Chapter
7.
The First Dare
After
watching Kevin leave the punishment area, pushing Tora
ahead of him towards the front of the large chamber, Janet nodded to Bill
Jennings to let him know she appreciated his stepping in to end an unpleasant
situation. Then she whispered to Andy,
“Let’s go by the medical booth on our way back to our friends. I want to pick up a couple of those packets
containing tissue wetted with disinfectant and pain killing solution, and maybe
some mouthwash to get Kevin’s taste out of my mouth.”
“Sounds
like a plan to me,” Andy said softly with a confused look on his face. “They will have some wet washcloths and dry
towels there as well, so that we can clean ourselves up. Although we don’t need cleaning up from the
orgy as badly as most of your friends do…or did…depending on whether they’ve
already taken advantage of the washcloths.”
Andy
paused just short of the medical booth, seeing that Kevin and Tara were there
cleaning themselves up. He used the
opportunity to ask Janet about something that was really bothering him, “Why
did Bill Jennings interfere with Kevin’s punishment of Tora,
Janet? Kevin was most likely within his
rights, according to the club rules, to do as he wished to her, and Bill should
have known that. Why would he risk
possible sanctions against him by club officials for a piece of un-papered
property? Thousands and thousands of
girls have had their breasts converted to bacon by that man’s machines! I don’t see why Tora’s
tits are special enough not to get the same treatment.”
Janet,
having heard Dan’s revelation about Andy’s sister losing her breasts at Final
Fantasy a few weeks earlier, knew that was behind her escort’s questions. She also knew this meant her answers were
going to need to be very carefully formatted.
“Andy, when Wanda, Sue, and I first met Mr. Jennings a few days ago, we
were asking ourselves similar questions,” Janet quietly admitted. “Those questions gradually went away the more
we got to know Bill. He seems to be a
man concerned with treating people fairly, and that is why he stepped in to
stop what Kevin was going to do to Tora. She had, in fact, attempted to do everything
he asked of her. It isn’t her fault
that, being from a rather remote area in the country, she has never been shown
how to properly perform fellatio. Mr.
Jennings must have thought it unfair to hold her poor training against her as
well.”
“Fair-minded
I understand,” Andy said shaking his head, “but why care about THAT girl’s
breasts, when he converts other girls’ breasts to bacon every day? I mean he makes a living by stealing the
bacon from girls’ chests!”
“Yes,”
Janet whispered, “we had the same notion.
Then I think we came to understand that HE doesn’t debreast
those girls…well not most of them, anyhow.
His business simply provides the resources for the girls to do it to
themselves. His establishment, Final
Fantasy, has strict rules, and he won’t allow a girl to be debreasted
or otherwise harmed outside of those rules.
He even tries to control his male customers when possible, even though
they can legally do anything they want to un-papered girls, which make up the
bulk of his customers. At first, we felt
sorry for the girls who took turns in his booths, but then we noticed the
obvious excitement on the faces of the girls, even most of the debreasted girls, when they exited the Game room. We came to believe that Final Fantasy
provides a much needed venue for release from the pressure this society places
on women. I’m sure some girls end up
harmed because they didn’t understand what they were getting into when they
decided to visit Final Fantasy, but that happens sometimes with the games
played here too, right? Games me and my
friends are playing!”
Andy
nodded thoughtfully, and then shrugged his shoulders, “Now I feel like a fool
for debreasting the man’s wife, Marge. I did that to hurt Bill for what I perceived
to be crimes against the families of the girls who got their bacon poached at
his club. He gave me this opportunity to
be your escort, but I doubt he will ever talk to me again.”
“Actually,
I bet he doesn’t hold anything against you for Marge’s debreasting,”
Janet said softly and squeezed Andy’s hand.
“You won the duty to do that to her fair and square, and both Marge and
Bill knew it might happen when they entered the club tonight. If anything, I’ll bet they are both proud
that it took a perfect nine to end her target days. Shall we get cleaned up and ask for those packets
now?” Janet quickly followed Andy to the
medical booth, where they wiped themselves down before Janet collected two
packets. Then they hurried to find
Janet’s friends.
After
arriving at the area where her friends and their escorts were sitting on the
floor, Janet handed one of the packets to Andy and the other to Tora, saying, “This should make the whip welts sting a
little less.” Andy quickly pushed Janet
to the floor and took a seat behind her.
He opened his packet and went to work on Janet’s breasts with a smile of
contentment.
Kevin
quickly moved from his position at Tora’s side to sit
behind her. He reached his right hand
forward, and said softly, “Here, Tora, if you’ll give
me that, I’ll treat your tits. I don’t
want there to be hard feelings between us!”
“Okay,”
Tora replied softly, “I’d rather have you do me than
try to take care of it myself, anyhow.
Just for the record, though, I kind of enjoyed the tittie
whipping…and didn’t mind most of the sex either. Also, as I’m kind of expecting to get my titties ruined at some point tonight, anyhow, there
wouldn’t have been hard feelings over your using those spider thing-of-ma-jigs
on me either, Kevin.” If Tora had eyes in the back of her head, she would have
noticed confusion on Kevin’s face.
“Gentleman of Club X,
wives, and guests,” the Grandmaster of Club X called out from the raised booth,
once again interrupting conversations in the chamber, “now it is time test the
judgment, integrity, and fortitude of our wives and female guests. Yes, it is time for ‘Truth or Dare’! May the Mistress of the Games step to the
stage lectern and conduct this event.”
The robed woman who had
taken charge of the targets during the dart game quickly stepped to the lectern
on the stage, and announced, “Wives and guests, for those of you who have not
participated in this event before, our dares are designed to test your
knowledge of your own sexuality, which is an attribute so important in this
depopulated world. Unfortunately, due to
the length of the dart game, we will be able to do only a few dares
tonight.”
The Mistress of the Games
then held up a bullet shaped device that was obviously an old fashioned
vibrator, and spoke again. “The ability
to bring pleasure to oneself is of great value in this world with so few men. Who among you believes that you can use a
device similar to this one to reach climax in ten minutes?” The old woman looked out to see that
virtually every girl had raised her hand, and announced, “The punishment for
being less than truthful for this dare will be one blow from a riding crop to
your vulva for each second you overstate your abilities, delivered of course by
your guardian. Who believes they can
reach climax in eight minutes?” A few
hands dropped, but most of the girls were still game for the dare.
The Mistress of the
Games continued her bartering, saying, “Each of these pleasuring devices
contains an orgasm detector, so we will not be relying on your word that you
climaxed. Who among you believes that
you can bring yourself to climax within five minutes?” About half of the girls dropped out of the
dare at this point, including all of the heroines save Beatriz. Wanda, Sue, Janet, and Zatanna,
didn’t find the idea of masturbating in front of a bunch of strangers to be
attractive, and the thought of having to do so terrified Tora.
“There are still too
many of you willing to take the dare,” the old woman announced. “Who among you believes you can bring
yourself to climax within three minutes?”
The Mistress of the Games looked out to see that only three hands
remained raised—a blonde who looked to be about age 18, a redhead in her late
20s, and Beatriz. “If the truth of these
girls’ claims goes unchallenged by the gentlemen in the room, they will not
have to prove them. Which of you
gentlemen will put your ward at risk by challenging the truth of this girl’s
claim?” the old woman asked loudly, pointing to the young blonde. Most of the men held their hands up,
including all of the heroines’ escorts.
The old woman selected Mike Simon from the far side of the room, putting
the sultry brunette he was married to at risk of having to match the dare if
the blonde proved the truth of her claim.
“Which of you gentlemen
will put your ward at risk by challenging the truth of this girl’s claim?” the
old woman asked loudly, pointing to the redhead. This time, fewer men held their hands up, but
Tyler Roberts, Evan Hall, Andy Summers, and Kevin McStiff
were among them. The Mistress of the
Games selected Evan Hall, meaning Wanda would have to use the sex toy on
herself if the redhead brought herself to climax within the time limit, and
would have her privates whipped if she couldn’t match the girl’s performance.
