Club X: Girls’ Night Out

by Scarlet

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations, (c, nc, MF, FF), sexual violence, and snuff. It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
Credits: This story is based on a story idea suggested by The Sexecutor. The Wasp, Scarlet Witch, and Invisible Woman (Marvel Enterprises) and Zatanna, Ice, and Fire (DC Comics) are Trademarked characters used in this not-for-profit fan-fiction; no Trademark infringement is intended. Club X was created by Dolcett; the Club X in this story is loosely based on Dolcett’s. The “nightclub” at the middle of this story is loosely based on an environment that Yppiz created in his story “Club Scene AKA the Wall”.

Chapter 1. A Rocky Beginning

Six bikini clad women cautiously peered at the obviously ancient building at the end of the block, their eyes darting around looking for men. “Good, the only man around is the one perched on the front steps to the building,” whispered Sue Richards, the sky-blue-clad blonde with blue eyes and shoulder-length hair. Sue, also known as the Invisible Woman of the Fantastic Four, had been responsible for the group’s transportation; a time-ship cloaked and parked out of the way in a darkened alley near a club called Final Fantasy, several miles away from their present location. “Maybe he is the doorman and we should be brave and talk to him,” Sue whispered in a quivering voice. “We’re going to need someone to tell one of the few club members we’ve met that we are here.”

It was Sue, who stood 5-foot-6-inches tall and weighed 120 pounds, who had suggested to Wanda and Janet that they increase their party size from four to six girls. Sue, Wanda, and Janet had learned about Club X, and the sexually sadistic games played there, during a girls’ night out to Final Fantasy less than a week ago. From the description of Club X’s activities, this private club was likely much more dangerous than the public club Final Fantasy, where the main activity was debreasting. Despite the relative safety of Final Fantasy, they had lost Bonita Juarez, the Latino heroine who had been known as Firebird, to a Jessica machine there; the girl had died as meat on a spit. Sue also had almost also died that night, first at the end of a hangman’s rope, and then as she was about to be hand spitted because she was unconscious after the hanging. Sue, age 26, believed that they might lose other friends on this girls’ night out; she selfishly hoped it wouldn’t be herself.

“So, why again are we here, dressed so skimpily, and afraid of men?” Tara Olafsdotter, a Norwegian, whispered softly with confusion in her voice. Tara, wearing a white bikini, was the 19-year-old Ice of the Justice League. The 5-foot-7-inch 136-pound girl with blue eyes and white hair wouldn’t even have come on this adventure if her friend Beatriz had not talked her into it; she was about to find that her friend had withheld critical information.

Janet Van Dyne shook her short auburn locks and frowned at Tara; clearly something was awry as every girl was to have been briefed regarding this risky adventure. Janet, the spunky blue-eyed Wasp of the Avengers, was age 27 and wearing a dark-blue bikini. “We are in the 41^st Century where there is a dress code,” the 5-foot-4inch 110-pound Avenger answered sarcastically, “and where men are potentially dangerous because they can legally do anything they want to us. We would be in even greater danger if we were to be recognized from the history books, because time travel in this century is illegal. Who briefed you on this field trip to the future, Tara?”

“I’m afraid I did,” Beatriz DaCosta sheepishly admitted while grinning broadly. Beatriz, with medium length green hair and wearing a green bikini, was the green-eyed Justice Leaguer known as Fire. At age 20, she was probably the most outgoing of the six girls; the 5-foot-8-inch 140-pound Brazilian now living in New York City owned and operated her own X-rated website, which most of the Justice League members knew nothing about. “I once told Tara we were going to a nude beach, and that freaked her out. What do you think she would have said if I had told her we were going to play sexually sadistic games in a place where men could legally kill us, before going to a place called Final Fantasy to have our breasts turned into lunch meat?”

After taking one look at the horror and disbelief on Tara’s face, the senior Justice Leaguer at age 24, Zatanna Zatara, pointed out the obvious, “It looks like you’re going to need to do some explaining after all, Wanda.” The 5-foot-seven-inch 137-pound Zatanna, with long black hair and blue eyes, was dressed in a black bikini. “Sorry, I should have talked to Tara myself, but Beatriz insisted. I know Tara will go through with our girls’ night out after you explain everything.”

“Okay Zatanna, I’ll give it a try,” agreed 21-year-old Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch of the Avengers. The 5-foot-7-inch 130-pound girl with long auburn hair and gold-flecked blue eyes was wearing a rose-colored bikini that she filled very well; she easily matched D-cups with the heavier Beatriz and Zatanna due to her slimmer, more physically fit body. “Well Tara, as Janet mentioned, time travel is illegal in this century,” Wanda Maximoff began and then shot Tara a hopeful smile before she continued, “because, a time-travelling despot’s rule ended only thirty years ago. I know, as I was Kang the Conqueror’s captive for a short time in this century.

“While Kang’s prisoner, I learned from my fellow captives that, during the 39^th Century, disease had swept through the planet, destroying most animal life,” Wanda said as she continued her explanation. “Many humans survived, but the animals that they depended on for food became extinct. That resulted in a serious food shortage and the need for population control. The world government decided to implement two forms of population control. First, government officials decreed that only 5 percent of the population could be of male sex, and instituted abortion of male fetuses unless the father had been issued a special birth permit.”

‘Second the world government, understanding that while the world would survive without meat it would be an unhappy world, decreed that human females would become the new meat source,” Wanda said softly. “To institutionalize this use of young women as meat, world leaders created a mandatory government-run lottery for un-papered women of age 18 and older. The women whose names are drawn must report within 24 hours of each weekly lottery to a conversion facility. At these government-run conversion facilities, the women are graded to determine if they will be live roasters, milk cows, butchered meat, or ground meat…and then they are converted to food according to their grading.”

“To promote a fast repopulation of the world, the world government, while allowing men to have only one papered wife at a time, encouraged the men to breed freely and often with both their wives and un-papered women,” Wanda said after a deep breath. “With so few males on the planet, there is tremendous competition among women to have a male mate. Consequently, men are treated like gods, and can legally have anything they want from un-papered women and their own papered wives, but not from other papered females. The men don’t like to wait for a lot of clothing to be removed, so it is against the law for un-papered women to wear street clothes after dark. Women breaking this law are arrested and sent to a conversion facility to become meat.”

“That is only one of several interesting customs I learned of during my stay as Kang’s prisoner earlier in this century’s time line,” Wanda said, trying to detect some indication from Tara that she understood what she was being told. “The debreasting clubs like Final Fantasy, which Janet, Sue, and I visited, earlier this week, was another. We learned about Club X while at Final Fantasy, as well as the fact that men tend to terminate their marriages, and their ex-wives’ lives, rather quickly when they grow bored of them. Breeding to produce female offspring, and then converting those females to food at a relatively young age to create a high food supply, is what makes this century what it is.”

Wanda sighed and took a deep breath before continuing, “So, Tara, this world is very dangerous for un-papered women like us. Any male we ran into could order us to a conversion facility…or rape us…or mutilate us…or murder us…or ask us to join him at his barbecue party as the featured course. Women are chattel…well less than chattel actually…their only perceived values are as sex toys, child incubators, or food…with the main emphasis on food! It’s as simple as that!”

“This century is a nightmare!” Tara proclaimed shrilly. “Why were you three interested in coming to this century to visit a place where they debreast girls the last time you were here? More importantly, why would anyone debreast girls?”

“It is a cruel world for female kind, but most women in this culture have come to accept this way of life,” Wanda said sighing softly, “and many do what they can to make the most of it. One way of doing that is to be pre-graded, so that you know your fate in advance. Additionally, women can volunteer for conversion to meat without waiting to win the government-run lottery, and being killed at a cold, business-as-usual conversion facility. You can risk being converted early at many types of non-government-run facilities. Sometimes you only risk converting specific body parts, such as breasts. Women commonly offer their breasts to be turned into sandwich meat, bacon because of the high fat content of breasts, at the debreasting clubs in exchange for a pleasure beam fix; sometimes they are intentionally trying to donate their breast meat, but most of the time, they are gambling that their breasts won’t be chosen, and that they will get a free pleasure beam ride. It is what many girls in this century call entertainment. Places like Club X offer more serious thrills and risks, and are places where papered women give up their papered status while within the club and experience the same thrills and threats as un-papered women.”

“So, the plan for the night is to visit Club X,” Wanda said softly, nodding to the building down the street, and working towards the conclusion of her presentation, “where I expect the thrill and pain-risk levels will be high, probably including some very real danger to our lives. They play some interesting games there, and Sue really, really wants to check the place out, if only for a couple of hours. Then we get a ride to Final Fantasy, have some drinks, and watch some girls get their balloons popped as they play the debreasting booth game, in between playing the game ourselves, of course. Eventually, we return home after all of us have been debreasted.”

Tara gasped, before shrilling, “You expect us to go to a club were women are submitted to sexual torture and more, and afterwards you say we are going to a debreasting club and to have our titties turned into sandwich meat? And the rest of you knew about all that? What in the world are you girls thinking about? How could you all be talked into this?”

Janet laughed before chortling, “Well, we are trying to get our moneymakers poached because we are superheroines, which means we are pain sluts and sex whores who crave degradation. The intense fear and horror you feel when you realize someone is about to pop your balloons is only topped by the mind-numbing pain that accompanies a slow debreasting, but the pleasure you experience when the orgasmatron beam bathes your sex almost makes up for it. However, I’m sure none of us would risk losing our breasts permanently…but we are not! Those of us that haven’t been debreasted before can, in fact, get bigger, firmer, more perfect breasts…after we are done partying and return to the past to have my husband use the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator on us!” Then Janet explained more calmly, “Look Tara, Wanda, Sue, and I were all debreasted earlier this week, and I was declitted. Our machine repairs the damage perfectly. It may surprise you, but the excitement of the risk and the pleasure of the orgasmatron beam-filled finale make it worth the pain, because you know you’ll get your body parts back.”

“However, we do need you to know that the danger will be greater at Club X,” Janet continued, her tone very serious, “where I also voted to visit for a while, and Wanda wasn’t exactly against it. While at Club X…no…while in this century…you have to remember to do anything a man tells you to do. You have to submit totally. The pain we face at Club X will be real, but the fun will be too. Are we going in? Or are the other five of us going to be disappointed at a two long walks and an early end to our girls’ night out?”

“Well, Janet, I am a heroine, which means I relish the danger and don’t mind some pain,” Tara answered softly, “but you better not get me killed, and that machine of yours better work on any parts I’m missing when we get back home.” The other five girls smiled in relief as they took turns hugging Tara before starting for the front steps of Club X. “Not so fast,” Tara chided as her teammates and new friends started down the street, “I’m not going to commit to this until you tell me what to expect in there.”

