the Game room again as they consider the booths relatively safe given the distraction of Jessicas being put to use. Go ahead and examine the Jessicas for a while. Then Cheryl will bring Colleen and Kaori over to you. You can talk to the sows as their wrists are tied, but, whatever you do, do not tease them about their imminent full conversions to meat. Go! I’ll join you after I’ve finished my meal and awarded Carol her pension.”

“Friends Oliver and Hank seem eager to see to the slow impalement of a pair of comely girls, do they not, my friends?” Diana asked softly, speaking to no one in particular. “Perhaps murder comes easier to males than females.”

“I don’t think it has anything at all to do with gender, Diana,” Sue replied softly as she took her second bite of Zatanna tenderloin. “It’s when and where we are. It’s due to a process called inculcation. We’ve repeatedly been exposed to the idea that, because there are no farm animals, eating girl meat is both necessary and desirable. Hence, I am enjoying the heck out of tasting Zatanna’s tenderloin despite rarely eating meat at home and the fact that I used to abhor the thought of cannibalism. To get the girl meat, sows must undergo full conversion, so what Hank and Oliver would normally consider murder seems now to them to be just a normal part of the animal husbandry process.”

“Call it inculcation if you will, or even enculturation, Sue,” Wanda Maximoff observed with a frown on her face and irritation in her gleaming gold-flecked blue eyes as she took a taste of stuffing, “but the fact that we are finding our attitudes changing doesn’t make what is happening right. Yes, we girls’ attitudes have changed in scary ways. However, it’s the guys, especially Oliver, that scare me. He is about to slowly murder his third girl of the evening. We must find a way to make things better for womankind in this world. They must be more fairly treated at the very least…if not allowed to join mankind as equals!”

“Wanda, while I believe girls should expect to be treated fairly within this society’s rules,” Bill Jennings hissed acerbically as he methodically worked his knife and fork, “I would fight any attempt to see my peoples’ way of life ended. I like eating girl meat, and would want to do so even if our farm animals were miraculously replenished. Furthermore, given the fact that the virus that killed all of the livestock in the second plague, also killed most of the human race when it spread to us from the animals, my society would reject any miraculous replenishment of farm animals should it be offered. We will not risk extinction to spare a few sows from feeling the heat of the coals underneath them. Now, while I enjoy you girls’ company immensely, don’t you dare interfere with the worldwide food chain!” Bill pushed his last bite of tenderloin in his mouth and stood, leaving his asparagus and potato largely untouched. “Think about what I just said, Wanda, while I take care of Carol’s pension.”

“Well, maybe that speech in the dairy the other day was not the beginning of a revolution after all, girls,” Janet Van Dyne observed softly with a thoughtful look on her face. “Wanda, if not even Bill is with us, isn’t it a bit foolish for us to keep taking these risks? What if there is nothing that can be done for these girls? Girls we don’t even know, I might add!”

“Brave heart, friend Wanda,” Wonder Woman implored in a calm, steady voice, “for your cause is just. Find a way to bring down the devious metahuman power dampening field that surrounds this city, and, if I still live, my sisters and I will join you to see revolution’s end! Now, eat up, for this food is most appealing!” Dinah Lance burst into laughter.

“Will you be fetching Colleen and Kaori for us now, Cheryl?” Oliver Queen asked softly as he nodded to the patio door and the roasted long pigs being carried towards the kitchen. “It looks like the pit attendants are ready for fresh meat.”

“In a minute, Mr. Queen,” Cheryl replied as she watched an obviously irritated Bill Jennings rush into the Game room. “Sandy is still trying to switch the visceral disposal shoot on the second Jessica from the right to left side. The J5000s are new to us, so she has to keep referring to the instruction manual. In the meantime, would you like me to quietly summarize how someone from this…city…would conduct a full conversion using these machines, or was watching Mr. Carlson earlier sufficient?” The blonde manager nodded to the two gray, elongate machines mounted about a foot off of the floor on metal posts extending upward from rectangular stands to box-like housings, which were narrower at their tops and abruptly lower two-thirds back. Just thirty or so inches behind each Jessica 5000 were the spit impellers, each labeled Autopole 5000.

“We’d like to proceed with a lot more decorum than Carlson did, Cheryl,” Hank Pym replied in a cracking voice with a silly grin on his face. “We want this to be as pleasant as possible for the waitresses we purchased, wouldn’t we, Ollie?”

“Yes, that’s right, Hank,” Oliver Queen agreed dispassionately as he examined the machines that were much more compact than the Jessica 3000 he had watched being used earlier. “We’ve nothing against Colleen and Kaori. They simply carried the finest fillets for sale when it became time to order our dinner. Your pointers will be appreciated Cheryl, especially if it makes the process more enjoyable for the girls.” A slight frown formed on Oliver’s face as he examined the rectangular box-like spit impellers, narrower at their front ends than their rear ends, which were attached to poles rising from smaller rectangular pads.

“The sows will find no joy in their full conversion to meat, gentleman,” Cheryl chided softly before continuing in her most pleasant tone, “although they will take pride in the fact that their meat was deemed suitable for your meals and comfort in the knowledge that their pensions will make their families more prosperous. I’m sure they are also hopeful for a few more tastes of ecstasy as you use their bodies before they are impaled. These Jessica 5000s are designed to facilitate a sow getting her fillet tenderized before being made meat! I see, Oliver, that you have noted that some care will need to be taken during that tenderizing.” Cheryl pointed to the tip of the six-foot-long, one-and-one-half-inch-diameter, steel spit that was just protruding by an inch or two from the front end the nearest impeller—sharp tips would be within inches of the men’s butts as they did their tenderizing!

“Don’t worry,” Cheryl continued with a shy smile on her face, “the sows are prepared to take what’s coming to them. They knew the risk when they took the position of Final Fantasy waitress. When they get here, try to refrain from using their names, but instead address each as sow. Tie their hands behind their backs and then have them take the kneelers.” Cheryl pointed to leather padded upward curving surfaces connected to the lower rear third of box-like housings by curved bars. The curved surfaces bent abruptly upwards at their forward ends. Straps hung from the outer sides of the fronts and rears of their curved surfaces.

“Once the sows kneel on the leg supports, feed the ends of the straps into the slots on the outside of the inner edges of the leg supports,” Cheryl calmly instructed while giggling at the confusion forming on the men’s faces. “These aren’t girl traps like the J3000s, they are meat processing machines. You have to manually secure the sows, but the lower thigh and ankle straps will self-tighten once the ends enter the slots.”

“Once the sows legs are secured, have them take the waist cradles,” Cheryl continued while pointing at gray leather-covered curved pad that was supported by a short post rising from near the rear of the raised portion or of the box-like housing of the nearest Jessica, “and then the neck cradles.” The big-breasted blonde moved her hand to a narrower curved gray pad atop another short post rising from the front of the box-like housing that was slightly higher than the waist cradle, and then pointed to small curved brackets rising upward from the right sides of the pads. “Snap the waist and neck traps closed while taking care to hold the sows’ arms out of the way…they are self-tightening…then when you’re ready…within thirty seconds or so of being out of the way of the spit tips…hit the on switch on the spit impellers. The sows’ fates will be sealed as the spits move forward at a rate of about four inches per minute.” Cheryl pointed to small touch pads on the right sides of the Autopole 5000s. “When they begin gagging around nine minutes later as the spit tips enter their lower esophagi, you might want to help them keep their necks aligned, so that the spits exit between their teeth.”

“While the sows are being spitted you may use them as you see fit,” Cheryl announced with a twinkle in her green eyes. “Most men try to achieve climax while fornicating with the sow and baste the targeted fillet with their semen. If the sow climaxes as well it is considered fortunate, but care must be taken to finish fornication before arrival of the spit tip…for obvious reasons. Once the spit tip has passed under their scrotum, most men will switch to the anus, and share the sow’s pain as she is made meat on a stick. Others prefer oral sex and seek to feed the sow her final meal. Some men just watch the sow get slowly impaled. Whatever your choices, do enjoy the harvesting of your fillets, gentleman. Excuse me now, as I send one of my waitresses home and then fetch your sows.”

“Well, that was interesting,” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he watched Cheryl hurry over to the Game room door where a smiling Carol, wearing two round chest bandages, stood speaking with Bill Jennings. He watched as Cheryl hugged the dark-skinned ex-waitress, who then headed towards the main exit.

“Yeah, and useful, considering the fact that I’m not into getting my scrotum pierced,” Hank Pym agreed softly with a silly grin on his face. “Well it looks like Cheryl is headed to the kitchen where our waitresses must be hiding. I must admit, I have mixed feelings about this Ollie. Hmmm, I wonder where Bill is off to?”

“You heard Cheryl tell us there is no backing out now, Hank,” Oliver Queen replied sternly. “You paid for Kaori’s fillet, so now you have to harvest it. Just remembering what you are doing is legal here, and that not finishing her off would lead to trouble. It looks like Bill is headed to the coaches’ table. He probably wants to find out if Zatanna’s ‘slightly marbled’ fillet was worth all the trouble Coach Taft went through to get it!”

Bill Jennings took an empty chair at the coaches’ table and grinned at his long-time friend as he asked, “Well, Coach Taft, let’s hear it! How is your meal?”

“Best damned fillet I ever tasted,” Coach Taft exclaimed exuberantly. “Do I know how to assess fine fillets or what?”

“Mine tastes pretty damn good as well, Bill,” Assistant Coach Sacrino interjected jovially as he held his last piece of meat before his mouth, “so your chef should get most of the credit for our fantastic victory meals. Thanks for your support of the Dragons, Bill. We are indebted to you!”

“Now just a fucking minute, Paul,” Coach Taft fumed loudly, “I know Bill’s chef is good…I eat here all the time…but this here fillet IS the best damn fillet I’ve ever eaten! Don’t you be questioning my judgment in front of my friends. Tell him, Bill!

“Paul is just having you on, Edgar,” Bill Jennings chuckled softly at his animated friend. “For what it’s worth, I’m sure Zatanna’s fillet does taste positively magical. She was a very special girl. Please enjoy the rest of your meal, Coach. We’re about to have a double Jessica ride!”

“Sorry, Bill, Paul and I have to eat and run,” Coach Taft replied with an ear to ear grin. “We have some rounds to make and celebrating to do. None of it is going to come close to the fine time you’ve shown us tonight, though. I appreciate it, and will tell you so again tomorrow when I see you at Club X. Say, Bill, before I go, I thought I’d bend your ear with some advice you’d probably rather not hear. Zatanna might have been a special girl, as I believe you think all those cows of yours are, but I think you better watch them. They feel like trouble to me…trouble of the worst kind. The sooner you make that bunch meat, the better!”

“You’re almost as good a judge of character as you are of fresh fillets, Coach Taft,” Bill Jennings admitted as he stared thoughtfully at Wanda Maximoff. “I am watching those girls…very carefully…but for the moment they’re better for business as free rangers than meat. With Zatanna gone, I think they’ll be manageable. Now, congratulations again on your half of a double gymnastics tournament championship! Have a great night, guys, and I will see you tomorrow.” As Bill Jennings stood and headed for the group of spectators gathering around the Jessicas, he wondered whether a limitless supply of superheroine breasts was really going to be worth the trouble that the Scarlet Witch and her time traveling tourists seemed intent on causing.

“Here they come now!” Janet Van Dyne chirped excitedly as she bounced on her chair. “The sold signs have been washed away, so it looks like those two waitresses are ready for their final rides on Jessicas.” Janet nodded to the gap in the food-ordering counter and Cheryl, now wearing her sports bra with ‘Final Fantasy’ written on it, one word across each D-cup, with Colleen and Kaori trailing behind her.

“Damn!” Dinah spat in obvious disbelief as she stared at the nude head waitresses as they stepped onto the corner of the dance floor. “They’re looking pretty jolly for a couple of girls marching towards impaling machines. They’re turned on too. Look at the turrets tipping those tits!”

“The poor dears have spent a lifetime of hearing that only the best of the best…Grade A’s…can expect to become part of the worldwide food chain as live roasters, Dinah,” Sue Richards whispered softly with a frown on her face and sorrow in her blue eyes. “They probably are pleased as Punch to be donating their fillets to Janet’s husband and your boyfriend. I’ll never get used to this part of this t…city!”

“At least yon maidens’ beliefs allow them to meet their fates with calm bravery, friend Sue,” Princess Diana of Themyscira observed softly as she put her hand on the breasted blonde’s shoulder. “No one can ask for more in their final hour!”

“No…no they can’t…can they, Diana?” Wanda Maximoff muttered softly as the crowd around the Jessica machines parted to allow the nude girls, each carrying a length of twine, access to the men who had purchased their fillets. “Not even lambs being led to slaughter!”

“Gentlemen,” Cheryl announced loudly but politely as Colleen and Kaori took positions beside Oliver Queen and Hank Pym, respectively, “here are the sows carrying the fillets you have purchased. They are prepared to be made ready for the roasting pits. May you enjoy your dinners, Sirs!” Cheryl stepped away from the Jessicas to stand near the Game room door, which a handful of girls were rushing through to play debreasting booth games in the midst of the distraction.

“Oh, we will, Cheryl, we will,” Oliver Queen replied, seemingly unaware of the blonde manager’s retreat, as he stared into the riveting blue-eyed redhead’s lovely face and gently tweaked the erect brownish-pink nipples tipping Colleen’s perfect-shaped D cups. “I see you have something for me, sow.”

Oliver chuckled softly as he watched the redhead before him glance down to her privates, and then blush and quickly hand him the length of twine she carried in her right hand. “I’ll have that on my plate soon enough, sow,” the man more commonly known in the 21^st Century as the Green Arrow quipped softy after taking the length of twine from Colleen, “and I’m sure it will be succulent Irish food. Now turn and I’ll get you ready for Jessica.” Oliver smiled as the girl nervously nodded, before turning and crossing her wrists behind her back. She seemed unafraid as he deftly used the twine to bind her wrists together.

Hank Pym blushed badly as he heard Oliver cough. He had been lost in the moment as he stood before Kaori, cupping the lovely raven-haired oriental girl’s perfect pinkish-brown tipped C-cups with a silly grin on his face. “Well…uhmm…I guess I should….” Hank Pym stammered softly before a very nervous Kaori giggled and pushed her length of twine toward him.

“You must bind my wrists, Sir,” Kaori chirped softly in a sing-song voice.

“Yeah, Ka…sow, I’m just a bit nervous,” the blue-eyed scientist-cum-size-changing-superhero acknowledged shyly as he took the offered twine, “as this is my first time doing this…too.” Hank quickly, but a bit clumsily, tied the Japanese girl’s wrists after she turned and crossed them behind her back.

“Nervously anticipating your Japanese food, good buddy?” Oliver Queen asked teasingly as he watched the Avenger finish with his twine work. “Okay, let’s help them up onto the leg supports. Anything you sows want to say before we do that?”

“Might I suggest, Sir,” Colleen whispered nervously with a sultry smile, “that you have us give you some fellatio…to lubricate your members…assuming you mean to…. Well we…Kaori and I…were hoping for…well…you know…before you…before you share our pain.”

“Excellent suggestion, sow,” Oliver chuckled heartily with laughter in his gleaming green eyes as he tugged on his blonde beard. “Anything else we haven’t thought of?”

“Well…the other men, Sir,” Colleen replied with sudden discomfort flooding across her face as she glanced nervously into the crowd surrounding her, “are probably wondering, Sir. Are you going to let them…? Will our unoccupied orifices…?”

“Hmmm…sorry, guys,” Hank Pym interrupted as he watched Kaori grow pale before him and just barely shake her head with pleading brown eyes, “but, as I said earlier, we country boys don’t get to do this sort of thing too often. We don’t mean to look selfish…but we’d rather not be distracted…if you know what I mean.”

“Well, now that that has been decided,” Oliver Queen proclaimed dryly as he shrugged his shoulders and unbuckled his belt, “what say you sows take your knees and start sucking. I want to be well lubricated before we have you sows on Jessicas’ backs!” Oliver laughed as he watched Colleen’s eyes widen with glee as she caught sight of his massive manhood.

“Well, judging from the number of people, including many men, heading towards the exit,” Janet Van Dyne giggled softly, “that was a disappointing decision. Look, the coaches’ table is being vacated as well. Charles, Ted Stevens, Tyler Roberts…all the Club Xers…they’re all leaving!”

“Which means the nightclub is a little safer for us!” Sue Richards hissed softly as she looked around the room.

“Safe enough to try another booth stint, Sue?” Wanda Maximoff asked with obvious interest. “Much of the audience seems interested in our men and those soon-to-be live roasters.”

“Not yet, Wanda,” Sue replied softly with a nervous smile. “I’m not going to be ready for my last booth stint for a while yet. You go for it if you want, though. There is still one set of empty debreasting portals out there.” Sue giggled as she watched the buxom auburn-haired beauty shake her head.

“Those girls sure know how to suck dick, don’t they, Diana?” Dinah Lance chirped softly as she stared through the gap in the crowd surrounding the Jessica machines. “They certainly don’t seem to mind performing for an audience, do they?”

“One does what one must, friend Dinah,” Wonder Woman replied with a hint of disgust on her face. “However, yon fellatio is at an end, it would seem. Oliver pulls trousers up and his sow to her feet. ‘Tis time for impalement’s beginning!”

“I’m ready, sow,” Oliver Queen gruffly acknowledged as he stared into the eyes of the blue-eyed redhead before him, “and I’d guess you are too.” Indeed, Colleen, although quivering with anticipation, seemed strangely unafraid of what most women from the Green Arrow’s 21^st Century society would consider a ghastly fate—to be slowly impaled before being roasted to death. “Let’s help them up onto the kneelers, Hank.”

Hank Pym groaned before nodding and pushing Kaori’s eagerly sucking mouth off of his manhood and covering himself. “Sure, Ollie,” the muscular biochemist replied in a quivering voice as he helped the Japanese beauty to her feet. “Are you ready to mount the Jessica, Ka…sow?”

“Yes, Mr. Pym, Sir,” Kaori replied shyly, but with almond eyes filled with eager expectation, “I am ready. I have dreamed of this moment since I was but a little girl. I will provide a very fine fillet for your dinner, Sir.”

“I’m sure you will, Ka…sow,” Hank replied as he watched Oliver guide Colleen up onto her Jessica’s left leg support before she placed her right knee into the other padded bracket, and then the bearded Justice Leaguer began fitting the near-side strap ends into their slots. “Up you go! Let’s get those pretty legs strapped into place before my friend and your redheaded partner get ahead of us.”

“This isn’t a race, Hank,” Oliver chuckled softly as he glanced over to his nervous friend after watching the last of his Jessica’s leg straps auto-tighten. “I’ll wait for you to get ready before I begin tenderizing this sow’s fillet. Give the word when you’re ready to squirt into that Japanese hottie and we’ll hit the touch pads on the spit impellors together. Don’t worry, you sultry sow, we’ll get you both over-the-top and sighing in ecstasy before we give you the, so-called, traditional bastings. Now, lean forward and let the waist and neck cradles support you.”

Hank Pym watched as Oliver helped prevent Colleen from clumsily toppling forward by supporting her weight with one hand under her upper chest while controlling her bound wrists with his other hand. “Lean forward, sow,” Hank commanded with an awestruck look on his face, and then followed his friend’s example. Then he pushed Kaori’s wrists up her back, before snapping the waist restraint closed, followed by the neck restraint. He shook his head as the brackets were pulled downward to tighten against Kaori’s waist and neck. “Can you move, Ka…damn it…sow?”

“No, Mr. Pym, Sir,” Kaori replied as she tried to shake her head with little success. “I am truly in Jessica’s embrace. It is like a dream to me…a wonderful dream. We will be doing our horizontal pole dances soon, Colleen. Our families will soon have fine pensions in exchange for our meat!”

“Meat on a stick, Kaori,” Colleen giggled happily, “but hopefully not until we’ve managed to steal another climax or two. Mr. Queen’s inseminator is ice-hot huge, and it looked to me like Mr. Pym has a treat for you as well. I bet we are glowing with satisfaction by the time we feel the heat of the coals underneath us. Hah! Got you shy girl! I bet this is your first intercourse since sex education classes.” Colleen giggled again as Kaori blushed badly, and then held her breath as Oliver stepped behind her and she heard his pants drop to the floor.

Hank Pym watched Colleen’s blue eyes widen and heard her gasp as Oliver leaned slowly into her, dropped his own trousers and placed the tip of his turgid manhood between Kaori’s moist inner labia, and pushed his hips forward. He moaned in pleasure over Kaori’s groan of discomfort that quickly morphed into lustful need. Colleen hadn’t been exaggerating with her teasing. The Japanese girl was as tight as any virgin, and Hank suspected Oliver was finding Colleen’s vagina equally pristine. It was going to take all of his concentration to make sure Kaori climaxed before he did!

“The bastard’s fucking that Japanese sow right in front of me!” Janet Van Dyne spat acerbically as she stared at her husband pounding his manhood in and out of Kaori’s vagina with a grin of intense pleasure on his face. “After all the crap he gave me about cheating on him by having sex forced on me at Club X, that two-faced asshole’s voluntarily fucking our waitress right in front of me! It would serve him right if he got his ass poked by the spit tip behind him on one of his back strokes!”

“Fucking Kaori right in front of the entire nightclub audience, Janet” Wanda corrected as she giggled at her best friend and teammate’s consternation, “while Oliver does the same with Colleen. Now stop pretending to be angry at Hank over this. After all, you were the one who arranged to let the boys tag along on our girls’ night out. In fact, if I remember correctly, you also arranged at the dairy the other day for the boys’ drinks to be free tonight, which is why they had the funds to buy fresh fillets rather than stock fillets. One could say, you are responsible for Kaori and Colleen’s full conversions to meat!”

“Stop being a smart ass, Wanda!” Janet replied peevishly and stuck her tongue out at the buxom Avenger. “If Hank can pretend to be offended, so can I. What do you think, Dinah?”

“I think the boys are having fun,” Dinah Lance chirped with an impish grin on her face, “and so are those girls. Damn, I wish I was the one locked atop that Jessica getting my pussy pummeled by Ollie, Janet. Tell the truth! Isn’t watching the boys fuck those waitresses making you all horny, girls?”

“Surely, friend Dinah,” Diana admitted with a sheepish grin on her face, “though I would never willingly allow myself to be strapped to yon machine. Had it been a thousand years since my last climax, I would not wish to be entertaining friends Oliver and Hank in such a manner.”

“Why not, Diana?” Dinah asked with disbelief on her face as she stared through the gap in the crowd around the two Jessica machines. “Can’t you hear the wanton gasps, and sighs, and moans coming from those foxy waitresses? They’re in seventh heaven! The fact that they have an audience isn’t bugging you, is it? I never took you to be the shy type, Princess!”

“Sweetie, Diana isn’t concerned about the watching crowd,” Sue Richards interjected softly with a wry grin on her face. “Well, at least that isn’t her main reason for not wanting to be in those sows’ positions. You seem to have forgotten that, once those girls have had their wombs seeded, they’re going to have sharply pointed spears slowly pushed past their vulvas and into their vaginas, and that the spit tips won’t stop there! Watching this may make me wet, Dinah, but it doesn’t make me envious.” The table laughed as the Black Canary suddenly looked like she had swallowed her namesake.

Oliver Queen grinned as he stared over Colleen’s back to watch Kaori pant and moan as Hank rhythmically fornicated with her. The redhead before him was also panting and moaning in pleasure as he humped his massive manhood into her. He was surprised that he hadn’t already managed to force climax on her. It was almost as if, despite the two girls…no…sows…claims, they were fighting off the climaxes that would mean the beginning of their executions…no…conversions to meat. It wasn’t murder he was trying so hard to force on Colleen, he told himself, it was the lawful processing of livestock to much needed food.

Hank Pym was also thinking about the situation he was in. Despite the fact that Kaori’s tight vagina was milking his penis as he had intercourse with her, he was having trouble concentrating on achieving his own orgasm. He was all too aware of how many eyes were on him, and far from comfortable with the idea that, when he was ready to ejaculate, he would have to turn on the machine that would begin the termination of a beautiful young girl’s life. He frowned and fucked harder into Kaori’s tight sex. There was no going back for either of them. Kaori had offered up the meat cut she carried between her legs for sale, and Hank had paid for it. Its harvesting was inevitable!

Oliver felt Colleen tense and heard her moan of pleasure abruptly end as she suddenly held her breath. He buried his massive penis to the hilt in her vagina, and loudly implored, “Climax for me, Sow! Climax, and then I’ll baste the fillet that will soon be decorating my dinner plate!”

Together, Hank and Kaori watched Colleen’s mouth open wide and her blue eyes slowly role back on her lovely face, and then heard her begin sighing loudly and unabashedly in ecstasy. Hank began furiously fucking the Japanese girl before him. Kaori gasped and moaned as she felt her own orgasm building, and then she froze. She hung for what seemed to be an eternity at the edge of orgasm, and then her own sighs joined Colleen’s in singing the song of sexual satiation. She blushed badly as the crowd around her chuckled. “Good girl, Kaori!” Hank called out from behind her as he pummeled his manhood into her spasmodic sex. “I knew you could reach one last climax…and so can I!”

Hank Pym concentrated on the pleasure the contractions around his manhood were giving him as Kaori bucked in orgasm in the tight embrace of Jessica. He felt his manhood swell as his testicles began to issue a familiar glow. He was going to be able to get off despite the strange surroundings and situation he found himself in. He looked up from his bucking partner in sex to find Oliver staring at him expectantly. Hank frowned and then nodded as he hissed, “Okay…I’m ready.”

Okay, on three then,” Oliver replied calmly as he continued to fornicate with the bucking and sighing redhead before him while the lovely Japanese girl on the other Jessica did the same, before turning his attention to the spit impeller behind him. “One…two…THREE!” Oliver Queen, the 21^st Century’s Green Arrow, quickly pressed the activation symbol on the Autopole 5000’s touchpad, and heard a slapping sound come simultaneously from behind Hank Pym. The Green Arrow watched the spit behind him slowly begin to move forward as faint clicking and whirring sounds began being issued from the Autopole 5000. Fainter sounds could be heard coming from behind Hank as Oliver returned his attention to Colleen, whose climax seemed to be still going strong. The emerald archer resumed fucking the doomed girl in earnest. It was time to ejaculate into her and thus baste her treasured meat cut!

Hank Pym also heard the faint clicking and whirring sounds coming from the spit impellers and watched with a silly grin on his face as the sharp spit tip behind him began to creep forward. He heard Kaori’s sighs rise in volume and her orgasm-induced bucking increase in intensity as the lovely Japanese girl realized what was happening behind her. ‘Four inches per minute,’ screamed through Hank Pym’s mind as he remembered Cheryl’s words, and began humping into Kaori’s vagina with renewed fervor. ‘Oh CRAP! I’m less than a minute from getting my scrotum skewered!’ “OHHhhh YEAH!” the master of all sizes gasped loudly as he spurted semen into the hot vagina milking his manhood. “Milk me dry, you Japanese hottie!”

“Yes, Mr. Pym, YES!” Kaori gasped in the midst of orgasmic delight. “Seed my uterus for the first time since I left high school. Thank you for your warm bath before I get my final cold-steel fuck. We are doing it, Colleen! We are riding Jessicas on our way to doing horizontal pole dances over hot coals. We will be live roasters, as all Grade A’s should be fortunate to be.”

Oliver Queen chuckled as he watched Colleen attempt to nod despite her neck restraint. He could tell she was grinning even from behind her. “That’s right, my Irish shish kebab, you’re about to get skewered!” the Green Arrow teased as he rammed his manhood into the redhead’s pulsing vagina as she signed in orgasm. Oliver had done it! He had sealed a girl’s fate! He was making her meat…meat he was going to eat…he was going to eat Colleen’s fillet…her roasted PUSSY! The Green Arrow groaned loudly as he felt his testicles tighten as his penis swelled, and then he moaned with pleasure as he sent semen spraying into the depths of the redhead’s vagina.

Colleen let out a long shrill gasp as she felt her uterus get flooded with hot sticky fluid, and watched Hank Pym lean forward and rest his weight on the still bucking Kaori while he waited for the final spurts of semen from his jerking penis to subside. “Thank you, Mr. Queen,” Colleen hissed softly, “for letting me have a final climax before I become meat. While I don’t think I am quite so eager as Kaori to feel the glow of the coals below me, I feel privileged to accept my conversion as part of my work, and to be able to send my pension to my father knowing he will use it to pay a dowry to get my sister papered. Thank you, Sir!”

“You are most welcome, sow,” the Green Arrow replied softly as he enjoyed the warm afterglow of ejaculation. “I hope your sister does get her marriage proposal because of my purchasing your fillet…because I know that fillet is going to taste scrumptious! OH! Heads up, Hank! It’s time to shift orifices…and mind scrotums as we do.” Oliver stared backwards as he pulled out of Colleen, causing the redhead to moan with disappointment, and then stood on the balls of his feet as he cupped his testicles in his right hand and lifted while he waited for the spit tip to pass under him.

“Wha…OH CRAP!” Hank Pym spat as he quickly straightened up before following Oliver’s lead. He waited until he was sure the tip of the spit was past his scrotum before he pulled his hand away and used it to position the glans of his penis against Kaori’s sphincter. “Oh, THAT’S just weird!” Hank exclaimed as he realized his testicle sack was resting on the moving spit shaft. Then the Avenger sternly warned, “Concentrate on loosening your muscle back here, Ka…sow! I need to get ready to share your pain…but would rather not cause any myself.” Hank watched Kaori freeze, and then attempt to nod, and pushed the head of his manhood against the tiny rosebud. There was resistance at first as Kaori moaned in discomfort, and then the little ring slowly grew wider until the glans of the blue-eyed hero’s penis suddenly popped through her back door. Hank Pym moaned as he slowly pushed his penis into the depths of the beautiful Japanese girl’s anus.

“Hank’s in!” Janet Van Dyne spat with obvious excitement as she bounced on her chair. “He’s filled Kaori’s anus with that thick hunk of man meat he carries between his legs. Good HECK! That has to really blow!”

“As you now know all too well for yourself, Janet,” Wanda Maximoff teased with an ear-to-ear grin on her face. “A fact, I wager, you’ll continue to be reminded of in the future. The next time Hank wants anal sex as a concession before giving us something we want or need, he’s going to get it from you, not me, and then next time part of that concession is a ménage a trois, I’ll be wearing the strap-on and not you!”

“Well, if you think having Hank fill your anus really blows, Avengers,” Dinah giggled jovially as she pointed out to her boyfriend, “you ought to give Ollie’s huge dong a try. He’s shoving the tip of his big dick against Colleen’s back door now!”

“Great Hera!” Diana exclaimed with fascination on her face. “Friend Oliver will split yon waitress like a log!”

“It’s going in!” Sue announced with a quivering voice as the glans of Oliver Queen’s massive manhood disappeared from view. “Listen to that poor dear girl gasp in agony!”

“Hush, sow!” the Oliver Queen commanded sternly as he continued easing his hips forward. “My glans is past your sphincter, so the worst is behind you…at least when it comes to anal entry. If I were you, I wouldn’t worry about the cock that will slowly continue to fill your anus. I suggest you concentrate on your pussy lips. They’ll begin to be parted by cold steel any second now!” The Green Arrow chuckled as Colleen’s gasps and sobs abruptly ended and her body froze save for an ever present shivering as she attempted to detect the first touch of doom.

Hank Pym slowly slid his manhood outward before pushing it slightly faster into the depths of a moaning Kaori’s anus. Hank had really enjoyed taking Wanda anally the previous two nights, and was quite certain he would be able to talk Janet into giving him anal sex on a fairly regular basis now that her anal virginity had been stripped from her. Kaori’s tightness and his musings about a more adventuress sex life with his wife had brought Hank back to the brink of orgasm. He almost spewed again when he felt Kaori tense and heard her exclaim, “I feel…cold steel…touching my labia…OOOOHhhhuuuHHAH!” The pretty Japanese girl had plunged back into climax as she felt new entry into her love canal begin.

“OH!” Colleen exclaimed over Kaori’s sighs. “I feel it too! ICE-HOT! Push…all the way…in…Mr. Queen! I want you to…share my pain…as I’m made…meat!”

As Oliver followed the sow’s request, the redhead plunged back into climax, sighing and gasping in sexual ecstasy. Once buried to the hilt in her anus, the Green Arrow leaned his weight on the Grade A redhead, and reached around her body to cup and massage Colleen’s perfect dangling D-cups. “Hank,” Oliver asked dryly as something suddenly came to mind, “didn’t that Carlson fellow say something about forgetting to debreast that girl, Aneece, before he sent her out to the patio to live roast? When are we supposed to do that?” Oliver chuckled as horror joined ecstasy on Kaori’s face.

“I think I heard him say the chefs prefer preparing the breasts separately, Ollie,” Hank replied as he grinned his trademark silly grin while he noted the concern on Colleen’s face and felt the added tenseness in Kaori’s body. “Or maybe Janet told me that. However, Janet also told me about some injector system that fills the breasts of the live roasters with cooking oil and herbs. It makes the breasts swell a cup size, and you can hear the fluid in the live roaster’s ta tas bubble and boil as she roasts.”

Hank leaned forward and began tweaking Kaori’s nipples and kneading her dangling breasts before musing, “I suppose you can debreast your sow after she is spitted but before she is sent out to the patio, seeing as it is a little late to do so beforehand. The spit tips are already in the sows’ vaginas. Me, I think I’ll treat my sow’s nipples to the breast injectors. I want to see her ta tas flop around as she gets turned over the coals, and listen to the bubbling and boiling sound as her breasts roast.”

“Okay, we’ll give the breast injectors a try, Hank,” Oliver agreed thoughtfully as he pinched and twisted Colleen’s turgid nipples until a hint of pain joined the pleasure in her sighs and moans. “I can always debreast some other sow later tonight if I want.” The Green Arrow chuckled at the relief on Kaori’s face and the tension that left Colleen’s body. Oliver straightened back up and concentrated on the feel of the spit shaft sliding under the bottom of his scrotum. He imagined Colleen could fell a similar sensation emanating from her parted inner labia. The 41^st Century sows were accepting their slow executions with unbelievable decorum…if you could ignore the fact that they were in a constant state of climax!

“This is the part I always find unnerving,” Sue Richards observed with a frown on her face as she stared out at the two heroes with their penises buried in the anuses of tightly bound beautiful girls. “I know that Wanda claims having a spit buried in their vagina brings an overwhelming sensation of having intercourse to the sows as they are spitted, but climaxing as you are about to slowly and painfully die seems…well, WRONG!”

“What do you mean…claims, Sue?” Wanda asked tersely as she sensed her honesty was being challenged. “Didn’t you climax when you woke up with a spit being shoved up your vagina on our first visit to Final Fantasy?”

“That was different,” Sue protested with a red face, “I had just been hanged…nearly to death…and you and Janet both have repeatedly told me that you usually climax at the end of a rope….”

“Yep, right when you feel certain you’re about to die, or just as you know for certain you’re about to be let down from the rope,” Janet agreed with a giggle as she bounced on her chair. “Never fails! You can’t question Wanda’s claim, Sue. The sows have climaxed upon entry every time we’ve seen one get spitted, haven’t they? Wanda is the only one who can speculate on why that happens. She’s the only girl I know who’s been spitted and lived to tell about it!”

“When did this happen, friend Wanda?” Princess Diana of Themyscira asked with disbelief on her face. “It seems somewhat unlikely!”

“Yes, Diana,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a nervous giggle, “but it did happen…not long after Kang the Conqueror kidnapped me into this century…when he ruled it…and right before he visited me in the kitchen as I was being roasted alive for some celebration he was holding. He had a muscular blonde guy, who Oliver reminds me a lot of, fetch me from my cell, take me to a nearly empty preparation room, strap me into one of those Jessica 5000s, fuck me silly, and impale me from lips to lips. I climaxed harder for the spit than I did for the penis…that fun ended when I felt the sharp spit tip pushed through my cervix. I don’t recommend impalement…not even for the forced climaxes that Sue finds so unnerving!”

“Well, perhaps Sue should just ask them to shove the spit up her anus when her turn comes?” Dinah chirped softly with a mischievous grin on her face. “No sensation of intercourse, so maybe no unnerving climax! What, the heck, Wanda, I was only joking?” Wanda had the strangest look on her face.

“Nothing…never mind!” Wanda sputtered as the sudden vision of the future faded and she glanced from Dinah, to Sue, and, finally, to Bill Jennings, out near the Game room door. Sue must never know the price she would pay if Wanda and her friends’ failed in their attempt to make this a better world for womankind!

Hank Pym frowned as he heard Kaori gasp with surprise in mid sigh of climax, and felt her sphincter clamp down hard around the base of his penis. The beautiful Japanese girl, who had spent most of the evening serving as his table’s ever pleasant waitress, issued a low mournful moan, and Hank knew the sharp tip of the spit he himself had activated had reached her cervix. From the way the sow’s sphincter was strangling the base of his penis, and her fluttering anus was massaging his shaft and glans, Hank guessed the spit tip had missed the tiny passage in the organ that allowed exchange of sperm and menstrual fluid between the vagina and the uterus. Kaori’s impalement had begun!

Oliver Queen chuckled as he saw the mixture of guilt and nausea flood across the Avenger’s face. Colleen was also gasping as she tried to cope with the pain now coming from the depths of her love canal as the spit tip sliding into her sought to push into her uterus through her cervical wall. That the sow’s climax had abruptly ended concerned him not at all. The Green Arrow was going to enjoy sharing the sordid pain that was causing the muscles in the redhead’s behind to clench and spasm.

The bearded blonde Justice Leaguer didn’t believe he was being coldhearted; he seen his attitude as pragmatic. Oliver had painfully paid for the waitress’s fillet at the start of the evening, when he had allowed himself to be unmanned for the girls’ entertainment. That execution necessarily preceded the harvesting of the treasured meat cut was irrelevant—the sow was 41^st Century livestock. One didn’t concern themselves with the cow or pig as it was being butchered or the chicken as it had its neck wrung, although Oliver did have to admit that being able to have sex with the sow was a pleasant bonus. The Green Arrow had enjoyed seeding the sow’s virginal vagina as he tenderized her soon-to-be-his fillet; that the redheaded sow’s squeezing sphincter and twitching and fluttering anus would soon bring him to a second ejaculation was just ice cream on the cake. Oliver Queen chuckled softly as laughter filled his green eyes.

Hank Pym looked up from Kaori’s shivering body to take in the jubilant joy on his new-found friend’s face. The Avenger wished he could be more like Oliver Queen—to be both confident and practical to the point of seeming to be cold and uncaring. Confidence had never been his strongpoint—not even when thirty foot tall. Perhaps that was why he had tried so many superhero identities without ever finding one that truly fit.

“Meat on sticks getting our final cold steel fucks,” Kaori moaned softly as she stared into Colleen’s agony ridden countenance. “That is what we are, Colleen. Soon the spit tip will push through the roof of our uterus and enter our bowels. Then the pain will lesson, and we can look forward to the warm glow of coals underneath us. Our families will be very proud of us. We will enter the worldwide food chain as Grade A live roasters! Don’t you wish your sister could be here to see you?”

Hank watched Colleen force a smile on her face and attempt to nod. The girls were facing their ongoing murders with unbelievable calmness. He was having more trouble dealing with his role as murderer—a role that rather reduced the eroticism of the moment despite the fluttering anus that surrounded his manhood. If Hank was to achieve another ejaculation, he would likely have to begin actively sodomizing Kaori. Suddenly, the Japanese sow’s anus began convulsing and violently milking his manhood.

Oliver Queen laughed and grinned as he watched the look of surprise replace the morose, introspective look on Hank Pym’s face, and felt the sudden clamp of Colleen’s sphincter around the base of his rock-hard erection accompanied by renewed fluttering and twitching of her anus around his manhood. Evidently, the spit tips had reached the roofs of the sows’ uteruses as Kaori had predicted. The Green Arrow loved the wild ride his sow was giving him as she was slowly impaled by the insidious 41^st Century spitting machine!

Hank Pym moaned softly as he rode out Kaori’s response to the renewed agony. The spasmodic clenches of the Japanese girl’s sphincter and her fluttering anus had helped Hank regain full erection. When the tiny muscle’s choking around the base of his manhood finally lessoned, Hank knew the spit tip had penetrated Kaori’s uterus and entered her lower intestines. He knew the pain being heaped upon the Japanese beauty should be more manageable for a while. He had been told several times how smart the Jessica machines were—that they contained sensors and guidance systems designed to make sure that the spit tip punctured as few organs and arteries as possible as it ran through the sow’s body. The impalement machines were designed to assure its victim would live to roast alive over the hot coals. Hank shook his head as he realized how much science and engineering had gone into the Jessica machines.

Hank frowned as he looked around him. The crowd was watching the ongoing impalements with excitement on their faces, and Oliver seemed to be enjoying the way Colleen’s anus was milking his massive manhood as he kept it lodged to the hilt within the redhead. There was agony in Colleen’s blue eyes and resignation on her face; he assumed Oliver could see the same emotions on Kaori’s face, perhaps with a touch of self satisfaction. The Avenger still found the situation somewhat less erotic than he’d hoped. Not wanting his erection to once again begin to subside, he began slowly humping his manhood in and out of Kaori’s anus, eliciting a low groan from her.

“Well that’s just rude!” Janet Van Dyne grumbled softly as she watched her husband sodomize the tightly restrained Japanese girl. “It isn’t enough to simply share Kaori’s pain as he impales her. Hank has to have anal sex with her while he’s executing her!”

“Mayhap you judge thy husband a bit too harshly, friend Janet,” Diana observed solemnly with impatience on her face. “I have seen little to indicate friend Hank finds joyous satisfaction in his role as executioner. Indeed, I believe I have witnessed more than a little discomfort and regret on his face. Mayhap, knowing others expect him to seed yon Oriental girl’s anus, he seeks to be done with it so that he can put an end to the so-called sharing of pain. What think thee, friend Dinah?” Diana took a long pull from her Lactic Blaster.

“Well, Hank sure as hell isn’t having as much fun out there as Ollie is,” Dinah Lance admitted soberly as she stared wide-eyed out at the Jessica machines. “Do me a favor, girls. DON’T offer my guy a return trip to male utopia! Not even if he offers to let you make pickle chips out of his pecker with one of those electric meat slicers. Promise?”

“Yes, Dinah,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly with a frown on her face, “we promise. I’m not sure we should ever bring male friends with us again. This is a strange society, with many temptations…especially for males. You, Dinah, must promise me to remember rule number three. Leave what has happened here tonight…here. Otherwise, Oliver will never again be able to be the man he was before tonight…with you at least. Remember, Oliver has done nothing wrong by the standards of this society. Do you promise?”

Janet watched as Dinah slowly nodded, before chortling, “I don’t know, Wanda. I mean watching that big hunk of man meat carved into pickle chips…just kidding…just kidding! About Oliver at least! Any other guys with foot-long hot dogs, all bets are off!”

“And you know she’s not kidding this time, Wanda,” Sue Richards giggled softly as she stared at the only other breasted girl at the table. “You know your teammate is incorrigible that way. Still, Janet, I side with Wanda on the no males rule…unless we can come up with a rule number four that can cover the unforeseen contingencies that have made tonight more of a rollercoaster ride than we had planned for.”

Oliver Queen watched as Hank Pym slowly fucked his manhood in and out of Kaori’s ass. He guessed from the mixture of guilt and frustration on the Avenger’s face that Hank was wishing to be someplace else and was having trouble maintaining his erection because of it. For Oliver on the other hand, the feel of Colleen’s fluttering and twitching anus around his member, although those sensations had significantly subsided since the spit tip had entered the redhead’s torso, were more than enough to keep him on the edge of ejaculation. He was making the 41^st Century beauty queen meat! He was in the process of harvesting her fillet…her pussy…which he would soon eat after watching the lovely redhead roast alive over an open barbecue pit. The Justice Leaguer felt greatly empowered by his control over the sow’s fate.

Both Kaori and Colleen began moaning again, and the resignation on Colleen’s face faded as concern filled her blue eyes. Hank Pym guessed the spit tips had reached the two sows’ chest cavities, and that both were concerned that a lung or major artery might get nicked—not because they might bleed to death—they were concerned their horizontal pole dances over hot coals might be foreshortened. Hank humped harder into Kaori’s anus. He wanted to be off the girl! He was tired of being reminded of the pain he himself had caused, and the loss of a beautiful girl’s life that would be the ultimate result of his having paid for dinner.

Suddenly, Hank heard a series of clicking sounds, and looked down to see that compartments had opened up on each side of the Jessica’s box-like housing, and that a pair of vertical transparent cylinders with flexible tubes attached to their bases were being pushed out under Kaori’s breasts. The Avenger noted the yellowish liquid beginning to fill the cylinders just before he saw the sharp injection needles slowly rising from the tops of the cylinders. He moaned softly and spewed semen into the depths of the Japanese sow’s anus as he realized he was looking at the breast injectors.

Kaori gasped as she felt warm sticky fluid fill her anus, and groaned softly as she felt the tall muscular man withdraw his large penis from her anus. She moaned and returned to concentrating on the sharp spit point slowly traversing through her chest cavity. She didn’t want to suffer Jamie’s fate and have her twisting and squirming over hot coals cut short by unfortunate damage to an organ or an artery. A girl only got one chance to enjoy performing a horizontal pole dance! The Japanese beauty smiled and winked at Colleen as telescoping needles approached each sow’s turgid nipples, and Hank Pym suddenly knelt before her. Kaori giggled as she felt the blonde male before her grasp her breast tips, one in each hand. Obviously, the muscular male was going to adjust the position of her swaying orbs so that the injector needles entered the center of each downturned nipple.

“Is that necessary, Hank?” Oliver asked softly as he stared at the top of the Avenger’s downturned head and then glanced down to the sharp needles approaching Colleen’s swollen, dangling teats.

“I don’t think so, Ollie,” Hank Pym admitted softly as he stared at the slowly rising needles. “I think the injectors have guidance systems and would have found Kaori’s nipples without my help. I just want to see her breasts swell as they are filled with the cooking oil and herbs up close.” Hank grinned up into Kaori’s face as the needles reached and began entering her nipples, and chuckled as the lovely Japanese girl yelped in surprise when she felt the pricks on her breast tips.

“Good,” Oliver replied before grunting in pleasure as Colleen issued a raspy gasp of surprise and pain as the twin needles began entering her own breast tips and her anus responded to the new sensation, “because I don’t want to dump my load until this sow begins the realize her ride on Jessica is about to end. I figure that realization ought to set in when the spit tip begins to enter her neck and her air passage begins to be restricted.” The Green Arrow chuckled as his words, and the sensation of the narrower sharpened rods being pushed into her breast flesh, joining the sensation of the spit tip rising in the redhead’s chest, caused her anus to resume milking his member as her sphincter clamped down hard around its base.

“Slapped!” Janet Van Dyne hollered as she bounced on her chair staring first at the debreasting portals and then at the twin Jessica machines. “Another set of breast balloons are about to get slowly POPPED!”

“What, Janet?” Wanda asked with a mixture of confusion and amazement filling her face as she twisted her head to look at the debreasting portals. “You mean you are actually watching the ongoing debreasting booth games while your husband spits Kaori?”

“Hey, I learned how to multitask a long time ago, Wanda,” Janet chortled gleefully. “Oh, it’s the laser beam slicers from the top and bottom on medium slow. It’s going to be close but I think those D-cups will run out of air just before the spit tips wedge those waitresses’ teeth apart. Those puppies on death row could have been yours, Sue, if you’d fallen for Wanda’s suggestion that this might be the time for a safe booth stint. I don’t think D-cups are ever safe when protruding from debreasting portals. The bacon hunters seem to favor sandwiches made from big bacon lumps!”

“Wanda wasn’t trying to trick me into getting myself debreasted, and you know it, Janet,” Sue spat back with a grin on her face. “It IS a relatively safe time to do a debreasting booth stint. I think the sows in the other four debreasting booths are going to leave as breasted girls. I didn’t chance it because I DO know my D-cups are never safe when I stick them through debreasting portals. That won’t save you from doing a strip tease for the Fantastic Four after I take these big bacon lumps back home with me, Janet!”

“What, Sue?” Janet Van Dyne asked with a wicked grin on her face. “Do you mean to tell me you’re actually watching the ongoing debreasting while my husband his turning Kaori’s C-cups into D-cups?”

“These east coast girls are as crazy as loons, Diana!” Dinah proclaimed with a chuckle as she shook her head in amazement.

“Indeed, friend Dinah,” Princess Diana of Themyscira replied while nodding slowly, “these three have seemingly spent much time in the company of Dionysus! Truly mad Bacchae are they!” The table laughed as Diana drank deeply of fermented human milk.

Hank Pym’s face was filled with his patented silly grin as he watched Kaori’s breasts slowly swell as they were filled with a mixture of herbs and cooking oil. For Kaori’s part, her pain-filled gasps had subsided, and she had been issuing a long low moan as her body shivered in response to its ongoing impalement. Then the master-of-all-sizes saw the transparent syringe cylinders empty of liquid and noted the long needles had begun to withdraw from the depths of the Japanese sow’s breasts. Surprise filled Hank’s blue eyes as panic suddenly joined the pain filling Kaori’s face, and she began issuing short sounds that were mixtures of gasps and gags.

Oliver groaned loudly as he heard the same sounds coming from Colleen’s throat, and felt her anus begin to violently flutter around his massive manhood as her sphincter suddenly begin wringing the base of his member. Oliver Queen knew the spit tips had reached the bases of the sows’ necks and were beginning to enter their lower esophagi. The Green Arrow had bagged his game and was about to claim its most prized meat cut for his dinner plate! Oliver came hard and filled the gasping redhead with copious quantities of semen, as he roared, “YES!”

Hank couldn’t help but turn and watch the jubilant Justice Leaguer in the final throes of ejaculation as the breast injectors were pulled back into their compartments within the Jessica’s box-like housing. Then his bearded friend with gleaming green eyes abruptly pulled his penis out of Colleen’s anus with a soft POP, and stepped around to stand in front of her. As Ollie held the head of his monster penis before Colleen’s face, he commanded, “Open up, SOW! I don’t have much of a meal for you, but you can at least suck me clean, and perhaps deep-throat me once or twice.”

Hank shrugged his shoulders, stood, and held his less than stiff member before Kaori’s face. Without being told, the Japanese sow opened her mouth and accepted the offered manhood. Soon, both sows were sucking loudly as two men moaned in pleasure.

Oliver Queen pushed his monster phallus into Colleen’s sucking mouth and grinned as she let his glans slide down her throat until a new type of gag joined those being caused by the sharp spit rising in her lower esophagus. He pulled back, waited for the redhead to clean his penis shaft some more with her tongue, and entered her throat again. Oliver issued a short gasp and quickly pulled his giant manhood out of Colleen’s mouth, as he proclaimed, “I touched the spit tip with the head of my cock, Hank. Just barely, thank God, so I didn’t get my prick pricked, but I did feel it. These sows’ cold-steel fucks are nearly at an end, and they’re about to end their days as meat on a stick. Their dreams are about to come true, Hank old buddy, and their fillets are soon going to fill our dinner plates!”

Hank Pym eased his penis out of Kaori’s mouth and retook his knees. “Open up, Kaori, I want to see if Ollie’s right,” Hank urged softly as he stared into the Japanese girl’s almond eyes. “Then I’ll help you keep your head aligned so that the spit will exit between those lovely teeth of yours and not damage your pretty face. He watched Kaori smile before opening wide. “I don’t see…no wait…I see it…it’s just now entering the back of her mouth. Ollie, we’re supposed to help make sure this last part goes well.”

“Yeah, Hank, I heard…and see as well,” Oliver replied dryly as he stared into Colleen’s open mouth. “I’ll do my part, just as the kitchen crew evidently intend on doing theirs.” The emerald archer watched as the butcher and chef arrived, each carrying a large cylinder, labeled ‘stuffing’, with a long flexible rubber tube attached to it; the tube was tipped with a metal nozzle just over one-half inch in diameter. The butcher, Candace, a 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, placed her container on the floor behind Colleen. Ruth, the head chef, a plump small-breasted redhead wearing Final Fantasy shorts and a hairnet, set her container on the floor behind Kaori.

“Just another few seconds, Kaori,” Hank whispered as he steadied the Japanese girl’s head with his hands as he watched her mouth getting wedged wider and wider open. “Here it comes, the spit tip has nearly reached the back of your teeth. Soon we’ll be able to relax and get you out over those warm coals you’ve dreamed about for so long.” Hank smiled as the spit tip, streaked with red, continued to progress outward, and finally he stood as it was past the pretty Japanese girl’s lips. As the seconds passed, Kaori’s mouth was forced wider and wider, until finally the moaning girl stared cross-eyed at the blood streaked skewer before her.

Oliver had also watched as the spit tip wedged open Colleen’s mouth, and watched as she stared cross-eyed at it with agony in her blue eyes. He chuckled as the spit continued to move forward, and the redhead stared at a greater length of bloody spear. Soon, the rod between Colleen’s teeth was at full circumference, yet the impalement continued until the two girls were centered on their respective six-foot-long spitting poles.

Oliver Queen watched with obvious fascination as a compartment atop the box-like housing slid open and short vertical serrated blade rose into view and slid down a bracket past the raised portion of the Jessica’s box-like housing. There was a loud double click, followed by yelps and long drown out gasps from Colleen and Kaori as the Green Arrow watched the blade snap up into the redhead’s belly just above her pubic mound and then was quickly pulled up her torso to her sternum. Horror and agony filled Colleen’s face as her belly was slit open as the auto-gutter did its work, and the redhead felt her insides pushing downward, trying to escape her abdominal cavity. Oliver glanced back to Hank, who looked like he was about to puke as he stared at the bulging opening in Kaori’s belly, and then back to Colleen’s belly. Evidently, gravity wasn’t enough to make the evisceration happen.

Oliver watched as Candace stepped beside Colleen, pulled open the sides of her belly, and with a wet whoosh, her intestines and other organs dropped down the wall-side chute to disappear into a waste chamber. Candace spent a few long seconds pulling loose bits out of the sow’s cavity before stepping over to Kaori while Ruth activated Colleen’s Jessica’s auto-stitcher. The serrated blade flipped back into horizontal position, and the blade holder bracket was drawn back down the redhead’s body towards the rear of the Jessica as tiny needles and clamps move at dizzying speeds to sew up the long wound. Meanwhile, Oliver heard a whoosh as Candace eviscerated Kaori, followed by a male gagging, as the gutter and stitcher bracket disappeared into Colleen’s Jessica’s box-like housing.

Oliver hoped Hank had managed not to lose his lunch as he watched Ruth pick up the nozzle at the end of the hose leading to the cylinder labeled ‘stuffing’, and insert it into Colleen’s anus. The chubby chef flipped a switch on the cylinder, activating the self-contained pump, and began injecting stuffing into Colleen’s abdominal cavity. Oliver watched as Colleen’s hollow, flaccid looking belly began to firm, and Ruth headed towards Kaori’s rear end. He suddenly realized that the stuffing containers contained premeasured amounts of the breading mixture. These folks really had barbecuing girl meat perfected!

“Get the pit crews out here with anal stabilizers,” Candace barked to no one in particular as Ruth turned Kaori’s stuffing pump on. “They need to get these sows’ ankles tied to the poles and get them out over the coals. What’s the matter with them lunkheads? Don’t they know we got Grade A ex-waitresses out here? Don’t worry, meat! We’ll have you both out there doing horizontal pole dances over hot coals in no time at all.”

Oliver stepped over and put his hand on a quivering Hank Pym’s shoulder as he watched four girls, two carrying short spikes and attached brackets, rush into the nightclub from the patio as the stuffing nozzles were pulled from Kaori and Colleen’s anuses. Soon the nozzles were replaced with the anal stabilizers, and the two sows-cum-meat’s feet had been tied to the spits. “Come on, Hank old buddy,” Oliver urged softly as he watched the spits and attached live roasters get lifted off of the Jessica machines, “let’s go watch our shish kebabs get put over the barbecue pits. It would be rude not to take in the horizontal pole dance Kaori seemed to be looking forward to performing.”

Hank Pym nodded and followed Oliver Queen towards the patio door. He noticed that a good portion of the crowd that had surrounded the twin Jessica machines was following as well. He glanced back to Bill Jennings and Cheryl, and noted that they were watching Oliver and himself with obvious interest. Was it Bill’s fascination with 21^st Century superheroes, or something else? He glanced over to his table, and could see all of the girls were following their progress across the large room. He smile sheepishly at Janet, and then the door closed behind him.

Chapter 37. The Favor

“Well, did you girls enjoy your tenderloins and the accompanying trimmings?” Bill Jennings asked with a chuckle as he retook his seat at the principal, and now only, reserved table.

“It was the best damned barbecued pork I ever tasted, Mr. Jennings,” Dinah chirped back with an impish grin on her face. “Is it true that fillets are even more scrumptious?”

“It seems most people believe so, Dinah,” Bill replied with laughter in his eyes, “but personally I disagree. I think folks favor fillets because they represent something that was precious to the sow it came from…when she was still a girl. Just don’t tell Coach Taft I said that. He really enjoyed Zatanna’s fillet! Now, Dinah, its barbecued MEAT…there is only one variety of livestock to choose from here…and if you don’t start calling me BILL, I’m going to put YOU on the menu.”

“The tenderloin was terrific, Bill,” Janet interjected as Dinah opened her mouth to reply, “but I’m still going to go for a fillet when you take us to La Parisian Mademoiselle for your daughter Susie’s birthday celebration. I look forward to meeting your girl. I’m sure she is as lovely and personable as Marge was.”

“Compliments to thy chef, friend Bill,” Diana cut in just in time to interrupt Dinah’s second attempt to respond to the stocky male’s threat, “for my meal was most delicious as well. While I will miss the friend and teammate who provided the delicacy, I’m sure Zatanna herself would take more than a little credit for the masterful outcome. Mayhap friend Dinah is about to argue the point with us, and put herself on the menu so that we can sample HER meat.” The table laughed as Dinah Lance’s eyes grew to saucers and she gulped loudly.

“In all due time, Miss Prince, I’m sure my boss hopes to see each and every one of you on the Final Fantasy menu,” Cheryl declared pleasantly over the sound of the laughter as she returned from a quick visit to the kitchen. “Making girls meat is what men do, and making profit from making girls meat while they enjoy our venue is why Final Fantasy is in business. Now, speaking of business, may I introduce your new waitress, Libby.” Cheryl held her hand out to the girl beside her dressed only in tight black shorts with the label ‘Final Fantasy’ on the back, one word across each firm cheek.

“It’s good to meet you, Libby,” Wanda replied as calmly and pleasantly as she could manage as she stared up at the shapely athletic girl before her who sported gleaming hazel eyes, long light-brown hair, and massive perfect-shaped double D cups tipped with silver-dollar-sized brownish-pink aereolae centered with thick, turgid nipples. “I’m Wanda, and this is Sue, Diana, Janet, and Dinah,” the buxom auburn-haired Avenger continued as she nodded to each of her tablemates in turn, “and, of course, the gentleman with us is your boss, Bill Jennings, who I assume you’ve already met. Our men, Hank and Oliver, are out on the patio watching their dinner roast, but should be back shortly. Oliver will be the bearded one. I hope we don’t keep you TOO busy on your first night waitressing at Final Fantasy.”

“Thank you Wanda,” Libby replied mirthfully in what sounded like her best bedroom voice as she glanced around the table, “and it is very nice to meet you girls, and to see you again too Mr. Jennings, Sir. I won’t mind being kept busy, as it will help me keep my mind off of the debreasting booths. Unless the customers manage to keep the Game room busy during my potential menu-item shift later tonight…well…this is likely to be my first and only night as a Final Fantasy waitress. Are you and Wanda bacon hunters, Miss Sue?”

“Sometimes, Libby,” Sue replied softly with a friendly smile on her face, “but probably not tonight…for me at least. Unless one of our men takes a fancy to popping those big breast balloons you put up for grabs by signing on as a Final Fantasy waitress, I think you’ll be safe with our table. However, there are lots of tables….”

“What Sue is trying to say, Libby,” Wanda interjected with a giggle, “is that we hope you have a long career here at Final Fantasy, and we hope you might be our waitress the next time we or our twin sisters stop in.”

“Thank you, Miss Sue and Miss Wanda,” Libby replied while chuckling with a sultry smile on her fine-featured face as she began gathering empty plates, “it would be ice-hot to make it through a week before earning a pension from Mr. Jennings. However, we have a pool going in the kitchen, and most everyone is betting that I get my bacon poached tonight. If someone picks the exact time I get ordered into the Game room, they get to select my debreasting method. Isn’t that soooo ice-hot?”

“If you don’t get busy clearing those plates and utensils, Libby, Mr. Jennings is likely to stick you atop a Jessica machine, and it will be your father that enjoys that pension,” Cheryl interjected matter-of-factly with a grin on her face. “I’ll get the empty glasses while you fetch a fresh round of Lactic Blasters for the girls and their men. Go on! I’ll follow you in a minute.”

Cheryl grinned as the stunning brunette rookie hurried away, before turning back to the reserved table and asking, “Do you really hope Libby might be your waitress next time you stop in, Wanda?”

“She might hope, but she doesn’t really believe that will happen,” Janet cut in before Wanda could reply. “Those puppies Libby is trolling through bacon hunter central won’t last long. Hell, when Hank and Oliver get a load of Libby, one of them will probably be hoping to flatten that massive chest! Sorry, Bill! It’s not like you aren’t going to be paying a pension anyhow.”

“We know that, Janet,” Cheryl replied in her friendly professional tone. “Our potential menu-item waitresses are part of the entertainment at this venue, and should expect to risk both their breasts and their fillets from time to time…and to lose one or the other sooner or later. Your men should be returning shortly, and I am interested in seeing how they react to Libby’s assets. If you don’t mind, I will take Zatanna’s chair for much of the evening. First, I’ll have the cook get Miss Dinah’s breast bacon in the deep fryer. I’ll be right back.”

“Yes, do hurry back, Cheryl,” Janet declared with a wicked grin on her face, “and do take Zatanna’s place at the table. It seems only fitting that we should get to know each other better. After all, there is a good chance that you will be joining us as Zatanna’s replacement in the dairy stalls a few weeks from now. We’ll all get milked dry before standing under debreasting pendulum blades, and then be treated, while titless, to a very fine dinner at La Parisian Mademoiselle.” Cheryl grinned and then hurried away as Bill Jennings roared with laughter.

Meanwhile, out on the patio, Oliver was watching Hank closely. A myriad of emotions had run through the Avenger’s face as the two of them had stood between the roasting pits Colleen and Kaori had been placed over. The initial guilt that Hank had exuded had changed to academic interest as he noted the two sows’ gleeful excitement at being put over the coals. They were literally smiling around the thick spit shafts that kept their mouths wedged open. Then, as the spit poles began rotating, and, with the aid of the anal stabilizers, turning the sows’ bodies over the hot coals, the elegant horizontal pole dances had begun.

Yes, the subtle movement of tightly bound bodies was surely a dance despite the limited movement afforded girls who had been run through from vulva to mouth and who had their wrists tied behind their backs and their feet tied to the back of the spit shafts. At first the sows had moaned in pleasure as the heat from the coals bathed their bodies. Despite the pleasure in the moans, the sows had squirmed from the start, pulling on their wrists and straightening their legs each time they faced downward, attempting futilely to pull their breasts and legs upward away from the glowing coals, and then relaxing slightly as they were rotated to face upward.

The audience behind the men, entirely female as far as Oliver could tell, had whispered excitedly as they watched the sweating girls squirm. Gradually, the sweat lessoned, the squirming became writhing, and the moans of pleasure became groans of discomfort as the sows slowly reddened. It was then that guilt began to again creep across Hank’s face. It was then that Oliver noticed the enticing odor of roasting meat. It was then that the audience began to thin.

Now the smell of roasting meat was strong, and the sows’ writhing was weak and moans of pain barely audible. Already the sows were beginning to brown, and Oliver Queen was sure he could hear the mixture of cooking oil and herbs in their breasts sizzle as the liquid boiled. Hank’s visage was filled with loathing as he watched life flee from Kaori and Colleen as they roasted seemingly unaware of the world around them on the now nearly empty patio.

Oliver shrugged his shoulders, before whispering, “What say we rejoin the girls, old buddy? These sows are mostly meat, and the smell they’re making is causing my stomach to rumble. According to Bill, the pit attendants will employ 41^st Century technology to rapidly roast our waitresses to perfection as soon as they stop moving. What say we go tease Dinah as we munch on sandwiches made from her melons, while we wait for our fillets to be delivered to our table?” Oliver watched as a troubled looking Hank Pym nodded silently, and then turned and headed toward Final Fantasy’s entrance.

“Here they come now!” Janet spat excitedly. “They don’t look nearly as jubilant as I expected.”

“That is a good thing, isn’t it, Janet?” Sue asked softly as she followed Janet’s eyes to the approaching men. “It means they have consciences…that terminating those waitresses for their meat felt wrong to them.”

“No, that isn’t a good thing, Susan,” Bill Jennings interjected with a frown on his face. “If a rancher lets his fondness for his livestock get the best of him, he goes broke while causing a meat shortage. Meat prices skyrocket and society suffers. Will you girls ever come to understand that, here and now, you’re just meat? If you can’t get your heads around that reality, you should probably stop coming here.”

“We do understand, Bill!” Wanda replied in a cracking voice. “While we don’t entirely approve of the situation, we understand the whys and wherefores. As we do understand that females in this society are livestock, and as we willingly choose to continue visiting you, it is logical to conclude that we think coming here is important enough to risk our lives…our meat.”

“Golly, Ollie, did you boys have fun or what?” Dinah interrupted as the two 21^st Century heroes prepared to retake their seats. “For a while there, I was actually jealous of Colleen and was wishing I was the one strapped to that Jessica machine!”

“I’m sure you were, sweet cheeks,” Oliver replied with a chuckle, before dryly adding, “and I probably would have enjoyed sharing your pain too…as you were slowly skewered from pussy to mouth. I had a blast and, unlike Wanda evidently, I do entirely approve of the situation.”

“What of thee, friend Hank?” Diana asked softly while frowning at Oliver. “Did thou enjoy sharing Kaori’s pain as thou did when thou shared Zatanna’s? Would thou gladly put another girl on Jessica’s back and prepare her for the coals?”

“Sharing Zatanna’s pain was…different…because I thought that when we got home…that I could fix everything,” Hank Pym stammered with downcast eyes. “Although I did enjoy some of my experience with Kaori…I don’t think…. The next time I order a fillet, I’ll go with stock rather than fresh. Don’t you girls be thinking I’ve gone soft, though! If I hadn’t agreed to Wanda’s rule number one at the start of the evening…I’d be marching her…or Sue…over to the Game room right now. I can’t wait to see another pair or two of round bandages on flat chests…and wish I was the one doing the flattening!”

“Thank God for rule number one, Wanda,” Sue giggled softly with a shy smile on her face, “or we wouldn’t have any chance of getting back home breasted.”

“Yes, Sue, I’m sure that without rule number one, Hank or Oliver…or Dinah earlier tonight…would have poached these for kitchen use,” Wanda Maximoff replied with laughter in her gold-flecked blue eyes as she gently lifted her massive D-cups, one in the palm of each hand. “Don’t worry, Sue! We each have a chance of leaving in the same condition we arrived.”

“Not if you and Miss Sue keep ‘trolling’ your assets ‘through bacon hunter central’, Miss Wanda,” Cheryl declared in her ever pleasant tone as she took the chair left empty by Zatanna’s conversion to meat. “You girls seem to have failed to notice that the rest of the patrons have gone back to keeping their breasts covered. For them, daringly letting the bacon hunters scope out their targets ended with the conclusion of the double tournament championship celebration.”

“Oh GOD!” Sue spat in obvious appall as she quickly put on her light blue bikini top. “Why didn’t anyone say anything earlier? All of the new arrivals probably think we’re begging to be debreasted…to have our offered donations to the worldwide food chain accepted.”

Cheryl giggled as a red-faced Wanda fumbled badly as she hastily tried to put on her rose colored bikini top, before the nightclub manager pointed out, “Yes, Sue, some of the girls probably do think that. Seeing as you are sitting at the reserved table with men, you’ve probably been getting more than your share of attention. Some girls will think you’re being forced to risk debreastings by the men, and will seek to garner favor with them by poaching your bacon. Others will seek to put apparently privileged, and possibly papered, girls in their places. Your assets will have been thoroughly memorized by the time you stick them through those debreasting portals again!”

“Cheryl, I do like the way you think,” Oliver Queen announced dryly, “and do hope your assessment of these girls’ futures is accurate. Hank and I have been waiting for far too long to watch these two getting debreasted!”

“Ahhh, here comes our waitress, Libby, with a new round of drinks, Ollie and Hank,” Dinah chirped gleefully as Sue and Wanda squirmed in discomfort. “Maybe she will get your minds, temporarily, off of tablemates’ balconies!”

“I have your drinks right here, gentlemen and ladies,” Libby announced as she began distributing the glasses of Lactic Blaster, ignoring Dinah’s comment and the many pairs of eyes ogling her abundant breasts. “I hope you have all enjoyed the evening. I understand it has been quite exciting, and that there generally has been quite a bit of debreasting booth action. All five booths have been freshly filled, and there are already four girls waiting for their turns in the Game room. I must admit that I hope the trend continues…noting of course the stares I’ve been getting.”

“One must ignore such stares, friend Libby,” Diana replied with a hearty chuckle. “For most men, and verily many women, cannot help but lust for, or in this setting, covet, such marvelous assets. Believe me, this I know, for before the royal orbs of Themyscira were stolen from me earlier this evening, I knew such stares all too well. Mayhap, thou will fare much better this night than I.”

“Oh, I hope so, Diana,” Libby giggled softly as she blushed badly, “although my expectations aren’t all that optimistic. After all, this is a debreasting booth nightclub. Don’t worry! I knew what I was in for when I took the job. Now, I’ll be right back with your sandwiches. At Miss Cheryl’s suggestion, I had one of the bacon sandwiches halved and another replaced with a halved vegetarian. Please do enjoy your drinks until I get back with your food.”

After a pregnant pause, Janet chortled, “Okay, which one of you boys is going to claim dibs on those Grade-A double-D’s? Quick…before she comes back with our sandwiches!”

“She’s too willing to take the chop for my taste,” Oliver replied dryly as he watched Libby stack sandwich plates on her tray. “Her melons are lovely, but I want to feel like I’m taking something away from the last girl I debreast that she would really, really like to keep. The more she begs to retain her breasts, the more I’ll enjoy taking them from her. The fact that I want to do that to some girl, and can legally make it happen here, is why this will be my only visit to Final Fantasy. What about you, Hank? Are you going to snatch those double D’s off of lovely Libby’s chest?”

Hank Pym ignored Oliver’s question as he watched the statuesque waitress approaching with the huge tray of sandwich plates. Instead he chided jovially, “Well, Dinah, we’re finally going to get to feast on deep-fried Canary. Are you ready to give the Princess a run for the money?”

“Gee, I sure hope so, Hank!” Dinah Lance chirped gleefully as Libby set one of the plates before her. “It would really blow if I turned out to be inedible. Take a bite, Ollie! I want my guy to be the first one to tell me if my tits taste good!”

“Sure thing, sweet cheeks!” Oliver Queen replied as he held his sandwich before his mouth while Libby set the plate with the halved bacon sandwich before Sue and the halved vegetarian sandwich plate before Bill. “Before I do, I thought of a small request that might bring a little levity to the table. These Lactic Blasters are great, Bill, but I’d really like to drink some really special blue milk. I realize there hasn’t been time to ferment it yet, but…well I’ve heard that Wanda’s milk is a hit even in the Oval Office!”

“Oliver Queen, you tactless imbecile, how dare you suggest…,” Wanda blustered loudly as she blushed badly before being drowned out by Bill Jennings roar of laughter as he nodded to Cheryl.

“I anticipated this request, Sir,” Cheryl announced in a pleasant tone with a wicked grin on her face as the newbie waitress emptied her tray by placing the last sandwich in front of her. “Libby, there is a gallon pitcher in the kitchen refrigerator labeled ‘SW’. Could you fetch it please, along with nine glasses? Then you better see to the other tables in your section of the nightclub.” Cheryl flashed a friendly smile at the red-faced Wanda Maximoff, before explaining, “Well we did have excess production from just one of you cows!”

“Yes we did, from just one of these super cows, didn’t we, Cheryl?” Bill proclaimed loudly to rub salt into Wanda’s wounded pride. “A brilliant idea, Cheryl, as you and I are working and shouldn’t drink too many Lactic blasters. One of several great ideas it would seem.” He nodded at his sandwich plate before asking, “Would you like to trade a half for a half, Sue?” Bill chuckled as Sue nodded vigorously as she held out her plate.

Oliver grinned while an impatient Dinah stared at him, before biting, chewing, and exclaiming, “Delicious, my sweet songbird! Your tits can make my lunchmeat any day…maybe everyday…if we could magically re-grow them. What do you think, Hank, should we debreast Dinah and Janet weekly or what?”

“You do taste wonderful, Dinah,” Hank replied softly as he chewed his first bite of Dinah sandwich, “as did Janet, and Zatanna, and Diana. Thank you for allowing your breasts to get poached for our entertainment and culinary enjoyment. Ignoring Oliver’s last question in favor of an earlier one, I also would prefer a less than willing sow, should I play the debreasting booth game again. I do think I would prefer the sow to be well endowed, as Libby certainly is, but I would also prefer the sow to be a total stranger…not a waitress we’ve somewhat gotten to know. Also, there is the matter of the pension Bill would have to pay. I’m not planning to debreast Libby!”

“Yes, Dinah, you do make a great bacon sandwich, doesn’t she girls?” Janet agreed with a grin on her face after listening to her husband’s attempt at political correctness. She giggled as Wanda, Sue, and Diana nodded enthusiastically, before asking, “The banter about Libby and her tempting assets has got me wondering, Bill…SLAPPED…guillotine blade…another pair bites the dust…OH…my bad…where was I…oh yes…I was wondering how you pick your waitresses. I mean, it makes sense to go Grade A, but doesn’t that up your rate of paying pensions? How can you maintain your profit margin if you’ve got hundreds of girls out there you’re paying pensions to…and a good many fathers as well, I’d guess.”

“Having Grade A waitresses serving the tables and periodically being made available for partial or full conversions to meat is one of Final Fantasy’s major attractions and one of our edges over competing debreasting booth nightclubs, Janet,” Bill replied as Libby returned with the gallon pitcher of blue-tinged milk and nine glasses. “With the exception of Final Fantasy, professionally prepared fresh fillets are only available at the finer restaurants, and the ability to have one of our Grade A waitresses fill a debreasting booth when they are all empty guarantees that our patrons will find the nightclub experience entertaining at all times.”

Bill grinned as Libby filled his glass from the picture with the hand-scribbled ‘SW’ on it, before acknowledging, “Yes, these beautiful girls are part of the bait that attracts customers to Final Fantasy—customers who either risk, and frequently make, donations of their own breast bacon to my kitchen in the debreasting booths in exchange for orgasmatron treatments, or risk, and occasionally make, full conversions to meat during my nightly lottery. The pensions I offer are the bait that gets these beautiful girls to risk partial or full conversions to meat when they pull their tours as potential menu-item waitresses. Isn’t that right, Libby?”

“Yes, Sir, Mister Jennings, Sir,” the shapely athletic girl with long light-brown hair replied softly with laughter in her gleaming hazel eyes. “I know that, if I’m lucky, I’ll get these,” Libby continued as she lifted her massive perfect-shaped double D-cups with the palms of her hands, “plucked off of my chest sooner or later. Hopefully, it will be later, Sir, as I’ve signed up for two stints a week at the dairy, although I don’t foresee being as prodigious a cow as Miss Wanda evidently is. I’ll live like a queen, if I’m lucky enough to earn the pension for myself, after a few weeks of extra pay from dairy duty, until my number comes up in the Lottery. If I’m unlucky, and I end up getting my fillet purchased, as Kaori and Colleen did I hear, well my father will get my pension for a while and I’ll never see my number come up in the Lottery. It looks like there might be a couple of glasses of milk left. Should I just leave the picture?”

“Yes, Libby,” Cheryl interjected with a smile on her face, “you can take care of your other customers now. Maintain your polite and cheerful attitude with the customers and I’m sure I’ll see you Tuesday morning for your first stint in a dairy stall…hopefully the first of many milkings for you. Don’t worry! You won’t have to compete with Miss Wanda for the most productive milk cow. She’s committed to doing two more debreasting booth stints tonight. If I were a betting girl, I’d bet my breasts against a stock fillet that Miss Wanda will be going home sans milk glands. No offense meant, Miss Wanda. As manager of Final Fantasy, I just hope for the best when it comes to our profit margin.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Bill Jennings chortled as he chuckled heartily at the continued teasing Cheryl was giving the 21^st Century superheroine. “To Wanda Maximoff and her magical milk glands, and to her twin sisters who are equally well endowed!” As Bill held his glass out to the center of the table, he watched a flabbergasted Libby grin at a thoroughly flustered Scarlet Witch before hurrying away.

“To Wanda,” Oliver Queen replied as he tapped Bill’s glass with his, and waited for the other seven at the table to do the same before adding, “and her tasty blue milk. Let’s see if all that raving from the Oval Office was more than propaganda.” Oliver took a sip from his glass, and spat, “Great stuff! It’s as good as old George told me it was! Now, let’s get back to pensions, Bill.”

“Uhhmm, very tasty milk, my dear, Wanda,” Bill quipped softly as he grinned at the red-faced Scarlet Witch, “and just what I needed to wash down a very delicious bite of bacon sandwich. You girls’ breast bacon always tastes super to me, and Dinah, you surely did your part to maintain that status quo.” He chuckled as pride filled the Black Canary’s face. “Now, while we enjoy our treats, I’ll get back to Janet’s question. While the pensions are an incentive for Grade A girls to take on the relatively short-lived career as waitress at Final Fantasy, I pay fewer pensions at any given time than you might think. Those waitresses that get debreasted in the line of duty only get paid pensions until their number comes up in The Lottery. I’ve been amazed at how short the average time between debreasting and full conversion has been for my retirees. Oliver, you picked up on something Libby said, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, Bill, I did,” Oliver Queen replied softly, “Libby said if her fillet got purchased, her father would get paid her pension ‘for a while’. How long will Colleen and Kaori’s pensions get paid to their families as a result of providing their fillets to me and Hank?”