Finally, the Mistress
of the Games asked, “Which of you gentlemen will put your ward at risk by
challenging the truth of this girl’s claim?” the old woman asked loudly,
pointing to Beatriz. This time, only
Tyler Roberts and Kevin McStiff raised their
hands. Kevin glowered at Tyler, trying
to make the older man understand that he wanted Tora
to take the risk of punishment, but Tyler ignored him and grinned with
satisfaction when he was selected. He
had watched Beatriz’s performance during the orgy, and was pretty sure he was
going to get to see his ward, Zatanna, use the sex
toy to masturbate in public.
The
Mistress of the Games pointed to the center of the stage, where stagehands were
busy setting up three chairs with backs that sloped backward at low angles and
seats that were very short, and commanded, “The three of you who took the dare
are to each take a seat with your legs spread wide so that the audience can
watch you work as you attempt to prove the truth of your claim.” The old woman and the audience watched as the
three girls, all cleanly shaven, did as they were told, the redhead in the
center chair and Beatriz on the side nearest her friends. The old woman then handed each girl a
vibrator and said, “You can turn the devices on now, but don’t place them
anywhere near your vulva or breasts until I give the word and the timer is
started.”
The
Mistress of the Games took a position behind the girls, so that she wasn’t
blocking anyone’s view, checked to make sure all three pairs of legs were
properly spread and that the girls’ hips were hanging off of the chair seats,
and announced, “Ready…START!” The old
woman smiled as she watched the three girls whip the sex toys down to their
crotches and go to work with varying techniques. The young blonde had elected to insert the
phallus deep into her vagina, and was plunging the sex toy in and out of her
sex. The redhead was alternating between
plunging the sex toy about half way into her sex and circling her clitoris with
the vibrator’s tip. Beatriz was
concentrating on using the device on her pleasure button, while occasionally
drawing the tip of the phallus through her moist labial lips.
“One
minute,” the Mistress of the Games soon announced, and smiled as she heard the
blonde moan in frustration while the other two girls gave no indication of
hearing the announcement. Thirty seconds
later, the redhead was moaning in pleasure while Beatriz had a wicked smile on
her face and the Blonde was frowning.
All three girls had their eyes tightly shut. “Two minutes,” the old woman announced,
wondering if she would see all three girls get their privates flogged. Thirty seconds later, the old woman knew otherwise,
as Beatriz cried out, “YES!” and a small green light on the end of her sex toy
could be seen to be lit. Winning her
dare didn’t seem to matter to Beatriz; she just kept on pleasuring herself. Fifteen seconds later, the redhead sighed
loudly, the green light on her toy signifying her successful dare, and dropped
the vibrator to the floor beside her chair.
Beatriz and the blonde were still working their sex toys when the
Mistress of the Games proclaimed, “Three minutes! Remember, one stroke to your vulva with a
riding crop for every second that now passes…Shelly, isn’t it.” Beatriz finally stopped using her toy on
herself so that she could watch the blonde rack up penalty strokes. At three minutes and twenty seconds, Shelly
finally moaned loudly, and a green light verified her climax.
“John
Davis,” the Mistress of the Games called out loudly, “your ward has failed to
make a truthful claim by twenty seconds.
Come ye here and administer twenty hard strokes with a riding crop to
your wife’s vulva.”
John,
a tall muscular man in his early twenties quickly walked to the stage to stand
with a flaccid penis between his wife’s widespread legs, and waited patiently
until one of the stagehands passed him a riding crop. He looked to the Mistress of the Games, who
nodded, and then sent his first blow whistling down to catch his wife’s erect
pleasure button full on. The girl
shrilled in pain, but her husband didn’t pause as he delivered four hard,
rapid-fire lashes to Shelly’s Labia minora, puffy and
parted from the girl’s recent masturbation.
Now sporting a massive erection, John paused briefly to listen to his
wife’s pain-filled moans, and then lashed down twice hard on her tender
clitoris followed by three quick blows to her labial lips.
Halfway done with
administering his punishment, and frowning as his wife finished screaming in
pain and began sobbing, John Davis spat angrily, “I trust, wife, you won’t
embarrass me again in front of my friends by misstating your abilities!” He then reigned down five hard blows into the
girl’s lower lips, followed by five whistling strikes to her already reddened
pleasure button. Shelly again screamed
loudly in pain, and then regained her composure as her husband pulled her to
her feet and led her back to their place in the audience.
The Mistress of the
Games stepped forward to stand in front of the chairs and pointed to the
redhead and Beatriz, saying, “We have here two girls who proved the truth of
their claims. Evan Hall, send your ward
to take Candace’s seat!”
Wanda felt Evan tap on
her shoulder, and rose to walk red-faced onto the stage. The redhead smiled broadly, retrieved her sex
toy from the floor, got up, and handed Wanda the vibrator, mouthing, ‘Good
luck!’ Although Wanda was a little
peeved about the prospect of using a sex toy still wet with another girl’s
juices on herself, she quickly took a seat in the center chair, her legs spread
wide and her sex in full view of everyone in the room. Wanda, having learned from her last trip to
this time zone that most people expected a girl’s fillet to be naked and ready
for roasting, had shaved off her customary landing strip.
The Mistress of the
Games pointed to Beatriz, and asked, “What is your name, girl?” Beatriz answered softly, and the old woman
turned back to the audience and said, “Tyler Roberts, send your ward to take
Beatriz’s seat.”
Zatanna
quickly rose to her feet and walked purposefully to the stage to stand before
Beatriz. Beatriz grinned at her
teammate, stood, handed her the vibrator she had used, and walked quickly back
to the audience to sit beside Ted Stevens.
Zatanna quickly replaced Beatriz in the chair,
and then blushed beet red as the old woman knelt and pushed her knees outward,
evidently having decided she wasn’t giving the audience a good enough view of
her privates and decorative ebony princess cut.
The Mistress of the
Games rose and moved into position behind the girls’ chairs before announcing,
“These girls’ guardians doubted the truth of Candace and Beatriz’s claims, so
the girls must match their predecessors’ dare, or suffer the penalty strokes to
their vulvas.” The old woman put her
hand on Wanda’s shoulder, and said loudly, “You, girl, must achieve climax
within two minutes and forty-five seconds.”
She then put her hand on Zatanna’s shoulder,
and said loudly, “You, girl, must achieve climax within two minutes and thirty
seconds. Prepare to pleasure
yourselves!” The old woman watched as
both girls turned on the sex toys and then held them over their hips. “Begin!”
Wanda closed her eyes
tight, desperately trying to forget there was an audience watching her every
move, and circled her pleasure button with the tip of the vibrator before
positioning the phallus against her labial lips and slowly pushing it inside of
her. She pulled it back out and used it
to stimulate her clitoris again, this time for a longer period, before pulling
the tip of the toy through her lower lips and then pushing it inside her
vagina. She repeated this routine over and
over, but couldn’t stop blushing; she really couldn’t forget that there was an
audience staring up her wide-spread legs.
An eternity seemed to pass before she heard the Mistress of the Games
declare, “One minute!”
Zatanna
had chosen a different approach. She was
staring wide-eyed at the audience and trying to feed off of their sexual
tension as she plunged the sex toy rapidly in and out of her sex in between
occasionally working the vibrating tip on her swollen clitoris. She had started to moan from her self-induced
pleasure when she heard to old woman call out, “Two minutes!” Zatanna wasn’t sure
she could get herself off in time, but she had to try.
Wanda heard the
announcement as well, and also heard Zatanna moaning
in pleasure. She began concentrating on
using the sex toy on her pleasure button, and began to smile as she felt
herself finally building towards a climax.
Then she heard the Mistress of the Games announce, “Two minutes thirty
seconds.” This meant Zatanna
was already in her penalty period, and the thought of watching the Justice
Leaguer get her sex whipped made Wanda hot.
Evidently it made Zatanna hot too, for not too
many seconds later she let out three loud sighs of climax. Wanda heard the sighs, and knew what they
signified. Then she heard the old lady
say, “Two minutes forty-five seconds!”