“Fair enough,” Sue said softly, “but please understand that, other than the descriptions of some of the games played there, and some very general remarks, we ourselves don’t know exactly how things work at Club X. I expect that, after we are allowed in, we will be required to participate in some games in which you risk having pain applied to your naughty bits. If you lose those early games, you may lose some naughty bits as well, but we are going to do that anyhow at Final Fantasy later, so no big deal.”

“Remember,” Zatanna chimed in, “that I can heal minor to moderate damage to our bodies on the way to Final Fantasy; you know some healing spells as well, right Wanda?” Zatanna watched as Wanda nodded before continuing, “Of course, we can’t grow new body parts! We will have to wait to get back to the past and use that Chula thing-or-ma-jig to do that. Obviously, try not to get killed, as there is no coming back from that. Sorry for the interruption, you were saying, Sue?”

“No problem, Zatanna,” Sue said with a smile, “some of the points you made are going to become very relevant in a moment! I suspect the games at Club X are going to get more severe as the night goes on, and eventually girls will be dying as well as risking sexual torture.” Sue paused and smiled at Tara’s fear-filled eyes, before continuing, “However, as long as we don’t fight the system and instead employ our training to maintain cool heads in the face of danger, we should stand a much better chance than the other women at coming through the challenges. Although it was only hinted at, in between the early sexual pain games and the games with some risk of life before the Club X lottery, I suspect there will be socializing and fraternization…all the way up to orgy level.”

Five pairs of eyes were on Tara as she turned beet red and gasped several times. Finally she shrilled, “Orgies…you mean like as in…sex with multiple partners? I can’t do that! I’m practically a virgin! What will the other Justice Leaguers think, when they find out about this?”

“Actually, girls, Tara is telling the truth there,” Beatriz chirped as she giggled. “Our little girl from Norway would still be a virgin if I had not set her up on a date with one really handsome stud one night, and then got her real drunk.” Everybody laughed as Tara got even redder and started stomping her right foot. “Almost a virgin, other than that one stud and a few hot little flings with me! Isn’t that right, sweetie?” The Brazilian brazenly continued, “Now I can prove that the lesbian lust with me happened, because there are pictures of us that can be found at my X-rated website at www….”

“Stop it, Beatriz!” Tara rasped, wanting to die. “You promised not to tell anyone, let alone put pictures of us on your website!” The white-haired girl was hyperventilating by now.

“Easy, Tara,” Beatriz said softly, “there are no pictures of us on any website. I’m just pulling your chain. I would not betray your trust in me!”

“But…but…but now Zatanna knows…and Janet, Sue, and Wanda!” Tara stammered, very confused about her friend’s behavior.

“That doesn’t matter, Tara,” Beatriz whispered and hugged her friend. “It doesn’t matter, because whatever happens in the future stays in the future, and that is why you should enjoy being part of an orgy, if that is what happens. Nobody will ever hear a word about what happens here tonight, will they girls?”

“That is right, Tara,” Zatanna said quickly with a broad grin, “I’ve already forgotten about why you are wearing that blush.”

“Yes, Tara,” Sue said wearing her own blush, “we must all promise not to ever mention what happened or was said here when we get back to the past. Remember that Janet and I are married, and if there is sex, and yes I suspect sex with multiple partners, required of us in there, we are going to be even more screwed than the rest of you. I sure don’t want my husband, Reed, finding out!”

“Well, we will have to provide my husband, Hank, with an edited version of events before he will make us new breasts and whatever,” Janet said with a laugh. “However, whatever Beatriz and Tara were talking about will be on the cutting room floor, along with any tales of orgies. I should warn you, after he makes your new boobies, he’s going to weigh them and feel them up for a minute, to make sure they work right. That’s his doctor’s fee!”

“That was only for a minute?” Sue asked with a serious look on her face. “It felt like an eternity! Hank tweaks your nipples too!” Sue said with a laugh. “Do we have an agreement then? Whatever is done or said in the future stays in the future?” Sue heard five voices say yes. “Good, I agree too! So, Tara, are you in…orgies and all?”

“Yes, I am!” Tara said with confidence, forgetting to ask about the lottery that was mentioned.

“Then let’s stop wasting time and talk to the doorman!” Wanda said with a growl. Club X was, for her, just a pit stop before Final Fantasy, and she wanted to get it over with.

“Right, I’ll take lead,” Sue said as she turned to walk towards Club X.

Chapter 2. Club X

“Excuse me, Sir, could you see if Bill Jennings is inside?” Sue asked the man outside the main entrance to Club X from the bottom of the steps as her five companions stood behind her. “If Mr. Jennings is there, could you tell him…”

“Mr. Jennings is inside,” the tall blonde-haired man interrupted, “I’m his chauffer. I also knew that you and at least two others would be expected, Mrs. Richards. Wait here and stay out of trouble while I find my boss.”

A few minutes later, the stocky Mr. Jennings walked outside dressed in a gray suit, followed by a gorgeous, obviously well-endowed blonde in a red evening dress. “Wanda, Sue, Janet, you came, and brought friends!” Bill Jennings chortled with a big smile, his grayish-blue eyes flashing. “My, I am glad to see you! This is my wife, Marge. Is one of you going to introduce your friends?”

“Zatanna, Beatriz, and Tara,” Wanda said pointing to each girl in turn, “I would like you meet Bill Jennings, owner of Final Fantasy, which we will be visiting later, and, obviously, his wife, Marge. Any chance of you giving us a few hints of what to expect inside, Mr. Jennings?”

“Yes, Wanda, I’ll tell you about a few important things to keep in mind,” Mr. Jennings replied with a laugh, rubbing his graying brown hair. “Then, you will have to learn the details on your own. First, there is no turning back once you enter the club, until you have at least lost your breasts or until our nightly lottery has been concluded. Second, you are entering Club X under the pretext that you are my property; because I have Marge here, and every female must have a male guardian to enter the club, I will have to temporarily provide each of you with an escort. Keeping this male escort entertained will be very important to you, as he decides which optional events you are entered into. My third and final piece of advice is that you refuse no man the use or abuse of your bodies during the social periods between events. Do those words of advice apply to you and the other club members’ wives, Marge?”

“Yes, husband, they do and always have,” Marge replied softly, her green eyes gleaming. “Why don’t you find their escorts, while we girls talk about the first event, dear?” Marge waited until her husband walked away before continuing, “It is darts, girls, one of the non-optional events. You stand with your breasts through portals, while one of the men throws three darts at them. Then a girl replaces you, and another thrower steps to the line with his three darts. This continues until every girl has been the target once. The recorded scores are added, three points for nipples, two points for areolas, and one point for breast skin. Those girls with tied high scores become targets again; those men with tied high scores get a right to throw again, but not at the same target as the first round. If at the end of a round, there is only one girl with a high score, the game ends; that girl is then taken to a cutting board with a cutting blade attached to one corner and is debreasted by the man with the high score, while the woman with the second highest score pulls on the nipples of the breasts about to be chopped to observe firsthand the fate that was almost hers. Do any of you have any questions?”

“Yes, Mrs. Jennings,” Tara said meekly, “do your breasts hurt when they get hit by a dart?” Six girls laughed at the red-faced girl in a white bikini.

“They certainly do, Tara, each and every time,” Marge giggled, “and do call me Marge. However, I imagine the cutting blade will sting quite a bit more.”

“You look like you have pretty large breasts, Marge,” Janet chirped. “Have you ever thought that it would be you with your moneymakers on the cutting board?”

“I’ve finished in second-highest-score position six times, Janet,” Marge laughed. “I think the men try harder when the great Bill Jennings’ wife is the target. Many men have friends or family who gave up their breast bacon at Final Fantasy. I guess my debreasting would be a way to get even and let Bill feel what they do. They do get even in a way. I, one of the few club members’ wives who have never been to my husband’s club, have participated in the debreasting of six women as second-place finisher.”

“Have you ever been entered into the club lottery, Marge?” Sue asked softly.

“Sue, isn’t it?” Marge giggled. “Now that is a good question that relates to my husband’s important points of advice. The lottery is also a non-optional event. If you walk through that door, you will get a number which will be entered into the lottery tonight. There will be about sixty girls at Club X tonight, and two of us will be chosen in the lottery to be spitted, roasted, and eaten. Are you going to run away now?” Marge looked down at the girls, who were still at the foot of the steps, while she was only midway down, and was impressed by the fact that none of them looked afraid, although Tara looked confused.

“They do hand spitting here, and do not use Jessica’s, right?” Beatriz asked, trying to look knowledgeable. The fact was, until Zatanna had repeated Wanda’s story of her visit to Final Fantasy with Sue and Janet to the Brazilian, she had known nothing of women being spitted.

“Yes, Beatriz, commonly the club members do use the old-fashioned hand spitting to turn a sow into meat,” Marge said with a laugh, “but sometimes they come up with innovations. I hear they are trying something special tonight.”

Bill Jennings cleared his throat before saying, “Well, I do hope you haven’t told them all of our secrets, dearest. Girls, may I introduce Tyler Roberts, Ted Stevens, Evan Hall, Dan Ackerman, Kevin McStiff, and Andy Summers. The girls are Wanda, Sue, Janet, Zatanna, Beatriz, and Tara. You boys remember that these women are my property, and that they came with me to Club X and will leave with me, under my protection, immediately after the lottery pick. Until then, they are your wards according to club rules. Pick your girl in the order I introduced your names, and then let’s get inside. There are only fifteen minutes until the dart game starts.”

Tyler Roberts stepped forward and held his arm out to Zatanna, saying in that authoritative tone of his, “You are my date, you lovely lady. I hope Wanda, Sue, and Janet haven’t mentioned a word about me.” Tyler, a tall lean man wearing a tan sports coat and dress pants and a light blue dress shirt, had dark brown hair and gleaming grey eyes.

Zatanna took the offered arm with a big smile, saying jovially, “Not one word, Tyler. Well, I did hear you throw a pretty mean dance. You’ll have to find a way to show me that dance! Shall we?” Tyler took Zatanna to join the Bill and Marge at the top of the stairs.

Ted Stevens stepped forward and held his arm out to Beatriz, saying with a gleam in his blue eyes, “You are my date, you exotic girl. I do hope Sue has told you about me.” Ted, a blonde-haired muscular man of medium height, was wearing a dark blue sweater vest over a light blue dress shirt. His dark blue pants were no doubt the denim of the day.

Beatriz took the offered arm while grinning, and said in her sexiest bedroom voice, “Why, thank you for your arm, Ted. I will very much enjoy this, for I have heard second hand that you tell great stories, and always the right story at the right moment.” Ted led her to the couples at the top of the stairs.

Evan Hall, a tall and sturdy man dressed in a brown suit, stepped forward, held his arm out to Wanda, and said with a friendly smile, “You are my date, you beautiful girl. May you obey every command I make.” The brown-haired man locked his brown eyes with the girl before him.