“Our contracts specify that, in the event of a full conversion in the service of Final Fantasy, our families will receive our pensions for the average life expectancy of an un-papered Grade A girl of our age, Mr. Queen,” Cheryl interjected softly with a prideful look on her face. “Given the Lottery and the many other situations in life that can result in full conversion, that average retiree’s life expectancy is measured in months or, perhaps, a few years, not decades. Still, the chance to earn such a pension, or the even more lucrative post-partial-conversion pension, is a very attractive proposition, given the fact that a girl is just walking meat anyhow. Given the low probability that I’ll manage to earn papers without my father being able to provide a substantial dowry, I jumped at a chance to get a job as a Final Fantasy waitress a few weeks ago.”

“How are the pensions calculated, Bill?” Hank asked softly as he thought about Kaori roasting out on the patio. “How much will Kaori’s father earn as a result of my purchasing her fillet?”

“Those waitresses that undergo partial conversions in my debreasting booths get a full week’s wages as severance pay, plus one hundred percent of their salary for as long as they live, Hank,” Bill replied matter-of-factly. “The families of those waitresses that get their fillets purchased get the price of the fresh fillet as my condolences plus one hundred percent of the waitress’s salary for the girl’s calculated life expectancy. While I keep whatever I can make from the rest of the girl’s meat cuts, I don’t make a profit from a waitress’s full conversion. My profit margin isn’t based on the waitresses’ meat, it’s based on the increased customer base their being made available brings. You should have the girls show you boys the marquee out front sometime tonight.”

“We will, Bill,” Janet whispered excitedly as she struggled to keep from looking back at the Game room door, “but it will have to be later. Two things are happening that just made munching on Canary sandwiches and sipping SW milk all the more fun. Four of the debreasting booths just emptied at nearly the same time, and Helen Thomas just joined those other three girls in front of the Game room door. Who’s going to do me a favor and put the popping pin to her lovely balloons? I have to know if her lovely D-cups will taste as scrumptious as they look!”

Wanda Maximoff surreptitiously looked over to the Game room door to see an athletic-looking Grade-A brown-eyed brunette in her mid-twenties talking to two blondes and an Amerindian, all sporting C-cups of various complexions and shapes. Wanda knew Helen’s perfect D-cups would be easy to pick out of the lineup if she entered the Game room and took a debreasting booth.

“Who’s it going to be, Hank, Oliver, Wanda or Sue?” Janet whispered softly with a mischievous look on her face. “While I’ve no idea whether she will be a reluctant or an eager donator, Oliver, I do believe those perfect D-cups should be large enough to make you happy, husband. If she goes in….”

“It won’t be me, little one,” Hank Pym interrupted with a silly grin on his face as he watched Sue shake her head vigorously from side to side. “I’m not in the mood to help make you fat! You still have a lot of sandwich on your plate.”

“Me either!” Oliver spat contemptuously. “She looks pretty comfortable standing in front of that door. She doesn’t fill my bill! It looks like you’re going to have to convince Wanda to do your dirty work for you, Janet.”

“Please, Wanda!” Janet hissed softly with a desperate look on her face. “You know I would do it myself if I still had breasts, and we did discuss this at the dairy. You agreed and said you’d….”

“No one agreed to anything, Janet, after you said you would hope someone would poach Helen’s breasts if she took a booth and you weren’t able to do so yourself,” Wanda replied in a whisper with a quirky smile on her face. “However, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll go play the debreasting booth game with her for a while. I at least want to find out how Mariko is doing after being debreasted. If it strikes my fancy to do so, I’ll let the air out of Helen’s D-cup balloons and carry her breast bacon to the kitchen to help make us all fat!”

“Thanks, Wanda!” Janet Van Dyne spat exuberantly with a broad grin on her face. “You’re the best pal a gal could have. Look the Game room door is opening! The breasted girls from the last round of debreasting booth games are coming out. The new girls are going…Helen Thomas is in the Game room!”

Wanda Maximoff shook her head in disbelief as she stared at her friend and teammate bouncing on her chair with unbridled excitement. “Well, it looks like I’m stuck fulfilling Janet’s fantasy, folks. Don’t mind my table manners while I gobble down the rest of my Canary sandwich. You taste great, Dinah!” Wanda took a large bite of sandwich, and washed it down with her own milk. Then she popped the last of her breast bacon sandwich in her mouth and mumbled as she stood, “The milk’s not bad either. No promises, Janet, but if I do add Helen’s melons to Bill’s profit margin, I’m going to expect you to return the favor some day.” The big-breasted Avenger watched her more diminutive teammate grin and nod, and headed for the dance floor.

Wanda hurried out to the center of the dance floor populated with only a handful of girls, most dancing in pairs rather than scoping out sandwich meat. After a brief hesitation, the auburn-haired Avenger decided to position herself in front of the center debreasting booth, 3, the only one currently filled with breasts, in this case unimpressive swooping dark-skinned B-cups. She would step over to whichever portals Helen pushed her D-cups through, once she filled one of the empty debreasting booths. The buxom 21^st Century superheroine knew that would happen soon—she could hear the booth attendant, Jane, giving instructions to the debreasting booth newbies.

Seconds later, Wanda saw the perfect-shaped D-cups tipped with turgid pinkish-brown nipples and areolae get pushed through debreasting booth 4’s portals. She stepped to her right, just barely cutting off someone stepping forward from behind her. Wanda turned with an apologetic look on her face, and whispered, “Sorry, but I was going to check out these D-cups for a while. Should we rock, paper, scissors, for them?” Wanda smiled as she saw the petite, small-breasted Latino girl in her late twenties with brown eyes and black hair shrug. It was the high school biology teacher from the dairy, Mary Garcia.

“Nah, that’s okay,” Mary replied with a startled look on her face, “I was just going to give my colleague a han…. HEY! You’re one of those cows from the dairy!”

Wanda blushed badly before replying, “Yes, I’m Wanda Maximoff, and I was one of the volunteer cows when you and your class visited the Final Fantasy dairy. Between the day at the dairy and tonight, you high school teachers have been rather generous to the worldwide food chain, Miss Garcia…especially if I….”

“If you don’t, I probably will, Miss Maximoff,” Mary replied with a contemptuous look on her face. “Not that I really want to. However, don’t you be gloating too much, despite your helping to trick Rachel into getting her bacon poached earlier tonight. You cows seem to have been rather generous to the worldwide food chain yourselves!” The Latino girl nodded to the reserved table.

“Mary, I did try to warn Miss Hartnell that anything can happen when you enter one of those….” Wanda protested softly before being cut off by the young teacher.

“That’s all right, Wanda,” Mary interjected nervously as she nodded to the perfect pair of D-cups hanging out of booth 4. “You stick your titties through debreasting booth portals…you’re pretty much kissing them goodbye. Do you mind if my colleagues and I watch while you do Helen’s?”

“No, I don’t mind, but I’m really not sure….” Wanda began before Mary interrupted yet again.

“Ice-hot, Wanda!” the Latino girl whispered softly. “Now forget about us and worry about your debreasting booth game with Helen. I’m sure you’re both going to have a great time. Meanwhile, I’m going to go let the girls know what’s up!”

Wanda shook her head as she watched Mary hurry away, and then returned her attention to debreasting booth 4. Wanda was stunned to see Helen’s sultry face framed by her long brown hair staring back out at her with brown eyes filled with interest. “Oh…hi, Helen,” Wanda stammered softly as she stepped forward and gently cupped the perfect Grade-A D-cups sporting swollen aroelae and turgid nipples hanging from the portals below the transparent debreasting booth window. “Do you mind if we talk for a while…while we share this game together?”

Helen Thomas grinned sexily as she felt the auburn-haired beauty on the other side of the booth wall gauge the weight of her chest ornaments in the palms of her hands, and replied softly in a sultry voice, “Not at all, Wanda. I gathered there had been a change in plans when I saw you step in front of Mary. You are going to debreast me, aren’t you, Wanda?”

“I don’t know, Helen,” Wanda admitted softly with a friendly smile on her face as she began working on the sultry teacher’s pinkish-brown breast tips with her hands. “Do you want me to?”

“The answer to that question is complicated, Wanda,” Helen Thomas replied with a sudden hint of shyness in her voice before moaning softly as she felt the buxom beauty before her work her thumbs around her stiff nipples. “Mary and I were going to leave the fate of my breasts to Mariko. You see, Mariko and I…we’re a couple and our…love life…has been a bit strained since…well…since what happened to Mariko at the dairy. I felt that if I let her watch me go through what she went through….”

“Ah, I see!” Wanda interjected as she looked up to read Helen’s debreasting options, and the sultry, provocative countenance returned to the teacher’s face. “You’ve selected the new cutting board option as your debreasting method…you would be losing these lovely chest ornaments in the same way Mariko lost hers…if someone slapped your debreast button. I understand that your situation is complicated, Helen, but I still want my answer. If it was entirely up to you, would you want me to debreast you at the end of our debreasting booth game tonight?”

“No, Wanda, but don’t tell Mariko,” Helen replied as she blushed in embarrassment. “Please do me a favor, and don’t let her know how I really felt….”

“Yes, I’ll do that favor for you, Miss Thomas,” Wanda agreed softly as she glanced back to see Mary, with Mariko Nakamura and Rachel Hartnell in tow, working her way towards the dance floor from the front of the nightclub, “although you really should have worked out what Mariko wanted before you climbed into that debreasting booth. If Mary had got to you first, and then walked away after Mariko said she wanted you to keep these big breasts intact on your chest, I, or someone else, might have stepped forward and popped your big balloons anyhow.” Wanda bent downward so that she could take Helen’s turgid left nipple into her mouth, and began suckling.

Helen Thomas moaned softly as pleasure radiated from her breast tip, and whispered softly, “I knew that, Wanda, but I wanted to experience the orgasmatron beams…just once…even if I guessed wrong…do the other nipple, please…but I’m pretty sure…she’ll ask me to give my breasts to the cutting board…I know it!” Helen cooed softly as she felt Wanda’s warm, moist lips encircle her hard right nipple.

“We’ll see if you’re right about that momentarily, Helen,” Wanda Maximoff observed jovially as she glanced around the dance floor while gently tickling the undersides of the sultry teacher’s at-risk breasts. “It looks like we’re the only pair playing the debreasting booth game right now, so we shouldn’t have any distractions while we decide whether or not to slap your debreast button. However, first I’d better do my best to make these lovely D-cups of yours glow with pleasure. I want you to really regret losing these lovely chest ornaments…if it comes to that…and I doubt nipple sucking will be possible once the cutting board pops out under them. Shall I get to my breast pampering, Miss Thomas?” Wanda giggled as the lovely brunette flashed her sexy smile at her and silently nodded with not a hint of fear in her gleaming brown eyes. Wanda stooped and gently suckled as she flicked her tongue around a blood engorged left nipple, earning a nice low moan of pleasure from the sow in booth 4.

“My mouth’s watering already!” Janet Van Dyne exclaimed enthusiastically as she bounced on her chair, ignoring the sighs of climax that indicated the sow in booth 3 had reached the final minute of her debreasting booth game. “Wanda wouldn’t be giving her breast pampering that much attention if she wasn’t going to pop those big balloons! I wonder how those big puppies are going to get knocked off!”

“You’ll know soon enough, little one,” Hank Pym replied jovially as he placed his left hand on his wife’s right shoulder in an attempt to get her to settle down. “In the meantime, you’ve still got some Canary sandwich left to munch on.”

“Yeah!” Dinah Lance exclaimed with a frown on her face. “Why are you coveting sandwiches made from her tits when you still got some of one made from my tits left, Janet?”

“Easy, sweet cheeks,” Oliver Queen interjected as he chuckled at his girlfriend, “I’m sure Janet isn’t intentionally disrespecting your deep-fried melon meat. I suspect she’s just excited to see Wanda finally pop a pair of breast balloons tonight. Tell Dinah how much you’re enjoying your Dinah sandwich, Janet.”

Janet stuck her tongue out at Oliver, popped the last of her sandwich in her mouth, and exclaimed, “You do taste delicious, Dinah. Sorry if I seemed to be ignoring that fact. I’m just celebrating a successful ploy, and I’m not talking about the imminent arrival of sandwiches made from Helen’s scrumptious looking sweater puppies either.”

“Ah, I see, friend Janet,” Princess Diana of Themyscira acknowledged with a knowing look on her face as she nodded to Mary, Mariko, and Rachel as they arrived to stand behind Wanda. “Not only has friend Wanda interfered with yon Latino’s evident wish to debreast the sow in booth 4, but it seems yon Latino is friends with that most comely blonde Wanda had young Barbara debreast earlier this evening. Though I know not how yon breastless Oriental girl fits in to your machinations, I must declare thy ploy most masterful, friend Janet!”

“Janet Van Dyne, how could you do this to your best friend!” Sue Richards spat with obvious exasperation. “You saw Mary Garcia in the lottery lineup. You knew there would be at least one breasted teacher left at the high school teachers’ table. You’ve set Wanda up for a revenge debreasting by asking her to do you a favor and poach Helen’s breasts for your culinary delight!”

“Sir, I finally understand what you see in these big-breasted tourists!” Cheryl chirped with a broad grin on her face. “The way they think, they can’t help but up our profit margin with their constant bacon donations from both sides of the debreasting portals. For what it’s worth, Sue, I hope you’re right about Wanda’s near future.” Cheryl grinned as Bill Jennings roared with laughter while Sue Richards pouted.

Wanda Maximoff continued to suckle one nipple and then the other for several minutes after she had sensed the arrival of Helen’s colleagues behind her, allowing the sow in booth 3 to end her distracting sighing in climax as she was released intact. The Scarlet Witch had been rewarded for her breast pleasuring by a constant cooing from the sultry brunette. Finally, the buxom 21^st Century superheroine straightened up and announced, “Well, sow, now that I’ve got you positively purring with pleasure, I think it’s time to find out whether or not I’m going to let you keep those lovely pillows on your chest. That means I need to talk to you, Miss Nakamura.” Wanda turned to stare into the breastless Japanese girl’s almond eyes, which were filled with astonishment.

“Helen has told me that she is willing to have her breasts pillowed on a cutting board and taken from her, as yours were from you, as a way of proving her love for you,” Wanda explained softly with a friendly smile on her face. “She believes going through the same experience that you did will bring the two of you closer together. Will you allow this sow to do this for you? Why don’t you stand here where I am, and let Helen know your thoughts?”

Mariko hesitantly stepped forward as Wanda stepped aside, before mournfully whispering, “Oh, Helen, my sweet lover, you need not prove your love to me. I know I have been silent…solemn…since we returned from the school field trip to the dairy, but this was not caused by anything you have done or not done. Perhaps I feared without reason that you would love me less because my chest is now so flat and smooth.”

Wanda peered closely at Mariko as the Japanese girl fingered her own breastless chest. The skin grafts were amazing! The skin texture and tone matched perfectly with the rest of the chest, but lacked any evidence of nipples or areolae. Wanda was reminding herself to ask about how the skin grafts were done when she realized Mariko had begun talking again.

“Yes, I believe sharing the experience of partial conversion…especially in the same manner…will allow us to better understand each other,” Mariko admitted softly with sadness in her eyes, “but then we will have neither my breasts nor your breasts to play with as we make love. Still, although I do not wish you to do this for me, I will be so proud of you and love you all the more for having done it.”

“Mariko, my sweetheart, I would gladly surrender these big breasts to show that my love for you is true,” Helen replied in a quivering voice with a brave smile on her face. “However, now that I’ve done what I’ve done, there may not be any going back. I AM in a debreasting booth! Please don’t be sad for me as I try to make my partial conversion to the worldwide food chain as bravely as you did, my sweet Mariko, for I shall have a boon as I do so that you did not have…an orgasmatron emitter between my legs. Miss Maximoff, can Mariko suckle me briefly…to say goodbye to part of our love life…before we continue playing our debreasting booth game?”

“Yes of course, sow,” Wanda replied softly as she glanced around the dance floor that had suddenly become more crowded, “but only briefly. I wouldn’t want anyone to think our game together is finished, and step in and hit your debreast button in my place. Get her purring with pleasure again, Mariko.” Wanda smiled as the lovely Japanese girl nodded and bent, and soon had Helen panting with pleasure.

Wanda turned to a smiling Mary and, while the cooing continued behind her and as a huge set of drooping DD-cups were pushed through debreasting booth 3’s portals, whispered, “Well, I didn’t hear Mariko come to a firm decision as to the fate of Helen’s melons, Mary. What would you do, and would you rather be the one doing it?”

“I’d slap the romantic sap’s debreast button, Wanda,” Mary replied candidly in a barely audible whisper with cold brown eyes. “Helen stuck herself in that bacon trap, and then drew attention to herself by having us line up in front of her and listen to her and her girlfriend profess their love for each other in public. These days, a soap opera like this always ends badly. With a half dozen bacon poachers on the dance floor, Helen’s hooters are sure to get snatched out of those debreasting portals. It might as well be you, as I already told you I’d rather not, even though I was willing to help out a friend if need be.”

“Just try to make it as fun as possible for Helen, Wanda,” Rachel Hartnell interjected softly with a smile on her face. “I want to thank you again for warning me that anything might happen were I to take one of those booths, no matter how well I’d worked out my game plan. Although I wish you’d added that Barbara WOULD debreast me if I did, I suppose I must admit that I did have a good time. I just don’t look forward to the snickering Barbara’s younger friends will be doing behind my back when she tells them how she debreasted her teacher.”

“I will try to make it enjoyable for Helen, Rachel,” Wanda replied softly with a perplexed look on her face, “and I’m glad you’re being a good sport about your own debreasting booth game. I wouldn’t worry about your students snickering about your having been debreasted by one of their peers. Despite what Barbara might have told you, she won’t be bragging about it to her friends. Unless you’ve changed your mind, Mary, I might as well get back to me and Helen’s debreasting booth game.”

“Tempting,Wanda,” Mary admitted with a wry grin on her face, “as we were looking forward to trying some bacon sandwiches before we go home. I guess we’ll just skip, as Helen and Mariko are probably going to want to go home when you’re done. If not, I’ll poach some other sow’s bacon out of the debreasting portals to make our sandwiches with.”

“I suppose so, Mary,” Wanda Maximoff replied as she forced a smile on her face and turned back to debreasting booth 4 where Mariko had Helen moaning in pleasure. “It is time, Mariko, for Helen and I to return to our debreasting booth game.” She watched as the breastless Japanese girl straightened up, nodded, and kissed Helen Thomas’s debreasting booth window. As Mariko stepped back to rejoin Mary and Rachel, Wanda stepped forward and held her hand over Helen’s red debreast button, and asked in a calm, even voice, “Are you ready to climax over the pleasure beams, sow?”

“Yes, Wanda, I’m ready to have my breasts pillowed on a cutting board so that you can poach them from my chest while I sigh in sexual climax,” Helen replied in her sultriest voice as she grinned sexily. Her countenance barely changed, save for a hint of fear in her gleaming brown eyes as she heard the click of her debreast button.

“SLAPPED!” Janet Van Dyne hollered gleefully. “Those succulent looking D-cups are about to become OURS, guys and gals!”

“Look, Ollie,” Dinah Lance chirped excitedly, “a square section of the front booth wall is rotating outward and upward to be positioned under those doomed honkers! What’s up with that?”

“I’m not…wait…now I get it!” Oliver Queen replied with more emotion than he cared to exude. “There, on the right side of that foxy brunette’s left knocker, a long, vertical blade just popped out of the wall. There’s a handle at the top that is positioned outward from the blade it is attached to by a thick spacer, and its tip is attached to the booth wall at the same elevation that the square underneath the sacrificial melons will be when it’s horizontal. It’s a big paper cutter!”

“Actually, it’s a meat cutter, Oliver,” Sue Richards corrected softly with a twisted smile on her face as she pushed the debreasting option menu she had been perusing before the Justice League couple, “which is part of the cutting board debreasting option. Obviously you two weren’t paying attention to the tragic romance being played out on the dance floor. Mariko lost her perfect C-cups to the cutting board at the dairy on Wednesday. Now her lover, Helen, is going to let Wanda remove her big D-cups using the same tool.”

“Indeed, friend Sue,” Princess Diana chuckled softly as she peered out onto the dance floor, “friend Wanda has slapped yon button of doom, but this time a tablemate must do more than wait for some sinister machinery to rend breasts from chest. Friend Wanda will herself be required to use yon blade to diminish the one called Helen’s womanhood.”

“Cool!” Hank Pym spat with an obnoxious grin on his face. “I hope Witchie lets the air out of those big balloons very slowly. The more Wanda pisses Helen’s Latino friend off, the better. I’m hoping to see my big breasted teammate get a most interesting and rewarding debreasting booth stint not too long from now…well interesting and rewarding for most of us at least. Why isn’t the brunette in the booth moaning in pleasure, Bill?”

“The orgasmatron emitter won’t get activated until the meat cutter blade begins being rotated downward, Hank,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle as he enjoyed the strange viewpoints of the tourists around him. “You don’t want to reward the sow with pleasure, until she’s at least in danger of being forced to accept a painful partial donation to the worldwide food chain. Also, there’s my profit margin to consider. Those orgasmatron emitters eat up a lot of expensive energy.”

“Which is why the intensity setting will be at minimum and gradually increase to twenty-five percent of maximum as the blade is rotated downward, and then jump suddenly to fifty percent of maximum when the booth detects contact between the blade edge and breast skin,” Cheryl added with a sheepish grin on her face. “The sow will start sighing in climax then. The sighs will intensify as the blade is rotated downward into her breast bacon until pleasure beam intensity reaches seventy-five percent of maximum. When the blade is horizontal and flush against the cutting board, the orgasmatron emitter will turn off, and you can bet the sow’s orgasmic sighs will become moans of disappointment. That’s when she’ll realize she has nothing left to trade for pleasure at a debreasting booth nightclub.”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter as he watched the time tourists stare at his Grade A blonde manager with looks of surprise, disgust, contempt, or horror. “My dear Cheryl,” he chortled softly, “you do indeed have a fine head for the debreasting booth nightclub industry. Assuming I don’t succeed in making you meat at Club X a few weeks from now, I hope you manage to not get your number picked in the Lottery for a good long time. Final Fantasy is going to prosper with you running day to day operations!”

Wanda Maximoff watched with interest as the square surface reached a horizontal position under Helen’s perfect D-cups, and then lifted upward slightly on vertical positioning tracks in the booth wall to pillow the sultry brunette’s breasts for maximum harvest. Examining the cutting board closely, the buxom Avenger could see a thin grove in its upper surface running horizontal parallel to and virtually flush with the debreasting booth wall. Wanda understood instantly that the meat cutter blade edge would fit down into the groove when it was fully closed.

Helen Thomas was breathing in a deep, uneven rhythm as she watched the auburn-haired girl on the other side of her debreasting booth wall examine her pillowed breasts and the cutting board they rested on. Then she watched the tall, buxom volunteer milk cow reach up for something on the left side of her debreasting booth, and held her breath—she knew that it was the handle of the meat cutter blade that the athletic looking stranger sought.

“Try to relax, sow,” Wanda urged softly as she curled her fingers around the meat cutter blade’s handle and looked calmly into Helen’s apprehension-filled brown eyes. The spacer at the end of the blade created just enough gap between the handle and the booth wall for her fingers to fit through. “I’m just trying to get a feel for the equipment. When we’re ready to begin your debreasting, we will do it together every step of the way. Let’s see, what else needs to be done before we begin?”

Helen Thomas giggled despite the dread that was causing butterflies in her belly, and flashed a sultry smile at the stunningly beautiful girl who was about to debreast her. “You might want to tug on my breast tips…the way I did for Mariko…to make sure we harvest all of my breast bacon, Wanda,” the temporarily big-breasted brunette suggested as she grinned sexily at the auburn-haired girl outside her booth window.

Wanda stared into Helen’s brown eyes and nodded as she noted the calm resolve the girl was now exuding as she smiled her sultry smile. The young mutant sorceress gently tweaked the girl’s pinkish-brown nipples, one at a time, with her left thumb and fingers. They were rock hard on puffy, perky, pinkish-brown areolae. “Yes, I could do that, one nipple at a time,” Wanda replied softly with a thoughtful look on her face, “or Mariko could tug on your nipples while I poach your breast bacon, as you did hers while Mister Jennings harvested Mariko’s beautiful C-cups.”

Wanda Maximoff watched the sultry brunette inside booth 4 bite her lip while nodding ever so slightly, and turned to look at the pretty Japanese girl who was shaking her head with panic-filled brown eyes, and pointing underneath the metal cutting board. “Oh, my bad!” Wanda spat jovially in amazement. “I didn’t notice those.” The buxom Avenger reached down with her left hand and lifted the small metal object dangling from the end of a strong, thin length of plastic line so that she could examine it. The outermost base of the metal formed a small ring, and at the back were clothespin-like clip handles. She pressed the clip handles and the ring opened to form two open half circles.

“Nipple clips!” Wanda hissed gleefully and then grinned at Helen who was staring slack-jawed at the tiny device in her hand. “Let’s see how these work, shall we Helen?” Wanda asked as she brought her right hand down from the meat cutter blade handle to reach for the brunette’s right nipple. The young superheroine smiled as she watched Helen nervously nod ever so slightly, and warned, “This might sting a little as the clip bites into the base of your nipple, sow. They need to have a good grip on your breast tips, as they are obviously going to be what stretches your big and perfect-shaped D-cups out so that I can give them the chop. Are you ready?” Wanda smiled as she watched a sultry provocative smile and laughing eyes replace the nervous countenance as Helen Thomas nodded once.

“Good!” Wanda spat contentedly as she tugged outward on the turgid right nipple with her right hand and slipped the open jaws of the nipple clip under her pinching fingers and over the base of its tip. Once she had the half circles positioned around the base of the tumid teat, she slowly let the clip close, eliciting a low growl from Helen Thomas as the brunette accepted the sharp burning pain caused by the strong metal jaws as they closed into her nerve-rich breast tip. “Now for your left nipple!” Wanda Maximoff proclaimed with obvious satisfaction as she released the fully closed right nipple clip and reached for Helen’s left nipple with her right hand. This time the girl better known as the Scarlet Witch quickly fit the left nipple clip over Helen’s breast tip and allowed it to close abruptly into the base of the swollen teat, causing the brunette sow to yelp in surprise and pain.

“Sorry about that, sow, but we’d best get on with the main event before the three sows that entered the Game room with you reach the nine-minute mark,” Wanda Maximoff chirped with a friendly smile on her face. “We don’t want distractions while we’re playing OUR debreasting booth game! Oh, what is this?” the big-breasted Avenger asked as she nodded to a flashing touch screen on the surface of the cutting board between and before Helen’s pillowed breasts.

Wanda reached out and touched the flashing V-shaped emblem on the pad and watched as the thin plastic line leading to both nipple clips was fed into openings near the outward end of the cutting board’s upper surface. She waited till the line pulled tight, and there was no slack between the nipple clips and the line ducts. She tapped the touch pad again and watched Helen’s breasts get tugged outward. She fingered the pad again, until she heard Helen grunt. “Sorry again, sow,” Wanda chirped softly, “but we must make sure your breast bacon gets fully harvested. I think we can get just a bit more under the blade.” The Scarlet Witch shrugged her shoulders and smiled apologetically at the brunette in the debreasting booth before tapping the outward pointing arrow symbol once more.

Wanda Maximoff giggled softly as Helen Thomas again grunted in discomfort, before softly announcing, “I think we’d best call this good enough and get your orgasmatron emitter activated, sow. If you’ve never experienced one of these pleasure beam emitters before, you are in for a real treat! Okay, I’m going to get the feel of the meat cutter blade now. Don’t worry, I’ll pause before any damage is done, sow, and we can talk about your preferences.”

Wanda grinned as Helen calmly flashed her sultry smile at her as she reached for the handle of the vertical blade with her right hand. The auburn-haired Avenger slowly pulled the blade to her left, causing a faint scraping sound as it slid against the outer booth wall, which masked part of the low moan of pleasure that began issuing from the brunette’s throat as she felt the first glow of pleasure beams between her open legs. The big-breasted superheroine lowered the meat cutter blade until its upper end was before the transparent debreasting booth window, and then paused. The Scarlet Witch watched the emotions flood across Helen Thomas’s face as she examined the sharp edge of the blade that would soon kiss the upper curvature of her left breast before resuming its deadly descent.

Helen, suddenly realizing that Wanda was seeking to let the reality of her imminent debreasting sink in, flashed her sexiest smile at her debreastor, and nodded. The brunette had seen enough of the instrument that would soon bring her agony and cause her meat grading to drop from A to B. Helen watched the buxom beauty before her booth window smile back, and slowly lower the meat cutter blade past the right corner of her transparent booth window. Only the slight scraping sound against the outer booth wall and Wanda’s lowering eyes told Helen Thomas that her debreasting booth game was continuing towards a painful ending. Suddenly, Helen gasped! She could feel both the tickle of something very sharp and slightly cool on the upper outer quadrant of her left breast base, just where breast became chest, and the sudden increase in pleasure beam intensity between her legs.

Wanda Maximoff chuckled as she watched Helen bite her lip and a look of intense concentration replaced the sow’s sultry visage as she choked off the moans of pleasure that had begun to issue from her throat. “Don’t fight the pleasure beams, Helen,” Wanda implored softly as she locked her laughing gold-flecked blue eyes with the desperation filling the brunette’s gleaming brown eyes, “embrace them! When I begin lowering the blade into your flesh, we want the pain to merge with the pleasure to become a new, intensely erotic sensation. However, before I do that, I want you to cum for me. In the dairy, the other day, you indicated you had fantasies about being debreasted. Think of your favorite debreasting fantasy while you concentrate on how nice it feels to have your clitoris bathed by the orgasmatron beam. Then, while you climax, we’ll let the air out of your big balloons for real. Concentrate, Helen, and let me hear you sigh in orgasm!”

Helen Thomas nodded and closed her eyes. Helen thought about the day that handsome high school senior, just a grade ahead of her, had caught her and two of her girlfriends sunbathing nude in her girlfriend’s back yard. She remembered how the boy had forced her friends to make her kneel with her belly against an old tree stump, her already massive breasts resting atop the course wood of the stump top. She remembered how she had watched him pull a gleaming machete from a nearby tool shed, and had raised it high in the air above his head as she begged him to spare her pretty chest ornaments, and her friends, no longer reluctant participants egged him on. She remembered the long swish as the sharp blade had flashed downward, and the loud thump as it buried into the wooden stump top. Helen remembered gawking in amazement as she saw the deadly blade buried in the wood, just in front of her nipples, rather than through the her young and precious breasts as she had expected. The memory of the day that handsome boy had spared her breasts and ran away laughing always made Helen wet—this time, with the help of the orgasmatron emitter bathing her sex, the memory sent Helen Thomas tumbling helplessly into climax.

“Do you want me to lower the blade quickly or slowly into your breasts, sow?” Wanda Maximoff asked emphatically over the loud gasps and sighs of climax. “Do you want your debreasting over with quickly, or do you want it to be long and memorable? Answer me, sow!”

“Wha…oh…oh…soooo good!” Helen gasped trying to understand what she was meant to do. “Oh god…the pleasure beams feel so…heavenly! Make them last! Do me…slowly…Wanda! Please!”

Wanda Maximoff nodded slowly as she watched the brunette on the other side of the debreasting booth window climax under the influence of the insidious pleasure beams. Wanda smiled. The last time she had debreasted a girl, it was Tyler Roberts’ wife, and she had been forced to do it at his behest. This time, she was debreasting a girl because it took her fancy to do so. “Okay sow,” Wanda announced in a tone that she hoped didn’t sound as jubilant as she suspected it did, “let’s give your left balloon its first little pin prick.”

Wanda lowered the blade slowly, and watched as the flesh atop the base of Helen’s breast, after only briefly being indented, parted on either side of the blade, leaving a thin line of red. The sow behind the booth wall responded by sighing even louder in climax. The Scarlet Witch continued to lower the blade and watched with fascination as steel slowly merged into flesh.

Helen Thomas gasped in mid sigh as her brain suddenly got the message that something was terribly wrong. The upper base of her left breast both itched and stung. She couldn’t see the lowering blade because of the debreasting booth wall below the transparent window, but she could see the enthralled look on Wanda’s face as she concentrated on lowering the long, sharp blade ever so slowly. Helen gasped in pain and trepidation, and then moaned as another orgasm exploded from her crotch. “YES!” the brunette screamed loudly in a quivering voice. “OH! ICE-HOT! I can feel the air leaking out of my big balloon…and it feels…SO…GOOD! OH! OHHhhh! UHHHHUUHhhhh!”

The Scarlet Witch giggled as she looked up to watch Helen sigh in pleasure and saw the sensuous sultry look on the sow’s face as she slowly lowered the sharp meat cutter blade. The red line of parted skin was now just past both the apex of Helen’s breast base and beginning to enter the sow’s lower left breast quadrant. Soon, the sharp blade would touch the upper inner base of the brunette’s right breast. By then, more nerves would begin to be severed, and Wanda knew from experience that Helen would find agony begin to overwhelm ecstasy. “You’re doing great, Helen,” Wanda called out softly but exultantly, “we’ve made good progress, but you’re hardly bleeding at all!”

“It’s starting to hurt…starting to hurt terribly…Wanda,” Helen cried out as moans and groans of pain began mixing with her gasps and sighs of pleasure, and she saw the look of horror on Mariko’s face. The brunette’s sexy smile slowly morphed into pain and trepidation, and she found herself gritting her teeth as she felt her left breast being slowly severed from her chest.

“I know, Helen,” Wanda Maximoff acknowledged with a grin of encouragement and the gleam of excitement in her eyes. “Your left balloon is half popped, so we’re working the blade into its nerve-rich core. You’re about to feel your right breast get pricked as well. Just concentrate on the pleasure beams, and remember how well Mariko managed this experience without them.” The Scarlet Witch lowered her eyes to note that the left breast was indeed half severed, and watched as the skin on the top inside quarter of Helen’s right breast parted. It was then that Helen Thomas screamed in agony before plunging into mind-numbing climax!

The Scarlet Witch giggled at the mixture of agony and ecstasy being issued from the sow before her as Helen bucked in the debreasting booth restraints, trying desperately to get free before her treasured breasts were fully poached from her chest. The brunette’s response to her debreasting was as different from her Japanese lover’s as night was from day. The buxom superheroine from the far off past shrugged her shoulders—Helen Thomas’s debreasting was in progress, and Final Fantasy’s bylaws dictated that it be completed!

Slowly, Wanda pushed the meat cutter blade downward towards the cutting board. The auburn-haired girl grinned with satisfaction as the sow before her plunged back into orgasmic bliss. The thin red line of destruction had just passed the crest of Helen’s right breast, and the sow’s left breast was attached to her chest by only a thin strip of flesh in its lower inside quadrant. “Your left balloon is almost completely deflated, sow, so you don’t have much longer to enjoy the pleasure beams,” Wanda announced jovially. Then she urged emphatically, “Concentrate on the pleasure the orgasmatron emitters give you…the climaxes they bring to you, sow! You only get to be debreasted once, Helen, so make the most of it!”

Helen groaned in despair and gasped in anguish as she heard Wanda’s pronouncement, and frowned in embarrassment at a bawling Mariko. Her chest burned in agony—agony that threatened to overwhelm the sensation of pleasure being beamed into her sex. Then the pleasure beam emitter below her kicked up in intensity and she was swallowed in ecstasy. Without seeing, the brunette sensed that the meat cutter blade was now buried deeply into her right breast and that, if her left breast was still part of her at all, it was by a bit of skin alone. She heard someone sighing loudly and uninhibitedly in orgasmic bliss, and then blushed badly as she realized that somebody was herself.

The Scarlet Witch continued lowering the meat cutter blade towards the cutting board as slowly a possible as she watched the agony and ecstasy flood back and forth across Helen Thomas’s lovely face. As the blade began to level out, Wanda dropped her eyes downward. The 21^st Century superheroine watched as the final shred of skin on Helen’s left breast finally parted and the breast was pulled slightly outward by taut line attached to the nipple clip. Then, as the 41^st Century sow plunged into climax one final time, and as the blade edge slid into the thin grove atop the cutting board, the right breast followed suit and the sounds of booth restraints releasing emanated from within booth 4.

Helen Thomas had been debreasted! Debreasted by herself, Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch! Wanda looked up to see Helen looking forlornly downward at the ends of her breasts on the cutting board as her orgasm, no longer aided by pleasure beams, subsided. Helen had seen the outward movement of her breast tips—she had watched the last of the air rush out of her big balloons as the cutting blade had slid into its groove on the cutting board.

Wanda smiled jubilantly into Helen’s teary brown eyes as she deftly undid the nipple clips at the ends of the severed orbs. Wanda Maximoff lifted the lovely breasts by their nipples, one in each hand, and thrust them before Helen’s debreasting booth window, as she triumphantly proclaimed, “We did it, Helen! We popped your big balloons to demonstrate your love for Mariko. That was one heck of a rollercoaster ride…for both of us, I hope.”

Helen nodded slowly to the elated auburn-haired girl on the other side of her debreasting booth wall as she struggled to regain her composure. Finally, she rasped with a sultry smile on her face, “I did it, Mariko! Now we are the same again…breastless girls. I know I embarrassed you as I accepted my debreasting…long overdue, considering the close call in high school I told you about…rather poorly…but I did it…to prove my love for you, my sweetheart. Show her Wanda! Show Mariko the lovely breasts you poached from my chest…and then see to it that they get delivered to the kitchen where they belong. I’ll meet you at the Game room door, Mariko my love…after I’ve been bandaged. I could really use a hug!”

Wanda watched in astonishment as the beautiful brunette disappeared back into the Game room, and then turned and smiled sheepishly as she held the severed D-cups out for an obviously proud Mariko to see. Wanda Maximoff shrugged her shoulders as Mariko, Mary, and Rachel turned as one and headed for the Game room door—she had a succulent pair of bacon lumps to deliver to the Final Fantasy kitchen!

Chapter 38. The Betrothal Party

“Nine breast bacon sandwiches for the reserved table, Libby,” Wanda proclaimed with a gleeful giggle as she set the two big bacon lumps on the silver tray at the kitchen counter food-ordering station.

“Actually, make it five sandwiches, Libby,” Cheryl corrected as she stepped past Wanda to enter the kitchen. “Bill, Oliver, Sue, and I will skip this round of sandwiches, Miss Wanda. Bill and Sue are watching their cholesterol, I’m watching my waistline, and Oliver wants to be hungry when his fillet is set before him. Tell the others I’ll rejoin you all as soon as I make sure everything is running smoothly.”

Wanda nodded to Cheryl, shrugged her shoulders, and smiled at Libby, before heading back to her table where she was greeted with grins from everyone except Sue, who looked more than a little agitated. “Yes, I had fun for the first time from the kitchen side of the debreasting portals!” Wanda announced with a sheepish smile on her face as she retook her seat.

“We could tell, Witchie!” Hank replied with a chuckle as he grinned at the big-breasted Avenger. “I’d even go so far as to say that was the most enthusiastic demolition of a pair of ta tas I’ve seen tonight…at least involving someone from this table.”

“Yeah, Wanda, now I really wish I could go ruin another set of tits!” Dinah chirped jovially with an ear-to-ear grin on her face. “This place is a real hoot if ruining hooters is your cup of tea! That means it really blows when you’ve been disqualified as a kitchen-side player because you got your own chest wrecked.”

“Indeed, friend Dinah, it is most disheartening to sit here flat-chested,” Diana chuckled softly as she fingered her chest bandages yet again, before nodding to the group of four before the Game room door. “I was most impressed, friend Wanda, for thou took yon brunette’s womanly orbs from her with thine own hands, rather than with the aid of advanced machinery. ‘Twas it not most empowering, to diminish her womanhood in such a manner?”

“Empowering?” Wanda asked thoughtfully as she watched Mariko and Helen embrace and kiss. “I don’t know about that, but I did find it exciting and, yes, enjoyable. I should go tell Helen I hope the best for her and Mariko…and tell her how much I….”

“Yes, Wanda, you should hurry over there and tell her how happy you were to help them solve the problem, well two of them really, that was troubling their romance,” Janet urged with a mischievous grin on her face. “Let them know how happy you were to make them a matched pair…of breastless girls.”

“Don’t listen to her, Wanda,” Sue hissed angrily as she frowned at Janet. “Your best friend is just trying to get you to piss those girls off so that the breasted one, Mary, will want to get even with you. Janet is trying to make sure she gets to see you getting debreasted before we go home tonight. She’s tricking you into earning bad karma!”

“Yes, I know that, Sue,” Wanda replied with a broad grin on her face as Cheryl retook her seat at the table. “Janet always wants to see me get my comeuppance…so long as it only results in a temporary setback. That she wants me to get debreasted tonight for her husband’s viewing pleasure has never been in doubt. Heck, I’m darn sure that everyone here, except maybe you, Sue, wants to see me getting debreasted before we leave Final Fantasy tonight.”

“Don’t worry, Sue,” Wanda whispered softly as she forced her eyes from the romantic embrace, “I knew what I was doing when I debreasted Helen with Mary standing right behind me. I thought things over, and came to realize that the Latino teacher would debreast me for my role in Rachel’s debreasting at the hands of Barbara, regardless of what I did with Helen, if the high school teachers are still here when next I fill a debreasting booth. Mary said they were probably leaving, now that Helen has been debreasted. If that’s the case, then nothing has changed. If not…I’ll wait a while, and keep an eye out for Mary checking out the Game room door. If I see her, I’ll wait even longer before trying to sneak into the Game room. If I get caught…well, I’ll return breastless to happy tablemates.”

“Please do, Miss Wanda!” Cheryl chided softly while grinning from ear-to-ear. “Anything you can do to add to Final Fantasy’s profit margin will be much appreciated. Besides, like Janet, I’d love to see you get knocked down a peg. As an added bonus, I’ll then be the biggest breasted girl at the table.”

“Before the end of the evening, maybe the only breasted girl at the table…unless we can figure a way to get you back into one of those debreasting booths, Cheryl,” Oliver interjected dryly as he grinned first at Sue and then at Cheryl, before turning to Bill Jennings. “Say, Bill, Wanda just gave me an idea for a suggestion. Why not line the walls of this place with big screen TV’s? The old fashioned high-definition flat screens, not your 3D hologram projectors! That way Wanda couldn’t sneak into the Game room, and there wouldn’t be as much of a need to crowd around events taking place on the dance floor or near the Game room door.”

“Great idea, Oliver, I don’t know why I didn’t think of that,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle as he winked at Cheryl, and then nodded to the foursome headed towards the main entrance area. “That would sure make those patrons sitting at the tables behind the kitchen area, as those high school teachers, evidently, are, feel part of all the action. As for getting Cheryl back into one of those debreasting booths, that’s not going to happen. She stays breasted, at least until she’s had a chance to risk her meat at Club X along with Wanda and a handful of X-girls.”

Wanda Maximoff smiled as Libby began distributing the sandwiches she had earned by debreasting Helen around the table, and then announced with a wicked grin on her face, “You know, Sue and Janet, I’ve been thinking. I think we needn’t bother looking for a replacement for Zatanna when we make our return trip to the dairy. I would hate to see Cheryl, who seems to have had more than her share of fun tonight putting girls of our ilk in their places, get disappointed and miss out in the fun of standing below debreasting pendulum blades after being milked dry. That would also vouchsafe her life and mine, and save me from having to see to the decimation of the X-girls at Club X. What do you two think?”

“I’m tempted to vote with you, Wanda,” Sue Richards replied softly with downturned eyes, “as I think you were both foolish to agree to the whole evening at Club X. On the other hand, I really like Cheryl, and if she loses her breasts, we would likely never see her again…not to mention that she would lose her dream of the fairytale ending coming true once and for all. What do you think, Janet?”

“I say we let these two squirm at Club X, and bring a substitute superheroine with us on dairy day,” Janet Van Dyne chortled with a mischievous grin on her face. “Besides, the X-Men have so many babes running around that ‘School For Gifted Children’ of theirs that they won’t miss a handful, and Wanda’s already claimed that she knows it’s going to turn out well for herself. However, I do think that whichever heroine we bring shouldn’t be told the full story. We tell her she’s going to be milked for a chance to visit the future and enjoy the fine dining. The debreasting pendulum blades and dinner menu should be a complete surprise, in my humble opinion. Jeese! These Helen sandwiches are great, Wanda. Thanks for doing me the favor of havesting the meat!”

“Well, sorry, Cheryl, but that kind of backs me into voting with Wanda,” Sue replied softly with genuine sorrow in her eyes.

“Actually, I just brought up the suggestion, I didn’t vote yet, Sue,” Wanda clarified with a wicked grin on her face. “And you’re welcome, Janet, the sandwich is great! You know, Cheryl, over at the debreasting booths, I got a good look at Mariko, the first un-bandaged post-medical-treatment breastless girl I’ve seen…other than the butcher here, Candace…that has had skin grafts. Her smooth, nippleless chest didn’t look THAT unattractive. I’m sure you’d enjoy your pension just fine without breasts. How do the skin grafts work, Bill? How would Cheryl here get her chest repaired after getting those D-cups lopped off under a swinging pendulum blade? Where do they get the skin from?”

“They don’t get the skin from anywhere, Wanda, they grow it from the existing skin around the margins of the chest wounds,” Bill replied with a chuckle as he glanced from Wanda to Cheryl and back again. “The healing beams at the insta-care facilities facilitate cellular repair and reproduction, much as I suspect Hank’s Chula device does. What our technology lacks is the ability to do the genetic mapping and replace missing material. Keeping in mind that it is standard procedure to remove any breast tissue not removed at the harvesting facility at the insta-care facility while cleaning the wounds, and, of course, that the nipples and areolas were lost during harvesting. Hence, there are no nipple or areola cells or breast tissue to reproduce during healing. Instead, the skin cells are reproduced, spreading inward to cover the wound, leaving the repaired chest flat and without nipples or areolas.”

“The wounds have to be fresh in order to facilitate the skin growth, and Candace is an example of what happens when a debreasted girl waits too long to get her wounds treated, Wanda,” Bill continued with a quirky smile on his face. “Now, what is up with you two? You and Cheryl have been going at each other for much of the night.”

“It’s not Miss Wanda, boss, it’s me!” Cheryl admitted with a sigh as she shrugged her shoulders. “I’m afraid it’s a continuation of a conversation Wanda and I had in the kitchen cooler. I guess I couldn’t put my competitiveness behind me, and I’ve been subconsciously trying knock these tourists down a peg from the pedestal some of us have put them on. Sorry, girls! I really like all of you. I probably deserve the pendulum blade, Wanda.”

Ignoring Cheryl, Wanda looked at Hank Pym, who was obviously deep in thought, and asked, “Does any of that help improve our understanding of the Chula device, Hank? Will it help you repair it if it breaks down…help you duplicate the device?”

“Maybe, Wanda,” Hank replied softly, “especially if I had the schem….”

“I’ll get them for you, Hank,” Wanda cut the scientist-cum-superhero off, “and get the best minds available to help you. Not for our, community, Bill,” Wanda added as she saw the disapproval beginning to form on the nightclub owners face, “we already have the Chula device for our needs and the needs of those that fight evil at our sides. While we need to be certain we can repair and continue to use the alien device for ourselves, mass producing such a device and giving it to the general public would cause as much havoc to our society as anything else imported from mankind’s future. That won’t happen! However, your community is ready for that technology. It could reduce the need for full conversions by making partial conversions repeatable. If I get us there, Cheryl, that’s when I’ll ask to hack your beautiful breasts off, not before. We will find a substitute superheroine for dairy day, but Janet, we only do it your way if it’s a girl that could handle getting a sudden debreasting and gynophagia sprung on her out of nowhere.”

“Thanks, Wanda,” Cheryl replied softly as she watched her boss chew over what had been said, no doubt thinking of the patent he would try to get if he could get the plans for the tissue regenerator from the time tourists, “for being so understanding. Tell you what. If you can get your duplicate of your Chula device to work, you can do my breasts yourself. I’ll let myself get debreasted once just to experience what it’s like…not to mention the resulting breast enhancements that come with the restoration!”

“Now, that we’ve got that settled,” Oliver Queen interjected dryly, “I’d like to know what is happening over there. Do you see the table with the three gals in evening gowns and the two gals in shorts. They’ve been in a heated discussion, pointing at the Game room door for a while. The gals in evening gowns seem to be trying to get the other two to take debreasting booths.”

“That table is celebrating Ashley’s, the short-haired blonde in the pink gym clothes, betrothal, Mr. Queen,” Libby announced as she arrived with yet another round of Lactic Blasters. “She had her dowry accepted this morning. The three papered girls are trying to get her to celebrate by getting a free orgasmatron beam treatment in the debreasting booth. She’s afraid to risk it, but it sounds like she might give in if she can talk her friend, Nikita, the huge-breasted redhead with the long hair in the white boy shorts and tube top, into joining her. Ashley thinks having the larger breasts hanging out of the debreasting portals might vouchsafe her own…and her chance at papers. Naturally, Nikita is reluctant to play the role of cheese for the kitchen-side mice.”

“Libby, you mustn’t talk about the conversations you overhear!” Cheryl interjected with displeasure on her face. “The customers have to know that staff won’t add to their risks as they enjoy our venue.”

“Sorry, Miss Cheryl,” Libby replied with a frown on her face, as she hurried to clear empty glasses. “I guess I thought this table is different. I’ll be back later for any empty sandwich plates.”

“Well, I’m not sorry she did that, Cheryl,” Oliver Queen replied dryly as he glanced back to the prenuptial party, “because that blonde, Ashley, I think it was, is just the girl I’ve been looking for to make my final debreasting booth victim. Her friend, Nikita, she said her name was, might suit you as well, Hank!”

“How big do you think their ta tas are, Janet?” Hank Pym asked softly as he gazed behind him at the table of five while nodding slowly.

“It’s a bit of guesswork, with their puppies stuffed in sports bras or tube tops, high pockets,” Janet Van Dyne replied jovially, “but I would say E-cups for Nikita and C-cups for Ashley. As Ashley had her dowry accepted, I’d bet she’s carrying perfect-shaped puppies. Nikita’s could be droopers. Any other takes on Hank’s question, girls?”

“They each could be a cup size larger, if the sports bra or tube top is on the tight side, but your guess is as good as any, Janet,” Dinah chirped softly with a grin on her face. “Now, if you boys and girls don’t stop scoping those girls’ tits out, you’ll spook them and they’ll never enter the Game room. Try not to look their way!”

“Good advice from the most practiced bacon hunter at the table,” Wanda acknowledged with a friendly smile on her face as she locked eyes with Cheryl. “If you managed to get your dowry accepted, Cheryl, would you be contemplating risking your perfect D-cups for a free orgasmatron treatment?”

“Not a chance, Wanda,” Cheryl replied softly. “The fact that Ashley’s dowry has been accepted means her father spent what would amount to several years’ salary for my dad. If Ashley gets her bacon poached tonight, the would-be groom keeps the dowry and her father wastes his money. I would never disrespect my father that way. Not that I have to worry about that happening. My dad just barely lives comfortably as it is on his salary. I’ll never have a dowry, so if I’m to get offered papers, I’ll have to earn them another way…such as showing my willingness to risk my meat in the death games at Club X.”

“You’ll be fine, sweetie,” Sue assured the blonde nightclub manager in her most soothing voice. “Wanda will be there with you to look after you. Just play the games bravely and never give up hope, and you’ll go home safe and with some exciting memories. Maybe you’ll even earn the whole fairytale ending. A kind and intelligent Grade-A girl like you would make a fine wife for any man. Wouldn’t she, Bill?”

“Yes, Susan, Cheryl would make a fine wife for any man, just as she made a fine waitress and makes a fine facilities manager,” Bill Jennings admitted softly as he nodded his head at a badly blushing Cheryl. “However, Cheryl will also make fine meat, and it will be my job as her escort at Club X a few weeks from now to give her every opportunity to do just that.”

“Thou art a single-minded man, friend Bill, as you seek to fill thy empty belly,” Princess Diana of Themyscira observed with a crooked smile on her face. “Mayhap thy single-mindedness will see thee trade the treasure for the gold coin, thinking of how the coin will purchase a single night’s repast, and ignoring the overfull larder the treasure itself could be traded for.”

“You’re wasting your breath, Princess,” Janet interjected with a mischievous grin on her face, “despite the brilliant ploy of using a food analogy. The boys at Club X aren’t trying to feed themselves during the Saturday night death games…they’re trying to provide an overabundance of meat for the Sunday picnic feast, so they won’t have to cull too many sows from their family herds to keep the celebrators’ bellies full. Speaking of meat, in this case breasts, four out of five of the girls in the debreasting booths are moaning in pleasure. In another minute, there will be plenty of room for Ashley and Nikita. If only a couple of really big-breasted girls….”

“Don’t anyone look, but two sets of double D’s just parked themselves outside the Game room door, and Ashley and Nikita are nervously discussing their options while their papered friends egg them on,” Wanda announced as she stole a glimpse at the betrothal party table as she took a long drink of Lactic Blaster after stuffing the last bite of Helen sandwich in her mouth. “Eat up, Hank, because I’d bet my breasts that a set of E-cups and a set of perfect-shaped C-cups will soon join those droopy double-D’s in entering the Game room. I think you boys are about to get your chances to debreast the reluctant sows you were hoping to end your careers as debreastors with!”

It was a difficult struggle to keep from looking towards the Game room door as the occupants of the reserved table patiently waited for the sighing in the debreasting booths to end. Finally, a half minute after four of the debreasting booths had been emptied, leaving only a set of swooping B-cups hanging out of debreasting booth 2’s portals, Wanda heard the Game room door open. She glanced at Janet’s excited face, and then past her to see Ashley push Nikita through the Game room door, take one last look around to verify no one was scoping her out, and follow her friend inside. “They’re in, boys!” Wanda spat triumphantly while Hank stuffed the last of his Helen sandwich into his mouth. “I suggest you step out onto the dance floor and wait for your fun to begin.”

“Let’s stand here out of sight until we’re sure they’ve got their debreasting options locked in, Hank old buddy,” Oliver Queen whispered softly as he and Hank reached the nightclub’s back wall, near the inside rear corner of the dance floor. “Then we’ll slide over and give them the bad news. You go ahead and pluck Nikita’s big knockers out of the debreasting portals when you’ve had enough of slobbering all over them. Show the harvested melons to Ashley before you deposit them at the kitchen. Then, I’ll do my best to get Ashley to beg for the mercy she’s not going to get.”

“Sounds like a plan, Ollie…shhhh…I can hear the booth attendant talking,” Hank Pym replied with a silly grin on his face.

Oliver nodded and smiled, and then nodded again, this time to the debreasting portals as a pair of drooping double D’s were pushed through booths 3 and 4’s debreasting portals, and the booth attendant, Jane, could be heard giving instructions to the sow in booth 5. Seconds later, Jane’s voice grew louder as she gave the same directions to the sow in booth 1. Both 21^st Century superheroes had to choke off chuckles as they received pleasant surprises. Ashley’s perfect breasts, now pushed through booth 5’s portals, turned out to be D-cups rather than C-cups, and Nikita’s E-cups, which were scraped through booth 1’s portals a second later, turned out to be perfect shaped rather than droopy.

Hank’s silly grin became sillier as he impatiently waited to make an incredibly bountiful harvest. He locked eyes with his bearded friend’s, and watched Oliver shake his head. The Justice Leaguer was being overly cautious, Hank thought, in wanting to make sure the sows had time to finish getting their debreasting options entered onto the computer screens inside the debreasting booths. Thirty seconds later, the sow in booth 2 began moaning in pleasure as she entered the final minute of her booth stint, accompanied by giggles from all four of the new debreasting booth game players.

Oliver Queen nodded to the Avenger beside him, before stepping past the huge breasts hanging out of booth 1’s debreasting portals, eliciting a gasp of fear and surprise from Nikita, to lift the swooping B-cups protruding from booth 2’s debreasting portals. The sow in booth 2 immediately sighed loudly as the threat of an imminent debreasting sent her plunging into climax. After several seconds, the sow behind booth 2’s opaque window asked in a shivering voice, “Are you here to poach my breast bacon, Sir?”

“Well, I don’t know, sow,” Oliver chortled back as he tugged gently on the tips of the swooping breasts before him, “that sort of depends on whether I take a fancy to these tender chest ornaments of yours, and the debreasting options you’re trying to lose them with. However, I will say, we are definitely here to harvest melons out of the debreasting portals.” Oliver chuckled as the sow on the other side of the debreasting booth wall began issuing a cross between gasps of horror and sighs of ecstasy.

“We?” burst from Nikita’s throat as the words from the bearded blonde to her left sunk in to her befuddled mind. “Oh, GOD! That means….”

“That’s right, sow,” Hank Pym chuckled as he quickly stepped onto the dance floor and hefted a brownish-pink-tipped E-cup upward in the palm of each hand, “that means Ollie left these for me, while he evidently plans on choosing one of the other four sets. Me, on the other hand, I’m quite happy where I am. What’s your name, sow? We might as well have a nice chat while we play the debreasting booth game together.”

“Nikita, sir,” the huge-breasted redhead behind booth 1’s opaque booth window replied in a quivering voice. “Oh, God! I knew I shouldn’t have let myself get talked into this. If you’ll give me a pass, sir, and harvest the bacon from one of those girls carrying double D’s, I’ll leave with you and let you have your way with me. I’ll let you give me a piglet to donate to The Orphanage!”

“I knew this would be fun, Hank, my friend!” Oliver announced gleefully as he listened to Nikita’s useless bargaining and stared at the computer screen next to booth 2’s booth window. “Let’s see what debreasting options I’ll get to use to harvest these little B-cups with.” Oliver chuckled as he heard the sow inside the booth choke off a moan of pleasure as she waited for him to pronounce sentence on her swooping B-cups. “Laser beam slicer from above at medium speed, and none of the painful sub-options. Too tame, and these breasts are too small for my tastes anyhow.” Oliver laughed loudly as the sow in booth 2 sighed, first in relief, and then in orgasm, as he stepped to his right, and the sow in booth 3 gasped in fearful trepidation.

“Sorry, Nikita, I’ve had my fill of sex, for a while at least,” Hank Pym replied as he grinned into debreasting booth 1’s opaque window. “Let’s check your debreasting options and see how these pretty fun bags are going to get totaled, shall we?” Hank’s grin widened as he heard Nikita groan in despair, and, as he examined the computer screen before him, spat excitedly, “Snippers on medium speed! I was hoping I would get to see this debreasting option put to use up close tonight. To be honest, I’m so jazzed I’m not even disappointed that you left docking and declitting off the table. Why don’t you tell me about yourself, Nikita, while I get started with my breast pleasuring? How old are you? What do you do for a living?”

“Now these are nice big knockers!” Oliver declared as he lifted the pale-skinned droopy double D’s hanging from booth 3’s debreasting portals upward by pinching the sow’s brownish-pink nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers. “How did you choose to get them harvested, sow, if I or someone else choose to haul really big bacon lumps to the kitchen counter.”

“I’m twenty, Sir, and I’m a salesgirl at a furniture store,” Nikita replied softly to Hank before moaning in pleasure as she felt the handsome blonde male before her debreasting booth begin suckling her turgid nipples. “If you were civic-minded sir, you’d use one of the other girl’s assets to make your sandwiches with. I’ll provide a lot more food as a dairy cow…when my number finally comes up in the Lottery.”

“Yes, Sir, my double D’s are pretty hefty,” the blonde behind the opaque booth window agreed with Oliver with both pride and regret. “Even though I was hoping for a free orgasmatron treatment when I agreed to join Ming-Na in the Game room, I knew I might get my bacon poached. I selected scissors as my debreasting option, but added one breast at a time and a medium slow speed setting to make sure my pleasure beam intensity is pretty high. Are going to slap my debreast button, Sir?”

“I could say that I’m lactose intolerant, sow,” Hank Pym chided softly as he paused in his suckling, “but that wouldn’t quite be true. Don’t you think our little game together would be a lot more fun, Nikita, if we were perfectly honest with each other. Now, to be frank, I gauged you to be Grade A meat when I saw you at the Game room door. They don’t use Grade A’s as dairy cows, even those carrying monster ta tas like these, do they?” Hank grinned around the redhead’s right nipple as she gasped and moaned and groaned as he resumed his breast pleasuring.

“I like your debreasting options, sow,” Oliver Queen replied to booth 3’s opaque window over the sighs of climax still issuing from booth 2, “so I might change my mind, but these breasts might be a tad pale and just a touch large to fill the bill for me. Let’s see what Ming-Na has to offer me!” Oliver stepped to his right and, as the blonde in booth 3 gasped in relief, the sow in booth 4 giggled excitedly. The was replaced with a moan of pleasure as Oliver gently suckled one nipple and then the other, before asking, “What’s your story, sow?”

Nikita struggled to regain her composure as she felt her huge breasts begin to glow with pleasure, before finally admitting, “Yes, Sir, while trying to save my big balloons from being popped…I wasn’t being totally truth…. Oh, GOD! That feels good! You have a good eye for meat, Sir! I was pregraded Grade A! I lied…because I like being Grade A meat, Sir. If you harvest my breast bacon I’ll become….”

“I’m a smaller girl than Liz is, Sir,” Ming-Na replied to the bearded blonde male before her opaque booth window in a cheerful sing-song, “so my double D-cups just might ‘fill the bill’, Sir. If you decide to poach my bacon, you can turn my tender breasts into frappe′ pulp using the blenders on one breast at a time on medium speed. Sorry, but I’m being a bit stingier with my clitoris. If either Liz or I get our offered donations to the worldwide food chain accepted, we get cunnilingus from the other as a reward. If my final fantasy comes true, we will be locked in a sixty-nine position all night long. Do you fancy some frappe′, Sir?

“You’ll be Grade B meat,” Hank chortled softly as he paused again with his breast suckling, “and likely miss out on your chance to live roast over hot coals. Get, used to it, Nikita! There will be no horizontal poll dance for you. When you roast, it will be as a long pig, because I have my mind set on hauling your massive ta tas to the kitchen counter. Don’t worry, though, I won’t slap your debreast button until the sow in the debreasting booth next to you is done sighing in…. Ah! If I’m not mistaken, that is the sound of booth restraints releasing. Yep! There go the swooping B-cups! There’s nothing stopping us from bringing our game to culmination now, Nikita! What do you say about that?”

“It’s about time that racket ended,” Oliver Queen announce dryly as he released the set of droopy DD-cups he had been kneeding in the palms of his hands. “Sorry, Ming-Na, but if only one of you two is going to be receiving cunnilingus, it’s going to be Liz. While your big knockers are about the right size, they might have just a tad too much melanin and I’m not in the mood for desert. However, before I step back to my left and get the scissors to work shearing off Liz’s big melons,” Oliver chuckled as Liz gasped in fearful apprehension, “I guess I should see what the sow in booth 5 has to offer.” Oliver’s chuckle became louder as the perfect D-cups hanging out of booth 5’s debreasting portals began to visibly shiver as the blonde behind the booth’s window desperately tried to choke off the terror-filled moans issuing from her throat.”

“I’d say doing this debreasting booth stint was a really stupid idea,” Nikita replied forlornly. “As you’ve made your attentions clear, Sir, I’ll stop begging and bartering in attempt leave this debreasting booth in the same condition I entered it. Please go back to your breast pleasuring, Sir. I want you to make me really, really regret letting a girl I considered my best friend talk me into this dumb-ass stunt!”

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Oliver Queen asked rhetorically as he hefted Ashley’s perfect D-cups upward to gauge their weight, one in the palm of each hand. “Your breasts are perfectly shaped, sow, and your skin silky smooth. Same question I asked Ming-Na! What’s your story, sow?”

“NO!” Ashley gasped in abject terror. “No! Please don’t play the debreasting booth game with me, Sir! I’m just a stupid girl who chose the absolutely stupidest time to get talked into getting a free orgasmatron treatment. Please! Please…go back to booth 3 and play the debreasting booth game with the girl…Liz…in there. I can’t…can’t have my life…ruined tonight…tonight of all nights!”

“Ah, come on, sow,” Oliver chided softly as he rotated his thumbs around Ashley’s brownish-pink rock-hard nipples, “don’t be like that! Getting these nice ripe grapefruits plucked out of these debreasting portals won’t ruin your life. There are lots of debreasted girls running around having the time of their lives. Hell, I got three of them sitting at my table! Now, let’s hear it! What is your name, how old are you, what do you do for a living, and what is so special about tonight? Answer me, sow, while I give you a bit of nipple suckling. When you’re done, I’ll check your debreasting options, before letting Liz know if she gets a reprieve of not.”

Ashley bit her lip, as she felt warm lips and a wet tongue go to work on her left nipple, and then heard her moans of pleasure join Nikita’s. She didn’t want to answer the man who might ruin her life, but she didn’t want to anger him either, so she admitted, “My name is Ashley, Sir…and I’m nineteen. I work in my dad’s clothing store…and he just had…my dowry accepted. To celebrate my engagement…some married friends talked me into visiting Final Fantasy. They said it was the ice-hottest debreasting booth club in the city…and that we’d have lots of fun. Once here…they talked me into trying for a free orgasmatron treatment…to get climaxed…to celebrate my marriage on Sunday. I made Nikita…. OH, GOD! Please don’t ruin my chance to get papers…to live a long life free of the Lottery!”

“Well, Ashley, the way I see it, it won’t be me that ruined your life if I pluck these lovely grapefruits off of your chest,” Oliver replied dryly as he straightened up and stared with gleaming green eyes into the opaque booth window. “I didn’t make you offer your breast bacon up as a donation to the worldwide food chain, did I? If I were you, I’d be upset with the girls who talked you into this, and if I were Nikita, I’d be upset with you! Okay, let’s check your debreasting options, and give Liz the news…good or bad.”

Oliver Queen glanced over to the computer screen next to Ashley’s opaque booth window and grinned like a Cheshire cat, while chortling “You’re double D’s are safe, at least from me, Liz! Ashley here also chose the scissors as her debreasting option, but on dead slow. She selected simultaneous, and, unfortunately for her, I really get impatient when I’m holding one breast bacon lump and have to wait for the other to change ownership. I’ve found my sandwich meat, Hank, old buddy!”

“NO!” Ashley shrilled hoarsely from within booth 5. “NO! Please don’t debreast me! Let me out of here! Booth attendant, I need these restraints released! NOW! Damn it!” The young blonde violently bucked and pushed and twisted as she tried desperately to free herself from the tight booth restraints, and then began bawling as she heard the booth attendant, Jane, giggling softly behind her.

“So you have, Ollie,” Hank Pym replied with a silly grin on his face as he straightened up and glanced to his right to watch the Justice Leaguer suckling the tip of a perfect left D-cup while the right D-cup bounced and giggled ever so slightly. Hank suddenly realized the booth restrains must REALLY secure the sows’ chests tightly against the inner booth walls! “The sandwich meat isn’t nearly as happy as you seem to be about it though, judging from the sounds coming out of that debreasting booth. Why don’t you try to get Ashley calmed down, and ready to get her pretty balloons popped! In the meantime….” Hank reached up and pressed booth 1’s red debreast button.

“Slapped!” Janet Van Dyne squealed triumphantly over Nikita’s long drawn out, “NOOOOooooo!” “Hank did it! I wonder what options that huge-breasted redhead selected for my husband to knock off her puppies with. It must be one of the third-tier methods. Listen to those moans that scream intense sexual pleasure mixed with horror and trepidation!”

“Listen to those mechanical sounds, Janet,” Wanda suggested with a knowing grin on her face, “while we watch your husband do everything he can to really make Nikita regret the fact that she’s about to have those huge E-cups snuffed. I bet you can figure it out!”

“Yeah, Wanda, I got it already,” Janet chortled gleefully. “It’s the snippers! Those are the sounds of short, metal arms rotating from vertical positions in the upper and lower corners of the booth, to horizontal positions, and wide, sharp, 3-foot-long blades unfolding from above and below the rods, respectively. Now that the clickity-clack sounds are done, you can hear the faint scrape as the rods rise and lower in their tracks to position sharp blade edges exactly one foot from the top and bottom surfaces of the Nikita’s huge breasts.” Nikita screamed in terror, and Janet chuckled, “And THAT tells you that the upper blade is just lowering downward in front of the huge-breasted sow’s face!”

“The poor dear must be terrified as she stares at that razor-sharp blade descending towards the tops of her tender breasts,” Sue observed softly as she fought a losing battle to keep the smile of satisfaction from forming on her face and the gleam of excitement from beaming from her blue eyes. “I wonder if she can see the blade rising upward towards the drapes of her boobies as well? At least Hank is giving his breast pampering his full attention. If Nikita can overcome her fearful dread, she’ll enjoy the way her breasts glow with pleasure…for a while.”

“Yes, friend Sue,” Diana chuckled softly, “bringing friends Hank and Oliver to friend Bill’s most amazing venue may provide a most unexpected boon, for friends Janet and Dinah, at least. Those two men are learning well one aspect of the art of foreplay!” Diana gave Dinah a look of disapproval as the ponytailed blonde burst into laughter, before adding, “I must admit, I find these ‘snippers’, as thou call them, a rather attractive method to have one’s femininity diminished by. What think thee, friend Wanda?”

“I agree with you, Diana,” Wanda replied softly with a crooked grin on her face, “watching a sow getting her girls pinched off between two razor sharp blades makes me…well…it makes me….”

“Wet?” Dinah interjected, before bursting yet again into laughter. “Come on, tell the truth, the snippers are one of the debreasting options you’d like to get your ample chest wrecked with isn’t it, Wanda?”

“Yes, WET!” Wanda replied red-faced, “You can’t tease me, Dinah, as I stopped denying my strange affinity for being debreasted a month ago. I organized our first girls’ night out for the sole purpose of getting me and my friends debreasted in this venue where doing so seems right and natural, remember? The fact that we’re competing with each other to not get debreasted, so we can make those that do go home breastless dance a strip tease for our male teammates, doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy it every time I fail in that competition. If we continue to periodically come to Final Fantasy over the coming months or years, I mean to give most of the debreasting methods a try. The snippers are high on my to-do list…I may even try them on my third booth stint tonight…assuming I make it that far.”

“What debreasting option are you going to select for your second booth stint, Wanda?” Sue asked softly with obvious interest. “I’m guessing you’re still trying to win that competition, despite your ‘affinity’ for getting yourself debreasted. I’m interested in the strategy you mean to employ.”

“Yes, Sue, I want to win the competition…once,” Wanda replied softly with chagrin on her face. “Paying attention to what’s going on tonight, it’s hard to tell whether, all else being equal, the bacon hunters are more attracted to the debreasting methods they know, or the debreasting methods they haven’t much experience with. Although we’ve seen a lot of girls debreasted with the laser beam slicer and the circular saw tonight, I’m going theorize that most of the girls that left the Game room breasted selected either one of those two methods or the guillotine blade. I selected the laser beam slicer on my first booth stint tonight, and I’ve already tasted the guillotine blade thanks to the Riddler, so I’m going to test that theory with the circular saw.”

“Great theory, Wanda,” Dinah chirped with a mirthful grin on her face, “but even if you’re right, you also plan on taunting the kitchen-side players by offering to let them dock you. You’re going to get your tits wrecked with a buzz saw! You’ve been awfully quiet, Cheryl. What’s on your to-do list for getting your pretty chest wrecked with?”

“Not having you girls’ do-over advantage, Miss Dinah,” Cheryl replied softly with a look of astonishment on her face, “I’ll stick with the option I selected earlier tonight when you girls had me in one of those bacon traps…razor-wire loops. Frankly, even if we had the tissue regenerator technology available to us, I’d be tempted to allow myself to be debreasted only once…to see what it is like and for the additional breast upgrade advantages…and I just might not give in to those temptations at all. I think I’ll check to see how things are going in the kitchen.”

“Don’t you just love the unique way these girls look at the world, Cheryl?” Bill Jennings chuckled softly as he watched his manager stand with a look of total perplexity on her face. “I sure do! It would break my heart if they stopped visiting us, although I must insist they continue to see our culture for what it is, and live with the consequences of their visits if they don’t!”

As Cheryl shook her head and hurried away, Janet spat facetiously, “You don’t call four girls of our ilk converted to meat, six rooted out pleasure buttons, and ten sets of sweater puppies converted to bacon, living with the consequences, Bill? Come on, it would hurt your pocket book as well as break your heart if we put an end to Wanda’s girls’ nights out. That’s not even counting all of the Final Fantasy patrons’ breasts we’ve sent to your kitchen! Speaking of which, there’s the glint of razor-sharp metal at the top of debreasting booth 1’s portals. My husband is about to add a really huge set of bacon lumps to your profit margin, Bill Jennings!”

Hank Pym chuckled at the sounds coming from booth 1 one following Nikita’s long drawn out scream of terror. He had no way of knowing that the panicky gasps mixed from moans of sexual pleasure were due to the sight of the sharp upper blade of the snippers being lowered in front of the opaque booth window. He had no way of knowing that the sudden holding of the redheaded sow’s breath followed by a brief and futile struggle to get free of her debreasting booth restraints had been caused by the blade’s pause in its downward movement when its sharp edge was within twelve inches of the upper bases of her huge breasts, followed by the much slower resumption of movement that signified her debreasting speed settings had been implemented. Then Nikita’s desperate struggle to free herself ended abruptly as the orgasmatron emitter force a massive climax from her loins, and the sow sighed loudly in intense ecstasy.

The moans of mindless orgasm had continued for several minutes, while the 21^st Century superhero had suckled and tweaked the sow’s nipples and rubbed and tickled her huge but doomed breasts, before Hank suddenly warned with unbridled excitement, “Take a deep breath, sow, and try to regain your composure. I can see the edge of the upper snipper blade at the top of your breast portals, closing downward very slowly. I assume the lower blade is also past the lower edge of your portal, hidden by the droops of your huge ta tas. They’ll touch your skin in a few seconds, and then I bet the pleasure beam emitters become even more intense. We’re going to have one hell of blast, my soon to be not-so-busty busty babe!”

Nikita responded with rapid, labored breaths as abject terror filled her soul, and she forgot about the intense pleasure glowing between her legs, despite the fact that the handsome man before her had returned to his breast suckling. A handful of seconds later, the huge-breasted redhead felt the edges of the snipper blades simultaneously touch the tops and bottoms of her breasts, and sensed a devious pause in their movement. Nikita gasped as terror threatened to overwhelm her, and then sighed loudly in bliss as she felt the insidious pleasure beams step up in intensity.

For several seconds, that seemed like eternity, the huge-breasted sow had struggled to regain control of her body, and stifle the loud sighs and gasps of ecstasy by concentrating on her breasts, and the horror at the thought of the pain she was about to be subjected to. Nikita could feel the sharp edges pressing upward and downward at the apex and bottom of her breast bases. She imagined the indentations into her tender breast skin that the cold steel had to be making. Nikita feared the change in the sensation, and the horrid pronouncement that change would make.

All the while the handsome man on the other side of her booth wall was sucking and tweaking her nipples to make her understand what her imminent debreasting would mean—a soft and gentle glow of sensual pleasure that soon she could never feel again. Then she gasped! The man before her had suddenly stopped his alternating suckling of one nipple and then the other, was tugging firmly outward on her turgid nipples. Nikita felt an itch! The redheaded sow drowned in orgasm as the overwhelming reality hit her—twin popping pins had been applied to each of her treasured breast balloons! Cold steel had parted Nikita’s skin—the severing of breasts from chest had begun!

Hank Pym knew the sudden sighs of climax being issued by the huge-breasted sow before him meant the main event had begun in earnest. As he examined the debreasting portals and the massive breasts hanging out of them, he could see the glint of steel atop Nikita’s breasts, and steel just to the sides of the drooped bottom of her massive bust. Suddenly he noticed the slight curvatures in the edge of the upper blade. It had sliced ever so slightly into the apexes of Nikita’s breasts, and the curvatures were slowly growing wider. The change in ownership of Nikita’s huge breasts had begun.

Hand Pym turned to Oliver Queen, who was busy suckling on the tips of Ashley’s D-cups, first one nipple and then the other, eliciting moans that screamed of both fearful trepidation and unwanted pleasure, and calmly announced, “My sow’s getting steel fed into the bases of her breasts now, Ollie. You and Ashley can take over the spotlight in another few minutes. Nikita sounds like she’s having a super great time. I’m sure the almost-bride-to-be will too!” Hank chuckled as he heard Nikita moan in despair between orgasmic sighs while Ashley again bucked in her restraints and begged for the booth attendant to free her.

The master-of-all-sizes glanced back down to the debreasting portals before him, and could see that the upper blade had cut about a quarter inch into the top of Nikita’s breasts. The scientist-cum-superhero reasoned the lower blade was also likely buried a similar depth into the bottom of the redhead’s ta tas, under the drapes of her big breasts. Hank could see a slowly widening thin red line of parted skin, and announce softly, “The snippers are buried deep enough to draw blood now, though surprisingly little leaking is occurring. You sound like those pleasure beams are making our debreasting game fun, Nikita. I really hope that is so. It’s the only thing you’re going to get in exchange for trading these big ta tas to me!” He was rewarded with a howl of mournful regret, followed by more sighs and gasps of climax.

“Jeese, Janet,” Dinah Lance chortled softly with an ear-to-ear grin on her face as she stared out to debreasting booth 1’s portals, “Hank really, really looks like he is enjoying himself out there this time. It looks like the boys were right to target reluctant donators for their chest wrecking victims. I love the way that horror and regret colors that huge-breasted sow’s gasps of pain!”

“As well as yon sow’s sighs of pleasure, friend Dinah,” Princess Diana added softly while chuckling gleefully. “The pleasure beam emitter serves its insidious purpose in yon booth. Clearly the one called Nikita is getting many orgasms forced on her as she stands locked in yon booth’s unyielding restraints. It is those sounds of sexual ecstasy, mixed with the sounds of horror and regret at having her womanhood diminished, that allows a kind-hearted male like friend Hank to enjoy what he is now doing despite the agony his actions force upon the redhead in yon booth.”