The realization that she was also going to get a public whipping to her
privates, sent Wanda over the edge and she moaned loudly in climax. Wanda opened her eyes and tossed aside the
vibrator, before turning to look at Zatanna who was
grinning at her.
“Evan Hall,” the
Mistress of the Games called out loudly, “your ward has failed to match a
truthful claim by five seconds. Come ye
here and administer five hard strokes with a riding crop to your ward’s vulva.”
Evan quickly rose and
walked to stand between Wanda’s widespread legs, his manhood slowly twitching
upward to a full erection. As he took
the riding crop from the stagehand, he complained loudly, “Only five strokes! That is hardly worth the walk to the
stage. What say you give me two for one,
Wanda? Let me whip your pussy ten
times!”
Wanda smiled up to Evan
and then grinned at Zatanna, saying, “Do you want to
take two strokes for every penalty second, Zatanna? I’ll say yes to Evan’s request, if you’ll let
Tyler do the same.” Zatanna
smiled and shook her head. Wanda looked
back to Evan and smiled, saying, “Sorry, handsome! We better stick with five strokes, and hope
you find a reason to whip me again later.”
Evan nodded, and then
commanded, “Spread your legs wider!” He
watched as Wanda blushed beet red as she did as she was told, brought the
riding crop high over his head, and then cracked it down as hard as he could,
striking the whip full on his ward’s clitoris.
He watched the girl grimace, but got not even a yelp out of her. He reigned his last four blows down on
Wanda’s sex as hard and fast as he could, striking her clitoris, her inner
labium, her inner labium, and then her clitoris. Then he glanced up from the vulva he had been
busily punishing to look at his ward’s face.
Wanda was teary eyed, but had not issued a sound. Evan was impressed, but didn’t let the girl
know it as he handed the crop back to the stagehand. Evan pulled Wanda to her feet, and then led
her back to their spot in the audience where they could watch Zatanna take her blows.
“Tyler Roberts,” the
Mistress of the Games called out loudly, “your ward has failed to match a
truthful claim by twelve seconds. Come
ye here and administer twelve hard strokes with a riding crop to your ward’s
vulva.”
Tyler jumped to his
feet, hurried out to the stage, and snatched the riding crop from the stagehand
before taking his position between Zatanna’s
legs. “I’m going to do my very best to
make this a memorable experience for you, dear girl,” Tyler chortled with a
look of jubilation on his face. “I’ll
wager you won’t want to have sex for more than a week after I’m done here, but
I’m going to do my best to find an opportunity to fuck you again tonight
anyhow. Spread wider!” Tyler watched as Zatanna
complied, his manhood fully turgid.
“Now, I want you to loudly announce the number of each stoke as it
lands!”
Zatanna
looked up with horror-filled eyes as Tyler raised the crop high over his head,
and then sent the whip whistling into her inner labium. “ONE!” she shrilled, and then watched the
crop get raised only to be sent whistling downward to again part her labial
lips. “TWO!” Zatanna
yelled loudly, and then moaned softly as Tyler again brought the whip above his
head. Without pausing, he sent the crop
flashing downward. “THREEeee!”
the raven-haired girl shrieked as she felt her lower lips take another painful
blow. Before she realized what was
happening, she heard the whip swooshing downward again. “FOUR!” the girl moaned in obvious pain, her
inner labium again taking the blow. This
time, she watched as the whip went up and was sent whistling downward to again
part her labial lips, and screamed, “FIVE!”
Upward and downward the crop went again, bringing agony to the heroine’s
lower lips as she gasped, “SIX! Oh…SHIT!”
Tyler slashed the
riding crop into his ward’s inner labium yet again, and was rewarded with the
pain-filled cry of, “SEVEN! OWWww!” Zatanna screamed, “EIGHT!” as her tender labial lips took
another blow. She hoped her labia minora wasn’t getting as shredded as it felt like when she
shrilled, “NINE! EEEeeeee!” Tears were now streaming down Zatanna’s face, but she didn’t have time to feel
embarrassed, for the riding crop whistled into her tender lips yet again. “TEN!” the girl shrieked, and then she
watched as the whip was again brought to ready position. Zatanna heard herself scream loudly in pain, before she realized her labia
minora had took another hard blow. “ELEVEN!” she shrilled quickly, just beating
the twelfth and final blow to her inner labium.
“TWELVE!” Zatanna cried out loudly.
Tyler grinned downward
at the sobbing girl below him, and then handed the crop to the stagehand and
pulled Zatanna to her feet. “Not too sore, I hope, Zatanna,”
Tyler said with evident sarcasm. “Keep in
mind…I was just playing my part in the game.”
“Yes, Tyler, I know,” Zatanna said with a giggle.
“I just hope you had as much fun as I did. Concentrating all of the blows on my lower
lips was a brilliant strategy, by the way.
Most men would have foolishly gone for the somewhat better protected
pleasure button with at least some of the blows.”
Tyler Roberts laughed
loudly. “Zatanna,
my dear,” Tyler chortled, “I am not most men and consider myself far from
foolish. As you probably have already
figured out, that was far from my first stint at pussy whipping. Shall we take a seat, and wait for the
stagehands to set up the next dare?”
Tyler led a very sore Zatanna back to their
spot with her friends in the audience.
Chapter
8.
The Second Dare
As Zatanna
and Tyler took their seats, Wanda handed Zatanna one
of the now familiar sterilizing/pain killing tissue packets that she had
plucked from one of several containers around the stage, and ordered, “Look at
me, Zatanna! Now!” After the
confused raven-haired girl had done as she was told, Wanda whispered, “While it
may have seemed unnecessary when we were talking outside, and although it may
seem a bit like cheating right now, I think it would behoove us to heal as best
we can as we go. These packets will help
in that effort. Do you understand that I
want you to heal your privates? That I
want you to put the disinfectant and pain killing tissue over your vulva while
you heal?”
Tears filled Zatanna’s eyes as she nodded. She knew Wanda’s concern must mean her
privates looked as bad as they felt. She
quickly opened the packet and placed it over her sex, pushing it against her
badly chafed lower lips before whispering, “Leah!” (The sound of heal
pronounced in reverse, not the sound of a girl’s name).
“What was that, Zatanna?” Tyler Roberts asked from his position beside his
ward. Seeing that she was using one of
the tissues on her sex, he asked, “Would you like me to help you clean your
wounds, dear girl?”
“I said, leah, Tyler,” Zatanna said
softly. “Just an
expression…like icky…where I come from.
Spil laibal leah! Sounds strange, doesn’t it. Thanks for the offer, and if it were my
breasts I would take you up on it, but no thanks on the help. I’m feeling a little delicate down there
right now. Spil
laibal leah!”
“You boys really know
how to wield a riding crop, Tyler, Evan, Kevin,” Wanda said with a laugh,
trying to give Zatanna some cover. She knew that Tyler and Ted had to suspect Zatanna was a 21st Century superheroine
like Janet, Sue, and herself, but they had given no indication of recognizing Zatanna’s name. If
they had done some research, they would have realized Zatanna
was a magic wielder, not a metahuman, and that the
city’s energy fields that inhibited the use of metahuman
powers would not affect her abilities.
They would have also known that she was speaking her spells backwards to
help in her concentration. “Do they have
classes for whipping techniques around here?”
Janet laughed as all
three men grinned as their whipping prowess was acknowledged, and quipped,
“They must do, for you forgot about Andy.
Kevin gave me some nice welts with the riding crop, but the
cat-o-nine-tails was starting to shred my breast skin. If I get to have my privates whipped, I want
it to be the cat that’s used on me!”
Janet had figured out what was going on, as Zatanna
continued to repeat her spell. She also
was afraid that Tyler and/or Ted might realize who Zatanna
was, and that she wasn’t depowered. If
they realized the dire danger they potentially could be in from the 21st
Century superheroine, the girls’ fun, at least at
Club X, would be over.
“Shit! Janet!” Andy
chortled. “You really are a pain slut,
you know that?”