Wanda smiled knowingly at Evan, flashed her most seductive smile, and said softly, “I look to you, sir, to guide me through the night. I know we are both going to have a wonderful time.” She then took Evan’s offered arm and was led to the top of the stairs.

Dan Ackerman, a short man with black hair and brown eyes dressed casually in a pink short-sleeve dress shirt and blue denim trousers, offered his arm to Sue and said with a stern look on his face, “Your are my date, Sue. Obedience to me is required at all times.”

Sue stared into Dan’s eyes, nodded, and said with a giggle, “It will be my most willing wish to obey you, Dan.” Sue too was led to the top of the stairs.

Kevin McStiff, a skinny blue-eyed, brown-haired man of medium height who was dressed in a white suit, stepped forward and offered his arm to Tara, and said softly, “You are my date, Tara. I’ll see to it you have the most fun possible tonight.”

Tara took Kevin’s arm with a demur smile, and said, “Fun? I like fun. Thank you already for your kindness.” Tara began her journey to join the others.

Finally it was Andy Summers turn to hold out his arm to the last girl left, Janet, as he said softly, “You, Janet, the loveliest prize of all, are my date. I’ll do what I can to help you understand the games and to get to know everyone. We are a pretty cool bunch, for the most part.” Andy, a tall muscular black man who was a professional football quarterback, was dressed in a new tee shirt and slacks.

Janet, a little peeved at first at having been the last girl picked, grinned as she looked into Andy’s dark brown eyes and laughed, thinking she had the handsomest date of all. “Andy, let’s get up there with the rest of those guys and get this party started. I can’t wait to see some of these games for real!” Andy laughed as Janet took his arm and they raced up the stairs.

Upon entering Club X, the girls observed two couples at a bar; the two girls draining glasses of what was no doubt alcohol, evidently trying to get their nerve up for the dart game. Over in one corner was a more disturbing site. Two men had a girl sandwiched between them and they were each pounding an orifice; the girl had a garrote around her neck, being held tight by the man behind her, and her face was very purple. At one of several tables, was a pair of men and their dates; each man was trying to pull a pair of nails, which were penetrating the nipples of their respective dates, out of the table top so that they could get the girls into the upcoming dart game.

“This is the Club X lobby. It’s just a bar being used by club members who may elect not to join the party. In addition to the bar, there is the coat room there.” Mr. Jennings pointed to the back of the lobby. “The gentleman there will collect and login our clothing and belongings. We will all be naked until after the lottery.” Bill and Marge laughed at the six dropped jaws.

Upon reaching the coatroom check-in station, the seven couples quickly stripped and headed into the main chamber. The 21^st Century heroines had no idea what they were getting into, but it was likely that at least one of them would come to the realization that they were ‘not in Kansas anymore’!

Chapter 3. A Game of Darts, Everyone!

The main chamber of Club X was huge, and jam-packed with men and women. In the center of the chamber was a large, flat stage, which extended backwards against one wall. This wall had a long, horizontal observation window extending across its length, and a large dart board with two breast high holes cut into it in the back center of the stage. There was a long narrow staging room on the other side of this wall, with entrances to the main chamber at both the front and back of the chamber; it was into this room that the women at Club X would file when the dart game started.

The floor around the large, flat stage sloped upwards away from the stage, to make a suitable viewing gallery. Across from the back of the stage, behind the viewing gallery, was an elevated viewing booth, with chairs on an upward sloping floor. It was from here that the Club X elders and officers would oversee the night’s proceedings. At the back of the long chamber, there was a kitchen, a medical treatment booth, and the props room. It was from the props room that the various devices needed for each event would be brought and assembled by well-trained and well-paid stagehands.

As Wanda examined her surroundings, she couldn’t help noticing that Evan was busy making himself familiar with her body. He had already weighed and tested the firmness of her breasts, and had tweaked her nipples hard. Now his right hand had strayed to her sex, where he was gently running his fingers through her labial lips. The buxom beauty dropped her own right hand down to Evan’s, and used her own index finger to push his index finger past her moist folds and into her sex, and then she leaned back against her escort as he explored her private passage.

Janet watched with interest as Wanda worked her escort like a whore with a rich and horny mark. Andy was gently cupping her own breasts, but his approach had been much slower and much more polite, and the spunky girl was very grateful for that. Janet looked to find her other heroine friends, and could see they were also having their breasts liberally felt up, except for Tara; she was blushing beet red and gasping as Kevin worked two fingers into her sex and occasionally brushed her pleasure button with his thumb. Janet hoped Tara could maintain her composure until the dart game started, her required participation thus giving the young Norwegian a brief respite. Janet wondered why the game hadn’t started already, and then smiled when she saw one of the Club X officers standing at the edge of the elevated booth above her right shoulder.

“Gentleman of Club X, wives, and guests,” the Grandmaster of Club X, a man in his late 60s who was fortunately wearing a robe of office, began with great formality, “we welcome you all to tonight’s revelry. For the over six hundred years of this club’s existence, we have started the night’s party off with a competition that clearly demonstrates the role of man, and the role of woman. It is man’s role, though there be relatively few of us on this shattered world, to lead the many women, to guide them, to breed with them, and, yes, to harvest their bounty when deemed ripe. It is woman’s role to follow the commands of men, to provide them with pleasure, to replenish the earth, and when the time is appropriate, to become first sow and then meat. Que up gentlemen, in the order dictated by the Master of the Games, and prepare to throw your darts. Que up women, who are now deemed sows, in the order dictated by the Mistress of the Games, and prepare to receive the darts. At the end of the game, the man with the best throws will convert the breasts of the sow that made the best target into bacon meat, signifying the ever-continuing post-apocalyptic life cycle for humans on this world.”

As the males began converging toward the front of the stage, where another robed elder had taken a position behind a podium-less lectern, the females began converging towards the staging room door nearest the front entrance to the main chamber. The heroines had managed to bunch up behind Marge, so that when they finally walked through the door to the staging room, the order was Marge, Sue, Janet, Zatanna, Wanda, Tara, and Beatriz. Just inside the side chamber was an old robed woman, probably in her late 60s, who was issuing armbands with numbers on them, and controlling a computer device.

“After you get your numbered armband, you put it on, and then face the wall, just there,” Marge explained, pointing to a small square glass plate in the far wall. “Your image will be recorded and cross-referenced with your assigned number. This number and random generators will determine your fate in any events you are entered into tonight, including this dart game and the lottery, the non-optional events. This number and the random generators are also used to determine your fate in the optional events, but ultimately it is your skill at getting your escort to enter you only into the events you find attractive that will make or break your time here tonight. Do I need to point out that, because they have an image of you with the numbered armband, removing the armband will only guarantee your quick conversion to meat?”

Marge received number 41, Sue 42, Janet 43, Zatanna 44, Wanda 45, Tara 46, and Beatriz received number 47. It seemed no attempt was being made to keep the numbers non-sequential. Soon the girls had had their images recorded and had moved further into the room. “Tara?” Beatriz asked softly, “I hope you are managing to have fun. I noticed that Kevin was being quite bold with you.”

Tara blushed beet red, and sputtered a reply in a quivering voice, “Yes…well…another minute…and he probably would have forced…me to climax. What am I to do…but cooperate? He controls…my fate…as my escort…here!”

“Tara is doing exactly what she needs to do, Beatriz,” Wanda quickly pointed out. “Pissing her escort off is only going to make him vindictive. We each need to play our fellahs according to their personalities, and hope that none of us has drawn someone with a real mean streak,” Wanda locked eyes with Zatanna, who nodded. “Besides, Tara wasn’t the only one with a bold escort,” Wanda continued with her own blush, “although I must admit that I was the one that pushed his finger into my sex.”

“Hush, girls,” Marge whispered. “The throws are about to begin, and you don’t want to suffer penalty throws if you fail to hear your number. That could easily doom your breasts!”

Beatriz was the first of the heroines to have her number called. She moved quickly to the target ports, pushed her brownish-tipped breasts trough, noticing how tight the portals were; this was a safety feature to make sure the darts couldn’t easily penetrate the chest cavity, as Club X didn’t want to draw undue attention by sending its members to the hospital with strange injuries. Beatriz quickly stared through the viewport at an oriental man in his late 30s who was just taking aim. As he made his first throw, her eyes followed the dart’s path as if the projectile was in slow motion, right until the long, sharply pointed dart shaft entered her right areola just inside and below her tender and erect turret. She made a slight gasping sound as she fought to control her reaction the intense, burning pain that accompanied the impalement of her breast. The pain had dulled, but was far from gone, as the Brazilian looked up to see a second dart already in the air; this dart bit into breast skin on the upper outside of her left globe, causing more pain associated with the puncturing of her flesh. Beatriz noted the look of disappointment on the man’s face; he was obviously frustrated with what he considered to be a bad throw. He went for the left breast again with his third throw, and the dart landed just under the girls’ areola. Beatriz smiled through the pain that followed the second impalement of her left mammary; the man had scored only a four against her, and she was certain there would be higher scores than that, given the number of targets. She waited while the score keeper finished recording the score, and then performed the second half of his job and plucked the steel from her orbs, before she eased her breasts out of the portal.

Several targets later, it was Janet’s turn to push her breasts through the ports, her brownish-pink nipples fully erect. The thrower was Sue’s escort, Dan. He winked at Janet as he prepared to throw. Janet grinned encouragingly at him. His first throw sank into her right breast, a half inch above her areola. Janet felt the sharp painful puncture, but didn’t allow the smile to leave her face. Dan nodded, took aim at Janet’s left breast, and threw. Janet tracked the dart all the way to her breast, and felt the bite of pain just under her left areola. Once again Janet refused to let the smile leave her face. Dan looked frustrated and a bit angry. He took careful aim, again at the left breast, and let his dart sail, this time with some zip on it. Janet heard a pain-filled hiss escape her lips as the dart sank into the nerve-rich center of her left nipple, but managed to maintain her smile as she mouthed ‘good throw’ to Dan. Janet was pulled from the ports with a five scored against her; she too was pretty sure her breasts were safe in this game.

A number of targets later, and it was Sue’s turn to push her fair-skinned breasts, tipped with turgid pinkish nipples, through the dart board ports. Sue looked out to find that she had drawn Bill Jennings as a thrower. The blonde heroine shivered; she couldn’t help thinking that Bill had probably spent a lot of time practicing darts, and was probably responsible for his wife finishing second rather than first on several occasions. She watched with concern on her face as Bill carefully aimed at her right breast and threw with perfect form. She tracked the dart without blinking as it flew true, and then Sue winced from the pain as the dart punctured her areola a quarter-inch under her right nipple. Sue stared at the vibrating dart imbedded in her boob for a fraction of a second, before looking up to watch Bill release his second throw, this one aimed at her left breast. The blonde winced again as she felt the impalement from the dart as it entered her left areola a quarter-inch above her erect nipple. She watched as Bill shook his head in disgust, aimed his final dart at her right breast, and released his throw in perfect form. The blonde heroine shivered in anticipation of intense pain as she carefully followed the darts path toward her tender flesh; Sue moaned loudly as the dart penetrated her right nipple and its concomitant nerve bundle, just right of center. Sue Richards was worried; Bull Jennings had scored a seven against her!