“Why, thank you, Princess,” Janet Van Dyne replied with obvious delight as she bounced on her chair and took in the ongoing debreasting, “for the kind words about my husband. I knew the boys would really enjoy debreasting girls. I just didn’t realize how important a role a sow’s relative willingness to part with her puppies would play in determining how much enjoyment the kitchen-side player gets out of their part of the debreasting booth game. In this case, Hank and Ollie seem to really enjoy playing the role of the Riddler as he stole Wanda’s big moneymakers, thinking he was maiming her for the rest of her life to show the superheroines of the world that their interference with criminal activity could have serious repercussions.”

“Beyond the bondage and gang rape we usually get when we get captured by the bad guys, Janet,” Dinah chirped with a mischievous grin on her face as she nodded to the now empty milk picture in the center of the table, “or the forced milkings we get from the Dr. Lactose types? Yes, the Riddler set the bar higher for the community of villains, in terms of what they do to heroines who make the mistake of getting caught or defeated, when he did Wanda dirty. I suspect nothing is off the table now…but then I guess it really never was.”

“You’ve all probably heard whispers,” Dinah continued in a hushed tone, “about me and Ollie’s encounter with a west coast drug lord and his hired thugs, right after I opened my Sherwood Florist store…whispers probably referred to as ‘the Longbow Hunters affair’. I went undercover to get the goods on the drug gang, and got caught! The drug lord wanted to find out how much dirt I had on him. I ended up hanging from the ceiling by my wrists, naked, in front of an ex-government master interrogator with a knife. While he didn’t remove any of my body parts, as the Riddler did with Wanda’s breasts, the interrogator sliced my hide open just about anywhere you could imagine…including my tits, throat, and face…and was just in the process of gutting me when Ollie found us and killed him and his friends with his arrows.”

“I kept a whole team of plastic surgeons busy for weeks after that,” Dinah giggled softly with a look of embarrassment on her face, “not to mention Zatanna and her healing spells that prevented me from wearing scars…at least the visible kind. The throat wound cost me my Canary cry for a while…until I was healed in Ra’s Al Ghul’s Lazarus Pits. While that bastard with the knife didn’t make me talk, he’s been in my nightmares ever since. Well he’s gone as of tonight! I proved to myself that I’m not afraid of the knife when I got slowly debreasted with one by Shada!”

“You poor dear!” Sue replied softly with sorrow in her blue eyes. “Yes, there were rumors that something terrible had happened to you…just as there were rumors about Wanda’s setback with the Riddler…but we never guessed it could be something so horrid…so traumatic! I truly hope that our visit to Final Fantasy tonight will help put that nightmarish event behind you…as this venue has helped Wanda’s mind to heal.”

“Yep, being a superheroine can really blow when you get caught in a bad situation,” Janet Van Dyne interjected with a quirky smile on her face as she paused in her chair bouncing. “The true measure of a hero is to be able to continue taking the risks despite getting caught in those bad situations. You and Wanda have both proved your mettle in that respect. One of the reasons I like Wanda’s girls’ nights out to Bill’s nightclub is that it gives me a chance to prove my mettle, as someone on this side of the debreasting booths does to me what my husband is doing to Nikita…she looks to be about half popped, by the way…by accepting pain and pleasure without letting on how much I’m enjoying both. I like to show my moxie off!”

“Mayhap, now that all have proven their mettle in this fine venue at least once, it would be more liberating to enjoy playing the debreasting booth games as normal women,” Diana observed softly after taking a sip of Lactic Blaster and nodding to booth 1’s debreasting portals. “Mayhap putting aside the expectations that come with being a famous heroine, would better allow one to fully embrace the experience of getting one’s womanhood diminished? ‘Twould certainly seem that embracing one’s reluctance to being a debreasting booth victim brings much satisfaction to the one performing the role of debreastor!”

“Yes, it does, doesn’t it, Diana?” Wanda Maximoff replied thoughtfully as she watched sharp metal continue to be buried deeper and deeper into Nikita’s massive E-cups and the silly grin widen on Hank’s face. “I certainly wouldn’t mind the freedom of not having to continually fight to maintain my composure as I’m being debreasted. Still, giving into the pain and the pleasure beams would bring a tremendous amount of embarrassment…considering my friends and fellow superheroes would be watching. Could you do it, Diana? Could you just go with the flow and howl in pain or sigh in ecstasy as the urge to do so struck you?”

“No, friend Wanda, I could not,” Princess Diana of Themyscira replied more haughtily than she might have imagined, “for I am an Amazon warrior and offspring of the Gods, and I am destined to be my tribe’s Queen. However, I would not think less of another heroine who found herself able to ‘go with the flow’ as thou put it. If thou find thee worrying about what friends Oliver and Hank might think as thou surrender to pain and pleasure, remind the males that this is a vacation from our responsibilities as superheroine role models, and that they will likely find more joy should thou have thy womanhood diminished while taking said vacation.” Dinah burst into laughter as she took in the confused consternation on Wanda and Sue’s faces.

“These huge melons of yours are seventy-five percent severed, Nikita,” Hank Pym declared gleefully as he pinched hard on the turgid brownish-pink nipples he was tugging outward on. “Are you enjoying this as much as it sounds like you are?”

“No, you bastard, I’m not!” Nikita hissed back in mid sigh of climax. “I don’t want to get my bacon poached…because it hurts like hell! I’m not stupid though! What I want doesn’t matter. I just wish I was done and out of this damn booth!”

“That will be about a minute from now, sow,” Hank replied with a chuckle as he stared into the debreasting portals to see the double cutouts on each metal blade, and the rivulet’s of blood trickling down the lower one. “While these snipper blades are moving pretty slowly, and scraping breast tissue from chest muscle as they do so, there’s two of them and they’re closing on each other. These huge ta tas of yours will be toast before you know it!” Hank Pym grinned as his pronouncement sent Nikita back into mindless climax.

“Do you hear that Ashley?” Oliver Queen asked dryly as he paused in his breast pleasuring to stare into booth 5’s opaque window. “Your redheaded friend’s big balloons are running out of air, and she likes it! When she’s fully popped, it will be your turn to feel the popping pin. I guess using Nikita as bacon hunter bait didn’t serve the purpose you hoped it would. It didn’t distract the bacon hunters from your tender lumps, it just attracted more hunters!” Oliver chuckled loudly as he heard Ashley moan in despair. Then, as Nikita’s moans of orgasm suddenly carried more undertones of pain, which Oliver guessed meant the closing steel blades had reached the nerve clusters leading to the redhead’s erect nipples, the Green Arrow’s soft chuckle became gleeful laughter as Ashley again began bucking in her booth restraints and begging to be set free.

Hank Pym chuckled at Oliver’s taunting, before returning his attention to Nikita’s huge breasts. The edges of the slowly closing blades weren’t far apart! Hank wiggled the turreted nipples he was tugging on and watched the wounds in the upper and lower bases of the redhead’s breasts open and close around the moving steel, eliciting a gasp of terror-filled surprise from the sow in booth 1. Nikita’s huge ta tas were very loose on her chest. “You’re almost breastless, sow!” Hank announced with obvious satisfaction as he stared into the opaque booth window with the widest of grins. “Let’s hear you climax in ecstasy as you pony up the sandwich meat!”

“NOOOOOoooooo!” Nikita shrilled mournfully from within debreasting booth 1. “You’re killing…my beautiful breasts! My breasts…they hurt…so bad…my privates…they feel…so GOOD! Oh…GOD…this feels…ICE-HOT! ASHLEY…I forgive you…you stuck up…BITCH!” Nikita issued another long sigh of mournful ecstasy as her orgasmatron emitter kicked up in intensity one final time, and as her huge E-cups came free and dropped downward to tug on Hank’s hands.

“OH HELL YEAH!” Hank Pym called out triumphantly as the huge breasts rotated to hang nipples up, dangling from his pinching thumbs and fingers, while he heard the sounds of booth restraints releasing on the other side of booth 1’s wall and Janet hollering “POPPED!” behind him. “Here they are, Nikita!” Hank taunted jubilantly as he thrust the massive lumps of severed flesh up before the opaque booth window. “Here are the huge ta tas you let me send to the kitchen. While I’m getting them there, why don’t you come out and stand on the dance floor and watch my friend ruin Ashley’s night? When I get back from the kitchen, I’ll play with your breast bandages!” Hank chuckled as, through the empty debreasting portals, he could see the booth attendant pull Nikita out of booth 1 to get her bandaged up, while the clean-up crew went to work cleaning up the redhead’s blood from the inner and outer booth walls.

Hank Pym stepped quickly over to booth 5 and held the severed breasts before Ashley’s booth window in front of Oliver’s gloating face, and chortled, “Thanks for talking your friend into putting these up for grabs, Ashley. While I deliver them to the kitchen, do enjoy your own debreasting booth game with my pal, Ollie, here.” As Hank pulled the breasts back and winked at Oliver Queen, he chuckled, “I’d urge you to have fun too, Ollie, but I know damn well you will without my advice.”

“You are right about that, Hank,” Oliver Queen admitted as he watched his friend hurry off towards the food ordering counter. “Ashley and I are going to have a ball! What say we get the dance started, sow?” The Green Arrow reached slowly for booth 5’s red debreast button.

“STOP!” Ashley shrilled as she bucked again in her booth restraints. “Please don’t hit my debreast button, Ollie! Let me stay whole! Let me earn the papers I’ve been promised! PLEA…NOOOOoooo!” Ashley had heard the fateful click and mechanical sounds coming from the inside of her booth wall that meant the scissors were being deployed. The handsome bearded man before her booth with the gleaming green eyes had pressed her debreasting booth’s kill switch! The beautiful blonde moaned in horror and disgust. Pleasure had begun being beamed into her sex!

“SLAPPED!” Janet Van Dyne hollered with gusto as she divided her attention between Oliver, who had gone back to breast pleasuring, the pleasure- and horror-filled gasps that were coming from booth 5, and her husband, who was turning over Nikita’s breast bacon lumps to an exquisite looking Japanese girl with dark-brown hair and perfect-shaped pinkish-brown-tipped C-cups, whom Janet realized must be Libby’s shift partner, Tochi. The winsome Wasp smiled sexily at Hank as he made his way back to the table from the kitchen counter.

“Scissors, simultaneous, on dead slow speed with no sub-options,” Hank announced jovially to his wife and teammate as he stood behind his chair and took a long drink from his Lactic Blaster, “just to keep you from sounding like a parrot, little one, as you ask the same question you always do. Are you girls enjoying yourselves?”

Janet nodded with a knowing look on her face as she listened to the sounds of two, thin, circular motors being pushed inward out of recesses in booth 5’s wall by central support rods, and those support rods slowly being pushed upward under Ashley’s breasts in vertical positioning tracks. She knew this meant that, between the booth wall and the scissor motors, two thin, crisscrossed, two-foot-long, scissor blades with very sharp inner edges, anchored to each motor by the central support rod through the center of the blades where they crossed, were beginning their upward journey in not quite horizontal positions under the doomed D-cups protruding from booth 5’s debreasting portals. She knew this because she had debreasted Tammy McGreevy with this very debreasting device on her first visit to Final Fantasy! Soon, when the blade edges reached the bases of Ashley’s breasts under their drapes and the central support rods stopped rising, short rods through the bottom ends of each scissor blade, positioned in tracks along the outer margins of the lower half of each circular motor, would slowly lower along the circular tracks causing the scissor blades to slowly rotate together, cutting through the sow in booth 5’s sweater puppies. This would continue until the short rods in the circular tracks met at the bottom of each circular motor, bringing the scissor blades closed in vertical positions to complete Ashley’s debreasting. Janet couldn’t wait to watch this happening!

“Of course we are, Hank,” Wanda replied with a giggle as she stared up into her teammates blue eyes as he stared in bewilderment at his silent, introspective wife. “The important question is, did you enjoy popping her big balloons off of her chest?” Wanda nodded to the comely redhead wearing a pair of round bandages on her chest that had just exited the Game room door wearing her short white boy shorts. “Did you find it more gratifying to force a partial conversion to meat on a girl who desperately wanted to NOT donate her breasts to the worldwide food chain?”

“Yes, Wanda, I did, and most of the time I didn’t even feel like a heel while I was doing so,” Hank Pym replied with a chuckle as he watched Nikita slowly edge her way towards the dance floor, evidently wanting to watch her friends debreasting up close, but not wanting to attract attention to herself. “Actually, I found it quite…empowering…to be able to take something she treasured away from her while both of us knew it was not only okay, but expected, that I do so. Well, you girls enjoy yourselves! I’m going to watch Ollie debreast a very reluctant Ashley from the dance floor.” Hank set down his glass and hurried away.

“I hate to say this, girls, but I think we’ve turned Hank into a debreasting fanatic,” Sue observed softly as she watched the handsome Avenger take a position behind the bent-over, nipple-suckling Oliver Queen. “I’m afraid that, from now on, we’re going to have to include all the gory details of what went on during one of our girls’ nights out while he repairs any damage we’ve suffered.”

“Indubitably, friend Sue,” Diana replied dryly with a quirky grin on her face. “However, friend Hank will no doubt find such recounting in gory detail arousing. Will this not make the paying of friend Hank’s fee for repairing said damage a quicker venture?”

Dinah burst into laughter before adding, “Yeah, getting Hank hard with tales of chest wrecking might make the blow jobs shorter, but it might also make for more spunk to swallow when he’s done squirting. I hope you all like the taste of jism as much as I do! Hey, Hank’s waving for Nikita to come to him! What’s up with that?”

Hank Pym smiled his friendliest smile as he watched the breastless redhead on the edge of the dance floor grow pallid as she saw him waving at her. The girl was incredibly lovely, despite lacking breasts, and had one of the finest asses Hank had ever seen—Nikita must have been stunningly attractive when she still carried her perfect E-cups! He wished he’d been able to get a better look at her before she entered the Game room. A sudden pause in the mechanical sounds coming from inside debreasting booth 5 brought the Avenger’s attention back to the debreasting booths, and Hank waved again for Nikita to join him. He could only assume that the sudden gasps of terror coming from within booth 5 meant that Ashley could now feel cold steel under the droops of her ta tas. The fun was about to begin!

Nikita glanced back to her table and her three papered friends, obviously contemplating putting distance between herself and the handsome man who had stolen her treasured breasts, before hurrying towards what she considered to be a sure full conversion to meat. “I’m sorry, Sir,” Nikita whined softly as she reached her debreastor’s position on the dance floor, “I didn’t mean to call you a name…while you were accepting my offered donations to the worldwide food chain…it just slipped out. Please don’t make me ride Jessica!”

Hank glanced into the redhead’s teary brown eyes and shook his head as he whispered, “You’re fine now, Nikita! I’m not going to make you do anything more. I just thought you might like to watch your friend go through what you went through…right up close where you can see what’s happening…and she can see the flat chest and round bandages she’s about to earn for herself. Would you like that, Nikita? Would you like to watch Ashley getting her big ta tas assassinated while you’re standing right in front of her?”

Hank Pym watched the lovely breastless redhead in the short shorts smile nervously and gently nod, and held out his left hand, as mechanical sounds, quieter than before, resumed in booth 5. When she took it with her own right hand, he pulled her over in front of him, and whispered, “That’s it, Nikita, just relax and enjoy the show. Now, we’re going to take a step to the right, so that we can see what’s happening when my friend straightens up, without blocking the audience’s view. Then I’m going to gently finger your breast bandages while we wait for the scissor blades, that, based on the sounds coming from inside booth 5, just started to close, to rotate into view. Just tell me if I’m hurting you, because I don’t want to cause you anymore pain!” Hank watched the redhead before him nod, and together they stepped sideways. He slowly reached up with both hands and ever so gently began fingering the round bandages. Hank chuckled and Nikita giggled as they heard Ashley resume bucking and thrashing in her debreasting booth restraints as she stared in horror at her own future.

“Well, I guess that means I can stop sucking on your puffy nipples now, sow,” Oliver Queen announced dryly as he straightened up and reached for both wet nipples, “and go to work tugging on teat tips so that your big melons are stretched out and ready to take the chop. I hope that I managed to make those knockers feel very nice in a sensually sexual way. Remember the feeling, because this is the last time you’ll have it!” Oliver grasped the two turgid brownish-pink nipples before him between his thumbs and index and forefingers, and tugged firmly outward.

“NOOOOoooo!” Ashley cried out in a quivering voice as she felt her breasts get stretched outward from her chest at the same time as the orgasmatron emitter between her feet increased in intensity. “Please let me out of here so that I can seal my betrothal. I don’t want to donate to the worldwide food chain just yet. I shouldn’t have taken this booth and tried for a free pleasure beam treatment. Please! Just let me go free while I’m still whole. I can feel the steel under my breast bases moving. Please let me out. I’ll get cut if you don’t. PLEASE!”

“I couldn’t do that if I wanted to, sow…which I don’t,” Oliver Queen replied calmly as her stared into the opaque booth window with laughter in his green eyes. “You climbed in that booth and offered these lovely melons up for the taking, and I slapped your debreast button to accept that offer. There’s no reneging on that kind of deal in this establishment. We both stay where we are until these soft, silky grapefruits change ownership.” Oliver chuckled loudly as Ashley finally surrendered to the pleasure being beamed into her sex and began gasping softly in orgasm.

“Do my hands on your breast bandages cause you any pain, Nikita?” Hank Pym asked softly as he enjoyed the sounds of forced climax coming from booth 5.

“Not really, sir,” Nikita replied softly as she stared at her best friend’s distended breasts with interest in her blue eyes. “To be honest, it mostly feels like my big fun bags are still hanging from my chest and are just a little sore…until I glance downward and see they’re not there anymore. I guess it might take a while to get used to being a breastless girl. At least Ashley and I can get used to it together. Her bacon donating is about to begin. I can see that the lower sides of her breasts are beginning to be indented inward. The scissor blades are compressing her breast bases.”

“She’s right, Hank,” Oliver Queen announced with a mean grin on his face as he lifted upward on the stretched nipples, “I can see un-curved steel just inside the debreasting portals at the eight and four o’clock positions, and it’s moving inward. As soon as the scissors’ compression against Ashley’s breasts exceeds her skins resistance to shearing, she’ll feel the first cuts into her breast bases. Then the sow’s pleasure beams should really begin to get intense. That’s when the de-betrothal party will really begin!” The Green Arrow laughed as he heard the sow inside booth 5 suddenly hold her breath in mid-orgasmic gasp.

“Oh GOD!” Ashley hissed softly. “My skin is starting to itch! Please, sir, this isn’t funny. My dad spent a fortune on my dowry. It will break his heart if I go home breastless! Please do something to get me out of here before I get cut.”

“As I said, sow, I can’t do that, and besides, it’s too late,” Oliver Queen replied dryly as he examined the lower bases of Ashley’s breasts. “There’s a thin red line in the lower quadrants of your breasts at four and eight o’clock, and the line’s lengthening. You might feel a couple of drops of liquid beginning to flow downward on you lower ribcage. It’s not sweat! You’ve been cut, and the bases of your hooters are beginning to unzip.” The emerald archer chuckled heartily as the sow in booth 5 gave herself to sweet climax and began sighing loudly in pleasure.

“Damn!” Janet Van Dyne spat softly as she bounced on her chair in excitement. “I guess I should have let Hank play with my breast bandages when he wanted to earlier tonight. He sure is copping plenty of feels from that redhead’s flattened chest while he watches those D-cup balloons get the air let out of them.”

“Don’t be jealous, Janet,” Dinah teased with an impish grin on her face, “I’m sure Hank’s just trying to make Ashley dwell on her near future. Those scissors are closing mighty slowly, Wanda. I bet the slowly parting skin underneath the sides of her tits feels really strange. What about this debreasting method? Does watching the scissors work on D-cups like yours make you….”

“Wet?” Wanda Maximoff interrupted with a grin on her face. “Yes, Dinah, it does, but there is nothing special about that. While watching some of the debreasting methods, like the wringer, the Spanish spiders, and the knife, make me grimace and feel queasy, I find all of them sexually stimulating. If you’re instead asking if the scissors are on my to-do list, well yes they are, as it removes the breasts whole and uncooked!”

“Not to mention the fact that Zatanna beat you to the scissors, right Wanda?” Sue Richards interjected, indulging in uncharacteristic teasing. “Besides, the way Bill keeps inventing new debreasting machines, that to-do list of yours is never going to get shorter!”

“Now that is a pleasant revelation, Susan,” Bill Jennings chuckled heartily as he grinned a blushing Scarlet Witch, “because I’m happy to keep adding Wanda’s endless supply of breast bacon to my pantry…as well as all of you other heroines’ breast meat as well. You girls are going to make me a very rich man, before I put the rest of your meat cuts on the menu!”

“May the latter be far in the future, if at all, friend Bill,” Diana proclaimed softly with anger in her eyes. “Girls of our ilk will not see themselves easily butchered. Mayhap thou might be wise to accept that which is freely donated for as long as thou can, and not be in a rush claim that which is not being offered. Thou will be made rich enough as thee maintain thy patience. Did not friend Janet just recently list our generous contributions to thy larder?”

“That she did, Princess, that she did,” Bill replied with a twinkle in his eye, “and believe me, I have plenty of patience. I’ll not take more than is fair under the rules of society, I promise you that. Might I ask, Princess, why your speech is archaic compared to your tablemates?”

“Amazons are long-lived, Bill Jennings, and possibly immortal,” Princess Diana replied in a whisper. “My tribe left our Mediterranean homeland and the world of men during the advent of the Roman Empire. My English was learned centuries later when, evidently archaic, shipwrecked English fishermen washed onto the shores of our new home in the Atlantic, Themyscira. We used the men to give selected Amazons girl children. As the men were allowed to live with us for quite some time, other tribeswomen were also allowed to lay with the men. Then my mother used the Golden Lasso of Aphrodite to erase the men’s memories and make them sleep. They were put back into their lifeboats and set adrift in currents likely to take them to the world of man. Several centuries passed before I again spoke with English speaking men, this time during World War II. However, since I have now spent much time since then in man’s world, mine archaic speech has grown quite sloppy, and sometimes comes and goes.”

“Which means Diana can hold a grudge for a very long time, Bill,” Janet quipped facetiously as she bounced on her chair and gazed with excitement at the debreasting booths, “so don’t covet heroine fillets until we’ve lost one of your lotteries, or something like that. What do you think, Wanda? Aren’t those D-cups unzipping rather nicely now?”

“Yes, Janet, I think they are unzipping just fine,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly as she sought the correct answer to a more difficult question. “I wouldn’t worry about Bill’s intentions, Diana. He has behaved, and I’m sure he will continue to behave, fairly towards us girls as we visit him. I’m sure we will continue to make him a rich man in return. If, eventually, I find myself being made meat…so be it! Nobody lives forever, and I’d rather be people food than worm food!” Bill Jennings roared with, and Dinah Lance burst into, laughter.

Oliver Queen watched and listened with intense interest as the red line trailing the business ends of the slowly closing scissor blades slowly widened on both sides of Ashley’s D-cups while the sow gasped in pain and then moaned in pleasure. He was watching something he imagined a male might never experience—sexual ecstasy mixing with sensual agony in such a way that the sow in the debreasting booth couldn’t tell one from the other. The pain and pleasure and all of the emotions they entailed we mixing to form an all new sensation—one that would be memorable if nothing else. There was blood on Ashley’s ribcage, and on the scissor blades, but a lot less of it than the Justice Leaguer might have imagined. “You’re about halfway to being breastless, sow!” the Green Arrow taunted softly.

Ashley moaned in disgust and disappointment between gasps of pleasure and groans of pain. Her beautiful breasts were being slowly murdered and would be lost to her forever. More importantly, her debreasting would ruin the fairytale story her life would have otherwise became. Ashely was drowning in agony and dismay, but she could also feel pleasure building in her loins—building at a rate that would soon force another climax upon her. The lovely Grade-A blonde hated her ongoing debreasting and the handsome bearded man who had forced it upon her. She hated her papered friends who had talked her into risking the booth stint, and she hated Nikita, now grinning at her ravaged breasts before her debreasting booth window, for not providing the distraction she had hoped would vouchsafe her own breasts. Ashley hated herself for the fascination she had for the unique sensations created by the scissor blades slowly rotating closed and parting breast from chest.

“Ashley sounds like she’s having a heavenly, experience, Nikita,” Hank whispered softly while he pulled the breastless redhead against his chest with the hands he had over her chest bandages as he heard the sow within booth 5 returned to sighing in climax. He grinned as Nikita put her hands over his while pushing her firm buttocks into his crotch, and nodded silently as she watched the slowly closing scissors.

Oliver Queen also nodded in agreement as he watched the slowly lengthening red lines on either side of both breasts dangling from booth 5’s debreasting portals begin converging towards the crests of the breasts. Ashley began groaning and gasping in agony, despite her ongoing climaxes, and the Green Arrow proclaimed, “I think the blades are starting to slice into the nerve-rich cores of your breasts, sow.”

“Let me wiggle you a bit,” the Green Arrow chortled gleefully as he did just so with the nipples between his thumbs and fingers, while watching gaps in the wounds open and close around the scissor blades, and sending Ashley back into mindless ecstasy as the pleasure beams took a final step up in intensity. “Ah, yes! These grapefruits are quite loose on the vine! Your fruit will be plucked any…AH HAH! They are MINE!” Oliver Queen proclaimed triumphantly over the sound of booth restraints releasing as he grinned with delight at the two orbs suddenly dangling downward from his tightly pinched digits under the pull of gravity.

“NOOoooooo!” Ashley screamed in grief and horror as she watched the handsome bearded man thrust her treasured, but now severed breasts, before her face on the other side of her debreasting booth window. “You’ve debreasted me! You’ve annulled my betrothal! You’ve ruined my life! I’m going to scratch your eyeballs out, you monster!”

Oliver Queen stood slack-jawed as he watched the debreasted blonde vanish from the other side of the empty debreasting portals, heard Jane yell for her to stop so that she could be bandaged, and then watched Ashley push open the Game room door, before rushing nude towards him.

“Her fillet’s on the menu, and I want it!” the older of the three papered girls dressed in nightgowns at Ashley’s table hollered gleefully as the nightclub patrons watched the short-haired, breastless blonde race onto the dance floor. “Skip the Jessica though. Now that we’ve got what we came for, my friends and I are out of here. Just make Ashley meat and box her freshly harvested prime cut raw, and we’ll be on our way!”

Ignoring the furor around her, Ashley threw herself at the handsome bearded blonde male who had debreasted her with both clawed hands reaching for his face and the gleaming green eyes she meant to destroy. “You ruined my life, you BASTARD!” the breastless blonde shrilled in livid rage as the male before her easily countered her attack by seizing one wrist in each of his hands, after dropping her breasts with the accompanying double plop as they landed nipples up on the dance floor.

“Easy there, Missy,” Oliver Queen replied calmly back as he chuckled at the enraged girl struggling to get free from his grip. “I just took what you freely offered up for harvest, and nothing more. Now calm down before someone gets hurt…most likely yourself!”

“Sold!” Cheryl called out from behind the kitchen counter food-ordering station. “We will box your fresh fillet right away, Miss, as long as you’ve got the 3,000 credits to pay for it. Please join me here at the food ordering station, and we’ll settle your tab while we cart the headman’s block and axe out to the dance floor.”

“WHAA….?”Ashley asked with a stupefied look on her face as she watched her papered friend rush from their table to the kitchen counter. “Georgia, what the hell are you doing? I thought we were friends!”

“We were friends, Ashley, darling,” the brunette in a purple evening dress replied with a Cheshire grin on her face as she handed a small card the Cheryl, who in turn passed it to Sandy. “Friends until you got your dowry accepted. Then you became too stuck up to stand! Now we’re not friends…we’re just me and the fillet I’ve coveted for years. Your fillet, Ashley! Go ahead and put my table’s entire tab on my account, waitress. I’m in a generous mood!”

Cheryl watched Sandy nod, change the amount on the cashier computer terminal, and swipe the card through the reader, before commanding, “Let’s get the block out onto the dance floor, Tina and Trisha. Use the one with the built in restraints. I’ll fetch the axe myself. It’s been a while since we had a beheading at Final Fantasy. This is going to be fun to watch!”

“What, the HELL!” Ashley screamed in terror as she watched the big bloodstained block with a cutout on its front end, attached wrist cuffs on each side, and a wooden tee extending backwards with ankle cuffs on the horizontal tee top, get carried out onto the dance floor by the nude sisters. “I am NOT sticking my neck over the chopping block! I’ve donated my breast bacon to the worldwide food chain and had my life ruined. I’M LEAVING! I’m going to an insta-care facility to get skin grafts. Come on…let’s go Nikita!”

“Your fillet has been fairly purchased within Final Fantasy rules, sow!” Cheryl announced sternly as she walked onto the dance floor carrying the headman’s axe while the potential menu-item waitresses set their cargo on the floor. “You’ll either kneel and assume the position over the headman’s block and behave yourself while those waitresses lock your wrists and ankles into the restraining cuffs, or Trisha, Tina, and I will drag you into the kitchen where you will be live butchered, fillet first! Those are your only choices, sow, so choose wisely!”

“OH…GOD!” Ashley moaned in obvious despair as she stood shivering behind the headman’s block staring at the bloodstains that indicated its heavy use. “I don’t want to…. Oh, God, this really blows! If I have to…become…meat….” Ashley twisted her head away from the instrument of death to stare into the gleaming green eyes of the blonde bearded man who still held her wrists, and whispered, “You can let go now, Sir. I’m sorry for my outburst. Just try to make it quick, and with just one chop.”

Oliver Queen, with confusion on his face, released the breastless blonde and stood silent as she knelt over the vertical length of wood extending from the headsman’s block. The girl shivered in silence as he watched the blonde sisters secure her ankles in the horizontal tee top’s cuffs, and then leaned forward and rested her neck, with her face in the cutout, atop the block top while the sisters closed the cuffs on the side of the block around her wrists. “I don’t understand, why are you…?” Oliver asked quietly as Cheryl held the headman’s axe out towards him, while the blonde sister’s retrieved the severed breasts from the floor in front of him.

“The sow was attacking you, Mr. Queen, Sir, when her fillet was purchased,” Cheryl replied softly with laughter in her green eyes. “It falls to you to make her meat, as the sow herself told you.” Cheryl smiled encouragingly as the man she knew to be the 21^st Century superhero named Green Arrow slowly accepted the execution blade with a grim look on his face. The time tourist was obviously getting more chances at experiencing 41^st Century life than he had planned on. “Let’s go back to the kitchen, Trisha and Tina…before someone snaps up your fillets and asks for an encore performance from Mr. Queen,” the young, stunningly beautiful nightclub manager ordered with more than a hint of glee, before retreating to take a position on the far side of the kitchen counter.

Bill Jennings chuckled softly before announcing to the occupants of the reserved table, “I think I better go over and provide Oliver with a little moral support.”

Wanda Maximoff nodded and then turned her attention to the gathering crowd behind her. There was no sign of Mary Garcia or any of the other teachers. Surely they would have joined the onlookers to watch the imminent beheading. The big-breasted Avenger turned back to the dance floor, and the breastless blonde who was also watching the gathering audience as she waited for her own decapitation. Behind the prone blonde, Bill Jennings was giving Oliver advice.

“It’s not that difficult, Oliver,” Bill whispered softly with a friendly smile on his face. “Just bend over and get the distance right for the blade to be parallel to the top of the block when it finishes the chop. Then lift it high over your head and never take your eyes off the targeted neck while you bring it firmly downward. Remember to bend as it drops to keep the distance right and make the level finish when the blade buries into the wood.”

“I’ve done my share of chopping wood, Bill,” Oliver Queen replied with a nod, before continuing with, “although I wish I could let you take over here. Not going to happen, huh?” Oliver acknowledged as the nightclub owner slowly shook his head. “Well, here goes then. Wanda did tell us this might be an interesting evening, didn’t she, Hank, old buddy?” Oliver chuckled as Hank Pym nodded with a silly grin on his face while dragging Nikita in front of him so that her shapely behind would help hide the Avenger’s bulging erection. The breastless redhead, for her part, was on her tippy toes staring at the back of her friend’s neck with fascination on her face.

Oliver bent and gently brushed the back of the blonde’s hair to either side of her neck while Ashley shivered in dreadful anticipation. “One chop, I promise, sow!” the Green Arrow whispered softly before concentrating on measuring the distance as Bill had suggested. Concentrating on his strike, just as any golfer would a tee shot, Oliver raised the axe high over his head. He held his breath, and heard Ashley do the same, and sent the axe blade whistling downward with as much strength as he dared put into it!

There was a loud ThhacUNK, and as Green Arrow released the axe handle, its head partially buried in the wooden headsman’s block, time seemed to slow to a crawl. He watched as Ashley’s head bounced free, somersaulting forward and downward, while her torso raised upward. Oliver Queen witnessed the spurts of blood coming out of her neck wound bouncing off the axe blade to spray over her headless back. He saw Ashley’s eyes stare with fascination at her own quivering beheaded body and the spurting blood as her head flew through the air. Oliver heard the gasps from the audience, and then the beginning of scattered applause as Bill grinned and gave him a thumbs up. He saw an astonished Nikita throw her arms up to the sides of her head as she watched her friend’s head roll upside down in mid air. And Oliver watched Hank Pym jump at the sight of death with shock replacing his silly grin.

All of those things, squeezed into a short second that seemed to last an eternity, proceeded a hollow THUMP as the back of Ashley’s head landed on the dance floor, spun a full revolution, and came to rest, right ear down, eyes staring out towards the audience. Oliver, as he bent and stared at his handiwork with a drunken look on his face, watched as the light in the blonde’s eyes went out and the decapitated head’s stare became blank. He saw the blood filling the gutter at the back if the top of the headman’s block fill and flow down the sides of the wooden headrest. He watched the pools of blood grow on the floor around the block and around Ashley’s head. Only then did Oliver become aware of the loud applause that now filled Final Fantasy. Only then did Oliver Queen become aware of the butcher and the clean-up crew, waiting to busy themselves with their respective chores.

“Uh, I guess we’re done here, Hank,” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he regained his composure. “You better make your goodbyes with your redheaded friend there, who’s looking so hot with the breastless chest you just gave her, and rejoin me at our table. Maybe Georgia and her married friends will still give Nikita a ride to an insta-care facility…once Georgia’s got Ashley’s fillet delivered to her in a box.” Oliver smiled sheepishly at Nikita, and turned and called out to Sandy, who was still manning the food-ordering station, “Skip the sandwiches, waitress! I want my female tablemates to lose weight, not gain it!” Oliver took one last look at the pretty blonde disembodied head on the floor before hurrying back to his table and retaking his seat.

Chapter 39. Karma

Wanda Maximoff stared into the audience behind her and watched as the crowd of patrons slowly began to disperse. There was still no sign of Mary Garcia or any of the other high school teachers. ‘Surely, if those teachers are still here, at least one of them would have watched the beheading,’ the auburn-haired Avenger mused silently. ‘They must have departed for the insta-care facility…as Mary said they would likely do. If she’s gone, who else might covet my D-cups when I do my second booth stint…just because their mine. Maybe the papered girls from the betrothal party table…to get even with Oliver and Hank? No, Georgia seemed more than forthright about her and her friends’ intentions. Of course, my girls may get poached anyhow…just for being succulent looking sandwich meat. That is why Janet had me murder Helen’s perfect D-cups, after all.’ Wanda smiled as Janet’s question brought her attention back to her own table, and asked, “What was that, Janet?”

“I said, what’s up with Hank being so chummy with that redheaded sow, Nikita?” Janet spat tersely as she stared out onto the dance floor where her husband and the girl he had just debreasted continued to talk. “Is he trying to make me jealous or what?”

“Of course not, Janet,” Wanda replied with a giggle as Bill Jennings retook his seat while Libby distributed another round of Lactic Blasters. “My guess is that Hank is just being polite to Nikita, who would rather talk to her debreastor than rejoin her table full of papered sharks. He’ll be back when she’s done stalling. Hi, Bill. Nice job of coaching Oliver!”

“Indeed, friend Bill!” Princess Diana agreed enthusiastically as Libby began stacking empty glasses and sandwich plates on her tray. “Yon execution was carried out with due haste and precision. Many have been the necks I have witnessed requiring a second chop…or even a third!”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t think Oliver needed any coaching at all,” Bill replied with a chuckle. “You are a man born before your time, my friend. That was a masterful beheading!”

“Thanks, Bill, but I can’t say I’m comfortable with what I just did,” Oliver Queen proclaimed softly with a frown on his face. “I guess I got more than the reluctant partial donation I was looking for when I debreasted Ashley. She really did believe I ruined her life when I plucked her melons from the debreasting portals…and then I did…with an axe on the dance floor. I wouldn’t blame these girls if they never talk to me again!”

“Which just goes to show that you still don’t understand us ‘girls’ and why we continue to join Wanda on her girls’ nights out, Oliver Queen,” Sue interjected softly with a smile of encouragement on her face. “We understand the dangers faced by the female gender here at Final Fantasy. In fact, I think most of us relish the danger and willingly face it, so long as it comes within this society’s rules. If one of us forgets to put on our bottoms after a debreasting booth stint, we would fully expect to find our fillets on the menu. If Liling hadn’t grabbed Zatanna earlier tonight, you wouldn’t have heard a complaint from any of us as we watched Coach Taft put her on Jessica’s back. Furthermore, if I understood what Dinah said earlier about Bill here rather uncharacteristically doing the same for her, we wouldn’t have let you interfere if someone had snapped up your girlfriend’s fillet. Ashley left her fillet up for grabs, not you, Oliver, and frankly the headman’s axe was a quicker end than a ride on Jessica!”

“Speaking of fillets,” Dinah announced with a pensive look on her face, “it didn’t take the butcher long to harvest Ashley’s. I’m guessing it’s in the box Tina is just delivering to Georgia…with her own fillet uncovered and up for grabs. That’s got to be scary!”

“It is, Miss Dinah, I assure you!” Cheryl stated matter-of-factly as she refilled her own chair. “However, that IS Tina’s section of tables, and if a potential menu-item waitress appears to be afraid to do her job, she can make herself a target for someone who wants to capitalize on that fear. Sending Tina out there to deliver the boxed fillet was the right thing to do. Speaking of fillets on the menu…did I just hear that my boss elected to pass on a chance to make you meat? Are you feeling okay, Mr. Jennings? Three thousand credits plus what we could have made from the rest of this blonde’s meat cuts is a lot of profit to forego!”

“That was before halftime, and watching Dinah get her fillet speared might have upset my plans for Hank and Oliver and the nightly lottery, Cheryl” Bill Jennings explained with a hearty chuckle. “As it turned out, it was a good move on my part. Final Fantasy collected Zatanna’s meat instead, which allowed me to make Coach Taft owe me a favor, which I WILL collect sometime in the future. I can assure you that, under normal circumstances, I would have let Dinah exit the Game room sans bottoms while hoping someone would pay me for her fillet. We can still hope that Wanda or Sue will make up for my moment of weakness and offer their fillets up for grabs.”

“Maybe some other night, Bill,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a pleasant smile on her face as she watched Nikita hug Hank and hurry towards the table of papered girls. “Tonight the best you can hope for is another pair or two of D-cups, and Sue and I are even going to try to deprive you of that. Hi, hi, Hank! Did you and Nikita have fun playing the debreasting booth game?”

“We had a blast, Witchie,” Hank Pym proclaimed with a silly grin on his face as he retook his place at the table, “although I don’t think that hottie Nikita realized she was having fun while it was happening. She displayed just the right amount of dread as I flattened her chest. Thank God she wasn’t as peeved as Ashley was. I’m glad it was you doing the beheading, and not me, Ollie! Did Wanda just proclaim that both she and lovely Sue are going to try to break our hearts and deprive us of the opportunities to watch them getting debreasted?”

“She did, indeed, Hank old buddy,” Oliver Queen acknowledged dryly, “although I don’t expect Miss Maximoff to try nearly as hard as Mrs. Richards surely will. I meant what I said, girls, about wanting to watch my tablemates lose some weight. Isn’t it about time one of you did another debreasting booth stint?”

“You’ll have to be patient, Oliver,” Sue replied tersely with a determined look on her face. “I won’t do my third and final booth stint until I’m feeling very certain about disappointing you boys!”

“What about you, Wanda?” Janet Van Dyne asked softly with a mischievous grin on her face. “If you wait too long to do your second booth stint, you might find yourself doing back to back’s!”

“I’ll probably take another turn in the Game room shortly, Janet,” Wanda replied softly with a thoughtful look on her face as she watched Nikita and the papered girls head for Final Fantasy’s front entrance, and glanced to the Game room door before taking an inventory of the debreasting portals, “but not just yet. Although the beheading provided enough cover for those two sets of double D’s that entered the Game room with Ashley and Nikita to escape unscathed, it seems to have resulted in renewed interest in the debreasting booth game on both sides of the Wall. All five sets of debreasting portals are filled, there’s a half dozen girls waiting to enter the Game room, and more than a few girls are scoping out lunch. Until those bacon hunters have collected their sandwich meat, my girls aren’t going to be put up for grabs!”

“There is wisdom in caution, friend Wanda,” Princess Diana observed with a scornful look on her face, “only so long as caution does not become timorous hesitation. Such weakness will see thee disregarding friend Janet’s warning.”

“Well, it is official, Sue, they all want us to get debreasted sooner rather than later!” Wanda Maximoff chortled softly. “The real bitch is, some of them think I’m not really trying to win the game, while others think I’m trying way too hard, because they think I’m afraid of getting my balloons popped. What’s a girl going to do?”

“Just ignore them, Wanda, and play the game the way you want to,” Sue Richards replied softly with a grim look on her face. “We have nothing to prove, and if they think we are afraid of a little pain, well, they don’t know us very well.”

“You’re damned right that we want to see you…especially you, Wanda…getting your puppies knocked off as soon as you can manage it,” Janet Van Dyne chided maliciously with a wicked grin on her face. “However, I don’t doubt your veracity, Wanda. I think you have the foolish idea that you might make it through all three debreasting booth stints whole. Sue might, but there’s no way you will, teammate. You WANT to get debreasted way too badly for that to happen. You are after all a superheroine, which means you’re a sex whore and a pain slut who craves degradation…just like me! What do you think, Dinah?”

“Gee whiz, Janet, I think I must be a superheroine too!” Dinah Lance replied with an impish grin on her face. “I fit that definition to a tee, don’t I, Ollie? By the way, those dark-skinned swooping C-cups hanging out of booth 4’s debreasting portals just got their kill switch slapped by that foxy Oriental girl.”

“Well, Boss, at least you’ll be able to write a great historical dissertation some day,” Cheryl observed softly with disbelief written on her face. “You’ll have no trouble proving the theory that 21^st Century superheroines were seriously psychologically impaired!” As five female time tourists flashed looks of disapproval at his new nightclub manager, Bill Jennings roared with laughter.

Time flew pleasantly by as Wanda Maximoff and her friends sipped their Lactic Blasters and watched the activity along the Wall with their usual excited banter. It had begun with the gratifying discovery that the sow with the swooping C-cups in booth 4 had selected circum-incision as her debreasting method, and Dinah was able to relive her debreasting of Debbie Samuelson as rapidly rotating diaphragm rings with serrations on their razor-sharp inner edges sliced around and into the dark-skinned sow’s breast meat as diaphragms contracted inward.

Seconds after booth 4 had been emptied, a pudgy redhead had hit booth 1’s red debreast button, and a laser beam slicer from above had made relatively quick work of separating a set of swooping B-cups from their Latino owner. The redhead had unintentionally provoked quite a few laughs through what could only be described as laziness by ignoring the small breasts as the red beam burned downward through their bases. The debreasting ended with the severed teats, towards the end hanging nipples downward by thin strips of skin at the bottoms of the breast bases exposing two round cauterized chest wounds, dropping nearly simultaneously onto the dance floor. As the redhead stooped to retrieve her sandwich meat, boos replaced the laughter as the audience chastised the pudgy girl for her lack of debreasting booth game etiquette.

A few minutes later, a skinny dark-skinned girl had stopped teasing the set of drooping pale-skinned D-cups that had refilled debreasting booth 4’s portals, and had doomed the girl in the booth into having her big balloons slowly pinched off her chest by the ever popular razor-wire loops. By the time the thin wire loops were buried deeply into the drooping D-cups, the occupants of booths 2, 3, and 5, having reached the final minutes of their booth stints, had joined the pale-skinned girl in sighing in ecstasy, thus diluting the tinges of agony and remorse emanating from behind the Wall. The blonde whose sighs had carried those tinges, was all smiles as she exited the Game room right after the three breasted girls, sporting the round, white chest bandages that testified to her successful partial donation of meat to the worldwide food chain.

Five new girls with variously sized, shaped, and toned breasts filed into the Game room after high-fiving both the breasted and debreasted booth game winners, leaving only a pair of brunette twins sporting perfect-shaped DD-cups standing before the Game room door. Wanda Maximoff watched the room carefully for several minutes, noting that no one seemed to be scoping out the twins scrumptious looking trophy-sized breasts. Her attention was brought back to the debreasting portals by the sound of a click, followed by a loud swoosh, shrill howl of agony, and ringing clang. Wanda grinned as her eyes had moved just fast enough to see a pretty blonde girl in front of booth 5’s debreasting portals snatch the tiny but perfect shaped A-cups, that had been separated by a guillotine blade from an Oriental girl’s chest, out of the air. As always, the debreasting had been punctuated by Janet Van Dyne hollering, “POPPED! Another set bites the dust!”

The lovely Oriental girl, now sporting the requisite round bandages, barely had time to exit the Game room with obvious disappointment on her face, before the sound of another click emanated from the debreasting booths. Wanda noted the dark-skinned girl with perfect C-cups join and begin conversing with the huge-breasted twins, before Dinah’s screams of unmitigated joy, followed by, “Holly Molly! It’s the Wringer, and it’s going to be fed swooping D-cup hooters!” brought her attention to booth 2’s debreasting portals.

“Dinah called it!” Janet Van Dyne hollered triumphantly as Wanda saw two chest-wide, slowly rotating, vertically stacked cylinders pop out the debreasting booth wall below the large freckled breasts hanging out of the debreasting portals. Two vertical end brackets with rotating gears at the ends of the cylinders were attached to each other by a thin bar under the lower cylinder, and the thin bar was in turn attached in its center by a sliding bracket around a thin horizontal rod leading to the booth wall. This rod was attached to the booth wall in a vertical slot, allowing the rods vertical position to be adjusted just as the sliding bracket allowed the cylinder assembly’s distance from the booth wall and tilt to be adjusted, and had a track that allowed the wringer assembly to slide toward the booth wall. An airplane-yoke-like handle attached to the vertical end brackets facilitated the positioning of the cylinders by the kitchen-side player, in this case a smallish Chinese girl. “Those wringer rollers are rotating slower than last time,” Janet pointed out excitedly, “which if I remember right was medium speed. Those D-cups are in for a treat!”

“Treat, friend Janet?” Princess Diana of Themyscira asked with disbelief as she instinctively cupped her hands over nonexistent breasts. “Thou have a most wicked sense of humor! Though yon sow doth for the moment sing in the sweet ecstasy of climax, I think she will find what follows to be far from pleasurable. Even now, yon child of the Orient doth seek to trap turgid nipples between the inwardly rotating rollers. When that happens, yon adequate breasts will, as friend Dinah said, be slowly fed to the wringers and be thoroughly squashed before being ripped from yon sow’s freckled chest! That, my friends, is a tragic fate for any save a certain nosy reporter who is far too intimate with the last son of Krypton!”

“OH, OHHhh, UHHHH UH!” rang out from inside debreasting booth 2. “Oh GOD! The pleasure beams are…ICE-HOT! Oh GOD! I didn’t think I’d get my debreast button slapped! Oh GOD! My big boobies are going to get so…TRASHED! CAREFUL! Oh GOD! You almost got my nipples just…. OHHHh, AAHHHH, UHHUHH!”

“Almost isn’t good enough, you big breasted SOW!” the Chinese girl before booth 2 chided loudly as she struggled to use the yoke to correctly position the Wringer assembly against the turgid pinkish-brown nipples before her. “Let’s hear you tell me how great the pleasure beams are after I get those eager nipples of yours trapped between the rollers. Okay, here we go! I’ve almost got you now, big tits!”

“The lower roller is rubbing upward and inward on the bottom of her nipples!” Sue proclaimed in a quivering voice with the strangest mixture of sorrow and jubilation on her face as she gently cupped her own breasts. “If the Chinese girl pushes the yoke slightly inward…. Oh, yes! The poor dear’s yelping now! She shouldn’t have selected such an unpleasant debreasting method…especially for a big-breasted girl!”

“An unpleasant debreasting method is exactly what I want to see big-breasted girls select and suffer through, Susan,” Oliver Queen announced dryly over the shrill scream being issued from within booth 2, “including, of course, you and Wanda. I want to hear you role models for the female gender yelp in pain and remorse as you get your big melons plucked out of the debreasting portals. To hell with you girls pretending to be unfazed by the destruction of your tender chest ornaments! Act like real women, and let us see and hear what you’re feeling on your faces and from your throats!”

“NO!” rang from within booth 1, “My NIPPLES! You’ve caught them! They’re being…CRUSHED…between the rollers! NOOOoooo! OHHHhh! OH…GOD! I’M CLIIIMMAAXXIIINNGGggg!”

“I agree with, Ollie!” Hank Pym interjected with a silly grin on his face over the sounds of torment and climax being issued from inside debreasting booth 2. “You are NOT superheroines here...just exquisitely beautiful girls who became sows. It’s perfectly okay to howl in pain as you have a debreasting forced upon you. Speaking of debreastings…the Chinese girl just released the yoke. It looks like she’s convinced that those big ta tas will follow the nipples between the rollers of their own accord.”

“Oh, they will, high pockets, they will,” Janet Van Dyne assured her husband with a wicked grin on her face. “Look, there is paper-thin pinkish-brown between the rollers on this side now. Pretty soon the squashed paste that were D-cup sweater puppies will soon be fed into the paste tray that rotated out of the booth wall below the debreasting portals and Wringer the minute her nipples got trapped between the rollers. Now that you see and can imagine the torture those D cups are being put through, listen to the sounds coming from within the booth. The sow’s sighing in climax just as much as she is howling in pain. I agree with the boys, girls. If…no, I mean when…you girls get your debreast button slapped, let them hear how you really feel. Then they’ll understand what our debreasting club is all about!”

Wanda Maximoff, her hands also cupping her breast tips, grinned at Janet and nodded before returning her attention to the Wringer assembly in front of debreasting booth 2’s portals. The mushy pulp was now oozing into the paste tray as the pinkish-brown on the rollers had become pinkish-white and was steadily widening. The owner of the swooping D-cups that were being squashed out of existence was moaning in agony, in between sighs of climax. Even during what Wanda considered to be one of the most horrifying debreasting experiences, Final Fantasy’s debreasting booth was rewarding the sow inside the booth for her donation to the worldwide food chain—rewarding her with ecstasy. Being debreasted was the most sense shattering thing she had ever experienced, and with the orgasmatron emitters below and between her legs, it was a very sensual sexual experience. She wanted to win the competition with her friends to go home breasted, but she knew she would rather be debreasted. Perhaps she SHOULD do a bit less reigning in of her emotions if it came to her being debreasted—perhaps the Scarlet Witch should allow herself to become immersed in the sensations of torturous agony and sexual ecstasy.

“NOOOOoo!” rang from within booth 2. “The rollers are…dragging the Wringer…towards me. My beautiful breasts…they’re being…squashed! It HURTS! I LOVE IT! I’m CUMMING!”

“This is so damned cool, Mr. Jen…Bill!” Dinah chortled gleefully as she watched the big D-cups hanging out of booth 2’s debreasting portals slowly feed themselves into the encroaching wringer assembly. “Cool that there are so many ways to wreck a girl’s chest with…or to get your own tits totaled with. I’m so glad Wanda had Zatanna talk me into this. This night has been a real hoot!”

“I’m glad you folks are enjoying yourselves, Dinah,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle as he glanced around at the excited faces around him. Even Cheryl was watching the ongoing debreasting with fascination on her face as she folded her arms over her well-filled sports bra with ‘Final Fantasy’ written on it, one word across each D-cup. “Just keep those ideas on debreasting methods coming, and I’ll do my best to remain the best debreasting nightclub on the planet!”

“That has got to positively blow,” Sue Richards observed softly with a faraway look on her face as she stared out at the Wringer assembly, slowly being pulled towards the chest so tightly secured to booth 2’s inner wall. “Your own tender flesh is dragging doom to your boobies. It’s almost as sinister as being forced to debreast yourself!”

“You are almost done, sow!” The Chinese girl chided loudly as she stared into debreasting booth 2’s opaque window. “The rollers are approaching your breast bone! Do you know what happens then, sow?”

“NOOOooo!” the owner of the freckled chest within booth 2 cried out in mid orgasmic sigh. “When the rollers reach my chest…what’s left of my breast skin will get ripped away. My chest will be an ugly…Oh SHIT! I can feel them…the rollers…rubbing…rubbing against my chest! AARRRRGGGHHHH! UHHH! OOOOOHHH! UUhhYESSSSS!” Gasps filled the nightclub as, while the sow in booth 2 shrilled both in agony and ecstasy, the last of the freckled D-cups were dragged between the rollers and then ripped from the sow’s chest to leave ragged, bloody wounds for all to see. Then, as the last of the paper-thin sheet of squashed skin and breast tissue oozed between the twin rollers, there was the sound of booth restraints releasing inside booth 2.

“Here is the breast paste you have donated to the worldwide food chain, Miss,” the Chinese girl announced politely as she detached the paste tray from the booth wall and held it before the opaque booth window, while the Wringer assembly was pulled back into its housing. “I thank you for the frappe′ my tablemates and I will soon be enjoying.”

“You are welcome, you Chinese bitch,” the poor loser from within booth 2 hissed back. “Please do enjoy your desert, and then get yourself debreasted for someone else's entertainment and culinary delight.” As the Chinese girl retreated toward the kitchen counter with the paste tray, and the breastless girl was pulled from booth 2 to have her horrid wounds bandaged, the cleanup crew went to work on both sides of the booth’s forward wall.

“Well, that was a most interesting debreasting,” Hank Pym observed with a silly grin on his face. “Don’t you agree, girls? If this continues you’re going to run out of breasted girls in this city, Bill.”

“We are not going to run out of breasted girls until Wanda and Sue are flat-chested, Hank,” Oliver Queen declared wryly as he stared at the Scarlet Witch. “Come on Witchie, show Susan how it’s done.”

“Thou have an unhealthy fixation on tablemate’s breasts, friend Oliver,” Diana interjected softly as she watched Wanda blush badly and Sue’s face grow grimmer. “While I am sure thou will always have the best nightclub of its kind on this planet, friend Bill, some of my tablemates’ words have made me realize two things. Firstly, thou likely do not have many competitors in this particular business, or friend Hank would be right…thou would be without business in a city full of breastless girls. Secondly, there is an aspect of the debreasting booth game thou have not yet employed. Sue correctly pointed out that being forced to debreast thyself would be more horrible than being put to the Wringer. Why not place containers of angry wasps over the portals of a sow selected for debreasting, and force her to guillotine her own flesh from her chest when she is no longer able to tolerate the pain. As thy staff has proven to be adept at skinning breasts, there would be little damage to the harvested sandwich meat from the insect venom.”

“Oliver may have a one-track mind, Princess, but wanting to see tablemates contribute breast bacon to my kitchen is far from unhealthy,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle. “I’ll have to give the self-debreasting idea some thought, although I’m not sure I want to get into the insect wrangling business. Perhaps agonizer-beam emitters instead….”

“But, Bill, the angry buzzing and the intermittent pain at ever changing locations on your breasts would add to the terror that would lead a girl to eventually debreast herself to end the agony,” Sue broke in with a strange enthralled look on her face. “No pain ray could truly simulate that!”

“Hmmm, intermittent pain at alternating locations seems to be your thing, huh, Susan,” Bill Jennings observed with a knowing grin on his face. “Well perhaps we can give the wasps a try during one of our pre-lottery contest events. I’ll tell you what, I’ll arrange for it to happen next time you girls bless us with your presence. In fact, you’ll be the contestants. Will that make you happy, Susan?”

“Diana and Sue were just trying to be helpful, Bill,” Wanda interjected softly as she smiled at the stocky nightclub owner, “and you did solicit ideas for debreasting methods. Given the technology available, I’m sure you can make the agonizer-beam emitters scary enough to make self-debreasting a perfectly horrid debreasting booth option. While one of my friends or I might one day risk our breasts in such a way, you can be sure we will not willingly participate in that particular pre-contest event…especially if Janet is with us. She is very chummy with wasps!”

“And ants!” Hank Pym added jovially, “although she doesn’t seem too interested in the self-debreasting discussion….”

“I’m interested, Hank, I’m just keeping an eye on the debreasting portals,” Janet chirped back with a smile on her face. “I think that tall blonde is about to hit the debreast button on the Amerindian’s perfect B-cups hanging out of booth 1. She doesn’t seem too worried though, behind a transparent booth window for a change.”

“Good lord!” Hank Pym spat in disbelief. “Another one? Jeese! We must have seen a hundred girls get debreasted already….”

“Not yet, dearest, but we might just get there….” Janet giggled gleefully.

“So how is it that there are any breasted girls left in this city, Bill?” Hank asked with obvious doubt while wearing his patented silly smile. “Even if Diana is right and you don’t have a lot of competition, it wouldn’t take you too long to debreast the entire female population!”

“Nonsense, Hank,” Bill Jennings replied gruffly, “I convert fifteen to thirty thousand sows a year to breastless girls at Final Fantasy, depending on how successful my marketing campaigns are. My five or six competitors aren’t nearly so successful. Even if you add in the girls who sell their breasts at the butcher shops, gamble their breasts at venues like Club X, or are debreasted as part of educational programs such as school field trips, we’re only making a dent in the female population. I’m afraid more than half of the free rangers out there are wearing breasts on the day they are converted to meat. As far as I’m concerned, that’s a bloody shame!”

“Yes it is, Bill,” Wanda Maximoff acknowledged softly with a scornful look on her face, “because, if I do the math right, you are saying hundreds of thousands of free rangers are converted to meat annually. I presume that even more girls from The Orphanages become become meat annually as well.”

“That’s right, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied gruffly as he glared at the Scarlet Witch, “but the bland grain-fed sows in The Orphanages don’t warrant consideration in population statistics. Before you get holier-than-thou with me, you need to acknowledge that our society has a healthy population growth curve. Even with holding the number of male children born to about five percent, the male population has increased by 150 percent in two hundred years. There are nearly two-hundred-and-fifty thousand males on the planet now, and we use our papered wives to produce an average of one free ranger per year during our breeding years. Even though males don’t begin contributing free rangers to the food chain until we are adults, the population of free rangers is slowly outgrowing food consumption. That means there are plenty of sows available to thin from the herd if times get tough.”

“You misunderstand me, Bill,” Wanda said softly and politely as she withered under the burning stare of a man she cared so much for. “I understand that this society has taken ranching and herd management to incredibly productive levels. Given the circumstances created by the plague that made this necessary, I am incredibly proud of the human race. However, if society cracked down on criminals snatching girls off the street for use in backyard barbecues or illegal fox hunts, those tough times just might never come. Maybe you could then slowly up the percentage of male births.”

“I think you should shut your trap and butt out of local politics, Wanda,” Oliver Queen suggested dryly with a twinkle in his green eyes. “While Bill is likely more than happy to have you donate your breast bacon to his kitchen in the debreasting booths, or your milk to the canisters in his dairy, I think he would likely prefer that you do so without commenting on his way of life. Just remember, it is what it is, and leave it at that. That way you won’t add to that percentage of free rangers that accept full conversion to meat with their breasts on their chest…tonight anyhow!”

“Yeah, you’d be disappointed if that happened, wouldn’t you, Ollie?” Janet Van Dyne interjected with a wicked grin on her face. “Well, actually, so would I…SLAPPED! Those Amerindian B-cups are DOOMED!”

“Drop it, Wanda, and watch the pretty Indian girl get her lovely B-cups squished,” Sue Richards added softly as she stared into the big-breasted Avenger’s eyes before nodding to booth 1, from which the first sighs of pleasure beam-induced climax were being issued. “As unlikely as it sounds for a girl with such small breasts, she selected the Masher as her debreasting option. That’s the anvil rising upward out of the floor and the hammer dropping downward out of the ceiling.”

Wanda glanced over to booth 1 to see the rectangular slab of metal that had been pushed upward out of the floor, and the similar rectangular slab of metal that had been pushed out of the ceiling, by vertical piston rods, both surfaces parallel to the floor, moving inexorably towards each other, and observed gleefully, “Wow, those smallish breasts won’t last long as quickly as that vice is closing together, nor will they contribute much breast pulp to the catchment pan underneath the draining holes in the masher’s lower surface.” Then she added softly, “Bill, my friends seem to think I’m offending you by talking about this society. If I am, I am very sorry. Overall, I like this culture…or we wouldn’t be visiting you. It’s just…well…I see things that could be changed for the better. I won’t bring them up again…unless you ask…I promise”

“That would be for the best, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied sternly with a forced smile on his face. “As one of the more successful citizens of this society, I could hardly be expected to see too many things I would like to see done differently, could I? Don’t worry! If I ever change my mind, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, why don’t you send those big bacon bags of yours to my kitchen?”

“She will soon enough, Bill,” Janet Van Dyne interjected jovially as she bounced on her chair in excitement, “but first the funs about to begin out at booth 1, and I don’t think it’s going to last long. Those perfect B-cups are already pillowed on the lower masher surface, which has become the immovable object, and the irresistible force represented by the upper masher surface is closing on her doomed puppies. Unfortunately, it sounds like the sow just decided she would like to be somewhere else! Look at the terror on Pocahontas’s face as she holds her breath in mid-orgasmic sigh!”

“Well, you don’t get to change your mind once you’ve set your debreasting options, Wasp,” Dinah chirped over the shrill screams coming from booth 1 as she chuckled mirthfully. “She selected masher and had her debreast button get slapped. Her tits are gonna get squished!”

“Yes, friend Dinah, yon native American doth find her womanly orbs between Scylla and Charybdis….” Diana began with excitement on her face as she stared unblinkingly at the doomed breasts protruding from booth 1’s debreasting portals.

“Between the proverbial rock and a hard place!” Hank Pym interjected jovially.

“Verily, ‘tis the modern analogy, friend Hank, although blind Homer spoke more truly,” Diana replied with more than a little irritation on her face. “Yon womanly orbs are between the two great sea monsters as they close on their prey with all due haste, and, as friend Dinah observed, are about to get thoroughly squashed. Pray tell, why do I find this debreasting method so delightful?”

“Because the thought of getting your monster jugs squished until they pop makes you wet, Princess?” Dinah asked jovially before announcing, “Look, the upper masher surface just touched the tops of her pillowed B-cups. Pocahontas is cumming like a runaway freight train now. Her tits are deforming…flattening…as the surfaces close togeth…. EWwwwww! GROSS!”

“Indeed, sweet cheeks,” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he stared at the ruptured breasts still flattening between the metal surfaces. “One minute she’s sighing fearfully in climax, and the next she’s moaning in dread and discomfort before squirting blood and interior breast tissue out of ruptures in the sides of her moneymakers.”

“Yeah, it was pretty cool, wasn’t it, Ollie?” Hank Pym interjected gleefully as she stared at the ever flattening breasts. “Now the Indian hottie is getting one last cum before her…yep, the bases of her breasts are starting to be torn away from her ches…she’s breastless!”

“Technically, Hank, but Pocahontas gets to stay where she is until her b-cups have been squished to pulp and forced through the draining holes into the catchment pan,” Janet pointed out gleefully. “Her shrill screams of agony and horror have given way to sighs of remorse and ecstasy, so I’d call it a bonus session rather than a penalty period.”

“But it didn’t last long, Janet,” Sue noted quickly as the sounds of booth restraints releasing could be heard coming from debreasting booth 1. “The masher surfaces are flush together now, and that tall blonde is struggling to detach the draining pan so she can show the Amerindian girl how much pulp her B-cups made. For her part, the Indian girl is being very patient as she waits to get her breastless status rubbed in her face.”

“Very patient indeed, Sue,” Wanda agreed as she looked around the room, noting that there was still no sign of any of the high school teachers, and that a blonde sporting perfect D-cups had just joined the perfect C-cups and the two sets of perfect double D-cups before the Game room door. “Look, she’s smiling now as she stares into the breast pulp pan. In the end, that breastless Amerindian had a great time, though I’m not sure making a breast bacon donation was what she had in mind when she entered the Game room. I think it’s time for me to do my second booth stint. Although I’m hoping to stay breasted, I guarantee I’ll return to the table with a smile on my face either way my debreasting booth game goes.”

“Good luck, Wanda,” Sue replied with a smile on her face as Wanda stood and took a long drink of Lactic Blaster, “and I mean that. I’m in no hurry to be the only breasted tourist at this table.”

“To hell with wishing Witchie good luck, Sue!” Oliver Queen interjected dryly. “I’m wishing the rest of us good luck, and that means we will get to see your big-breasted friend get her melons plucked out of those debreasting portals.”

“I second that!” Hank Pym agreed with a silly smile on his face as a blushing Wanda hurried away.

“Verily my friends, strangely, I find myself concurring with the men in this matter,” Princess Diana of Themyscira chuckled softly as she watched Wanda Maximoff join the other four girls at the Game room door as the remaining two girls in the debreasting booths began moaning in pleasure as they entered the final minute of their debreasting booth games. “I find myself hoping to watch friend Wanda getting her adequate breasts…no that’s not the colloquialism….”

“Her big balloons popped!” Janet Van Dyne spat with a wicked grin on her face.

“Yes, friend Janet,” Diana acknowledged with an ear-to-ear grin, “I hope to watch yon Avenger getting her adequate balloons very slowly popped. ‘Tis strange how much more interesting the debreasting booth games are when a tablemate is offering her womanly orbs up as sacrifices to the Gods, ‘tis it not?”

“Nope, Diana, it’s not strange at all,” Dinah chirped softly with an impish grin on her face. “It’s always more fun to watch a superheroine get fucked over. If that superheroine is the big bad Scarlet Witch, daughter of Magneto, the self-proclaimed most powerful mutant on earth, getting her chest wrecked…well, it doesn’t get any better than that!” Dinah grinned as her tablemates laughed and nodded.

“Normally, I would declare that these girls…except Sue, maybe…were crazy, Boss,” Cheryl giggled softly, “but, in this case, I find myself in complete agreement with them. I hope Wanda sends her breast bacon to our kitchen. I’ve wanted to watch her get knocked down a peg all night long!”

“I know, Cheryl,” Bill chuckled softly as he stared into his nightclub manager’s gleaming green eyes, “and I’ve got the feeling you may be about to get your wish. Don’t tease Wanda too severely if you do, though. Remember, you’re going to be playing death games together at Club X not too many weeks from now. She may get the chance to tease you while you’re being converted to meat!” Bill Jennings roared with laughter as Cheryl gulped loudly!

“Hi, hi, ladies,” Wanda Maximoff declared softly with a smile on her face as she reached the four girls preparing to enter the Game room, “it sounds like the last two sows in the debreasting booths are enjoying their reward for risking their breast bacon. Do you mind if I join you in filling the debreasting booths when they’re done? I think a lineup of five sets of perfect-shaped breasts will look fantastic! My name is Wanda, by the way.”

“You’ll hear no complaints from me, Wanda,” the brown-eyed dark-skinned girl with C-cups replied with a giggle. “You can call me Sherry. I’m only up here because my boyfriend, Jamal, told me I had to do a booth stint before he would buy me dinner. The more big breasts hanging out of the debreasting portals around me the better! I should warn you, as I did these other girls, I’m pretty sure Jamal is going to harvest a set while I’m risking my own breast bacon…just to make me listen to the pain and loss that just might get forced on me.”

Wanda grinned sheepishly as she heard laughter erupt from her table behind her, before replying, “While I’m hoping to disappoint my tablemates and end the debreasting booth game whole, I’m fine with risking my breast bacon, Sherry. If your boyfriend slaps my debreast button, so be it. What about the rest of you girls?”

“You don’t stick double D’s through debreasting portals and expect to go home breasted, Wanda,” one of the brown-eyed brunette twins observed calmly. “Even though we don’t seem to be getting scoped out by bacon hunters at the moment, I expect Joyce and I will be making donations to the worldwide food chain tonight.”

“That’s right, Jennifer,” the other double D-cupped twin acknowledged with a grin on her face, “we’re going home breastless. I just know it. I imagine one of us will be Sherry’s boyfriend’s booth game partner, and, whichever one of us it is, will be smiling about it just like she is.” Joyce nodded to the Amerindian who had just exited the Game room door with a look of total satiation on her face and fresh bandages on her chest. “I can’t wait to have my taste of the orgasmatron emitters!”

“Me either!” the blue-eyed blonde with D-cups spat excitedly as the sounds of climax coming from the debreasting booths abruptly ceased. “I’ve heard they are pure heaven, and worth the pain that accompanies a debreasting. However, I’m hoping that you two twins provide enough cover for me to get the pleasure without the pain. I’m Stacey, and I will definitely be disappointed if I end up donating my breast bacon. Don’t worry though! I won’t complain if I end up donating, even though this will be my first debreasting booth stint ever. I know how to be a good sport if I have to pay up. Are the rest of you first time players too?”

Wanda watched as Sherry, Joyce, and Jennifer nodded to Stacy, before admitting, “I did a debreasting booth stint earlier tonight, and will do a third later if I make it through this one whole. Yeah, I know, chances are, I’ll be going home flat-chested. Lots of girls do! Just a word of advice, pick debreasting options you can live with, both for the intensity setting they will bring from the orgasmatron emitter, and for the level and duration of pain you will have forced upon you if your debreast button gets slapped. You can’t change your mind if that happens. However, those two are proof that Sherry and Stacy might get their wishes.” Wanda nodded to the two smiling girls exiting the Game room wearing their skimpy outfits. “What say we fill the booths now?” Wanda smiled as the other four girls nodded nervously, before filing into the Game room.

Wanda quickly dropped her bottoms and followed the other four girls to the debreasting booths. Sherry had elected to fill booth 3, between Joyce and Jennifer, who still seemed comfortable with being probable targets for the dark-skinned girl’s boyfriend, leaving booths 1 and 5 for Stacy and herself to fill. The Avenger shrugged her shoulders and smiled at the blonde and nodded to booth 5, which was said to produce the fewest percentage of donations to the worldwide food chain. Stacy smiled back with a look of relief on her face, and hurried towards the far booth while Wanda entered booth 1.

The Scarlet Witch quickly assumed the appropriate position, her feet spread wide enough to push her thighs firmly against the narrow, horizontal rectangles atop the t-bars on either side of her, while the floor lowered slightly so that the bases of her breasts would be centered vertically in the debreasting portals. The 21^st Century superheroine grinned when the floor stopped moving and pushed her turgidly tipped D-cups into the kitchen side of the Wall, activating the bacon trap’s booth restraints; the t-bars snapped around her thighs and the narrow, leather-covered rectangle that protruded horizontally a little over three feet straight outward from the front of the booth on the left side of her body suddenly bent around her back and secured her upper torso firmly against the inner wall of the booth. Wanda Maximoff giggled as she tested the straps the three rectangles had become, while the orgasmatron emitter on the floor beneath her pelvis focused its tracking unit on her moist, blood-engorged clitoris. It was a waste of effort; Wanda’s chest was firmly secured to the inner booth wall leaving her tender breasts at the mercy of any kitchen-side player who might contemplate plucking them from the debreasting portals.

Wanda giggled louder as the thought of getting debreasted caused her sex to moisten, and then shook her head as she remembered she was trying to avoid that happening. God she loved the debreasting booth game! Once a girl had her debreasting options set, her fate was out of her hands. The Scarlet Witch shrugged her shoulders. She may as well set her debreasting options and patiently wait to see what fate had in store for her. Wanda glanced up and reached over to the computer screen to the right of her booth window and quickly selected ‘circular saw’, ‘allow nipple docking’, ‘dead slow’, ‘window transparency two-way’, ‘de-clit option no’, before finally entering, ‘start timer’. Wanda then stared through her booth window to the kitchen side of the Wall, and seeing no bacon hunters on the dance floor, smiled at her tablemates, thinking, ‘Boy is Oliver going to lose it if I make it out of here breasted again this time. Heck, the look on his face will probably be worth missing out on the rollercoaster ride of pain and pleasure that I’m really hoping for.’

“Booth 1!” Janet Van Dyne announced fervently while nodding at the perfect D-cups that had just pushed through the nearest debreasting portals as she bounced on her chair with anticipation. “At least Wanda will be providing us with a really great view if she ends up getting herself debreasted.”

“When Witchie gets herself debreasted,” Oliver Queen corrected dryly as he impatiently awaited verification that the winsome Wasp had correctly picked her teammates breasts out of the lineup. “It’s going to happen during this booth stint, even if I have to do it myself during her final booth minute. How can you be sure that the D-cups that just pushed through booth 5’s debreasting portals aren’t Wanda’s?

“Too fair-skinned for Wanda’s,” Sue Richards replied quickly before adding with obvious irritation, “and you had better not even consider breaking rule number one, Oliver Queen. Wanda loses fair and square or not at all! Ah! She set her booth window to two-way transparency. She’s in booth 1 just as Janet said.”

“That means her debreasting options are set,” Hank Pym observed with obvious excitement. “I think I’ll do a little recon and see how Red might be entertaining us.”

“Might I suggest, Mr. Pym, that, just this once, you leave that as a surprise,” Cheryl Simmons broke in with a grin on her face as she stared back at the smiling face staring at their table through booth 1’s booth window. “Personally, I’d rather let the anticipation of that big-breasted tourist’s getting knocked down a peg build. Don’t worry, Sue! I’m pretty sure Mr. Queen won’t end up being the one bringing my anticipation to fruition.”

“Friend Cheryl, thou seem overly confident regarding the outcome of friend Wanda’s debreasting booth game,” Princess Diana interjected with a chuckle. “What know thou that thy tablemates do not?”

“Well, I’m afraid that I might have not been totally honest when I responded to Oliver’s suggestion that I install wall monitors in Final Fantasy, Princess,” Bill Jennings admitted softly as his nightclub manager grinned from ear-to-ear. “We already have such wall monitors, and there is a table full of, mostly breastless, high school teachers sitting near the one behind the kitchen area. The fact that those ladies have chosen to temporarily forgo an insta-care facility indicates they have something in mind that might be more to Oliver’s liking than Wanda’s. Somehow I suspect one of my staff may have let slip that your tablemate would soon do a booth stint of her own after she debreasted Miss Thomas. I wonder who might have committed that serious breach of debreasting booth nightclub etiquette?”

Dinah Lance burst into laughter as Cheryl blushed badly before chortling, “Boy, you…city…girls sure do know how to play nasty. I love it! The big bad Witch is going to get her tits ruined, and there’s nothing she can do to prevent it!”

Wanda Maximoff groaned as she heard the Black Canary’s proclamation and saw two men and two women round the corner from the area of the nightclub that was hidden behind the kitchen. One of the women, trailing two dark-skinned men and a busty blonde, was Mary Garcia! Wanda forced the frown she was wearing into a pleasant smile as the foursome reached the dance floor. ‘Well, there’s no more need to worry about winning a strip tease for the Avengers by avoiding a nice debreasting,’ the Scarlet Witch concluded as she chuckled softly. ‘Gee, I wonder what a buzz saw under the drapes of my breasts will fill like. Jeese, just thinking about it is making me wet!’

“Hey there humpy,” Wanda heard Sherry giggle as the two men and the blonde huddled around debreasting booth 3, “it’s nice of you to come and keep me company while I risk my moneymakers for a free orgasmatron treatment. I need to warn you, Jamal, getting climaxed while being trussed up in this here bacon trap is bound to make a girl hungry. We’re bound to make a dent in that credit bonus you earned at work last week.”

“Yeah, Sherry, I figured you might make my regular Friday night blow job a bit more expensive than usual tonight,” the Avenger heard the taller of the two men reply with a chuckle. “Not that I want to sound cheap, or anything like that. It’s just, well, you know, a guy feels the need to make a girl donate a piglet to the Orphanage every now and then, and you wouldn’t let me do that with you. Well, Deon’s new squeeze, Veronica, just made an offer that has caused a change in plans. She’s willing to settle for a belly full of breast bacon sandwiches, let me and Deon give her a piglet after we take turns using any and all of her orifices tonight, and has agreed to trick her little sister into coming over to Deon’s place tomorrow. We’re going to use the veal for a backyard barbecue tomorrow night before having another orgy with Veronica. What do you think about that, Sherry?”

“I think trading steak for bacon sandwiches really blows, Jamal,” Wanda Maximoff heard Sherry reply in a quivering voice that was filled with disappointment. “I know a lot of girls don’t mind donating piglets to the Orphanage, but Veronica’s tricking her little sister into becoming barbecued veal is really cold. What do you get out of all this, Veronica…besides a great fuck?”

“Your tits, Sherry!” Wanda heard the blonde hiss in irritation followed by a loud gulp from Sherry. “I agreed to do all that if Jamal would sanction my murdering your pretty C-cups. Frankly, your prissy, holier-than-thou attitude has been getting on my nerves all night long. Don’t worry though! You’ll get plenty of time to regret the death sentence I’ve just given your hooters before I do the actual killing. Deon and Jamal are each going to harvest a set first! I hope you remembered to warn your booth stint partners of your boyfriend’s…make that ex-boyfriend’s…intentions.”

Wanda watched the two men chuckle and then step sideways in opposite directions before her own soft gasp joined Joyce and Jennifer’s as, like the two huge-breasted twins, she felt her tender D-cups suddenly being weighed in the palms of hands—in her case Mary Garcia’s hands. “Oh, hi hi, Mary,” Wanda said softly in her most pleasant tone. “I was so immersed in Sherry’s situation that I forgot there was a fourth bacon hunter on the dance floor. I guess you meant it when you said you high school teachers were looking forward to trying some bacon sandwiches. To tell the truth, Final Fantasy’s bacon sandwiches are the best I’ve ever tasted. Looks like slim pickings right now though, what with dibs already having been placed on Sherry, Joyce, and Jennifer’s breast bacon. Have you settled on sending my girls to the kitchen, or are Stacy’s fairer skinned D-cup balloons still in contention for getting the popping pin?”