“Yes, I do, my handsome
escort,” Janet spat with a laugh. “I am
the queen of pain sluts, and dare any of these girls to prove otherwise.”
“Yeah, well judging
from that bondage frame the stagehands just finished setting up,” Sue said with
a grin pointing to the center of the stage, “this is my dream event, and my
chance to grab some of that pain slut status.
Dan, do be a dear and try to get me into this event!”
Dan looked at his ward
in surprise, asking, “I can do that, if you want, but are you sure you know
what you’re in for?” Seeing Sue’s broad
grin, Dan said, “Okay, I see that you do.
You sure are a wacky group of birds!”
The Mistress of the
Games returned to her lectern and held up a lit candle, saying, “The ability to
sustain suffering in sexual situations is also a valued skill for the girls in
this world with so few men and so many women.
Who among you claims that you have the ability to accept a candle flames
applied to your nipples without making a complaint, or for that matter any
sound at all, for two seconds.” The old
woman looked out to see that virtually every girl had raised her hand, and
announced, “The punishment for a less than truthful claim for this dare will be
a candle flame applied to your clitoris for the length of the claim. The candles of course will be applied by your
guardian. Only one girl may have her
truth tested by accepting this dare.
Rather than raising hands as I state duration times, let us hear you
girls voice your bids.”
“Five seconds!” Janet
called out loudly.
“Eight seconds!” Sue
bid, glowering at Janet. “Watch it girl!
If you bid high enough, I’ll watch you roast your naughty bits!”
“Ten seconds!” A
brunette called from the center of the room after being nudged by her husband.
“Twelve seconds!” spat
Janet who then stuck her tongue out at Sue.
Janet had already decided that would be her final bid. The tips of her breasts were too sore from
being whipped to have them scorched by open flames as well.
“Fifteen seconds!” the
brunette followed up with a frown on her face.
“What is the record bid
for this event?” Sue asked looking a no particular person.
“Sixteen seconds!” Mike
Simon’s wife bid, the couple looking at Sue, obviously having heard her
question and recognizing she wouldn’t easily give up the event.
Dan whispered, “I
wasn’t here, but I heard some guy’s wife bid three minutes. She lost her nerve and cried out. Her clit was so badly burned in the
punishment phase that it never worked right afterwards. Be careful girl. These people, seeing your desire to take the
dare, will run the bids up on you.”
“Yes, you are right,
Dan,” Sue answered as she nodded. “One
more bid and I quit.” Sue called out,
“Twenty seconds!”
Fortunately for Sue,
her claim that she would make no further bids wasn’t put to a test, as all
around her had heard her say she would let higher bidders take the event. After a few seconds had passed with no
additional bids, the Mistress of the Games declared, “I accept this girls’
claim that she has the ability to take candle flames on nipples for twenty
seconds without making a sound. If no
gentleman challenges this claim, she will not have to prove it. Which of you gentlemen will put your ward at
risk by challenging the truth of this girl’s claim?”
Evidently, most
everyone in the room believed Sue could allow her nipples to be roasted for the
stated period of time in silence, and weren’t willing to make their wards match
her. Only one gentleman raised his hand
to challenge the truth of Sue’s claim.
It was Kevin McStiff, who was still trying to
ruin Tora’s breasts.
Sue grinned at Janet, who had her head buried in her hands as she
laughed knowingly.
“Come to me, girl,” the
Mistress of the Games commanded, “the truth of your claim has been challenged,
and thus you must prove yourself.” After
Sue had stood and walked to the stage, the old woman led her over to the back
of bondage frame. A male stagehand stood
on either side of the furniture. “See to
it that she is properly secured,” the old woman commanded.
Each man immediately
knelt and grabbed one of Sue’s ankles.
They quickly pulled her legs outward, spreading them as wide as
possible, adjusted the frame, and secured her ankles to it with lengths of
twine. Then, as one man leaned Sue back,
the other adjusted the height and width of two double wire hoops. As the first man leaned Sue back to a vertical
position, the other man guided her breasts into the hoops, which held them up
and out, away from her chest. Each man
then took a wrist, and used twine to tie her hands to the frame, high above the
girl’s head. Finally, the men used
leather straps to secure the girl’s upper thighs, buttocks, lower back, middle
back, and upper back. They watched as
Sue tested her restraints and smiled at her.
The girl wouldn’t be able to get her tender parts out of the flames once
the candles were positioned! The stagehands
then made some preliminary adjustments to the three candle trays, one in front
and under each of the girl’s breasts, and another in front and under the girl’s
vulva. Once finished, they stepped aside
and nodded to the Mistress of Games.
“Dan Ackerman,” the
Mistress of the Games called out, “is this girl not your ward?”
“Sue is indeed my
ward,” Dan answered and stood.
“Then it is your duty
as her guardian to apply the candle flames to her nipples, and test the
truthfulness of her claim that she can take the pain for twenty seconds without
making a sound,” the old woman replied.
“Come ye hither to perform this duty.”
Dan strode quickly to
the stage and stood before the bondage frame into which Sue was strapped. One of the stagehands motioned him to one
side, and informed him, “We used lasers to make sure these two candles are
precisely positioned so they are the exact same distance from the tip of each
nipple, and are under the centers.
Similarly, if it is needed, the lower candle is precisely centered for
her clit.” The stagehand then pointed to
two sets of rotating handles at each candle level. “The handle on the right sets the candle
height,” the stagehand explained. “You
set that first, to the best of your ability, immediately after you light the
candles. Then you use the left handle to
move the flame under her nipples. As she
is already sporting nice turrets, I suggest mid-nipple. Then you make any additional height
adjustments if needed. Enjoy yourself,
sir!” the stagehand said with a grin as he nodded to Dan’s erection and the
seminal fluid leaking from the slit at the tip of his glans.
The Mistress of the
Games, seeing that the guardian had been properly instructed, stepped forward
and handed Dan a hollow metal rod from which a short flame burned, and said,
“Light the upper candles.” She watched
as Dan complied, and then ordered, “Return the flame rod to me.” Dan again complied. Then the old woman instructed, “Position the
candles and tell us when the countdown should begin!”
Dan, his penis
obviously pulsating with every heartbeat, quickly went to work, setting the
candle heights first and then twisting the positioning controls to send the
candles under Sue’s erect pinkish nipples.
His setting was almost perfect the first try, and he only had to lower
the candles slightly so that the tips of the two flames were centered under the
blonde’s twin turrets, before he was satisfied that his ward’s nipples were
being properly roasted. “Start!” Dan cried out loudly, wanting to at least appear to
be on Sue’s side, while secretly hoping he would get to light the third candle.
Sue stared unblinkingly
at the flames as they were moved below her breasts. At first, she felt only gentle warmth. That quickly changed to uncomfortable pain. As the Mistress of the Games called out,
“Five seconds,” Sue knew her skin was being burned. By the time the old woman called out, “Ten
seconds,” the intense pain Sue felt on the tips of her breasts had spread all
the way to her chest, and she knew she was suffering third degree burns. As “Fifteen seconds,” was announced, Sue
could smell cooking meat…Sue’s own meat.
The Mistress of the
Games announced, “Sixteen!” Sue
considered a change of plans. The old
woman called out, “Seventeen!” Sue
watched horror fill Tora’s face as the Norwegian
realized she was about to be burned as she was forced to try to match Sue’s
claim. The Mistress of the Games
proclaimed, “Eighteen!” Sue could hear
her nipples give off a sizzling sound as the smell of cooking meat became
stronger. Sue thought about the horror
of having flame applied to her sexual center, thinking, ‘Surely Tora can survive some roasted nipples.’ The old woman called out, “Nineteen!” Sue felt wetness running down her inner
thighs, and she knew what she truly desired.
Sue called out loudly, “OWE!”
The audience gasped
loudly, and the Mistress of the Games looked dumbfounded, but Janet grinned
broadly. The old woman announced, “This
girl claimed the ability to take candle flames on nipples without making a sound
for twenty seconds. She cried out after
nineteen and one-half seconds, and therefore must suffer the punishment for her
untruthful claim. You, girl, will have a
candle flame applied to your clitoris for the length of your false claim…twenty
seconds; may either your judgment or stamina be better in the future!”