As luck would have it, Tara’s number was called next, and soon her pinkish-tipped breasts had been slid through the debreasting ports. The thrower was a young man who looked to be age 18 and very nervous. His first throw stuck in the dart board between Tara’s breasts. His second throw caught the Norwegian’s right breast just to the left of her areola, bringing a sharp ‘eeep’ from her lips, as she felt the deep penetrating pain of the puncture wound, and causing her nipples to become erect for the first time. The young man grinned in satisfaction, and his penis slowly became erect as he considered the pain he had just inflicted upon a beautiful girl. One of the men behind the dart thrower whispered something to the young man, probably ‘get on with it, we don’t have all night’, and the third dart hit outside and low of Tara’s left breast. Tara had escaped with only a one scored against her.

Kevin, Tara’s escort was in the middle of the crowd of throwers with a frown on his face. He felt his ward had got off too easy in this game.

A few targets later and Marge was up next. Her thrower was Mike Simon, one of her husband’s most serious rivals in the nightclub industry, although he focused on providing a full range of cuts from living girls displaying their meat right at the patrons’ tables, rather than offering debreasting games and bacon sandwiches. Marge knew Mike was a good player, and that she was at risk. His first shot proved that, as it skewered her erect, pinkish-brown right nipple. Marge smiled and nodded at Mike, mouthing, ‘Great shot!’ Mike smiled and nodded, and took careful aim again, this time at Marge’s left breast. He fired, and he and Marge both watched the trajectory as the dart’s path was true to her left breast. Marge was pretty sure the tip of the dart had actually grazed her hard left nipple, but when the scorekeeper checked the hit, he ruled, “Areola.” Mike frowned, and threw for the left breast again, perhaps too quickly, for he had to settle for areola again. Marge took the familiar pain graciously; she actually felt lucky to only have had a seven scored against her.

Many targets later, it was Wanda’s turn to scrape her breasts and erect pinkish-brown nipples through the dart board portals. As Wanda looked out to her thrower, she found herself looking at Janet’s escort, Andy, the professional quarterback. Wanda smiled and nodded to Andy who grinned sheepishly and nodded back. With a quick flick of his wrist, Andy centered his first dart in Wanda’s left nipple. The burning pain in her breast’s nerve bundle elicited a low moan of pain from the auburn-haired beauty, but the heroine had little time to dwell on it as Andy had already flicked his second dart at her right breast. As Wanda tracked the dart, she knew its flight was true, which was suddenly confirmed by the burning pain in her right breast. This brought the buxom heroines fear-filled blue eyes to the dart centered in her right nipple, as she heard herself moan again in pain. The heroine couldn’t help feel a sense of déjà vu, because less than a week earlier she had said she would be happy to return to the future even if she was to be debreasted at the end of this very inaugural event. One good throw from Andy, and it looked like that she would indeed be the one over the cutting board. She looked up from the dart in her nipple, to Andy, who had waited for the girl to come to grips with her situation. He saw brave resolve in her eyes, and decided he wanted to see more of it. He flicked his last dart into breast skin a half inch to the right and below Wanda’s left areola. The final score against Wanda was seven. Wanda felt intensely relieved and lucky as she scraped herself out of the dart board ports and rubbed her sore breasts; she wasn’t perceptive enough to know that Andy had hit his intended mark all three times with the darts.

With only a few targets and throwers left to play, it was finally Zatanna’s turn to squish her brownish-pink-tipped breasts through the dart board portals. Zatanna noted that Tara’s escort Kevin was the thrower, and her nipples became rock hard as she recognized the gleeful viciousness on the man’s face. Kevin brought his arm back and rocketed his first dart into Zatanna’s left breast, causing the whole orb to quiver and shake from impact as the dark-haired beauty issued a moan of pain. The scorekeeper checked carefully and ruled, “Areola, just barely, nipple high, outside edge.” Kevin brought his hand back again and zinged another dart into Zatanna’s left breast, once again with enough force to visible disturb the fleshy globe and bring another moan of pain from the girl. As Zatanna regained her composure, she realized that this throw was also close to the edge of her left areola, this time on the inside edge. “Areola!” the scorekeeper ruled. Kevin quickly wound up and rocketed his last throw. A loud moan of pain from the target told everyone without looking that the dart had found Zatanna’s left nipple. Another seven had been scored, this time against Zatanna! Zatanna waited patiently as the scorekeeper carefully eased the deeply buried darts out the tip of her left mammary, before pulling her moneymakers out of the tight portals.

Soon, all of the targets and throwers had taken their turn. The Master of the Games stepped up to his lectern and announced, “Gentleman of Club X, the high score in round 1 is seven, and I have six such scores. In order of their reaching said score, those men moving on to the next round are Tyler Roberts, Bill Jennings, Mike Simon, Jake Ringhold, Andy Summers, and Kevin McStiff. Congratulations gentleman! Mistress of the Games, will you send the six sows that had sevens scored against them to the back of the stage in this chamber, and then release your remaining sows to become girls and spectators as this event continues.”

The elderly robed woman called out, “Sows 24, 42, 41, 9, 45, and 44, take your position in the order I listed your numbers at the back of the stage by filing out of the far door and then walking to the front of the chamber. The rest of you are temporarily returned to girl status and may watch the next rounds knowing your own breasts are safe, at least in this game.”

Janet stood with Beatriz, Tara, and two of the girls’ escorts near the middle right of the galleries as their three friends stood at the back of the stage in front of the dart board ports. “Wow,” Beatriz exclaimed in a low muffled voice, “I can’t believe three of us made the next round, along with Mr. Jennings’ wife. It looks like there is a fifty percent that chance one of us will be debreasted in the first event of the evening!”

“Yes, that would really blow!” Janet concurred. The spunky heroine looked thoughtful for a minute before adding, “Well, unless it’s Wanda! It never stops being fun to watch Wanda’s moneymakers get popped.”

Tara stared with horror-filled eyes at Janet and asked in all seriousness, “You want to see Wanda get debreasted on a cutting board, instead of at Final Fantasy where they have the orgasmatron beams?” She turned red when Janet and Beatriz struggled to control giggles. “Oh!” Tara said as the realization hit. “You were just being facetious!”

Chapter 4. The Dart Game Finals

The Master of the Games stepped to his lectern, and said, “Gentlemen of Club X, wives, guests, and sows, we have worked out a fair order for the throwers; you sows will re-enter the staging room and take the ports in your current order. Mistress of the Games, make note of that. May the best thrower pluck the bacon from one of these sow’s chests.”

From the doorway to the staging area nearest the chamber’s main entrance, the old robed woman nodded. She waved at the girls on the stage, who had been listening over the past several minutes to whispered bets from the crowd as to which set of breasts would be pillowed on the cutting board at the end of the game, and called out, “Come ye here, sows! We have men in need of targets, and a kitchen in need of meat. All of you will provide the former; only one of you will provide the latter, at least for now!”

As the six remaining target girls rushed into the staging area, sow 24, the wife of one of the club members, Stacy by name, was ushered to the portals. The blue-eyed brunette, just barely 18 in age, quickly thrust her smallish B cups through the portals and looked out to see which thrower she had drawn. It was Mike Simon, who obviously was disappointed with his draw. Not only did Stacy have smallish breasts, but she had small areolas for the size of her breasts. He had to be impressed with the skill of the man who had put the girl into this round, Tyler Roberts.

Mike took careful aim at Stacy’s left breast and made his throw. It was a good hit, near the center of the breast, but definitely not nipple and possible not areola. He nodded to the scorekeeper to give him the call, and heard the judge call back, “Close to the outside edge of the areola, but breast skin.” Mike nodded, and carefully aimed at the right breast of the girl. He released, and was rewarded with a hit that was clearly in the girl’s light brownish areola. He took his third dart and carefully aimed again at the girl’s left breast. The throw was true, and well enough centered in the girl’s orb, but he again had to wait for the call. “Close again,” the scorekeeper called back, “but breast skin. Your score, sir, is four.” Mike Simon stepped back dejected.

Sue stepped quickly up to the portals for her second turn as target, and pushed her mammaries through to the business side of the wall. Her erect nipples perked even harder as she looked out to see that the very handsome 24 year old with red hair and green eyes, Jake Ringhold, was her thrower. Jake took careful aim at her right breast and let the dart fly. Sue watched the dart fly towards her breast like a baseball player looking in a catch, and moaned in pain as it skewered her nipple dead center. ‘Not a good start for this round,’ Sue thought as she looked at the cruel steel shaft protruding from her nipple. Evidently, Jake thought it was a pretty good throw too, for he grinned as his penis twitched from flaccid to semi-erect, and got a bit cocky as he threw too quickly at Sue’s left breast and drew only breast skin. Sue still yelped from the impact, but grinned at her dart thrower through her window. If he missed color once more, she would most likely be safe. Sue’s demeanor seemed to get to her thrower, for his next dart again missed color on her left breast. Sue would have to hope that a four would be a low score this round.

Marge stepped up to the dart board ports and stuffed her large breasts through the holes. She looked out and saw that she had drawn Tyler Roberts as her thrower. She knew Tyler was a great dart thrower, and that the chances were good this would be her last round of darts ever. She smiled encouragingly at her husband’s longtime friend as he took aim. With careful precision, Tyler let his dart fly and was rewarded with a quiet yelp as his dart was clearly in Marge’s left areola. He switched to the right breast, and, after a careful aim, let fly again. Again, he clearly had brownish pink areola, and was rewarded as Marge’s nipples swelled rock hard in reaction to the extreme jeopardy her moneymakers were in. Tyler shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Marge, who mouthed the words, ‘Go for a bulls-eye!’ Tyler nodded, took careful aim, and threw. As Marge watched the flight of the dart towards her left breast, she knew before the dart landed that her nipple had been skewered. Bill Jennings’ wife yelped in pain and looked down to see the steel impaling her left nipple, only slightly inside of dead center. Tyler had scored a seven on Marge; he was in the position of possibly winning the right to debreast his friend’s wife.

Sow 9, another wife of a club member, was a slender brown-eyed blonde with fair-sized breasts by the name of Lisa. She had drawn Kevin McStiff as her thrower. Kevin took careful aim, and zinged his first dart into Lisa’s left pinkish areola, causing the girl’s breast to bounce with the impact and the girl herself to howl in pain. He grinned and flicked his next dart at the same breast with authority, growling as the dart was released, realizing there had been a slight catch in his motion. Lisa groaned in pain as the dart hit the far outside edge of her left breast. She knew she had taken steel into a chest muscle below the white meat. Kevin was angry that he had messed up his shot, but still took careful aim with his final shot. He rocketed the dart into Lisa’s right breast, and was rewarded with a solid cry of pain as it landed in her areola and made her breast wobble. Lisa was going to be happy with the five scored against her; Kevin wished he could take back one throw.