“You’ve got guts, Wanda,” Mary replied softly as she tickled the undersides of the auburn-haired beauty’s big D-cups, “I’ll give you that. It’s these big balloons that I’m going to pop. It would be these breasts that get harvested even if I was the only kitchen-side player on the dance floor. You brought this on yourself when you tricked Rachel into doing a debreasting booth stint while that hussy Barbara Wright was just slobbering at the thought of debreasting her teacher. Then, you had a bit too much fun for yourself when you turned Helen into a breastless girl. I hope you enjoyed the sandwiches made from Helen’s breast bacon, because now Helen, Rachel, Mariko, and I are going to enjoy sandwiches made from these pretty chest ornaments!”

“I pretty much guarantee you’ll love those sandwiches, Mary,” Wanda giggled over the cooing and sounds of suckling coming to her left. “Don’t worry! I’ll be trying to make the most out of my debreasting experience. To that end, might I point out that both Barbara and I provided Rachel and Helen, respectively, with first class breast pleasuring before we ended those sows’ chances of ever experiencing breast pleasuring again? Will you spend at least a little time trying to make me regret taking this debreasting booth, Mary?”

“Sure, sow!” Mary Garcia spat tersely back over fear-filled gasps of pleasure coming from the central three debreasting booths. “I’ll make you regret the fact that I’m about to pluck these melons out of the debreasting portals. Just ask Rachel! I’m damn good at nipple suckling! Something neither of you will ever experience again after tonight. You have until the other three sows are breastless to dwell on that regret, you cow. Then your days of getting suckled, not to mention squirting milk, end as I dock your udders off. Don’t count on your timer running down on me either. It looks like those men have decided to kill those two sets of double-D’s simultaneously.”

“SLAPPED!” Janet Van Dyne roared enthusiastically as she stared out at the debreasting booths while bouncing on her chair. “Two more sets are about to bite the dust! Jeese, I wish I knew how they were about to get their puppies knocked off!”

“OH!” Sue gasped in mock horror as she smiled out to booth 2 and 4’s debreasting portals. “Those poor, huge-breasted girls are going to have to share in each other’s debreasting experience. Those men are debreasting the twins at the same time. Oh, well! At least this should prove to be a most interesting debreasting booth session. The C-cups hanging from booth 3’s portals are sure to follow the huge double-D’s to the kitchen, and, from the attention Mary Garcia is now giving Wanda’s big D-cups, I’d predict she won’t make it to her third debreasting booth stint. It looks like I’m about to become the only girl with a chance to win the debreasting booth competition.”

“Perhaps, friend Sue,” Diana interjected softly as she grinned at the two men avidly suckling DD-cups while the brown-eyed brunette twins behind opaque booth windows moaned in pleasure, “but ‘tis best to prepare for defeat while hoping for victory. I do not wish to see thy spirit crushed should things go badly during thy third debreasting booth stint. Verily, I say this while freely admitting that I do surprisingly get much pleasure in watching girls of our ilk getting themselves debreasted. Thusly, I truly hope thou are correct about the imminent demise of friend Wanda’s adequate womanly orbs, and will not be disappointed if thy own orbs find a similar fate.”

“Hear, hear!” Oliver Queen chimed in with a grin of satisfaction on his face. “It isn’t often that the Princess and I are in total agreement. What do you think, Hank? Is Sue right about Wanda’s imminent coughing up of body parts?”

“Of course she’s right!” Dinah broke in with a mischievous grin on her face. “That Latino dyke didn’t keep herself hidden with her breastless colleagues all this time just to tease the big bad witch while she suckled on her rock hard nipples. She’s going to make Wanda pay for helping coax hot lips Hartnell into forfeiting her fun bags. I wonder if Mary will trade Rachel in for a younger, breasted girl before the weekend’s over?”

“JEESE!” Hank Pym chortled with a silly grin on his face. “It never occurred to me until Dinah just pointed the obvious out. While this…city…is obviously a male utopia, it’s also a lesbian fantasy world. With so few men around, the girls in this society largely have to find sexual satisfaction with each other. With THAT much practice, I bet they’re damn good at it! Hey, Ollie! Once Wanda’s breastless, maybe we should mosey out to the dairy, hook Cheryl up with Sue, and have her use cunnilingus to convince the last and most reluctant of our tablemates into ponying up her ta tas for our entertainment and Bill’s profit margin? Bill? Ollie? What do you think?”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter while Oliver Queen grinned and nodded and Sue and Cheryl both blushed badly, before declaring jovially, “A splendid suggestion, Hank. I’m sure Cheryl would be glad to demonstrate her oral talents on Sue here in an effort to convince Sue to make a willing donation to the worldwide food chain…and Final Fantasy’s profit margin. In fact, I’m willing to bet that Cheryl’s lesbian skills are sufficient to achieve a successful convincing within fifteen minutes. If I’m wrong about that, I’m willing to let you boys take turns using Cheryl from both ends while she lies on the guillotine’s bascule with her neck trapped in the lunette. Then, if you can get our little lesbian to climax within fifteen minutes, I myself will release the blade and mouton assembly using a remote de΄clic. With that kind of motivation, I doubt I’ll be losing my bet. What do you say, Cheryl and Sue?”

“Ignore the boys, girls!” Janet Van Dyne interjected with faux disgust in her voice and a gleeful grin on her face. “They’re just trying to get your goat. Besides, they might be jumping to the wrong conclusions…about Wanda’s breasts as well as Cheryl’s sexual orientation. Wanda’s big balloons haven’t been popped yet, and I’ve seen her talk herself out of bigger jams than this. However, I’m not so confident in my teammate’s negotiating skills that I’m willing to invite Cheryl out to the dairy for a private conversation before Wanda’s booth stint is done. Afterwards, well, while I’m definitely hetero, I’m always up for letting the other team take a turn at bat. A home run is a home run, after all!”

“I’m not a lesbian!” Cheryl Simmons hissed angrily with disgust on her lovely face. “While it’s true that I have been with…girls…in that way…it isn’t what I wanted. Because there are so few men…and pregnancy protection is outlawed…it’s true that most of us have experimented. That doesn’t make us lesbians…or even good at cunnilingus! We have needs…and sometimes get desperate…although mostly most of us just…take matters in hand. You can make me do Sue in the dairy, Boss, but you’ll probably lose that bet. Then…well, you saw how well endowed these guys are…you’ll be paying my pension to my family. It’s no big deal. I’m just walking and talking meat waiting for my number to come up in the Lottery like any other girl, anyhow!”

“That’s enough out of all of you!” Sue Richards commanded sternly. “Nobody will be visiting the dairy until it’s time to go home, hopefully with at least one of us girls still carrying breasts. Don’t let them tease you, Cheryl. All of us, even Wanda, have taken a turn at switch hitting at one time or another, and there isn’t a lesbian among us, I promise you that…and Diana even grew up in a situation very much like yours. Now, why don’t we stop with the teasing and concentrate on the entertainment. Those huge breasted twins are climaxing now, and based on the red glows coming from inside the debreasting portals, I’d bet they both selected the laser beam slicer for their debreasting method.” Sue smiled as her tablemate’s, much the Cheryl’s relief, chuckled and nodded.

Wanda Maximoff moaned softly as Mary Garcia avidly suckled her turgid nipple tips while gently tickling the undersides of her tender D-cups. “Damn, you’re good at this, Miss Garcia,” Wanda whispered softly. “You’ve got me so wet that I’m almost looking forward to getting my bacon poached. It doesn’t help that forty percent of the girls on this side of the Wall are sighing in climax. Have their debreastings started yet? What methods did they select to get those huge balloons of theirs popped with? You know, while I admit I could have been more specific about the danger I tried to warn Rachel of, I did warn her, and what I did for Helen was a favor that you yourself were about to grant her. Personally, I think I should be rewarded, not punished, for my efforts on your tablemate’s behalves. How about letting me off the hook? If you really insist on bacon sandwiches at this time, well, there are always Stacy’s perfect D-cups hanging out of booth 5’s portals. I’ll bet SHE doesn’t provide milk to the worldwide food chain!”

Mary straightened up and grinned into Wanda’s transparent booth window before glancing to her right at booth 2 and 4’s debreasting portals. “I think they both selected laser beam slicers for their debreasting method, and they should both start howling in agony and regret in a few seconds. I can see a visibly moving slicing beam about a half inch above the top of their boobs….”

“Thanks for the warning, bitch!” Joyce hissed from the booth next to Wanda’s. “News flash! We both selected the double cut option, so there’s another slicing beam moving up under the drapes of our boobs as well. We expected to have our offered donations accepted, so don’t expect much regret to color those howls of agony and sighs of ecstasy, bitch. Wanda, what’s the matter with you? Couldn’t you tell from what this bitch has said that she’s into reluctant donations? You’re making her day with your unbecoming bartering!”

“Sorry for the distraction, girls,” Wanda giggled softly as she grinned at a frowning Mary through her booth window. “Just concentrate on your debreasting booth experiences and don’t worry about me. To tell the truth, I had guessed that Mary had something of a sadistic streak in her, and was just trying to make my booth game as good for her as I’m sure it will be for me. Now, Miss Garcia, don’t you think you should go back to making me regret enabling the ‘allow nipple docking’ sub-option?”

As twin gasps of pain rang out from behind the Wall followed by loud orgasmic moans, Mary Garcia grinned at the giggling auburn-haired beauty before her and nodded, before bending to suckle on a rock-hard nipple tipping a perfect right D-cup. She was going to enjoy painfully poaching the bacon off of this impertinent cow’s chest!

“Good grief, little one,” Hank Pym chortled softly as he grinned out at the debreasting booths where the two men could be seen firmly tugging breast tips outward, “you can hear Wanda moan in pleasure over those twin’s gasps and sighs. She sounds like she’s close to getting off! That girl’s breast pleasuring can’t be THAT erotic, can it?”

“It isn’t the suckling that has our horny gypsy on the edge of orgasm, high pockets,” Janet Van Dyne chuckled softly as she bounced on her chair, “it’s the anticipation. While I’m sure she was hoping to make it through this debreasting booth stint in one piece, now that she’s convinced Mary’s going to slap her debreast button, she can’t wait to enjoy the rollercoaster ride of getting her big balloons popped. She’s daydreaming about the popping pin, and it’s causing her to RUT. DAMN! The waiting has got to really, really BLOW!”

“Those double D’s won’t keep Wanda waiting too long though,” Dinah observed thoughtfully as she smirked while watching the debreasting booth action. “Those laser beams are slicing breast from chest at a fairly good pace…from two directions. Do you see the red on either side of the droops of their tits. Both twins selected the double-cut option. They’ve traded increased pain for a shorter duration while still guaranteeing themselves a juicy orgasmatron reward. Of course, Wanda is still going to have to suffer through waiting for the C-cups in booth 3 to get demolished. Janet’s right! Having to wait your turn to get your chest wrecked bites!”

“Friend Wanda is eagerly awaiting the destruction of her womanly orbs, rather than dreading the beginning of the painful forfeiture I…no…we…look forward to witnessing?” Princess Diana of Themyscira asked with disbelief. “Are all female Avengers truly pain sluts?”

“It’s not that, Diana…well not entirely, at least,” Sue chimed in with a crooked smile on her face. “You would understand better if you had been debreasted in one of those booths rather than by hanging from razor wire nooses. The pleasure from the orgasmatron emitter melds with the pain of having your breasts removed or destroyed to form an entirely new sensation. The mixture of agony and ecstasy causes you to ride through a rollercoaster of emotions that I fear could become quite addicting. Even I couldn’t wait to come back here tonight and risk my boobies…and I am far from a pain slut. Fortunately, I want to win even more than I want that rollercoaster ride! I suspect Wanda wants the same…though perhaps not as badly. She may yet talk Miss Garcia out of slapping her button.”

“Let’s refrain from that sort of pessimism, Susan,” Oliver Queen interjected dryly with a twinkle in his green eyes. “We don’t want to deprive Wanda…or you…out of experiencing the ups and downs accompanying that ‘entirely new sensation’ that comes with getting your melons plucked out of those debreasting portals…not to mention the pleasure the rest of us get while watching the plucking happening right in front of us. As an optimist at heart, might I point out that those twin sets of double D’s look to be halfway toasted. Once they’re history, those dark-skinned C-cups dangling from booth 3 shouldn’t delay the main event by too much time. We wouldn’t want to make Wanda suffer too much anticipation before her melon harvesting ceremony begins, would we?” Oliver grinned as everyone except Sue laughed and shook their heads.

Wanda Maximoff groaned between moans as she heard her tablemate’s laughter and saw the glee on most of their faces as they stared out toward her and her fellow booth players. She knew they were looking forward to her imminent debreasting…almost as much as she was. For some inexplicable reason, that bothered Wanda. She felt the need to give disappointing everyone…including herself…another try. The sighs of ecstasy issuing from the booths to Wanda’s left carried only tinges of agony. It was quite obvious that Joyce and Jennifer were making the most of their debreasting experiences. “Mary, the twins sound like they’re having fun,” Wanda observed with a gleeful giggle. “How close are they to having their donations carried to the kitchen? I hate to sound impatient, but, having come to accept my own impending donation to the worldwide food chain…despite the fact that you are wrong in thinking I did either of your friends wrong…I’m eager to feel those heavenly pleasure beams glowing between my legs. As you may have noticed, your breast pleasuring has had me on the verge of climax for quite some time….”

“Give it up, Wanda, you can’t play me,” Mary Garcia replied tersely back. “Even if you hadn’t played a role in Rachel’s debreasting…even if I accept that you did Helen a favor…even if I believed you eagerly wanted to get these big balloons popped by me right now, and that I would be doing you a favor by doing so…it would still be your debreast button that gets slapped. Frankly, my friends and I are hungry, and we want some melanin in our meat. The blonde in booth 5 gets a pass for being fair-skinned, and the other sows are spoken for. Now, to answer your question, the twins’ lasers look to be a little over an inch apart, so I give them another thirty seconds of sow-dom before their booth restraints release them as breastless girls. I can’t give you an estimate on how long the C-cups in booth 3 are going to last, because I can’t read the sow’s debreasting options. I doubt they’ll be breasts for too long though, and then your own conversion to bacon and breastless girl will begin…a process that should take four or five minutes with a circular saw set on dead slow.”

Veronica chuckled loudly as she felt the shiver run through Sherry via the breasts she cupped as the dark-skinned sow heard Mary’s brutal declaration, and then heard Sherry plead, “Wait, Jamal, I’ve changed my mind. Munching on those twins bacon instead of steak suits me just fine! Call this bitch off and I’ll let you put a piglet in me anytime you want. Let me keep my breasts, Jamal, and I’ll do anything you want anytime you want. Please, Jamal! Let me out of this damned booth.”

“Okay, honey,” Jamal replied softly as he waggled the loudly sighing Joyce’s very loose double D’s, “I’ll take you up on that. I’ll let you out of that booth in a few minutes, after you’ve given me what I want right here, right now…those sorry-assed C-cups dangling from Veronica’s hands as she carries them to the kitchen to become food on my plate…along with meat made from these monster jugs. Then, if you got the nerve, bitch, you bring your breastless ass back to our table and I’ll take you home with us and give you that piglet. I’ll even feed you veal tomorrow before kickin’ your pregnant ass out into the street. Now, shut the fuck up and let this sow enjoy donating her breast bacon in peace!”

Wanda heard Sherry gasp in horror and begin bawling over the songs of mind-numbing climax being issued from booths 2 and 4, and paused in her own moaning elicited by Mary’s renewed suckling on her nipples to concentrate on the ends of Joyce’s stretched out breasts. Suddenly, they came free, and rotated fully into sight to dangle nipples upward in Jamal’s hands as the male announced over the sound of releasing booth restraints, “You’re done, girl, and so is your sis. Thanks for the sandwiches!” Wanda Maximoff watched as Jamal thrust the severed breasts up before the booth window next to her, as she heard Joyce and Jennifer laugh with both pride and relief that their donations to the worldwide food chain had finally been completed.

“Popped and POPPED!” Janet Van Dyne hollered gleefully as she bounced on her chair while she watched the two tall, dark, and handsome strangers thrust huge lumps of breast bacon up before opaque booth windows. “Two more sets bite the dust! Was that cool or what?”

“Yeah, Janet, that was pretty nifty,” Dinah acknowledged as she grinned like a Cheshire cat out at the debreasting booths. “The twins sounded like they thought so too…oh, what are those guys doing now. Oh! Looks like the ex-girlfriend is getting it rubbed in her face. Look, their dangling the four double D’s in front of booth 3’s opaque booth window while that blonde reaches toward….”

“SLAPPED!” Janet Van Dyne hollered with obvious delight as she heard the click come from booth 3. “The fun’s about to begin all over again! It doesn’t get any better than this…until Wanda’s kill button gets hit, that is. What the…? Tell me it isn’t true!”

“It’s true, Janet,” Sue squealed jubilantly, “that’s the cutting board being positioned under those C-cups. Something tells me that blonde isn’t going to be as charitable to the dark-skinned sow in booth 3 as Wanda was with Helen.”

Bill Jennings locked eyes with Cheryl and smiled as, together, they took in the utter excitement beaming from the time tourists’ faces.

Wanda giggled softly as she heard Sue’s pronouncement, followed by the sound of the unfolding machinery until she could see the very front of the cutting board rise into sight in the corner of her booth window far to her left. She knew Sherry’s C-cups had just been pillowed for harvest, and could hear the dark-skinned girl moaning in trepidation as the sow in booth 3 felt cold metal underneath her breasts. “It looks like Sherry’s selected the same debreasting option as Helen did, Mary. Maybe you’re about to find out just how helpful I was. Maybe then you’ll cut me some slack!”

“It won’t matter, Wanda,” Mary replied sternly as she glanced to her right and saw the long, vertical blade that had popped out of the wall to the right side of Sherry’s left breast at an elevation that would bring it to a horizontal position just as it was lowered into a grove in the cutting board’s upper surface. The blade was flush against the booth wall, but a spacer brought its handle, at the end of the blade, outward so there was room for fingers to grip it. “I told you before, even without any history between you and my friends, we’re hungry, and you’ve offered up free food.”

Wanda watched the blonde deftly reach down with her left hand and lift the nearest of two nipple clips dangling from the end of strong, thin lengths of plastic line attached to the upper outer surface of the cutting board, press the clothespin-like clip handles to open the end of the circular tip to form two open half circles instead of a closed ring, and slid the nipple clip forward and upward under her pinching fingers as she tugged outward with her right hand. Sherry’s grunt told her that the nipple clip had been closed tightly around the base of the sow’s turgid right nipple. The buxom Avenger watched Veronica repeat the procedure with the second nipple clip, eliciting another grunt, and then pull her right hand back to tap a flashing V-shaped emblem on a touch screen on the surface of the cutting board between and before Sherry’s pillowed breasts.

Wanda watched as the thin plastic line leading to both nipple clips was fed into openings on the cutting board’s upper surface until the slack was taken up. She heard Sherry grunt, watched Veronica tap the touch screen again, and heard Sherry grunt louder.

“Stop complaining, sow!” a vicious looking Veronica hissed. “I was just getting those apples of yours stretched out for harvesting. You’re ready to donate your breast bacon now. How do you want it? Fast or slow? It’s all the same to me!”

“Well, it’s not the same to Deon and me, Veronica,” Jamal interjected with obvious irritation. “We’re hungry and these bacon lumps are dripping blood. Just hack Sherry’s hooters off her chest and get them to the kitchen, girl! Time’s a wastin’ damn it!”

“But Sherry’s orgasmatron emitter won’t get activated until the meat cutter blade begins being rotated downward, Jamal, and the emitter cuts off when the blade reaches horizontal,” Veronica explained nervously. “She won’t get her pleasure reward for her donation if I just slam it closed. The slower I go, the more intense the reward but the more prolonged the pain. She should tell me how she wants it!”

“I don’t give a damn how that stuck up bitch wants it, Veronica,” Jamal replied tersely. “If she wanted me to give a damn, she would have given me her pussy like you’re going to give it to me and Deon tonight. A man’s gotta donate piglets to the Orphanage from time to time, and a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Ain’t that right, Deon?”

Yeah, that’s right, Jamal,” Deon spoke for the first time. “Do as you’re told, Veronica. Do what yah gotta do, and do it NOW, bitch!”

“No, wait,” Sherry shrilled as she watched the blonde in front of her debreasting booth wall reach up for something on the left side of her debreasting booth, “do me on medium…AAAAEEEEGGGHHH…OH, GOD! That HURT you BITCH!” Veronica had abruptly slammed the cutting blade closed on her precious C-cups.

“Sorry about that, you prissy-assed hussy, but the guys were hungry,” Veronica hissed over the sound of someone in the background hollering “POPPED” as she deftly unclipped the nipple clips from the tips of the severed C-cups resting on the cutting board, and then watched as the cutting board assembly folded itself away as she raised the breast bacon before booth 3’s opaque booth window. “Thanks for the sandwich meat.”

Wanda watched as the two men and the blonde abruptly headed for the kitchen counter leaving Sherry bawling in the front of her debreasting booth, and then whispered, “That shouldn’t happen to a girl, Mary, and it didn’t happen to Helen. I took care to reward her for her donation. If that doesn’t count for anything, go ahead and slap my debreast button.”

“I told you before, Wanda,” Mary replied in a quivering voice, “this isn’t about Rachel and Helen. It stopped being about Rachel the second you admitted you could have given her a more specific warning to not take that debreasting booth instead of her student, Barbara. The fact of the matter is, we’re hungry, and you are in that booth with your bacon offered up as sandwich meat. You should have known that anything can happen when you take one of those booths.” Mary Garcia smiled apologetically as she reached upward with her right hand.

“SLAPPED!” Janet Van Dyne roared as she leaped to her feet. “Wanda Maximoff’s big breasts have been doomed to destruction. She’s going to get her big balloons painfully POPPED! HALLELUJAH! This is going to be a hoot to watch!”

“It sure is, my loony wife!” Hank Pym admitted with a silly grin on his face before announcing jubilantly, “And it’s going to start with a pre-popping pin warm-up act. Note the rectangular compartment that opened up below Wanda’s debreast button, and the meat tray that slid out onto the floor in front of her booth when the debreast button got slapped. Witchie’s allowing that Latino, if she wishes to do so, to dock her nipples off before the buzz saw that just popped out of the bottom of her booth wall starts munching on her big ta tas. Now sit down, hush up, and enjoy the show before someone sends for a straightjacket!”

“Oh MY!” Sue Richards gasped softly. “I do hope Wanda knows what she’s doing. The docking will likely add to both the terror and the agony she is facing!”

“Look at Wanda’s face, Sue,” Oliver Queen advised dryly with a twinkle in his green eyes, “and listen to the quivering in her pleasure-beam-induced moans. She knows! That’s dread and fear you see and hear. Witchie seems to have taken our advice and isn’t trying to bravely mask her emotions while she entertains us in that debreasting booth. I AM impressed!”

“Well, now I’ve gone and done it!” Mary Garcia admitted to no one in particular with consternation on her face. “I really didn’t plan on slapping a debreast button when I came here tonight, so I really don’t know what’s expected of me now.”

“Just try to enjoy playing the role of debreastor, Mary,” Wanda Maximoff whispered softly between moans as she concentrated on the pleasure that was bathing her vulva, “while trying to force me to enjoy my debreasting despite the agony and loss it will bring me. You can start by making some quick decisions. Are you going to take advantage of the available docking tube, or are you going to use my nipples to stretch my breasts out over the circular saw blade that I assume, from the faint hum I hear, is very slowly rising towards my tender breasts? If it’s the former, I suggest you pick up the tube, practice working it, and then suckle my nipples to get them rock hard and ready for a nice slow clipping before the buzz saw rises too far. Then you’ll have to decide how you’re going to stretch my nippleless girls out for the kill and hold them when they become yours instead of mine, or if you’re just going kick back and watch them drop onto that silver landing pad that should now be on the floor beneath my debreasting portals.”

“Wow!” Mary replied with disbelief obvious on her face as she reached forward with her right hand. “Who would have expected the sow on that side of the Wall to be so helpful to the girl on this side. Okay, one decision at a time! Yeah, I’ll dock you first, Wanda, so I’ll return to nipple sucking shortly. I’m thinking I might want to start visiting Final Fantasy on a regular basis, so I might as well use you to start up a necklace of nipple pendants. Don’t worry! I was paying attention when Mr. Jennings demonstrated the use of this thing on Samantha in the dairy the other day.”

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch of the mighty Avengers, watched with widened eyes as Mary Garcia pulled her hand back to display the four-inch-long, one-inch-diameter silver docking tube, her thumb already positioned on the small sliding control button. As Mary slowly slid the button backward with her right thumb, they both observed the two half-circle-shaped razor blades at the business end of the tube rotate outward and upward from their closed positions perpendicular to the tube, until they were fully open, parallel to the barrel of the tube. They both knew that Mary’s pushing back on the sliding button was compressing a sturdy spring in the base of the tube as attachments connected to the blade hinges caused the hinges to rotate and the blades to open. Then Mary released the control button, and the spring abruptly snapped back into its uncompressed position, snapping the blades closed as they rotated downward and inward.

“See, sow, nothing to it!” Mary announced with a chuckle as she pinched Wanda’s left nipple with her left thumb and middle finger and began lowering the business end of the docking tube towards her trapped target as she once again began pushing back on the control button, opening the deadly blades. Mary giggled as she watched the auburn-haired girl’s face become filled with concern, and then her gold-flecked blue eyes, which had been focused on the dreaded torture device, roll upwards.

“GGGggaahhh, OHhhh, UHHhhHUHhh!” Wanda sighed loudly as she blushed badly. “God these orgasmatron emitters are insidiously wonderful! Mary, STOP! Please! You’re not doing it right. You need to get my nipples fully turgid before you cut me! You want the best necklace pendants possible don’t you? Then, when you have my breast tips ready for the taking, you have to be careful to reposition the docking tube slowly toward my breast as you allow the blades to rotate downward and inward, or you won’t get all of the nipple in the barrel of the docking tube. You should take each teat tip slowly, making the agony of loss seem to take eternity. We can only do this once, so we should make our shared experience as memorable as possible, shouldn’t we?”

“You can only do this once, Wanda,” Mary Garcia replied matter-of-factly, “but I can do it over and over again, albeit with another sow each time. Still, we will do it your way…for the moment at least. You were in no danger of getting prematurely docked. I want my friends to watch you become a breastless girl up close and personal, sow! Then we’ll feast on your breast bacon, just as you and your friends feasted on Helen’s and, no doubt, Barbara and her tablemates feasted on Rachel’s!” Mary turned and waved for unseen spectators to come forward.

“Well, I, for one, am NOT impressed, friend Oliver,” Princess Diana of Themyscira haughtily proclaimed with a look of disgust on her face as she watched the Latino girl resume avidly sucking her tablemate’s breast tips. “This wretched display of unveiled emotion is most unbecoming for a heroine of the Scarlet Witch’s repute. First she barters for her breasts while suggesting the Latino instead consider harvesting another girl’s orbs, then she climaxes after mere seconds of exposure to the pleasure beams, and now she begs to delay the docking she herself made possible. Has Wanda Maximoff always been a coward, or is she just now finding the poltroon within her?”

“You pompous, stuck up, butch jacka….mmph!” Janet Van Dyne hissed vehemently while glaring at the much larger, muscular Amazon, until she suddenly felt her husband’s arms close around her.

“Oh, no we don’t!” Hank Pym chuckled softly as he held his right hand firmly over his wife’s mouth. “We are not going to begin insulting one another! That applies to you too, Diana. Wanda is one of the bravest, most self-sacrificing heroines I’ve ever met. However, she is female, and we asked her to play her debreasting booth game like any normal girl. We asked her to take a vacation from the heroine that she is, and she appears to have granted our request without reservation. Shall we suddenly start being judgmental now that she’s done so? No, I don’t think that would be fair. Do you?”

“Actually, I’m thinking all of you should cool it and watch the fun unfold,” Dinah whispered softly while failing to stifle a giggle as she nodded out to Wanda just as Mary switched nipples. “I’m pretty sure a lot of what’s going on out there is play acting. Mary wants to debreast a reluctant sow, so Wanda’s trying to sound reluctant. She wasn’t really trying to get the sow in booth 5’s chest wrecked in her place. As for the docking tube, didn’t Wanda herself remind Mary that it was there to be used on her nipples if the Latino wished to do so? Now, the early, undisguised cum….”

“Wanda’s not trying to maintain her composure this booth game, so I think the forced climax took her by surprise,” Sue interjected in a soft whisper. “She’s accepting the pleasure beams, and probably the impending debreasting as well, without fighting to maintain her dignity. In doing so, she hopes I’ll be able to do the same if things go badly for me during my last booth stint. What a sweet girl! Now hush. Here come the rest of the teachers.”

“Uh, Mary,” Wanda Maximoff gasped softly in between moans of pleasure as she saw the three breastless teachers step behind the suckling Latino, “I hate to interrupt such wonderful breast pleasuring, but you might like to know…uhm…your friends are here.”

Mary Garcia straightened up and turned to grin at her friends, giving particular attention to the smoking hot blonde, Rachel, as she chortled softly, “Dinner is on its way, girls! I should have the sandwich meat harvested in three minutes…well maybe four. That buzz saw is rising awfully slowly. Why don’t you girls give this cow’s udders a suckle before I make her nipples necklace pendants? Who could have guessed she would be dumb enough unlock the docking tube compartment for me? Go on! Be quick about it!”

Helen Thomas grinned at Mariko, who shyly shook her head, before smiling at Rachel Hartnell and nodding to Wanda.

Rachel shrugged her shoulders and quipped softly, “Well, we do owe Wanda for helping us out with our own debreastings, don’t we, Helen? Yours, directly and something that was desired, and mine, less directly, but not desired. The very least we can do is to kiss those lovely, perfect-shaped D-cups goodbye for her. What say you take one nipple, while I take the other, and we give her thirty seconds of a sensation that she, like we, will never feel again? By then, she’ll probably be able to feel the breeze from that buzz saw!”

Wanda Maximoff moaned as the breastless beauties stepped towards her and leaned forward, and moaned again, louder, as they began suckling on her turgid nipples. The auburn-haired Avenger groaned softly as she realized the humming sound of the swiftly spinning saw blade below her debreasting portals was growing louder, and she felt another orgasm growing within her loins. She smiled sheepishly. Despite the Princess’s loudly stated disapproval, she wasn’t going to reign in her emotions this debreasting. Instead, she was going to embrace the pain and pleasure that accompanied her new-found favorite pastime, whether torturous agony or sexual ecstasy. The Scarlet Witch moaned loudly in obvious heaven as twin beauties suckled her rock-hard nipples, and then she gasped in disappointment, on the edge of climax, as the breastless teachers suddenly straightened up and stepped backwards.

“It’s time to surrender my necklace pendants, sow!” Mary Garcia tersely proclaimed as she stepped forward with the docking tube still in her right hand. “You look turgid enough now. You said you wanted it slow, right, and done correctly so that I get the entire nipple in just one bite? Okay, I can manage that! This might sting a little as the blades bite into the base of your nipple, sow.”

The Scarlet Witch held her breath, hung at the edge of orgasm, as she watched the half-circle-shaped razorblades at the end of the docking tube slowly swing outward and upward and the tube itself get pushed toward her left breast, now cupped in Mary’s upturned left hand. Wanda, who could just see the ends of her big breasts through the bottom of her booth window, watched as the Latino teacher carefully pushed the barrel of the tube over her blood engorged left nipple, and slowly let the control button slide forward. The auburn-haired Avenger watched, still holding her breath, as Mary Garcia slowly slid the docking tube forward as the sharp razor blades rotated downward and inward.

The Scarlet Witch gasped loudly—she could feel a scraping sensation along the surface of her left areola, just above and below the base of her left nipple. Mary Garcia was wielding the docking tube with unexpected precision! Wanda could feel a slight squeezing sensation at the base of her left nipple. Her nipple began to itch. The itch became a sting! “AAGGH! OHHHahh! UHUH! UHHUGGGH!” Wanda sighed loudly, first at the sharp pain issuing from her left nipple as the razor blades bit into it, and then do to the wave of pleasure flooding through her sexual center. The young mutant watched as Mary slowly let the button slide forward, and gasped and groaned, despite the ongoing climax as sharp pain became burning agony.

The Scarlet Witch watched as her left breast suddenly twitched slightly upward, and tears filled her eyes—her left nipple had been severed from her breast and was now sealed inside the barrel of the docking tube by the fully closed razor blades. Her breast tip burned as if a white hot poker had been pushed against it, and she heard herself shrill, “OHHHHhh! OOOOHHHHhhh! YYyyeeesssss! Damn pleasure beams! DAMN! That HURT…hurt…so good! Again! The right nipple…just like the left!”

“As good for you as it was for me, sow?” Mary Garcia chortled softly. “In a hurry to get the right breast tip clipped, are we? Well first I think we need to prove that I’ve done a proper job on the left breast.” The Latino high school teacher slowly lifted the docking tube upward, away from its position against the tip of the left breast, to reveal a circular bloody wound where Wanda’s left nipple had protruded. “Oh, where did it go?” Mary pushed the tube, business end downward, in front of Wanda’s booth window and slowly pushed back on the sliding controller. The razor blades gradually rotated outward until a tiny nub of flesh dropped downward to land with a soft tapping sound on the silver meat tray. “There it is,” Mary chortled softly with laughter in her eyes as she stared into the tear-filled eyes in front of her, “my necklace pendent! Time to collect a second, is it not?”

Wanda Maximoff felt Mary’s left hand release her left breast and then cup the bottom of her right breast, as she watched the young teacher lower the docking tube downward until it was in front of her turgid right nipple. Again, the Scarlet Witch held her breath as she watched the half-circle-shaped razorblades at the end of the docking tube slowly swing outward and upward, and then saw the deadly instrument get pushed forward to surround her last remaining nipple. The lovely Avenger stared in trepidation as the Latino teacher slowly let the control button slide forward, moving the tube slowly toward the targeted breast as the sharp razor blades rotated downward and inward. Again, Wanda gasped as she felt the blade edges scrape the surface of her right areola until she could feel the expected squeezing sensation at the base of her right nipple.

“Are you ready, sow?” Mary asked softly with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. The Latino smiled as she watched Wanda grin and nod, while grim resolve formed on her pretty face. “Good!” Mary spat as she released the controller button allowing the docking tubes razor blades to abruptly rotate closed into the base of the swollen teat.

“AAAAOOOW, OHHH, UUHHH, UHHHUH!” the auburn-haired beauty in booth 1 screamed loudly in surprise and agony, before sighing loudly in the midst of orgasm.

“Sorry about that, sow, but we’d best get on with the main event!” Mary Garcia chortled softly with a friendly smile on her face. “The buzz saw blade is more than belly high, and we don’t want distractions while we’re playing OUR debreasting booth game! Oh, what is this? Another nippleless breast? Oh, and here’s the nipple…or should I rather say, my second nipple pendant!”

Through teary eyes, Wanda Maximoff watched the silver tube get raised before her booth window, its barrel turned downward, and the razor blades opened to allow her right nipple to drop downward onto the silver tray, making another small ‘tap’. “Well, Mary,” the Scarlet Witch hissed in agony as she stared at the bloody tip of her right breast, “I guess karma is alive and well. I’m sure I deserved that somehow. Do you have any other surprises for me?”

“I don’t think so, sow,” Mary Garcia replied tersely as she pushed the docking tube back into its compartment. “I’m done here. We’re just going to stand here and watch that saw ravage what’s left of your pretty breasts until they come free of your chest and drop down onto that silver landing pad you mentioned earlier. Then, after the wet double splat, I’m going to pick that meat tray up and carry our dinner to the kitchen. I don’t give a damn what happens to you, either in the meantime or afterwards. Enjoy your debreasting, sow! You only get to do it once, so make the most of it!”

The Scarlet Witch giggled quietly as tears flowed freely from her gold-flecked blue eyes. Wanda wondered what Mary would say if she knew that this would be her fourth debreasting. She was tempted to tell her, but instead found herself staring at her own mutilated breast tips, wondering why she couldn’t see the white hot pokers being applied to the nippleless areolae. “Oh…I’ll enjoy…my debreasting…Mary,” Wanda Maximoff stammered softly as she listened to the ever loudening hum and locked eyes with the young Latino, “as I’ve…looked forward to doing…all night long. Thank you…for playing the…debreasting booth game…with me. You should give it a try! The orgasmatron emitters are…OOHH! AAHHHhhh! AHHUHhhhh!”

“Damn, that girl sounds like she’s having fun in there!” Dinah Lance chortled softly with envy in her blue eyes. “Allowing the nipple docking sub-option must really up the orgasmatron intensity!”

“By twenty percent, Miss Dinah,” Cheryl replied, seemingly assuming Dinah’s observation was a question. “She gets another twenty percent for the dead slow debreasting speed, so she’ll be at eighty percent pleasure beam intensity towards the end of her booth stint. The emitter settings can’t be anywhere close to that yet. It must be the apprehension building in her mind.”

“Yes, Cheryl,” Sue Richards concurred excitedly, “Wanda’s libido is being fueled by her anticipation of being debreasted. She can probably hear the humming sound caused by that rapidly spinning buzz saw blade getting louder as it rises. Maybe she can even feel the air current from the saw on her lower breasts….”

“Not yet, Sue, but soon,” Janet Van Dyne corrected with a giggle, “and when she does it will be non-stop climax. Oliver, you’re a genius. By freeing Wanda of her need to behave heroically, you are allowing her to totally embrace the sex whore and pain slut within her. She’s soaking up the pleasure being beamed into her sex while bathing in the agony from the tips of her breasts…while no doubt craving even more excruciation when the main event begins in earnest. Sue, live and learn. I’m honestly jealous of both of you!” Janet grinned at the crestfallen look on Sue’s face as her prediction for the outcome of the blonde superheroine’s final booth stint sank in, while everyone else at the table burst into laughter.

Wanda Maximoff looked past the quartet of high school teachers in front of her debreasting booth to grin at her laughing tablemates who had clearly enjoyed watching her get her nipples docked. With the exception of Sue, her friends were either staring at her with envy or eager anticipation. The auburn-haired Avenger blushed badly—being the center of attention wasn’t something she was ever comfortable with. The fact that the heroine’s ongoing forced climaxes were generating much of the envy made the embarrassment even worse. The eager anticipation of course was understandable. Her tablemates had waited all night long to watch the Scarlet Witch getting her big balloons popped. That would start soon! The humming from the rapidly spinning blade sure sounded close to the drapes of her breasts.

Wanda issued a loud, continuous, staccato sigh as she plunged into the most intense climax yet when she suddenly felt the chill of a breeze on the undersides of her tender chest ornaments. Despite her very real desires to accept the debreasting and the wonderful rollercoaster ride of agony and ecstasy that came with it, the Scarlet Witch found herself bucking in her bonds trying to free herself. She was instinctively desperate to pull her flesh out of the path of the slowly rising, rapidly spinning, buzz saw. Then Wanda Maximoff felt it—the almost imperceptible tickle under the drapes of her breasts just along the outer edges of her lower sternum. The Scarlet Witch froze in mid breath, both the fire emanating from her breast tips and the ecstasy of sweet climax suddenly forgotten. The popping pins had found her big balloons!

“Look, Helen, the saw blade has reached the cow’s breasts!” Mariko cried in a voice quivering with excitement as she pointed with the index finger of her right hand. The pretty Japanese girl smiled as her beautiful brunette lover grinned and pulled her into her arms as she nodded.

“Yes, and it’s about time too!” Rachel Hartnell chortled softly as she winked at Mary Garcia. “Getting debreasted sure makes a girl hungry…and it seems like an eternity since I was standing where she is. Why is it taking forever for you to collect her sandwich meat, Mary?”

“Hey, I didn’t pick the debreasting speed,” the comparatively ordinary looking breasted Latino replied to the smoking hot blonde beside her. “Stop complaining, Rachel! Even on dead slow, those big jugs of hers ought to be bacon in another three minutes. Then, once your bellies are full, we’ll get you and Helen to an insta-care facility to get skin grafts, before finding out whether getting debreasted makes a girl horny too!”

“GggggaaaaaAAAAHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!” hissed from between the Scarlet Witch’s tightly clenched teeth as the slight tickling sensation became an itch that slowly spread upward and, for the moment, mostly inward underneath the bases of her breasts, and gradually began to sting. “OOHHOOooo! UHHUHhh! FUCK YES! Damn…pleasure beams!” Wanda Maximoff gasped as another massive climax flooded through her loins. “Going to get tamed if….WHAT? WET!” Wanda involuntarily shivered in horror despite the orgasmic glow being issued from her sexual center that had thoroughly muddled her mind. She could feel blood leaking downward from the slices into the bases of her breasts!

“Wanda Maximoff’s big balloons are leaking air!” Janet Van Dyne hollered excitedly as she bounced on her chair. “They are getting POPPED, my friends! Right before your eyes! This is what I was talking about! Isn’t this the best, or what?”

“Get thee to thy optometrist, friend Janet,” Princess Diana of Themyscira urged with obvious concern on her face as she shook her head in disbelief. “‘Tis not air flowing from yon wounds in the undersides of friend Wanda’s womanly orbs, but ‘tis instead blood, though not so much as one might expect….”

“Janet was speaking metaphorically, Princess,” Oliver Queen chuckled softly while grinning from ear to ear. “It’s her way of saying that Wanda’s crown jewels are in the process of being pilfered. The winsome one doesn’t need an eye doctor, she needs a psychiatrist! That said, I do agree with you on one point, Janet. This IS the best! Watching tablemates cough up girl parts is more fun than just about anything this side of sex. Don’t you agree, Hank, my man?”

“I do agree, Oliver,” Hank Pym replied softly as he watched the whirring saw blade slowly rise up the front wall of debreasting booth 1 with unblinking eyes. “Isn’t it ironic that Wanda is the one having sex, after a fashion, while she ponies up her ta tas for our viewing pleasure. Damn, I don’t think I could get off while that circular blade was slicing its way through me!”

“‘Tis as I proclaimed hours ago!” Diana declared gruffly with a frown on her face. “Forced climaxes are ever so demeaning! Did thou all not hear friend Wanda proclaim herself in the midst of being tamed? ‘Twould take much to convince me to enter yon debreasting booths. One should not intentionally debase oneself without great cause!”

“Well, Diana, based on the fact that hours ago you proclaimed you would never enter one of those bacon traps, and now it would just take some convincing to get you to do so, I’d guess you’re suffering a change of heart regarding the value of forced climaxes,” Sue Richards observed softly with a victorious smile on her face. “Believe me! Getting your bacon poached is a lot more acceptable if you are getting a nice orgasmatron treatment while you pony up the boobies! Not that that’s going to happen to me tonight!”

“I’m fifty-fifty with Sue this time, guys,” Dinah Lance declared with an impish grin on her face. “I’d rather risk getting tamed by orgasm inducers while I’m getting my chest wrecked than not. A girl deserves something in exchange for shelling out her tits! However, like the rest of you, I’m hoping she’s a bad fortune teller. Sorry, Sue, but I want to watch you fork over your melons just like Wanda is. I bet she’s got mixed feelings about it just now, though. That buzz saw is chewing fairly deeply into Witchie’s big hooters!”

The Scarlet Witch grinned despite the gasps of agony that mixed with the sighs of orgasmic pleasure coming from her throat and the steady stream of tears flowing down her cheeks. The orgasmatron emitters had just stepped up in intensity for the first time! Wanda was enjoying the insidious compensation for the ongoing harvesting of her breast bacon, despite the burning agony emanating from the wounds in the centers of her de-nippled areolae and the intense pain slowly rising up her chest as her girls were gradually parted from their parent. The comely Avenger was chagrined about one aspect of this debreasting—she longed for the breast pampering, or at least the breast stretching, that accompanied most bacon poaching. Perhaps she should never have suggested that docking should be added to the debreasting option menu!

Wanda Maximoff stared at the four teachers before her. The three breastless girls were staring at her debreasting portals with horror on their faces, while Mary Garcia looked on with jubilant fascination. Wanda suspected that there was quite a bit of red on her ribcage now, and that the counterclockwise spinning saw was creating a thin pinkish mist drifting to her left on the kitchen side of the debreasting portals—the primary reasons for the breastless teachers’ horror, although the Avenger was quite certain she was in no danger of bleeding to death.

The Scarlet Witch stared past her lip-licking debreastor to her tablemates. Wanda grinned sheepishly—all eyes were riveted on her breasts and the buzz saw rising upward into them, and everyone’s faces were beaming with delight. Why not! Didn’t everyone enjoy watching a nice debreasting? Wasn’t the sound of a sow sighing in agony tinged ecstasy while the air rushed out of her breast balloons totally gratifying? Wasn’t watching and listening to those sights and sounds all the more captivating when the owner of the breasts being forfeited was a friend and colleague? There wasn’t cause to begrudge her tablemate’s for the joy Wanda’s debreasting was bringing them. After all, Wanda had been gleefully enthralled when it had been Janet’s breasts getting the chop…and Zatanna’s…and Diana’s…and Dinah’s. Life in the debreasting club was most rewarding…well mostly!

Wanda Maximoff moaned softly in excruciating pain, the pleasure beams bathing her sex suddenly insufficient compensation for the havoc being wreaked on her mammaries. The young Avenger blushed badly as she pulled her eyes from her tablemates to stare at the mutilated tips of her breasts. The auburn-haired heroine imagined the rapidly spinning disk of the saw blade must be buried quite deeply into the bases of her breasts now—the spreading line of fire emanating from her chest had reached her intermammary cleft, and was now proceeding upward along the outer bases of her breasts. This debreasting method was bringing unanticipated sensations—a strange rhythmic vibration could be felt via her breasts—probably associated with the mechanical movements of the electric motor that spun the circular saw blade so quickly that the saw teeth were hidden in a blur.

The Scarlet Witch gasped in surprise—the sensation of white hot pokers being applied to her breast tips was suddenly fading, but now fiery agony was exploding outward from the cores of her breasts. Wanda understood immediately that the nerve-rich corridors of nerves that led to her nipples, before they had been amputated, were being slowly severed by the rising buzz saw blade. “Mary…how deep?” Wanda Maximoff hissed hoarsely as she sought confirmation of her diagnosis. “Am I…halfway…?”

“Are your hooters halfway done becoming dinner, sow?” Mary Garcia replied gruffly with a hard look on her face and murder in her brown eyes. “Is that what you want to know, sow? Yes, you’re halfway to becoming a breastless girl…maybe a little more.” Then, as the mean look faded from her face and anger left her eyes, the Latino girl added, “Just hang in there, Wanda. You only have to put up with the pain for another minute…maybe ninety seconds.”

Wanda Maximoff forced a smile onto her pretty face and nodded, as she hissed, “Good! I wouldn’t want…the fun…to be over…too soon! OH! GOD! Pleasure beams…stepped up in….OOOHHHOOOHH! AAHHHYYyyyeessss! UHHHhhhhuuuhhhHH! OH! DAMN! This is….a BLAST!” The Scarlet Witch laughed inwardly despite the horrible agony radiating from her breasts as she watched disconcertment flood through her Latino debreastor’s face.

“Good!” Sue Richards spat softly with relief filling her lovely face as she smiled out to her sighing friend. “For a minute I thought Wanda was going to have to suffer the rest of her debreasting in agony. Fortunately, Bill’s miraculous orgasmatron emitter is managing to match the pain with pleasure again.”

“Yes, well I’m afraid I can’t take credit for that invention, Susan,” Bill Jennings clarified while chuckling heartily as he took in the ongoing debreasting with obvious satisfaction. “The earliest orgasm inducers were actually invented by a 21^st Century supervillain. You may have heard of him. His name was Victor Von Doom!”

“Oh, that’s rich, Bill,” Oliver Queen chided dryly as he pulled his eyes away from the buzz saw action and grinned at the blonde matriarch of the Fantastic Four. “That means Sue here was likely the first superheroine to ever be forced climaxed while standing over a pleasure beam emitter, and we just didn’t see the evidence of its happening posted on The Wizard’s Lair! Doctor Doom is her team’s arch villain!”

“Ahhh!” Princess Diana spat loudly with a mischievous grin on her face. “‘Tis now apparent where friend Sue has gained her predilection for forced climaxes. I must spend some time searching through this Wizard’s Lair thou speak of for this evidence of Sue’s debasement at Von Doom’s hands.”

“That might take a while, Princess” Dinah pointed out with an impish grin on her face, “as you’re going to have to wade through a ton of pictures of Wonder Woman getting tied up, stripped naked, and raped, not to mention more than a few of the same for both Supergirl and Batgirl, before you find what you’re looking for. Don’t pretend you don’t know the website inside and out. Didn’t we already establish you’re a regular guest heroine there?”

“So Diana is a superstar of the adult superheroine entertainment genre,” Hank Pym chortled gleefully without taking his eyes off of the Scarlet Witch’s breasts in mid forfeiture, “there is nothing wrong with that. I just wish the rest of you girls would get a little more attention. You girls should follow the Princess’s lead and spend a little more time getting tied up, stripped naked, and raped for your fans appreciation. What do you think, little one?”

“I think Wanda’s big balloons are leaking air fast now, my perverted husband,” Janet Van Dyne replied tersely as she bounced excitedly on her chair and grinned at her best friend. “Seriously, most of us heroines get caught and punished by the bad guys fairly regularly. We just don’t have the boobs and/or the back stories to make it big in the adult superheroine genre. Why not join the rest of the fan boys and enjoy all the Wonder Woman you can get. Now, back to serious entertainment matters…it’s not too long before we get to hear my favorite sound…a nice loud wet double plop!”

The Scarlet Witch moaned softly as her chest burned and her sex glowed. Wanda was finally starting to enjoy her debreasting—at least to the extent one could enjoy the amputation of body parts. Over the past minute, the intensity of the orgasmatron emitter had stepped up twice, while the excruciating agony from the depths of her breasts had subsided to fiery throbbing aches and sharp knifing stings. The Avenger knew the subsiding pain meant most of the nerves in her breasts had been severed, and were slowly dying as her breasts accepted the murder being forced upon them.

The itching line of fire around the bases of Wanda Maximoff’s breasts had spread up her intermammary cleft to reach the apexes of her breasts, as well as around the drapes of her tender orbs to her outer side boob. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this meant only an inch or two of tissue in the upper outer quadrants of her breasts remained connected to chest. While Wanda was far from being a genius, she was no dummy either. It wouldn’t take too much longer for the humming and whirring buzz saw to finish her girls off. The Scarlet Witch gasped in pain and sighed in climax as she rode the debreasting booth rollercoaster, waiting for the final increase in pleasure beam intensity she knew would come to announce her imminent breastlessness.

The Scarlet Witch’s world was the loud hum all around her, and the faint rapidly rhythmic mechanical vibrations being carried through her breasts despite the searing pain that enveloped them. Wanda’s mind was muddled, overwhelmed by the myriad of sensations from her ravaged chest and the orgasmic bliss flowing from her loins. Seconds had become eternity as the ‘buxom’ Avenger hovered on the edge of sensory overload. Suddenly, Wanda’s mind became crystal clear as one stupendous event brought everything into focus—her left breast, under the influence of the counterclockwise motion of the rapidly spinning saw disk, had just rotated sideways away from her sternum.

Wanda Maximoff gasped with surprise and then issued a long staccato sigh of climax as the clever debreasting booth computer arrived at the same conclusion she had. Her breasts were loose on her chest, attached to the Avenger only by thin strips of flesh in their upper outer corners—the Scarlet Witch was on the verge of donating her bacon to the worldwide food chain, and was getting her final seconds of near-maximum-intensity pleasure beam reward for surrendering her lovely breasts. Wanda sang in orgasmic delight, not caring what the Amazon Princess might think of her. Then the auburn-haired Avenger felt her right breast slide inward, and choked off her song of ecstasy.

Wanda concentrated, struggling to feel and hear the last of the air rushing from her tender breast balloons. The 21^st Century superheroine felt a new stinging sensation as air flowed over tissue never meant to feel the breeze, and held her breath as she impatiently waited while time stood still. “PLOP-PLOP!” rang out loudly from the floor in front of Wanda Maximoff’s debreasting booth over the mechanical sounds of booth restraints releasing its trapped victim. Wanda watched an ecstatic Janet Van Dyne leap to her feet and heard her passionately scream, “POPPED! ANOTHER SET BITES THE DUST!” The Scarlet Witch heard herself issue another loud, staccato sigh of climax, this time without the aid of a orgasm inducer, as reality sank in—she had been debreasted, again, and Mary Garcia was kneeling to retrieve the evidence of this reality.

Wanda Maximoff, much to Mary’s chagrin, grinned with elation as she saw the two large conical lumps of meat and two smaller soon-to-be necklace pendants pushed before her debreasting booth window on a silver meat tray. “Very nice, Mary,” Wanda chirped softly. “Please do enjoy your sandwiches. That was a lovely debreasting booth game we played. I hope you had as much fun as I did. Oops! I have to go now. I think the booth attendant, Jane, wants to go to work on my side boobs and make sure all of my breast bacon makes it to the kitchen. Bye bye!” Wanda smiled one last time before stepping back out of the debreasting booth while Bill Jennings hurried towards the Game room door.

Chapter 40. Sue Wins!

“Please do hold still, Miss Wanda,” a Mohawked Jane urged gruffly as she carefully worked surgical scissors around the bulge of the 21^st Century superheroine’s truncated side boob, attempting to remove the fatty breast tissue from the underlying pectoral muscles, “I’m almost done removing the remnants of your left breast from your chest. You don’t want to waste any of your meat do you?” Jane nodded as she watched the beautiful auburn-haired girl shake her head between grunts, and then chided, “Good! But groans and twinges aren’t going to make me turn this ugly pruned chest into nice smooth, curved contours any faster are they?”

“How are we coming along here?” Bill Jennings asked loudly to announce his arrival as he approached a frowning Wanda Maximoff from behind, just as sighs and moans of sexual pleasure began being issued from booth 5.

“We are coming along fine, Bill,” Wanda replied slowly in a cracking voice as she listened to Stacy’s ballad of sexual bliss while Jane finally started cleaning up her right chest wound, “although this part of the debreasting booth experience really blows…probably for Jane as much as me. Now I wish I hadn’t suggested adding the docking tube sub-option! Why can’t you invent some sort of automated trimmer to harvest the leftover bacon with? You have technology to bend laser beams, don’t you? Just make a razor laser device to calculate the desired pectoral contours as it’s drug up or down the chest, separating breast tissue from muscle. Hell! You can call it a Witch Blade if you want, although that term might still be trademarked, and use it to replace the Zatanna hoop knife and breast shears for manual debreastings too! What do you think, Jane?”

“Whatever suits Mr. Jennings, Miss Wanda,” Jane replied softly with a twisted smile on her face as she quickly and efficiently snipped breast tissue from muscle. “I don’t mind the added work the new docking tube sub-option created, seeing as Mr. Jennings gave me a nice pay raise on account of it. However, if he wants to invent this Witch Blade razor device AND let me keep the pay raise, I’ll be singing in satisfaction just as loudly as that sow in booth 5 is. Okay, I’m done here, Miss Wanda. Do you want me to call for one of the waitresses to come and get the kitchen trimmings, Boss, while I get Miss Wanda cleaned up and bandaged?”

“No, you go ahead and take the salvaged bacon to the kitchen, Jane,” Bill Jennings replied calmly with a smile on his face. “I’ll take care of the sow in booth 5…if her bad luck ends and she gets her donation accepted. Meanwhile, I’ll get Wanda’s chest and belly wiped down before bandaging her. Please do hurry, though, Jane. I need to talk to Wanda in my office. Oh! On your way back, do try to get those skittish girls congregated outside the Game room door to get off the fence and take their turns in the debreasting booths. I really would rather avoid paying another waitress a pension tonight!” The nightclub owner grinned as the Mohawked nurse hurried towards the Game room door.

“Well, did you enjoy your docking followed by a nice debreasting by circular saw, Miss Maximoff?” Bill asked softly with a chuckle as he pulled a wet towel out of one of the drawers at Jane’s workstation, squatted, and began wiping the red from the Scarlet Witch’s abdomen.

“Yes, Bill, I did enjoy my debreasting booth game,” Wanda replied in a husky, quivering voice as she stared down into the nightclub owners gleaming gray eyes as he gingerly dabbed around her chest wounds after cleaning her belly and lower ribcage, “although I found the docking to be more of a distraction than I expected. I don’t regret giving it a try, but I don’t see it becoming something I look forward too on a regular basis. The circular saw was more interesting than I expected, though!”

“That’s good, Wanda,” Bill chuckled as he tossed the towel into a laundry bag, “but don’t judge the docking to harshly…yet at least. You have to remember, a pair of nipples does not a docking make. What say we take care of clipping off the third and final nub now?”

“Wha…WHAT?” Wanda Maximoff gasped loudly as her gold-flecked blue eyes flew downward to lock onto the declitting tube Bill Jennings was fishing out of his inside jacket pocket. “Wait just one damned minute! Nobody said anything about getting me declitted! I do NOT want to get myself nullified…AGAIN!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter as he watched the horror fill the Scarlet Witch’s face as he moved the business end of the bloodless clitoridectomy tool towards her vulva. Despite her protests, the 21^st Century superheroine was doing absolutely nothing that would prevent him from excising her sex life. Whether the stunningly beautiful girl realized it or not, she was completely tamed. She was livestock to be willingly led to the slaughter pen by any 41^st Century rancher who chose to do so. Having proven the point to himself, Bill Jennings put the declitting tube back into his pocket and stood, before calmly replying, “In that case, we will forgo your declitting tonight, Miss Maximoff. What say we get you bandaged? Then, when Jane returns, we can have a nice heart to heart talk.”

“You’re not going to declit me?” Wanda Maximoff rasped softly with relief in her voice, but disappointment in her eyes as she watched Bill tear open a large round bandage wrapper. “You were just teasing me?”

“No, Wanda, I’m not going to declit you…tonight at least,” Jennings replied softly as he carefully applied the bandage to the time tourist’s left chest wound. “I was just testing you. You’ve adapted to our society’s customs quite well. I think you really could pass for one of our free rangers out on the streets, Miss Maximoff.”

“That is a good thing, isn’t it, Bill?” Wanda asked softly as she watched another bandage wrapper get torn open. “A good thing that my friends and I won’t get ourselves identified as illegal time travelers. There probably would be a pretty stiff penalty for breaking that law, I would imagine.”

“Yes, I would imagine so, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied softly as he applied the second chest bandage. “I would imagine that every means available would be used to extract information from you…especially information regarding any locals that might have knowingly harbored you. Then I expect you and those locals would die very slowly while knowing that you girls’ meat would be wasted…go uneaten as the ultimate punishment in a society where girl meat is valued above life itself. That’s why I want to talk to you, Wanda. You and your friends’ plans…I don’t think you understand the risks you’re taking…the dangers you will be placing yourselves…and others….”

“Don’t you, Bill?” Wanda Maximoff asked softly over the sounds of booth restraints releasing in booth 5 and the Game room door opening. “Then I’ll do my best to make you believe we do understand, Bill…in a few moments…in your office. Hey, Stacy!” Wanda called out as an ecstatic blonde rushed out of booth 5 still carrying perfect D-cups on her chest. “You go, girl! You made it through your debreasting booth game with a free orgasmatron treatment!” Wanda gave the blonde a quick hug, before urging, while nodding to a newly returned Jane who had a handful of new players in tow, “Just don’t forget to put at least your bottoms back on, girl. You said you wanted to talk to me in your office, Mr. Jennings?”

Bill Jennings shrugged his shoulders before nodding and heading for his closed office door. It was time to use his hidden leverage to put the Scarlet Witch back in line. If he couldn’t get her to retreat from the dangerous path she seemed adamant to begin down, he might have to end the playacting and make her and her friends meat. That would be a pity! If he could keep the superheroine’s interest focused on Final Fantasy, there would be an unending supply of her friends’ breasts to harvest, and, occasionally, a superheroine would be lost to the 21^st Century as she became 41^st Century meat!”

“Those are really me?” Wanda Maximoff asked in a soft, quivering voice as she stared up from the guest chair in Bill Jennings’ office at the trophy board on the wall. “That bastard, the Riddler, he really did have the breasts he guillotined from my chest stuffed and mounted?” Wanda shook her head in disbelief as she stared at the perfect D-cups with the gold label ‘Scarlet Witch’ beneath them. “We’d heard rumors, of course, but there was never any definitive proof. I’ll catch him and kill him for what he did to me! Someday I will!”

“Yes, those are the breasts you were born with, Miss Maximoff,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle as he glanced from the Scarlet Witch’s awestruck face to the trophy board. “They cost me a fortune, but, given my line of work, they were quite worth it I think. Kraven the Hunter’s taxidermist did an excellent job with them. They are perfectly preserved, so lifelike despite their death by guillotine, even after two thousand years.”

“You used the 3D scanner, you and Cheryl, on the trophy board and then my chest, to calculate the increased breast volume a girl gets after using the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator following her initial debreasting?” Wanda asked as epiphany flooded into her mind, and she glanced away from the trophy board to watch Bill nod with an ear-to-ear grin on his face. “Well, they might have shrunk over time! My breasts might not be…I mean…not have been…that much larger than these were. Never mind! It doesn’t matter that my breasts got bigger and firmer! I’m going to kill the Riddler for taking those from me! Did I? Does he go on to debreast more heroines?”

“No spoilers, Wanda,” Bill Jennings chided softly as he slowly shook his head. “You mustn’t learn anything about your personal future while visiting this century. Doing so could lead you to change your future and my past. I can’t risk that happening. I also can’t let you girls cause trouble for me and my friends in the here and now, Wanda. This dangerous path you girls are about to embark on will likely do just that…or see you all made meat! Either way, I lose. I won’t stand for it, Wanda! You will stop trying to change this society or, I promise you, I’ll make you meat myself!”

“Before my time, Bill?” the Scarlet Witch asked calmly with a knowing look on her face. “Wouldn’t that change your past, Bill? Your future isn’t written, but mine is. If you end my personal timeline before it is meant to end, your past WILL change, and likely not for the better. Will your beloved society develop if the 21^st Century falls to the Skrulls or the Kree…or just some society of supervillains? Maybe not! Do you dare take the chance? No, I think you’ll make me meat on the day history recorded I vanished in the 21^st Century, and not a day before.”

“Damn it, girl,” Bill Jennings hissed in frustration, “you’re playing with fire, and sooner or later you are going to get you and your friends burned! Why can’t you stick to playing the time tourist debreasting club fanatic? Why do you have to interfere with the worldwide food chain?”

“I have no intention of interfering with the worldwide food chain, Bill,” Wanda replied slowly and calmly as she locked her eyes with the nightclub owner’s. “I accept the fact that, for the foreseeable future, girls are the only acceptable alternative when it comes to livestock. However, even in my society, there were laws to govern how livestock is treated. There should be such laws here too! Illegal foxhunts should be ended. Girls should not be kidnapped for use in backyard barbecue parties. Even you espouse that girls should be treated fairly within your society’s customs and laws…I’ve heard you say it!”

Wanda Maximoff took a deep breath while her words sank into the nightclub owner’s mind, and then, just as he was about to reply, continued with, “Now, I’ll get back to the fairness issue shortly. First, however, I’ll point out that you yourself broadened our interaction in this society past the doors of Final Fantasy. You and your friends invited us to Club X, where your society, fairly, harvested a third of my party. You invited us to your dairy, where you harvested our milk while we listened to your rather revolutionary philosophy about livestock, the government, and conversion to meat. Shall we step back, and end that broadening of me and my friends’ interaction with your society? Shall I not bring a handful of X-girls to accompany Cheryl and me to Club X, about a month from now? That would take a load off of my shoulders, although I’m sure that I still would somehow become responsible for the decimation of mutant kind if our change in plans prevents some of those X-girls from being made meat.”

“No, wait!” Wanda urged as a very angry looking Bill Jennings opened his mouth to issue a terse retort. “Just listen to me for a moment! I know you feel pressed to handle this situation and prevent me and my friends from causing undue trouble. However, I beg you to give us just a little rope, and then I think you’ll begin to trust us as you become entangled with some of your society’s shortcomings. Let us soothe our guilty consciences by showing Jason Carlson and his friends that foxes can bite back. Then, my friends and I will lay low until our scheduled second visit to your dairy. Then, with your visit to Club X with Barbara behind you, you can milk me and my heroine friends before debreasting us and taking us to dinner in celebration of your daughter’s birthday. Then, I’ll return, with X-girls in tow, and play death games for you at Club X. If I survive, I’ll stand by your side as your daughter enjoys her rite-of-passage conversion to meat at the Sunday picnic. If, by then, you still think me and my friends are a danger to your society, tell us to stop visiting this century. If you do that, I promise you will never see us again!”

“All right, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied slowly in a carefully measured tone, “I’ll give you the rope you ask for, although I won’t be at all surprised to hear of your being hanged with it by Carlson. If not, I look forward to your afternoon at the dairy, and to collecting you and your friends’ breasts after your milk runs dry. Then, I’ll do my best to see you and your mutant girlfriends made meat at Club X. However, if I fail to do that, I won’t ask you to stop coming to Final Fantasy. I want you to keep returning here…I want you to continue to add to my profit margin and my collection of superheroine trophy boards…I want you to continue to add the occasional heroine to….”

“We won’t, Bill!” the Scarlet Witch interrupted tersely with resolve written on her face. “Regardless of my personal wishes, we won’t return to Final Fantasy after tonight. Not unless the fairness issue is dealt with once and for all. We want to be treated like any other girl in this society. If you visit Final Fantasy and enter the Game room, your drinks are free without entering the nightly lottery. You have to stop entering us, or manipulating others into entering us, involuntarily into the nightly lottery. What happened to Zatanna tonight…! My friends…I won’t have their lives unnecessarily risked!”

“Most any other girl in this society who visits Final Fantasy has already risked her meat in the weekly Lottery, Wanda,” Bill Jennings sternly replied with a hard look on his face, “so don’t tell me that you and your friends are taking unfair risks when you have your meat entered into my nightly lottery despite having risked your breasts in my Game room. If you want to keep visiting my society, you’ll have to be willing to risk ending up part of the worldwide food chain. You are girls after all! Still, I don’t want you to get stingy with your meat and stop visiting my nightclub, do I? Therefore, I’ll offer you a compromise. Every girl you bring with you must enter the lottery the first time she sits breasted at one of my tables when it’s held. If there are no breasted new girls at your table, you and your veteran breasted friends must, by the device of your own choosing, randomly select one of you to enter my lottery. Is that an acceptable compromise, Scarlet Witch, or is the risk of becoming meat still too high for you to live with?”

“If my friends and I were afraid of dying, Bill Jennings,” Wanda Maximoff hissed angrily back while quivering with excitement, “we wouldn’t be superheroines, and we would never have visited your society in the first place. If I were afraid of being made meat, would I have agreed to visit Club X a second time in order to get Cheryl, a sweet girl I barely know, promoted? No, I’m fine with risking my meat when I know what I’m letting myself in for. I think my friends will find your offered compromise acceptable, Bill. As it encourages us to bring new heroines into our debreasting club, I think your collection of heroine memorabilia will continue to grow. If it also means that the number of 21^st Century superheroines slowly decreases…well we will just have to live with that too! Shall we return to our table and give everyone the good news?”

“Not just yet, Wanda, and I suggest you tell them on your way home,” Bill replied with a friendly smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want my moment of weakness rubbed into my face in front of Hank and Oliver….”

“And Cheryl?” Wanda interjected with a triumphant smile on her face.

“Yes, I wouldn’t want Cheryl to see how malleable I am in your company, either, Miss Maximoff, would I?” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle as he grinned in self satisfaction. The ex-President would be thrilled to hear that he had arranged for the slow thinning of the herd of 21^st Century superheroines that had pained the man in his early days. That Bill himself had arranged for more heroine meat to be added to Final Fantasy’s profit margin wouldn’t go unnoticed either. He would have to come up with an appropriate gift for the ex-President to send with the news. It was a pity Coach Taft had claimed Zatanna’s fillet!

“Well, let’s finish up here with the usual order of business, shall we, Wanda?” Jennings asked softly as his revelry was interrupted by the auburn-haired Avenger’s probing stare. “Let’s hear your suggestions for new debreasting methods, intermission contests, and execution methods for my lottery winners?”

“Let’s count the Witch Blade laser razor as my contribution to new debreasting methods, Bill,” Wanda giggled softly as she struggled to read the nightclub owner’s strange behavior. “For intermission contests, well I thought the catfight in the dairy with the debreasting brassieres was interesting enough for adult entertainment. At least no one gets killed in that sort of contest. As for execution methods, how about drowning chambers? The sows who win your lottery are placed in the chamber with an ankle chained to the floor. They fight to tread water as the chamber slowly fills, but ultimately the water rises above the slack in the chain…glub, glub, glub!”

“Doable, Wanda, either here at Final Fantasy for execution or at Club X as a contest to see which girls can resist drowning the longest,” Bill Jennings replied with a mischievous look on his face. “Good suggestions all, although I especially like the drowning chamber. It would be only fitting if I got the chance to give you the witch test, wouldn’t it? Now, perhaps we should rejoin your tablemates. They are probably wondering what is taking so long.”

“No, Bill,” Wanda corrected softly with a crooked smile on her face as she took one final look at her breasts on the trophy board while unconsciously rubbing her chest bandages, “they will probably be surprised to see us so soon. Janet and Sue, at least, knew I would be arguing with you about our being entered into the nightly lottery. They probably will be surprised that I was able to extract any sort of compromise from you, let alone so quickly. It’s too bad I have to wait until the trip home to tell them, but I understand the need to preserve the great Bill Jennings’ untarnished reputation as a consummate thinner of herds!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter as together, he and the stunningly beautiful breastless Scarlet Witch, made their way to the Game room door. His laughter continued as they paused while rose-colored bikini bottoms were pulled up long, shapely, athletic legs and the matching top was tossed into a trash bin. Only as the pair reentered the bustling main room did he stifle his unbridled joy. The Scarlet Witch had agreed to continue sending superheroine meat to his kitchen, and thought she had won the argument by doing so. This was PRICELESS!

“Well, was it as much fun as it sounded like it was?” Janet Van Dyne asked with a twinkle in her blue eyes and a mischievous grin on her face as Wanda Maximoff and Bill Jennings retook their seats at the table. “That was your most vociferous debreasting yet, Wanda!”

“Yeah, Wanda, you sounded like you were cumming like a freight train in that debreasting booth!” Dinah Lance added with an impish grin on her face.

“It also sounded like you were hurting quite badly as your boobies were amputated, Wanda,” Sue Richards observed with concern obvious on her face.

“Indeed!” Princess Diana of Themyscira spat loudly before derisively chiding, “Thy begging at the beginning of thy debreasting booth game and thy wailing as thee surrendered thy womanly orbs were almost as embarrassing as thy sighs of ecstasy as thou were forced climaxed in yon debreasting booth, friend Wanda.”

“Yes, Janet, I had a blast getting my balloons popped!” Wanda Maximoff admitted softly with a smile on her face and a far-away look in her eyes. “I relented and decided to give Oliver’s request a try. I left the heroine here at this table and entered the Game room an ordinary girl. I intentionally focused on the moment, and the emotions that were crashing through my mind as I rode the debreasting booth rollercoaster. I climaxed so hard and so often, I actually thought I might get myself tamed, Dinah, and getting debreasted actually HURT, hurt like hell, this time, Sue. Do give it a try, when you do your final booth stint, if things don’t go the way you want. You may find giving in to the inner girl as you have your bacon poached quite therapeutic! As for your observation, Princess, I was playing a game with a partner that wanted an unwilling sow. I did my best to give her what she wanted as she harvested her sandwich meat from my chest! You’ll get no apologies for that!”

“Yes, well, the result was some most satisfying entertainment, Wanda,” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he grinned at the Scarlet Witch’s flattened chest. “Listening to all that yelping, sighing, gasping, and moaning while you ponied up your big melons really added to the show. I’m sure Hank agrees, don’t you, old buddie?”

“It sure did, Ollie,” Hank replied softly with a silly grin on his face as he hugged his wife around her back and fingered her right chest bandage without being aware of doing so. “This has been a great night, girls! Well worth the hefty price we guys paid to get here!”

“Yes, Hank, it’s almost been worth the stiff, pardon the intentional pun, sacrifices we guys had to make to get to watch this show,” Oliver acknowledged tersely with gleaming green eyes. “However, I won’t be fully satisfied until our entire table has paid tit for tat for those sacrifices. How about it, Sue? Are you ready to stick those pretty tits of yours through the debreasting portals again? Will you follow Wanda’s example and let us hear what you’re feeling as you get your lovely melons plucked out of the debreasting portals? What about you, Cheryl? You’re sitting at our table! Isn’t it about time you stuck those huge hooters of yours through debreasting portals again? Now that you’re a manager and not a waitress, you can probably donate them to the worldwide food chain and still do your job at Final Fantasy.”

“Sorry, Mr. Queen, but only Grade A girls work at Final Fantasy, at least in the main nightclub venue,” Cheryl Simmons replied politely with a friendly smile on her face, “and you need breasts to maintain that meat grading. Besides, you also need breasts to be escorted to Club X, as Wanda and I will be about a month from now. It would break my boss’s heart if I didn’t give him a real shot at making me meat at his social club. No, you will have to hope Miss Sue provides you the added entertainment you crave, while I enjoy finally being the biggest breasted girl at this table. I really enjoyed watching you earn these, Miss Wanda!” Cheryl’s grin broadened as she reached over and poked the Scarlet Witch’s left breast bandage.

“Oliver can hope that I provide him with his desired entertainment all he wants, Cheryl,” Sue Richards proclaimed softly with a quivering voice, “but I’m going to do my best to deny him that sordid spectacle. At the very least, he’s going to have to wait! We just watched four out of five girls who entered the Game room get their balloons popped. I’ll wait for a less dangerous moment to risk my third and final debreasting booth stint!”

“SLAPPED!” Janet Van Dyne hollered excitedly. “Good call, Sue! The fun isn’t over yet! That short oriental girl just hit the kill switch on those drooping C-cups hanging out of booth 4’s debreasting portals. Gee, I wonder what fun she’s chosen to put her puppies through. Speaking of fun, high pockets, do I need to remind you that there are wounds and not fun bags underneath those bandages?”

“Oh, my bad, little one,” Hank Pym replied red faced as he pulled his right arm back from his wife’s torso. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. However, I think I’ve gotten used to the sounds those debreasting booths make now. That girl’s ‘puppies’ are going to be dealing with the snippers very shortly!” Indeed, a minute later the scientist-cum-superhero was watching his wife bounce on her chair as a slender redhead had sharpened steel pushed into her breasts from above and below. Despite the ensuing sighs of climax and shrieks of agony, the comely blue-eyed girl had a smile on her face when she exited the Game room door with round, white bandages on her chest.

“Well, it looks like you’ve got another satisfied customer there, Bill,” Oliver observed dryly as he nodded to the smiling redhead. “Evidently, she didn’t mind getting something off her chest!”

“Many of my customers look forward to at least eventually making their partial conversions to meat at Final Fantasy, Oliver,” Bill Jennings chuckled back softly. “Hopefully, that breastless redhead will tell all her friends about her delightful experience tonight over the orgasmatron beam emitters, and how fulfilling it feels for a girl to finally make her initial contribution to the worldwide food chain. I depend on those rave morning-after reviews at the workplace far more than my multi-media add campaigns to keep my business booming. The free rangers have to believe that they will have a wonderful time at my nightclub regardless of the outcome of their debreasting booth games.”

“Trust me, Mr. Jennings,” Dinah Lance chirped softly with a broad grin on her face, “I doubt you’re having any trouble getting THAT message out. Take it from someone who knows…your debreasting booth game’s a blast…from both sides of the debreasting portals…and especially when chests are getting wrecked. Speaking of chests carrying tits ripe for ruining, look at that tall, buxom blonde with the weight lifters in tow who just cut to the front of the line of girls waiting to enter the Game room! It looks like she’s posing for pics…that’s what the mousy dark-haired girl to her left holding the little tube in front of her eye is doing, right? Taking pictures?”

“Yes, Miss Dinah, that is an imaging rod, evidently being used to take before pictures of Lola Levine as she is about to enter the Game room!” Cheryl Simmons spat softly with excitement beaming from her green eyes as she took in the long-haired blonde dressed in a hot pink sequin-covered vest and matching dress shorts. “The ‘mousy’ brunette is likely Lola’s personal assistant, and the two dark-skinned ‘weight lifters’ are her bodyguards. Lola Levine is currently the top selling scorched-genre vocalist in the world. She’s either looking for a free orgasmatron treatment or we’re in luck, Boss, and she’s using Final Fantasy as the venue for a partial donation publicity stunt! If it’s the latter, Dinah, you girls are in for a real treat as we watch my favorite songstress getting her massive double D’s plucked out of the debreasting portals and sent to Final Fantasy’s kitchen.”

“Some of the girls may be in for a treat, Cheryl,” Bill Jennings replied gruffly with a mischievous grin on his face as he nodded to Dinah, “but Dinah may not be among them. I believe I warned you, young lady, as to what would happen if you kept calling me ‘Mr. Jennings’. What say you hurry over to that Jessica just behind Miss Levine’s camera girl and take a perch upon it. Don’t worry, I’ll send your fillet home with Oliver, here.”

“OH, jeese, Bill, I’m sorry!” Dinah replied softly as her fair-skinned face grew even more pallid. “Addressing older males as mister is just a habit that developed while I was growing up with a police officer as a grandfather. I didn’t mean any disrespect! Tell him, Ollie!”

“I don’t think your intentions matter, sweet cheeks,” Oliver Queen replied dryly as he stared at Dinah with a hard look on his bearded face. “A male gave you instructions and informed you of the penalty for failing to follow those instructions. You failed to follow the instructions, so now you’ve been told to go make yourself meat. I guess you better go mount the spitting machi….”

“Lola’s going in!” Janet Van Dyne interjected with unbridled enthusiasm as she bounced on her chair. “And her muscle is moving over to take positions on either side of booth 4 while the four sows still in the debreasting booth are sighing in their final minutes of orgasmatron-induced ecstasy.”