“Shit!” Kevin McStiff spat loudly.
“Only a half-second more and I would have gotten to roast Tora’s nipples, and then maybe her clit.”
“I hate to be the one
to break it to you, Kevin,” Wanda said softly, trying not to irritate the man,
“but Sue intended from the very start to feel the flame on her sexual
center. The bigger question is why she
took the flames on her nipples for so long.”
“You’re fucking lying,
Wanda!” Kevin spat angrily. “Sue is just
taking one for the team, trying to spare Tora’s
tits.”
“Actually, Wanda is
telling it the way it is, Kevin” Ted Stevens interjected. “When I used this event to describe ‘Truth or
Dare’ to Sue earlier this week, trying to get her interested in visiting Club
X, she climaxed just from imagining the flame on her clit. As Dan said, this is one strange group of
girls!”
“Dan Ackerman,” the
Mistress of the Games called out, “it is your duty as your ward’s guardian to
apply a candle flame to her clitoris for twenty seconds as punishment for the
untruthfulness of her claim in this dare,” the old woman announced. The old woman again handed Dan the flame rod
and said, “Light the lower candle and then return the flame rod to me.” After Dan had done as he was told, the old
woman commanded, “Position the candle so that the girl’s clitoral glans is at the apex of the flame, and tell us when the
countdown should begin!”
Dan’s turgid manhood
pulsed visibly as he quickly set the candle height, and then used the other
control to move the candle so that the flame was below the outer edge of Sue’s
sexual center. Then he readjusted the
height control to lift the apex of the candle flame until it touched his ward’s
pleasure button. He quickly looked up in
surprise as he heard the blonde strapped to the bondage frame sigh loudly in
orgasm, and he cried out, “Start the timer!”
Sue reveled in feeling
the flame’s heat on her clitoris. She
could feel the flame flutter inward and outward with the draft from the
buildings air conditioning system, sometimes causing discomfort to her labial
lips, but mostly bringing intense pain to her sexual center. She had no explanation as to why the thought
of her pleasure button roasting at the tip of a hot flame turned her on, but it
most certainly did. She smiled broadly
as she heard the crackling sound as the flame evaporated the moistness that
coated her sex. Then, as the old lady
called out, “Five seconds,” Sue climaxed again, sighing loudly. This brought whispers of amazement from the
audience as they realized what was happening.
Sue smiled with
contentment as her sex continued to take the flame. She continued to hear the crackling sound,
but now the pain began to get worse.
Then she could smell cooking meat, and began to worry that her strange
fantasy might be a foolish one.
“Ten seconds!” the
Mistress of the Games announced loudly, and watched in amazement as the blonde
climaxed again. By now most girls would
be screaming in pain and terror, begging to be let loose from their torture.
Dan Ackerman couldn’t
take his eyes off his ward’s sizzling clean-shaven sex. He knew that the pain to her clitoris had to
be agony, and his penis twitched with excitement. He wished he had guts enough to fuck the girl
as she burned. He heard a giggle, and
looked up to see Sue smiling down at his twitching manhood, evidently reading
his mind.
“There isn’t time, OW,
to have proper sex, Dan!” Sue said giggling, “and if you don’t do
something…you’re libel to just splort…where you
stand. I have a…naughty idea! Just step…as close as possible…take matters
in hand…and spray me. Maybe…your
hot…seed…will cool…me off!”
Sue climaxed yet again,
and glanced downward, trying to see the clitoris she could hear sizzling in the
candle flame, but it was inside the curve of her belly. She glanced back up to see Dan furiously
working his hand over his erection, and then heard the old woman announce,
“Fifteen seconds!”
Sue moaned loudly in
obvious pain, and in disappointment that her clock was running down. Then Dan reached orgasm and began spraying
her torso with his discharge. Sue joined
him in climax, and then frowned as she realized that some of Dan’s ejaculate
had nearly put out the flame she was so dearly enjoying. The flame quickly recovered, and Sue could
hear liquid crackle as it boiled and tender flesh sizzle from the heat applied
to it. She smelled cooked meat again,
and hoped she wasn’t being burned too badly.
The Mistress of the
Game declared, “Twenty seconds! Snuff
the candle flame!” The old woman then
frowned as she watched the tightly bound blonde moan in pleasure from yet
another orgasm as one of the stagehands snuffed the candle flame with his thumb
and forefinger. This event was supposed
to be about punishment not pleasure; Sue Richards evidently disagreed!
Sue had a dreamy look
on her face as the stagehands quickly released her bonds. She still had the dreamy look as Dan lead her
back to their position in the audience!
Chapter
9.
The Final Dare
As Sue and Dan
sat down, Janet chided, “Christ, Sue, if you wanted my pain slut title that
badly, you should have just said so!
Even I can’t climax a half dozen times without having sex!”
Sue
blushed beet red, and said, “Tell me I didn’t!” The grin on Janet’s face told that she had,
and Sue’s blush deepened as she said, “Oh my heck! Uhm…I think I could
use a towel.”
Wanda
said softly, “Dan, be a dear and fetch your ward one of those wet washcloths
and a towel. In the meantime, I’ll use
one of the sterilizing/pain killing tissues on Sue’s nipples while Zatanna does the same with her clitoris. When you get back, I promise I’ll turn her
breasts back over to you.” Wanda watched
Dan nod and get up as both she and Zatanna opened
tissue packets and went to work on their blonde friend.
Sue,
seeing the concern on Wanda’s face, and hearing Zatanna
whisper, “Sirotilc leah!” several times in a row, asked in a shaky
voice, “Oh! Crap! How badly did I get burned?”
“Don’t
worry about it, Sue,” Wanda said softly in an encouraging tone. “You might have third degree burns in places,
but probably not. I think you can thank
your multiple climaxes for that. You were
juicing pretty good.”
“She
has got to be burned worse than that, Wanda” Tyler Roberts observed. “I could smell her cooking all the way over
here.”
Janet
noticed Tyler’s irritation at Wanda as her buxom friend ignored his
observation, electing instead to concentrate on her own silent heal spells as Zatanna continued to chant, “Sirotilc
leah!” Janet
quickly interjected, “I thought I could smell burnt flesh too, Tyler! I got a good look of Sue’s nipples as she sat
down, though. I think Wanda is right,
and, while they are a bit scorched, they aren’t really burned.”
Dan,
having returned with the washcloth and towel, sat down behind Sue. Wanda decided she better keep her word, and
handed Sue’s escort her tissue as he passed the blonde the wet washcloth and
asked, “How are your naughty bits, Sue?
Are you in a lot of pain?”
“I’m
fine, Dan,” Sue answered as she began cleaning Dan’s spunk from her torso and
her own juices from the inside of her thighs.
“It hardly hurts at all now, and thanks to you and this washcloth, I’m
starting to feel human again.”
Wanda
quickly inspected Sue’s nipples before Dan started using the tissue on
them. It was still obvious that they had
been scorched, but they were healed to the point that the blonde would not
likely have her skin start peeling, and they probably didn’t ache too
badly. Wanda was actually afraid that
their escorts would become suspicious if she healed them any better before
their ride to Final Fantasy. Wanda hoped
that Zatanna was doing at least as good a job of
healing the damage to Sue’s sex.
Wanda’s
attention was brought away from Sue, to the activity on the stage floor, as
Janet tapped her on the shoulder and then pointed to the open, rectangular
bondage frame that had been set up.
There was a crossbar at the top of the frame, but not at the bottom,
where horizontal bars perpendicular to the frame were attached to the bottom of
each of the vertical bars to form stands.
There was a pair of loop-shaped brackets on both sides of the top and
bottom of the frame, obviously meant for securing wrists and ankles. “Wanda, is that circular device the stagehand
just placed on the floor centered under the restraining frame what I think it
is?” Janet asked with obvious excitement.