After Lisa was pulled out of the portals, Wanda pushed her breasts through, and looked out to see she had drawn Bill Jennings as a thrower. Wanda knew that Bill would be throwing his best darts in an attempt to spare his wife a debreasting. She smiled encouragingly at Bill; the auburn-haired girl really hoped he could pull it off. Wanda watched as Bill took careful aim at her right breast, and flicked his dart towards her. As she tracked the darts flight, she knew it was a good throw, and watched wide-eyed as it entered her right areola, just a fraction of an inch inside her erect, pinkish-brown nipple. As Wanda looked up to see that Bill was already taking aim at her left breast, she realized that she had been holding her breath since Bill’s windup for his first thrown. As Bill released his second dart, Wanda finally breathed out, and yelped as the dart impaled the areola of her left breast, once again missing the nipple by a small fraction of an inch.

Bill Jennings shook his head. He could only go for a tie now, and would need a perfect throw to manage that. He took careful aim at the left breast again, and fired his dart. Wanda’s loud pain-filled yelp told him what he needed to know. He had scored a seven on the big breasted heroine from the 21^st Century. Marge wasn’t breastless yet!

Wanda moaned in pain as she looked down at the dart that had impaled the very center of her left nipple. Unless Andy Summers could score enough points to debreast Zatanna, she and Marge were going to take at least three more darts each. Wanda waited patiently for the scorekeeper to pull the steel from her flesh.

As Wanda eased her sore boobs out of the target portals, Zatanna pushed her own breasts through. She looked out and smiled at Andy Summers. She had not failed to notice his intentional miss on Wanda’s color the previous round. She watched as Andy took careful aim, and then flicked his wrist. Zatanna tracked the dart all the way into her left nipple and yelped in pain as the nipple was impaled dead center. ‘Darn, this guy is good,’ she thought to herself. Then she watched as he prepared his next throw, and suddenly flicked his wrist; the raven-haired beauty heard herself yelp again, and looked down to see her right nipple punctured, again dead center. Zatanna looked up and mouthed, ‘Nice throw’ and then smiled. Zatanna knew that if Andy drew color on his third throw, it would be the cutting board for her balloons. If he went for breast skin, as he had with Wanda, it would be a three way tie. She watched as Andy paused to reason things through, and instinctively knew what he was thinking. She wasn’t at all surprised when, after taking careful aim, Andy’s third dart hit the dart board between her two vulnerable breasts. Zatanna and Andy’s score were both a second best six this round. Zatanna would keep her breasts for now.

The Master of the Games stepped forward to the lectern and said loudly, “Gentlemen of the club, wives, guests, and sows, we have a second tie round, the score once again seven. The high scoring throwers are Tyler Roberts and Bill Jennings, in order of reaching that score. The sows still in play are sows 41 and 45. Mistress of the Games, the other four sows, once again girls, may be released to join the audience. In the interest of time, due to the number of rounds played, we will not have the at-risk sows stand before us on the stage; instead we will proceed directly to the next round. Sows, maintain the same order of taking the target ports. Scorekeeper, tell me, which thrower is first?”

Several men, including Tyler Roberts, stepped forward to whisper into the Master of the Games’ ear, and he could be seen to be nodding. He stepped again up to the lectern, and said loudly, “Gentlemen of the club, wives, guests, and sows, we have a most unusual situation. Bill Jennings has already used sow 45 as a target, and is married to sow 41. Sorry Bill, you have been disqualified as a thrower, due to your relationship with sow 41. Second highest scorer, Andy Summers will take your place, and will be throwing at sow 41, as Tyler Roberts has already used that sow as a target. I believe this means that you are up, Andy, as soon as sow 41 has taken her position.”

Bill Jennings could be seen nodding as the decision was made, and then turned toward the dart portals and shrugged at his wife. He had done his best, and now it was up to Tyler to see to it that Wanda was debreasted instead of Marge, his friend Bill’s wife.

From her position with her friends in the gallery, Zatanna whispered, “If Andy would have turned it into a three way tie, by scoring breast skin on me, his target still would have been Marge. That is why he went for the dart board. My money says Andy scores a nine this round!”

Sue whispered back, “Are you saying, you think he gave you a pass on purpose?”

Zatanna nodded, before answering, “Yes, and Wanda the round before. However, I have no idea why.”

Dan, who was standing behind Sue, playing with her breasts, said softly enough that likely only the girls could hear him, “It might have something to do with his younger sister visiting Final Fantasy with some friends the week before last. She played one of his booth games and had her bacon poached. He wasn’t too happy about that. None of you heard that from me, though…or else…right?” He watched as the girls all nodded silently.

Wanda gave Marge a hug, as Mrs. Jennings prepared to push her targets through to the dart board side of the portals. “Brave heart, Marge!” Wanda urged softly. “You’ve been in this position before, and have come through just fine. Just for the record, I won’t mind it one bit if you are soon stretching my breasts out on the cutting board as the cutting blade is slowly lowered to pop my balloons.”

Marge laughed, and then smiled at Wanda as she quipped, “Either way this goes down, my husband won’t be happy. He was hoping that you would demonstrate a debreasting method someone else by the name of Wanda had suggested earlier this week. Still, good luck to you to, and stretch my boobs well if I lose and you are the one holding nipples on the other side of the cutting board.”

Marge quickly stepped forward and eased her sore breasts through the portals. She looked out to see Andy Summers fingering his darts. Marge noted that Andy, like many of the other men in the chamber, was now sporting a magnificent erection. This phenomenon always presented itself when the audience finally realized that a lovely pair of breasts was about to become bacon. Marge smiled and nodded to Andy, to let him know she was ready.

Andy nodded to the brave and smiling face behind the glass, and smiled shyly back. He shrugged, and got ready to throw the first dart, making sure to keep his pent up emotions in check. This wasn’t about the girl behind the window; this was about flesh and blood, and the need to gain some compensation for his sister’s loss. He flicked the first dart at Marge’s left nipple.

Marge watched wide-eyed as she tracked the dart to her breast, and moaned loudly in pain and disappointment as the darts steel point impaled the center of her left nipple, causing the nerve bundle there to protest vigorously. She looked up to see that Andy was already prepared to make his next throw. She smiled and nodded to let him know she was ready. She watched as the dart thrower took careful aim, this time obviously focused on her right mammary. With a flick of the man’s wrist, the dart was sailing towards the bulls-eye of Marge’s right boob, and there was never any doubt in her mind that the aim was true. Marge sang out again in pain and disappointment as her right nipple was suddenly impaled with cold steel. This time the point had entered the nipple slightly high and to the outside.

Andy waited while Marge stared wide-eyed at his hit, and realized she already had six scored against her with yet another throw to go. The smile on the girl’s face was now obviously forced, but still she nodded to indicate she was ready for the next throw. Andy almost regretted what he was about to do, but he was a professional athlete, and put such thoughts out of his mind.

Marge watched helplessly as Andy prepared his final throw. She had a sense that the man was gunning for her, or her husband rather, which meant it was unlikely that she would see a seventh second-place finish. As Andy took careful aim, Marge held her breath. She continued to hold her breath as the quarterback flicked his wrist and the dart swiftly flew towards Mrs. Jennings’ right breast. Marge let out a loud gasp of surprise as the nerve bundle leading to her right nipple once again delivered the message of intense pain to her brain. She heard the audience erupt into a roar of applause and discussion, and looked down to see a second dart impaling her right nipple, this time slightly low and to the inside. Andy Summers had scored a perfect nine against Marge.

With a look of hopeless resignation on her face, and tears streaming from her eyes, Marge waited patiently while the scorekeeper gently worked the steel dart shafts out of her breasts. A score of nine was nearly unheard of in this game, for nipples are much smaller than the traditional dart board bulls-eye. Mrs. Jennings held little hope that Tyler could match Andy’s effort. She began to prepare herself for the inevitable—the cruel touch of the cutting blade atop her tender boobs. When the scorekeeper had finally retrieved the three darts, she pulled free of the target portals and gave Wanda a hard hug, saying, “Good luck, girl; you’ll need it later more than now, I’ll wager.”

Wanda hugged back in silence, not knowing what to say, and then pushed her sore breasts through the portals to the dart board side of the room. Wanda looked out to see Tyler Roberts standing ready to make his throws; the man’s phallus was positively turgid. Wanda knew Tyler wanted to inflict pain upon her, and why he wanted to do so; he was one of only three men in this century that knew she was the 21^st Century’s Scarlet Witch. Men of all centuries loved to hurt and demean heroines.

Wanda smiled out to Tyler as her nipples became erect buttons, and nodded to let him know she was ready. Tyler smiled back and readied his throw with a careful aim. The man executed a perfect throw and both he and Wanda watched the dart sail toward her right breast. Wanda yelped with the impact and looked down to see the dart near the center of her breast, but just inside of her right nipple. The scorekeeper saw it too, and proclaimed loudly, “Areola!”

The Master of the Games stepped forward to his lectern and pronounce loudly, “Gentlemen of the Club, wives, guests, and sow 41, Andy Summers has won tonight’s dart contest, and the duty to debreast sow 41 so that she may deliver her bacon to the kitchen. Girl wearing number 45, as second-place target it is your duty to assist in the debreasting of sow 41, and then escort her to the kitchen as she carries her bacon to be donated to Club X as food. Mistress of the Games, instruct your charges to proceed as appropriate.”

“Wait a minute,” Tyler Roberts protested loudly, “I still have two more darts to stick in that sow’s tits. I may not be able to win, but I’ll have the satisfaction of hearing her yelp!”

“Tyler Roberts,” the Master of the Games replied sternly with obvious formality, “the game is over, and the rest of the chamber will gain no benefit in watching you inflict pain for pain’s sake. Pain without purpose brings not obedience from woman, sexual pleasure, offspring, or food. Leave it!”

Wanda watched the scorekeeper pluck the dart from her breast, pulled her breasts out of the target portals, and turned to see that the Mistress of the Games had suddenly dropped her formality and was giving Marge a hug. The old woman softly said, “Be brave, girl, and help this one do the duty you have performed often enough.”

The Mistress of the Games nodded to Wanda, and commanded, “Lead her to the far door at the end of this room, and then back to the stage area where the cutting board should be waiting with Andy Summers standing on the business side of it. Turn her over to Andy, and then stand on the opposite side. When he says he is ready, you must pull as much of her flesh over the board as possible. Then escort her first to the kitchen, where she herself must donate her own breasts as meat, and then to the medical treatment booth.” Wanda nodded to the Mistress of the Games, and led Marge away in silence.