“Look at the riot in front of the Game room door!” Wanda added in a quivering voice. “Those girls are desperate to be in there with their breasts being offered up for kitchen use beside the diva’s! Your breasts could be hanging out of one of those pairs of debreasting portals, Sue. I’m sure the boys wouldn’t mind inserting you to the front of that lineup…it could be a fairly safe game too…if Lola gives her fans the thrill of a lifetime and sends her bodyguards away. Goodness gracious, Sue, I bet we can talk Lola’s groupie, Cheryl, into joining you in this debreasting booth stint!”

“As I was saying, before your friends so rudely interrupted me,” Oliver Queen tersely hissed while Sue shook her head with widened blue eyes and Cheryl Simmons blushed badly, “you better do as you’ve been told and go mount the Jessica…unless Bill is willing to give you a rain check for tonight and spit you on your next visit to…this city. What do you say, Bill? Will you let my girlfriend go home with me tonight…and make her meat the next time you see her for the crime of making you feel old?”

“No, Oliver,” Bill Jennings replied gruffly with laughter in his grey eyes, “as that would just help you achieve your goal of discouraging Dinah from making a return visit to my club while still being able to bed her tonight. Sorry, but I’ll need to collect Dinah’s meat now while the opportunity presents itself…or forgive her behavior entirely, as she asks, knowing that I’ll at least collect another set of breast bacon from her when she visits Final Fantasy yet again. It will be the latter, as I doubt you would gracefully allow me to take Dinah from you, despite the fillet as a consolation prize. No, I believe I’ll be seeing Dinah in the future, just as I believe you when you say this will be your only visit to my establishment, Mr. Queen. What about Wanda’s wonderful suggestion, Sue and Cheryl? Would you like to be escorted to the head of the Game room line? Perhaps Oliver and Hank would like to bribe you girls into risking your breasts alongside Miss Levine’s? You boys can’t spend those credits left on your accounts anywhere else…and I’m afraid I won’t agree to transfer any remaining credits to the girls’ accounts.”

“WOW!” Janet Van Dyne chortled loudly as she bounced on her chair ignoring the sordid negotiations around her. “Look at the perfect shape and flawless complexion of those huge double D’s that just got shoved through booth 4’s portals. It’s not a trick either. That is definitely Cheryl’s favorite singer’s face behind that transparent booth window. She sure set her debreasting options quickly. I hope to hell this is a publicity stunt…paid for with massive lumps of breast bacon!”

“What?” Oliver Queen gruffly asked in response to Dinah’s scathing scowl. “I was just giving Bill a chance to spare your life without losing face, sweet cheeks. I wasn’t about to trade your life for your fillet…not without giving postponing that trade a try at least. Hell! I just got you to agree to set up a threesome with Mary Marvel! Don’t you know how badly I want to pop that girl’s cherry? Even more badly than I want to see Sue pony up her D-cups! Sue, if you and Cheryl will let us put you girls at the head of that lineup and fill the booths on either side of the rock diva…if scorched is the modern equivalent of rock…Hank and I will let you girls spend whatever credits we have left on whatever food you want when our barbecued fillets are brought out to us. What do you say, Sue and Cheryl? Isn’t it worth the risk?”

“Do it girls!” Hank Pym urged softly with a quirky half-smile, half-frown on his face. “However, we’re only offering Ollie’s leftover credits. I’m keeping mine, as I intend on a second visit to Final Fantasy. I won’t take no for an answer when the time comes either, Wanda and Janet!”

“Surely, friends Susan and Cheryl, thou canst not forgo such an enticing offer,” Diana of Themyscira urged softly with a friendly smile on her face. “‘Twill it not be better to snack ourselves while friends Oliver and Hank indulge in their long awaited dinners, than to go without? ‘Twill thou not be offering thy womanly orbs up as sacrifices to the Gods before night’s end in any event, friend Susan? Do so forthwith and be all the more rewarded for the sacrifice of thy tender orbs, or, should thy womanly flesh in the end be vouchsafed, thou willst find thy victory all the more glorious!”

“Decide quickly, girls,” Wanda Maximoff interjected with a knowing look on her face, “because the first of those final-minute orgasmatron treatments is sure to end soon. I predict Lola’s going to be a breastless girl before another ten minutes have passed. That will be a pretty big distraction that could see at least one of you pale-skinned girls returning to this table in the same condition you left it!”

“Let’s do it, Sue!” Cheryl hissed softly in a quivering voice. “What have you got to lose…compared to me. Even if Wanda’s wrong…you’ll be making your appointed visit to Final Fantasy’s dairy about a month from now with all the requisite body parts. Me on the other hand…what the hell…it’s not every day a girl gets to stand next to the ice-hottest scorched singer in the world. And if Lola Levine gets those massive balloons popped first…while I’m watching and listening from up close…what the hell does it matter if I finally make my partial donation to the worldwide food chain? Barring papers, it’s sure to happen someday anyhow!”

“I’m sorry, Cheryl,” Sue Richards spat softly, obviously overwrought with emotion, “but I’m not ready to take my third and final booth stint just yet…despite Ollie’s tempting offer. I want to win that booth game, but I don’t want to win at the cost of you getting yourself debreasted. Wanda is too clever for her own good. She said she could see ONE of us returning to this table breasted. You go! Maybe the wicked witch’s prediction will still come true.”

“Sit back down, Miss Simmons,” Bill Jennings commanded gruffly as Cheryl stood with a determined look on her lovely face, “you are still a Final Fantasy employee and are not allowed to voluntarily risk my having to pay you a pension. I’d have looked the other way if Sue had been joining you. However, she won’t be. I believe Susan has correctly guessed that, if Miss Levine is just out for a free orgasmatron treatment and her bodyguards remain to guard her assets, the kitchen-side players will pluck the bacon out of all of the other portals when she enters her final booth minute…as a way of entertaining the celebrity while she climaxes and possibly finding themselves featured on the holo-broadcast that will surely be made of Miss Levine’s publicity stunt. Besides, I can’t help but wonder if Miss Maximoff isn’t making false predictions. Remember, she only has to make that future visit to Club X if you’re there beside her carrying those lovely D-cups of yours on your chest.”

“Friend Sue admits she was sorely tempted by thy offer, friend Oliver, willst thou not…?” Diana observed with a twisted grin on her face as she stared at her bow-slinging teammate.

Oliver Queen slowly nodded before interjecting, “Sure, Princess, my offer stands…if Sue completes her third booth stint…win or lose…before Hank and I are served Colleen and Kaori’s fillets…you girls can spend the credits remaining on my account. If she hasn’t yet completed her booth stint and returned from the Game room…by even a second…Bill can donate the credits to his favorite charity…which I assume will be Final Fantasy’s profit margin.”

“The sow in booth 1 just pulled her puppies out of the debreasting booth!” Janet Van Dyne announced excitedly. “And now booth 3! New girls are going through the Game room door! Oh, my! I can’t wait to watch that diva get those massive balloons popped. For the record, I don’t think wicked Wanda was trying to trick her way out of that trip to Club X. You missed the word ‘LEAST’, Sue. At least one of you breasted blondes just missed out on a free orgasmatron treatment!”

Sue Richards bit her lip as she watched one set of debreasting portals after another empty and then get refilled. Four out of five of the girls in the last round of debreasting booth games had just left the Game room whole, and she couldn’t help wonder if she hadn’t made the mistake of her life by not following Wanda’s advice. Sue would have insisted that Cheryl take slightly safer booth 5 if she had given into temptation and agreed to join the nightclub manager in flanking the music queen. She stared with interest at the dark-skinned set of slightly swooping C-cups that now dangled out of debreasting booth 3’s portals. The bodyguards weren’t allowing the kitchen-side players near the diva’s at-risk breasts. Surely that meant the female bodyguards were going to ensure their boss left the game room whole after being entertained by the mass debreasting of the other sows that Bill had spoke of. Sue Richards felt sure that she had just avoided disaster…and not her best opportunity to return to the 21^st Century in the same condition she’d left it—carrying perfect D-cup breasts!

Time passed slowly as four out of five sows in the debreasting booths cooed loudly as kitchen-side players suckled and rubbed their at-risk breasts while the two dark-skinned body builders guarded the songstress’s perfect pinkish-brown-tipped double D’s as well as the red debreast button beneath her outer debreasting options screen. A nervous smile began to form on Sue Richard’s lovely face. It was looking like she had made the right call. Lola Levine’s perfect breasts were well guarded by her female bodyguards, and the only obvious threat to her massive assets—a hungry male—was nowhere to in sight.

“Hank,” Janet Van Dyne hissed softly with a mischievous grin on her face as she came to the same realization as Sue had, “go read Lola’s debreasting options. You’re a male! If either bodyguard looks to get in your face, have her ride Jessica. At the very least, you’ll scare the bejeebers out of that huge-breasted diva. Maybe we’ll even get to hear her sing!”

“Okay, little one, I was a bit curious my….” Hank began his whispered reply before being cut off.”

“No, Janet, let’s leave Miss Levine be and let this play out,” Bill Jennings interjected softly with a nervous smile on his face. “If this unfolds the way I think it will, Final Fantasy will be getting some fantastic free publicity out of this. I’ll have Cheryl….”

“Already on it, Boss!” Cheryl chirped softly as she nodded back to the kitchen counter. “Libby is on the com getting the scoop from Jane now.” The stunningly beautiful long-haired blonde manager smiled as she watched her shapely athletic waitress sporting gleaming hazel eyes, long light-brown hair, and massive perfect-shaped double D cups tipped with silver-dollar-sized brownish-pink aereolae centered with thick, turgid nipples finish taking notes before putting down the communicator and heading towards the reserved table.

“This one’s got promise, Boss, if she makes it through the night,” Cheryl teased softly with a smile on her face as she took the hand-written slip of paper from the comely and curvy brunette. “You begin your first stint as potential menu-item waitress in five minutes, Libby, replacing Tricia and joining Jill from then until closing. Tochi and Sandy will be offered up as take-home if you two can keep your bacon on your chests and spits out of your vaginas. The live roasters should be ready for carving in twenty-five minutes, so stay on top of the pit crews. We still have a lot of hungry customers to serve. You’re doing great for your first night, Libby. Keep it up!” Cheryl grinned as the buxom brunette smiled from ear-to-ear before hurrying away.

“It’s almost midnight already?” Sue Richards asked in a panicked voice as she took in the conversation between Cheryl and Libby and realized what it meant. Sue had two hours to take a debreasting booth for the third time, and would have to do so during one of the next two rounds of debreasting booth games if she wanted to win Oliver’s food money for her friends.

“I think the light bulb just went on, boys and girls,” Janet Van Dyne chided softly as she stared across the table at the matriarch of the Fantastic Four, “proving positively that Dinah isn’t the only blonde at the table. Yes, Sue, time flies while you’re having fun watching other girls getting debreasted in between trying to get your own puppies knocked off. Just where did those six hours go? Speaking of balloon popping fun, Cheryl, what’s the scoop on Lola’s debreasting options?”

“Lola Levine has got taste in spades, Janet,” Cheryl replied with an impish grin on her face, “and she’s a girl after my own heart. Lola’s selected razor-wire loops on medium speed with none of the sordid sub-options. You do all know what those settings mean, don’t you girls?”

“It means this is for real, Cheryl,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a knowing look on her face. “That ‘ice-hot’ scorched diva is going to get those monster balloons of hers popped tonight. If she was just in the booth for a free orgasmatron treatment, Lola would have gone with a dead-slow speed setting and perhaps one or both of the sub-options to bring the pleasure beam setting up to maximum intensity. The medium speed setting means she’s worried about how long she can accept the pain of breast amputation and still maintain her composure while her fans watch and applaud.”

“Hey, what’s up with the mousy assistant?” Dinah Lance interjected excitedly. “Look, she’s checking all of the other sows’ debreasting options…while weighing some of the breasts hanging out of the portals with her hands.”

“She’s looking for Lola’s warm up act,” Oliver Queen replied matter-of-factly. “The personal assistant, or floor manager, or whatever she is, is going to get her diva boss in the mood for her own debreasting by making her hear another sow getting her melons slowly plucked out of the debreasting portals.”

“Actually, friend Oliver, ‘twill be yet more intricate a dance than thou hath perceived,” Princess Diana interjected haughtily as she nodded towards the corners of the dance floor. “‘Tis likely the four cubes yon skinny subservient hath placed around friend Bill’s dance floor are meant to produce and record music. Mayhap yon diva with adequate breasts is soon to become the chantress. If so, will she be the soulful siren enticing the feminine gender to surrender their womanly orbs for the benefit of the worldwide food chain, or the scornful troubadour lamenting female fate in a post-worldwide-famine society?”

“I think we are about to find out, boys and girls,” Janet Van Dyne replied with an ear-to-ear grin on her face as she picked up the pace of her chair bouncing. “The mousy assistant just tapped the skinny Latino bacon hunter in front of booth 2 on the shoulder and nodded to the slightly droopy double D’s hanging from the booth’s portals while she issued instructions to the Latino. Look, now she’s telling the other kitchen-side players to get on with their breast pleasuring in earnest. Now, she’s stepping off the dance floor while Lola’s muscle face away from the debreasting portals with their arms crossed!”

“Oh, this is way cool!” Dinah chirped softly as she slowly began to sway with the music that had begun to issue from the four black boxes. “Is that a mixture of rock and jazz?”

“Yes, Dinah,” Hank Pym replied with a silly grin on his face, “I think so…perhaps with some elements of the old torch song ballads thrown in. I hope Lola has a mike in there. I want to hear the words to this song!”

“You will, Mr. Pym, if everyone hushes up!” Cheryl hissed with obvious excitement on her face. “Damn, this is ice-hot! I wish I’d quit and taken a booth, right now boss!”

“If you make it through a full night at Club X, a few weeks from now, Cheryl,” Bill Jennings replied gruffly as he grinned at his manager, “I’ll stick you in one of those booths when we get home and turn those lovely D-cups of yours into bacon lumps. That should take care of those rebellious urges you’re suddenly starting to exhibit!”

“Yes, Boss,” Cheryl acknowledged softly, “and I’ll probably enjoy my debreasting seeing as that means I won’t have been made meat. Look, Lola’s smiling…she’s about to sing!”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the mousy personal assistant yelled loudly from the center of the stage, “Miss Lola Levine is about to scorch you, for the first time ever in any venue, with her newest, sure-to-go-platinum, single, ‘Just A Girl In A Hungry World’! Listen up and enjoy folks while you watch the entertainment over at debreasting booth 2. Then we’ll top it all off with an even more special treat! But first, as a show of appreciation for this fine entertainment, I want everyone else in this fine nightclub to take your tops off and show us what you have to offer to the worldwide food chain. Give us a silent ten count Maria, and then make Billie a star!”

Sue watched Cheryl, her face filled with excitement, whip off her sports bra with ‘Final Fantasy’ written on it, one word across each D-cup, before sighing and unhooking her sky blue bikini top. As she dropped the garment on the table top beside her drink, she watched the mousy assistant move into the audience, carefully assessing the topless girls’ assets as she did so. Soon, the dark-haired assistant whispered briefly into the ear of a luscious brunette carrying perfect double D-cups, before getting the girl to sign a piece of paper the assistant had produced from nowhere.

“SLAPPED!” Janet Van Dyne hollered excitedly as a clicking sound was heard coming from debreasting booth 2. “Another set is about to bite the dust!” Janet blushed as the mousy assistant glared at her and put a finger before her lips as she urged the huge-breasted brunette onto the dance floor. Janet shrugged and grinned with excitement as she watched the mousy assistant guide the brunette to a position in front of a smiling Lola Levine’s massive breasts, and then send the pair of muscular Nubian bodyguards away from the debreasting booths.

“Pleasure the breasts dangling from the debreasting portals before you girls,” the mousy assistant urged loudly with a jubilant grin on her face as she pushed the huge-breasted brunette’s head towards Lola’s left breast tip. “One or more of those girls are about to make partial donations to the worldwide food chain. Reward them for their sacrifice by making the sows in the booths moan in pleasure…a type of pleasure they may never experience again!”

Sue watched the mousy brunette peer over the Latino girl’s head into booth 2’s debreasting portals before stepping back into the center of the dance floor and putting the imaging tube to her eye as she signaled to Lola with her left hand. The music stepped up in intensity, and Sue Richards heard Cheryl gasp softly beside her as the diva smiled wider, opened her mouth and began to sing.

“Take this blindfold off my eyes
Even in darkness I feel your hunger
And it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To fulfill your demand
'Cause I'm just a girl, little 'ol me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and tender
So you’ll take my life as is your right”

“She’s very good!” Wanda Maximoff whispered softly causing Cheryl to grimace at the distraction.

“Yeah,” Dinah whispered back as she shrugged at the blonde nightclub manager, “she is. And the moans of pleasure coming from the other girls in the debreasting booths are a pretty eerie accompaniment, aren’t they?”

“Well, one of the backup singers is about to add an even eerier tone to the tune,” Janet Van Dyne chortled softly as she bounced excitedly on her chair. “There’s a red glow coming from booth 2’s debreasting portals under those droopy double D’s. Let’s hope ‘Billie’s’ gasps and screams are melodic!”

“Oh...I've had it up to here!
The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I can't expect the one thing I hold so dear
'Cause it's that one little thing
My humble life that I’ll lose I fear”

“If didn’t know any better, I’d say it was a song protesting girls’ roles in this society,” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he watched Maria, the Latino girl in front of booth 2, tug firmly on the tips of the droopy double D’s before her, causing Billie to gasp in surprise and trepidation.

“Oh, I doubt Lola’s actually protesting, Oliver,” Bill Jennings replied in a whisper, “at least not for herself. She’s done quite well for herself in this society. Well enough to have earned papered status without having ever married. No, this is a marketing stunt!”

Sue Richards nodded slowly as she heard her tablemates’ discussion while she glanced from the angelic visage in booth 4’s transparent window to the large breasts being distended from booth 2’s debreasting portals as a shrill gasp followed by a long staccato sigh of climax rang out from the other side of the Game room wall. The laser beam slicer had reached the undersides of Billie’s breasts! The process of popping the Caucasian girl’s big balloons had begun as Lola Levine began another melodic verse while her nipples were avidly suckled by the brunette before her!

“'Cause I'm just a girl I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me live
Late at night I'm just a girl, you see
Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare at me
With their hungry eyes”

“‘Tis most entertaining!” Diana announced softly to no one in particular. “To watch yon adequately sized breasts be slowly sliced upward from the heaving chest within debreasting booth 2 while the other sows around her moan in pleasure in rhythm to the siren’s entrancing song is most enthralling.”

Sue nodded softly as she watched the thin red laser beam moving slowly upward through the bases of Billie’s breasts while the girl temporarily attached to them gasped in pain and sighed in ecstasy. The matriarch of the Fantastic Four had to admit that the sight, accompanied by the haunting song, was mesmerizing. Sue struggled to focus on the next verse as she realized with much chagrin that the sights and sounds were making her wet!

“I'm just a girl,
Take a good look at me
Just your typical succulent type”

There was a brief pause in the verse, filled with a long raspy sorrowful gasp of agony from booth 2 as the rising laser beam approached the halfway mark in its upward journey and began cutting through the nerve-rich core of Billie’s breasts. Lola moaned softly in pleasure, smiled a lovely smile, and then began the next, longer, verse.

“Oh...I've had it up to here!
Oh...am I making myself clear?
I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl in a hungry world...
That's all that you'll let me be!
I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Waiting for the day I’m a lottery winner
Makes me worry I’ll soon be your dinner”

Sue Richards watched Lola Levine grin triumphantly as Billie plunged back into mind boggling ecstasy as climax overwhelmed her and the other three sows in the booths moaned in sexual need. Sue’s tablemates were silent around her, evidently enjoying the sordid show to the fullest. Then the diva plunged into her next hypnotic verse.

“I'm just a girl, with, you say, a glorious destiny?
What I'll become Is making me numb
I'm just a girl, mouth watering two legged livestock
What I'll become is so totally awesome
I'm just a girl, lucky me
To feel the heat seeping into me, there's no comparison”

Sue heard Billie begin sobbing as she felt Maria wiggle her big breasts, now so loose on the fair-skin girl’s chest. The sow was three-quarters of the way to becoming a breastless girl, evidently something she hadn’t planned on, and was now regretting. A grim determined look now filled Lola’s lovely face as she realized her new ballad was heading to climax and her own show would soon begin in earnest. She sang loudly and clearly….

“Oh...I've had it up to!
Oh...I've had it up to!!
Oh...I've had it up to here!”

Sue stared at the droopy double D’s protruding from booth 2’s debreasting portals with a thin red slicing beam slowly but surely approaching the apexes of the sow’s breast bases. The nightclub was silent and filled with electricity as the stunning blonde sang on from behind debreasting booth 4’s transparent window over the background of Billie’s ongoing orgasm and the needful moans of pleasure being issued from the other sows.

“That’s my story, isn’t it neat
I’m just a girl in a hungry world
Waiting for the day you make me meat
I know I can’t change that but I’ll use my wits
to delay you from making me feel the heat
let me live a few more days, please eat my tits”

Sue heard herself gasp as Billie’s breasts came free of her chest just as the verse ended. Maria jubilantly pushed the large bacon lumps up in front of booth 2’s opaque booth window and held them there for a long second so that Billie’s breastless status could sink into her numbed mind. Then the raven-haired Latino stepped quickly over to hold the severed chest ornaments before Lola Levine’s teary eyed face, as the singer began her final verse.

“Oh...they’re pretty bags of flesh!
Oh...little useless lumps, they’ll fry up nice and fresh!!
Oh...I've had it up to here with all that dreaded fear!
If it’ll save me briefly from becoming meat
If it will delay the day I squirm in the heat
Go ahead and eat the lovely breasts I hold so dear!”

“There it is, Ladies and Gentlemen,” the mousy brunette who served as Lola’s assistant announced loudly over the silence of the stunned audience once the music had ended, “Lola Levine’s new hit single sung for the first time ever, ‘Just A Girl In A Hungry World’!” Both Lola and her assistant smiled as the nightclub was filled with a cacophonous din of cheers and applause.

Lola’s smile gradually became a bit twisted as the noise slowly subsided and her assistant waved for silence. “Yes, that is Lola’s new single, accompanied by the moans and gasps and sighs of sows locked in debreasting booths, just as Lola is as well,” the mousy brunette observed with an ear-to-ear grin on her face. “One of those sows, Billie Parker, graciously donated her breasts to the worldwide food chain as the scorched ballad was sung. Some might observe that the song might not be quite as heartfelt as it sounded, given Lola’s papered status, and the unlikelihood she will ever be forced to make a partial conversion to the worldwide food chain, as Billie did.”

“However,” the mousy assistant continued with a mischievous grin on her face, “those who made such an observation would be amiss in not recognizing the lack of bodyguards on the dance floor, and the very real debreast button beside Lola’s debreasting booth window, within easy reach of the girl now suckling on Lola’s turgid nipples, Danyca Von Gunther. Well, Danyca, what would you like to do now?” The brunette assistant grinned as the buxom Danyca turned with a deer-in-headlights look on her face and shrugged. “Don’t know, huh? Well, audience, what would you do in Danyca’s position?”

“Pop Lola’s big balloons!” Janet Van Dyne hollered loudly with an impish grin on her face as she stared at the startled concern that filled Cheryl’s frowning face. “Slap her button and let her show us that she too is just a girl in a hungry world!”

Janet watched as Cheryl’s frown gradually morphed into an excited grin, and the blonde nightclub owner loudly admitted, “Yes, if I were Danyca, I would slap Lola’s debreast button. You don’t need pretty lumps of flesh on your chest to sing wonderful songs. Let Lola make a contribution to the worldwide food chain…right here at Final Fantasy, the best debreasting nightclub on the planet. SLAP!”

Cheryl’s grin broadened as the audience began chanting, “SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!”, and the mousy assistant turned to grin at a stoic Lola Levine. Slowly tears welled up in the blonde diva’s eyes, and a crooked smile formed on her face. Finally, after many long seconds of chanting had passed, Lola Levine nodded slowly to Danyca Von Gunther. The German girl’s face filled with excited anticipation as she nodded back and reached for booth 4’s red debreast button. Silence again suddenly filled the nightclub. There was a loud click and then music. Lola Levine was going to sing her new scorched ballad again; this time as she herself was being debreasted.

Sue watched a look of regret and dread momentarily fill Lola Levine’s lovely face as the songstress watched the length of razor wire pop out of her booth wall, saw that it formed loops around the margins of her debreasting portals, held into circles by small metal clips at the top and bottom of each loop, and that the two ends of the razor wire disappeared into her booth side walls just rear of her forward booth wall. Lola gasped softly in fear as she noted that the twin loops were slowly being drawn backwards against her chest by the spoolers in the booth walls to which the razor wire ends were being fed, gradually shortening the length of the wire and causing the razor wire loops to slowly shrink in circumference.

In a quivering voice, heard by all thanks to the diva’s microphone, Lola urged, “Miss…Danyca, right…that will have to be enough breast pleasuring for now. Danyca, you need to pull out on my breast tips…make sure I send all of my bacon to the worldwide food chain. When my boobs are securely trapped in the loops…and start taking the fatal chop…then go back to your wonderful suckling and gentle rubbing, Danyca. Oh, crap…I’m on!”

Sue heard Lola Levine issue a raspy gasp as the huge-breasted brunette on the kitchen-side of booth 4’s debreasting portals tugged gently but firmly outward on the rock hard nipples tipping the lovely chantress’s massive double D-cups, distending the perfect shaped orbs with flawless skin, and then watched the fear on Lola’s face morph into a professional smile as the singer heard the music grow dramatically louder as it approached the critical verse. Sue watched Lola open her mouth, and then heard the beginning of the mesmerizing first verse. Lola’s voice was a pure as a glacial stream, despite the slowly shrinking loops of deadly wire that encircled her massive chest ornaments.

“Yon minstrel’s verse is most impressive,” Princess Diana observed softly with a pleasant smile on her face as she gently fingered her chest bandages, “given the perfection of her voice despite the deadly thin wire encircling her womanly appendages. To be truthful, I was most distraught when the ‘Royal Orbs of Themyscira’ were noosed before my first balance beam joust. In hindsight, I was most wise to feel so, for it was most unpleasant when the orbs much later took my weight and were slowly being strangled with the nooses in their plastic coverings…before, of course, they were forced to deal with the wire alone and were most despairingly purloined from my chest.”

“A most pleasant memory from a most memorable evening, Princess,” Hank Pym chortled softly with a silly grin on his face as he watched the show at debreasting booth 4.

Dinah giggled as she watched her Amazon teammate flash a threatening glare at the geeky scientist-cum-superhero, before chirping softly, “We couldn’t even tell that wearing the nooses bothered you Diana, but it explains why you were so focused on sending sorority girls tumbling from the balance beam despite all the drinks you had imbibed. You gave us all those pleasant memories before you gave Hank…and the rest of the nightclub…that most pleasant memory he speaks of. Please don’t make Janet a widow for Hank’s foolish honesty.”

Sue Richards watched her Amazon tablemate shrug her shoulders and pleasantly nod before turning her attention back to debreasting booth 4. Lola had begun her second verse, although the diva’s attention was focused on her own breasts more than her lyrics. Even from the reserved table, Sue could tell the spoolers had paused in retracting the wire into booth 4’s side walls, and that the wire loops were now causing deep indentations completely around the bases of Lola’s massive double D’s, causing them to ball slightly.

Sue smiled nervously. She knew from personal experience that the retraction of the razor wire had slowed dramatically because the booth’s computer was trying to match the razor wire’s pressure around the bases of Lola’s boobies with the singer’s skin’s shear strength. The computer was programmed to strangle the trapped sow’s breasts for as long as possible, before the cutting began. Lola seemed to realize this as well, perhaps having done research into the obviously most crucial aspect of her publicity stunt, and, as her verse came to an end, whispered with her microphone muted, “You can stop tugging now, Danyca. My melons are ripe for harvesting. Why don’t you go back to pleasuring them…for soon I’ll not be able to feel what it’s like to have my nipples suckled. The rest of you girls…let’s hear your respective sows moaning loudly, too. We’re making a music-gram here, and you are all stars!”

Sue heard Lola gasp softly and watched her eyes role upward as the huge-breasted brunette went to work on the singer’s turgid right breast tip. The diva smiled and then, accompanied by the rhythmic suckling and melodic moans around her, began to sing another verse of her haunting song. Sue watched unblinkingly as the bases of the chantress’s breasts slowly compressed, becoming reddened balls as the wire loops choked off the blood supply to the diva’s massive breasts.

“What a wonderful way to get your puppies knocked off!” Janet Van Dyne hissed softly with a mischievous smile on her face as she bounced on her chair and watched the fascinating action accompanying the tragically truthful ballad. “What wonderful sensations is that huge-breasted songstress experiencing just now, Wanda or Sue?”

Wanda glanced at Sue, and seeing that her friend seemed lost in her own thoughts, replied softly with a wistful look on her face, “You mean other than the overwhelming urge to somehow wrest yourself free of the booth restraints before your chest ornaments begin taking the inevitable damage they are in for, Janet? Just now, Lola’s breasts are surely tingling from the restricted blood supply as she feels the glow of pleasure from the orgasmatron emitters insidiously growing in her loins. Her girls likely feel very strange as their bases continue to slowly compress, but they probably aren’t numb or hurting yet….” Wanda heard a faint double tic, before announcing, “But that will begin changing now. The small clips holding the razor wire in loop form, no longer needed with the wire buried so deeply in the breast balls, just dropped away. Soon her breast bases will begin to itch, meaning the pressure on the wire has exceeded her skin’s shear strength and the debreasting has begun!”

“Then we’re just getting to the good part,” Oliver Queen quipped dryly as he stared at the purple balls of breast meat hanging out of booth 4’s debreasting portals. “However, I don’t see any trickles of blood yet. I’ll say one thing! That is one hell of a performer! She hasn’t climaxed or missed a note yet, despite being in the middle of ponying up body parts over a pleasure beam emitter!”

Sue watched a look of intense concern and surprise flash across Lola Levine’s face, followed by hard concentration and steadfast resolve as the songstress began yet another verse. The matriarch of the Fantastic Four guessed that Lola was now feeling an intense itching sensation around her breast bases, as well as an overwhelming sensation of orgasm-inducing pleasure at the apices of the chantress’s long shapely legs. The other three sows, booth 2 having remained unfilled, were gasping and moaning in time with the music as the girls before them worked on their breast tips. Sue found the scene intensely erotic, and knew she would enter the Game room as soon as it ended. In the back of her mind, despite the wetness between her loins, she planned a scenario that might let her reach one final climax without surrendering her breasts.

Then, as the verse ended, Sue saw a small trickle of blood below the outer drape of Lola’s left breast. The Diva could obviously feel the wetness, for she let out a soft mournful moan that suddenly exploded into a loud staccato sigh of ecstasy as the orgasmatron finally worked its magic and forced a climax on the sultry songstress. Sue struggled to focus her gaze on Lola’s massive breasts. They were slowly un-balling and resuming their natural shape, leaving the razor wire loops buried quite deeply in the minstrel’s breast meat!

“Holly Molly, I think these people have everything timed out perfectly,” Dinah Lance chirped excitedly as the other three sows began moaning more loudly and with obvious needfulness. “I think the other three sows just entered their final booth minutes. They are getting those wonderful pleasure beams now, and by songs end will be orgasming loudly.”

“Yes, friend Dinah, mayhap whilst yon troubadour is surrendering her womanly orbs,” Diana agreed with surprising enthusiasm. “‘Tis indeed a well-planned play we have the pleasure of enjoying!”

Sue smiled a nervous smile as she watched Lola Levine struggle for composure and begin her shortest verse as climax swept through the diva’s body and mind.

“Oh...I've had it up to!
Oh...I've had it up to!!
Oh...I've had it up to here!”

Sue watched as Lola threw back her head and let out a loud triple sigh of climax as she felt Danyca wiggling her huge breasts to demonstrate how loose they were on her chest. Sue realized that this must also be the most agonizing part of the nightingale’s debreasting, as the razor wire loops were being tightened into the nerve-rich cores of the singer’s breasts. Sue’s own breasts ached and her moist sex glowed with need as she watched Lola Levine fight for enough control to sing the next verse. Lola smiled sheepishly before singing.

“That’s my story, isn’t it neat
I’m just a girl in a hungry world
Waiting for the day you make me meat
I know I can’t change that but I’ll use my wits
to delay you from making me feel the heat
let me live a few more days, please eat my tits”

Sue paled as she watched Lola Levine throw her head back yet again and sigh even more loudly in climax, and then issue a soft mournful gasp as her breasts suddenly popped free of her chest and the razor wire snapped straight and level over the sound of booth restraints releasing. Sue watched surprise fill Danyca’s face as the huge-breasted brunette’s arms were suddenly pulled downward as the massive weight of Lola’s still jiggling breasts pulled down on them and the audience gasped as they realized their scorched song heroine had made her partial donation to the worldwide food chain. Sue heard the other three girls climaxing loudly in the background as Lola’s staccato sigh slowly subsided. Finally, Sue watched Danyca thrust Lola’s amputated breasts upward in perfect timing with the musical beat, and Lola issued her last mournful verse as she stared at her severed orbs.

“Oh...they’re pretty bags of flesh!
Oh...little useless lumps, they’ll fry up nice and fresh!!
Oh...I've had it up to here with all that dreaded fear!
If it’ll save me briefly from becoming meat
If it will delay the day I squirm in the heat
Go ahead and eat the lovely breasts I hold so dear!”

Sue watched as, while the music continued with the accompaniment of three sighing sows, Lola Levine stared with obvious pride at the breasts Danyca Von Gunther held dangling from still turgid nipples before the Diva’s watery brown eyes. Lola grinned sheepishly as the music finished playing but the three sows in the debreasting booths continued issuing orgasmic sighs. Another half-minute later, the sounds of booth restraints releasing could be heard in one booth after another, and, as the sounds of climax ended with Lola’s bloody, ravaged chest still framed in booth 4’s debreasting portals, Lola’s mousy assistant stepped to the center of the dance floor.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the mousy brunette hollered loudly, “Miss Lola Levine and her new hit single, ‘Just A Girl In A Hungry World’!” The assistant grinned as once again the nightclub was filled with a tumultuous roar of cheering and applause, above which Janet Van Dyne could be heard screaming a belated, “POPPED! Another set bites the dust!”

“That’s right, the mousy girl added as the raucous roar subsided slightly, “Lola also surrendered her world famous breasts to the worldwide food chain while she sang the new single a second time. Was that a sight to behold or what? It’s going to make a great music-gram, don’t you think? Let’s hear it for Lola Levine and her spectacular debreasting!” Both Lola and her assistant grinned from ear-to-ear as the nightclub crashed back into a cacophony of sound, and then Lola finally stepped back and moved out of the debreasting booth to get her wounds bandaged while the clean-up crews went to work wiping away her blood from the booth walls.

As the tumultuous roar subsided, the mousy assistant, with a silver meat tray just handed to her by a now nude Libby, rushed over to an obviously stunned Danyca and patiently waited for the huge-breasted brunette to come to her senses and surrender the huge lumps of breast bacon dangling from her hands. “I’m afraid that,” the mousy assistant called out loudly with a smirk on her face and the tray with its conical lumps held high, “while we appreciate the performance of Miss Von Gunther and the other girls, these are going home with Lola and her crew. We’re going to have one hell of a rap party, with a plentiful supply of Final Fantasy’s world famous breast bacon sandwiches made of the meat supplied by our wonderful boss herself! Don’t fret, though, ladies and gentlemen, Lola will be out of the Game room momentarily, and will spend some time with you folks signing autographs and doing interviews.”

Sue stood from her chair, as she watched the mousy brunette carry Lola Levine’s severed breasts to the food ordering station while Cheryl and Bill rushed away to take care of unexpected opportunities, and without a word to her friends, made her way to the back of the dance floor and the now-empty debreasting portals where Danyca Von Gunther still stood, looking more than a bit dazed. “That looked like fun, Danyca,” Sue observed softly as she stared into the huge-breasted brunette’s glazed over eyes. “I’m, Sue, by the way. Just watching you harvest her boobies made me incredibly hot. Now all I can think about is taking one of those booths myself.”

“Wha…really?” Danyca stammered as the far-way look finally left her face. “Why…I was just daydreaming…about making my partial donation…sending my hooters to the kitchen…just as Lola did…maybe not quite so slowly and painfully…but…just like Lola!”

“Yes, that would be…hmmm…ice-hot, wouldn’t it?” Sue concurred softly with a twinkle in her blue eyes and a friendly smile on her face. “You know, the debreasting booths are all empty. If we filled them now, you could take booth 4, as Lola did, while I filled booth 3. We could set our booth windows to two-way transparency, and Lola could see that we’re following the example she set, couldn’t she? I mean, if you are really sure you are ready to make your partial donation to the worldwide food chain. Are you sure that’s what you want, sweetie?”

“Yes…with Lola watching…and my sister, Paula,” Danyca replied softly with an excited grin on her face as she nodded to the equally huge-breasted blue-eyed blonde at her table. “Maybe some other girls will join us, and I could hear them moaning in pleasure as I get my big balloons popped off of my chest. That would be cool, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, indeed it would,” Sue agreed with a giggle of satisfaction. “Guess what, I know how you can get at least one more sow in a booth. If you ask the huge-breasted potential menu-item waitress to fill booth 2, she’ll have to because the booths are empty. Then I’ll try to talk another pair of girls into filling the end booths.” Sue pointed to lovely waitress sporting gleaming hazel eyes, long light-brown hair, and massive perfect-shaped double D-cups tipped with silver-dollar-sized brownish-pink aereolae who stood behind the food-ordering counter, having just returned from giving the chef instructions for how to prepare the sandwiches made from Lola’s breasts while, at Cheryl’s urging, taking care to preserve the diva’s breast skins.

“YO, WAITRESS!” Danyca immediately called out loudly while she pointed at Libby with excitement in her blue eyes. “Could you come over here for a second? The debreasting booths are empty, and Sue and I were talking about having you lead us in!”

Sue chuckled softly as she watched the deer-in-headlights look momentarily fill Libby’s face before the waitress nodded with a frown on her face and waved for Tochi to take over her station at the counter. Libby then hurried over to stand before Sue and Danyca where she admitted in a soft pleasant tone, “Jeese, you gave me quite a start, Miss Danyca! You’re just kidding, right? I was hoping to avoid sticking my moneymakers through the bacon trap on my first night as a waitress here at Final Fantasy.”

“Tough luck then waitress,” Danyca replied tersely, “because I wasn’t kidding. Let’s go stand over by the Game room door for a minute, and see if we can get two more players as well. Then, more players or not, you’re going in with Sue and me right behind you. We’re going to set our windows on two-way transparency, so that Lola can see we’re following her example.”

“Libby, this might actually be a good time to have your boobies put at risk for the first time as a Final Fantasy waitress,” Sue offered softly with a friendly smile on her face as the threesome sauntered over to the Game room door, while watching Bill Jennings lead the diva, wearing chest bandages, out into the center of the nightclub. “Look, the crowd is swarming Lola Levine for autographs while the news media records interviews with Miss Levine and Mr. Jennings for hologram broadcasts. Given the distractions, I think you’ll return to work whole, and with a nice orgasmatron treatment behind you. If I’m wrong, at least you’ll earn your pension, right? So why don’t you make the most of this and play the debreasting booth game with us in the manner we suggest.”

“YES!” Janet Van Dyne spat gleefully. “Sue’s going to do another booth stint! I almost didn’t notice her leave the table. I’m up for another round of balloon popping entertainment, if you are boys!”

“You’re damn right we’re up for in, Janet!” Oliver Queen replied emphatically. “I’ve been waiting for Sue to pony up her luscious fair-skinned melons all night long!”

“Well, don’t get your hopes up too high, Oliver,” Wanda Maximoff warned softly. “With all of the distractions being caused by the now breastless Lola Levine, Sue just might make it through another debreasting booth stint with her girls still riding high on her chest.”

“You better hope not, Wanda,” Dinah Lance observed softly with an impish grin on her face. “If she does, you, Janet, and I will be doing strip teases for the Fantastic Four. Might I remind you, that includes Johnny Storm, the Human Torch. He’ll be snapping pictures like crazy, and then, no doubt, offer not to post them on the internet if we’ll give him lap dances…which of course will lead to more demands!”

“Do you know what, Dinah?” Hank Pym chortled softly with a silly grin on his face. “I want to see Sue debreasted so badly that, if I’m disappointed, I won’t even break Johnny’s arms if he forces Janet to commit adultery after her strip tease. You made the bet, girls! Live with it!” Hank laughed as Janet stuck her tongue out at him in reply.

“Forgive me, friends Dinah, Janet, and Wanda,” Princess Diana interjected with a chuckle and a grin, “if, just this once, I do not insist in being treated just like one of you other girls. ‘Tis most fortunate I selected the balance beam as my entertainment for the night…though I must admit, the entertainment’s ending was most unexpected.” The Amazon blushed as her tablemates roared with laughter while she fiddled with her chest bandages.

Libby paused for a long moment, thinking, before finally replying with a smile on her face, “Okay, Miss Sue, I’ll do it your way and hope you’ve got everything figured out. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I got my melons plucked when I took this job, anyhow? What’s the plan?”

“You’re going to fill booth 2, Libby, while I fill booth 3 and Danyca fills booth 4,” Sue replied in a calm steady tone as she stared out into the audience looking for additional cover for her own, soon-to-be-at-risk, breasts. Sue spotted what she was looking for at a table three rows back. A lovely Oriental girl was chattering excitedly to her dark-skinned tablemate, both carrying swooping C-cups, while the two of them stared at the trio before the Game room door. ‘That will add a little melanin to the line-up, just in case there are hungry bacon hunters scoping us out,’ Sue thought to herself as she waved for the pair to join them. “And those two will fill the end booths, unless of course they were staring at potential food instead of the Game room door,” Sue added while smiling at Libby and Danyca.

“Hi, girls,” Sue said softly with a friendly smile on her face as the two smaller breasted girls reached them, “I’m, Sue, and this is Danyca, which you probably already knew, and Libby. I was hoping you had noticed that this would be a relatively safe time to try for a free orgasmatron treatment. What do you think?”

“I’m, Amara, and this is, Yuriko, and I think great minds think alike, Sue,” the dark-skinned girl replied with an excited grin on her face while her Japanese tablemate nodded shyly. “We’re thinking that, even if some of the bacon hunters notice us in all the commotion, you big-breasted girls will provide cover for me and Yuriko’s tits, to put it bluntly.”

“It’s very likely you’re right, Amara,” Sue acknowledged softly as she failed to mention the rumored link between melanin content and bacon taste that seemed to have swept through the nightclub’s patrons. “Libby and I would also like to escape the Game room with our boobies on our chests, while Danyca here wouldn’t mind following Lola’s example and make her partial donation tonight. To that end, Danyca’s going to fill booth 4, as Lola did, while I fill booth 3 and Libby fills booth 2, leaving the relatively safer booths 1 and 5 for you and Yuriko, Amara. We’re also going to follow Lola’s example of two-way transparent booth windows. As Libby’s areolas are much larger on her double D’s than Danyca’s, and the two of you C-cupped girls have dramatically different skin tones while I carry the only D-cups, there isn’t hiding who we are. I suggest all of us go with two-way transparency.”

Sue watched as all four of the other girls nodded, and then spat excitedly, “Then in you go, Libby first!” Libby shook her head in bewilderment, but with a sexy grin on her lovely face, and pulled open the Game room door. The other four girls followed her in, and the five of them wasted no time stripping in silence. Sue thought that Danyca was in a rush to fill her booth so that Lola would see her follow in the songstress’s footsteps, while the matriarch of the Fantastic Four and the other three wanted to try to get their booth stints over with before the commotion the diva was causing ended. Then Sue realized she was spending too much time analyzing the situation, as the other four girls started for the booths while she still had her bottoms around her ankles. Sue quickly kicked her sky blue bottoms against the wall and hurried after the varied bait she hoped would vouchsafe her own boobies.

Sue quickly hurried into the area behind the booths, nodded with a pleasant smile to Jane, and entered booth 3. The blonde superheroine quickly took the proper booth mounting position, waited until the automatic breast level adjustment had been completed, and pushed her pinkish-tipped D-cups through her debreasting portals. Sue bit her lower lip as her booth restraints snapping tightly into place, holding her chest firmly against the booth wall and her thighs spread wide against vertical rods. The matriarch of the Fantastic Four chuckled as she felt the vertical rods subtly maneuver her hips forward until the orgasmatron emitter below her was focused on her swollen clitoris. ‘Jeese, I’m up for my third forced climax of the night, not to mention the public diddling before the boys at the beginning of the evening,’ Sue Richards thought with chagrin as she grinned. ‘I sure as hell hope I don’t get myself tamed!’

Sue shook herself out of her revelry and quickly began setting her booth controls, wanting to minimize the amount of time she might find herself spending as the only sow with bacon up for grabs. Despite her hurry, Sue pondered the debreasting method options for several seconds before selecting ‘poke-and-part’. It was the one debreasting method she hadn’t seen used yet, and she remembered the conversation about bacon hunters preferring to choose sows who had selected debreasting methods they were familiar with. Then Sue selected ‘simultaneous’, skipped the ‘allow nipple docking’ sub-option, and selected ‘dead slow’, ‘transparency two-way’, and ‘de-clit option no’, followed by ‘start timer’. As Sue Richards turned her attention to the dance floor on the other side of the debreasting booth wall, she grinned from ear-to-ear—there wasn’t a bacon hunter in sight!

“Miss Levine publically endorsed making partial donations to the worldwide food chain at Final Fantasy,” Bill announced with a chuckle filled with satisfaction as he returned to his seat after being interviewed by the news hologram reporters. “This calls for another round of drinks! Where’s Libby?”

“She’s in booth 2, Boss,” Cheryl replied from the dance floor side of the reserved table and then began distributing drinks from the silver tray she carried, “right next to Miss Sue.”

“What the hell?” Bill Jennings spat angrily as the jubilation on his face was replaced with irritation. “Are you tourists trying to put me in the poor house, Wanda? That’s the only reason I can see for you folks debreasting one waitress after another!”

“Actually, Bill, it was Danyca, the girl who debreasted Lola, who called on Libby to fill a booth in the empty Game room,” Wanda replied with a twinkle in her gold-flecked blue eyes.

“That’s true, Boss,” Cheryl admitted as she set a glass of Lactic Blaster before her employer and then another before her own empty chair, “although I’m pretty sure that Miss Sue put Miss Von Gunther up to it.”

“Cheryl’s probably right about that, Bill,” Wanda was forced to concur. “Although I’m sure she didn’t do it to harm your profit margin. Sue’s going all out to try to make it through her third and final debreasting booth stint in one piece. It just might work, too, given the huge distraction Lola is creating. There still isn’t a sign of a bacon hunter scoping out the line-up of balloons waiting for the popping pin. I doubt Libby will earn her pension tonight, Bill.”

“Odds are, Wanda is right, Boss,” Cheryl agreed with a subtle grin on her face as she handed the now empty tray to a nude Jill and took her seat at the table while Jill proceeded to clear the empty glasses. “Miss Sue has employed an excellent strategy, with only one weakness. As soon as someone recognizes Miss Von Gunther’s face, the news will travel like wildfire through the nightclub. Someone is sure to want to be the one who debreasted the girl who debreasted Lola Levine. Then the attention of the room will be back on the debreasting portals at about the same time the roasted sows are carried from the barbecue pits to the kitchen for carving. As that may get some empty stomachs rumbling, Colleen and Kaori’s legacies just might be the debreasting of a sow or two during their carvings. In that case, I’d say Libby’s double D’s will be in serious jeopardy! Those sows should have gone with opaque booth windows!”

“Are you saying that I’m likely to be deprived of the pleasure of watching Sue getting her big melons plucked out of those debreasting portals, Cheryl?” Oliver Queen asked softly in obvious irritation.

“Yes, Mr. Queen,” Cheryl Simmons replied with a pleasant smile on her face, “that does seem likely. Miss Sue has employed an excellent strategy. She chose her Game partners well, what with two girls having larger trophies than she and two other girls displaying a significantly higher melanin content in their smaller breasts. I would say her pale D-cups would normally be the least enticing lumps of breast bacon being offered up for conversion to meat, just now. I’m afraid you’re likely to go home disappointed with respect to Miss Sue ‘ponying up body parts’, Mr. Queen. Still, there is the X factor of the transparent booth windows, isn’t there? How did the interview with Miss Levine go, Boss?” Cheryl added to change the subject as Oliver Queen glowered at her. “Did we get some good press?”

“Oh, no I am not going to be disappointed!” Oliver Queen hissed angrily as he began to survey the tables around him. “I’m going to use my male authority to convince one of the gutless retards behind me that it would be more fun to debreast a pale-skinned blonde than to take a ride on Jessica!”

“No, you aren’t going to do that, Oliver,” Bill Jennings interjected commandingly. “I’ll not stand by and see my patrons intimidated…especially while the press is still here. You’ll just have to accept the outcome of Sue’s debreasting booth stint…whichever way it goes. Now you know I’m not saying that for Sue’s sake. We have the same ambitions actually, as I’m hoping Mrs. Richards adds those lovely breasts of hers to my profit margin.”

“As for the interview, Cheryl,” Bill continued in a more pleasant tone, changing the subject for the moment while Oliver continued to glower, “It went very well. We got some very good press as I told these tourists earlier. Lola gave partial conversions here at Final Fantasy a glowing recommendation. What’s more, she asked us to handle having her breast skins preserved and mounted for display. If our taxidermist does a good job, she’ll engrave her signature into a brass plate and let us put her former assets on display for a few weeks.

“Then it’s a good thing I had the butcher carefully skin them, isn’t it, Boss?” Cheryl asked beaming with pride. “They didn’t happen to think to record the living dimensions of her breasts, did they, Sir?”

“Lola’s assistant will send me the 3-D map they made in the morning, Cheryl,” Bill replied with a satisfied grin. “I would be very pleased with tonight’s outcome…if it wasn’t for all these damn pensions I’m being forced to pay. Damn you and your fellow tourists, Wanda!”

“Why, pick on Wanda?” Janet Van Dyne interjected as she watched her teammate blush. “She didn’t send Libby into booth 3. Besides, the way things are going, none of those girls are going to get their puppies knocked off. This is getting boring! Hank, go check their debreasting options. Maybe that will attract some attention to the debreasting portals.”

“You okay with that, Bill?” Hank Pym asked softly. “Attracting attention to the debreasting portals will increase the risk to Libby’s assets as well as Sue’s. We may get our debreasting booth action at your expense.”

Bill looked thoughtful for a moment, and then replied with a chuckle, “Go ahead and do Janet’s bidding, Hank. For all my complaining, I have to recognize that the potential menu-item waitresses serve a purpose when I allow them to be put at risk. A single bored customer’s words at the workplace the following morning is more dangerous to my business than a thousand pensions. Besides, I can’t have Oliver, here, thinking I’m going easy on sweet Sue, can I?” Bill Jennings chuckled as Oliver grinned from ear-to-ear and Hank Pym rose to his feet.

The smug smile was wiped from Sue Richard’s face as she watched Hank Pym rise and slowly cross the empty dance floor while most of the other patrons were busy surrounding Lola Levine in hopes of obtaining her autograph. She bit her lower lip as she saw Hank wink at her as he made his way towards booth 5’s portals and the dark-skinned swooping C-cups that dangled out of them. Sue was disappointed! She should have realized that her tablemates would be curious as to the debreasting options she had chosen, and that Janet would again send Hank out to check. A man on the dance floor just might attract the attention of some of the other patrons to the line-up of at-risk breasts!

Sue heard Hank whispering, no doubt as he cupped Amara’s breasts, and heard Amara giggle in reply. Then she heard the Avenger step sideways and watched him tug on Danyca’s turgid nipples through the side of her booth window. The matriarch of the Fantastic Four heard Danyca protest that, while she wanted to follow Lola’s example and make a partial donation to the worldwide food chain, she didn’t want the pain of being debreasted to last very long. That aroused Sue’s curiosity as she watched Hank bend forward and suckle on Danyca’s stiff nipples, before stepping sideways to lock his blue eyes with hers.

“Why, hello Susan,” Hank chortled softly as he gently cupped Sue’s D-cups, one turgidly tipped breast in each hand, and weighed them as he continued with, “fancy meeting a girl like you in a place like this. All kidding aside, Sue, you have Ollie worried. It looks like you’ve employed a masterful strategy, and just might make it home with these lovely ta tas of yours still on your chest. The girls are already wondering what it’s going to be like to do strip teases for your teammates. Nicely done!”

“I’m not home free yet, Hank,” Sue Richards pointed out quickly before cooing softly as Hank began suckling her stiff pink nipples, “as I’ve still got almost six minutes left on my timer. Your being up here isn’t helping either, something Janet was well aware of when she sent you onto the dance floor I’ll bet. Do you all want to see me debreasted so badly?”

“It wouldn’t do much good to try to deny that, would it, Sue?” Hank asked with a chuckle before changing nipples.

“No, I guess not,” Sue replied softly and then moaned in pleasure. “The lynchpin to my plan is Danyca. She wants to make a partial donation like Lola did, and I’m betting that when she gets noticed, every bacon hunter in the house will want to be the one who debreasted the girl who debreasted their scorched-genre diva. If that takes long enough…. What are Danyca’s debreasting options, Hank?”

“Razor wire loops,” Hank replied matter-of-factly, “but then I’m sure you’d already guessed that. None of the sordid sub-options, which I’m guessing you suspected as well. What you really want to know is what debreasting speed Danyca chose to surrender those huge double D’s with, no? I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Sue. Danyca is more worried about pain than pleasure. She selected dead fast for the rate at which air escapes from those huge balloons of hers once they’ve felt the popping pin. Those ta tas, despite their massiveness, won’t last a minute once her debreast button has been hit!”

Hank chuckled as he watched Sue’s face grow ashen as she peered desperately out into the audience to see if anyone was paying attention to the debreasting portals. Sue was now no doubt worried that she was going to cost at least one of the other girls in the lineup their breasts. “Tell you what, Sue,” Hank suddenly admitted with a quirky grin on his face, “while I would enjoy watching you pony up your big ta tas, what I’m really looking forward to is collecting my doctor’s fee at the end of the night. Tell you what, I’ll stay up here and earn Ollie’s wrath by guarding your debreast button, if you’ll voluntarily give me your best blow job after I’ve taken care of the other girls when we get home tonight?”

“Consensual sex?” Sue gasped softly as she stared into Hank’s lust-filled blue eyes. “No! I’m sorry, Hank! I won’t voluntarily cheat on Reed! I’ll take my chances here in the debreasting booth, and hope I get a chance to earn strip teases for my teammates.”

“Have it your way, Sue!” Hank spat back, obviously a bit peeved. “How’s that going to work anyhow? All three losers over to the Baxter Building and one big orgy after the dances are done? I guess I better check your debreasting options in hopes you get disappointed, Susan.”

“No, Hank!” Sue protested softly in obvious embarrassment. “We didn’t really talk about it, but I doubt it would be like that.” Sue gulped as she saw the excitement flood over Hank’s face as he read her debreasting options, before continuing with, “I imagined that if Wanda won, she would make us perform our dances, probably on separate nights, at the Wizard’s Lair so that our debasement could be recorded for that manipulative man’s fans’ enjoyment. Turnabout’s fair play! I might make the Wizard the same offer!”

“Damn!” Hank replied softly with the silly grin back on his face. “I was hoping we would get to see what the poke-and-part was all about. You’re going to have a hell of a lot of climaxes if my dream comes true, Sue, what with the dead slow setting. As for the Wizard’s Lair, I’m all for it, although I still see the strip teases leading to elicit sex of one sort or another. Good luck, Susan!”

Sue watched Hank step sideways and heard Libby gasp softly as the handsome man palmed her huge double D’s. Sue ignored the moans of pleasure that followed as she mulled over Hank’s comment about the Wizard’s Lair, and the ‘elicit’ sex the strip teases might lead to. It would serve Wanda right if she got hoisted her on her own petard. Yes, perhaps Wanda would get more than a few pictures documenting her nudity put up on the internet…. Sue blushed badly as a disturbingly erotic scene formed in her mind, and she suddenly realized what Hank was hinting at. By the time Sue brought her attention back to reality, Hank was on the dance floor headed back to the reserved table.

“Poke-and-part on dead slow!” Hank announced with obvious excitement as he sat down at the reserved table. “None of the nasty sub-options naturally. Not that any of this matters, though. Sue has really thought this through, and will very likely return to the table with her ta tas jutting proudly out on her chest. That of course means that you, Janet, are going to be doing a strip tease for the Fantastic Four, probably hosted at the Wizard’s Lair so that your penalty can be recorded and made available for worldwide viewing. Dinah and Wanda will get the same, naturally.”

“I really wish you could break free of whatever influence the Wizard has over you, Wanda,” Janet grumbled softly with a thoughtful look on her face. “Not that I’m particularly bothered with the naughty pictures of me being posted on the internet, or even the discomfort you volunteered me for with the bondage horse special the two of you have planned. It’s just that it leads you, and evidently even Sue, to exhibit some less-than-heroic behavior.”

“I still have much to learn from Vladi, Janet,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly with much consternation showing on her face. The auburn-haired Avenger glanced quickly at Bill Jennings as she added, “That is especially necessary now that we have lost Zatanna. Besides, we heroines would end up getting film and photographs of us naked in bondage posted on the internet even if The Wizard’s Lair didn’t exist. It’s a modern world! Finally, if it makes you feel any better, Vladi already made me spend a few hours getting my vulva made sore as he tried out one of the bondage devices he plans to use on us during the bondage horse special. Sue will love it! He calls it the ‘Royal Treatment’. It’s basically a throne without a seat where your wrists are cuffed and your feet placed in downward facing slippers while various types of devices for vaginal penetration are placed under your vulva. There’s no way to rest your body weight, so gravity gradually takes its toll, and while your thighs and calves burn with over exertion you gradually sink downward. The vaginal penetration device he had me try out was what he called a ‘Fire Brush’…a fancy name for a lit candle. I had to fight against sinking low enough over the candle to get my vulva burned, and I had to do it without complaint, for the Wizard threatened to give me a long-drop hanging if I so much as whimpered.”

“Fresh from my long-drop hanging close call here at Final Fantasy I was well motivated not to get the noose at the end of that overly long rope placed around my neck,” the Scarlet Witch spat with obvious disdain as she glared at Bill Jennings. “However, you can’t fight gravity forever, so soon I began to feel the candle flame on my inner labia and clitoris.”

“You could hear that crackling and sizzling sound we heard as Sue took the candle flame on her clitoris at Club X, as the hot flame began to evaporate the sweat and vaginal fluids that coated my sex,” Wanda said as she shivered at the memory.

“I knew I would begin to get my privates burned soon, as Sue did at Club X, and I didn’t want that…or to give into the whimper that was growing in my throat. I did the only thing I could think of. I lowered my pelvis onto the candle as quickly as I could, hoping my impalement would quickly snuff the flame,” the Scarlet Witch continued with a smirk on her face.

“My inner labia took the brunt of the damage, as they were badly scorched as I snuffed the flame out by pushing the candle into my vagina,” Wanda said as she giggled with embarrassment.

“My ordeal wasn’t done yet, as gravity continued to pull me downward. Soon, the candle was cervix deep in my vagina, and I climaxed, much to my chagrin,” the Scarlet Witch admitted with a faraway look in her eyes.

“While the Wizard watched and photographed me, my vaginal discharge coated the waxy dildo buried to the hilt in my sex,” Wanda continued with a sheepish look on her face.

“I’m sure the ‘Royal Treatment’ will be at least a small part of our bondage horse special. If only one of us gets the ‘Fire Brush’ and the rest of us get a variety of other vaginal abuse devices, I’ll try to see to it that it’s Sue.” Wanda concluded with a giggle. “The webcast will be fun…and relatively safe…I’ve never known Vladi to use a declitting tube. The strip teases before the Fantastic Four, if Sue’s masterful strategy works as it appears it might, will be a different matter. I expect her men will insist on having sex with us, and if we dance at The Wizard’s Lair, especially if it’s separately as Hank seems to be hinting, it will turn into a gangbang with the Vladi joining Mister Fantastic, the Thing, and the Human Torch in using all of our orifices over and over again as our debauching is recorded for the Wizard’s fans’ viewing pleasure.”

“With any luck it won’t come to that, girls,” Dinah chirped gleefully as she grinned broadly. “From the whispering coming from the audience, it sounds like your plan just might work, Janet. People have noticed that Danyca is offering her double D’s up for harvest. As Lola Levine is still here, my guess is someone will try to impress her by debreasting her debreastor.”

“‘Tis indeed so,” Diana concurred softly with a twinkle in her blue eyes. “I see many eyes now on yon debreasting portals. Mayhap more than one set of womanly orbs will soon be plucked from said portals!”

“There’s not enough time, Princess,” Oliver Queen observed dryly with disappointment on his face. “We’ve got to be approaching the four minutes left mark on Sue’s timer, and if someone does get debreasted, it’s sure to be Danyca first as Dinah suggested. As experience tells us there will be no thought of debreasting a second girl while the audience watches Danyca’s huge melons getting crunched, by the time that’s finished the rest of the girls’ timers will be expired.”

“Not necessarily true, old buddy,” Hank Pym interjected with a silly grin on his face. “I forgot to mention the good news. Danyca chose to follow Lola’s example and have her huge ta tas strangled off her chest with razor-wire loops, but she’s selected dead fast as her debreasting speed. Even those huge balloons will be fully popped within a minute of getting the pricking pin!”

“Good news indeed, high pockets,” Janet Van Dyne chortled softly, “because here comes a redhead with murder in her green eyes.” Janet nodded to the pretty, skinny girl carry swooping B-cups on her chest striding purposefully towards the dance floor. “She was one of the girls near the back of the line waiting for a chance to get Lola’s autograph. She probably thinks poaching Danyca’s puppies will put her at the front of the line. Say, Bill, did you know that precisely 98 girls have been debreasted here at Final Fantasy so far tonight…between the debreasting booths, the balance beam jousts, and the bend-over beam. You might want to think about offering to a trade to whoever harvests the hundredth pair…say a fillet or two for a set of breasts…assuming all of our wishes get fulfilled and someone hits Sue’s kill switch after Danyca’s flat chested. One tiny and somewhat damaged clitoris does not fill one of those trophy boards you plan on hanging in the Game room, does it?” Janet grinned as Bill Jennings roared with laughter while Cheryl hurried towards the kitchen.

Sue bit her lip as she saw the thin, small-breasted redhead with gleaming green eyes step onto the dance floor. Most of those girls not surrounding Lola Levine had taken notice of the impending debreasting booth action, and had been chattering excitedly. Some in the audience were even applauding the redhead when they saw her stop before debreasting booth 4’s portals and glare into Danyca’s transparent booth window. “You poached Lola’s wonderful double D’s, bitch!” Sue heard the redhead hiss as she glowered at Danyca. “Now you’ll get a taste of your own medicine, bitch, because this time it’s going to be your own double D’s that get plucked out of these debreasting portals!”

“ICE-HOT!” Sue heard Danyca squeal with excited joy, no doubt while grinning at the redhead. “I’m going to make my partial donation while Lola Levine is in the room with me! Maybe she’ll watch and see that I too am just a girl in a hungry world!” Sue frowned as, as if on cue, the crowd of autograph hunters surrounding the scorched-genre diva parted and joined the famous songstress in staring at the redhead and the huge breasts hanging from booth 4’s portals. The blonde superheroine from the 21^st Century saw the redhead bend, heard the sound of suckling while Danyca moaned in pleasure, a pause followed by more suckling and moaning, and then saw the thin small breasted girl straighten up and stare expectantly out towards Lola.

Sue Richards watched the diva grin and slowly raise her hand upwards, thumb pointing to the ceiling. Then, slowly, the songstress rotated her arm and jabbed her thumb downwards twice. Sue heard the loud click to her left that announced the beginning of Danyca Von Gunther’s debreasting. The matriarch of the Fantastic Four groaned. There was nearly four minutes left on her debreasting booth timer. Her own breasts would still be at risk when Danyca’s just-initiated debreasting had reached fruition, should the removal of the brunette’s huge double D’s act as motivation for any of the other bacon hunters in the audience.

“SLAPPED!” Janet Van Dyne hollered excitedly as she heard the loud click. “Those huge puppies are about to get STRANGLED!”

“Indeed, little one,” Hank Pym agreed with a silly grin on his face as he stared out to the huge, perferct DD-cups hanging from debreasting booth 4’s portals, “the razor-wire loops have popped free from the recess around the debreasting booth portals and are starting to shrink as the ends of the razor wire are being fed into the booth walls inside booth 4. Danyca doesn’t seem to mind, does she? She’s sighing in ecstasy despite the impending doom her ta tas face!”

“She’s not worried about the onrushing agony of amputation, Hank,” Dinah chirped gleefully. “Danyca is too busy relishing her moment of glory as all eyes are on her as the center of attention.”

“‘Tis indeed so, friend Dinah,” Diana agreed softly with a grin on her face, “for even the wealthy chantress looks on favorably as the German girl prepares to surrender her womanly orbs to yon redhead’s tugging hands.”

“Good news and bad news, Boss,” Cheryl announced as she returned from the kitchen to retake her chair. “There were just two stock fillets left, which I took off the market so you could use them as prizes for whoever debreasts the hundredth sow. That means there’s likely to be a run on fresh fillets before the night is done. I don’t see how we’ll still have waitresses at the end of the night!”

“Not a problem, if it comes to that, Cheryl,” Bill Jennings replied matter-of-factly. “I’ll just have you become potential menu-item waitress for as long as you last. Don’t worry. Wanda still has her fillet intact with clit candy. We’ll harvest it, and perhaps Sue’s, for stock fillets so that you’ll last a little longer.” Bill roared with laughter at the looks of apprehension on Cheryl and Wanda’s faces.

“DAMN!” Oliver Queen gasped softly as he ignored Bill’s likely truthful threats. “Those knockers already look like volley balls. Those loops wasted no time in squeezing her tits into balls of flesh.”

“Can’t you find a late-night butcher to rush some stock fillets over, Cheryl?” Wanda Maximoff asked in a quivering voice as she stared out to the purpling flesh hanging out of booth 4’s debreasting portals. “I doubt I’ll be sighing in ecstasy, like Danyca is now, while Candace works a sharp, thin blade around my privates!”

“We’ve got calls into every shop in the area, Wanda,” Cheryl replied with a frown on her face, “and to every Grade A who has ever applied to waitress here. We started hours ago! That said, I’m sure we’ll both make our conversions to meat with all due decorum!”

“HOLY SHIT!” Hank Pym gasped softly as he grinned out to debreasting booth 4. “Those huge ta tas are already unballing, and from Danyca’s moans and groans between gasps of ecstasy, she’s not liking it so much now that the wire is being left buried deeply in her breast meat. What do you think, wife? Would you like to try some razor wire loops after we get home tonight?”

“HELL YES!” Janet Van Dyne agreed over a loud triple sigh of climax reverberating from booth 4. “You can even use a dead fast speed…which looks and sounds very attractive for the moment…don’t you agree, Wanda. I love getting my…or watching other girls getting their…balloons popped. I’m afraid you might not have the option of joining us later, witchy, because I’ve got a suggestion for Bill. Wouldn’t your waitresses last longer if you harvested both Cheryl and Wanda’s fillets now…before the shortage on stock fillets generates a rush on fresh fillets?”

“Great idea, Janet!” Oliver Queen observed dryly and then nodded out to the debreasting booths. “Hank and I will hold the girls down for the butchering momentarily, but first let’s watch those big melons change ownership!”

Janet Van Dyne jumped to her feet as Danyca’s huge DD-cups suddenly dropped downward, dragging the redheads arms with them, and roared, “POPPED! Another set bites the dust!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter while the nightclub around him broke into a cacophony of cheers and applause. As the sound slowly quieted he admitted, “Yes, a great idea, Janet, and a very tempting offer, Oliver, but I’m afraid it would be a very temporary solution to our fillet shortage.” The nightclub owner nodded to the food ordering station where a well-dressed couple stood obviously upset with the current attendant, Tochi. “Cheryl and Wanda’s fillets would be snapped up as soon as they’ve been freed from the apexes of their legs, there would still be a run on fresh fillets, and I’d be without a date for Club X. I’m afraid I prefer death games to simple slaughter and a slightly blacker profit margin.” Bill burst into laughter again as relief and consternation competed to fill the faces of two lovely girls.

Sue Richards glanced from the reserved table to the couple at the food ordering counter that obviously had her friends’ attention. Sue could see Serena, the Grade-A brown-eyed raven-haired Oriental girl in a midnight blue evening dress, her perfect pinkish-brown-tipped C-cups now covered by the top of her dress, hissing angrily at Tochi while her fancy updo bounced to and fro. Her handsome, but balding, husband stood beside her with a look of consternation on his face as he whispered a suggestion. “No, Howard, I don’t want to try another meat cut,” Sue heard Serena shrill angrily back at the obviously patient husband. “We should have ordered our fillets during the post-lottery intermission as I suggested. Now, we are going to go home hungry!” Then Sue heard Howard gruffly reply, “What? Now you’re even going to forgo your traditional end-of-evening breast poaching? Why I have a mind to….”

Sue Richards watched Howard hurry after his beautiful Oriental wife as she stormed back into the depths of the nightclub, while Danyca suddenly stepped out of the Game room wearing her black bicycle shorts and sporting two round bandages on her now-flattened chest. Danyca and the small-breasted redhead who had popped Danyca’s big balloons hugged, and then both grinned from ear-to-ear as Lola and her entourage suddenly joined them in front of the Game room door. Lola passed each of the girls an autographed copy of her new single and then hugged them before nodding to the kitchen counter where the Diva’s mousy assistant could be seen collecting two large boxes, which Sue surmised were filled with sandwiches made from Lola’s breast meat. Then the songstress and her entourage headed for Final Fantasy’s main exit while the rest of the audience retook their seats and the excitement slowly died down.

Sue glanced at her timer and grinned—she had only eighty eight seconds left before her restraints released her. The matriarch of the Fantastic Four felt certain she would return to her table with her lovely D-cups riding high on her chest. Hank was going to be disappointed, and Oliver likely furious, but Sue didn’t care! Someone deserved to win the heroines debreasting booth competition, and Sue Richards preferred to be watching the losers doing strip teases for her teammates rather than doing the dancing herself before her friends’ men.

Her smile widened as Sue Richards noted the dance floor was empty, and then glanced back to her timer which she impatiently stared at as the number 79 became 78. It seemed to take forever for each second to tick off! Sue desperately wanted to be free of her booth!

Sue glanced to the reserved table, and saw that the men were frowning while Wanda, Janet, and Dinah chattered nervously amongst themselves. Obviously the three girls were not looking forward to Ben and Johnny’s rude jokes that would no doubt accompany their strip teases.

Sue glanced to Princess Diana—for the first time, Sue noted the Amazon was obviously quite intoxicated, and seemed to be ambivalent regarding Sue’s impending victory. Sue glanced back to the timer just as 67 clicked on the screen, and then back to her tablemates, as the sows on either side of her began moaning in pleasure. Sue Richards choked on her heart as she saw the drunken Amazon grin and nod towards the audience. Serena and her husband were headed back towards the dance floor. Had Howard convinced the Oriental beauty to continue her end-of-evening breast poaching tradition despite her disappointment regarding the lack of fillets for dinner? Sue felt the blood rush from her face as she watched the couple step onto the dance floor, and then breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped before the food ordering station.

Sue Richards gasped in pleasure—the glow inundating her sex telling the lovely blonde superheroine that she had entered the final minute of her booth stint—as she watched Howard whisper a question to Tochi, and the Japanese girl shake her head. Sue moaned softly in sexual need as she saw Howard whisper into Serena’s ear, and watched the Oriental papered girl shrug her shoulders. The matriarch of the Fantastic Four was seeking desperately to stave off her own impending climax as she heard the three other sows in the booths beside her gasp in fear over moans of pleasure as they all heard Howard bark, “Well, at least make sure there’s plenty of melanin in the damn bacon, woman! You know full well I can barely stomach the fatty meat as it is!”

All four sows froze in mid breath, despite the pleasure being beamed into their loins, as they watched Serena heading towards the debreasting portals, from which their tender chest ornaments hung ripe for harvesting. Sue glanced at her timer just as Serena arrived to stand before booth 2’s debreasting portals—it read 43. Sue wondered by how many seconds the other sows had beat her in getting her timer set. The blonde superheroine moaned softly as the first climax flooded through her loins and frowned, hoping she wouldn’t be regretting day dreaming with her bikini bottoms around her ankles!

“Well, I guess you sows realize I’m here to collect sandwich meat,” Serena announced matter-of-factly as she glanced one at a time at the pairs of at-risk breasts while all four sows issued sighs of climax. “While I’m sure my husband would prefer I harvest one of the sets of swooping C-cups at the ends of the lineup, I prefer to carry trophy tits to the food ordering counter. As the girl in booth 3’s D-cups are awfully pale-skinned, it looks like your double D’s are for the chop, sow! You got anything to say for yourself? Speak quickly! I’ve got just over a half minute to hit the kill switch!” Serena chuckled as the girls at the end of the lineup made no secret of the orgasms washing through their loins.

“Go ahead and do me, Miss,” Libby replied calmly as she locked her gleaming hazel eyes with the Oriental papered girls almond brown eyes. “I knew what I was in for when I signed up for this job. At least I’ll be getting the pension following my debreasting, instead of my father getting my pension following my riding Jessica.” As if to punctuate her statement, Libby moaned and gasped as her eyes glazed and sexual bliss flooded across her pretty face.

“Oh, you’re that lovely new waitress,” Serena replied as she stared at the comely face in the transparent booth window framed by long light-brown hair, while she palmed Libby’s massive perfect-shaped double D-cups tipped with silver-dollar-sized brownish-pink areolae. “I must admit, it would be ice-hot to put the popping pin to these lovely, huge breast balloons of yours. However, I WAS looking for a more reluctant sow to debreast! I wonder if my husband would fork over the three thousand credits to share your lovely fillet with me? Hmmm! A difficult question and so little time to decide.”

Sue Richards gasped and moaned softly as she experienced a second climax, and then shivered as Serena stared at her again, this time at her transparent booth window rather than her perfect, turgidly tipped D-cups, and spat, “Hey! You’re the blonde that bloke was playing the debreasting booth game with when I took a fancy to his wife’s melons last weekend! I wasn’t too happy about getting bullied out of harvesting papered bacon, to be sure! She got hers though tonight, didn’t she? I could have sworn he debreasted you after I left, blondie! You’ve got a lot of nerve taking that booth after that close call! What say we save the waitress’s melons in hopes of instead poaching her fillet later, and let you fulfill your obvious wish to get those lovely melons plucked off that pale-skinned chest of yours?”

Sue heard a gasp of horror and disappointment followed by a long sigh of climax, and then blushed badly as she realized the sounds had come from her own throat. As a look of glee filled Serena’s face and the Oriental girl stepped quickly sideways to stand before her, Sue realized her game was up. There would be no way to pretend she was eager to be debreasted now. Sue Richards groaned in disappointment as she felt Serena palm her tender breasts and lift them to test their weight. “So, I’m finally…going to get my wish…to make my partial donation…to the worldwide food chain?” Sue stammered in a quivering voice over the sounds of climax coming from the other booths in one last attempt to confuse the lovely Oriental beauty before her. The blonde superheroine glanced quickly to her timer, to see the numeral six, and then heard Libby’s booth restraints release, followed by Yuriko and Amara’s.

“Yes, darling, you are,” Serena chuckled softly as she reached up towards Sue’s red debreast button with her right hand while tweaking Sue’s right nipple with her left hand. “You can’t fool me!” Serena proclaimed jubilantly as she stared at the blushing face before her as the blonde within the booth climaxed relentlessly. “You don’t want this…at least not tonight! However, you are going to get the popping pin anyhow! Just as your timer reaches….”

Sue Richards heard a loud click, Serena announce, “One!”, Janet Van Dyne holler, “SLAPPED!”, and a deafening shrill squeal of surprise and agony followed by a triple sigh of orgasmic climax. Sue stared downward toward the twin centers of throbbing agony radiating from the central bases of her breasts. The 21^st Century superheroine’s breasts had been impaled from below by flat, narrow spike blades that had been jabbed upward underneath the drapes of her boobies; blades that had been hidden segments of the inner booth wall terminating at the lowest rim of her debreasting portals and now protruded from her breasts’ upper apexes. Sue Richards’ breast balloons had been run trough, poked by the popping pins she could now see the very ends of below and on either side of her upper chest; the narrow line down the center of each thin, flat blade and the razor sharp edges of the blades outer margins attested to the parting that would allow the air to slowly rush out of her chest balloons as she was slowly debreasted.

Sue, with tears streaming down her pretty face, moaned in agony and disappointment before issuing a long mournful staccato sigh of climax. The Invisible Woman had come so close to winning her third debreasting booth game, before finally having her debreasting forced upon her!

“Skewered and soon to be screwed!” Oliver Queen chortled jubilantly as he jumped to his feet and high-fived Hank Pym. “Six for six girls ponying up body parts! An even dozen breasts, not to mention four clits…so far. What do you think of them apples, old buddy?”

“I don’t think there was an apple among them, Ollie,” Hank Pym replied with a massive grin on his face as he tried to be clever. “It was two pair of grapefruits, three pair of cantaloupes, one of which is in mid harvest, and one pair of water melons. Damn, I think I like this debreasting the best. Sue looks to be both crestfallen and in agony…while cumming like a freight train. I can see why most of the bacon hunters go for reluctant sows.”

“Henry Pym!” Wanda Maximoff hissed angrily as she, like Diana, still instinctively cupped her breast bandages in reaction to the sudden impalement of Sue Richards’ mammaries. “How can you be so impassive? Can’t you see that Susan is bawling? Sue is obviously heartbroken…she came within a split second of winning her third and final debreasting booth game…not to mention in agony…having your breasts impaled without warning would really blow. Usually there is a slow buildup to the debreasting. Why the instantaneous initiation of the partial conversion to meat with this debreasting option, Bill?”