“Hmmm,”
Wanda began as she stared intently at the device, “if you’re thinking that is
an orgasmatron beam emitter, then, yes, I think it
is. It looks like someone is going to
get a little pleasure rather than pain.”
The Mistress of the
Games stepped back up to the lectern and announced,
“Now it is time for our last game of ‘Truth or Dare’. The ability to restrain and control your
libido during sexual situations is perhaps the most valued skill of all for the
girls in this world where it is the right of men to take pleasure and the duty
of women to provide it. As girls, you
must always make sure that the man’s needs, whether your chosen partner or a
stranger demanding servitude, are met before you worry about your own
needs. Who among you believes that you
have the ability to withstand a pleasure beam directed into your sex at its maximum
intensity for three minutes without yielding a climax?” The old woman looked out to see that most
girls had raised their hand, and announced, “The punishment for being less than
truthful for this dare will be docking, so the truth of your claim will be
tested while you are strapped into the restraint behind me. The docking will be administered by either
your guardian or his designee. Only one
girl may have her truth tested by accepting this dare. Rather than raising hands as I state duration
times, let us hear you girls voice your bids.”
“Four minutes!” Janet
called out loudly with a broad smile on her face. She hadn’t yet taken a dare, and felt like
she was missing out.
“Careful!” Andy warned
with obvious concern. “If you get
docked, it is going to hurt like hell, and you are not going to ever be the
same again.”
“Docked? What does docked mean?” Beatriz asked, not
understanding what the punishment referred to.
“You don’t know what
the procedure of docking entails?” asked Andy, his disbelief evident on his
face.
“Well,” Sue giggled,
“docking is what a veterinarian does to a dog when he cuts off its tail, almost
always when it is just a puppy. It is a
standard practice for some canine breeds.”
“Holy
shit!” Andy cried out in amazement. “How did you know that? Dogs have been extinct for more than 200
years. These days, docking refers to a
specific procedure used to punish humans.
When you dock a man or woman, you clip off their erect nipples. Commonly, the glans
of their engorged sex organ is excised as well.
At Club X, this is a way to add insult to injury, as, still having
breasts, the docked girl can’t leave and get her wounds treated until after
putting her meat at risk in the lottery.”
“What
the hell are you doing, warning these girls, Andy?” Tyler Roberts asked with
obvious irritation. “I was hoping I
would get a chance to dock Zatanna, here!”
“No,
I want it to be Tora who gets docked by at my hands,”
Kevin said with a chuckle. “Bid now, Tora! You said you
expected to get your breasts ruined tonight, and this would be a great start.”
“Five
minutes!” Tora called out loudly in obedience. “Andy said the glans
of the genitals is commonly excised as well as the breasts’ nipples. Will the girl taking this dare lose her clittie if she climaxes?”
“She
most certainly will, you stupid sow!” Kevin spat vehemently. “I’ll get to ruin your tits and destroy your
sex life at the same time.”
“Six
minutes!” Janet called out. “Stop
bidding, Tora!
In ‘Truth or Dare’ it is for you to bid only when you want the dare, and
then your escort can challenge the truthfulness of the winning bid if he wants
to put you at risk. I’m going to win
this dare even if I have to go to a bid of twenty minutes, so stop running up
the timer on me!”
Tora blushed and opened her mouth to say something. She thought better of it, and shrugged at
Kevin after closing her mouth.
Janet
knew the entire room had heard the argument, and wasn’t surprised when Mike
Simon’s gorgeous wife bid, “Eight minutes!”
She flashed a sexy smile at her husband, who grinned at her with an
encouraging look.
Without
pause, Janet bid, “Nine minutes!”
Mrs.
Simon smiled broadly, thinking how easily she was managing to run up the bid on
the over eager girl. She called out,
“Eleven minutes!” She smiled at her
husband who was grinning in amusement.
Janet
smiled sheepishly at the Simon’s, and said, sounding crestfallen, “Well, if you
want the dare that badly, I’ll let you go first and hope that my escort, Andy,
will challenge the truth of your claim.”
Janet was rewarded with looks of astonishment on Mike Simon’s face and
fear on his wife’s.
“Are
there any further bids?” the old woman asked loudly looking around the room.
“Bid,
Tora!” Kevin commanded while glaring at his ward.
“No!”
Tora spat back.
“I don’t like this dare!”
The Mistress of the
Games announce loudly, “Jeanette Simon has stated that she has the ability to
resist climax while a pleasure beam is focused on her sex at its highest
intensity for eleven minutes. If no
gentleman challenges the truth of this claim, she will not have to prove
it. Which of you gentlemen will put your
ward at risk by challenging the truth of this girl’s claim?”
Andy had his arm raised
even before Janet’s elbow caught him in the ribs. He knew his spunky ward was still trying to
protect Tora from Kevin, who also had his hand raised
along with Tyler Roberts.
The Mistress of the
Games had noticed Janet’s clever ploy of running up the bids while pretending
to be worried that others were doing that to her. If Jeanette could prove the truth of her
claim, the old woman thought it would be only fitting to make Janet match her
performance. “Andy Summers, I accept
your challenge of the truth of this girl’s claim. Therefore your ward will have to match her
time of eleven minutes over the orgasmatron beam
without climaxing if Jeanette proves her claim to be true. If she is forced to try to match Jeanette’s
performance, but fails to do so, she will be docked at your hands. Unlike the high bidder’s guardian, you may not
designate another to perform this duty for you.”
“I understand,” replied
Andy, “and I will take great pleasure in docking this foolish pain slut if
given that duty!” Andy stared into
Janet’s face with a look of resolve, to make sure she knew the truth of his
words.
The Mistress of the
Games turned to Jeanette Simons and commanded, “Come to me, girl! The truth of your claim has been challenged,
and thus you must prove yourself.” After
Jeanette had stood and walked to the stage, the old woman led her over to the
back of bondage frame where a stagehand waited.
“Secure her, have her prepared for docking should she fail to prove the
truth of her claim, and focus the orgasmatron beam on
her clitoris” the old woman commanded.
The man nodded and quickly secured one wrist and then the other to the
upper post loops with twine. Then he
bent and secured the girl’s ankles to the lower post loops, spreading the
girl’s legs wide.
The stagehand then
threw a small tube that he had pulled from his left pants pocket over the
center of the upper cross bar, and pulled the tube through a loop in the end of
the cord it was attached to, until the cord was tight around the cross bar. He then positioned the cord with the now
suspended tube between the girl’s breasts so that the tube rested against her
skin just below her large, perfect breasts tipped with erect brownish pink
nipples.
The stagehand pulled a
small clear plastic device that looked like a giant syringe out of a belt
pouch. It had a thin lower tube, with a
small torus around its very end, which led to a much thicker tube. The thicker tube had what looked like a plunger
at the end opposite the thinner tube.
The plunger was, in turn, connected to a thick, soft rubber gasket that
was presently positioned inside and at the bottom of the thicker tube. The man positioned the end of the thin tube
over Jeanette’s swollen clitoris, and began pulling the plunger back; the girl
moaned as the suction from the plunger retracting the air tight gasket pulled
on the glans of her clitoris and causing her clitoral
shaft to stretch. When the plunger was
fully retracted, the stagehand used the fingernail of his index finger to push
the torus at the end of the thin tube, a tightly stretched rubber ring, off of
the tube. With an audible snap, the ring
compressed around the base of Jeannette’s sexual center, and brought another
loud moan from the girl. The man then
pushed the plunger forward to release the suction, and put the device back into
his pouch. He carefully checked the
little organ, noting that about a quarter inch of tender flesh extended outward
from the apex of the girl’s sex, and that the little rubber torus was
successfully preventing the stretched organ’s retreat into its burrow.
Next, the stagehand
turned on and made some adjustments to the orgasmatron
beam emitter, until a red light could be seen centered on Jeanette’s exposed
clitoris. He locked the tracker onto its
target and then commanded, “Move your hips in a circle, girl.” Jeanette complied immediately, and everyone
in the room, save Jeannette herself, could see that the red light moved with
her sex, remaining focused on the girl’s sexual center.