Soon, Wanda and Marge reached the cutting board table. The table had a long cutting blade attached to its left corner on its cutting side; the blade possessed a long, wooden handle on its free end. Marge was pallid and looked like she might faint. Wanda glanced up to Andy with a concerned look on her face, and watched as he nodded. Andy gently took Marge’s right wrist and said softly, but authoritatively, “Over here, sow! You should just lean against the furniture while I tie your hands behind your back.”

Wanda watched in surprise from the far side of the furniture as Marge silently did as she was told. Soon, Andy had Marge’s hands secured behind her back with twine, and was using his body to force the woman’s chest up against the cutting board. The professional athlete then used his hands to pillow the woman’s large breasts atop the cutting board, and then reached for the handle of the cutting blade, that was positioned vertically on the left corner of the furniture, with his left hand, while undoing the safety catch with his right hand. Andy lowered the blade by its handle with his left hand, until he could take the handle in his right hand, still above Marge’s eye level.

Andy then took his left hand and dipped his fingers into a small container attached to the front edge of the cutting table. He held his hand up so everyone in the chamber could see the small scoop of lubricant, and then whispered to Wanda, “Stretch her breasts out, so she won’t try to buck as I enter her.”

Wanda gasped slightly and then did as she was told, thinking, ‘Mr. Jennings wanted to feel me clench and flutter around his member as I was debreasted earlier this week. Now he will be watching his wife get the same treatment tonight.’ Wanda could see Mr. Jennings in the crowd in front of her, but off to one side. He was wearing a frown, and there were tears on his face and in his eyes.

Andy rubbed and prodded with his left hand for a moment, and then paused, evidently to position the tip of his large and turgid manhood against the rosebud of Marge’s sphincter, and then he began pushing himself against the girl’s back door. Marge grunted loudly, but did her best to cooperate. She was, after all, a child of this century. Soon, Andy had his member buried to the hilt in the girl’s ass. He made no attempt to pump his member in and out of the girl. He wasn’t trying to have sex with the sow. He was merely using his tool as a thermometer to gauge her pain and loss as she was debreasted.

“Okay, Wanda,” Andy grunted, “you should pull tight and hold her firmly. We are going to do this nice and slow. Isn’t that how a good debreasting is supposed to work?” Andy slowly lowered the handle of the cutting blade, holding Marge’s head out of the way with his left hand on her forehead, until its razor sharp edge touched the upper outside of Marge’s left breast. Andy then released Mrs. Jennings’ head so she could see what was happening to her has the debreasting proceeded.

“Take a deep breath, sow,” Andy suggested, “I’ve heard from someone I trust that this is really going to hurt!” Andy lowered the blade slowly, and, along with Marge and Wanda and the rest of the chamber, watched as the flesh atop the base of her breast parted on either side of the blade, leaving a thin line of red. Marge screamed in pain and fear, but didn’t protest or beg, as the blade continued to be lowered. To his surprise, Andy enjoyed the sensation of Mrs. Jennings’ sphincter rhythmically milking his member as he slowly lowered the blade. Soon, the blade edge touched the top of the sow’s right breast, meaning her left balloon was slightly more than half popped, the sow moaning loudly in pain and watching wide-eyed as the procedure was forced upon her. Seconds later, Marge’s right breast was halfway done, and her left breast was attached by only a thin strip of flesh in its lower left hand corner. The girl was gasping in pain and fear, but still never took her eyes off of the descending blade. Finally, the blade bottomed out, and Marge watched Wanda slide her breasts slightly away from her chest to verify that the orbs had come free to become bacon. Marge gasped and gagged with pain and emotion as she realized she had truly been debreasted. Andy felt the violent clenching and fluttering around his member as this happened, and couldn’t help himself; he discharged a load of hot male seed into Marge’s rectum. He wanted to scream to the world that the great Bill Jennings’ wife had been debreasted, like thousands of other girls had been at the man’s club, but Andy held his tongue.

Andy pulled his member out of Marge’s ass and watched as his discharge began to ooze down the girl’s thighs. The athlete released his grip on the cutting blade and backed away from the debreasted girl, trying to remember his formal lines. “Master of the Games, sow 41 made a good target for my darts, and in reward she has been allowed to give her fruit to Club X. In so doing, she has become both debreasted girl and harvested bacon. Take your bacon to the kitchen, girl; we thank you for your sacrifice and for your gift of meat.”

Marge slowly stopped sobbing and picked up her severed breasts by their nipples. As she started towards the kitchen, Andy nodded at Wanda, reminding her of her duty as escort. Wanda couldn’t believe it. These people were going to make the debreasted woman deliver her own freshly severed flesh to the kitchen to become food!

Chapter 5. Social Hour at Club X

Wanda returned to the stage area of the main chamber, after dropping off Marge at the medical treatment booth where Bill Jennings was waiting, to find her friends grouped together with the girls’ escorts, including Wanda’s guardian, Evan Hall. She held up a small packet containing a tissue wetted with a special sterilizing and pain killing solution that was supposed to also help in the rapid healing of puncture wounds, and said matter-of-factly, “They have these kits at the medical booth for us targets to use. Anyone need one?”

“No, we have all used one of those kits earlier, Wanda,” Sue replied softly, as she leaned back against Dan as he continued to paw her breasts. “They passed them out while they were setting up the cutting board table. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine!” Wanda said sternly. “I’ll be better once I get this solution rubbed into my breasts.” Wanda gave Evan a sultry look and then smiled, before she whispered into his ear, “I’ll make it up to you if you could give a girl a hand with this…well actually…two hands.”

Evan whispered back with a wide grin, “I would be glad to help a lady in need, but you should know that you are going to get that chance to make it up to me sooner than you might think.” Evan took the packet from Wanda, ripped it open, turned the girl so she faced away from him, and began gently wiping down every centimeter of her tender breasts.

Wanda looked to Janet, who had one arm wrapped around a reciprocating Andy. “Your escort is one heck of a dart thrower, Janet,” Wanda said with a grin, “Great throwing, Andy!”

“Thanks, Wanda,” Andy said softly. “Janet and I were just talking about some bitch named Tammy, and the fact that you don’t always feel so great about winning some of these games or taking someone’s breasts.”

“One throw a little closer to color, Wanda,” Zatanna said softly, “and you or I could have been over that cutting board.” She laughed and smiled broadly, “We have some talent in this group. Three of us girls made it to the second round as targets, and three of our handsome escorts made it to the second round as throwers. That includes you, Tyler,” Zatanna said glancing back at the man who was deep in thought as he massaged her breasts. “You came close to winning the whole thing!”

“Thank you, Zatanna,” Tyler answered quickly, bringing his attention back to the matter at hand. “I do my best whenever I can. The social period will start soon. I’ll demonstrate some other skills then.” Tyler winked at Ted Stevens, who was struggling to maintain his composure as he felt up Beatriz’s breasts while she was doing something else to him with her hands at his crotch behind her back. All Ted could manage was a shy smile and a nod.

Tara in the meantime, was back to trying to survive Kevin’s renewed assault on her sex. Janet couldn’t help but notice, and went for a distraction. “Kevin, you made it to the second round as well,” the spunky heroine said softly. “I’ll bet you have won the dart contest before.”

“Actually, no I haven’t,” Kevin admitted. “My hard throws are a poor style for winning. They make a really cool sound when they land, though. Don’t you think, Zatanna?”

Zatanna laughed, and replied with amusement in her voice, “Indeed they do, Kevin. They also make the scorekeeper work his butt off when he has to retrieve the darts from a girl’s breast. You did well for yourself.”

Meanwhile, Wanda watched as Bill Jennings escorted the bandaged Marge out of the main chamber to the Club X Lobby. He was either taking Marge to get medical treatment, or was taking her to his chauffer for his employee to see to Marge’s needs. Wanda hoped it was the former, even though that would leave her and her friends without a ride when the time came, and perhaps in a bit more jeopardy from the men of Club X than they already were in.

Suddenly, Tyler looked up to the elder’s booth and quipped, “Ahh, it’s about time. My dear Zatanna, I want to poke you with something only slightly softer than steel, and that is going to be officially sanctioned in mere seconds!” He watched as Zatanna blushed, but managed to maintain her smile, and then nodded to the Grandmaster at the edge of the booth above them.

“Gentleman of Club X, wives, and guests,” the Grandmaster of Club X called out, interrupting the banter in the chamber, “now it is time for us all to get to know each other, intimately. For the over six hundred years of this club’s existence, we have followed the dart game with a social period designed to signify the respective roles of man and women in replenishing the human population on this post-apocalyptic world. It is the role of the few men to spread their seed far and wide, enjoying the carnal pleasures of doing so to the upmost. It is the role of the many women to never refuse the sexual advances of man, for they most keep the men interested in spreading their precious seed so that as many females as possible will be born to bear children of their own or to become part of the food supply. Pity the female that hesitates in fulfilling this role, for it would fall upon the men around her to see to it that she is punished for her selfishness. Let now the orgy of replenishment and rite of punishment begin.”

As soon as the Grandmaster had finished his ritualistic speech, thin rolled mats were being passed out to the crowd. The men quickly untied the rolls and laid the mats on the floor. Tyler Roberts, having finished with his mat, quickly grabbed Zatanna’s right hand as he lowered himself to the mat to lie on his back, and commanded, “Mount me girl, and fuck me slowly. This position will leave your other orifices available for use by other club members. Many of the married men will leave their wives to their own devices during this event.”

Zatanna quickly did as she was told, carefully positioning the tip of Tyler’s turgid manhood between her labial lips before she lowered her hips to his, forcing his member into her moist, but tight, vagina. “Good lord, you’re really a well-hung bloke, Tyler,” the raven-haired heroine moaned as she took her escort’s endowment into her sex. Zatanna glanced to her right to see that Evan Hall, like most of the club members, had also pulled Wanda atop him so that she was also available for use by multiple men.

Janet had also noticed the trend, but was hoping to have a more monogamous experience with Andy Summers. “Is it allowed for me to take the bottom position, Andy? I’m sure it is considered selfish of me, but I would like to experience your love making without distractions.”

“I’m fine with that, Janet,” Andy whispered back, “but I doubt a fine looking girl like you is going avoid the rest of the guys for long.” As Janet quickly took her face up position on the mat, Andy lowered his body over her and positioned the tip of his huge phallus against her sex. Andy smiled as Janet moaned loudly in pleasure as he slowly pushed his manhood into her sex. Having already ejaculated once with Marge, Andy knew he was going to be able to last for a good long while as he made love to Janet.

Meanwhile Sue, having seen Janet’s ploy, smiled sexily at Dan Ackerman while nodding to the mat Janet and Andy were on. The blonde heroine whispered, “That looks like fun to me! What do you think?”