“‘Twould serve Henry rightly should I break both his arms for his callousness, ‘twould it not, friend Wanda?” Princess Diana spat angrily as she glared threateningly at the handsome scientist-cum-superhero. “The spiking of friend Sue’s comely breasts as she neared victory is not a thing to celebrate…unless of course, friend Bill is going to follow friend Janet’s suggestion and trade stock fillets for our tablemate’s breasts. Mayhap we can add to friend Sue’s woes by nibbling on sandwiches made from her womanly orbs while she contemplates the unseemliness of wishing to have one’s friends degrade themselves by removing clothes as they dance before the eyes of man!”

“Are you going to trade for Sue’s breasts, M…Bill?” Dinah asked softly with a mischievous grin on her face. “I’m with Diana! I wouldn’t mind munching on another sandwich while the boys eat their fillets.” Dinah paused briefly while her grin broadened, and then queried, “And what about my stud’s suggestion? Will you make it five of six girls declitted? The one imbedded in the plastic heart you had Sue autograph at the start of the evening looked a bit damaged.”

“It was, although Zatanna had tried to repair it with some healing spells, before it was rooted out of Sue at the end of the night” Janet Van Dyne interjected with an excited grin on her face. “Sue had taken the candle flame on nipples truth or dare at Club X and had lost, remember? This resulted in Sue getting her love button roasted over a candle flame for longer that a clitoris deserves to get roasted. I don’t know, Bill. Declitting Sue would leave Wanda feeling left out. What do you think of the poke-and-part debreasting method so far, Wanda? You can’t wait to give it a go, can you?”

“I’m going to watch what happens next before adding it to my to do list, Janet,” Wanda replied softly as she stared at Bill Jennings, “but I do admit it looks most attractive so far, as debreasting methods go. At least now that the Oriental girl is finally pleasuring Sue’s breasts. A penny for your thoughts, Bill?”

“I think I should have raised the barrel of the declitting tube a bit higher as you parted your thighs to allow me access to the prize in the Game room, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied gruffly as he grinned at the breastless Scarlet Witch. “Then I could have made it six for six nullos, one of which got live roasted. My, you tourists are a curious bunch! Wanda, the poking portion of the debreasting method Sue selected is set at a random initiation timing, unless the timer has expired, as in this case, and then it is implemented immediately. The element of surprise was intentionally built into this debreasting option, making it somewhat unique. It has other computer controlled settings based on detected breast size. The elevation of the tip of the poker is set to be a half inch above the breast apexes so both the sow and the audience can see the spear point, or the apex of the debeasting portals with huge breasted sows. With the poke-and-part, the debreasting begins with the nerve-rich cores of the breasts, and, after an appropriate delay, proceeds slowly outward. If you survive Club X, which I find unlikely, I’m sure you’ll give poke-and-part a try for yourself!”

Bill turned to Princess Diana and, in a softer, almost apologetic tone, replied, “Yes, I’m going to trade stock fillets for Sue’s breasts, Diana, while I make a big deal of the hundredth pair of breasts having been harvested tonight. However, while I’ll keep the breast skins and make Sue autograph a brass plate for her trophy board, I’m afraid the breast meat will be sent to the ex-President. He has a thing for this particular su…I mean for low melanin breast bacon. I promised to send him the raw sandwich ingredients if I got the chance. However, as you girls will be spending Oliver’s left over credits on appetizers, you won’t go hungry.”

Bill ignored the hint of suspicion on Wanda’s face, hoping that she was still trying to come to grips with his announcement that she had practically offered to let him neuter her in the Game room, and turned to Dinah with a grin on his face, as he admitted, “I’m going to at least get Sue ready for a nice declitting, Dinah. Like I did with Wanda, I want to see if she’s been properly domesticated yet. If I do go through with it, I’ll have to send the clit candy to the ex-President along with Sue’s breast bacon though, so, either way, I’ll have to split the plastic heart and use the clitoris I already have for Sue’s trophy board. Whether I follow through with the declitting really depends on how I think Sue will deal with the loss, Dinah. I don’t want her to get put off on visiting my debreasting club, do I? She’s the one with the transportation, isn’t she? However, tell you what! As you’re obviously curious as to the taste, I’ll add an order of clit candy to the appetizers you girls buy with Oliver’s credits. What do you think of that, Wanda?”

“I think that you and Oliver are being most generous, Bill,” Wanda replied, carefully trying to hide her emotions by staring out to the lone set of debreasting portals still, temporarily, filled with breasts. “I also think I’ll get the chance to give the poke-and-part debreasting option a try…if I like what I see…and if you don’t crush Sue’s spirit to the point where she refuses to return to Final Fantasy. I suggest you keep that in mind as you try to test the extent of her…‘domestication’, Bill. I’m guessing the slow parting will begin pretty soon, right?” Wanda watched Bill Jenning’s face fill with consternation, and the effort the 41^st Century nightclub owner put into making that troubled look go away, as he silently nodded to her.

Sue Richards issued a long drawn out gasp as yet another climax washed through her loins, and then cooed softly in response to the gentle nipple suckling Serena was giving her. Once the lovely papered girl had finally began her breast pleasuring duties, she had given it her all, obviously trying to make the already sobbing Sue truly regret the impending loss of her tender appendages. Intense agony still emanated from the cores of her breasts, but Sue had succeeded in forcing the pain radiating from her severed nerve clusters into the back of her mind.

The disappointment of coming so close to winning her debreasting booth competition with the other heroines was also nearly gone, and Sue was slowly reigning in her emotions. Susan Richards was a pragmatist, and was now focusing on taking in the myriad sensations that accompanied making a 41^st Century partial conversion to meat in a debreasting booth. While Sue knew she could never truly learn to enjoy getting her breasts slowly amputated, as Janet and Wanda seemed to have, the matriarch of the Fantastic Four did indeed marvel at her body and mind’s ability to accept the pain and loss while her vulva glowed with intense orgasmic pleasure.

Sue pushed her head back and stared carefully downward at the ends of the sharp, thin, blade-like spikes that had speared the bases of her breasts. She could still see the line of joined metal that ran down the centers of the blades. It would be along those lines that the four blade halves would eventually begin to split, beginning the parting of her flesh that would end with Sue surrendering her lovely, tender breasts to the Oriental girl before her. Sue contemplated the desperate horror she would be feeling if the Avengers had not come into possession of the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator. Instead, disastrous amputation had become nothing more than the age-old competition to see who could snuff out the most lit match sticks, ignoring the slightly singed finger and thumb.

Sue Richards groaned in agony and then issued a loud staccato sigh of intense climax. The blonde superheroine blushed badly as she realized that she was providing quality entertainment for her tablemates, not to mention the rest of the nightclub patrons. Sue wondered if she would find herself totally tamed, climaxed into mindlessness, before the debreasting booth stint was done. Three sessions over an orgasmatron emitter in one night was more than most girls could survive. ‘Most girls!’ Sue thought as she chuckled softly to herself, her eyes now nearly dry. ‘I am not most girls! I am the Invisible Woman of the world-renowned Fantastic Four. I’ll not be tamed! Not even by a dozen sessions over a pleasure beam emitter!’ Sue chuckled again, this time louder. She knew she really didn’t want to be tested on THAT silent claim!

“Enjoying yourself, sow?” Serena asked with obvious irritation as she raised up from her nipple suckling and stared into the glazed over blue eyes on the other side of the transparent booth window. “I could have sworn you were desperate to not have your offered donations accepted, and the realization that I had forced it on you seemed to have crushed your spirit just moments ago.”

“I…was…it…had,” Sue admitted softly as she struggled to focus on the Oriental girl’s face, “but…there is nothing I can…do about it now. Have to make the best of it…don’t I? Have to show…I can take the pain…and loss…don’t I? PLEASE…suckle!”

“Yes, you’re accepting the pain well,” Serena grudgingly admitted as she slowly shook her up-do-capped head, “for now, sow. The agony will increase again, I’ll wager, when those blades begin parting. As for accepting the loss, well the true test for that comes when the balloons are totally deflated and change ownership, doesn’t it? We’ll see how you feel when I pull these lovely breasts away from your chest and thrust the bacon lumps they’ve become before your face to prove your newly won status as a breastless girl, sow! As for the breast pleasuring, why not, pleasure beam junky? I’ll do almost anything to make you regret entering that bacon trap!”

Sue groaned and her eyes again became teary as the image of her beautiful breasts being thrust up before her face after being severed from her chest by the sharp blades now buried in her tender orbs filled her mind, and then moaned in pleasure as she felt a wet suckling sensation on her left, blood engorged nipple. She wondered if her face would again be filled with pride, as it had twice before, when her debreasting was complete and she was shown the proof of it. Perhaps not so much so this time, for Serena certainly wasn’t giving her the gentle encouragement while teasing her about her onrushing fate as Ted and Charles had. If anything, the Oriental girl was reveling in the cruel fate she had forced upon Sue.

Sue Richards gasped softly. The agony radiating from the cores of Sue’s breasts had suddenly increased and she could feel a slight tugging on her skin underneath the drapes and at the apexes of her boobies. Sue felt herself begin shivering in dread as the increased pain told her the murder of her lovely breasts was again in progress. The Invisible Woman stared hard at the ends of the double-edged spikes on either side of her chin. Sue could see just the slightest of gaps in the center of the spikes. The blades were separating! The bases of her breasts were slowly being parted from her chest! Sue Richards gasped again, and issued a long, loud, reverberating sigh of orgasm as the pleasure beams inundating her sex suddenly stepped up in intensity.

“Hmmm,” Princess Diana began softly as a bemused look filled her lovely face, “mayhap there is something to be said for the self-abuse of allowing oneself to enter one of yon debreasting chambers. We know full well that friend Sue wants not to surrender her womanly orbs, yet she climaxes incessantly in pleasure while she does so…though she also grimaces and gasps in obvious agony. To experience such contradicting sensations simultaneously might prove most interesting.”

“Interesting is a word that really doesn’t really do the experience justice, Diana,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly as she stared unblinkingly at debreasting booth 3. “The rollercoaster ride of agony and ecstasy that follows getting your kill switch slapped while you’re locked in one of those bacon traps is simply marvelous. It’s well worth the self-imposed debasement that comes from letting a crowd of strangers…and a few friends…watch you getting forced climaxed while your balloons are getting popped! That’s why…given some alien technology and Hanks willingness to use it for me and my friends’ benefit…I don’t think I’ll ever give up making periodic visits to Final Fantasy. That’s why…even without Hank and some most fortunate technology…so many of this…city’s…girls are willing to risk partial conversions in those debreasting booths.”

“Yeah, well, while I admit that getting my chest wrecked was a blast, Wanda,” Dinah chirped softly with a impish grin on her face and laughter in her blue eyes, “I think I’d stay the hell out of those debreasting booths without having access to you Avengers’ equipment. I’d still visit Final Fantasy, though! I thought being able to be the one ruining other girls’ tits was a hoot too!”

“Serena sure seems to agree with you on that point, Dinah,” Janet Van Dyne concurred softly as she bounced on her chair. “She’s working Sue’s breast tips over pretty hard with the nipple suckling. Sue has stopped crying and seems to have accepted the fact that she won’t be going home whole, although she’s still frowning a lot despite the nearly constant sighs of climax emanating from her throat.”

“Yeah, well, I could care less about what Sue wants or doesn’t want,” Oliver Queen interjected gruffly as he nodded to booth 3’s debreasting portals. “I’m glad she’s finally getting her melons plucked out of that wall. Frankly, I think she was foolish to want to leave this fine establishment without taking full advantage of all the fine sensations being offered. Besides, it was selfish to try to deprive the rest of us of the fine entertainment she is now providing. Hell, I think it would be just as fun to watch this if she wasn’t issuing non-stop sighs of climax!”

“I can’t agree with you on that last point, Ollie,” Hank Pym declared softly as he nodded towards booth 3. “Even in the midst of her orgasms, you can tell Sue is in dreadful torment. If it weren’t for the orgasmatron emitter, she’d be howling in agony. I wouldn’t enjoy watching that! I’d still enjoy watching the ta tas come free at the end though, naturally! As for the frowns our Invisible Woman is presently wearing, I think those are more do to the fact that those halved blades are starting to part than to her disappointment in not winning her game with you girls. Frankly, you girls may want to rethink that game. It might be more beneficial to your mental health to stick with TRYING to get yourselves debreasted during your visits to Bill’s fine establishment.” Hank’s silly grin broadened as he watched Janet and Wanda both nod slightly as they stared out towards their friend in debreasting booth 3.

Sue Richards moaned mournfully while staring forlornly at the quarter-inch gaps in the centers of the sharp, thin blades buried into the bases of her breasts. Fiery agony now emanated from the depths of her breasts as the ever-so-slowly parting blade halves sliced outward through the corridor of nerves running through centers of her womanly orbs. She could feel the steady tension at the tops and bottoms of the bases of her breasts, and imagined she could hear a faint tearing sound. The pain was so intense that Sue now hardly noticed the pleasure beams still bathing her sexual center. Perhaps more troubling, Sue no longer felt the more subtle sensations of Serena’s gentle suckling on her erect nipples. The 21^st Century’s Invisible Woman wondered if the nerves leading to her nipples had been cut and her breast tips had gone numb, or if the suckling sensations were merely being overwhelmed by the pain throbbing from the depths of her mammaries.

Serena straightened up and firmly pinched a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. As she tugged firmly outward, she chuckled, “That’s all the suckling you’re going to get in exchange for these bacon lumps, sow. It’s time to make sure as much of your meat as possible gets harvested. Even though, according to the worldwide data-network files I read, the parting blades are going to have curved trajectories as they slowly open, following the curvature of your ribcage, this tugging will get as much side boob as possible on this side of the slice. This way I’ll have heftier trophies to take to the kitchen, and the booth attendant will have less cleanup work to do on your chest. That’s a good thing, right, sow?”

“I…guess so…Seren….” Sue stuttered in reply as she fought ignore the cruel torment blazing from her chest.

“How in dare you address me by my name, sow!” Serena hissed back in surprise and anger as she glowered at Sue. “You’re a free ranger and I’m a papered woman! You’ll address me as MISS Serena from now on! How the hell do you know who I am, anyhow?”

“I asked…Miss Serena,” Sue replied in astonishment, wondering how the Oriental girl before her could feel such a sense of superiority. “I asked…when I saw you…were part of…the balloon popping…party…with Coach Taft. I remembered you…from your attempt…to debreast Jamie…while Charles…and I…talked. I meant…no offense!”

“Well, just watch yourself, sow,” Serena replied threateningly, “I can still make this worse for you than it already is. Now! Tell me! What are you feeling as the air slowly leaks out of these big balloons of yours.”

“I feel…fiery agony…emanating…from the depths…of each breast…like twin suns…going nova…in…the darkness…of space,” Sue replied in a quaking voice while wishing she’d drawn a different debreasting booth game partner, especially if that partner were male. “The pain…is so…INTENSE…I’m…hardly noticing…the orgasmatron…emitter…between my…legs. OH! And I feel…itching…and tugging…sensations…spreading outward…at the tops…and…under the drapes…of my…boobies!”

“Yes,” Serena chuckled softly, “it must hurt like hell to mute the intense sensations of pleasure being beamed into your sex, sow. I give the orgasmatron emitters a go every once in a while, when I’m either guarded or sure there’s no popping pins anywhere near my pretty balloons. Speaking of balloons, sow, those itching sensations you spoke of are the holes growing larger and the air leaking out of your own balloons, faster and faster. The itching is coming from the ever widening slices in your melons as the sharp knife half-blades are pushed outward. You have a few more minutes of this agony to look forward to, sow, and then your ‘boobies’ will neither be yours nor boobies. They’ll be my sandwich meat!”

“Yessss…I…know,” Sue gasped softly as she stared at the poke-and-part spike assemblies and noted that the blade-halves on either side of her chin where now spread a half-inch apart. “That’s…what happens…when you make…a partial donation…in one of these…debreasting booths. Tell…me. What debreasting options…do you choose…when you…do your…debreasting booth stints…Miss Serena?”

“Oh, I’ve selected most of the tier-three debreasting options on a medium or slow speed setting at one time or another, sow,” Serena admitted with a grin on her face, “often the method selected by the last sow I debreasted. I like to imagine what it would feel like if one of these damn machines did go to work on my titties. It makes me cum all the harder. I cum especially hard at the end of the minute when I try to picture my titties being pulled from my heaving chest and thrust before my eyes. I’ll show you what I mean in a very few minutes, sow!” Serena chuckled softly as she tugged just a little harder on Sue’s nipples.

“I’m sure…you will…Miss Serena…OHhhh…AAAAHHHHhhh….UHhhhHUUHHhh!” Sue sighed as her eyes rolled upward. Then, red-faced, she locked eyes with Serena and stuttered, “Oh…good! The pleasure beam intensity…just stepped…up again. Tell you what! Keep doing…booth stints. Give…poke-and-part…a try! One day…not so…long from now…I’ll watch…your balloons…getting popped…and shoved…right in front…of your…uppity face…Serena! Wouldn’t that…be fun…Serena?” Sue Richards threw her head back and issued a long, reverberating, staccato sigh of climax while Serena’s face was filled with a mixture of astonishment and rage.

“Damn, that papered rich-bitch is in a bad mood!” Dinah observed softly with obvious disapproval in her blue eyes. “She evidently didn’t have good coaching about the importance of making the debreasting booth game fun for both players, like I did from you guys. Who in the hell does she think she is?”

“She thinks she’s a privileged papered girl, Dinah,” Janet Van Dyne replied with a giggle, before sheepishly adding, “but you are right, she’s also being a bitch. She doesn’t realize that Sue is also married, but just doesn’t have her husband standing on the dance floor with her like Serena does. That comes with our being t…tourists.”

“I’ve got an idea, boss,” Cheryl interjected as she suddenly stood and headed for the kitchen counter, while continuing with, “I’ll be right back.”

“What do you think she’s up to?” Oliver Queen asked dryly as he watched the stunningly beautiful 41^st Century blonde fishing through some forms at the kitchen counter.

“Well, if you’re enjoying watching Sue getting verbal abuse while she’s being debreasted, Oliver,” Bill Jennings replied matter-of-factly, “I suspect she’s going to ruin your fun. I think Cheryl means to have me let Serena and her husband know they just won the stock fillet lottery, so long as Serena allows Sue to enjoy her partial donation as best she can. Knowing Cheryl, she may even take it a bit further than that.”

“I’ve got no problem with that, Bill,” Oliver replied with a grin on his face. “I’m here to watch my tablemates pony up sexy body parts, not to watch them debate.”

“Cheryl seems awfully efficient, Bill,” Hank Pym observed softly. “Do you hire a lot of girls with her skills?”

“No, Hank, Cheryl here is unique,” Bill Jennings replied with a friendly smile on his face as he watched Cheryl making her return trip. “She always seems to know what I need…sometimes before I know it myself. I don’t know what I’m going to do without her, after I’ve made both her and Wanda meat at Club X a few weeks from now. However, I’m sure they’ll both taste great…won’t you, Cheryl?”

“I guarantee it, Boss,” Cheryl replied pleasantly with a smile on her face, “but I think that, like Wanda, I’ll be pretty good at death games too. Now, I’ve drawn up terms for Miss Serena and her husband to win the stock fillets for harvesting the hundredth pair of breasts tonight. As you can see, it also rewards Miss Sue for being the sow to donate the hundredth pair of breasts to the worldwide food chain. Get Miss Serena’s husband to sign this paper spelling out the terms…after having him carefully read it of course…and make sure to mention that Miss Sue is also papered and should be treated accordingly. Naturally, Miss Serena’s husband will assume that either Hank or Oliver is Miss Sue’s husband, and I think you’ll find Miss Sue treated respectfully and less likely to suddenly remove our tablemates’ transportation from the equation.”

“Yes, I see where we’re going with this, Cheryl,” Bill Jennings replied with a twinkle in his grey eyes. “This is a most masterful piece of manipulation. Miss Serena’s husband will never see it coming, and Susan is sure to want to keep visiting Final Fantasy in hopes of getting a chance to collect her part of the prize. I’ll be right back!” Bill Jennings stood and stepped onto the dance floor.

Sue Richards was sighing in climax when she saw Bill Jennings step onto the dance floor and tap Serena’s husband, who stood just behind the Oriental girl, on the shoulder and say something about winning something. Agony still radiated from cores of the Invisible Woman’s breasts, the itching sensation had spread, and there were warm trickling sensations that screamed of blood on her ribcage. The knife-halves embedded in each breast now had about one-inch gaps between them. Serena had been verbally assailing Sue during most of the time since her breasts had been impaled, and Sue had not enjoyed THAT one bit. She sensed somehow that her tablemates could see the verbal fencing, and had sent Bill to put an end to it.

Sue, despite the agony emanating from her chest and the glowing ecstasy enveloping her privates, watched Bill whisper into the gentleman’s ear, and then hand him a sheet of paper and a pen. Then she watched Serena’s husband whisper into Serena’s ear, and then push the paper against the outer wall of debreasting booth 3. Then the man used the pen to point out one of the paragraphs on the page.

“In two more minutes, that should be a moot point as I had no intention of taking a booth tonight anyhow,” Serena whispered softly as she shook her head. “I can’t see him holding a grudge afterward. Surely he wouldn’t have had her do an unprotected booth stint if he cared. Like any other male, he’ll have divorced her and most likely had her live butchered before we see him next. It won’t take long for him to paper another girl, and this sow will be a forgotten memory. Sign it dearest. I wasn’t looking forward to bacon sandwiches any more than you were.”

Sue, her minded numbed by the overwhelming sensations and unable to understand the meaning of Serena’s words, watched the man scribble on the paper and turn and hand it back to Bill Jennings, who nodded before stating, “Good, I’ll make the formal announcement as soon as the harvest has been completed. Congratulations to both of you on your good fortune…and to the sow as well.” Sue watched Bill wink at her and then walk back to the reserved table, before asking in gasps, “What’s…going on? What…winner…what…announcement?”

“Now, now, Miss Sue, let’s not worry about all that,” Serena replied softly in a most pleasant tone. “Mr. Jennings, as he said, will let everyone know the good news once we’ve finished our debreasting booth game together. I’m sorry if I was a bit tetchy earlier. I was angry because the kitchen ran out of fillets. You really should have told me that you were a papered woman as well, my dear. I thought you knew how much I enjoy popping papered breast balloons!”

“Well…yes…I guessed that…from your…attempt…to debreast…Jamie,” Sue stammered softly between moans of pleasure and groans of agony. “That’s why…I didn’t…tell you…right away. I really…didn’t…want to…get myself…debreasted. Look where…that…got me!” Sue chuckled softly before plunging back into a sigh-filled climax.

“Yes, of course, I can see your point,” Serena acknowledged maintaining the pleasant tone. “Now, you really must tell me what your debreasting feels like now. After all, one day I might be exactly in the position you’re in now! A few weeks earlier, our positions might even have been reversed.”

“But never…again,” Sue offered softly with a crooked smile on her face, “unless…I can…grow my…breasts back!” Sue smiled as she saw fear suddenly fill Serena’s face. “Not to…worry! We all know…that’s pretty…unlikely…don’t we?” Sue gasped loudly and hissed, “Damn…another orgasm. Just might…get myself…tamed. Still hurts…but much less…now. Still fiery…pain…radiating outward…but not so…intense…and much more…itching. Wetness…on ribcage! Am I…bleeding badly? You’ll like…most of it…when…your turn…comes. But…not the…wetness!”

“There’s a little blood, Miss Sue,” Serena acknowledged softly as she smiled encouragement into the transparent booth window, “but not as much as one might expect. I suspect I should stop coming here to Final Fantasy. Were I to become as you are now, I couldn’t do it with your braveness. I’m sure I’d be shrieking in pain and horror the entire time. You are handling yourself amazingly well.”

“Yeah…I’m a real…superheroine,” Sue replied and then chuckled. The Invisible Woman stared down and noted the gaps between the blade halves were now about an inch-and-a-half, or perhaps even two, and that the outer sides of the double bladed spikes had now rotated ever so slightly towards her chest. “How much air…still left in…the balloons?”

“The ever widening slicing edges have reached 1:30 and 10:30 and 4:30 and 7:30 as the clock goes,” Serene replied softly with a grin on her face. “The gap between the blade halves will be about another inch wider before you’re no longer a sow, sow. Then I’ll show you your prize-winning boobies one last time before they get sent to the kitchen. I’m going to enjoy that part of our debreasting booth game! Will you, sow?” Serena burst into laughter as tears once again flowed from Sue Richards’ eyes. “I didn’t think so!” Serena spat jubilantly. “Becoming a breastless girl comes with implications, doesn’t it?” Serena’s laughter continued as the sow in booth 3 plunged back into mindboggling climax, and made no attempt to hide her ongoing orgasms from the chattering audience before her.

“Well, Serena’s attitude adjustment didn’t last long, did it?” Wanda observed softly as she stared out at debreasting booth 3 while nude Libby busily cleared empty glasses from the reserved table and replaced them with full ones. “Thanks for the Lactic Blasters, Libby. I’ll bet you’re glad that bitch switched from your breast balloons to Sue’s at the last minute. It looked like you came pretty close to getting the popping pin.”

“Yes, Miss Wanda, I thought I was going to earn my pension right off the bat,” Libby replied calmly and pleasantly while blushing slightly as she noticed Hank staring at her vulva. “Miss Serena might be a bit uppity, and might be enjoying the moment a bit too much, but I was up for it. I’m going to get these beach balls flattened sooner or later, or maybe get my fillet snapped up. I enjoyed myself actually. I thought the orgasmatron emitter was ice-hot. It was my first pleasure beam session. Still, I’m not in a rush to get a second. Now, if you ladies and gentlemen will excuse me. I’ll get these empties back to the kitchen and go check on the barbecue pits. I’m sure you gentlemen’s fillets will be sent to the butcher for carving very shortly.”

“She won’t last long, will she?” Hank Pym asked no one in particular as her stared at the back of Libby’s retreating rump.

“With those attributes in a debreasting club?” Oliver Queen queried dryly. “I’m surprised she’s lasted this long!”

“Oh, I don’t know, Mr. Queen,” Cheryl replied softly with a smile on her face, “Libby is a pleasant enough girl. The customers seem to value that in their waitresses. Libby might last quite some time here before she earns her pension. Maybe even a few weeks!”

“Well she’s definitely going to outlast Sue’s puppies,” Janet Van Dyne proclaimed enthusiastically as she bounced on her chair. “Her breast wounds are wide enough to show open gaps due to Serena’s tugging. There’s still some connected breast tissue on the side boobs, but there’s not much more than skin left down the center of her cleavage. Sue doesn’t seem to be in that much agony now. I guess most of the nerves have been severed. She’s climaxing like crazy though. I’d say this is one hell of a fun way to get your puppies knocked off!”

“I am obligated to point out, friend Janet,” Diana interjected loudly between sips of Lactic Blaster, “that thou doth provide such high praise for every debreasting method we watch this eve. Mayhap thy puppies are most eager to be ‘knocked off’?”

“Is it THAT obvious?” Janet Van Dyne asked quickly with a sultry smile on her face as she stared unblinkingly at the Invisible Woman’s dying breasts. Her smile broadened as her friends broke into laughter.

Sue Richards heard the laughter over her own gasps, moans, and sighs, and tore her eyes from the ever widening gap in the split-blade assemblies on either side of her chin to catch a glimpse of her tablemates. All eyes were on her and filled with fascination. They could obviously see what Sue could feel. Her breasts were loose on her chest, and would no doubt be sagging downward on her chest if it hadn’t been for Serena’s tugging on her nipples—nipples that, as Sue could see at the bottom of her booth window, were rock-hard turrets between Serena’s pinches, but which the Invisible Woman could no longer feel.

Sue could feel the slowly sliding blade edges push outward as they parted the lateral portions of her breast tissue, and could see that the inner blades had begun to turn towards her ribcage while the outer blades were sliding backwards as well as sideways. Her breasts ached from the destruction that had been wrought upon them, and also burned as air inundated tissue never meant to feel a breeze, but the agony had subsided to the point that her breasts were merely a distraction from the pulsating pleasure washing through her sex. It seemed like the Invisible Woman had been in continuous climax for an eternity as she sought to ride out her debreasting. Sue Richards had done very poorly when it came to maintaining her composure during this insidious process, but she didn’t care—this debreasting had been gloriously horrid—she deserved to enjoy her pleasure-beam-induced reward for sacrificing her pretty boobies!”

“Stay with us, sow!” Serena commanded as she stared into the glazed-over, unfocused blue eyes on the other side of the transparent booth window. “I’d hate for you to not notice the last of the air running out of your rapidly deflating breast balloons. Your pretty breasts are going to be mine…very, very soon! From moneymakers to sandwich makers any second now! YES…!”

The Invisible Woman felt her precious boobies come free of her sternum as the widening half-blades sliced through the last of her skin along her cleavage, and watched a look of surprise and triumph form on Serena’s face as the orbs she tugged on rotated outwards. “DON’T!” Sue Richards squealed loudly in desperate terror. “Don’t pull too hard! Don’t…rip them…from my…chest! Wait! Wait…for the…blades…to finish me. PLEASE! Oh….OHHhhh…I’m cumming! OOOHHH AAAAHHhhhhh UUUUHHHHhhhuuuhhhh! N…NNOOO OH DARN!”

The Invisible Woman had felt her precious perfect-shaped D-cups drop from her chest in the midst of one of the most overwhelming climaxes the matriarch of the Fantastic Four had ever experienced. Sue Richards had watched the jubilation fill Serena’s face as the amputated breasts had dropped downward under the influence of gravity, pulling the bacon hunter’s arms with them as Sue’s booth restraints released her—the sow who had been made a breastless girl.

Tears flowed freely from the Invisible Woman’s eyes as she watched the Oriental papered girl thrust the severed conical lumps of flesh up before her booth window while the audience applauded loudly. She wanted to scream obscenities at the cruel woman, but instead forced a smile onto her face and nodded to Bill Jennings who had stepped back onto the dance floor with a sheet of paper in his right hand, and to Cheryl who had joined him while carrying a silver meat tray.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bill Jennings called out loudly as he turned to face the audience, “I want to take this moment to thank all the girls who made partial donations to the worldwide food chain tonight, and to all the folks who helped facilitate their doing so. It has been quite a night, indeed! A unique night, I believe, in the history of this nightclub. This lovely lady, Mrs. Serena Belcombe, has been lucky enough to harvest the one hundredth set of breasts donated to the worldwide food chain tonight. Let’s give Serena and her husband, Ivan, who supervised the harvesting, a big round of applause.”

Bill Jennings grinned as the nightclub was filled with clapping, and patiently waited for the din to die down, before continuing with, “As a reward for taking part in this momentous occasion, Final Fantasy is rewarding Serena and Ivan with fillet dinners. Uhm…while my manager, Cheryl, collects the breast bacon from Serena, I’ll just take a quick moment to mention that we have located a supplier that will help the kitchen restock our supply of stock fillets shortly…but if you’re willing to pay triple the price…I do still have fresh fillets for sale as well.”

Bill grinned as the nightclub was again filled with applause, and watched Serena place Sue’s severed breasts nipple up on the silver meat tray while the time tourist watched with a grim look on her face. “Uhm…now…where was I?” Bill Jennings asked loudly to quell the noise. “Oh, yes! The breastless girl still standing in debreasting booth 3 is Susan Richards, who had the great honor of donating the hundredth set of breasts to the worldwide food chain tonight. Susan, the worldwide food supply would be in great danger if it weren’t for the generosity of brave, civic-minded girls like yourself, and, in this case, your husband Reed, as well. Sue, I’m afraid I can’t give you food for donating food, but instead Ivan has granted a special boon for you or your husband to take advantage of at the time of your choosing. I’ve agreed to not make this boon public, but I think you’ll agree it is a very generous boon indeed when I tell you about it as I supervise the bandaging of your chest wounds momentarily.”

“Now, before we give Mrs. Richards the applause she deserves, I would like to point out to the audience that I had six girls as guests sharing the featured reserved table with me tonight, and that five of those girls made partial donations to the worldwide food chain tonight, while the sixth brave girl gave us the boon of her full conversion to meat. Learn from these six girls, ladies! Be generous with your meat! You are what we eat! Now, with those words of encouragement, and the fine examples set by my tablemates, let’s see some of you girls get in there and play the debreasting booth game. Is this your lucky night? Well it sure was for Susan Richards! Let’s give Sue a fine round of applause for being this evening’s big winner—the girl who donated the hundredth set of breasts!”

Bill Jennings grinned as Sue got an even louder round of applause than Serena did. He watched the blonde superheroine struggle to force a smile on her face as she looked out into the audience with obvious bewilderment. As the applause began to die down, Bill smiled and nodded to Sue who immediately retreated back into the Game room. Bill hurried toward the Game room door, clutching the paper with Ivan Belcombe’s signature, while Cheryl followed along with Sue Richards’ breasts on the silver meat tray. Bill Jennings looked forward to his usual post-debreasting interview with one of the 21^st Century superheroines, in this case, the Invisible Woman.

Chapter 41. The Feast

Bill Jennings grinned as five girls entered the Game room just as he and Cheryl reached the Game room door. While the girls were stripping, he hurried past them to his office door, where Jane stood steadying Sue by holding her upper right arm. “Are you okay, Susan?” Bill asked softly with concern in his voice as he noticed the time tourist still hadn’t had her wounds treated. “I must say, it doesn’t look like you enjoyed that debreasting booth game as much as it sounded like you did.”

“I’m fine, Bill,” Sue replied softly in a quivering voice. “I’m just feeling a bit dizzy. It’s probably due to all the climaxes I’ve had forced upon me tonight. As for the debreasting booth game, well, the poke-and-part option was interesting enough, but my playing partner really blew!”

“Then you’ll be glad to know that this paper Ivan signed gives you or your husband the right to harvest Serena’s breasts, should she ever enter the Game room in either of your presences,” Bill chortled softly back as he smiled at the Invisible Woman. “It was Cheryl’s idea! If Ivan is guarding Serena’s debreast button, he will have to walk away and allow the partial donation to proceed. If Serena’s booth window is opaque, you can ask for it to be made transparent so that you can select her out of the lineup. That’s your prize for being the hundredth girl to make a partial donation tonight. Naturally, neither Ivan of Serena could foresee your returning to Final Fantasy breasted!”

“Naturally, Bill,” Sue replied with a sheepish smile on her face. “Look, I don’t care about that paper. You can shred it for all I care. I just want this particular evening behind me. I’m afraid I really let myself get my hopes up when it came to that silly contest with my friends. The last second disappointment came as a bit of a blow.”

“Yes, I can see that it did, Sue,” Bill Jennings replied calmly in a friendly tone. “I’ll go ahead and file this away later so that the agreement can be implemented should you ever change your mind. First, I suppose we should talk. I’m afraid you have a bit more unpleasantness ahead of you.”

“Oh…are those MY breasts, Cheryl?” Sue asked with obvious disappointment as she realized the nightclub manager was standing behind Bill Jennings. “OH! I should have realized! Now you have my breast skins, you’ll make a trophy board of me. You want me to autograph one of those darn name plates, don’t you? Don’t tell me I’m going to have to sit and watch my friends eat sandwiches made from my boobies as well! This really blows, Bill Jennings!”

“Yes, I am going to have your breast skins stuffed, Sue, so I am going to want you to engrave your nom de guerre into the brass plate on Cheryl’s meat tray,” Bill Jennings admitted as gently as possible. “Why don’t you step into my office and sit behind my desk so that you can do the engraving in comfort. Then I’m afraid I’ve got both good news and bad news.”

Oh…okay, Bill,” Sue Richards replied softly with trepidation on her face, and turned to enter the office, giving the trophy board on the wall with the Scarlet Witch’s breasts on it a good long stare. She knew something was dreadfully wrong, because Bill usually saw to her wounds right away. “Tell me the good news first, Bill,” Sue urged softly as she took a seat behind the chair and Cheryl quickly set the rectangular brass plate and engraving tool in front of her.

“I will, Susan, but first go ahead and finish the engraving,” Bill Jennings replied calmly but sternly. He waited while the time tourist carved ‘Invisible Woman’ into the plate, before announcing, “You’re a lucky girl, Sue. Your friends aren’t going to get a chance to sample sandwiches made from your breast bacon, after all. It seems the ex-President has taken an interest in the girl who donated the hundredth set of breasts to the worldwide food chain tonight at Final Fantasy, and has asked that your breast meat be boxed and sent to him. Unfortunately, he also wants your clit candy sent to him. That means you’re still a sow, Susan, and I, a 41^st Century male, must order you to stand with your buttocks on the front edge of the desk top and your legs spread wide apart so that I can use a declitting tube on you. Do so immediately, sow!”

“OH…God no!” the Invisible Woman gasped in horror and glanced to Cheryl. “Must I really, Bill? I find getting my clitoris stretched and amputated both horrifying and disgusting!”

“Sue, this is the 41^st Century, and a male just gave you an order,” Cheryl interjected matter-of-factly in a calm, neutral tone. “You saw what we teach the girls of this society in the dairy the other day. Nothing good ever comes from trying to disobey a male regardless of what he’s asking you to do. It’s better to volunteer, and hope to make the best of it.”

“Which is why Cheryl is still here, Susan,” Bill Jennings replied sternly with a twinkle in his grey eyes. “The ex-President asked for a second piece of fresh clit candy to be sent along as well. I’m going to neuter Cheryl right after I’m done nullifying you. My new manager volunteered to take one for the team, and is therefore also a sow. Now, you first, Sue, and then when I’m done, you can watch me use the declitting tube on Cheryl. I’m going to employ the device’s micro-lasers this time, so there won’t be any blood. Then we will get you cleaned up and you both bandaged. Now, assume the requisite position, sow, and do it NOW!”

The Invisible Woman stood with a look of grim determination on her face and turned to face away from the desk. Sue watched as Cheryl pulled her newly won manager’s top over her head, and realized that neither of them were going to be able to avoid the inevitable. Sue Richards leaned backwards until her rump found the edge of the desk, and then pushed her feet shoulder length apart with her toes on the floor, as she watched Cheryl drop her black shorts and step out of them. The 21^st Century superheroine folded her arms over her stomach below the ragged, burning chest wounds from which breasts once protruded and reluctantly waited for yet more flesh to be amputated from her body.

“That’s a good sow, Susan,” Bill Jennings said in a calm, friendly tone as he slowly fished a declitting tube out of his inside jacket pocket. “Don’t worry! We’ll make this as pleasant as possible for you, Sue. For both of you, won’t we, Cheryl?”

“I sure hope so, boss,” Cheryl replied in her pleasant professional tone showing not even a hint of concern, “as I certainly didn’t see this in my future when we entered your office. Might I suggest, sir, that you use some twine to restrain us. I certainly am not as brave as Diana is, and I might try to save myself at the last minute. Then you’d probably feel the need to make me ride Jessica, and I wouldn’t like that. Neither would Miss Sue, should she panic, sir. The twine would certainly serve as a reminder for us to behave ourselves.”

“Yes, that is a most practical suggestion, Cheryl,” Bill Jennings replied softly with a smirk on his face. He hadn’t come up with the idea that the ex-President might want a second piece of clit candy sent to him until Cheryl had made the speech about it being in a girl’s best interest to volunteer and hope for the best. Cheryl seemed to be comfortable with becoming an example of that philosophy. “Why don’t you do as much tying as you can, Cheryl, and then I’ll finish up.”

“You bet, sir,” Cheryl replied in her ever professional tone. “Just slide down a bit towards the end of the desk, Miss Sue, so you can dangle your left arm down along the right end of the desk. There’s plenty of room to put two girls in the declitting position.” Cheryl smiled as a shivering Sue Richards quickly complied with a deer-in-headlights look on her face. The blonde manager took a length of twine that Bill had pulled from a collection of similar lengths atop one of the filing cabinets from her stocky boss, and deftly tied the Invisible Woman’s left wrist to a bracket on the desk’s side.

Cheryl took another length of twine from her boss, stooped, and pulled Sue’s left foot wider. As she tied the 21^st Century superheroine’s left ankle to a ring, which she had lifted out of a floor recess, she giggled as Sue finally forced her eyes from the dreaded declitting tube in Bill Jennings’ hand to stare at the ready made restraining device bracket, noting that it was one of several such rings folded into depressions in the floor around the room.

“I’ll bet you’re wondering, Miss Sue,” Cheryl chirped pleasantly as she slid to Sue’s right side, turned to face away from the desk and then squatted, “why we have such handy restraint brackets and rings built into this office.” Cheryl pried another floor ring into vertical position, placed her own left foot beside it, pulled Sue’s right foot wider so that it was next to hers, and, after taking another length of twine from Bill, tied her ankle to Sue’s before securing the end of the twine to the floor ring between the two sow’s feet. “Well, getting your love button rooted out and sent to the kitchen is what happens to an employee when she gets fired from Final Fantasy.”

“It’s our way of adding insult to injury, you might say,” Cheryl explained as she stood, took another length of twine from Bill, bent over to allow her massive D-cups to dangle downward as she pushed her own right foot wide, pried another floor ring upward, and deftly tied her own right ankle to the ring. As Cheryl straightened up, she continued with, “You see, you don’t get a pension for losing your clitoris…and of course, your sex life. So, I guess this means that I’m getting fired. Damn, I had just decided I was really going to enjoy being Final Fantasy’s manager, too. One more length of twine, boss, and then you’ll have to do my right wrist.”

“I’m sorry, Cheryl,” Sue Richards replied in a quivering voice as she watched Cheryl deftly tie her left wrist to Sue’s right wrist with her right hand and then tie the end of the twine to a small bracket in the front center of the desk, above the wide tray drawer. “I hope I didn’t do anything to put you in this position.”

“No, Miss Sue, I’m doing that all by myself,” Cheryl replied with a giggle as she leaned back until her butt landed on the front edge of the desk top, and then pushed her right arm against the left end of the desk to allow to Bill tie her wrist to the bracket on the side panel. “Well, it looks like we’re ready to get our clitorises stretched out and, eventually, clipped off, Miss Sue. Just remember! Don’t pull so hard that you break the twine, or you’ll be made to ride Jessica. If one of us breaks one of the center twines, we’ll both be doing horizontal pole dances over hot coals. I’d rather not get all sweaty! I think we are ready, boss. Ummm, we get one last climax, right?”

“Why not, Miss Simmons?” Bill Jennings chortled softly as he turned and pulled two small circular disk-like machines with four buttons on their rear upper surfaces from a shelf on the back wall of the office and set them on the floor, one between each sow’s legs. Bill then hit the second button from the left on each disk and adjusted the disks’ positions until the small red lights now being emitted shined on each sow’s clitoris. Once satisfied that a red glow covered each sow’s clitoral glans, Bill hit the second button from the right on each disk to lock on the portable orgasmatron emitters’ tracking sensors.

Now certain that the sows were ready to be forced climaxed, Bill announced with obvious satisfaction, “I stated earlier that I was going to declit Sue and then let her watch me declit you, Cheryl. However, I’ve rethought that strategy. I think I’ll stretch both of you and then watch and see who can resist climaxing the longest. I’ve got two declitting tubes, so I’ll let you sows dual it out to see who remains a girl the longest. Who should I stretch first, for I sincerely doubt I’m deft enough to operate two declitting tubes at the same time?”

“Do me first, boss,” Cheryl chirped back sounding mildly excited at the prospect of having a declitting tube used on her. As the blonde manager saw the surprise on Sue’s face, she explained. “I haven’t had my love button stretched since high school…by a vacuum extractor, naturally. Yeah, they do that to you in sex education class so that you’ll know what to expect if it gets forced upon you later in life. They usually bring one of the older faculty women into class and stretch her clitoris first while the students watch. Then, they have what few boys there are in the class use vacuum extractors on the girls; yeah they get lessons too. Finally, while all the female students have their sex lives blowing in the wind, they clip the faculty woman’s girl penis off, and the students get to hear for the very first time that exquisite snapping sound that pronounces the end of a girl’s sex life. I orgasmed when it happened! I have fond memories of that day in class!”

“All right, you first, Miss Simmons,” Bill Jennings replied with a mischievous grin on his face, “unless, of course, Mrs. Richards wants to argue the point.” Bill chuckled as he watched the Invisible Woman frown and shake her head negatively. “However, I should warn you, unlike the vacuum extractor, the declitting tube will stretch your little organ right to the limit of its tensile strength. There will be quite a bit more of you blowing, temporarily, in the wind this time, Miss Simmons, and I can’t promise your organ won’t accidently tear apart before you climax and I activate the miniature lasers.”

“I’ll take my chances, boss,” Cheryl replied with a giggle, before adding, “and don’t worry, Miss Sue, you’ll get your fun soon enough. These declitting tubes stretch a girl’s clitoris out for the chop pretty damn quickly, and it sounds like we’re not going to get the nasty pry bar treatment to root even more clitoral shaft out into the cold air. This is going to be fun…until it’s not!”

“Cheryl, I’m amazed at how calmly you’re taking this,” Sue Richards admitted in a cracking voice as she watched Bill push the desk chair before the blonde manager’s widespread legs and sit, “considering the fact that you don’t have the advantage me and my friends have when it comes to this sort of thing. Strangely, I have a stupid question for a time like this. Why do you keep calling me, Miss Sue, when you’ve heard Bill call me Mrs. Richards?”

“Just one moment, Miss Sue,” Cheryl replied as she watched with widened eyes as Bill Jennings pushed the six-inch-long, three-quarter-inch diameter, transparent declitting tube with a red, sliding button on its barrel towards her vulva. Final Fantasy’s manager grunted as she felt her handsome boss begin gently rubbing her swollen love button with his thumb to get it even more engorged with blood, before she saw him reposition his thumb to slide the control button backwards. Cheryl heard a soft whirring sound begin emanating from the small tube, and watched the many black, closely spaced, doughnut-like, sticky-rubber-covered contractible tori inside the tube begin their contract, retract, open, move forward repetitions as Bill began to position the small, circular opening in the forward end of the insidious tube over her clitoral glans. “I want to concentrate on what this feels like!”

Sue Richards watched slack-jawed as Bill Jennings raised the business end of the whirring tube upwards towards his shivering manager’s vulva. Sue could see the tori doing the mechanical dance that would fish Cheryl’s fleshy worm out of its protective cavity once her clitoral glans had been caught by the forward torus, but couldn’t see Bill’s target. Cheryl’s swollen clitoris was hidden from her sight by the curvature of the blonde manager’s pubic mound. Sue watched Cheryl’s eyes widen with surprise and heard her yelp, and then giggle. Evidently, the insidious device had failed to catch the stunningly beautiful blonde’s sexual center on the first try.

“Close, boss, but no cigar…or rather, no clitoris,” Cheryl chirped softly as she grinned at the frustration on Bill Jennings’ face. “You know what they always say in a situation like this, right? If at first you don’t succeed….”

“Try, try, again!” Bill Jennings spat with obvious irritation at Cheryl’s pluckiness in what should be a frightening if not horrifying situation. Bill grinned as Cheryl yelped again, this time louder, and chortled, “Ahhh, we’ve caught our little prize this time, haven’t we, Miss Simmons?”

“Yeah, boss, I think so!” Cheryl replied with obvious excitement in her voice. “At least I feel well pinched dow…OH! Yes, I can feel the tugging now! This is way different from the vacuum extractor…at least as far as I can remember!”

“As far as you can remember?” Bill Jennings snorted in disbelief. “Why I thought you had fond memories of that day, Miss Simmons. Okay, your glans just got passed to the second torus. Tell you what, Miss Simmons, we’ll see to it that you have fond memories of this event in your life as well, although I assure you that you won’t be forgetting it because the ending will be, from your point of view, tragically different. And we have a successful transfer to the third torus. My, this is working out just fine! Have you a clever retort for me now, Miss Simmons?” Bill Jennings chuckled as his rookie manager silently shook her head as she stared unblinkingly at the insidious tube and its dancing tori between her widespread legs.

Sue Richards also stared relentlessly at the transparent tube and the machine-like movements of the small rubber-covered rings within it. The 21^st Century superheroine was much closer to the 41^st Century nightclub manager than she had been to Princess Diana when a declitting tube, possibly the very one she was staring at, was used to extirpate Wonder Woman’s sexual center. The rhythmic contract, retract a short distance toward the back of the tube, hold, expand, push back to original position, and then repeat the sequence dance that every one of the many black tori were doing with such precise coordination was mesmerizing to watch, despite, or perhaps rather due to, the fact that the purpose of the carefully coordinated dance was to stretch a girl’s clitoris out of its cavity so that it could be beheaded.

Despite her very real desire that the blonde manager not be harmed, Sue couldn’t wait for girl’s tender glans to finally be pulled into sight. The Invisible Woman was extremely eager to see Cheryl’s precious clitoris getting stretched out of its body cavity, even though she herself was going to get the very same treatment when Cheryl’s clitoral shaft had been stretched to the verge of tearing. Sue Richards blushed badly at the sordid desires, and shivered with dreadful anticipation!

The seconds passed slowly as Sue Richards watched the rhythmic dance inside the transparent tube being held against the apex of Cheryl Simmons’ vulva while she listened to the nightclub manager’s deep, ragged breaths and Bill Jennings occasional grunts over the steady sound of soft whirring. Then Sue heard a gasp—her own! She could see the tiny, shiny clitoral glans, and a bit of the thinner, dullish clitoral shaft behind it! It had just been pulled outward, grabbed and held by the lowest torus Sue had been able to see from her vantage point, and then released by the torus that had pulled it into view. The Invisible Woman finally had visual confirmation that Cheryl was getting her sexual center stretched. Bill Jennings really was going to declit herself and Cheryl!

“Ice-hot!” Cheryl spat enthusiastically as she watched the blood rush from Sue Richards’ face after twisting her head at the sound of the gasp. “I should be able to see myself soon! Don’t fret about it, Sue. It feels a bit weird, but I actually kind of like it. I don’t know if I’ll be able to say that when the miniature laser mount on the inner side of the basal ring starts spinning, and the four miniature lasers on the mount start cutting through my shaft, but c′est la vie, no? A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do!”

“No, Miss Simmons,” Bill Jennings chortled softly while smiling with obvious pride at his manager, “a girl has to do what I tell her to do. In this case, cough up the clit candy!” In truth, Bill Jennings was truly pleased with the spirited way Cheryl was facing her impending neutering. He wondered, briefly, whether the sultry blonde would accompany him to Club X despite being clitless. He shrugged his shoulders and returned his attention to operating the declitting tube as it occurred to him that the lack of a love button would preclude his entering Cheryl into some of the more interesting dares and death games.

The Invisible Woman managed a weak smile and saw Cheryl grin and return her attention to the dreadful tube between her widespread legs. Sue watched with both trepidation and fascination as Cheryl’s clitoral glans was again passed to a torus higher in the tube, which contracted and held until the passing torus released the tiny organ and moved to a lower position in the tube to compress around the clitoral shaft below the glans.

As Sue Richards watched the sordid cycle repeat itself, she heard Cheryl issue a soft, truncated giggling sound as she suddenly grinned like a Cheshire cat and began shivering with excitement. Cheryl Simmons could obviously see her clitoral glans as it passed beyond the back end of the red control button. The manager’s green eyes gleamed with intense interest as she watched her sexual center get pulled to another torus higher in the tube.

Sue shook her head at the girl’s strange reaction to the ongoing disaster Bill Jennings was forcing upon his employee, and would soon be forcing on herself as well. She brought her attention back to the declitting tube and watched slack-jawed with awe as, in jerky motions, the delicate flesh of Cheryl’s sexual center slowly wormed up the interior barrel of the insidious declitting tube. The horrid sight was sordidly fascinating. Then she heard Cheryl issue a short, gasping mew, and the whirring sound deepen as the dance of tori slowed, before finally ending along with the whir.

The Invisible Woman watched Bill Jennings flick the end of the declitting tube with his finger, saw the tori dance one more cycle as Cheryl’s clitoral shaft was pulled slightly higher in the barrel, and quickly estimated that the barrel was two thirds full. Sue Richards knew this meant that, when Bill hit the kill switch, the severed end of Cheryl’s clitoral shaft would be buried at least an inch below the remaining empty body cavity. This would surely end the sultry blonde’s sex life, or at least the enjoyment of the act of having sex.

“You’re ready for the chop, Miss Simmons,” Bill Jennings observed matter-of-factly. “How does it feel?”

“Like I’m going to tear any second, boss,” Cheryl replied with the slightest of quivers in her voice and obvious concern on her face. “Why don’t you trigger the basal diaphragm and let my clitoral shaft…the shaft above the basal diaphragm at least…slowly un-stretch and un-deform? I want to see how big my girl penis is!”

“So that you can remember how big it was, Miss Simmons?” Bill Jennings chuckled softly as he grinned at his rookie manager. “Very well, it’s a good suggestion. I’m looking forward to seeing how the Invisible Woman faces nullification anyhow!” Bill slid the red control button back another position, heard Cheryl gasp in surprise as the metal, basal disk clamped down hard around her clitoral shaft just above its protrusion from her clitoral cavity, and pulled the transparent tube, now filled with open tori, backwards from the detatched basal disk. He set the tube down on the floor next to Cheryl’s orgasmatron emitter while explaining, “I don’t need this until it’s time to slide the control button back into its final position. That won’t happen until I’ve stretched Mrs. Richards’ sex life out for the chop and activated both of your orgasmatrons.”

“Yes, sir, I’m sure we are both looking forward to the pleasure beams at least,” Cheryl replied with a sultry smile on her face. “Oh, that feels strange, the un-stretching I mean! It still feels like I might tear at any second! Never mind! I need to answer Miss Sue’s question, don’t I?”

“Yes, Cheryl, please do,” Sue Richards replied in a quivering voice as she watched Bill Jennings push the desk chair in front of her and fish another declitting tube out of his inner jacket pocket. “I’m not sure if I’ll still care, or, at least, be able to pay attention to your answer shortly.”

“Miss Sue, papered girls can tend to get a bit uppity due to the privileged status they’ve earned by marrying one of the relatively hard-to-come-by males in this society,” Cheryl explained in her ever pleasant professional voice. “It’s only natural, I guess, given the fact that the papers virtually eliminate the chance they’ll get raped on the street or made meat at some backyard barbecue, and takes their numbers out of the weekly Lottery. By addressing papered girls as Miss, the rest of us in this society are reminding those women that marriages tend to be rather short-lived affairs. We do this in hopes it will bring those girls back to reality, and curb that unpleasant air of superiority. It works for some of those girls, but certainly not all of them. In formal situations, all of us do address the papered women as Mrs., and males tend to stick with that formality in most situations.”

Cheryl watched as Bill sat before the time tourist, and began working his thumb gently over and around the margins of Sue’s clitoris, before admitting in a shaky voice, “I guess, for us unpapered girls, it’s a way of coping with the fact that we didn’t get the fairytale life and the papered girls did. We all still dream of the fairytale ending, even though the chances of finding it when you pass eighteen without a proper dowry are pretty much nil. You said you felt crushed because you got, temporarily, debreasted only seconds away from winning a contest with your friends, Miss Sue. I don’t mean to be harsh, but while we’re both about to have female castration forced upon us, it’s still just losing a game with your friends for you, because I heard you and your friends say that your alien device is nearly a hundred percent effective in regenerating missing body parts. For me, from my perspective, it means my hopes for the fairytale coming true for me will finally be totally crushed. No husband is going to marry damaged goods. You see, as you mentioned earlier, I don’t have a magic do-over machine!”

“Oh, darn, Cheryl, I’m so sorry!” Sue Richards replied softly in a quivering voice as she watched, with widened eyes, as Bill Jennings pulled his thumb off her love button and used it to slide the red control button on the declitting tube he held before her vulva backwards, causing the machine to issue its insidious whirring sound. “Yes, I can see how foolishly I was behaving…how selfish I was being. Please, Bill, take my clitoris, but spare Cheryl’s!”

“You still haven’t learned, have you, Mrs. Richards,” Bill Jennings replied tersely as he carefully lined the small opening at the business end of the declitting tube up with the Invisible Woman’s swollen clitoral glans, “it doesn’t do any good to beg or barter with a 41^st Century male over something he already possesses…in this case you and Cheryl’s clit candy. No, you’ll both get the same treatment, and I promise you’ll both learn to like it! Now, concentrate on the moment and what it feels like to have a declitting tube used on you, Invisible Woman. Once I’ve got you stretched out to take the chop, I’m going to tell you something that will make you very pleased to have paid attention to the sensations you are about to have forced upon you. Trust me on this!”

The Invisible Woman quaked in trepidation as she felt the small hole in the center of the metal diaphragm at the end of the declitting tube slowly pushed over her clitoral glans. Something in Bill Jennings tone filled her soul with grim foreboding. Leaning back on the desk as she was with her head bent forward, and being without breasts to block her view, Sue could see most of the declitting tube, but the end of the device had disappeared behind the curvature of her lower abdomen. Sue winced as she saw the ugly, bloody chest wounds that burned with fiery pain, and frowned, and concentrated on the declitting tube. Like Cheryl before her, Sue Richards was frustrated at not being able to see the cruel castration device grabbing at her swollen clitoris, although she could see, through the transparent tube wall, some of the many black, sticky-rubber-covered tori performing their mesmerizing dance.

“Wait, Bill!” Sue spat softly with obvious trepidation as she began to blush badly. “First explain something that I’ve been wondering about for quite some time. I promise I’m not stalling…just curious…and want to fully understand what’s happening to me in a second or two. When I touch myself…. I mean…. Well…my love button feels pretty much a part of the rest of my vulva. It doesn’t feel like an unattached organ just surrounded by other flesh. Why isn’t the surrounding vulva stretched as well? I would have asked Reed…but he doesn’t know…about my visits to this time zone.”

“I’m getting impatient, Sue, so hold any other questions you have until after you’ve been nullified,” Bill Jennings chided softly with laughter in his grey eyes, “but I suppose you have an interest in knowing how your sex life is going to be extirpated. Obviously, part of the answer has to do with the fact that the declitting tube’s basal diaphragm pushes against the surrounding vulva as the clitoris itself is drug into the open; the same goes for the rim of the vacuum tube extractor barrel, and with the debreasting booth force field projectors there is an outward pushing force field to do the same thing. Would you like to show off your anatomical education, Cheryl?”

“Sure, Boss,” Cheryl giggled softly as she winked at Bill Jennings and then smirked at the beet red Sue Richards, “although I’m a bit surprised the question is only now being asked, given that these time tourists have already watched more than a few girls, including themselves, getting their sex lives stretched out and snipped or lasered off while acting as if it was business as usual. Miss Sue, I know what you’re saying when you say that your sexual center seems pretty snugly part of the top of your vulva. However, the sex organ is mostly surrounded in its cavity by mucous membranes, like many other internal organs, the primary purpose of which is to keep the organ moist…not secured in the clitoral cavity. I’m sure there may be some connective tissues as well…but if you’re worrying about irreversible damage that your Chula device can’t repair, don’t. With vacuum tube extractors at least…my clitoral glans felt just as snug below my clitoral hood the day after my clit stretchings in sex education class as it had been before. I think the mucous membranes, if damaged, heal/reattach very quickly, and doubt that any other connective tissue is badly torn…with vacuum tube extractors at least.

“Well done, Miss Simmons,” Bill chuckled with a grin on his face. “You failed to mention the ultrasonic projectors that project forward from the back of the declitting tube, the upper rim of the vacuum tube extractor barrel, and from the force field projector housings that soften the mucous membranes and weaken the tensile strength of any connective tissues, or even muscle, encountered in the clitoral cavity while the clitoral shaft is being stretched by whichever device. Also, you failed to point out that for you…and possibly Susan as well…how quickly the membranes and tissue heal within the clitoral cavity will, momentarily, be irrelevant. There will be no clitoral glans and a couple of inches of clitoral shaft to be reattached to. The supervillain that invented the declitting tube near the beginning of the 21^st Century, Sue, was very innovative, don’t you think? Now shut up, Invisible Woman, while I cover your glans and get on with the next step in your nullification.” Bill Jennings grinned and chuckled as he resumed pushing the base of the declitting tube towards the shivering superheroine’s sexual center.

Sue gasped softly as she felt a gentle pluck at the very tip of her clitoral glans, followed by another, firmer, pluck, and then a sudden squeeze around her clitoral glans. The Invisible Woman squealed softly as she felt a firm 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 retreating back to the apex of her vulva. Sue Richards moaned 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. The reality that she was in the process of being declitted and turned into a sexless nullo crashed to the forefront of the Invisible Woman’s muddled mind!

“Ahh, there we go!” Bill Jennings proclaimed softly with obvious self-satisfaction. “A second piece of clit candy being readied for the ex-President’s enjoyment! I do hope he at least thanks us for all of the effort we are going through to keep him happy and well fed!” Bill chuckled to himself at the selfish joke. His effort was actually fun, and the sows’ efforts not so much so.

Sue Richards gasped softly as she felt the lower two tori release her shaft only to, a second later, 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. A few tugs later, Sue blushed badly as she heard Cheryl giggle. The wide-eyed excitement on the blonde manager’s face told Sue that Cheryl could see her clitoral glans in the transparent tube, and, as Sue had when Cheryl had been the declitting tube’s victim, was finding the sight fascinating.

Sue hated the strange sensation of having her sex organ stretched. While it didn’t hurt, or feel particularly uncomfortable, at the moment, Sue knew it would become very uncomfortable before the stretching was done 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. Then would come the sensation of a white hot poker being pushed into her clitoris when only the basal diaphragm remained and the miniature lasers went to work on her girl penis waving in the wind. But, of course, Sue was getting a head of herself! There was still plenty of cruel stretching to suffer through before the agony of clitoral amputation!

The Invisible Woman returned to giving the rhythmic tugs that seemed to be reaching deeper and deeper into her clitoral cavity her full attention. Below her, she could now see the shiny end of her clitoral glans, just past the red control button upon which Bill Jennings thumb still rested. Tears flowed from Sue Richards blue eyes as she watched the rhythmic dance of the ever moving tori with intense trepidation. Her sex life was being continuously passed from one rubber diaphragm to the next down the tube, causing her clitoris to slowly worm out of its cavity and into the thin transparent tube.

Sue Richards moaned! Sue was beginning to feel a strange discomfort at the apex of her vulva as the glans of her clitoris was pulled well past the two-thirds full point in the declitting tube. The Invisible Woman was already set to provide more than an inch of clitoris for Bill Jennings’ ex-President’s delight, and the tugging was still continuing!

“Well done, Susan,” Bill Jennings said in a friendly encouraging tone a few seconds later as the whirring sound abruptly ended, and the tori stalled in their rhythmic dance. “You’ve managed to offer up more clitoris for harvesting than Miss Simmons managed. How does it feel, my dear Invisible Woman?”

“Like it’s about to be torn out of me, Bill,” a weeping Sue Richards replied in a quivering voice as she shivered in her bonds. “Please stop stretching me, let the basal disk clamp around my shaft, and quickly behead my clitoris with the lasers! I’ll even forgo the orgasmatron emitter! Just end this disgusting torture!”

“Nonsense, Susan!” Bill Jennings chided softly as he reached up towards the small machine he held in his right hand with his left hand. “We really must harvest every millimeter of your clitoral shaft. As I’ll explain shortly, this very well could be the last declitting you ever get to enjoy, and I want you to experience it fully.” With his left hand palm down and his thumb over the nail of his middle finger, Bill flicked his finger forward, and smiled jubilantly as the whirring resumed and the tori in the tube made one more hold, release, push, squeeze, pull, hold cycle while the Invisible Woman gasped in dread and discomfort.

“Please stop, Bill,” Sue Richards pleaded softly as she quivered in her bonds with tears streaming down her horror-filled face. “It feels like my clitoral shaft is about to tear. The sensation is far worse than I felt in the debreasting booth while the force fields were working on my sexual center.”

“Just one more try, Susan,” Bill Jennings replied with a stern look on his face. “The ex-President is going to want as much of the Invisible Woman’s sex life on his plate as he can possibly get. Who are we to deny him of that pleasure? Now take a deep breath, and try to behave as bravely as Cheryl did. Can you do that for me, Susan?”

The Invisible Woman bit her lower lip and nodded. She had to maintain her composure and dignity, even under these harsh and disgusting conditions. Besides, Sue doubted it would make any difference to the Chula nanogene tissue generator as to whether her clitoris was sliced off with lasers or just ripped out. Sue watched as Bill flicked his finger as second time and almost simultaneously shook the declitting tube, and gasped as the tori began moving. Sue Richard’s clitoral shaft ached and throbbed as it reached the verge of tearing, but then the tori again froze after only completing another half cycle.

“Well that will have to do, Susan,” Bill Jennings announced with a chuckle. “Momentarily, there will be just short of an inch-and-a-half of your precious little sex organ blowing in the breeze. You did very well, once you put your mind to it. Now, let’s secure the prize for harvest and watch while your tender love button reforms to confirm my estimate. Then we will let you sows enjoy one last climax before I murder your clitorises. Don’t worry, before your final climax, I’ll explain why it may very well be your final climax, Invisible Woman. No! No! I don’t have any revelations from the history books. It’s all based on physics, biology, and statistics.”

Sue Richards yelped loudly as she watched Bill Jennings slide the declitting tubes red button back into its third position and the tube’s metal basal diaphragm disk contracted tightly around her clitoral shaft, preventing her stretched flesh, now released from the rubber-covered tori, from snapping back into her body cavity. Then Sue frowned as she watched Bill pull the endless tube away from her vulva, stand, push the chair backwards, and stoop to pick up Cheryl’s declitting tube with his left hand. Her sexual center felt strange as it slowly un-deformed, although the sensation of eminent tearing wasn’t subsiding one bit.

“Yes, Cheryl, there is an inch girl penis waiting for the chop, or close to it,” Bill Jennings observed sarcastically as he stared at the apex of the beautiful manager’s vulva. “It’s going to be virtually impossible to climax with the end of your clitoral shaft buried so deeply in your body. You’d better make the most of it when I turn your portable orgasmatron emitter on. It looks like the tracking sensor is working perfectly. Your clitoral glans is still bathed in a nice red glow.”

“Ice-hot, boss!” Cheryl exclaimed with what seemed to be genuine excitement as she grinned at her handsome employer. “As soon as Sue’s ready, we’ll see how I would have done at those climax aversion death matches at Club X!”

“Yes, it had crossed my mind that I might lose the opportunity to watch you lose one of those death games by harvesting your clit candy tonight, Miss Simmons,” Bill Jennings replied in a calm matter-of-fact tone. “The ex-President is expecting us make a rather significant sacrifice for his culinary pleasure, isn’t he, Miss Simmons. If only he hadn’t found out about our dear Invisible Woman, and her being the sow to donate the hundredth set of breasts to the worldwide food chain at Final Fantasy tonight. Oh well, as you put it so elegantly earlier, Miss Simmons, c′est la vie!”

Bill Jennings turned to Sue Richards and chuckled at the consternation on the blonde superheroine’s face, before chiding, “You should be thrilled, Susan. By winning your debreasting booth game at exactly the right time, you’re preventing Miss Simmons from participating in death games at Club X…and the Scarlet Witch as well. You know from firsthand experience how unlikely it is that either of them would make it through a whole night at my social club in one piece, let alone both of them.”

As Bill Jennings watched the Invisible Woman silently nod in agreement he chuckled again, before continuing with, “Yes, I know, Miss Simmons is still not going to be in one piece shortly. Once again, c′est la vie! Now, you’re pretty close to sporting a nice un-deformed girl penis. Guess what! I was right, just barely short of an inch-and-a-half of very fine clit candy available for harvest. More than Black Canary donated, surely, and dear departed Zatanna as well, but not so much as the Wasp and a far cry from Wonder Woman’s trophy clitoris. Speaking of trophies, I’d much rather have that for your trophy board than send it away for culinary use, but we all must do what is asked of us, mustn’t we, Invisible Woman. Well, as the red glow on your glans indicates your orgamatron emitter’s tracking sensor is also working perfectly, we might as well get started.”

Bill Jennings stepped back towards Cheryl, bent, and tapped the right button on the upper rear surface of the disk-shaped portable orgasmatron emitter. Bill chuckled as Cheryl gasped immediately in surprise, before twisting and tapping the right button on the disk between Sue’s widespread legs, and was immediately rewarded with a husky moan of needful pleasure colored decidedly with fearful trepidation. “That’s right sows, the pleasure beam intensities have been set to maximum,” Bill explained unnecessarily as he chuckled with self-satisfaction. “There’s no need to delay the harvestings any longer than necessary, is there? One more quick cum for each of you, and then I slide the buttons on these little darlings back into their final positions…the kill positions!”

The Invisible Woman glanced out to the stocky man she had thought to be a friend standing midway between herself and Cheryl with a transparent tube in each hand with his thumbs on the sliding control buttons and one open barrel pointed to each girl’s vulva. Sue moaned softly as she felt the glow of pleasure rapidly building in her loins, and shivered with anguish as she thought of the intense agony and sense of loss that would come once that glow of pleasure had exploded into ecstasy. The young superheroine twisted her head and stared at Cheryl—the sultry manager seemed to be staring relentlessly at a blank spot on the office wall before her. This was no doubt an orgasm aversion technique, Sue realized. Cheryl must be desperate to stave off climax as long as possible, given the fact that she didn’t have access to an alien device to regenerate her amputated clitoris.

“That’s it, sows,” Bill Jennings chuckled softly with a friendly smile on his face, “fight the unwinnable fight against inevitable orgasm. Stay girls for as long as you can, in hopes…hopeless hopes…of saving your sex lives. That goes for you too, Susan! You see, I’ve done some research and given some thought into how the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator works. While it’s true that the alien device is 99.9999 percent efficient at repairing surface wounds, that efficiency drops dramatically when the tiny nanogene repair robots have access issues to the damaged tissue.”

Bill Jennings chuckled as he watched the Invisible Woman stir with discomfort and moan with unwanted pleasure before continuing with, “If you were to damage one of your hero friends’s testicles without opening his scrotum, the nanogene robots would be zero percent effective at repairing the damage. Yes, I know, you girls would just open up the superhero’s scrotum and the problem would be solved. However there are also smaller, but still significant and less easily solved, issues when it comes to repairing extirpated clitorises. As you and your time traveling friends have discussed at length, Invisible Woman, the depth of burial most certainly is an issue for the nanogen robots. You’ll not be in as much danger as Wonder Woman in that respect, will you?”

Bill laughed as sighs of ecstasy began being issued from one of the debreasting booths at the far end of the Game room, and quickly stepped over to pull his office door closed. “Sorry about that, sows,” he chuckled softly as he resumed his ready position and again pointed the declitting tubes at the targeted vulvas. “Listening to some sow climax while she gets debreasted might make it difficult to resist climax while you’re over and orgasmatron emitter and about to be declitted, no? I wonder if Janet is still making her mental list of debreastings? Never mind! Now, where was I?”

“Oh yes!” Bill Jennings spat jubilantly as both Sue and Cheryl began moaning in pleasure and shivering in their bonds. “I was going to point out that I haven’t heard you heroines give consideration to the narrowness of the empty portion of the body cavity itself. Yes, that would also be a factor that is going to be aggravated by prior declittings, as well as by the length of time since the current declitting has taken place. You, see, I would stipulate that the clitoral cavity tends to tighten up, shrink if you will, while it’s empty, and once shrunken, tends to want to stay that way. Thus, the odds of a successful clitoral regeneration are going to decrease each time you get yourself declitted, Invisible Woman.”

“I’d guess there might be a ninety percent chance of regeneration the first time you’ve been declitted,” the stocky nightclub owner continued his explanation with laughter in his grey eyes as he watched the Invisible Woman twist and moan in desperate need on the desk top, “depending of course on how deeply buried the severed clitoral shaft is. The chances of clitoral regeneration may drop by as much as ten percent when you’re looking to repair a second extirpated clitoris, I would imagine, and perhaps another ten percent when you’re trying to replace a third love button. Once we are done here, there will be a twenty percent chance you’ll remain permanently neutered, Invisible Woman. Even if you get lucky, Mrs. Richards, you have three other friends that are in need of treatment. You and your heroine friends have will have been declitted eight times, counting Zatanna of course, by the end of the night. I’d bet a stock fillet against your next set of breasts that at least one superheroine isn’t going to be feeling so super at the end of this night, Invisible Woman, and it just might be you!”

“You must ignore him, Miss Sue!” Cheryl urged softly in a shrill quivering voice between the pleasure-filled gasps bursting from her own throat. “You mustn’t think about what might happen to you at the end of the evening. Concentrate on what is about to happen to us now. We have to fight to remain girls for as long as possible. Perhaps, if we can demonstrate sufficient decorum under difficult circumstance he’ll spare us…or at least the sow who staves off climax the longest. Think about something else, Miss Sue. Think about your, son, Franklin, while I think about winning my papers and raising children of my own. Fight for your sexual life, Miss Sue! FIGHT!”

Sue Richards fought to pull her mind away from the intense pleasure flooding through her loins. Sue thought about Franklin, and how sensitive the young boy was to the troubles his parents so frequently faced. Franklin would be heartbroken if his mother’s spirit were to be crushed by having her sex life cruelly stolen from her during a visit to this sexually sordid forbidden time zone. Reed would be furious when he found out she’d overridden his block on the time machine’s time coordinates for this century at Wanda’s request. Overidden so that Sue could join Wanda and her girlfriends in visiting a debreasting booth club where they could get their breasts amputated while they were forced climaxed by pleasure beams, knowing full well their moneymakers would be used as food for the indigenous humans.

The Invisible Woman moaned in sordid pleasure and fearful frustration. The glow between her widespread legs continued to grow, and felt wonderfully erotic. Sue wanted to stave off climax so that she could keep her precious clitoris and the active sex life that came with it, but, hanging at the edge of ecstasy, she also NEEDED climax. Sue could hear Cheryl moaning and gasping in pleasure, but could also hear the desperation in those moans and gasps. Perhaps, as Cheryl had said, Bill might spare the girl who avoided climax the longest. Sue Richards wanted to be that girl, and outlast the blonde nightclub manager, but the Invisible Woman part of Sue wanted to make every effort to spare the gorgeous young girl from onrushing disaster. Sue Richards brought her mind back to the throbbing pleasure emanating from her vulva, threw her head back, and issued a long, mournful staccato sigh of climax.

As the sighing Invisible Woman waited for the loud snapping sound that would precede the intense, burning agony of getting declitted, she heard Cheryl suddenly hold her breath as she fought off climax, before issuing a loud, trembling, “NNNNNOOAAA YYYYEEEESSSSS, I’M CUMMING!” Sue and Cheryl, gasped, sighed, and moaned in intense orgasm for what seemed like an eternity before, in mid climax, the Invisible Woman heard a loud, SNAP, and the strange sensation of stretched flesh popping back into its body cavity! This was followed a split-second later by a slightly less loud, SNAP! Then Sue Richards heard the double tap of the basal disks, no doubt still locked around severed clitorises, hitting the office floor, and began bawling uncontrollably. She, the Invisible Woman, had been declitted, along with a girl she considered a friend, by a male who she had also considered a friend. The Invisible Woman had been neutered, perhaps, like Cheryl, forevermore!

“Untie us, boss!” Cheryl Simmons urged softly with obvious desperation. “I need to show Miss Sue her clitoris. She’s got to see before she passes out or her spirit is irrevocably crushed!”

“Yes, yes, I can see that, Cheryl!” Bill Jennings replied with obvious exasperation. “Don’t wait to be untied, girl! Just break the twine! Go ahead! It’s okay, I told you to do it!”

Sue Richards heard the words over her own gasping mewling, but didn’t really understand what was going on, even when she felt Cheryl rip her left arm away from her own right arm, and then busy herself with breaking through the other lengths of twine. Sue felt Cheryl untie her left leg, and then her left wrist, before throwing her arms around Sue and hugging her as she softly whispered, “Now, now, Miss Sue, stop that crying right now! You’re fine! We are both fine! Now look on the floor and you’ll understand. You’ll be relieved when you finally see your clitoris. Believe me!”

Still sobbing, Sue forced her eyes open and stared downward over Cheryl’s shoulder. She could see the declitting tubes’ basal disks on the floor just in front of the portable orgasmatron emitters, but not the little nubs of treasured flesh that miraculously granted a girl the gift of orgasm. “Wha…where are they…the clitorises…Cheryl? Has he put them away already? Let me see, Bill Jennings! I want to see what you’ve done to me…to us! I want to see the tiny morsels you intend to send to this ex-President of yours!”

“I’m afraid the ex-President will have to forgo the pleasure of nibbling on you girls’ clit candy, Susan,” Bill Jennings announced softly in a calm friendly voice. “He will be most peeved at me, I’m sure. And no, I didn’t collect something for my trophy board either, my dear Invisible Woman. You’d better show her, Cheryl. I don’t think she understands, just yet.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Cheryl replied softly with a grin on her face as she released Sue from her hug. “You don’t hurt, down there, right, Miss Sue? There is a reason why your vulva doesn’t hurt. Look at mine, and then finger your own!”

Sue Richards stared in disbelief as Cheryl spread her hairless sex before Sue’s tearing eyes to show her the swollen clitoral glans still at the apex of her vulva, and then felt the 41^st Century girl push her own right hand down to her own vulva and guided her middle finger to a tiny, sensitive nub. “OHHHH!” Sue gasped in surprise and relief. “My clitoris! Bill didn’t neuter me!”

“Yeah, ice-hot is that pleasant surprise, isn’t it?” Cheryl replied with an ear-to-ear grin on her face. “We performed very well in our roles as free rangers in this society, Sue. We obeyed commands and accepted, with appropriate decorum, the fact that we were going to add our love buttons to the worldwide food chain. Then, we showed great resolve by resisting climax over the orgasmatron emitters. I thought you were going to win that contest, by the way, Miss Sue. I was going to climax when I did even if you hadn’t. Sometimes, when free rangers accept their fates with laudable decorum and brave resolve, the male wranglers give us a pass, as Mr. Jennings just did.”

“I would like to claim that I was as surprised as Sue was that I did so, Cheryl,” Bill Jennings chuckled softly with a gleam in his grey eyes, “but while Sue might buy that, somehow don’t I think you would. How did you know that I was bluffing the whole time, Cheryl?”