The other stagehand
walked to a position before the girl carrying two small silver trays. He handed one tray to the first stagehand,
and then held his tray before the girl so she could see its contents: three already unsealed packets of the
disinfectant/painkilling tissues, a bottle of liquid with an eyedropper, and
two small round bandages and a third tiny round bandage. This man set his tray beneath Jeanette’s
wide-spread legs near her right foot and walked away.
The first stagehand
held his tray before Jeanette so that she could see his its contents: a small pair of surgical scissors with very
thin and obviously sharp blades, a small metal bar with a forked end that
curved upward to form a J-shape, one of the vibrators having an orgasm
detector, a small rectangular pad with several buttons that was obviously a
remote control device, and two rubber cylinders, one thinner than the
other. He set the tray on the ground
centered between the girl’s legs, and then held the thinner of the two
soft-rubber cylinders before the girl’s fear-filled eyes with his left
hand. With his right hand, he pushed the
open jaws the small medical scissors around the end of the rubber cylinder and
slowly closed them, easily cutting the end of the rubber cylinder, which
dropped to the ground. Jeanette’s face
filled with fear, and then with horror as the stagehand bent, touched the
rubber cylinder to her clitoris, and then dropped the scissors and cylinder
into the tray between her feet.
The man picked up the
thicker soft rubber cylinder and stood again.
He held the cylinder before the girl’s widened hazel eyes with his left
hand. Then he lowered the cylinder to
breast level, and picked up the tube that rested on the girl’s chest as it
dangled from its cord. He pushed the
button on the tube forward, and two horizontal half disks with razor sharp
edges rotated slowly forward and outward, opening the barrel of the tube. When the half disks had rotated to horizontal
positions, and the tube was fully open, the man pushed a half inch of the
rubber cylinder into the barrel of the tube and released the button. With a loud metallic click, a strong spring
that was somehow connected to the outsides of the flat ends of the half disks
snapped the half disks back into their vertical position and severing the end
of the rubber cylinder. Jeanette was
gasping and shaking in fear as the man circled each of her turret-like nipples
with the closed end of the cold metal tube before hitting the open button and
allowing the severed end of the cylinder to drop to the floor. As he dropped the tube, allowing it to return
to its position below and between the quaking girl’s breasts, the stagehand
placed the rubber cylinder in the tray and picked up the remote control before
turning to the old lady and saying, “She’s ready, except for the vibrator,
which I’ll insert into her vagina when you give the word.”
“OH
MY GOD!” Janet spat loudly, her eyes filled with
a mixture of fascination and horror as she watched the stagehand finish
demonstrating the docking tools to the tightly restrained and obviously
terrified Jeanette, and then hand the remote control to the Mistress of the
Games. “I’m so wet I can’t stand
it! I wouldn’t last thirty seconds over
the pleasure beam emitter, let alone eleven minutes, after watching that
demonstration of how my naughty bits would be nipped following my inevitable
forced climax.”
“Then you better hope
that girl isn’t more disciplined than you are, Janet,” Wanda said softly,
stating the obvious. “If she can avoid
climaxing and force you to match her dare, I bet you get the same demonstration
once you are strapped into that frame.
That’s why the stagehand left the rubber cylinders on the tray beneath
her legs.”
“Look,” Beatriz
exclaimed, pointing to the old lady, “I think that exquisite sexpot is about to
get her dare started. The Mistress of
the Games just nodded to the stagehand, and he is inserting the vibrator into
the brunette bombshell’s sex. If she
climaxes, the green light will come on, just as it did when we pleasured
ourselves.”
The Mistress of the
Games, seeing that all preparations were complete, walked into the audience and
handed the remote control to Mike Simon, instructing, “You, sir, as your ward’s
escort must activate the pleasure beam emitter that will test her ability to
control her libido. Press the upper
button, and I will activate the timer as you do so. Then hand the remote control back to me.”
“Good luck, honey!”
Mike called out loudly, giving his wife a look of encouragement, and then
pushed the remote’s activation button.
The man then handed the timer back to the old woman, who had just
activated her automated stop watch.
Jeanette began moaning
immediately. She had some experience
taking orgasmatron beams on her sex, having visited
her husband’s business competitor’s debreasting club
before. She had done several stints in
the debreasting booths at Final Fantasy, but always
with her husband standing before her debreast button
ready to send any would-be un-papered bacon poachers to the back of a Jessica
machine if they threatened to pop her Grade-A D-cup balloons.
Jeanette’s current
situation was different, a fact that she was all too aware of. The beam bathing her sex in pleasure was set
at full intensity, and her stretched clitoris was fully exposed to the direct
emissions. Additionally, the
demonstration of how the docking tools would be used to mutilate her genitals
and breasts had elicited the same reaction from her as it had from Janet; she
had begun her dare already sexually aroused.
“Look at the girl
squirm as she tries to get her sex out of the pleasure beam’s path,” Beatriz
chortled in obvious excitement. “Damn,
that’s a sexy dance! I vote Janet takes
a turn, even if Jeanette gets herself docked.”
“But, if Janet
volunteers for a turn, and gets a climax forced upon her by the orgasmatron device, won’t they dock her too?” Tora asked wide-eyed.
“I certainly hope so, Tora!” Beatriz replied with a laugh. “I’d love to watch Janet yelp as the tips of
her naughty bits get clipped. What do
you say, Janet? Will you volunteer for a
stint in the dare if foxy Jeanette fails to make it through her turn?”
“I’ve got to admit that
I am tempted, Beatriz,” Janet giggled, being totally honest. “However, that might make it difficult for me
to get the rest of my breasts poached when we get to Final Fantasy.”
“Janet, are you saying
that you plan on playing the booth game at Final Fantasy later tonight?” Andy
asked with horror in his eyes. “Is that
what Tora meant when she said her breasts would
probably end up ruined tonight anyhow?”
“Maybe, Andy,” Janet
replied, biting her lip as she regretted her goof, “but don’t be surprised if
we show back up here some other night, still fully intact. We aren’t beam junkies, and may take a pass
on Final Fantasy’s Game room.”
“Indeed,” Wanda said as
she nodded, “I’m not going to do anything that is likely to leave me
permanently flat-chested. I rather enjoy wearing these curves!” Wanda glared at Janet, indicating she needed
to be more careful with her words in the future.
“One minute!” the
Mistress of the Games announced loudly as she watched the moaning and squirming
girl secured in the bondage frame. The
old lady thought that Jeanette certainly didn’t look like she would be able to
maintain her self control for eleven minutes, and she had watched a lot of
girls be tested by pleasure beams in her time.
Jeanette was having the
same thoughts. The one-minute booth
finale was the longest she had ever spent over an orgasmatron
beam emitter, and, in the debreasting booths, she had
always allowed herself to be brought to climax early in that minute, savoring
the pleasure. She had survived her first
minute in this dare, desperately trying to avoid a forced climax, but she was
already regretting trying to run the timer up on the spunky auburn-haired girl
who had seemed so very much to want to take the dare for herself.
“I wonder what it feels
like to get your nipples docked?” Tora
queried softly. “I mean, getting your clittie clipped would obviously hurt horribly. But, what about just your
nipples?”
“If you had drawn Andy
as your dart thrower earlier tonight, Tora,” Zatanna quipped as she giggled, “you would know that the
nerve bundles leading to your nipples are very sensitive. Getting your nipples docked is probably going
to feel very much like plunging your breasts into a bed of hot coals!”
“Two minutes!” the
Mistress of the Games called out from the position she had taken behind the
girl in the bondage frame. She wanted to
make sure the audience had an unimpeded view of Jeanette’s desperate dance.
Jeanette had stopped
squirming in attempt to get her hips out of the orgasmatron
beam’s path, but was moaning even louder in obvious pleasure. She knew she had to do something to break the
beams hold on her attention. She began
yanking her arms downward, alternating arms.
She wasn’t trying to break the twine; she knew the stagehand would just
retie her if she did that. She was
trying to cause pain to her wrists to distract her attention from the pleasure
being beamed into her sex.