“Sorry, Sue,” Dan said softly, “Andy may or may not get away with that, but I’m not willing to even look like I’m not willing to share you with other club members.” Dan then lowered himself to the mat and pulled the disappointed, and blushing, blonde atop him. Sue knew better than to continue to fight her fate, and quickly had Andy’s manhood inside her. Soon, she was slowly copulating with her escort.

Beatriz, meanwhile was on her knees on a mat before Ted Stevens, and was eagerly performing fellatio on him. Ted moaned in obvious pleasure. He knew a talented mouth when he felt one!

Kevin McStiff took one long look at Ted and Beatriz, turned to Tara, and commanded, “Get on your knees, girl, and give me your best blow job. Any less than your best, and I’ll flay your tits with a whip!” He watched as a look of horror filled his ward’s face, thinking it was due to his threat of violence.

Tara was terrified, but not from the threat of being whipped. She was having fear of performance issues. She had never had a penis in her mouth before, and wasn’t sure she would know what to do. She knew she had no choice, however, and replied in a soft cracking voice, “Yes sir, Kevin!” Tara dropped quickly to her knees on their mat, and began nibbling on Kevin’s glans.

Meanwhile, Bill Jennings had returned from escorting Marge to his chauffer, who was presently taking Marge to the destination she had insisted on. Her wounds were to be bandaged at Final Fantasy. Bill looked from one heroine to another, trying to decide what to do. In spite of the unfortunate events of the night, he was not going to miss out on this chance to sample some superheroine sex. He had already had sex with Wanda earlier in the week when he had first met Wanda, Janet, and Sue at Final Fantasy, so, as Janet, Beatriz, and Tara were in less than optimal positions for multiple partners, he had to choose between Sue and Zatanna. Walking quickly to Sue, he placed his right hand under her chin and softly urged, “Give me a little head, Sue, to get me lubricated. Then I’m afraid I’m going to take you from behind.”

Sue gasped, and looked up wide-eyed as she did her best to continue bucking atop Dan’s hips. She blushed beet red as she softly replied, “Okay, Bill, I doubt I was going to be able to avoid anal sex during the entire orgy anyhow. If someone has to do it to me, it might as well be someone I know and like.” Sue then took Bill’s hard erection into her mouth and began sucking avidly on it. A few seconds later, she pushed her head forward, allowing the manhood to slide to the back of her mouth and into her throat.

Bill groaned loudly and then proclaimed, “God you are good, Sue. I’m ready now!” Mr. Jennings circled behind Sue, positioned the tip of his glans against the blonde heroine’s back door, and slowly began pushing. He felt the girl do her best to relax her sphincter muscle, and this allowed him to slide into her tight orifice. Soon, Bill’s phallus was buried to the hilt in the bucking blonde’s ass.

Sue moaned in pleasure from Dan’s manhood inside her sex, and groaned in discomfort from Bill’s relentless plundering of her anus. Then she gasped in surprise as she saw a third turgid penis wavering before her face. This one belonged to the dreamy Jake Ringhold. Sue opened her mouth and eagerly accepted the triple teaming.

Meanwhile, Beatriz had finished making quick work of Ted Steven’s fellatio, and was swallowing his hot load of seed. Ted quickly pulled out of the Brazilian girl’s hot mouth, exclaiming, “God you are one hell of a cock sucker, Beatriz!” Ted glanced up to a pair of men standing nearby and chortled, “Phil, Larry, you two should come over here and give this hottie a spin. My attention is required elsewhere!” As Phil pushed Beatriz atop Larry so that he could take the girl’s ass, Ted walked away.

Janet glance to the right, as she moaned in pleasure from Andy’s hard pounding of her sex to see that Wanda was now also being triple teamed with each of her orifices being filled with manhood. She glanced to her left to see Tara struggling to give head to a frowning Kevin McStiff. Then she felt Andy pick up the pace of his fornication, and she knew it wouldn’t be too long before he came.

At Bill Tyler’s mat, Zatanna had just gasped loudly. She twisted her head backwards to see Ted Stevens positioning his penis against her sphincter, and quipped, “Oh, good, I was beginning to think I was going to miss out on the more sordid forms of sex!”

“Not a chance of that happening,” Ted said with a laugh. “I’m going to ream you really good! You might want to look forward now, though. You have additional business to take care of.” Ted watched as Zatanna twisted her head and gasped as Mike Simon pushed his manhood into her mouth. Then Ted pushed his erect penis violently past Zatanna’s sphincter and watched as fear filled Mike’s eyes as he felt the raven-haired beauties teeth begin to close as she experienced the painful entry. This wasn’t Zatanna’s first orgy, however, so she managed to avoid breaking the skin of the phallus in her mouth.

At Wanda’s mat, all three of her male companions were moaning with looks of concentration on their faces, obviously about to dump their loads into her orifices. That suited Wanda just fine, as she had been on the brink of climax for several minutes. She let the climax wash over her body and began to sigh around the manhood in her mouth. All three men knew what was happening, and this pushed them over the edge; they filled the auburn-haired girl’s orifices with their hot seed.

Janet moaned as Andy brought her to orgasm, and kissed the man atop her. He was still pummeling his manhood into her sex. She glanced over to Tara’s mat, as she heard Kevin complain loudly, “I don’t know where you received sex education, girl, but your skills at oral sex are lousy. You better know how to fuck, or you are really going to be one sorry bitch.” Janet felt sorry for the Norwegian girl, who looked crestfallen as she was pulled atop Kevin on the mat.

Over at Sue’s mat, the blonde was blushing as Jake Ringhold pulled out of her mouth and sprayed her face with his cum. She didn’t have time to worry about the debasement, however, because both Bill and Dan began seeding their respective orifices. Sue couldn’t help herself, as she sighed loudly in climax. She thought, ‘God I hope Reed never learns of this. It is one thing to be gang raped, but coming to Club X voluntarily, knowing an orgy was likely to take place, is so much like cheating on my husband!’

Tara was starting to feel better about herself as she raised and lowered her sex on Kevin’s stiff phallus. He had finally stopped frowning and looked like he was enjoying the extremely tight vagina around his manhood. Then Tara gasped and twisted her head to see the young man who had darted her earlier preparing to have anal sex with her. She had to fight the urge to tell the boy no; she knew she had to let the club member go where no man had gone before. Tara knew she was going to experience anal sodomy!

Janet climaxed again as she felt Andy finally spray his hot semen into her vagina. She kissed Andy again and pulled his body tight to hers. She knew she would have to let him up soon, and expose herself to potential sex with additional partners. She thought about her options.

Meanwhile, Zatanna was moaning wildly in orgasm. Being well plundered in all three orifices had finally pushed her to climax. Her excitement was evidently contagious, for one by one her partners came and dumped their loads into her orifices.

At Tara’s mat, the boy had already shot his wad into the white-haired heroine’s tight anus, and pulled out of her. Kevin was now urging Tara to work hard as she rode his rigid member. Minutes later he finally seeded the girl’s tight sex, and this pushed Tara over the edge and into orgasm. Kevin was frowning again as he pushed the white-haired girl off of him.

Janet, who had been watching Tara and Kevin from under Andy whispered, “Andy, do you think you can manage one more romp on a mat?” Janet knew Tara was in trouble if she didn’t get some help.

“No problem, Janet,” Andy answered with laughter in his voice. “Two climaxes not enough for you, girl?”

“Actually, that isn’t what I had in mind, not that I wouldn’t love to do it again with you,” Janet said softly. “Do you like near-virgin, light-haired girls, and if so, could we try talking Kevin into swapping partners for a while?”

“Okay,” Andy replied, “I see where you are going with this. I’ll do Tara if Kevin will agree to it. Knowing Kevin, he might swap if you promise to give him one hell of a blow job, but you better be able to back up that promise. He is something of a punishment freak!”

“So I surmised,” Janet whispered. “If it comes to that, I think I’m better prepared to take it than Tara. Shall we make the offer?”

Andy stood, and pulled Janet up off the mat, quipping, “Near virgin, huh? You don’t hear that claim being made for older teens very often these days?” The couple started towards Kevin and Tara’s mat.

Beatriz had long since finished the tandem that Ted had turned her over too, and was now in the middle of the room with one of the club’s married couples demonstrating her switch-hitting skills. She was on her back under the wife’s sex performing cunnilingus while the wife performed fellatio on her husband.

“Hey, Kevin,” Andy said in a friendly tone, having reached the McStiff mat, “would you like to switch girls for a while? I’m in the mood for a blonde just now.”

“Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, Andy,” Kevin said with a gleam in his eyes, “but we were just on our way to the punishment area. I’m about to whip this bitch’s tits until they are bloody. She can’t suck dick for shit!” He laughed as he watched Tara’s face fill with embarrassment and fear.

“Well, speaking of getting head,” Andy said with a grin, “no one has used Janet’s mouth yet, and she claims she is really good at oral sex. Give her a spin while I give Tara one of my patented slow fucks, and if you aren’t satisfied, we’ll whip both sets of tits raw!”

“You give good head, do you, Janet?” Kevin said with a mean grin. “You’re confident enough in that claim to risk some serious punishment?”

“Yes, Kevin, I do and am,” Janet replied with a giggle. “And, as I am sure I’ll get you off before Andy is done with Tara, if you would rather whip me than have sex with me when I am done with my fellatio, you can get an early start on me in the punishment area until Tara is brought back to you.”

“Sold!” Kevin proclaimed with a wicked grin. This way he would be able to administer punishment to two girls instead of one, and he knew he could make up for lost time with Tara by taking advantage of the many punishment instruments that would be available to him. “Take her, Andy, but you better bring Tara to me in the punishment area as soon as you are done, or your ward here is going to be pretty messed up, and won’t be so much fun for you the rest of the night!”

“You got it, Kevin,” Andy said softly, hoping that Janet knew what she was in for. “Come on, Tara, you owe me a nice slow fuck!” Andy then led Tara back to his mat and laid her on her back. She would get the same semi-protection from multiple partners that Andy had given Janet. Andy glanced to Kevin’s mat and noted that Janet was already on her knees with the man’s cock in her mouth.

Elsewhere in the chamber, Sue, Wanda, and Zatanna were all being triple teamed again. The superheroines from the 21^st Century seemed to be a very popular attraction, and were libel to be very sore when the orgy finally ended. Beatriz was now at the other side of the chamber riding one man while another had anal sex with her, and was also taking turns performing cunnilingus on three girls stacked atop each other in front of her. It seemed Club X really knew how to throw an orgy!