“I seem to have a knack of knowing what people are thinking, boss,” Cheryl replied in her ever pleasant tone with her gleaming green eyes flashing with excitement, “especially you. That knack has saved me from more than a few backyard barbecue parties, and I’ve yet to enjoy being raped. The Orphanages won’t be happy about that! I was pretty sure you weren’t going to hurt, Miss Sue, but I do admit I was a little bit worried when you suddenly put my clit on the chopping block as well. I didn’t see that coming, and men can sometimes change their plans mid game. Still, I was pretty comfortable and made sure I enjoyed my free orgasmatron beam treatment to the fullest. Thanks for that, boss. The forced climax was ice-hot!”

“Why were you so certain that I wasn’t going to declit you, Cheryl?” Bill Jennings asked as he gave his young manager a probing stare. “It had to be more than just a feeling.”

“Well, I was pretty sure you wouldn’t do anything to let me out of that trip to Club X, boss,” Cheryl replied with a sultry grin on her face before adding. “Besides, you forgot to set meat trays on the floor under our vulvas. There’s no way you’d have let meat destined for the ex-President’s larder land on the floor!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter and stepped forward to hug both girls. Then, as he managed to control himself, he admitted, “Yes, I forgot that important detail. Now, get dressed Cheryl, and get the Invisible Woman’s breasts to the kitchen. Tell Alice to take great care with both my breast skins and the ex-President’s sandwich meat, won’t you? Oh, and take care of the packaging yourself. I want the man to know exactly what he’s getting and who collected it for him. Now, run along while I bandage Susan and pick her brain.”

“You bet, boss,” Cheryl replied as she pulled on her tight black shorts and sports bra, both carrying the label ‘Final Fantasy’. “Thanks for the fun game, Miss Sue,” Cheryl chirped as she turned to the still trembling superheroine. Then Cheryl hugged the breastless blonde before kissing her flush on the lips. Cheryl giggled at Sue’s blush as she collected the meat tray with severed D-cups on it, the brass plate labeled ‘Invisible Woman’, and the engraving pen that had been used to make the label, from the desk. As she hurried through the office door, after pausing to let Bill add a heart-shaped lump of clear plastic to the tray, the blonde manager called back, “Enjoy your conversation, Miss Sue, but please try not to be too peeved at Bill. He did pretty good for us, after all…considering he’s a wrangler and we’re free rangers just waiting to be wrangled and sent to the butcher!”

“A free ranger waiting to be wrangled?” Sue asked rhetorically in a whisper as she watched Cheryl head for the Game room door. “Yes, I suppose it’s only natural to be thought of that way in this male-centric world. My chest hurts, Bill! Could you please clean my wounds and get me into a pair of those wonderful bandages of yours. I’ve sent all the meat I’m going to send to the butcher this night…unless of course this was just a double tease and you’re now going to excise my clitoris for your ‘Invisible Woman’ trophy board?”

“No, Susan, I’m not going to excise your clitoris from you,” Bill Jennings replied softly as he gently guided Sue from the desk top to one of the guest chairs. As he pulled the desk chair around and sat in front of the lovely blonde superheroine, he added emphatically, “I will never excise your clitoris from you, Mrs. Richards, unless you misbehave, lose in my nightly lottery when that’s what at stake, or your husband asks me to, or…. Well you get the picture, don’t you? However, you can bet that someone else will if they get the chance. You should be prepared for that to happen, if you continue visiting this society, and I rather hope you do continue visiting. Sales of vacuum extractors have plummeted since I put the new declitting tubes on the market. The clever little machines are selling like hot cakes! You’re sure to run into someone possessing one of the little buggers if you start straying from Final Fantasy, as Wanda seems set on doing. Given those facts, you need to understand that I believe what I told you about the limitations of Hank’s tissue regenerator are true. I will not be at all surprised when I hear that one of you girls has ended up permanently neutered.”

Bill smiled as he watched the Invisible Woman gently nod her head, and pulled a damp rag and two bandage packages out of a desk drawer. “As Cheryl said, you did do very well tonight, Mrs. Richards,” Bill admitted as he wiped blood, mostly dried from the blonde’s torso and then gently dabbed her chest wounds. “You were as courageous as you were fearful, meaning you understood what was at stake, and you didn’t break the easily breakable twine, meaning you had the discipline to obey a male’s most unpleasant commands. You make a fine free ranger, Invisible Woman. By the way, the poke-and-part did a fine job on your breasts. The cut is very smooth and there’s no fatty tissue left to remove, even at the side boobs. You did say you enjoyed the debreasting method earlier, just not your game partner. I’m glad! I do desire to keep you girls as return customers. I feel as if we’ve become good friends!”

“We feel that way about you as well, Bill,” Sue Richards replied as she watched the stocky nightclub owner tear open a packet and press a round white bandage over her left chest wound. “Wanda is particularly fond of you. It would break her heart if we were to discover your friendship wasn’t real, and you were only using us to collect our meat.”

“Not to worry, Susan,” Bill Jennings chuckled back with a twinkle in his grey eyes while he pressed a second bandage over Sue’s right chest wound, “I do enjoy you girls’ company…and I promise I’m not using you ONLY to collect you girls’ meat. I admit I do hope to put all of you on the menu sooner or later, but I’m not going to force the issue, am I? I need to be patient and wait till the time is right. If I put the Invisible Woman over the hot coals before she was meant to disappear from the 21^st Century timeline, then Galactus might make a meal of the planet Earth before I was born and I and everything around me fades away to cosmic dust. That’s the problem with time traveling tourists. You never know when it’s safe to make a meal of them!”

Sue burst into laughter at the 41^st Century male’s terrible honesty, before asking, “Then why take the chance of letting us enter your nightly lottery, Bill? How could you possible know that Firebird’s death wouldn’t lead to a temporal anomaly? How could you know Fire and Ice’s deaths wouldn’t lead to changes in the time lines? How do you know that Zatanna’s death tonight, largely due to the actions and decisions of a 21^st Century superhero, hasn’t changed history and affected your society? It’s possible we got caught in a temporal shift without even knowing it occurred.”

“Some excellent points, Susan,” Bill Jennings replied softly with a pleasant smile on his face. “To be honest, I knew Firebird was going to win my lottery, because I read about it in Wanda’s book. Don’t bother asking, I haven’t read past that chapter as I want our unfolding adventures to be a surprise to me as well as you girls. Beyond that, well I’ve decided that if I see to it that you girls are treated fairly under our laws and ethically with respect to expected 41^st Century social norms, things should turn out the way they were meant to be. That’s why you can be reasonably sure that I won’t declit you, except under the conditions I mentioned earlier, Mrs. Richards. Oh, that promise doesn’t apply to Wanda, Susan. Make sure you tell her about my theories regarding the probabilities of getting clitorises regenerated. I want to see if I can finally shake that uncanny confidence she always exudes the next time I get a chance to fit a declitting tube over her love button!”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll have Wanda’s full attention should you do that, Bill Jennings,” Sue Richards admitted as she giggled heartily. “However, you might want to wait for one of those exceptions you listed for me before you declit the Scarlet Witch yet again. Wanda might take it personally if she ends up permanently neutered after a second declitting by you…unless of course it was something that legally occurred under 41^st Century laws and would normally occur to any other girl under this society’s social norms. I’m sure you’ll have no trouble at least making it seem that those conditions applied.”

“No trouble at all, Mrs. Richards,” Bill Jennings chuckled back with a mischievous smile on his face. “Now, that’s enough about the Scarlet Witch. Tell me about yourself, your family, and your teammates. Let’s start with your family. Cheryl mentioned, your boy, Franklin. Do you plan on having other children, Susan?”

“Why, yes, Bill, Reed and I have been talking about trying for a girl,” Sue Richards replied with a smile on her face, happy to finally engage in a normal conversation. “If we get lucky with my next pregnancy, Reed wants to name her….”

“There’s Cheryl now!” Janet Van Dyne pointed out excitedly as she drug her attention away from the ongoing debreasting in booth 4. “That’s the longest time I’ve ever seen her spend in the Game room…except when we had her locked in a debreasting booth at the start of the evening, naturally.”

“Wow, look at her face,” Dinah Lance chirped softly as she watched the stunningly beautiful 41^st Century blonde heading towards the kitchen carrying a silver meat tray with two D-cup bacon lumps sitting nipples up on it, “she’s glowing with self-satisfaction. I wonder if she got to declit, Sue! Yes, that has to be it! I’ll bet there is a nice, freshly beheaded clit on that meat tray too!”

“Were that so, friend Dinah, surely friend Cheryl would join us to gloat about her joyful diminishing of friend Sue’s femininity and let us view the extracted treasure,” Princess Diana observed with a crooked grin on her face. “Yet it seems clear that friend Cheryl means to pass us by and go immediately to yon kitchen. However, as friend Cheryl does indeed exude the glow of satiation, one must surmise something pleasant has happened. Perhaps, instead, friend Cheryl has engaged in sex with our breastless Sue while friend Bill looked on.”

“Yeah, that would explain the glow, alright,” Oliver Queen dryly interjected. “With any luck, Bill’s in there declitting Sue now. If that happens, I vote we have another special exhibition and make Wanda part of the nullo collection!” Oliver chuckled at Wanda’s withering glare.

Cheryl Simmons quickly gave Alice instructions regarding the skinning of the severed D-cups and the dispensation of the breast bacon within them before walking back to the kitchen counter with the brass plate, engraving tool, and plastic heart in hand. “Split this and put the clitoris in one of those flat-sided preservation beads,” Cheryl instructed Tochi as she handed the Grade-A Japanese waitress the transparent plastic heart. “That’s the number 4 mold. When that’s done, discard the nipples, as they are stale by now if not inedible, and melt down what’s left of the plastic heart.”

Cheryl waited patiently for the transparent plastic bead to be made and then cool, before examining it to make sure the clitoris inside it was completely surrounded by plastic and there weren’t any air pockets before returning to the butcher station to watch Alice finish skinning the second D-cup. “Good job, Alice!” Cheryl chirped before adding. “While I take the skins and the rest of this memorabilia to the cooler, box the breast bacon in one of those insulated coolers while carefully letting the bacon lumps maintain their conical shapes. Then send for a delivery girl. I’ll be back with instructions momentarily.”

Cheryl hurried into the walk-in refrigeration room and carefully put the bead, brass plate, and breast skins into one of a half dozen lockable insulated containers, wrote ‘I.W.’ on a Final Fantasy business card, and locked the box closed. Then the blonde manager returned to the butcher station, wrote ‘From the Invisible Woman, Mr. President, with compliments from Bill Jennings’ on the back of another Final Fantasy business card which she stuck in a slot at the top of the insulated cooler.

Cheryl turned to the newly arrived delivery girl, handed her a small card with Bill Jennings signature on it, nodded to the cooler box and commanded, “Deliver this box, unopened and with the card in place and unread to the ex-President at once! Show the pass to the taxi driver so that the firm can bill us, and then to the guard at the palace gate. If you follow my instructions to the letter, there will be three thousand credits transferred to your personal account. If you lose the box or the contents are damaged, the ex-president will see that your number comes up in the next Lottery. Is that clear?” Cheryl watched as the young, awestruck redhead gulped and then nodded, before commanding, “On your way then! The ex-President is expecting you!”

Cheryl nodded to the kitchen staff and then hurried away. The young manager couldn’t believe the intrigue that Final Fantasy had suddenly become the center of. She knew it was good for the nightclub’s survival, not to mention its profit margin, to do the ex-President’s bidding, but the need for constant secrecy and clandestine manipulation was getting on her nerves. She knew it must be even worse for Bill, and hoped her handsome boss could handle the pressure.

“Well, Cheryl,” Dinah chirped with obvious excitement as the sultry manager retook her seat, “did you get to watch sweet Sue get her clit stretched? Did she prove to be properly domesticated? Hopefully you made her prove it by forcing her to let you clip her sex life off!”

“Whatever you tourists do, do not bring up the fact that Bill was testing her to see if she was properly domesticated yet!” Cheryl replied sternly as she glanced around the table. “Sue will probably go ballistic if you use that word.” Cheryl then returned to her even professional tone and smiled as she acknowledged, “Yes, Dinah, sweet Sue proved she can cope with 41^st Century society as we both had our clitorises stretched out for the chop. Thankfully, from our point of view at least, Bill gave us a pass. We’re both still girls!” Cheryl braced herself for the barrage of questions that would follow this announcement. She knew she was going to have to describe the events in Bill Jennings’ office in great detail.

“…so the whole team is pretty much one big, mostly happy family, Bill,” Sue concluded with a smile on her face as she finished answering Bill Jennings’ multi-part question. “That’s about it, I guess.”

“Not quite, Susan,” Bill Jennings replied while wearing a crooked grin. “Tell me about your sexual relations within the Fantastic Four. I mean, Wanda and Janet have made it sound like life with the Avengers is one, long, intermittent orgy, and it sounds like the Justice League has plenty of the same going on based on what Zatanna, Dinah, and Oliver have said. Surely the Fantastic Four isn’t all that different, is it?” Bill chuckled as anger erupted on Sue’s face and then she forced the frowning glare into a perplexed smile.

“You wouldn’t get away with that question in the 21^st Century, Bill Jennings!” Sue hissed softly before replying in a calm easy voice, “However, the Fantastic Four is, evidently, quite different from the Avengers and Justice League when it comes to the more sordid side of sexual liaisons. Look, we have my husband, Reed, who is the nerd of all nerds and is only happy when he’s immersed in scientific research in his laboratory; I’m lucky if I can interest him in sex more than once a week, although he can be rather adventurous when we are finally alone. Then there’s Ben who’s mostly an ill-tempered jock upset with the loss of his human appearance; we’re lucky Alicia loves him and manages to calm him down so that he’s funny again. Finally there’s Johnny, still the hotheaded teenager at heart who is always pulling pranks and can only be counted on when we’re in the middle of a battle against evil; he’s had more girlfriends than any other man I know. That leaves me to play the role of the level-headed mother of the group. No, really Bill, there’s no wild FF orgies to tell about.”

“I believe you, Susan,” Bill acknowledged with a broad grin, before probing further with, “but I took a turn with you at the Club X orgy, remember. You seemed to adjust to the idea of multiple partners fairly quickly. Something tells me you’d rather not be the level-headed mother figure of the Fantastic Four. You’ve dreamed of a more adventurous relationship with your teammates, haven’t you, Invisible Woman.”

“Look, you’re really making me want to be able to become invisible right now, Bill,” Sue Richards replied in a quivering voice. “All right, I’ll tell you what you obviously want to hear…what you’re fishing for! I occasionally have fantasies about a fantastic foursome! Ben on the floor…me on top of him with his pebbly member in my vagina…Reed behind me filling my anus in all sorts of ways with his malleable and inflatable penis…and my brother Johnny with his hot young penis spewing semen down my throat. There you have it! My disgusting fantasy! Can we change the subject now?”

“Sure, Susan, and thank you for being honest with me,” Bill Jennings replied in a calm, friendly voice. “I hope you tell your teammates about your fantasy some day. You just might find yourself the lynchpin in that fantastic foursome. Now, let’s go back to the standard post-debreasting subjects. Tell me your ideas for new debreasting options, new intermission contests, and new execution methods for my lottery winners.”

“Okay, Bill, and I might have a surprise or two for you tonight,” Sue replied with a giggle, obviously happy to move the discussion away from sexual relationships. “First, let’s talk debreasting booth options. Despite the fact that I was playing with Serena…do file that contract her husband signed away, Bill, I just might change my mind…I found parts of the poke-and-part debreasting more fascinating than I expected. Specifically the spearing with the long, thin blade. I found having my breasts run through surprisingly erotic.”

“I think it would be interesting if a debreasting method was developed where your breasts were speared off,” Sue Richards continued with obvious excitement on her face. “The blades would be rotated around your bosom spearing through the breasts, alternating between the two breasts, from random points on the clock. The timing could be irregular as well, but the breasts would never be run through from the same point twice, so eventually each breast would be attached to your chest by one final randomly selected strip. Who knows where your boobies might flop as you wait for the final spear thrust. Yes, I know, I’m an intermittent damage freak!”

“I’ve some good news on that point, Sue,” Bill Jennings announced jubilantly. “My engineers have developed a way to simulate the debreasting pendulum blade in the debreasting booths, and have also developed pendulum blade debreasting guillotines for use in the dairy. You girls will probably have your breasts hanging out of lunettes rather than resting on the surface of the double breast-support boards at the end of your next day at my dairy. My engineers assure me that the elevation adjustment mechanisms built into the pendulum blade assemblies still guarantee you girls’ breasts will drop from your chests at exactly the same time. As I’ve gone to so much trouble to make the simultaneous pendulum blade debreastings of you superheroines happen, Sue, I want you girls to promise to show up for your dairy day appointment regardless of what is happening back in your own time zone…even if at the end of the night you decide you can’t rely on the Chula device quite as much as you thought you could. As for your newly proposed debreasting method, the spearing device you’ve suggested should also be a fantastic addition to the Final Fantasy repertoire, although for some of the run-through angles the blades are going to have to be long enough to spear both breasts at once. Next?”

“Great news about the pendulum blade options, Bill!” Sue Richards replied with zesty relish as she imagined herself being locked under the swinging blade. “I’m sure we won’t be troubled about getting lunettes rather than the double breast-support boards. It’s the nearly simultaneous plops that I think Janet was worried about! I personally guarantee Janet, Wanda, and I will show up…regardless of the level of faith we have in the tissue regenerator.”

“I have one last debreasting booth suggestion, Bill, and it’s a doozie!” Sue giggled with a grin on her pretty face. “Scrap the force field ring generator and laser slicer, and replace them with an automated declitting tube. Your 41^st Century girls deserve the chance to make the maximum possible clit candy donation if they elect to get themselves neutered. Just don’t expect me to give the new devices a trial run, given what you said about clitoral tissue regeneration.”

“I already have my engineers working on it, Susan,” Bill Jennings chuckled softly as he stared at the stunningly beautiful blonde before him. “You’re right about trying to let the sows make the best possible donations while they’re being neutered. Obviously, clit candy is almost as hard to come by as fillets! Intermission contests?”

“Now, I’m afraid I’m going to steal my intermission contests from the Club X ‘Truth or Dare’ session, Bill,” Sue admitted with a sultry grin on her face. “You could have the contestants strapped into a lineup of the candle-flames-on-nipples frames. When a sow in the frame complains about the flame on her nipples, she gets the candle flame on her clitoris, and the contest continues until only one sow has the flames on her nipples. You’re likely to end up with at least one girl with well-toasted nipples, and the other girls with various degrees of fire damage to their clitorises. You could also lock the contestants in frames and give them the climax aversion challenge Jeanette Simon got when we were at Club X. The penalties could vary in the order of climax.”

“Yes, yes, I like the second one, Susan,” Bill Jennings proclaimed gleefully, and then noticed Sue’s disappointment, before adding, “but the candle-flames-on-nipples contest is good one too. If the girls took too much damage, they might be encouraged to give up the damaged appendages in my debreasting booths. However, with the orgasm aversion contest, which fits well with this culture, you could make the first girl to drop out ride Jessica, give the second girl to climax a proper docking, and debreast the third girl to climax. The name of the game is making girls meat, after all! Now, I’d like you to suggest an execution method for my Lottery winners, which I know might not be easy for you to do.”

“Not as hard as you might think, Bill,” Sue admitted with a frown on her face. “We still use capital punishment in my country as well as many other countries around the world. I could suggest lethal injection, which seems to be considered the least cruel method of killing someone in my culture, but I realize putting someone asleep would make for pretty boring entertainment. The terror that would come with the bagging execution Oliver suggested would be much more of a spectacle! I’ll suggest something along the same lines. Build a gas chamber and place the sow about to be executed in it unfettered! You could use various types of gases to execute the sow in the chamber, but the safest method for the audience, and possibly the most sordidly entertaining method as well, would be to simply pump the air out of the chamber. The sow is going to be in abject terror as the chamber becomes a vacuum. You’d best make the walls of the chamber damage proof!”

“An excellent suggestion, Susan,” Bill Jennings announced with obvious sarcasm. “Should you win one of my nightly lotteries, I’ll have a vacuum chamber built and ready for your occupancy, just in case.”

“Now THAT’S what I love about you, Bill Jennings,” Sue giggled back with a grin on her face, “an eternally optimistic one-track mind! Shall we rejoin our tablemates? I’d hate to miss Oliver’s offer of free appetizers by lollygagging in here!”

“Not to worry, Susan!” Bill replied with an ear-to-ear grin. “The roasted waitresses won’t be taken to the kitchen until Cheryl sends for them. She’s not going to do that until you take your seat. She wants to snack on the appetizers too, especially my contribution. A bowl of clit candy which neither of you contributed to!” Bill Jennings roared with laughter as disconcertment flooded across the Invisible Woman’s face. “Off we go, Mrs. Richards, and do remember to put on your bottoms!”

“I’m fine!” Sue Richards declared with obvious embarrassment as both Janet and Wanda jumped to their feet and took turns hugging her as she reached the reserved table. “Sit down!”

“But you must be heartbroken!” Wanda pointed out as she hugged Sue yet again. “You were seconds away from winning the debreasting booth game contest. Getting your kill switch slapped then would have felt like a disaster to any of us.”

“It did, but after talking to Cheryl I realize that it was just a silly game, one which we tourists need to stop worrying about in the future,” Sue admitted softly with a crooked smile on her face as she finally took her seat. “I’m sure Cheryl told you that Bill nearly declitted both of us after I was freed, breastless, from the debreasting booth. Now THAT would have felt like a disaster!”

“Yes, friend Sue, friend Cheryl did describe thy perilous adventure in much detail,” Princess Diana chortled with a twisted grin on her face, as Cheryl blushed and made a show of sending Libby to the barbecue pits to check on the roasting waitresses. “Thou were most fortunate. ‘Tis most troubling to sit at this table lacking female sex organs. Still, thou would have been in good company, with Janet, Dinah, and I, and restored once the night is done.”

“Perhaps I would have been, Diana,” Sue replied softly with a frown on her face, “but Cheryl wouldn’t have.” Sue decided she wouldn’t tell the other girls about Bill’s theories regarding the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator and the odds of a successful clitoris restoration, and instead added, “I would have been heartbroken to see Cheryl’s dreams crushed. It DID put our silly debreasting booth competition, which I admit I had given a bit of thought to when I thought I was going to win, in perspective. Have you girls thought about how it will play out, once someone makes it through three debreasting stints whole? I didn’t think so! Oliver, what do you think would happen if Wanda and Janet were suddenly brought to the Justice League satellite to do a striptease for you because Dinah had won the game? Same question to you, Hank, if Dinah and I were the bet losers showing up at Avengers’ mansion.”

“Okay, I’ll bite,” Oliver Queen replied dryly. “Were one or both of you to do a strip tease before my teammates, you’d probably end up the being the center of an orgy. Even the more conservative heroes like Batman and Superman would join in, and most of the heroines would come up with strap-ons. I’d have advised Dinah to schedule you bet losers to dance separately on different nights, so that you each could get the full benefit of taking on my teammates, no holes barred!”

“I agree with that advice, Oliver,” Hank Pym proclaimed with a silly grin on his face. “I think that things would go pretty much the same way with the Avengers. Once a heroine is naked, you pretty much expect her to put out, right? Cap, at least, and probably others, would want to know why we were being entertained, and the debreasting booth contest would come out into the open. Given that we have a debreasting guillotine available, I’m guessing that, once the orgy was over, you’d have to demonstrate how you’d lost your bet, Sue. You’d be debreasted for my team’s entertainment, and Dinah probably debreasted and then declitted a second time. What can I say? The Avengers are a show me team!”

“Well, are you girls up for that?” Sue asked softly with a quirky smile on her face, feeling somewhat vindicated for her fantasy in the debreasting booth. “Or do we call off our contest to see who can manage to go home whole?”

“Let’s keep the contest, and ship a debreasting guillotine and declitting tube to the Justice League satellite,” Janet Van Dyne replied with a mischievous grin on her face. “That way, they can have the losers demonstrate the cause of that losing too…after the strip tease and orgy!”

“The contest forces us to at least try to not get debreasted, Sue, which I think is a good thing for most of us girls,” Wanda Maximoff added while shaking her head at her crazy teammate. “I’m not sure I agree about sending debreasting guillotines and declitting tubes to the Justice League, but if we were to do so, it would be only fair to send such equipment to the Baxter Building as well. Do you think we should abandon the contest, Sue?”

“Don’t send those insidious devices to my home, girls!” Sue sternly warned. “I’m raising a family, remember. I guess we should keep the contest, but let’s not talk about it until someone actually wins. If that turns out to be me, then you’ll do your striptease at the Wizard’s Lair, Wanda. You’re orgy with my guys will no doubt end up on the worldwide web. You can send the appendage and organ extraction equipment there, although I might settle for using a breast ripper on you after the boys have spread-eagled you on a belting post at orgy’s end. Now, let’s move on. Here come the whole roasters with Hank and Oliver’s fresh fillets just ready for carving. I’ll never get used to my reaction to that smell. Pass the menu and let’s decide what to order for ourselves, girls!”

“Yeah, before tonight, I never would have dreamed my mouth would be watering at the smell of roasted girls,” Dinah chirped softly as she handed the food menu to Sue. “I know we consumed a lot of breast bacon sandwiches, but I’m still famished. I guess getting nullified burns a lot of calories!”

“‘Twould be wise to order some of everything, friend Susan,” Princess Diana interjected with a smirk on her face. “Oliver has sufficient unspent credits, and the chance to sample the fine delicacies offered at friend Bill’s fine establishment may not come again for some of us. Besides, I am also famished, and in need of food to soak up alcohol. In truth, I be more than half drunk. Might we have more heroine milk to go with our meal instead of Lactic Blasters, friend Bill? Perhaps, Invisible Woman milk, as it would be most unseemly for the Wasp to have her husband partake in hers.”

Bill Jennings burst into laughter before chortling, “Yes I think we can manage that, Princess. However, I’m afraid we’ll have to settle for only two liters of Mrs. Richards’ milk. That’s half of what’s left of my supply, as the ex-President insisted that I send him three liters for his own enjoyment. I tell you what! I’ll have two liters of Zatanna’s milk brought to the table as well. Do note how generous I’m being there! My supply of Zatanna’s milk will never be replenished, unlike Wanda, Sue, and Janet’s…unless, of course, Hank’s miracle machine packs up and stops working when you girls get home tonight. Now, what else are you going to order, Susan?”

“Well, girls, I think we should go with two areola pizzas, at 400 credits each, and two bowls of nipple hors d’oeuvres, at 900 credits each,” Sue Richards suggested with an impish grin on her face. “That leaves just 400 credits left over, which we can use to get another pizza if we are still hungry. What do you think?”

“I think we should order a labia salad as well, Sue,” Dinah chirped back softly with a quirky grin on her face. “I’m not big on pizza. I work hard to maintain this figure!”

“There’s no labia salad on the menu, Dinah,” Wanda interjected softly as she peered at Sue’s menu. It hadn’t occurred to the auburn-haired Avenger that Dinah might be being facetious. “However, we could spend the last of Oliver’s credits on two orders of barbecued short ribs…one each from Kaori and Colleen. There should be enough ribs for one each at least, but you’ll have to choose between Japanese and Irish food.”

“Great, I’m guessing labia salad will be on the menu from now on,” Cheryl grumbled softly with a sultry smile on her face, “if Bill’s engineers can design a clipper that will work on a sow’s inner labial lips while she’s stuck in the debreasting booth. Thanks, Dinah, for putting even more of me on the chopping block. I’ll get the food ordered, girls, but you’ll have to demolish the ribs yourselves. Bill and I don’t eat our waitresses…at least not on the premises. You still want to donate a bowl of clitoris hors d’oeuvres, boss?”

“Sure, Cheryl,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle as he winked at Sue, “I’m feeling generous even, if you and Sue weren’t when we were in the Game room and I was trying to get you to donate to the bowl. We’ve had a profitable night, so order the food regardless of what the tab shows as Oliver’s balance. Make it three pieces of clit candy for each girl and two for each of us guys. Don’t worry! You’ll get a chance to repay me for my generosity, Cheryl! If I fail to collect your meat at Club X, I’ll use you to test out the automated declitting tube Sue suggested I replace the debreasting booth force field rings with, and the labia extractor that Dinah has suggested as well. My engineers shouldn’t have any trouble at all coming up with that!”

“Sounds ice-hot to me, boss, although coming up with bandages for the inner vulva wounds might be tricky” Cheryl replied seemingly unconcerned while wearing a pleasant smile on her exquisite face. “I’m off to order the food and supervise the preparation of Hank and Oliver’s fillets. Don’t come up with any other suggestions for body parts that ought to be harvested in a debreasting booth while I’m gone, girls, or there won’t be much of me left to send to the conversion facility after my number comes up in the Lottery.”

“Bill, are you sure you want to spend that much money on us?” Wanda asked softly with a look of pleasant surprise on her face as Cheryl hurried towards the kitchen. “The menu shows each piece of clit candy as costing 900 credits, just barely less than a stock fillet. Even for you, 18,900 credits is a lot of money to spend on one meal!”

“I’m more than happy to donate the clit candy, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle. “I really enjoy spending time with you girls and listening to your unique takes on life in this society. Besides, you’ll get to pay me back, at least in part. As I told Sue in the Game room, you’ll not get another pass from me if I manage to get a declitting tube anywhere near the apex of your legs!”

“Oh, fun, Bill!” Janet Van Dyne spat with obvious glee. “I just hope I’m there to watch witchy getting declitted again, up close and personal like! Seriously, though…not that I wasn’t being extremely serious about wanting to watch Wanda getting neutered…how do you come up with what must be a substantial supply of severed clitorises? Most every declitting we’ve watched tonight led to either the clit candy being consumed on the spot by the bacon hunter, or sent to the kitchen counter to be turned into a necklace pendent.”

“Final Fantasy is open on dairy day mornings, Janet,” Bill Jennings replied matter-of-factly while smirking at a visibly squirming Wanda. “While some of my waitresses make extra money in the milk stalls, others earn extra pay operating the debreasting booths and serving drinks to a particular subset of my customers…breastless girls who aren’t allowed to enter the Game room during regular business hours. Those mornings, the declit-option is locked on. You’d be surprised at how many girls are willing to surrender their love buttons for one last pleasure beam treatment. This is especially true for girls who lost their breasts at Final Fantasy, and have had their numbers come up in the Lottery. I think it’s a way of withholding just a bit of themselves from the government conversion facilities!”

“Just think, M…damn it…Bill,” Dinah chirped gleefully as she had a sudden epiphany, “those girls probably wouldn’t mind withholding even more of themselves from the government meat marketers. On dairy days you could have both the declit AND delip options locked on!” Dinah grinned as her tablemates burst into laughter.

“You really are a salad girl, aren’t you, Dinah?” Bill Jennings asked rhetorically with a smirk on his face. “I don’t think the term ‘delip’ option is going to work. I think we’ll go with ‘circumcise’ option. The word will get around as to just what THAT entails, and I do think you’re right about the dairy day sows not minding donating just a little more of themselves in exchange for a final orgasm. It might even catch on with the breasted girls in the evenings. Hmmm, drink up folks! It looks like Cheryl is sending Libby to clear away the Lactic Blaster glasses.”

“Are you going to be tipsy enough to not be bothered about having to pay Hank his doctor’s fee, when we get home tonight, Sue?” Wanda Maximoff asked with obvious concern as she watched Sue take long pull from her nearly full glass of Lactic Blasted. “You can finish my glass as well. I want to pilot again on our way home.”

“I’ll be bothered about cheating on my husband no matter how drunk I am, Wanda,” Sue Richards replied with a twisted frown on her face. “That won’t stop me from giving fellatio my complete attention after Hank has regenerated my breasts. I’ll make Hank ejaculate into my mouth just like the rest of you girls do. We all agreed to his terms, didn’t we? Cheers!” Sue held out her glass, waited while the rest of the girls clanked their glasses with hers and each others, and then joined them in emptying the last of their Lactic Blasters down their throats.

“Well at least you’ll likely have a lot less spunk to swallow, Sue,” Janet chided softly as she grinned at her husband as he stared hungrily a Libby’s exposed assets while she cleared the table. “Diana and Dinah will be giving Hank head before you do, while, this time, Wanda and I have to pay our doctor’s fees to Oliver at Hank’s request. Hmmm…now I’m thirsty again! What about you, Wanda?”

“Not so much so, you crazy loon, Janet,” Wanda replied with a giggle while grinning sheepishly at Bill Jennings. “Still, I’ll make sure Oliver goes home thoroughly pleased and not the least bit horny, just like Sue will do for Hank.” Wanda shook her head as a red-faced Libby hurried away with a full tray of glasses.

“Well your wrong about that, Wanda,” Dinah Lance spat with an impish grin on her face. “Oliver is never not horny! Don’t worry stud-o-mine! I’ll get right on the threesome with Mary Marvel the minute we get back to the satellite!”

“That’s what I love about you, sweet cheeks,” Oliver Queen replied dryly, “you’ve got your priorities straight! If Mary’s not in her room, make sure you sweet talk Diana, here!”

“Mayhap friend Dinah should begin her quest for a partner in thy ménage a trois with me forthwith, friend Oliver,” Princess Diana of Themyscira suggested calmly with an impassive look on her face. “‘Twould be unseemly for an Amazon Princess to accept that she was the second choice in thy offered tryst, ‘twould it not? Mayhap, after friend Dinah has made the query I will find the proposed liaison acceptable, and not break thy arms and legs for a perceived insult!”

“You’re right, Libby, these folks are having a rather nasty conversation for such a public venue,” Cheryl chided softly as she stepped off the dance floor and circled the table to stand between and behind Oliver and Hank. “Please, Diana, wait until you get home before breaking Oliver’s limbs…if that was the choice you were going to make. You wouldn’t want to set a bad example for the rest of our female patrons, would you? It wouldn’t do for us free rangers to see a male manhandled by another, presumed, free ranger.”

“Now, don’t you boys think that I don’t have your best interests in mind,” Cheryl stated, now in her friendly professional tone as she set a full glass of blue-tinged milk before each of the 21^st Century males. “You two get two sample a third cow’s milk while the rest of us pour glasses from the requested…vintages.” Cheryl then began helping Libby distribute one-liter pitchers around the rest of the table, while explaining, “The containers are labeled, Sue, just in case you don’t want to know what YOUR milk tastes like.”

Hank Pym glanced around the table as the blonde manager took her seat and noted that two of the pitchers had ‘Zatanna’ scribbled on them with some sort of erasable marker pen, and that the other two pitchers were similarly labeled ‘Invisible Woman’. Hank then burst into laughter as Oliver suddenly pointed to the scribbled word on the glass before him; the word was ‘Wasp’! “Gee, thanks, Cheryl!” Hank chortled joyfully. “My wife’s been milked quite a few times, twice while I was watching in helpless bondage, but this will be the first time I’ve gotten to drink HER blue milk! I don’t suppose you’ve ever been milked before, have you?” Hank then made a show of sipping from his glass and swishing the milk around like a wine connoisseur.

“Of course I have, Mr. Pym,” Cheryl replied softly with laughter in her eyes. “Mr. Jennings pays willing waitresses quite well for their milk! I did my first stint as a cow in the Final Fantasy dairy Wednesday morning, right before your wife and her friends got milked dry. I must say, I found it quite relaxing! I’m sorry, sir, if you are about to ask if you can taste my milk. I didn’t get my own personal container. My milk is likely still in the dairy fermenting along with the rest of the milk collected that day. I must admit, I’m a bit jealous that Wanda, Janet, Sue, and Zatanna’s milk got special treatment. Oh, good! Our food is on the way out.”

“Don’t you dare tell me my milk is sour, Henry Pym,” Janet Van Dyne giggled as her husband made a show of smelling the liquid. “That was by far the longest milking stint I’ve ever been put through. These people’s lactation-inducing drugs are frighteningly effective; I produced five liters of that stuff, if you can believe it. Zatanna managed just over six-and-a-half liters and Sue produced seven liters. Wanda, the queen milk cow, produced eleven liters! We should bring Princess Diana with us on our scheduled return visit to the Final Fantasy dairy, Wanda! I bet she can crush your lactating record!”

“Please don’t hurt her, Diana,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a giggle as Libby began distributing food around the table, beginning with Oliver and Hank. “Janet loses sight of good judgment when she gets jealous of her friends. Of course you are welcome to join us, if you’re up for the forced milking and the debreasting by pendulum blade that’s going to follow after we all run dry.” Wanda grinned as Diana shook her head while looking more than a bit disconcerted as she stared at the mens’ plates. “In that case, I guess we should make the same offer to Dinah?”

“No, thanks!” Dinah replied rather too quickly as she stared in amazement at the vaguely heart-shaped piece of meat on Oliver’s plate, ignoring the asparagus and new potatoes that accompanied it. “WOW! It still looks exactly like a well-oiled and tanned pussy and surrounding crotch…right down to the pubic mound, swollen clit, and moist labial lips. I’m never going to use the phrase ‘eat my pussy’ ever again!”

Janet Van Dyne laughed at Dinah’s bad joke before quipping, “Rather crudely put but accurate, don’t you think high-pockets? Your fillet looks simply scrumptious! I bet the taste of the central part of the fillet, the labia and clitoris, are divine!”

“I’m sure you’re right, Janet,” Hank Pym replied with a silly grin on his face. “Now, stop staring at my food and dish up! Bill, we’re going to have to talk about the lactation-inducing drug later. As I biochemist I’m sure I’ll find the chemical formula fascinating. So, now that Diana and Dinah have turned you down, Wanda, who are you going to replace Zatanna with for this prearranged dairy stint you girls have been talking about?”

“Well, Hank, Janet had previously said that we should bring a girl with smaller breasts than herself with us,” Wanda Maximoff replied jovially while placing a riblet on the small empty plate before her. “And someone, I think it was Janet as well, suggested that we not tell the new girl about the simultaneous debreasting by pendulum blade that we’re all going to get at the end of the high school field trip class we’re helping Bill educate.”

“These are from Colleen, Sue,” Wanda said as she passed the plate of ribs to Sue, “as the plate is cleverly labeled ‘Irish short ribs’. Wanda paused, took a piece of pizza from another plate, and announced, “So I was thinking we’d take Tandy Bowen with us.”

“Dagger?” Sue Richards spat with obvious surprise as she spooned several seasoned nipples onto her plate beside the riblet and her own pizza slice. “Why would you chose, Dagger?”

“Several reasons, Sue,” Wanda replied as she took the bowl of nipples from Sue and spooned a few onto her plate, before passing the bowl to Diana. “First, I can get her to agree to be breast milked. She owes me a favor…she blackmailed me into letting Tyrone Johnson rut with me one evening. She’d learned of some naughty pictures of me on the web back when I cared about bad publicity, and told me I had to have sex with Cloak or she’d tell Cap…Cap saw the images the next day, so I was pretty furious about being conned into having sex while Tandy took pictures of the two of us. Then Cap learned not only about the first set of naughty pictures, but saw the ones with me and Tyrone together, and still having a mid-20^th Century attitude about interracial sex, went ballistic. Yeah, Tandy owes me not just a favor, but a chance to make her pay for that!”

“Don’t blame it all on Tandy, Wanda,” Janet Van Dyne interjected as she took the small bowl of clitorises from Hank, “as you should have known better than to give into blackmail. Thanks, dearest! I get three, right?” Janet watched as Cheryl nodded, carefully scooped three nubs onto her plate, and passed it to Bill as she asked, “Both the clitoris hors d’oeuvres and the nipple hors d’oeuvres are raw, right?”

“Yes, Janet,” Bill Jennings replied with a chuckle, “they are both served chilled after being mixed with just a little olive oil and spices. We should all start by tasting one of the clit candies before we dig into our meal. You mentioned you had several reasons for choosing Dagger to be the fourth heroine in your party when you visit my dairy with my daughter’s class as the audience, Wanda. Please explain.”

“Reason two is her pretty B-cups, Bill,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a smirk on her face as she stared at her teammate and best friend. “We don’t want Janet to be the first girl to run dry again, do we? Finally, I decided to own the suggestion of letting the newbie get a surprise debreasting…which I won’t feel guilty for doing in Tandy’s case…payback remember…and which will be more easily achieved with Tandy. Dagger is a devout Catholic in the traditional sense, and thus doesn’t approve of birth control…one of the reasons she had to blackmail me into fulfilling Tyrone’s carnal needs! I won’t have to take her to Hank to get pregnancy protection drugs out of her system and thus arouse suspicion as to the fact that we’re not going to be in Kansas anymore. It will be interesting to see her reaction to being debreasted, and then taken flat-chested to a gynophagia restaurant.”

“Well I do hope you know this girl pretty well, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied sternly as he watched the bowl of clit candy get passed to Wanda. “If she misbehaves in my dairy or at Mike Simon’s restaurant, La Parisian Mademoiselle, she’ll be made meat, and I assume that goes beyond what you would call payback.”

“You got the last three morsels of clit candy, didn’t you, Wanda?” Bill asked softly as he watched the breastless Scarlet Witch indicate she understood his warning and then nod in affirmation to his question. “Good! Then let’s all take a taste of ambrosia!” Bill picked one of the little nubs off his plate and held it before his mouth as he waited for the rest of his tablemates to do the same. “Chew delicately and savor, folks,” Bill implored softly before popping the severed sex organ in his mouth. Bill chuckled as the sounds of satisfaction issued from around the table for several seconds before asking, “Now do you see why I was tempted to send your clit candy to the ex-President, Susan?”

“Yes, Bill, the clitoris hors d’oeuvres are delicious,” Sue replied with a giggle. “The taste reminds me of lobster, but sweeter. I’m sure my clitoris would have done much to earn favor for you from the ex-President….”

“You have no idea of just how grateful the man would have been, Mrs. Richards,” Bill Jennings chuckled with a wry grin on his face. “Hopefully, he never finds out just how close I was to procuring your clitoris for him, and makes do with enjoying your breast bacon.”

“Yes, well I hope he enjoys my breast meat as well, Bill,” Sue replied softly in a quivering voice. “I thank you for putting friendship ahead of political favors and letting me keep my sex life…Cheryl’s sex life as well…especially given the conversation we had in the Game room.”

“Don’t thank me, Sue, just count it as a lucky break on your part,” Bill replied softly with a scowl on his face. “For the life of me I don’t understand why I keep giving you tourists passes when it comes to collecting your meat. Speaking of meat, how do those fillets taste, boys?”

“Colleen tastes great, Bill!” Oliver replied in mid bite. “Her fillet reminds me of the tenderest veal I’ve ever tasted. It just melts in your mouth.”

“Kaori tastes scrumptious as well,” Hank Pym replied with a silly grin on his face and a full mouth. “Veal, as Oliver said, and, I must say, without the pork texture I expected from the girls’ descriptions of Zatanna’s tenderloin. I can taste just a touch of lobster, which, like Sue, came to mind when I chewed the clit candy. As the cut is rather complex for most meat dishes, I was wondering if there was any particular tradition with the way it’s consumed.”

“I’m not a fillet man, myself, Hank,” Bill replied with a grin on his face, “but most of my friends who consider themselves fillet connoisseurs, work around the edges, as your doing leaving the labia and, finally, the clitoris for last. That’s why my restaurant owner friend, Mike Simon, was so peeved at Janet for extirpating his wife’s clitoris during the docking part of Truth or Dare at Club X. Last I heard, he’s still trying to sell his ex-wife at La Parisian Mademoiselle. If Jeanette gets presented to us as potential dinner, Janet, you might want to consider snapping up the damaged fillet. Jeanette’s years of being on the rich diet of a papered girl will more than make up for the missing clitoris, and Mike might be grateful enough not to note that you still have yours…presuming you get lucky when you get home tonight.” Bill chuckled as Janet winced and then nodded.

“The areola pizza tastes great as well, Bill,” Janet Van Dyne mumbled softly with obvious disconcertment on her face. “I was wondering why I didn’t see any color in my sandwich meat. Let’s all try a nipple, girls. Obviously they are saved from the breast bacon as well.” Janet giggled as she popped a nipple in her mouth and chewed. “Hmmm, a little different, but pretty tasty!”

“Yeah,” Dinah chirped softly as she tore her eyes from Oliver’s fillet, “they have a rubbery texture like squid or octopus, but none of the fishy smell. You know I’m tempted to change my mind and save Dagger from getting milked. I wouldn’t mind eating one of those pussy steaks!” Dinah frowned as Oliver glared at her and spat, “I said I was tempted, not that I was going to! Besides, I wouldn’t want to spoil Wanda’s fun as she gets even with Miss Bowen. By the way, your milk is great, Sue! I’m glad you did a milking stint for Bill. I hope he paid you for it, like he did Cheryl.”

“It tastes like milk, Dinah,” Cheryl replied tersely. “Like my milk or any other girl’s milk!”

“We have a little sore point there, as you can tell, Dinah,” Sue said in a soft apologetic tone. “Bill paid us heroines 3,000 credits to let him milk us dry. He pays his waitresses by the hour. Gina, one of the girls who was briefly head waitress at Final Fantasy, said she sometimes earned 300 credits on dairy day. At least you’re getting paid the same rate as us the next time we show up at the dairy, Cheryl. You get a fresh fillet as well, when Bill takes us all with his daughter, Susie, to La Parisian Mademoiselle, and you won’t have to stand under the debreasting pendulum blades beforehand like we will!”

“Yes, Sue, there is something to be said for that, isn’t there?” Cheryl said softly with a grin on her face. “You are right in reminding me that you tourists are getting bribed to surrender your meat and not just providing milk. I do so hope this girl, Dagger, agrees to join you, seeing as my breasts are the backup plan for both the fourth milk stall and the fourth pendulum blade! Also, it will be interested to see how a 21^st Century girl reacts to seeing our society without any prior warning. Given the fact that she’ll be exposed to both partial and full conversions to meat as Bill lectures his daughter’s field trip class, Miss Bowen will probably be pretty stunned with what she has already witnessed by the time her B-cups are put under the pendulum blade. Is there anything else that you’d like her to see, Wanda…before you make her join you and your friends in getting debreasted?”

“No…not really…well actually, I do have one request!” Wanda Maximoff replied as her smile widened to an ear-to-ear grin. “If you guys do find yourselfs in a position where you have to give one of us cows to the one or more boys for intercourse, let it be Dagger! She’s Catholic remember, and won’t be getting morning after treatment from Hank, like Janet, Sue, and I will do if we need it. With any luck, Dagger will make the boy happy in a 41^st Century way! Furthermore, if I don’t need to get that morning after treatment, I plan to reward you very well in a most unexpected way, Bill. There will be something in it for you too, Cheryl.”

“Mysteriously tempting, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied with a smirk on his face, “although, in this society, asking for something like that will very often get you the opposite result from what you desire. However, in this case, I think I’ll do my best to see what prize you have for me, and go out of my way to find a sex partner for Dagger, maybe even myself. After all, a few days later I’ll get a chance to take a turn with both you and Cheryl at the Club X orgy!”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter at the disconcertment on both girls’ faces, before asking, “Will you settle the question, Hank, seeing as I’ve noticed you’ve emptied your first glass of milk plus two others, each from different cows…not to mention Wanda’s milk earlier? Which heroine makes the best cow, when it comes to taste, naturally?”

Hank Pym’s face was filled with the deer-in-headlights look as the three surviving heroine milk cows stared at him with obvious anticipation, before replying, “That’s what I call being put on the spot, Bill. I’m guessing all of them WANT to be the best tasting milk cow, and are going to be peeved if I don’t pick them. At the same time, I know Cheryl’s going to want me to say they all taste the same, which isn’t quite true, although they all taste great. If that’s the case, the politically correct answer would be to pick my wife’s milk. On the other hand, I could be wrong, and none of them want to be known for the quality of their milk, so whoever I pick is going to be pissed, and the politically correct answer would see me sleeping on the couch. Therefore, you are going to get the scientifically correct non-answer; based on sales of blue milk on the black market where I come from, Diana yields the most popular milk, followed by Wanda and Jennifer Walters, a.k.a. She-Hulk.”

“Nice going, old buddy,” Oliver Queen interjected sarcastically as the girls at the table stared at Hank with open mouths, “now you’ve got all three of the cows mad at you and Diana as well. Your scientifically correct non-answer just fingered the Princess and the Witch as being the most frequent victims of the Dr. Lactose type villains. The politically correct answer was Zatanna’s milk, you big dummy, because she’s not here to take offense either way she felt about it, and she’d get the sympathy vote from the other three. The truth is, in my humble opinion based on my own unique taste buds, Sue’s milk tastes the best. Wait until Doctor Doom hears that, Susan! The next dungeon or death trap he puts you in is sure to involve milkers!” Oliver grinned as Sue looked like she was going to faint while Bill Jennings roared with laughter.

Time passed slowly as the occupants of the reserved table savored their meals. Sue Richards was clearly troubled by the mention of Doctor Doom, which Bill Jennings seemed to be enjoying with great relish. These clearly antithetic attitudes tended to stifle conversation, although there were still plenty of guttural yum-yums being issued around the table to indicate the unanimous approval of the most unusual, at least from the time tourists’ perspective, dishes.

“All right!” Janet Van Dyne finally exclaimed to break the uncomfortable silence. “It looks like we’re finally going to get some debreasting booth action!” Janet nodded to a small breasted redhead sporting a pixie cut who had the owner of a pair of dark-skinned swooping C-cups moaning fearfully behind booth 2’s opaque window. “There’s no way the sow in the booth would be making that kind of fuss if she hadn’t been told she was about to get her balloons popped!”

“I’m certain your right, Janet,” Dinah Lance agreed excitedly as she set her now meatless riblet bone down and reached for her napkin. “I was afraid it was going to get boring around here, although I was thoroughly enjoying Kaori. Best darn rib I ever tasted! Oh, look! The boys are down to their last scrumptious looking bites of fillet, decorated, of course by sweet little buttons!”

“That we are, sweet cheeks,” Oliver Queen replied with a smirk on his face, “and even before I take that last bite I can tell you I’m damn glad I spitted Colleen. A fellow could get used to this tasty food! What do you think, Hank? Should we take charge of the keys to the…car…and become immigrants to this city? I’m sure after we’ve gradually thinned out our herd of breastless and mostly clitless tablemates by using them for similar repasts, we’ll be able to find new livestock to play with.”

“It IS very tempting….” Hank Pym began with a silly grin on his face.

“SLAPPED!” Janet Van Dyne hollered over her husband’s voice. “I wonder how she’s going to get those melanin-rich puppies knocked off?” Janet grinned as moans of sexual pleasure began issuing from debreasting booth 2.

“Hmmm…VERY tempting, Ollie!” Hank Pym continued with a loud chuckle while he watched his wife bounce on her chair and forked the last of Kaori’s fillet into his mouth. Hank grinned in culinary delight and continued with, “But, while I’m also glad we spitted those waitresses, I would prefer to not find myself getting comfortable with stealing a girl’s meat at the price of her life. No offense intended, Bill. No, Ollie, I’ll remain the tourist, and hopefully pop back to this…city…every once in a while to bask in the thrilling entertainment and culinary masterpieces.”

“Yon sow in debreasting booth 2 doth strangely seem to be fraught with unusual trepidation for one whose fate has already been sealed,” Princess Diana observed dispassionately as she popped her last nub of clit candy into her mouth. “You can hear much fear in her moans! ‘Twas a fine repast, friends Cheryl and Bill, which I too could wish to be a common event, were it not for one small thing. Were I to stay in this…city, as friend Oliver suggests, I would be the livestock trying to avoid becoming a meal.”

“Yes, you would…we would, Diana,” Wanda Maximoff acknowledged softly with a faraway look on her face. “While I’m in no hurry to find out, I MIGHT find I’m okay with the prospect of being livestock…as long as I was treated well and fairly before becoming part of the food chain.”

“Yeah, who cares about what happens to their body after you’re dead, right, Wanda?” Janet Van Dyne chided as she grinned wickedly. “Of course, waiting to get the chop but never knowing when it will come would kind of blow, wouldn’t it? Actually the sow in booth 2 is kind of acting like someone who knows disaster is on its way, but doesn’t quite know when it’s going to arrive!”

“You know, girls, life in our society isn’t that frightful,” Cheryl interjected in a calm, level voice. “You know your number is going to come up in the Lottery sooner or later…if you can’t get yourself papered…so you live your life one day at a time. We girls do try not to end up on the menu for the most part, but if you end up a finalist in a meat lottery or standing before a male with your sex life stretched out and readied for the clipping, you just accept what comes and make the most of it. Oh, it has its scary moments, and you find yourself trembling with apprehension like the sow in booth 2 is doing, but I doubt our scary moments would be a big deal to girls in your line of work. Umm, speaking of the sow in booth 2, from the way things have unfolded, I’m thinking she chose the poke-and-part debreasting option. She’s trying, rather poorly, to come to grips with waiting for the abrupt poke to be randomly initiated. Miss Sue will get to see what would have happened to her if Miss Serena hadn’t let her timer run down!”

“That should be interesting, shouldn’t it, Sue?” Wanda asked softly with concern in her voice. “Are you still heartbroken over the last second disappointment of finally being debreasted so close to winning our contest and going home whole? You’ve been awfully quiet since returning from the Game room.”

“I’m fine, Wanda,” Sue Richards replied in a soft quivering voice, before averting her eyes from Wanda’s stare. “I’m just tired…exhausted, actually. Getting forced climaxed over an orgasmatron emitter four times in one night takes a lot out of a girl! To be honest, I came closer to being tamed tonight than any superheroine deserves.” Sue popped her last clit candy in her mouth and chewed, before smiling and exclaiming, “I almost wish Bill HAD sent my clitoris to this ex-President friend of his. I’m now quite certain the man would have found my tiny organ to be scrumptious! As an added bonus, if I got unlucky with Hank’s miracle machine after we got home, I’d no longer have to worry about getting tamed!”

“I still don’t get this term, ‘tamed’, Miss Sue,” Cheryl chirped softly while wearing a crooked smile, “but I’m sure glad you kept your head and didn’t mention THAT wish to Mr. Jennings. He’d have declitted you without hesitation, and then me too just to make sure you couldn’t call him a liar!”

“Getting sexually tamed is about the same as getting domesticated with respect to your role as livestock in this society, Cheryl,” Hank Pym chuckled softly with a quirky grin on his face. “The longer a heroine is forced to accept sexual abuse, the more she begins to accept forced sex as part of her life, until eventually she begins to crave it. There was a mid-20^th Century superheroine called ‘Liberty Belle’ who got captured by the mob. After three months of gang banging her on a nightly basis, the mob boss had her sent to a brothel where she rapidly became known to the brothel’s patrons as a whore who would perform most every sexual act quite enthusiastically. Two months later, when her teammates, the All-Star Squadron, finally found her, she was still doing tricks despite the fact that the mob no longer guarded her. Liberty Belle had chosen uncompensated whoring over easy escape, because she had been sexually tamed!”

“OH!” Janet Van Dyne gasped loudly as the dark-skinned breasts hanging out of booth 2’s portals were suddenly spiked; run through by a thin narrow blade from under the sows drapes through the apexes of her breasts. “That’s got to hurt! The sow howled once, but now she’s climaxing nicely. You’ve just GOT to give the poke-and-part a try, Wanda!”

“Exactly, Hank old buddy,” Oliver Queen concurred heartily with a smirk on his face as he stared at Janet in disbelief. “That’s a good example of a superheroine who got herself tamed. I’ve also heard if some superheroines that got themselves tamed by orgasm-inducing ray beams. At first they found the idea of the beams forcing climaxes from themselves troubling. Eventually, they grew to WANT the forced climaxes so badly that they became willing to trade their tits for the pleasure beam treatments. Then they got so used to being de-titted that they began craving the de-titting…craving the de-titting so badly that the pleasure-beam treatments were no longer the priority. These superheroines, once role models in their society, began craving the amputation of their body parts so badly that they began allowing themselves to be declitted. Soon the de-titting and declitting led to total amputations as they let themselves get hanged, or spitted, or beheaded. Do you know of any superheroines that match THAT description, Janet?”

“Nope!” Janet Van Dyne replied with a wicked grin on her face over Bill Jennings roaring laughter. “But I do know of some adventurous girls who went to this rather unique nightclub with the specific intent to find out what it feels like to get debreasted, and found out that getting oneself debreasted is a real hoot! The fact that there were these wonderful orgasmatron emitters, the wonderfulness of which is supported by the sighs of climax now coming from debreasting booth 2, that were activated during the debreastings was an unexpected but much welcome bonus.”

“Good grief!” Janet exclaimed as she stared with fascination at the swooping C-cups, temporarily, hanging out of booth 2’s debreasting portals. “Those parting half-blades are making good progress through those C-cups! My, my, that does look fun!”

“Now, where was I?” Janet asked facetiously as she continued to watch the sliding split-blades making short work of the dark-skinned breast balloons while the sow in the booth gasped, moaned, groaned, and sighed in seemingly alternating fits of agony or ecstasy. “Oh, yes! Any clits that got extirpated from those adventurous girls vulvas were, mostly, snipped off against their will. As for the full conversions to meat, three of the four heroines to suffer that fate had the bad luck of losing lotteries that demanded their deaths, while the fourth was involuntarily made meat by a teammate on that dance floor over there!” Janet, having made her point just in time, jumped to her feet and hollered, “Popped! Another set bites the dust!”

Wanda Maximoff laughed at her spunky best friend, before holding up the near-empty bowl of nipple hors d’oeuvres and chortling, “Well with that happy note, does anyone want a chilled nipple. I’m afraid there’s only three left!”

“I’ll snag one!” Dinah quickly spat. “It might be my last chance to eat girl meat! Gee, I hope I don’t forget myself the next time I’m suckling someone after we get back home!”

“I also will take another, friend Wanda,” Princess Diana interjected with a hearty chuckle. “Speaking of home, ‘tis time we are away! The royal orbs of Themyscira doth ache to be restored!”

“Go ahead and snap up the last one, Hank,” Sue Richards urged with a nod to the bowl Wanda held out as she smiled apologetically at Bill Jennings. “While I hate to eat and run, if Diana hadn’t bluntly made her wishes known, I’d have started dropping hints about leaving. I really have been climaxed to exhaustion, and I still have fellatio to perform. As I promised in your office, Janet, Wanda, and I promise to report to your dairy in just under a month…regardless of circumstances in our own…in the country. Isn’t that right girls?” Sue smiled sheepishly as Janet and Wanda nodded their affirmations.

“YES!” Hank Pym spat gleefully with a silly grin on his face. “I’m looking forward to that, Sue…and Diana and Dinah. Before we leave, Bill, can I get a look at that lactation-inducing drug formula? I assume it is administered directly through injections into the breasts?”

“No, Hank!” Wanda protested in obvious panic. “It would be the nightmare of nightmares for all superheroines if Dr. Lactose got hold of that formula! At least Bill pays for the breast milkings!”

“Yes, Hank, the drug is injected,” Bill Jennings replied with a hearty chuckle. “However, I must agree with Miss Maximoff. There must be no spoilers that could change history as I know it. If an extended forced milking caused even one heroine to retire prematurely because she was forced to lactate longer than she could accept, my history might change. I like things the way they are now!”

“Thanks, Bill, for backing me up on that,” Wanda Maximoff declared, unintentionally, in her best bedroom voice. “Although I’m sorry that we have to leave, we WILL see you again in three-and-a-half weeks at the dairy. Until then, do remember to turn off the security cameras and alarms, as we discussed earlier, at around 11 p.m. a week from next Wednesday night.”

“No problem, Wanda,” Bill Jennings replied with a smile on his face as he glanced around the nightclub. “The crowd is beginning to thin out anyhow. It looks like I may make it through the night without having to pay another pension to a waitress or her father. Why don’t Cheryl and I walk you to the dairy where we can say our goodbyes in private?”

“There’s a good chance you’re right about the pensions, boss,” Cheryl chirped with obvious pride as she grinned jubilantly and she joined the rest of her tablemates at standing. “My inside girl at the local butcher just delivered a dozen stock fillets. You can make the announcement as soon as we’ve made our goodbyes and returned from the dairy. OH! And the ex-President sends his regards. He much appreciated munching on Princess Shada’s fillet earlier tonight during the banquet at the Presidential palace celebrating the royal conversion to meat. However, it seems he was even more grateful to you for sending him Miss Sue’s breasts. Sorry, but it is true, Miss Sue!” Cheryl chirped with a knowing look on her face as she followed Bill and the time tourists towards the door with the ‘barbecue pits’ sign on it.

“There is no need to be sorry, Cheryl,” Sue Richards replied softly with obvious embarrassment as the group moved out onto the patio and then stepped into the dairy and the girls doffed their clothes. “I’m sure the ex-President would have appreciated the breasts, regardless of who provided them.” Sue frowned momentarily in bewilderment as Cheryl’s visage was filled with guilt as the nightclub manager locked eyes with Bill Jennings, who, Sue noted, almost imperceptibly, shook his head as he smirked.

“Cheryl, I’ve been thinking about what you said in the Game room,” Sue announced softly in a friendly voice as the awkward moment passed and the group gathered in the center of the dairy before the empty milking stalls. “My husband and I are quite wealthy. On that Wednesday, a little over three weeks from now, when we join you and Bill once again in the dairy, I could bring you gemstones that could be used to secure a dowry….”

“No thanks, Miss Sue!” Cheryl interrupted sharply, while still managing to retain her pleasant tone. “I want the fairytale, but I have to win it on my own!”

“Fine, Cheryl,” Sue agreed with a smile on her lovely face, “I can respect that. How about we instead, if we girls get lucky during the foxhunt a week from next Thursday, bring you a nice warm sex toy to make your nights more pleasant? It won’t come with papers, but the stuffed dildo will still be a man…or the pertinent parts of one, if you catch my drift! It seems only fitting, considering all of the heroine trophies you are facilitating for Bill, doesn’t it?”

“That would be very naughty of you girls, Miss Sue,” Cheryl replied with a mischievous grin on her face, “and dangerous to either of us should such a toy be found in our possession. However, as I said, girls in my society live day to day, or night to night, making the best of each. I would be most pleased to accept your gift, Miss Sue, if you get lucky during the foxhunt, especially if it’s a really big one!”

“Did you get a look at Jason Carlson’s equipment, Cheryl, while he was spearing Aneece before giving her the shaft?” Wanda Maximoff asked with a wicked grin on her face. “I think we might just be able to meet your expectations if things go as planned.”

“You and your friends are a bad influence on my employees, Wanda Maximoff,” Bill Jennings declared with disapproval in his voice but obvious admiration on his face. “You girls be careful on that damned foxhunt Jason Carlson arranged and you foolishly agreed to participate in. I’ll be very angry with you, not to mention bitterly disappointed, if you get yourselves made meat! Especially you, Wanda! When the time comes, it better be, no, it’s going to be, Bill Jennings who makes the exotically gorgeous Scarlet Witch meat!”

“My, what a great friend you are, Bill,” Wanda Maximoff replied gleefully with laughter in her gold-flecked blue eyes. “I certainly wouldn’t want to disappoint you!” The Scarlet Witch smiled sultrily, before throwing her arms around the stocky nightclub owner and passionately kissing him on the lips. Then, as everyone stood staring at her with open mouths, Wanda shrugged her shoulders and grinned at Cheryl before hugging the stunningly beautiful 41^st Century girl, and then walking towards the securely locked storeroom door as she called back, “See you on dairy day Wednesday in three-and-a half weeks, and, Bill, don’t you dare make any plans for that week’s Thursday night!”

It was with great awkwardness that the rest of the time tourist said their goodbyes. Everyone was wondering just what the Scarlet Witch had planned in the, perhaps unlikely, event that she survived Jason Carlson’s foxhunt.

Chapter 42. Busted!

The journey in the time-ship back to the 21^st Century Avengers’ mansion, after the girls had put their bottoms back on, had gone smoothly under Wanda Maximoff’s piloting. The temporal transference as well as the subsequent elevator ride from the mansion’s third-floor Quinjet hanger bay to Hank’s sub-basement level one laboratory had been filled with discussion, first with Bill Jennings as the focus of the conversation, and then with the mysterious ex-President as the center of speculation.

The conversation had begun with Wanda’s grumbling that Bill seemed to have changed his attitude with respect to her friends and herself. The nightclub owner, in Wanda’s opinion, seemed to be less interested in learning about their lives in the 21^st Century, and more focused than ever on collecting the superheroines’ meat.

While Sue agreed with the second part of Wanda’s supposition, she attributed the increased single-mindedness to a suddenly amplified and calculated callousness on Bill’s part. Sue illustrated her point by reminding the time tourists of the way Bill had skillfully and cold-bloodedly manipulated Oliver into brutally executing Zatanna, when full conversion to meat hadn’t even been meant to be the lottery winners’ fates.

Janet had suggested that Bill’s apparent shift in behavior towards the girls might have been due to the presence of the 21^st Century heroes, and the nightclub owner’s desire to impress his historical idols with the opportunity for male dominance that the 41^st Century offered. The spunky heroine did admit, however, that, although she herself had requested that the declitting tube be used to carry out her neutering, foolishly seeking to double the length of clitoris she had surrendered during her first visit to Final Fantasy, Bill had seemed quite pleased with the prospect that he might have left the severed end of her clitoral shaft buried so deeply in its body cavity that her clitoris couldn’t be regenerated by the Avengers’ alien technology. The 41^st Century nightclub owner had, in fact, repeatedly teased her about the possibility that her neutering might be permanent.

Princess Diana confirmed Janet’s suspicion that Bill Jennings would be quite pleased with that sordid outcome. Diana explained that Bill had ordered Tyler Roberts, while she herself listened on from a few feet away, to excise her Amazonian clitoris to the fullest extent with the specific intent of ending her sex life for all eternity. Diana reminded her fellow time tourists that Bill had publically bragged that she would be forevermore known as ‘Diana, Princess of nullos’. Diana, however, didn’t think Bill’s harsh attitude was due to the presence of the 21^st Century heroes, but was certain that Bill was carrying out the devastating punishments at the behest of the ex-President.

The breastless Amazon then explained how Tyler Roberts had admitted to Bill that he had been ‘taken to the woodshed’ by the ex-President for his behavior towards Wanda and her friends at Club X, presumably referring to his attempt to dock Wanda’s nipples and clitoris, and also for his behavior during the heroines’ first visit to Final Fantasy, presumably referring to Tyler’s hanging of Wanda and Sue. To support her supposition, Diana noted that when Tyler had then marveled at Bill’s influence with officials in high offices, Bill had told Tyler that the influence was flowing in the opposite direction.

Dinah jumped in at that point and recounted Bill’s conversation with the ex-President on the communicator set as she was about to leave the Game room. Dinah explained that, while it was quite clear the call, during which Bill had addressed the ex-President as ‘Victor’, was initiated for the purpose of the influential man’s rubberstamping of Bill’s decision to execute Shada for attempting to waste Dinah’s breast bacon, the sanctioning had come only after some very mysterious inquiries into two of the time tourists’ party. First, Dinah revealed, Bill had told the ex-President that they, presumably the occupants of the reserved table, would soon ‘be tasting Zatanna’s meat’ as planned. Then, Dinah explained that she had heard Bill reply that ‘Richards hasn’t begun to guess’.

Sue, clearly stunned by Dinah’s revelation, announced that she was now certain that their temporal field trips to the 41^st Century had been discovered by the that time zone’s world government. Sue felt sure that the government was toying with the field trip participants, time traveling illegal aliens from the government’s viewpoint, by collecting their meat and milk in increments that the 41^st Century officials believed the time travelers would find acceptable. Sue reminded her companions that Bill had said that nearly half the milk she had produced during the heroines’ dairy stint had been sent to the ex-President for his enjoyment. Sue also noted that her own freshly harvested breast bacon had, this very evening, been sent to the mysterious man.

Finally, Sue Richards described how Bill, in the Game room, after he had made her ready to have her clitoris extirpated and had activated a portable orgasmatron emitter on the floor between her legs, had kept threatening that he was going to send the ‘Invisible Woman’s’ clit candy to the ex-President after the pleasure beams forced her to orgasm, while explaining in great detail how likely the climax gradually being forced upon her could well be her last. Finally, Sue announced in a quivering voice, “They know they’ve got time travelers visiting their time zone, they know who we are, and they are content with slowly and methodically adding us to their larder!”

“Yes, Sue,” Wanda admitted with a frown on her face as they finally entered Hank’s laboratory to find their costumes still stacked where they had left them at the start of the evening, “it seems very likely that the 41^st Century government has found us out. However, from what Diana said, you are right about the government being content to toy with us and harvest our meat in small increments. They want us to keep visiting their time zone, so I don’t think there is any great danger of our being arrested and sent to a government conversion facility to be made fully meat. Whoever is handling our case is comfortable that their metahuman power suppression field has made us helpless girls, and were aware that Zatanna’s magic made her one of the few superheroines the field wouldn’t effect. That’s why Bill had a ball-gag ready for her when she won his nightly lottery. Bill may even have rigged the lottery in Zatanna’s case, but I don’t think he was the one that outed us.”

“Metahuman power suppression field or not, we are not helpless girls,” Wanda Maximoff pronounced forcefully and then urged, “so let’s move forward with our plans! They can steal our meat in small increments if they want! Good, heck, they are more than welcome to as many sets of MY breasts as they can handle! Isn’t that why we went to Final Fantasy in the first place? We’ll just keep regenerating the stolen appendages and organs while we have our fun and do our research. When we finally learn what we need to know, we will bring the current government down and force the one that replaces it to ensure fair treatment for all of humankind! However, to be honest, I see no way not to allow the continued practice of gynophagia. Even the females of the 41^st Century society are going to be unwilling to give up eating meat. Actually, I’m not sure I want them too! Are you still with me, Sue and Janet?”

“Good!” Wanda spat with obvious relief as her friends nodded. The Scarlet Witch smiled as she crowned herself with her costume’s double-pointed headdress while Princess Diana slipped on her Amazonian tiara. “Then let’s get those stolen sexy bits regenerated so that we can risk them all over again! Are you ready, Hank?”

“Yes, Wanda,” Hank Pym replied with a frown on his face, “I’ve got the Chula device warming up now in its storage box…although…I’m tempted to leave you breastless as payback for talking my wife into risking her life for girls that aren’t even born yet!” Then, the scientist-cum-superhero grinned wryly as he admitted, “However, as I’m sure Janet would have suggested the same course of action, if you hadn’t, I’ll make the most of it. I want all five of you to immediately dump your bikini bottoms and peel off those chest bandages, and, if you have them, lose the vulva patches. Keep your costume caps, Princess and Wanda; they’ll remind me of precisely who it is that is about to follow some pretty sordid instructions.”

Hank chuckled heartily at the obviously astonished heroines who were following his instructions with reddened, confusion-filled faces. “Ollie and I are going to have hard-ons while I regenerate body parts and then collect my doctor’s fees,” Hank finally explained with a silly grin on his face, “and you’re going to be nude and showing off those ugly chest wounds from which pretty breasts once protruded while you get us stiff. Janet, on your knees before Ollie and give him head! Wanda, tongue Mr. Queen’s anus while she does so! Diana and Sue, take your knees in front of me and take turns sucking my cock! Dinah, on your knees behind me! You look like you’ve given an anus a proper tongue bath more than a few times during your superheroine career!”

“Alright, Hank,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly with disgust on her face as she and Janet stepped towards Oliver Queen, “we’ll do as you ask…for exactly one minute, and not a second more! You get to blackmail us into giving you guys erections before you regenerate our stolen body parts, but you don’t get to ejaculate until you’ve done the doctoring. Please do as he asks, girls. Diana, I can see that you’re not happy. Do keep in mind that getting the boys erect now will shorten the post-regeneration fellatio.”

“Very well, Scarlet Witch,” Princess Diana gruffly replied as she assumed the ever formal air of Wonder Woman and stepped forward to join Sue in standing before Hank with the palms of her hands held over the ragged red wounds on her chest, “the Invisible Woman and I shall comply with thy wishes. However, thou and the Black Canary had best make THY depraved acts heard as the Wasp joins us in fellatio. I am pleased that thou and Black Canary have been given the truly disgusting tasks!”

“As I would have been had Hank assigned Wonder Woman and the winsome Wasp the humiliating act of self-debauchery,” the Scarlet Witch hissed back to the brazen Amazon in a quivering voice that was colored with contempt. “Stand side to side, boys, facing towards the front of the room so that everyone can at least partially see what everyone else is doing. That way Wonder Woman can be sure that the Black Canary and I are giving full attention to our sordid tasks as we degrade ourselves, and the Wasp can see the clock on the back wall. Sing out, Janet, exactly one minute from the second you hear me probing Oliver’s anus with my spearing tongue. Now, let’s all get this perversion behind us!”

As Wanda watched a frowning Wonder Woman push her mouth over Hank Pym’s plentiful manhood and Black Canary press her face into Ant-Man/Giant-Man/Goliath/Yellowjacket’s butt cheeks, and heard the Wasp begin slurping on the glans of Green Arrow’s massive phallus, she pushed her face firmly into the emerald archer’s butt crack as she used her hands to pry his butt cheeks outward. With her mouth open wide over the Justice Leaguer’s back door, the Scarlet Witch speared her tongue outward and pressed it firmly into the center of the Green Arrow’s rubbery sphincter, while flickering its tip around in a circular motion.

“Holy shit!” the Green Arrow gasped as he threw his head back and grinned in ecstasy. “That feels great, Witchie! Suck harder, Janet, and push your head farther forward. You can start the timer now, but I’m going to want to have spent at least half of the minute with my cock wedged in your esophagus! Hank, old buddy, when you come up with a good idea, it’s a real doozy!”

“Ohhh, YES!” Hank Pym moaned as he stared downward and watched Wonder Woman begin bobbing her head over his penis while he took in the sight of breastless chests with wicked wounds that reminded him of the fine entertainment he had enjoyed during a long, spectacle-filled evening. “Suck that cock, Wondie, and lick that asshole, Canary! Give me a ten count, and then push my dick over to the Invisible Woman, Princess. Oh, I do like the fact that you breastless girls and sexless nullos decided to switch to your crime-fighting monikers! Once you’ve each taken a couple of turns, I want you to alternate heads as you deep-throat me, and the Black Canary corkscrews her tongue up my shit hole! Yeah, Ollie, I come up with something really special every now and then. However, I don’t think it’s too hard to talk superheroines into depravity once they’ve had their moral fiber debilitated at the hands of a 41^st Century male, like that manipulative bastard, Bill Jennings!”

Wanda Maximoff grimaced and blushed as she heard Hank’s cruel words while watching a red-faced and teary eyed Sue Richards accept the offered, rapidly stiffening penis from Wonder Woman out of the corner of her eye. Meanwhile, Wanda began wriggling her tongue into the depths of Green Arrow’s anus, while she listened to Janet Van Dyne rapidly push her sucking mouth forward and backward on the moaning Justice Leaguer’s massive manhood.

Wanda wanted to berate the nerdy scientist-cum-superhero for his demeaning accusation, but she couldn’t! The crushing evidence was in Hank Pym’s favor. The proof was the putridly loathsome taste on her own tongue, as she licked Green Arrow’s asshole with unbecoming fervor, while she heard Janet Van Dyne finally begin her deep-throating. The young mutant could see in her periphery of her vision that Princess Diana and Sue Richards had also began taking turns pushing Hank’s manhood deep into their throats as they face-fucked him, and that Dinah was giving Janet’s husband’s sphincter her full attention. Yes, it was obvious! The Scarlet Witch and her superheroine friends had surrendered their honor without argument at the command of a male. Wanda and her friends had been thoroughly tamed, or more accurately, become accustomed to control by man. The Scarlet Witch and her fellow superheroines continued to prove this truth for the next two minutes as they zealously gagged while they pried sphincters open with fluttering tongues or wedged turgidly massive penises deep down thrusting throats!

“Time!” Janet Van Dyne finally called out with a mischievous grin on her face after letting Oliver Queen’s massive phallus slide out of her throat to bounce and twitch on its own accord, obviously on the edge of ejaculation. “Sorry, boys, but Wanda said you didn’t get to spurt before we girls get made whole again, and I was starting to taste Oliver’s pre-cum. If you don’t believe my taste buds, check out the sticky tear hanging from his one-eyed snake’s eyelet.”

“Thank god!” Sue Richards hissed with obvious relief as she pulled her mouth off Hank’s swollen manhood. “That minute seemed like an eternity, and I’m pretty sure Hank was on the verge of cumming as well. It would be just my crappy luck to have to choke down two loads of Hank’s semen tonight!”

It WAS over a minute, Sue…probably closer to three!” Wanda Maximoff grumbled petulantly. “I should have known Janet would intentionally allow the rest of us to debase ourselves for as long as possible. I should have put you in charge of the clock!”

“Alright, Hank, you and Oliver have spent enough time admiring the wounds on these chests that were earned while you boys watched us girls pony-up our breasts for your entertainment,” Wanda hissed grumpily before sternly demanding. “Get on with the organ and appendage regeneration! As usual, we’ll do it in order of debreasting. You’re up first, Janet! Then it will be Diana, followed by Dinah, myself, and finally you, Sue. Fortuitously, that will see the more troubling missing sexual centers restored as quickly as possible!”

As Janet stared expectantly at her husband, waiting for instructions, Wanda stepped over to the laboratory counter, pulled a small hand towel from a rack and soaked one end of it with water from the sink faucet in the center of the counter. The young mutant used the towel to wash her face clean of musty liquid, and then tossed the towel to Dinah, who did the same before dropping the towel on one of two chairs sitting against the laboratories left wall.

Meanwhile, Wanda had pulled a bottle of Scotch whiskey and a whisky glass from the test-tube and beaker cabinet above the sink, and filled the glass to the half-full level, before pouring half the glass’s liquid into her mouth, swishing, gargling, and finally swallowing the strong liquor. Wanda handed the glass to Dinah, who followed the Avenger’s example with the remaining liquid, before handing the empty glass back to Wanda, who then filled the glass and handed it to Sue. “Drink up, Sue!” Wanda urged with a sheepish smile on her face. “It will help numb any inhibitions that may begin to trouble you when it comes time for you to pay Hank his doctor’s fee for restoring your lovely D-cups.” Wanda grinned as Sue blushed badly before nodding.

“Okay, little one, if your friends are done helping themselves to my Glenlivet, you know the drill!” Hank declared sarcastically as he pulled the cone-shaped projector, attached to the end of a six-inch diameter, 1-foot long tube that was rounded at its rear end, out of a padded box on the floor beside his laboratory desk and pointed the forefinger of his left hand to the center of the right wall. “While I finish readying the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator for deployment, Janet, stand over there in front of the wall with your feet more than shoulder-width wide. We’ll get that little love button of yours restored right away, and then regenerate your perky ta tas!”

“Stop grumbling about Sue drinking your Scotch, high pockets,” Janet chided good naturedly as she stepped over to stand just in front of the center of the wall and assumed the position. “If we get our lovely Invisible Woman tipsy enough, she’s liable to give you really great head. Besides, I’ll buy you a case of Glenlivet on top of my friends performing fellatio on you while Wanda and I do the same for Oliver if you manage to restore all five of us to pristine condition. How’s this for a picture perfect pose?”

“Just great, wife-of-mine,” Hank chuckled softly as he knelt and pointed the small opening at the end of the cone towards Janet’s pelvis. “Speaking of pictures, I was thinking we should take a group shot of us all, with you girls in costumes, to commemorate the awesome, action-packed, emotionally explosive evening we shared together. If no one thinks it shabby or disrespectful, I was thinking we should put the stack of Zatanna’s costume on the floor in front of us as our secret memorial to her participation in our temporal escapade. Here we go!”

Janet Van Dyne grinned with excitement, and with more than a little relief, as she realized the restoration of her mutilated body was about to begin. She watched unblinkingly as Hank activated the device by pressing on a small touch pad on the tube’s right side, and saw the tiny glowing ‘fireflies’ buzz forward from the end of the cone to envelop the apex of her legs. The seconds passed slowly as Janet waited for the tickling sensation that accompanied the microscopic alien robots’ repair work and the tingling sensation that accompanied the recreation of body parts as tissue was regenerated. After ten seconds, Janet glanced up from the tiny ‘fireflies’ to shoot a questioning look at her husband—she had yet to feel either tingling or tickling!

Hank Pym’s silly grin slowly morphed into a frown as he saw Janet stare at him, and the confusion on her lovely face slowly become replaced with fear and dread. “Give it some time, little one!” Hank urged softly as a knot slowly began to form in his stomach. “It’s going to take longer this time. Remember the nanogene robots are going to have to reconstruct twice as much clitoral tissue this time.”

“I know that, you big lug!” Janet replied in a quivering voice as she began to panic. “The process took no more than 3 seconds last time, and I could feel tickling and tingling sensations, which I don’t feel now! I swear to God that if you’re pulling some stupid prank….”

“I’m not, Janet…I wouldn’t know how too even if I was as thick as you seem to think I am!” Hank Pym replied tersely with obvious distress as he saw the dreadful fear on his beloved wife’s face slowly grow to abject terror. “I’d tell you not to panic and let the alien machines figure this out…but I know how stupid THAT would sound…given the delicate situation at hand. There’s absolutely nothing to do until the ‘firefly’ effect dissipates as the squads of nanogene robots return to their storage chamber. We both have to wait…and try to avoid having strokes or heart attacks.”

Janet Van Dyne gritted her teeth and waited with her heart in her throat, while she watched the blood slowly drain from Hank’s face. She shivered and fought the urge to run away, shrieking in horror and dismay. She fought to gain control of the panic as she grew ashen and felt faint, fully aware that the fearful sobbing she could hear was coming from her own throat, and that the wetness on her face was from tears. Finally, after an eternity, the clouds of fireflies returned to the access port in the tip of the cone. Janet quaked in trepidation as she stood and awaited the pronouncement of a fate worse than death, as she watched her husband staring dumbfounded at a flashing translucent glow at the upper surface of the rounded rear end of the tube behind the cone-like projector.

Hank Pym stood shakily staring at the flashing panel for several seconds before shrugging his shoulders and stepping forward to wordlessly kneel before his crushed and mortified wife. He carefully set the alien machine on the floor and then gently opened the flower of his wife’s vulva to stare closely at its apex. Hank looked up, a broken man with tears in his blue eyes, and announced softly, “You were right, little one. The nanogene tissue regenerator didn’t repair the amputated organ…THIS time. I swear I won’t stop trying until we succeed, Janet!”

“Then, try again, Hank!” Janet implored desperately while feeling a level of despair she never thought it was possible for a human being to feel. “Use the tissue regenerator on my breasts first…not because I care…for if my clitoris is lost…never mind…restore my breasts so that we can see if the problem is with the Chula device…or due to how deeply the severed end of my clitoral shaft….”

“Easy, Janet!” Hank urged as he picked up the alien machine, stood, and stepped backwards. “Keep your mind from dwelling on that problem, while we do as you suggested and make sure the machine is working correctly. We will give the nanogene robots some practice at restoring human flesh. Maybe a little success will put the microscopic robots into a better mood, and they’ll work harder to find a pathway to the severed end of your clitoral shaft.”

“Jeese, Louise!” Dinah Lance whined in a barely audible voice as the four other heroines stood off to the side shivering as they stared at the weeping Wasp. Dinah didn’t seem to be aware that Oliver, who stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her, was fingering her chest wounds with a strange smirk on his face. “If that Chula device has broken down, as Mr. Jennings kept suggesting it might, we girls are all screwed. Tell me again…how it’s SUPPOSED to work, Wanda!”

“I don’t really have a clue, Dinah,” Wanda whispered back in a raspy, quivering voice as she stared at her bawling best friend with guilt on her face. “But I’ll try to repeat what I’ve heard Hank say several times now. Hank thinks that the tube, behind the projector cone, is filled with millions of tiny nanogene robots, and that the cone’s function is to direct the microscopic nanite robots toward the tissue that needs to be repaired. Hank theorizes that the nanogene robots, presumable acting as a collective artificial intelligence, somehow sample and map the DNA of the injured organic organism the cone has directed them to, and calculate what the genetic makeup of the damaged tissue would be if it were still there. Then Hank believes the nanogene robots somehow convert or transmute air molecules into the raw material needed to reconstruct any missing tissue, restoring the missing organs or appendages into genetically perfect condition.”

“So, my friends,” Princess Diana whispered with remarkable calmness, “it is a question of whether or not the alien device has ceased to function, in which case we all be breastless at the very least for the rest of our lives, and I am no longer fit to be heir apparent to the throne of Themyscira, or the tiny robots are finding trouble reaching the outer margins of damaged flesh in friend Janet’s clitoral cavity, while also having access to the raw materials, an atmosphere, needed for the transmutation of gas to flesh. Should the latter be the case, I, and possibly you as well, friend Dinah, will live out our lives as neutered girls. As I had even more clitoris extirpated from my vulva than friend Janet did, I will surely live out eternity without the joy of sexual climax!”

“You are not helping matters, girls!” Hank Pym hissed with bitter anger as he pointed the Chula device’s cone towards a quaking and bawling Janet Van Dyne’s ravaged chest. “It does no good at all to whisper prophecies of doom from a few feet away. Ignore them, Janet! I said I would fix this, and I will! Here goes everything!”

Janet Van Dyne watched through weeping eyes as Hank again touched the ‘on’ touchpad on the right side of the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator’s rear tube, and watched as the clouds of sparkling ‘fireflies’ flowed from the small hole at the tip of the forward projector cone to surround and swirl to-and-fro around her ravaged chest wounds. “It’s working, Hank!” Janet choked out between sobs. “It’s not broken! I can feel the tickling…as the microscopic robots…flitter around my chest tissue…and the tingling sensation…which I think comes…from the regenerating flesh! Oh, GOD! Thank God! There’s a chance!”

“YES!” Hank Pym roared as, twenty seconds later, the nanogene robots finished their work and returned to their storage container leaving perfect C-cups protruding from Janet Van Dyne’s chest. “The machine appears to be working perfectly!” Hank stepped forward and gently lifted and squeezed the Wasp’s newly regenerated moneymakers. “Please, honey, I’m not being cheesy by inspecting your breasts. I really do want to confirm what we are all joyfully seeing.” Hank leaned forward and took turns suckling each breast tip, before straightening up and pinching, one at a time, each turreted nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. “I know your entire focus is on your missing love button, little one, but I need you to tell me if your breasts feel as normal as they look and seem to be functioning.”

“They do, Hank,” Janet Van Dyne replied in a rasping voice. “Please! Try to regenerate my clitoris again! I need to know! Please dear…if I’m permanently neutered…. I know you…asked for me…to be…declitted…. Please…don’t…blame yourself! I chose…the decliting tube! I demanded…the maximum…extirpation!”

“Hush, little one,” Hank Pym replied with hope gradually growing on his face to join grim determination. “We know the Chula device is functioning normally, so we simply need to deduce the problem the nanogene robots are having with repairing your missing clitoris.” Hank knelt before Janet again and carefully inspected the apex of her vulva. “Okay, I can see an indentation where your clit used to be, but from a macroscopic perspective, the body cavity is not an open tunnel. Let’s try having you use your fingers to spread the tip of your vulva, to provide sideways tension to open the tunnel mouth.” Hank watched as Janet put a middle finger of each of her hands on either side of her clitoral hood and pulled them sideways, and then announced, “The cavity winked at me, Janet, so we’re on the right track. Keep the tension but reduce the inward pressure….GOOD! We’ll give this a try!”

Janet Van Dyne shivered in trepidation as she watched her husband stand, step back, kneel, and point the cone of the Chula device at the apex of her vulva. The winsome Wasp watched with grim foreboding as Hank again activated the device, and the cloud of fireflies’ flowed forward from the end of the cone to again envelop the apex of her legs. Mere seconds later, Janet moaned in despair and declared, “This is fucking hopeless! No tickling…no tingling! My clitoris is fucking toast!”

“I won’t listen to that kind of talk, Janet!” Hank Pym hissed with bitter desperation. “I’m going to restore your little love button. I’m going to make the other girls as good as new, and you’re all going to be so pleased with me that you’re going to eagerly drain Ollie and I of our semen by deep-throating us. Listen to my disgusting predictions, wife-of-mine, because we have to do something to pass the time until the nanogene robots return to their canister, and I can think of something else to try. Okay, here goes! You’ll be both furious with me and relieved at the same time, dear wife. Not only are you going to give the Green Arrow head and swallow gallons of his hot semen in a few minutes, my beloved Wasp, but when we later get to our bedroom, you are going to be so relieved that you’re a girl again that you won’t complain when I sodomize you for the first time…my first time with you, I mean…I mean…you already had anal sex with Bill, right? What do you think of that, little one? Tonight will be the beginning of a new chapter in our admittedly rocky marriage!”

“I think…you are…a horny bastard…Henry Pym!” Janet Van Dyne forced her reply as she fought off the urge just give up…roll over and die…accept the permanence of her own female castration. “But…I also think…you’re right! Find…a way…around this…and I won’t complain…ever…about…YOU…stretching…my anus…with your…huge cock! GOD! Did I just…say that in…pub…. Oh, SHIT! Not again! The damn bastard machines…they’re packing it in!”

“Calm down, Janet, and yes I’ll hold you to that declaration about not complaining about having anal sex with your husband,” Hank Pym urged softly and, at the time, facetiously, as he watched the sparkling clouds flow back into the Chula device by the way of the opening at the tip of the cone. “Okay…THINK, Henry Pym…there has to be a way to solve this. Diana is right! The solution to the problem is raw materials for the nanogene robots to use to make tissue. How do we get both nanites and air down the empty body cavity to the severed end of the clitoral shaft? THINK, Henry Pym!”

“Don’t give in to hopelessness, Diana and Dinah,” Sue Richards whispered softly as she tried to force a brave smile on her face as she looked at the two nullified Justice Leaguers. “Hank will find a way around Janet’s dilemma, but, even if he doesn’t, there are some reasons to believe you two might be in a better position than she is when it comes to access to the severed ends of your clitoral shafts. Bill Jennings said he’d given some thought to the way the Chula device works and the chances of getting one’s excised clitoris regenerated, when he had mine stretched out and ready to take the chop. Bill was teasing me because he thinks the clitoral cavity shrinks when it’s empty, after a clitoridectomy has been performed, and that shrinkage, or compressing of the body cavity tunnel, is permanent and diminishes the chance of a successful regeneration following subsequent declittings, possibly by as much as ten percent for each previous neutering. Naturally the size of the extirpated clitoris and the depth to which the severed end of the clitoral shaft is buried doesn’t go away as a factor, but this is the first declitting for both of you. By Bill’s theory, you’re are in better shape than Janet is…and I would have been…if Bill had decided to send the ex-President my clit candy as he was supposed to do!”

“Once again, Sue,” Hank Pym hissed with irritation, “you are not helping the situation here. Reassuring the other girls by identifying the obstacles Janet and I have to overcome to solve our conundrum is just rubbing salt into our wounds. Now, think, Doctor Henry Pym, Nobel laureate, how do we get both microscopic nanogene robots AND atmosphere to the severed end of Janet’s clitoral shaft?”

“Ummm, Hank?” Dinah Lance queried softly with a sheepish grin on her face. “Why don’t you shove one of these coffee stirrer thingies up Janet’s clit hole, before you activate the microscopic robot thingies?” The blonde Justice Leaguer held out a flattish, red and white, five-inch-long piece of plastic she had retrieved from the coffee table near the laboratory room’s entrance. “The way the plastic was rolled to form the stick, it’s got two open chambers running the length of the stirrer. I know that it would have been better if they’d made it more like a straw, with only one, larger, chamber, but at least it’s smaller in diameter than a clit is, so…mmph!”

A jubilant Hank Pym had stepped over to the chattering Dinah Lance to give her a brief put passionate kiss on her lips, before ripping the coffer stirrer from her fingers, and then stepping back over to Janet Van Dyne. As he knelt before his wife, after again setting the Chula device on the floor, he once again spread the flower of her vulva open with his left hand’s fingers while positioning the end of the plastic coffee stirrer over the mouth of the empty body cavity that had once been capped by a clitoral glans. “I’m sorry, little one, but this might hurt a bit. At the very least it’s going to feel like getting a catheter shoved up your urethra.”

“Just get on with it, Henry,” Janet Van Dyne spat with every emotion imaginable tugging at her soul. “If this works, Dinah, you can have lesbian sex with me any time you want. I won’t have any time to do any superheroining if…iiiggggggghhhhhhhhh! HaaAAANK! Heck…so…WEIRD!” The Wasp suddenly held her breath and watched tearfully as Hank Pym gently shoved and twisted the plastic stirrer into her empty clitoral cavity until it would no longer sink further into the tight, swollen orifice.

“Okay, I’m going to try one more time to be sure, but I think I’ve either reached the severed end of your clitoral shaft…or, possibly, but I doubt it, the point where the clitoris turns downward before splitting to form the crura,” Hank Pym announced with hope on his face. He pushed firmly on the shaft of the plastic stirrer one final time while Janet grimaced badly. “Well, that’s it then. How long was your extirpated clitoris, Janet?”

“More than an inch…maybe an inch-and-a-half,” Janet Van Dyne replied softly back in a quivering voice while wearing worry on her pretty face. “How much plastic…did you manage to jam up…my clitoral cavity, Hank?”

“Just barely over an inch, so I don’t think we quite got there,” Hank Pym replied softly with obvious disappointment. “We must be stuck where the cavity turns downward. Still, we can’t be expected to do all the work for the nanogene robots can we? Let’s give the little buggers another go, shall we, wife?” Hank leaned forward, scooped up the Chula device, and slid backward on the floor, while proclaiming, “I love you, my darling, with all my heart!”

The winsome Wasp watched quaking in terror and crying badly as Hank activated the Chula device yet again, and the cloud of fireflies’ flowed forward from the end of the cone to again envelop the apex of her legs and the protruding plastic stick. Mere seconds later, Janet chortled in astonishment, “I can feel tickling and tingling sensations…deep below my vulva! I think its….”

“Janet, listen to me right now!” Hank Pym commanded loudly with obvious desperation, “SLOWLY begin sliding the stirrer out of the cavity while twisting, rotating the stick shaft with your fingers. We don’t want the microscopic robots to rebuild your clitoris around the stirrer shaft, do we?”

“We certainly do NOT want THAT to happen, Henry Pym!” Janet Van Dyne spat pluckily back with a now hopeful look on her pretty face. A few seconds later, Janet joyously announced, “the tickling and tingling is continuing, even though the stick is almo…ITS OUT!” Two seconds later, Janet brought her eyes down to the apex of her vulva after watching the clouds of ‘fireflies’ disappear back into the cone-like projector. “OH! PLEASE GOD! Please let me be a girl, again!”

“Settle down, Janet!” Hank Pym replied with a chuckle as he slid forward on the floor, set the Chula device down, and again spread the upper portion of Janet’s vulva with the middle and forefinger of his left hand. “Now that’s a pretty sight!” Hank Pym announced with obvious jubilation. “A nice shiny blood-engorged clitoral glans. This might tickle, sweetheart, but I want to check out its sensitivity to touch.” Hank gently rubbed the tip of his right finger around the rim of the glans, immediately eliciting a giggle from Janet as she shivered with joy and relief. “It looks okay, and feels okay,” Hank paused in mid-sentence to lean forward and gently tongue the tiny organ while Janet moaned in joy and pleasure, “and it tastes okay too! I pronounce you healed, wife-of-mine. Now go over there and kneel in front of Ollie. You’ve got some fellatio to perform. However, don’t start on Ollie until I’ve healed Princess Diana. The Wasp and Wonder Woman can suck cocks at exactly the same time!”

“Speaking of Wonder Woman, slide on over here before the wall and assume the requisite position, Princess” Hank instructed as he glanced from a giggling Janet Van Dyne to a glowering Princess Diana. “We’ll give the nanogene robots a chance to regenerate your clitoris without aid of the plastic catheter the first time, Princess. However, Dinah, why don’t you fetch a clean stirrer stick just in case.”

Princess Diana watched Dinah push Oliver Queen’s probing fingers off of her chest wounds and hurry towards the coffee table, before stepping over to the position in front of the wall while threateningly instructing, “Thou shalt clear impure thoughts from thy mind, Henry Pym, and concentrate on restoring my stolen femininity. Thou shan’t have thy salacious doctor’s fee until then. NOW! Start with my chest wounds! I would have the royal orbs of Themyscira returned to me, forthwith!”

“Very well, Princess, we will begin by regenerating your massive ta tas,” Hank Pym chortled softly with a silly grin on his face. “Just remember that I need to give the restored appendages a thorough check up as soon as they’ve been regenerated. Perhaps the fact that I haven’t worked my magic on your love button yet will help you restrain yourself from breaking your doctor’s arms as he gives your new milk bags their first work out.”

“‘Twill not be arms for the breaking, Henry Pym, should I find fault in thy ethical behavior,” Wonder Woman observed dryly as she stared at Hank Pym with a bored look on her face. “Should thou leave me as displeased as I now be at the end of thy doctoring, it will be thy testicles for the breaking, in my hands utilizing the grip Wanda taught us heroines at eve’s beginning. Lest thou be eager for an early demonstration of said grip, I suggest thou unleash the microscopic robots, friend Henry!”

“Forthwith, Princess!” Hank Pym replied with a chuckle, tapped the ‘go’ touchpad on the side of the Chula machine’s tube, and watched the shape-morphing cloud of twinkling nanogene robot squadrons flow from the tip of the cone-like projector to mass before Princess Diana’s upper torso. Soon, the in the ‘firefly’ effect around the Wonder Woman’s chest formed an outwardly protruding double bump that grew outward and became more conical as the seconds passed. Thirty seconds after Hank had touched the go pad, the nanogenes robots had finished their work and the clouds of glittering ‘fireflies’ were flowing back into their storage container via the opening at the tip of the cone.

When the air had cleared, Hank Pym set the alien machine on the floor and stepped towards the mighty Amazon who was wearing an ever-widening smile as she peered downward. With a look of triumph on his face despite the ever present silly smile, Hank lifted Wonder Woman's new and perfect breasts to test their weight and firmness, one massive perfect-shaped DD-cup in the palm of each hand. Then he tweaked the huge-breasted heroine’s nipples to make them turret, before he quipped, “The royal orbs of Themyscira as you requested, Princess. They look as wondrous as ever, but I’ll have to suckle them to do a proper test, and make sure they don’t leak milk until they’ve been given the appropriate lactation-inducing injections.”

“Thou will do nothing of the sort, friend Hank, for ‘twould be a pity if thou be left to repair my precious clitoris with a scrotum full of testicle mush,” Wonder Woman replied matter-of-factly while glaring fiercely at the scientist-cum-superhero. “Get on with thy healing, Doctor Pym. Be done with it so that thou can enjoy inspecting the flower of my womanhood…briefly inspecting, friend Hank!”

“Very well, Wonder Woman,” Hank Pym chortled softly, “but with an attitude like that you can hardly blame me when I work as hard as I can to resist ejaculating for as long as I can when it’s time for you to pay my doctor’s fee. Still, a sore jaw is a fair trade for two massive breasts and a miraculous clitoris, isn’t it?” Done with his teasing, Hank stepped backward, knelt, picked up the Chula device, and pointed the tip of the cone towards the apex of Princess Diana’s legs. “Look, Diana, we’re going to give this a try using the normal procedure. However, given the length of the severed clitoris that is destined for Bill Jennings collection of superheroine trophy boards, it would be best if you went into this initial regeneration attempt with lowered expectations.”

“Aye, friend Hank,” Wonder Woman replied calmly and clearly, “‘tis only prudent to anticipate that thou shalt need to repeat the procedure used on friend Janet. Activate, NOW!”

Hank Pym tapped the touchpad on the right side of the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator’s rear tube, and watched as the cloud of glowing ‘fireflies’ left the tip of the forward cone-like projector to form an amorphous mass around the apex of Wonder Woman’s legs. Hank counted to five before announcing, “Okay, we’re obviously going to have to go to the Lance alternative clitoris repair method. Pass me the fresh coffee stirrer stick, would you. Nurse Lance.” Hank chuckled at Dinah’s giggle, which prompted Wonder Woman to clear her throat so both could see her glare of disgruntlement. Hank shrugged at Dinah and took the little plastic stick from her before turning and patiently waiting for the nanogene robots to give up on their current task. Many long seconds later, the cloud of glimmering lights returned to the Chula device, which Hank then set on the floor.

“I’m sorry, Princess, but you are just going to have to put up with my fingers on your privates for as long as they need to be there,” Hank Pym warned sternly as he stepped forward and knelt before Wonder Woman’s vulva. “The mouth of the empty clitoral cavity isn’t something that you’re likely to find by touch.”

“I understand, friend Henry,” Wonder Woman replied and then quickly crossed her hands behind her back. “I promise I will neither interfere nor complain as you get on with your delicate work. I have no wish to remain neutered for any longer than is necessary.”

“I can relate to that, Princess,” Hank Pym replied as he pried the apex of Wonder Woman’s vulva open, “having spent some time on a couch earlier this evening without the benefit of either testicles or a penis. Ah, there it is! I swear the mouth of your clitoral cavity was harder to find than Janet’s, even though it should be larger seeing as you’re the bigger girl. Now to slip the stirrer with its double row of tubes into the cavity’s mouth.” Hank grinned as Diana grunted and was grimacing when he glanced up. “Sorry, I’m afraid this will rather feel like a catheter getting slid up you urinary tract. Brace yourself, Wondie!” Slowly but steadily Hank gently shoved and twisted the plastic stirrer into Princess Diana’s empty clitoral cavity until it wouldn’t sink any further into the tight, swollen orifice.

“Wonder Woman, the stirrer seems to be in as far as it will go, as it was with Janet,” Hank declared in a quivering voice as he locked his blue eyes with Diana’s. “I’m pretty sure the stirrer tip hasn’t reached the severed end of your clitoral shaft, but has reached the point where the clitoris turns downward before splitting to form the crura,” Hank Pym announced with disappointment on his face. “The buried tip of the stirrer is only an inch-and-a-quarter, maybe an inch-and-a-half, deep into your body, Princess. How long was your extirpated clitoris?”

“Two inches, as thou doth very well know, friend Henry,” Princess Diana replied in a suddenly quivering voice. “Stand away, forthwith! I will try to press yon plastic stick further into my empty cavity.”

“Very well, Wonder Woman,” Hank Pym replied with a frown on his face as he stepped backward and knelt. He watched the Justice Leaguer bring her hands back to the front of her pelvis, and grasp the plastic stick between her thumb and middle finger. Just as the heroine was about to push inward, Hank urged, “Press CAREFULLY, Princess! The metahuman suppression field of the 41^st Century is history…your super strength is back! Don’t puncture the cavity or it will make matters worse, and, if the stick end HAS reached the point where the cavity curves, that could well happen. When you’re ready, I’ll put the nanogene robots to work again. If you don’t feel the tickling and tingling sensation Janet spoke of right away, try jiggling and rapidly pushing and pulling the stick in and out, to try to give the microscopic robots passage to the severed end of your clitoral shaft, and air in there with them to make the needed raw materials. Once you do feel the tickling and tingling, slowly but steadily withdraw the stick so that it doesn’t have newly regenerated clitoral tissue grown around it!”

“Understood, friend Hank,” Princess Diana replied with a look of concentration on her face as she slowly increased the pressure on the stick protruding below her clitoral hood. Slowly the look of concentration morphed into one of resignation, “‘Twould seem thou hast made a proper diagnosis, friend Hank. The obstruction truly must be a bend in the clitoral cavity itself. Still, we be an inch-and-a-quarter or more closer to the goal. Unleash thy microscopic robots, friend Hank, and join me in hoping for the best. Forthwith!”

Hank Pym nodded, again pointed the cone of the Chula device towards Wonder Woman’s vulva, and again tapped the activation button on the device’s rear tube. Again all eyes in the laboratory were on the cloud of ‘fireflies’ swarming around the apex of the Amazon’s lithe muscular legs. Hank watched as a frowning Princess desperately jiggled the end of the stick, and vibrating it in and out. Slowly desperation began to flow across the Amazons face, and then desperation became horror. Finally, as the swarms of glimmering nanogene repair robot squadrons returned to their storage compartment and the end of the compartment’s tube glowed in flashes, the look on Wonder Woman’s face was a rare one indeed, for it was a look of total defeat!

“There is still one thing left for me to try, Princess Diana,” Hank Pym urged softly trying to force the look of defeat on his own face to one of hope. “I can use a scalpel to open an incision into the top of your vulva and try to slice inward and then downward until I reach the severed end of your clitoris. Then, hopefully, the nanogene robots can repair my incision at the same time as regenerating your clitoris. Janet, or Wanda, whichever of you feels up to it, bring up a schematic of female sexual organs overlain by a schematic of the human circulatory system, focusing on just the pubic mound and vulva region. Dinah, while being careful not to contaminate the blade, hand me a scalpel from….”

“Enough, friend Henry, we are done here…with me at least,” Wonder Woman interjected firmly in a stern voice emanating unbelievable calmness colored with bitter disappointment. “Move on and heal, friend Dinah, and friends Wanda and Sue. Be not saddened for me, my good friends, nor feel the least sort of guilt in my regards. I did choose to wager my womanhood to spare Zatanna what pain I could. I would do so again, even knowing this outcome. I battled well, this night, but came up short. I am away to Themyscira and its healing mud pits, where I will pray to Hera to forgive me for my ill-becoming vanity, to Minerva for wisdom so that I can understand the mistakes that led to my neutering, and to Gaea for healing, despite my shortcomings. Brave hearts all, but especially you, friend Wanda. Should you bring down that metahuman power suppression field, one day in the 41^st Century’s future, you will find me, still neutered or not, with what Amazon sisters I have left to rally to the cause standing beside you as you lead female kind in revolution. To the revolution!” Wonder Woman hollered before storming out of the laboratory with tears flowing down her lovely face.

“Princess Diana!” Sue Richards, her own face covered with tears, called out after the retreating Amazon. “Your costume! Your Lasso of Truth! What about your clothes?”

“What about her CLOTHES?” Hank Pym interjected with astonishment on his face. “Wonder Woman! What about my doctor’s fee?”

“All right, she’s gone,” Oliver Queen observed dryly as he glanced at the occupants of the laboratory one at a time, “so get over it and get on with it! I’ll send her costume and magic lasso home to Themyscira, if that’s where she went, by trans-mat beam, when Dinah and I get back. You four girls, stop that bawling! You heard Wonder Women, none of this was your fault, and, as she told you at the nightclub, this wasn’t her first declitting, so don’t be surprised when you find out her magic mud bath worked better than Hank’s alien technology. As for you, Hank, old buddy, we’re never going to collect your doctor’s fee if you don’t get to work on Dinah here. If you stall any longer, I’ll have Janet face down on the floor and my cock up her ass!”

“Patience, Green Arrow, I’ll have Black Canary fixed up in a jiff, and then we’ll both get a little head for our efforts,” Hank Pym replied with a smirk on his face. “However, I wouldn’t advise you to sodomize my wife, whatever the case. That’s for me to do later tonight! In case you want to contest that privilege, might I remind you that we are no longer in a city with a metahuman power suppression field, and that I AM a metahuman currently using the moniker, Giant-Man, and you, while your one heck of a bow slinger….”

“Yeah, I get the picture, Hank,” Oliver Queen chuckled softly back with a grin on his face, “I’m a archer who left his bow and arrows on the JLA satellite! Dinah, get your pretty little ass over there against the wall and assume the position…before you have to use your Canary cry to protect your handsome boyfriend!”

“Gollie, Ollie,” Dinah chirped softly as she stepped towards the designated wall, “for a minute I thought you fellahs had forgotten about little ol’ me and my missing clit and tits. You want one of the girls to fetch another one of those stirring sticks, Hank, just in case?”

“No, I’m betting that won’t be necessary, Dinah,” Hank replied as he knelt on the floor in front of the Black Canary and pointed the cone of the Chula device at her vulva. “It wasn’t needed for the any of the rest of the girls around you when they got their first declittings, most of them via the force field ring generator and laser slicer like you did, and the three-quarter-inches of clit you gave up shouldn’t leave the severed end of your clitoral shaft buried too deeply in its body cavity. I do say, given Bill Jennings possibly astute theory regarding subsequent declittings, and the growing popularity of declitting tubes in both the 21^st and 41^st Century, I think I’ll have those schematics I talked about kept at the ready, and practice a few clitoral cavity incisions in simulation. No matter how careful you heroines are, I doubt any of you have had your last declitting. Here goes!”

The Black Canary saw Hank Pym tap the activation touch pad and watched in awe as the tiny cloud-like glowing ‘fireflies’ buzzed around the apex of her legs. Dinah giggled gleefully for the entire two seconds the effect lasted—she could feel the all important tickling and tingling sensations that told her that her precious clitoris, her all-important sex life, was being regenerated.

Henry Pym quickly set the Chula device on the floor, once the nanogene robots had returned to their storage chamber, and slid forward to kneel before the Black Canary. The Avenger peered closely at the apex of Dinah Lance’s legs, and then gently circled the little clitoral glans before him with his index finger, teasing it to swell with blood, before announcing, “You’ve got fine looking and perfectly healthy clitoris, Dinah. The doctor’s prescription is to get home, when we’re done here, and give it some exercise, with both boys and girls, separately or together. Now, let’s see about those ta tas of yours, Black Canary, and then my doctor’s fee. What’s your pleasure, Dinah, C-cups, D-cups, or something in between?

“HUH!” Dinah Lance spat in disbelief, not guessing Hank was having her on. “Shall we go with D-cups this time, Ollie? If you don’t like them, we can always get me detitted again and go back to the perky C-cups.”

“Yeah, we can always pop your new breast balloons, sweet cheeks,” Oliver Queen replied with a chuckle. “Now, don’t be so blonde, Dinah! While you’re likely going to need new brassieres, they’ll still be C-cup size. I’m guessing Hank might get you another half cup, riding higher and more firmly on your chest, but if your genes dictate C-cups, that’s what you get.”

“Okay,” Dinah chirped back as her face began to redden with embarrassment. “Do you really need to keep diddling me down there, Hank? You’re making me horny and I just might cum, and, well, with my tendency to spray….”

“If you girls plan on continuing to need parts regenerated, you had best get used to scientific procedures, Dinah,” Hank chuckled softly as he went with the bread-and-butter phrase he had kept at the ready. “I promise I’m not touching your sexy bits just to get my jollies—well not JUST to get my jollies, anyhow. However, I think I’ve teased you enough and we can get your perky ta tas back on your chest. Then you and Janet better be up for some first-class fellatio while I take a break from my hard work.”

“Don’t you know, Hank,” Dinah chirped softly back with a mischievous grin on her face as she straightened up and puffed out her chest, “Superheroines don’t know how to give anything less than first-class fellatio. They give you a blow job exam before they issue you the costume!”

“Do they now, Black Canary?” Hank asked with a laugh as he pointed the cone-shaped projector at Dinah’s chest. Hank again activated the tissue regenerator, resulting in the usual ‘firefly’ effect engulfing the blonde Justice Leaguer’s chest. Hank again set the Chula device on the floor, and then just short of twenty seconds later, when the nanogene robots had finished their work and had returned to their storage container, Hank stepped forward lifted Black Canary's new and perfect breasts to test their weight and firmness, one breast in the palm of each hand. Then Hank tweaked the perky C-cups’ nipples to make them hard, before he quipped, “Another nice set of perfect breasts riding high on a superheroine’s chest. These are very nice C-cups, Dinah, firm and perky just like you’d been born fully grown a minute ago. Are you ready to give me that blow job you bragged about…while Janet demonstrates her talented techniques on your boyfriend?”

“Heck yes, Hank,” Dinah chirped back as she continued to stare at her newly renewed breasts. “You deserve the best blow job possible for these here works of art. You up for a race, Janet!”

“You bet, Dinah!” Janet replied with a mischievous grin on her face as she took her knees in front of Oliver and unzipped his pants. “We wouldn’t want Sue and Wanda to get too bored while they’re waiting for new breasts…and their turn to perform the fellatio while you and I watch. Drink up, Sue. Oliver won’t last long! Now, drop the trousers, boys! Pun fully intended when I say, deep throating sucks when there’s a zipper in the way!”

“Over there besides Ollie, you handsome stud with a silly grin stuck on your face,” Dinah gleefully grinned at Hank Pym as she pulled him over to the center of the lab, while giggling badly as she watched Sue Richards drain a half-filled whiskey glass in one go. “Loser licks the winner’s pussy live on the Wizard’s Lair, Janet?”

“Sure, I’ll take that bet, Dinah,” Janet replied mischievously, “although we’ll have to find another venue. The Wizard doesn’t condone lesbianism.”

“To bad for the Wizard,” Dinah chirped back with a grin on her face. “Okay, the boys are in position with their trousers and undies around their ankles. Get us going, Wanda!”

“Right, Dinah,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a giggle, “but don’t fret the lesbian thing. I’ll set up a section in my own website hosted by The Wizard and let you put on that live show there. Three…two…one…GO!”

Both the Black Canary and the Wasp began their fellatio contest in the same way; taking the bulbous glans of the superheroes’ penises into their mouths and sucking on them like lollypops, eliciting grunts of appreciation from the males. A few seconds later, the two superheroines began using divergent techniques. Black Canary pulled her head off Giant-Man’s erect phallus and licked along the entire length of its underside before twisting her supple body around under his crotch and taking turns sucking on each testicle with her mouth. The Wasp, on the other hand pushed her head further forward, taking more and more of Green Arrow’s massive penis into her mouth until she gagged as the glans parted her tonsils.

“OHHHhhhh…DAMN!” Giant-Man groaned as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation emanating from his testicles. “That feels great, Dinah! I’d heard rumors about what a nasty girl you are, Black Canary, and now I can vouch for their truth. Just be careful not to use your teeth on my balls. I’m not up for getting castrated again!”

“Your little Wasp really knows her way around a cock, Hank!” Green Arrow declared dryly while grinning downward at the head bobbing over his manhood. “I’m guessing you’ll soon be hearing rumors about what a nasty girl she is as well. That’s it, Janet! Work your head forward. The sooner you start deep-throating me the better…if you’re really in a rush to drown in warm, sticky spunk!”

Janet Van Dyne moaned softly and pushed her head forward, gagging again as Green Arrow’s glans became wedged in the back of her throat. The Wasp knew that the emerald archer would do everything possible to resist climax and win cunnilingus for the Black Canary. The spunky Avenger wasn’t at all sure that her husband would try equally hard to see that she won the lesbian climax. The Wasp ignored the gag reflex and forced the spongy penis bulb into her esophagus.

Dinah Lance glanced at the look of intense concentration on the Wasp’s face and giggled. The Black Canary could tell that Janet was taking their contest very seriously. The blonde Justice Leaguer returned her mouth to Giant-Man’s phallus, and began giving her oral attentions her full concentration. The Black Canary desperately hoped that it would be HER vulva in the close-up shots of the Scarlet Witch’s promised webcast, and the Wasp’s tongue doing the licking before a worldwide audience. As she gently sucked, Dinah began bobbing her ponytailed head downwards and upwards over Giant-Man’s stiff shaft, and to lick her tongue along the turgid penis’s frenulum at the base of its glans at end of each backstroke.

The Wasp, having fully swallowed Green Arrow’s fleshy sword, began bouncing her face into the Justice Leaguer’s blonde pubic hair, while occasionally twisting her head around to add extra friction to the milking pouch her esophagus had become. Janet heard Hank grunt in response to the Black Canary’s efforts, always a sure sign of a pre-ejaculation glow beginning to envelope her husband’s gonads, and began to pick up the pace of her deep throating.

The Black Canary sensed the Green Arrow’s muscular frame begin to tense, and heard the pace of his breathing change as he began taking in air in sharp gasps and then slowly letting the air out between the gasps. Sensing that she might be falling behind in the race to make superheroes ejaculate, Dinah began furiously face fucking Giant-Man’s tumid member while gently squeezing his testicles in her hands. The Black Canary grinned around the swollen man meat as she heard Hank Pym begin to moan in pleasure.

The Wasp, also hearing her husband’s moans, knew that the fellatio contest was nearing its conclusion. Janet ceased her face bouncing, and used the trump card that she had been taught as a young debutante by her high-society friends. The Wasp pushed her lips into the emerald archer’s pubic hair, forcing the maximum length of shaft down her throat, and began furiously swallowing with Green Arrow’s massive member lodged in her esophagus.

“OOOHHHH MY FUCK!” The Green Arrow rasped as he began ejaculating. “GOD THAT FEELS…. OOOOHHH YES! Drink it down Waspy! Try not to drown!”

“Oh, yeah!” Giant-Man exclaimed as he began spurting semen into the Black Canary’s mouth. “I’m coming too! God, Ollie, your girlfriend gives great head!”

As the Wasp felt spurt after spurt of warm liquid enter her esophagus, she slowly slid her head back until the pulsing penis was ejaculating into her mouth. Janet grinned as she got her first taste of Green Arrow’s semen. The young heiress’s eyes widened as the spurts kept coming, filling her mouth to the point where she had to swallow the bleachy-tasting liquid to make room for more.

The Black Canary giggled gleefully around the ejaculating phallus in her mouth while she tickled Giant-Man’s testicles with her fingers. Dinah had lost the contest with the older, more experienced superheroine by mere seconds. The Black Canary patiently waited for Giant-Man’s penis’s pulsing to subside, before pulling her mouth off of the slowly shrinking member. Dinah made a point of opening her mouth wide so that both Hank and Oliver, and then Sue and Wanda as they stood off to one side, could see that it held a large quantity of whitish sticky ejaculate. Then the Black Canary made a show of swallowing the semen, before admitting, “Damn that was a blast! It looks like I’m licking pussy live on the worldwide web!”

The Wasp swallowed again to make room for Green Arrow’s weakening spurts. When the giant member finally stopped twitching, Janet Van Dyne carefully licked the member clean, before making one final swallow. The winsome Wasp grinned wickedly up at Green Arrow and chortled, “Oliver Queen, how can you feed me that much cum after all the sex you’ve had today? I would have thought those huge testicles of yours would have been running on empty? You must be a mutant, and your power is accelerated semen production!”

Janet turned to Dinah and smiled while she shrugged her shoulders, “Yeah, Dinah, if I make you pay up, the Black Canary will be licking my lower lips and nibbling on my brand new love button in full costume while the world is watching. However, it will be my naked vulva all those horny geeks will be staring at while they masturbate. Hmmm, it MIGHT be a while before I collect on THAT bet!”

“Suit yourself, Janet,” Dinah Lance replied with a mischievous grin on her face. “However, you should keep in mind that I’m told I’m damn good at pussy licking. You might come to believe that it would be worth the exposure to collect your winnings. Just let me know when, and we’ll have Wanda set the webcast up.”

“What say we let these two negotiate with each other in the bleachers, Hank?” Oliver Queen asked dryly as he pulled up his pants and nodded to the chairs against the laboratory’s left wall. “If you’d like to get back to work, I’ll amaze Janet again with my newly identified mutant power when I do my best to drown Witchy in semen. I’d like to move onto the next round. It’s getting very late, and I’m still hoping Dinah can hook up with Mary Marvel in the break room while Mary’s making her usual after-midnight ice cream raid.”

“I hear you, Ollie,” Hank Pym replied with a smirk on his face as he pulled up his trousers and then walked over to where the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator sat on the floor. “I know I’m up for more fellatio before buggering Janet after we go to bed. Don’t be surprised to find that I went easy on your girlfriend just now. I’ve got a crush on sweet Sue, so I’ve saved a really massive load for the Invisible Woman’s gullet. I’ll prove that momentarily! Scarlet Witch, it’s time for the field trip leader to get her massive ta tas back. You know the drill…move into position!”

“Right away, Hank,” Wanda Maximoff replied with a friendly smile on her face, “but first, while Dinah and Janet get into costumes for that photo you wanted, I better put away your Glenlivet. Sorry, Sue, but I think you’ve already taken enough of the edge off. We wouldn’t want you going home drunk as a skunk, would we now?”

Sue Richards eyed the bottle of Scotch whiskey one more time, before slowly nodding and handing Wanda the empty whiskey glass. “Yes, you’re right, of course, Wanda,” Sue said softly in a quivering voice. “Don’t worry. I’ll be able to handle paying for Hank’s services just fine. However, I can’t promise I won’t feel guilty about cheating on my husband. Sometimes it really blows to be sweet Sue!”

Wanda nodded and flashed a smile of encouragement to Sue as she put the bottle and glass back on the shelf she’d taken them from, and then hurried over to stand before the center of the right wall while Hank picked up the Chula device. “Okay, Hank, I’m ready for a new set of tender breasts,” Wanda proclaimed with a sheepish grin on her face. “With any luck, these girls will get to live for three weeks before they get milked dry at the Final Fantasy dairy and then pushed under a debreasting pendulum blade.”

“The Scarlet Witch getting milked dry, and then having her ta tas slowly whittled off one swinging slice at a time,” Hank Pym replied with his characteristic silly grin. “I’d like to be watching while that happened, Wanda,” Hank Pym added with a chuckle as he pointed the cone-like projector of the alien device at his teammate’s chest, tapped the ‘go’ touchpad on the side of the machine’s rear tube, and watched the cloud of twinkling ‘fireflies’ flow from the small opening at the tip of the healing machine to cover the Scarlet Witch’s chest.

Wanda Maximoff grinned with self-satisfaction as she felt the tickling and tingling sensation and watched the ‘firefies’ buzzing around the her upper torso gradually form growing bumps where breasts should be, with the shape of the bumps gradually growing and becoming distinctly cone shaped. Twenty-five seconds later, the nanogene robot squadrons had finished their work and the glittering clouds were flowing back into their storage container via the opening at the tip of the Chula device’s cone. “Ah, it’s nice to have curves again!” Wanda quipped gleefully. “My new D-cups are ready for your inspection, Hank.”

Hank Pym set the Chula device on the floor and grinned as he stepped forward to lift the Scarlet Witch’s new and perfect D-cup breasts to test their weight and firmness. Then Giant-Man tweaked the big-breasted Avenger’s nipples to make them hard, before stooping to suckle on the turgid nipples, one at a time. “Hmmm, I don’t taste milk, so these lovely ta tas are leak proof…until someone like Dr. Lactose hits you with the right drugs…yet again, Wanda. Okay, your massive breasts look and feel fine from my perspective, Scarlet Witch. Unless you have reason for extending my post-regeneration checkup, I suggest you take your knees before the Green Arrow so that when Sue’s ready to join you, you can pay Ollie my doctor’s fee.”

“No, Hank, they feel perfectly normal” Wanda replied as she gently pushed Henry Pym’s hands off of her breasts, “and I do TRY to avoid Dr. Lactose and that bastard, Arcade. You’re up, Sue! Brave heart! In ten minutes or so we’ll be back in costume for Hank’s memorabilia photo, and then we’ll get you back home to your family.”

“Thanks for worrying about me, Wanda,” Sue Richards acknowledged softly with a sheepish smile on her face as she moved towards the requisite position before the right wall while watching Wanda Maximoff take her knees before Oliver Queen in the center of the small laboratory. “Don’t get started with the fellatio before me. While I’m not willing to do the race bet like Dinah and Janet did, I would feel better if we performed the sordid acts together, pacing each other, if you will. I’m ready when you are, Hank.”

Giant-Man smiled as he bent and picked up the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator. Hank Pym was about to cap a fantastic evening with a fantasy coming true. The famous Invisible Woman was going to give him a blow job while his wife, the winsome Wasp, looked on. “I’m more than ready, Sue,” the master-of-all-sizes chortled gleefully as he pointed the tip of the cone at the front end of the alien device at two thrillingly wonderful chest wounds, “I’m positively eager!” Hank activated the alien device, causing the ‘firefly’ effect to appear before the blonde heroine’s chest.

Sue Richards watched with widened eyes as the glittering cloud massed against her heaving chest. Then, a little over twenty seconds later, the Invisible Woman smiled sheepishly as she watched the microscopic robot swarms disappear back into the miraculous Chula device, leaving perfect-shaped, pale-skinned D-cups riding high on her chest. Sue fidgeted nervously while she watched Hank Pym deactivate the alien machine and return it to its padded storage container. The Invisible Woman fought against the frown that struggled to form on her face as Giant-Man stepped towards her. Sue braced herself for the rather awkward mammary exam that would be followed by less-than-voluntary adultery on her part.

Giant-Man grinned jubilantly as he cupped the bottoms of the Invisible Woman’s tender breasts, one in each hand, before lifting the large D-cups to test their weight and firmness. Satisfied with the feel of the orbs, Hank began tweaking Sue’s nipples to make them hard, before lowering his head and suckling on the turgid nipples. A few seconds later, the Avenger paused in his suckling to quip, “Another successful breast regeneration on my part, Sue. Let me know when you want me to stop pleasuring your new breasts, and allow you to get on with your promised blow job, my lovely Invisible Woman.”

Sue Richards blushed and cooed softly as Giant-Man’s warm, wet mouth went back to work on her nipples, and she tried to work up the courage to perform an illicit sex act in payment for the miraculous restoration of her breasts. “It’s not a matter of wanting, Hank,” the Invisible Woman declared softly in a quivering voice as she realized stalling for time would accomplish nothing. “It’s a matter of living up to my agreement. Without your help with organ and appendage restoration, with getting the birth control chemicals out of our bloodstream, and with possibly having to let you give us post-intercourse pregnancy intervention, our visits to the 41^st Century would have to cease. If all we were returning to the future for was debreasting booth nightclub entertainment…. But it’s not just that anymore! We have to help those poor 41^st Century girls’…see to it that they get treated fairly and have a say in their roles in that time zone’s society. I’m ready, Hank! Stop suckling my nipples and go stand beside Oliver!”

Giant-Man chuckled at the grim determination that suddenly filled the Invisible Woman’s face as he pulled his lips off her erect right nipple and rose up to his full height. “Good, Sue,” Hank Pym replied in his most encouraging tone, “and you can count on my helping you girls’ in your 41^st Century endeavors, so long as you all continue to pay up with the post-regeneration blow jobs. Let’s get you started on your first payment, Invisible Woman!” Giant-Man chuckled again, as the blonde before him blushed badly and swallowed hard, before stepping quickly over to stand beside the Green Arrow.

“Gosh darn Wonder Woman for suddenly going formal with the noms de guerre!” Wanda Maximoff grumbled softly as she watched Sue Richards standing against the right wall with a deer-in-headlights look on her face. “I find it easier to perform semi-consensual sex in my civilian identity, and I’ll bet you do to, Sue. Come on over, sweet lady, and let’s put this behind us. In the meantime, boys, let’s have you drop the pants and undies around your ankles. Once Sue and I see those raging erections your clothes are ALMOST hiding, I think instinct will take over!”

The Invisible Woman nodded slightly and shrugged her shoulders. Sue knew the frequent use of her Fantastic Four designation WAS bothering her, but she also knew that Wanda Maximoff had no idea of how foreign the concept of having consensual sex with anyone except her nerdy husband, Reed, was for her. The Invisible Woman shook her head as she mustered all the resolve she could manage, and stepped quickly over to kneel before the mighty Avenger known as Giant-Man. “You’re right, Wanda,” Sue rasped softly as she tried to force a brave smile onto her pretty face, “these boys were hiding erections under their clothing, despite having been brought to climax by Dinah and Janet mere moments ago. Shall we see what they have left in their ejaculate tanks?”

“Yes, Sue, let’s do just that,” the Scarlet Witch replied with a giggle as she grinned upwards and locked her gold-flecked blue eyes with Green Arrow’s laughing green eyes. “Let’s just start out slow and easy until that instinct I was talking about takes over. They’re just warm fleshy lollipops, Sue, and you’ve been sucking on lollipops your whole life. Let’s give the lollipops before us a taste, Sue. I bet we find them to our liking!” Wanda glanced at Sue and nodded toward Giant-Man’s phallus just inches from the Invisible Woman’s face, before giving Green Arrow her sultriest smile and pushing her head forward to take his huge penis glans into her mouth.

“Ahhhh, that’s what I’ve been looking forward to, Scarlet Witch,” the Green Arrow moaned has he felt suction applied to his spongy glans while a nice wet tongue flickered all around it. “It’s too bad you girls are bugged about us using your code names, because it’s the very thought of a highly esteemed superheroine doing nasty things to me that makes this so very special. Isn’t that right, Hank?”

“You bet, Ollie…or should I say Green Arrow!” Giant-Man concurred with obvious excitement as he watched the Invisible Woman lean forward before him. “That’s it!” Hank gasped softly as he felt the matriarch of the Fantastic Four’s warm mouth begin sucking on his manhood. “Suck that cock, Invisible Woman! I’ve been dreaming of this since the idea of charging you girls a doctor’s fee first popped into my mind while I was making you your first pair of new ta tas, Sue. I’ve always had a crush on you, Invisible Woman, partly because you’re the first modern era superheroine to set up shop in the Big Apple, and, well frankly, partly because you are a stunningly gorgeous blonde.”

The Invisible Woman blushed badly as she heard Giant-Man follow his nasty urging with an obviously heartfelt compliment. Sue pulled her head backwards to suck on the bulbous glans of the ten-inch phallus for a few seconds, before finally giving in to the moment and going with the flow. The Invisible Woman began rhythmically pumping her head over the long thick shaft of Hank Pym’s penis, driving more and more of the phallus into her mouth with each forward thrust of her neck. Sue grinned sheepishly as Giant-Man began moaning in ecstasy above her.

The Scarlet Witch was also now bobbing her head over Green Arrow’s eleven-and-a-half-inch-long monster penis. Like the Invisible Woman, Wanda had been working her lips further and further down the man meat with each inward thrust, and was now beginning to rhythmically gag as the thick spongy glans began banging against the back of her mouth, temporarily blocking her wind pipe. Finally, with one last bob, the Scarlet Witch thrust forward and forced the turgid phallus into her esophagus.

“Good LORD!” the Green Arrow exclaimed loudly as shear ecstasy filled his face. “Where do you Avengers learn to give blow jobs? No offense to Dinah, or any other Justice Leaguer, but I’ve never met two superheroines who knew how to suck so well! Janet, if you’re Wanda’s coach, then you deserve to get promoted to the big league!” The Green Arrow then groaned and concentrated on the wonderful warm sucking mouth around his member and the tightness of the Scarlet Witch’s throat as he felt his huge testicles begin bouncing repeatedly off of Wanda’s chin.

The Invisible Woman had also driven her head forward far enough on Giant-Man’s manhood so that the glans was beginning to push into her esophagus. Not ready to begin the inevitable deep-throating, Sue pulled backward to once again concentrate on sucking on Hank’s bulbous glans, while carefully swirling her tongue around the head’s rimy frenulum and occasionally up and down the tips vertical meatus. Sue grinned with relief! The Invisible Woman felt sure she could taste sticky pre-cum—Giant-Man’s ejaculation might be close. Sue pushed her head forward and began to deep-throat Hank Pym.

The Scarlet Witch pumped her head upward and downward over Green Arrow’s massive shaft, gradually pushing more and more of his swelling member into her tight esophagus as the man moaned above her. When Wanda Maximoff’s forehead began banging against Oliver Queen’s belly as she took his entire shaft into her mouth, the Green Arrow gasped loudly—now the Scarlet Witch was corkscrewing her mouth and throat around his glans and shaft!

The Green Arrow gasped as he felt his testicles begin to tighten and glow, then he groaned in disappointment as the Scarlet Witch pulled back and let his penis bounce in cold air. Oliver moaned softly as he watched the exotically beautiful mutant give the Invisible Woman and Giant-Man her momentary attention. Then the Scarlet Witch cupped his left testicle in her left hand and twisted her body so that she could suck on the scrotum covered egg while she tongued it. After giving the right testicle the same treatment, he watched the young mutant once again give the other pair in the midst of fellatio a moment’s attention, before once again forcing her head over Green Arrow’s penis until her forehead banged against his belly. The Green Arrow moaned in relief as the Scarlet Witch again began corkscrewing her mouth and throat around his glans and shaft and the tightness and glow began to return to his testicles.

The Invisible Woman had Giant-Man gasping as he fought against orgasm as she gagged around the huge phallus now lodged deeply into her throat. Sue Richards concentrated on her deep-throat techniques as she sought to drive Hank Pym to ejaculation. The Invisible Woman was desperate to put an end to the fellatio she had reluctantly agreed to perform. Sue began swallowing around the pulsing manhood in her esophagus, and soon felt it swell and spurt the first gob of warm liquid down her gullet as Giant-Man gasped in ecstasy.

The Scarlet Witch grinned as she heard gasps of pleasure coming from both above her and two her right. Wanda felt sure she had timed her deep-throating correctly, something that was confirmed as the manhood in her mouth begin to swell, and also began swallowing around the shaft in her throat. The Scarlet Witch was immediately rewarded with a spurt of warm semen as the penis lodged in her esophagus released its load. As Wanda pulled slowly backward on Oliver Queen’s penis so that she could take the warm sticky discharge in her mouth, she heard a familiar voice ask, “Wanda Maximoff, what the hell is going on here, and why in the world did a naked and bawling Wonder Woman run into the trans-mat booth and beam out of Avengers’ Mansion?”

The Invisible Woman heard the sudden query just after she’d pulled her head back to allow Giant-Man to fill her mouth with semen. Just as the embarrassment of being caught in the act of fellatio by a stranger began to sink in, another, extremely familiar, voice cried out, “Susan! My god, Susan, how could you do this to me?”

Wanda Maximoff and Sue Richards simultaneously twisted their heads to see Captain America and Mister Fantastic standing at the open door to the small laboratory, while spurting semen from Oliver Queen and Hank Pym, respectively, sprayed their faces with sticky whitish ejaculate. Wanda immediately twisted her head back to cap Oliver’s gushing penis with her mouth. Sue continued to stare at her husband in horror and shame, taking spurt after spurt of semen in the side of her face. “No, Reed!” Sue Richards cried out with a crestfallen look on her face. “You don’t understand! This isn’t what it seems!”

“Of course it’s what it seems, Susan!” Reed Richards hissed with obvious anger. “I saw your mouth around another man’s cock…a cock which even now is drowning you in semen! You are making a cuckold of me, wife! There’s no denying what my eyes are seeing!”

“Sue’s not cheating on you, Mr. Richards,” Dinah Lance interjected from her chair along the room’s left wall while Janet Van Dyne tossed the wet towel that had been sitting on her chair to Wanda, who had finally been able to pull away from Oliver as the male ended his ejaculation. “She was just paying Hank his doctor’s fee.”

“A married woman giving a blow job to anyone other than her husband IS cheating, Black Canary!” Reed Richards exclaimed as he seethed with anger and tears flowed down his face. “Now stay out of this! Susan, you wanton woman! To think of all the times I had to chew Ben and Johnny out for trying to get me to talk you into group sex. To hell with asking, you hussy! We just should have jumped you and triple-teamed you!”

“It took all this to get you to grow some stones, Reed Richards?” a bawling Sue asked in a soft quaking voice as she used her fingers to brush the gobs of semen on her face into her mouth, evidently unaware of how sluttish it made her look. Wanda, meanwhile, was wiping her own face clean with the wet towel.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Susan, and what’s this about a doctor’s fee?” Reed roared as he continued to rage.

“It means, it’s about time you let your horniness show!” Dinah interjected with a giggle from her chair. “Sue’s probably wanted to be in a Fantastic Foursome for ages. Hell, I can’t imagine her frustration when her friends, like me, Wanda, and Janet, told her about the fun orgies and escapades the Avengers and Justice League were having. What? You didn’t expect her to ask for it, did you?”

“Stay out of this Dinah!” Sue hissed softly between sobs as she finally took the towel Wanda had just tossed to her and began wiping down her face and hair. “It means I wish you HAD paid more attention to our love life and made it more adventurous, Reed!”

“Yes, well I’m not seeing your love towards me right now, you adulteress!” Reed Richards gruffly replied, his tears finally beginning to dry, but his face still filled with pain. “Now what the hell is this about a doctor’s fee? Who needed doctoring, and, back to Cap’s question, why was Wonder Woman running naked and bawling through Avengers’ Mansion?”

“Sue needed doctoring…well all us girls did actually,” Dinah chirped from her seat as she grinned impishly. “Sue owed Hank the blow job for his growing her tits back!”

“STAY OUT OF THIS, DINAH!” everyone else in the room hollered nearly in unison as Oliver and Hank began pulling up their underwear and trousers.

“I’m just trying to help,” Dinah chirped with a grin on her face.

“You were debreasted, Susan?” Reed Richards asked in a quaking voice with astonishment on his face as he ignored the blonde Justice Leaguer. “Oh my god! That’s why you’ve been borrowing the time-ship! You’ve been visiting the 41^st Century debreasting booth nightclubs! My god! I had the coordinates for that time zone blocked! How….”

“I unblocked the computer, Reed,” Sue Richards replied softly. “You don’t think I’m smart enough to do it? There were two blocked time zones in the computer, but somehow I lucked out and unblocked the 41^st Century first try. Wanda wanted to go to a nightclub she knew about in that time zone, and, well, one thing led to another. I’m crushed that you found out this way, Reed. Now! How is it that you know about debreasting booth nightclubs, anyhow?”

“Wanda, what do you remember about the night you were rescued from Kang the Conqueror’s captivity?” Reed asked softly, ignoring his wife for the moment as his face was filled with concern rather than anger.

“I remember stumbling down the empty streets at night, half roasted, until I collapsed and a brown-haired stocky man in 21^st Century clothing stepped out of the shadows and said my name,” Wanda replied softly in obvious embarrassment as Janet dropped her stacked costume in front of her. “I fainted, and woke up at Avengers’ Mansion fully healed…no evidence of the terrible burns that covered my body.”

“The man who found you was Ben Grim, Wanda,” Reed replied as he struggled to calm down. “Knowing the FF had a time-ship, Cap had sent us after you once he learned that Kang had kidnapped you and left the 21^st Century. Sue was off shopping or something like that, so just the guys went. It was a fairly simple matter to track Kang’s ship’s time vector to the 41^st Century, but your exact geographic location remained an unknown. Ben, being the Thing, had to stay out of public sight, so Johnny and I left him to guard the time-ship while we began our search. Johnny and I ended up in an establishment where girls got their breasts buzz sawed off their chests while they stood over orgasmatron emitters. We’d watched several debreastings before Ben radioed that he’d found you and informed us that some metahuman suppression field had turned him into a normal man. We hightailed it back to the ship and got you home where Cap had one of the X-Men’s mutant healers called in to repair your burns and internal injuries. It was obvious that you’d been spit roasted! I still can’t believe you survived!”

“I cast a lot of heal spells to make it as far as I did, Reed,” Wanda replied softly as she frowned at the situation Sue was now in. “I would have died if you folks hadn’t found me when you did. Look, Reed, I’m grateful for what you did. However, the trips we’ve been making to the 41^st Century weren’t about what Kang did to me…they were about what the Riddler did to me. I had to accept voluntary debreasting to get over that horrible day I was strapped into the debreasting guillotine. Then, as we got to know the debreasting booth club we’d chosen, Final Fantasy, one thing just sort of led to another. I take full responsibility for the current situation. However, we’ve come to understand the female condition in that time zone, and I, at least, mean to do something about it!”

“It wasn’t your dick in Sue’s mouth, Wanda,” Captain America interjected gruffly as her glared at Hank Pym. “Now, why was Wonder Woman running naked and bawling in our home, and where the hell is Zatanna?” Cap pointed at Zatanna’s costume stack before adding, “And don’t anyone dare tell me that she left her costume here to go try to bust that Central American drug lord, Manuel Rodriguez, that the Justice League has been having trouble with.”

“It’s really none of your business who I have relations with, Cap,” Hank Pym replied with a look of sheepish embarrassment on his face, “and if I wasn’t concerned at the jeopardy I’ve but the Richards’ marriage in, I’d try the Bill Clinton line that felattio isn’t having sex. I’m sorry, Reed! If it will make things better, you can take a turn with Janet….”

“Only after he tells us what the other blocked time zone is, and why it’s blocked!” Janet Van Dyne spat out with a grin on her face as she passed Sue’s costume stack to her.

“You don’t want to know, Janet!” Reed replied with a frown on his face, before adding. “Believe me on that! It was a time zone that had become the exact opposite of the 41^st Century, as far as Johnny and I could tell. We were lucky to escape with our gonads between our legs. Now, Dr. Pym, while I might like to take a turn with your wife, I don’t believe cheating on my wife gets me even with her cheating on me. While you were the one that she was cheating with, it’s Susan I hold responsible. Now, Cap looks like he’s had enough! Answer his questions, and then I demand that you promise never to visit the 41^st Century again!”

“The pompous Princess got declitted as well as debreasted,” Dinah interjected with a mischievous grin from her chair, “and Hank couldn’t get the Chula thingie to make her a new love button because the declitting tube took out two inches of clitoris. Any girl would be busted up about…”

“Stop helping, Dinah!” Oliver Queen gruffly cut his girlfriend off. “You’re not making things better. Actually, I don’t think the Justice League should get any further involved in this issue. Grab Diana’s costume and lasso, Dinah, while I grab Zatanna’s. Wonder Woman’s problem resulted from a bad bet with one of the locals, Captain America. Nobody else is to blame. As for Zatanna, let’s just say she didn’t make it. She perished in the 41^st Century! Let’s grab the trans-mat to the Justice League satellite. Dinah will call you tomorrow girls. Thanks for the blow jobs, Janet and Wanda! Bye!”

“Wow, what a brave superhero we have there,” Janet Van Dyne observed with a smirk on her face as the Green Arrow and the Black Canary rushed out of the laboratory with Wonder Woman and Zatanna’s costumes. “And your wrong, Reed, I think I really do want to hear all the gory details about that other blocked time zone. But, given the circumstances I’ll leave that for another time. I know Wanda won’t promise not to return to the 41^st Century, Reed, and I won’t promise either.”

“Reed, darling,” Sue began in a quivering voice, “if you’ll still let me address you as your wife. Wanda told you about the plight of the 41^st Century female gender. We HAVE to help her make a better society for those girls!”

“Sue, I’m deeply hurt by what you did,” Reed Richards replied softly with deep concern obvious on his face, “but I’ll address that later, when we get home. You just MIGHT get triple teamed as punishment, but I’m not ready to give up on our love…or on our equal partnership in life. I don’t want you girls returning to the 41^st Century because of the great danger that time zone represents to you, Sue, and to your 21^st Century friends. Why do you think I had the time zone blocked in the first place? Because of debreasting booth nightclubs where girls exchange their breasts for pleasure-beam-induced orgasms?”

“Fine, triple team me so long as Johnny stays out of my vagina!” Sue Richards spat back before adding, “But please wait until tomorrow. I’m bushed. Reed, I assume you want us to promise not to return to that time zone because you know girls are the only livestock there. That gynophagia is prevalent in the society. Girls are being made meat, often outside that society’s laws and cultural norms. That’s why we girls HAVE to go back! We have to make sure that female kind, regardless of whether they remain a form of livestock of sorts, gets a fair shake. We’re superheroines! It is what we do! None of us are afraid of being killed there and eaten. We face death here all the time too…and what does it matter what happens to your body after death comes.”

“It’s not the 41^st Century society with its ubiquitous cannibalism that is my major concern, Susan,” Reed Richards replied softly with desperation in his voice. “Think about it, Sue! Who invented metahuman power suppressors in the form of neural inhibitor collars, and probably was able to expand that technology into power suppressing fields? Who invented declitting tubes, and had the audacity to claim it was to make female circumcision in the Middle East and Africa safer, while probably secretly hoping to get a chance to use one on you. Who, in just the past few years, invented a beam that can force climaxes on human beings? Who is a danger to you now, who also has the scientific and mystical knowledge to sustain his life for twenty centuries, while maintaining enough vitality to either rule that society, or at least be the one pulling the strings? Answer me, Sue!”

“Oh NO, Reed!” Sue Richards exclaimed with horror on her face. “There’s a man in the 41^st Century who is referred to as the ‘ex-President’ that seems to be aware of our visits to that time zone. Dinah heard his first name. Victor! My God, Reed! Doctor Doom is the man you’re asking about, isn’t it? Doctor Doom is running that society and, probably this very night in his time zone, is eating a sandwich made from my breasts. He had the meat sent to him by special delivery! My God, you knew! You found out when you rescued Wanda and blocked the time zone coordinates so that we couldn’t land in his lap by accident.”

“Yes, Sue, darling, that’s why that time zone’s coordinates were blocked,” Reed admitted with a sheepish grin on his face. “Do you really think anything else would have prevented Johnny from prodding me into making a return visit to those debreasting booth nightclubs? What a fool I’ve been! I thought your breasts had grown noticeable larger and firmer. I’d been told about the Avengers’ alien technology, and have been meaning to find time to take a look at it. It sounds like you’ve had your breasts regenerated at least twice! Well, you must have enjoyed getting debreasted, because I’ve noticed your sexual desires have been more intense, as well as more unusual. Then there was the mysterious ‘balloon popping party’ you said you were going to tonight…obviously referring to breast removal now that I have some context. Finally, well, I daren’t ask in public about the pointed vaginal penetration you seem to suddenly fancy.”

“Yes, Reed,” Wanda Maximoff interjected, “I think you’ve got at least part of what we’ve been up to on our girls’ nights out figured out. However, the girls in that time zone still need our help. The fact that Doctor Doom is involved makes it all the more important that we move forward with our plans. He’s sunk his claws into some of our newly made friends, so if we have to sort him out to free them of his influence, we’re going to do just that!”

“Not alone, Wanda,” Captain America proclaimed as he tried to wrap his mind around the fantastic things he had just heard. “The Avengers will handle Doctor Doom, regardless of which century he is dwelling in!”

“No, Cap,” Mister Fantastic exclaimed with resolve on his face, “Victor von Doom has always been primarily a Fantastic Four opponent. I have no doubt he has been toying with these girls until he can get his hands on Sue. It will be the FF that takes him down before he can harm my wife!”

“You are both wrong, Reed and Steve,” Wanda Maximoff announced with startling finality, “this is a case of needing to bring fairness to those of female gender in a society that has been built around great challenges. To have those people’s leader, who seems to be held in great esteem by the males of that society, taken out by a primarily male invasion from the past, will do nothing, or possibly even harm, the girls who make up the bulk of that society. No! The solution is revolution! Female revolution led by females with the sole goal of giving everyone a vote in how that society is run. We stick with my plan. You boys are staying home!”

“Unless you’re willing to pay the stiff price to join us for a night in a debreasting booth nightclub,” Janet Van Dyne chortled with a wicked grin on her face.

“Very well, Wanda, we’ll give this a rest for a few days,” Captain America replied with a stern look on his face. “You’ll have to convince me before you’re next time trip that you can handle the threat Doctor Doom presents, or both the Avenger’s and the Fantastic Four, working together, will take him out with a full frontal assault. As for your remark, Janet, it wasn’t as cryptic as you might have expected. I have the misfortune of having been forced to review video of what went on earlier this evening in the study, and watched Hank and Mr. Queen pay their stiff prices to become time tourists. I was not amused. Neither will you be. I suggest you girls join me in the study, after Sue and Wanda finally get dressed. Reed, assuming Sue means to make that next time trip with Wanda, if neither of us puts a stop to it, you’ll want to join us in the study to hear what I have to say.” Captain America turned and walked out of the laboratory with Mister Fantastic close behind. Sue and Wanda hurriedly dressed, before following Hank and Janet towards the study where the evening’s fun had began.

Minutes later, Wanda, Sue, Janet, and Hank found themselves seated before a standing Captain America and Mister Fantastic on two couches, arranged as they had been at the start of the evening to form a shallow V facing the back of the room. “Now,” Captain America began as he stared at the fidgeting foursome with a stern look on his face, “in the morning I’m going to want full reports from all of you regarding what has occurred on your visits to the 41^st….

“No, Steve, none of us will say any more than has already been said about our visits to the 41^st Century!” Wanda Maximoff interjected firmly in a quivering voice. “Rule number three, which we all agreed to before we left, is that what happens in the future stays in the future. Our previous visits to that time zone were recreational. You have no right to force any of us to tell you about our civilian activities.”

“You know we’ve been visiting a society where girls are livestock,” Wanda continued as her face reddened with both anger and embarrassment. “A place where debreasting booth nightclubs allow those girls to risk having their breasts turned into sandwich meat in exchange for wonderful climaxes, before the girls eventually lose a weekly lottery and are sent to the butcher as livestock to be fully harvested. You know that we girls have given those debreasting booths tries, so we are not intimidated by your current tactic. Finally, you know that we’ve suffered casualties…beyond the loss of breasts and clitorises. We will return to the 41^st Century, whether you like it or not, Steve, for both recreational purposes and for revolution. Doctor Doom’s empire will come down, and there will be a fairer world for female kind. You’ll learn no more from us, despite this obvious attempt at intimidation!” Wanda spat as she pointed to the two familiar devices at the back of the room.

“Those two guillotines are not JUST there for intimidation, Scarlet Witch,” Captain America replied with obvious irritation. “Those machines are there to be used in an Avengers’ team building exercise…a team building exercise inspired by what I saw on the video recorded in this very room earlier this evening. I’m bringing the whole roster in for this one…both active and inactive Avengers. We’re going to take turns pulling keys from buckets containing one real key and ninety-nine dummies. Then we’re going to take turns getting strapped into either a breast guillotine or a penis guillotine until a real key gets turned and body parts hit the floor. What do you say to that, people?”

“Boring!” Janet Van Dyne spat with a wicked grin on her face before adding, “Unless you play it the way we did with the boys earlier this evening and the blade release handle doesn’t get pulled until the potential victim is in mid climax.”

“Agreed, Janet!” Captain America replied matter-of-factly. “A test of courage that doesn’t require more than one Avenger working together towards a common goal does not a team building exercise make. Female participants will be randomly paired with male participants, and it will be ladies first under the guillotine blade. The male partner will fuck the female partner until she climaxes, at which time he will call for the blade release handle of the breast guillotine to be pulled. If she retains her breasts, the male partner will be strapped into the penis guillotine and the female partner will provide fellatio until he ejaculates, at which time the female partner will pull the blade release handle. The team building exercise will continue until someone loses breasts or penis.”

“Oh, goody!” Janet Van Dyne quipped as she giggled gleefully. “Just my cup of tea! You’re not quite the stodgy boy scout everyone thinks you are, are you, Steve? When will this fun take place?”

“When do you girls mean to make your next trip to the 41^st Century?” Captain America asked with a twinkle in his blue eyes.

“We have a commitment to show up for an ‘athletic’ event a week from next Wednesday evening, Steve,” Wanda Maximoff replied softly. “And I expect we’ll be busy running about in the 41^st Century at least until Thursday evening. If you men interfere with those plans, you’ll be signing my death warrant.”

“In that case, unless Reed puts an end to your adventures in time, the team-building exercise will be held that Wednesday afternoon,” Captain America replied with a smirk on his face. “I’ll let the rest of the Avengers know exactly why I was inspired to hold this particular team building exercise…right before they, along with any ‘athletic’ time travelers that aren’t Avengers, draw numbers to determine the order of risking their body parts. When I say they, I don’t include you and me, Scarlet Witch. You and I will lead the way and be the first ones under guillotine blades. There you have it, Reed. If Sue plans to join Wanda and Janet on their planned trip to the 41^st Century, she’ll be drawing a number to determine when she risks her breasts and who will be her random partner in sex!”

“Steve Rogers!” Sue Richards hissed angrily with a look of determination on her face. “How can you stoop so low as to try to manipulate my husband into interfering with your teammates’ off-duty plans? If you think I’m going to let Reed be influenced by the threat of….”

“By the threat of you copulating with one of the male Avengers while you risk debreasting, or, if you’re lucky and draw a blank key, try to perform a post-fellatio penectomy on your randomly chosen partner, Susan?” Mister Fantastic asked softly in a quivering voice. “Why would that influence my position regarding your time-travel escapades? The Invisible Woman will be here, Captain America, and so will Mister Fantastic. If my wife is willing to risk her breasts while having sex with strangers, I’ll risk my penis for a chance to make her watch me copulate with one of the female Avengers. Just remember, girls, the very important lesson you learned tonight. The alien tissue regenerator is capable of failing, so one of you might live the rest of your lives without breasts, or you, Susan, may lose the joy that my penis brings to you…forever!”

“Fine, Reed,” Captain America replied with obvious disappointment, “if that’s the way you feel you need to handle this situation. I must say, I am not happy about this. I just might decide to hold this team building exercise every time you girls schedule a trip to the 41^st Century, and raise the stakes by replacing a dummy key with a real key each time. Once again, Scarlet Witch, your teammates will be told why more and more body parts are taking the chop each time. Yes, Reed’s right! Sooner or later someone’s valued appendage won’t get grown back. At least I can’t be accused of holding the team building activity as merely an excuse to engage in frivolous sex!”

“You arrange for us Avengers to engage in frivolous sex all the time, Cap!” Janet Van Dyne chortled with a mischievous grin on her face. “How will this time be any different?”

“The painful penalty someone will eventually pay, Wasp,” Captain America replied dryly with a stern look on his face. “Your teammates won’t be happy about that, and it won’t be me they’re pissed at, especially the girls. Just remember, we have a lot more male Avengers than females, so some of you girls could have to take multiple turns under the blade, and you Scarlet Witch will be the first girl to do so! At least there’s a bright side. I’ve a couple of days to have these steel guillotine blades replaced with razor-sharp adamantium. She-Hulk will be relieved to find out she can perform the exercise carrying her big green jugs, rather than as a mousy lawyer with perky B-cups under the blade!”

“Fine, Captain America,” Wanda Maximoff sighed softly as she shrugged her shoulders, “we, and one additional yet-to-be-selected field-trip participant, will be here that Wednesday afternoon for less-than-frivolous sex and a penis or breast chopping party. I’ll make sure to have the contact information for a particularly shady taxidermist posted on the bulletin board, just in case one of the boys wins a set of breasts and wants a trophy for his bedroom wall. You, Sir, can expect your penis double banded when you’re ready to risk the chop. If I get lucky, I’ll send it to the Authenticock Real-Cock Dildo factory Janet discovered. Can we hit the sack now? I’m bushed!”

“DON’T post the taxidermist information, Wanda!” Steve Rogers replied with disappointment in his voice. “There won’t be any Avengers’ breasts hanging on walls unless both the debreasted girl and I agree to it. You, however, can double-band me if you want, Scarlet Witch. I’ll be happy knowing Captain America is bringing you sweet dreams every night. DISMISSED! I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Reed.”

Janet Van Dyne giggled as Steve Rogers hurried out of the room, and quipped, “I hope all the guys are as interested as he is in contributing to our growing collection of real-cock dildos! Let’s talk tomorrow girls. Hank is eager to bugger me! Sue, I know things will be worked out between you and Reed. When you get him in a weak moment, get all the dirt you can on that time zone he says is the opposite of the 41^st Century. It sounds intriguing! Come on Hank! Let’s go to bed!”

Wanda Maximoff stood as she watched Hank and Janet hurry away, and said with an apologetic look on her face, “I’m sorry, Reed and Sue, for the strain I’ve put on your relationship. I never meant for this to happen. Please, Reed, understand your wife hasn’t done anything more than what circumstances required of her, and even then she was deeply troubled for having to do it. Now, let me walk you to the trans-mat booth. You can come back for the Fantasti-car and time-ship in the morning.”

“Actually, I came by trans-mat beam not long before Wonder Woman ran past Cap and myself,” Reed Richards replied with a friendly smile on his face as the threesome walked towards the trans-mat booth room, “and I’m pretty much past the shock and dismay at seeing Sue with Hank’s cock in her mouth. We have a solid marriage, and it’s going to stay that way, although now that I have a better understanding of my wife’s libido, some things are going to change. Isn’t that right, Susan? I think we’ll have a team building exercise of our own…with you in the center of a Fantastic Foursome!”

“Yes, dear,” Sue Richards concurred with a sheepish grin on her face, “but let’s do wait until tomorrow night at the very least. It’s been a very long night with more ups and downs than any night should ever have. I’ll call you tomorrow, Wanda, but probably in the afternoon. Reed will collect the time-ship when he’s up to it. Come on, Reed, I want you to spit me with your penis again!”

Wanda Maximoff shook her head as she watched the couple step into the booth and disappear in a flash of light. It had been a very long, wonderfully exciting rollercoaster ride of a night!

Next story arc: Foxhunt Frenzy

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