Chapter 6. Punishment

True to her word, Janet had performed masterful fellatio on Kevin, and had swallowed his seed after taking his manhood in her mouth for less than six minutes. If Kevin had been impressed with her skill, he didn’t let on. Without saying anything, he had pulled the spunky heroine to her feet and led her to the punishment area that had been set up outside of the prop room in the back of the large chamber. He had quickly tied Janet’s hands behind her back with twine, and then led her to a metal stand with a waist-high horizontal bar. He then attached a rope hanging from a winch to the wrist twine, and used the winch to pull the heroine’s arms upward, forcing the girl to bend forward over the horizontal bar. When Janet’s back was horizontal to the floor, allowing her breasts to dangle downwards, Kevin turned off the winch. He then took another length of twine, tied one end around a pony tail he made of Janet’s hair, and used the twine to pull the girls head upward, before securing the free end to the winch rope.

Janet knew that she was now secured into a position where her breasts could be punished without risk of inflicting damage to other parts of her body. She noticed there were two other couples in the punishment area across from her. The girls’ men were spanking their behinds with large paddles; the blows would sting, but cause little damage. Janet watched with interest as Kevin took turns fingering various whips, flails, and canes, before selecting a flexible riding crop.

His instrument of inflicting pain selected, Kevin move to stand before Janet on her right side. “You better hope Andy finishes fucking Tara soon, Janet,” Kevin said acrimoniously, “because I don’t plan on going easy on those tits of yours. While I like getting blow jobs, I like giving a girl pain even more. I don’t take kindly to your delaying the pain Tara deserves!” With a flick of his wrist and economical motion of his arm, Kevin sent the crop whistling through the air to strike Janet’s right breast on her areola near the base of her nipple.

Janet yelped loudly as fire burned from the tip of her breast towards her chest. The perky heroine smiled and chortled, “Nice hit, Kevin! That actually did hurt. Do the left breast now, please.”

Kevin grinned, and bent his head close to Janet’s so he could whisper, “Oh, I like you, Janet. You are my type of girl!” The man then stood back up and made the crop whistle again, this time catching only the nipple of Janet’s right breast. As the girl yelped in surprise, he quickly zinged two strikes of the crop into her left breast, the first catching only nipple, and the second areola at the base of the nipple. He was rewarded with two more shrill yelps from his victim as Janet felt her tender mammaries burn with pain. Kevin then placed the crop between his teeth, and stepped in front of the girl to stare into her watery eyes as he cupped her pain-filled breasts and then pinched her tender nipples. “A delicious sensation isn’t it, Janet?” Kevin asked after taking the crop out of his teeth with his right hand. “We’ll go with the crop for another eight blows on each tit. Then I will switch to the scourging flail, tipped with metal hooks.”

Janet felt fear, hearing to intensity of the emotion behind Kevin’s words. “The riding crop does provide a sensual pain when applied to a girl’s breasts, I’ll give you that Kevin, “Janet admitted softly as a tear streamed down her left cheek. “What say we go with the riding crop for another eighteen blows for each breast, before you use the scourge to flay my boobs? I would just as soon keep the skin on them for as long as possible, and I’m sure Andy would too!”

“No!” Kevin spat. “Andy knows the routine, and if he stalls for a longer time than it will take me to add eight more welts to each of your tits, it will mean he doesn’t really care about your skin.” Kevin then quickly delivered two more whistling blows to each breast, this time inward from the areolas, earning four more yelps, before feeling up his targets yet again.

“Jeese, Kevin,” Janet said with evident sarcasm, “I’ve got to tell you…having to put up with your hands on my breasts is a lot worse than the pain from the crop. Could we skip this part please?”

“Have it your way, Janet,” Kevin said with obvious irritation, before stepping back and delivering two strokes to each of the girl’s turret-like nipples. “Only four more strokes left for each breast, Janet, and then the scourging starts!”

“Not so fast, Kevin!” Andy Summers said as he pushed through the small crowd that had gathered to watch Janet’s whipping, dragging Tara behind him. “Here is your ward, three orgasms happier, and filled with my cum. I’ll take Janet off of your hands now.”

“Fine,” Kevin said with a grin, “you can untie your ward while I bind mine over the second whipping station. Kevin quickly began tying Tara’s hands behind her back with twine so that he could secure her into position the same way he had secured Janet.

As Andy began to reach for Janet’s wrist twine, the spunky heroine chided loudly, “Not so fast, Andy! I was promised four more strokes on each breast, and if Kevin isn’t man enough to do it, you’ll have to. Wait until he is ready to work on Tara, though.”

Soon, Tara was secured over the horizontal bar of the second breast punishment station, and Kevin was standing in front and to the right of the white-haired girl. Kevin had the only riding crop, so Andy was still trying to decide what to use on Janet as Kevin delivered the first two whistling blows to each of Tara’s nipples. Tara yelped loudly with each blow and then moaned in fear and disgust as the man began feeling her breasts up.

“Just grab the cat-o-nine-tails, Andy,” Janet suggested in frustration. “The whipping feels kind of cool, don’t you think, Tara? Getting your breasts felt up by that sick bastard really blows though, doesn’t it.”

“Yes, Janet,” Tara agreed meekly, although the tears in her eyes indicated otherwise, “a good tittie whipping lets a girl know she is alive. However, I don’t mind Kevin’s hands on my breasts either. I think it is kind of sexy, the alternating pain from the crop and the pleasure from the massage.” In truth, Tara was trying to be politically correct with the male escort who could control her fate.

Kevin stepped back into whipping position, and glanced over to Andy who was in a similar position with the cat-o-nine-tales. “If you are not going to go easy on your ward, Andy, let’s see if we can get them yelping at the same time.” Kevin cocked his whip, and watched Andy do the same. “Now!” Kevin’s crop whistled striking first Tara’s left breast and then her right breast, eliciting two loud yelps. Kevin smiled through the process as he had heard the courser swishes of the cat-o-nine-tails, and the loud scream that indicated Janet might have wished for another choice of whips.

Janet was, indeed, regretting her stubbornness. The cat-o-nine-tails was shorter than the riding crop, but its business end was heavier and obviously much more flexible. The knotted cords of Andy’s whip had delivered brutal pain to each breast as she was struck, wrapping around the entire orb instead of just the top surface. Janet gritted her teeth and spat, “Three more to each breast! You can do it, Andy!”

“Right!” Andy agreed, looking at Kevin. “One more to each breast, Kevin, and then you can feel her up again. Let’s do it…NOW!” Andy and Kevin both swung hard twice, again bringing yelps from Tara and shrill moans from Janet. As the men inspected their respective pair of breasts, Andy asked softly, “Why don’t we end this and let you go. I can tell this thing is hurting like hell!”

“NO!” Janet spat angrily, knowing that the knotted cords were causing small breaks in her breast skin. “One more round, two strokes on each breast! Now…please!” Janet couldn’t really see Tara, but she sensed the girl was far from broken.

“I agree with Janet,” Kevin said gleefully, “four more strokes rapid fire. Then I’m switching to the scourging flail. I dare you to do the same, Andy!” Kevin stepped back into whipping position, and said, “Now!” Each man then quickly delivered two hard, rapid-fire blows to each breast of each girl, and was rewarded with two long screams of pain followed by the sound of weeping. Kevin massaged Tara’s breasts for a moment as the girl softly sobbed before announcing, “Okay, it’s time to start ruining these pretty ornaments!”

“Okay, Andy,” Janet whispered softly, “I’ve had all the fun…I can stand. You can let me free now…if you want. Unless…of course…you want to flay my breasts…as well.” Janet issued a sigh of relief as Andy immediately started untying her.

Kevin had just pulled the scourging flail from the wall when the Grandmaster spoke from the edge of the viewing booth, “Gentleman of Club X, wives, and guests, our social hour will end in five minutes. Please finish your relations with your current partner or partners.”

“SHIT!” Kevin roared as he dropped the whip back into its rack. “No time to do a proper job with that. I’ll have to resort to something else!” Kevin then began rapidly untying Tara’s winch and hair ropes. Kevin left the white-haired girl’s wrists bound as he finally stood her up straight and turned her to face the near wall. He then pointed to a pair of devices positioned chest high on the wall. Four curved, sharply pointed, metal spikes extended upward from a pair of circular central plates, and another four identical spikes extended downward from the same plates. The rod-like spikes were curved outwards from the wall, and resembled fingers on slightly clenched hands. “Do you know what they are, Tara?”

“No, Kevin, I don’t,” Tara said, the confusion obvious in her voice. “I also don’t know why you are angry with me. I have done everything you have asked of me to the best of my ability!”

“Yeah, well we’ll blame this on your sex education teachers then,” Kevin quipped. “Those, girl, are spiders, sometimes know as Spanish spiders because they were first used during the Spanish Inquisition. We’ve just added one finger on each side so each spider has eight appendages…like a spider. I’m going to push you over to the wall until your breasts touch the central plates. Then those sharply pointed hooks are going to fold inward and impale the base of your breasts. When your breasts are impaled and fully trapped, I’m going to drag your body away from the wall, leaving your shredded tits trapped in the spiders’ embraces! Those lovely boobs of yours are going to be totally ruined!” Kevin then grabbed the back of Tara’s neck and began pushing her forward.

“There isn’t a need for force, Kevin,” Tara complained loudly, her face filled with both terror and resignation. “If you want me to push my breasts against those plates, just say so, and I’ll walk over there and do it myself. You are my escort and I will do as you say.”

Kevin shook his head and spat, “You probably would, you stupid sow, but it is more fun if I ruin you by force. I guarantee this is going to hurt like hell, Tara!” Kevin forced Tara forward until her breasts were only a foot away from being shredded by the spiders’ claws. The girl was quaking in obvious fear, but did not protest her fate.

“Kevin McStiff, what in the hell are you about to do to my property?” Bill Jennings roared from behind the struggling pair. “If you use those spiders on that girl’s bacon, her meat will be wasted. While I’m willing to let you act as the girl’s escort during the games, I am not about to see you inflict a financial loss on my estate in between the games. You better convince me, right now, that this is all just a joke, or, now that I don’t have a ward, I’ll relieve you as the girl’s escort.”

Kevin turned beet red, and turned to face Bill Jennings. While he thought the club rules might allow him to proceed with his chosen punishment of a sow who had disappointed him, he knew Bill Jennings had a lot of influence with the club elders and officials. Additionally, he enjoyed a night every now and then at Final Fantasy, which is why Bill had selected him as a last minute escort in the first place. Accordingly, Kevin replied softly, “Well, Bill, as I’m sure you know me well enough to know I wasn’t joking about ruining her tits, and as I’m forced to acknowledge that her meat is your property, I’ll just say that maybe I got carried away. Are you taking over as escort? Or will you let me continue guiding my ward through the night until the lottery is over with and you all leave?”

“I would rather leave you to it, Kevin,” Bill replied softly, eager not to have the man ask for a ruling from club officials, as this was indeed an unclear situation in terms of who was within the rules and who was not. “I have other matters to attend to. However, I expect you to take care of my property while seeing to it that the girl participates as a guest of the club. Get her back to her friends. ‘Truth or Dare’ will begin within minutes, and I know these girls have a lot of dare in them.”

To be continued:

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