“Oh! Yes! I
guess I got lucky with the dart game,” Tora finally
admitted after spending time watching Jeanette struggle. “I only took one hit to my tittie, but I thought that hurt plenty!”
“I got lucky as well,”
Beatriz acknowledged. “I did notice that
the other four of you took at least one dart shaft into your tender
turrets. However, I doubt that the
intensity of the pain from those dart hits is even close to comparable to the
agony Jeanette’s going to feel when she gets docked, and the way she is
responding to the pleasure beams so early in this dare, I think it is safe to
predict she will get docked. I bet
walking around without the usual bumps is going to feel very strange to her for
quite some time.”
“Three minutes!” the
Mistress of the Game announced from her position at the back of the stage. She noticed that the audience had grown
silent as they watched the girl in the bondage frame desperately twisting and
yanking every which way she could.
Jeanette was indeed
desperate, as she could now feel the heat building in her loins. As the old lady called out ‘three minutes’,
and the realization hit her that she was already building towards climax yet
still had eight minutes to go in the dare, the sultry brunette began sobbing. Thirty seconds later, the girl stopped
struggling against her bonds, and hung limply as she thought about the
disappointment and embarrassment she was going to heap on her husband, Mike, by
losing the dare. She looked down at the
tube that so cruelly hung below her breasts and against her skin as a lurid
reminder of what would happen to her when she accepted the forced climax that
she knew was imminent.
Jeanette looked up, and
locked eyes with her husband for the first time since he had activated the orgasmatron beam emitter.
He looked miserable. She looked
back down to the docking tube, and imagined it positioned over her erect
turrets, one at a time. She froze,
holding her breath for fifteen seconds, fighting one final time to regain her
composure before the heat in her loins became unbearable. Then Jeanette heard three loud sighs, her own
sighs, and knew she had lost the dare.
She could hear the audience buzzing, which meant they knew it too as
they saw the green light below her vulva and waited with pent up excitement to
watch a beautiful girl get docked. Jeanette shivered in trepidation.
The Mistress of the
Games used the remote to turn off the orgasmatron
device, and called out loudly, “Mike Simon, your ward has failed to prove the
truth of her claim that she could withstand a pleasure beam at full intensity
on her sex for eleven minutes without climaxing. She, in fact, climaxed at three minutes and
fifty five seconds. The punishment for
her failure to prove the truthfulness of her claim is to be docking. As guardian, Mike Simon, it is your duty to
dock your wife forthwith, or appoint another to do the docking in your
place.”
“I want that bitch to
do it!” Mike Simon yelled, obviously filled with rage, as he pointed to
Janet. “I want her to see, up close and
personal, the fate that should have been hers!”
Janet gasped and shook
her head, shrilling, “No! I don’t want to hurt your wife!”
“You ran up the
duration bidding, and forced Jeanette to accept a dare beyond her abilities to
cope with!” Mike Simon spat angrily.
“You have already harmed my wife!”
“But she was trying to
run the bids up on me as well,” Janet gasped, not knowing what else to
say. “You can’t deny that! It isn’t my fault that I had the sense to
give up the dare first. I shouldn’t be
forced to maim the girl!”
“You, girl, will do as
the gentleman asked!” commanded the Mistress of the Games, finding it
incredible that an un-papered girl would actually argue with a male within THIS
club’s walls. “If you do not come
forthwith onto the stage, and comply with this man’s wishes that you be the
person that docks his wife, I will declare that you will be docked as
well. Mike Simon would be given the
privilege of performing your docking, in compensation for his loss as his
wife’s attributes are docked.”
Janet felt Andy pushing
her up to her feet, and realized she had no choice but to do as she was
told. “Very well…I’m coming!” Janet said
quickly in a shaky voice. “I’ll do the
duty I have been given. However, I’ve
never seen this done before. Could I get
some instruction?”
“The stagehand will
tell you what to do,” the old lady replied with obvious irritation in her
voice. “See to it that you carry out
this duty with as much decorum as possible.”
Janet, hoping to avoid
irritating the club official further and to get the unpleasant duty done as
quickly as possible, rushed out to the stage to stand before the quivering
Jeanette. She watched nervously as the
stagehand bent down and picked up both trays, one in each hand, and then
whispered, “Tell me what I need to do.”
“First, girl,” the
stagehand, a handsome man with long blonde hair and the only male in view with
clothing, said as he took a step back, “you need to stand over by me to the
right side of the restraining frame so that you are not blocking the audience’s
view. He watched as Janet quickly did as
she was told. Then he watched as Mike
Simon left his place in the audience, walked over to kiss his wife, and then
stood on the left side of the bondage frame.
“Mistress,” the stagehand whispered softly to the old woman standing
behind him, “this girl is obviously very inexperienced in these matters. May I instruct her to perform this duty as I
would perform it myself…without recrimination?”
“Yes,” the Mistress of
the Games answered.
“You, sir,” the
stagehand said addressing Mike Simon, “will you allow me the liberty of making
sure that this experience, while certain to be most unpleasant for both you and
your wife, is as memorable as possible as I guide this girl’s actions.”
Mike Simon nodded
without saying a word. He agreed with
the stagehand’s sentiment. Jeanette was
only going to be docked once in her life.
And with luck, Mike would never see one of his future wife’s suffer the
same penalty.
“Okay…what is your name
girl?” the stagehand whispered, his mouth close to Janet’s ear.
“Janet,” the spunky
heroine whispered back, happy for the guidance she was evidently going to
receive.
“Okay, Janet, my name
is Tony” the stagehand whispered, his confidence obvious. “Now, first I want you to pull the docking
tube away from the subject’s chest and look it over.
Janet did as she was
told.
“Now push the tube’s
button forward to open the docking blades,” Tony whispered, watching as Janet
complied. “Now, gradually let the button
slide back.” Again he watched the girl do as she was told. “Did you see how, as the blades rotate to
close, the cutting edges get closer to the barrel of the tube?” He watched as
Janet nodded. “Because of that, you
can’t use the end of the blades to judge when you have the docking tube
properly positioned to take the subject’s entire nipple. If you try to do it that way, you’ll end up
having to dock the targeted nipple at least twice, adding to her pain. The best way to do the docking is to open the
blades, push the barrel partly over the targeted nipple, and let the blades
close very slowly, pushing the barrel forward until the blades finally touch
flesh in the right position. I recommend
that you have a tiny bit of areola under the blades, to make sure you get the
full nipple. Once you have both blades
touching flesh in the right position, you don’t have to worry about the inward
rotation. The rotating blades will then
pull the trapped flesh into the barrel as they close, completing a successful
docking. Is that clear?”
Janet nodded, saying,
“Yes, thanks!” She started to open the
blades on the docker.
“Not yet!” Tony
whispered. “Now, when it is finally time
to do your duty, custom dictates that, if the subject tries to look away or
close her eyes as she is being docked, you release the button when the blades
are properly positioned over the first nipple, snapping it quickly off with the
embarrassing loud click you heard when I demonstrated earlier. Then you take the second nipple off, after
the blades are properly positioned, by letting the blades close as slowly as
you can manage, extending her agony in payment for her disrespect of your
duties. However, if the subject gives
the docking her full attention, you do everything slowly but methodically,
giving her a chance to savor the unrepeatable ceremony. Understood?”
“Yes, Tony, I
understand both your words and philosophy,” Janet whispered, looking into Tony’s eyes so that he knew she was being honest. “Do I do her now?”
“No, Janet,” Tony said
with a grin. “When I’m done talking, I
want you to gently place the docking tube back against her chest between her
breasts. Then you should pay respect for
the sacrifice the subject is about to have forced upon her by lifting and
weighing her breasts, massaging them for a few seconds, and then sucking on both
nipples until you are sure they are erect as they can possibly be. THEN, pull the docking tube away from her
chest, point it towards her face so she can see you open the blades, and using
the procedure we just discussed, carefully dock one nipple and then the other
in a manner befitting her attention to the ceremony. I’m done talking until it is scissors time.”
Jeanette shivered in
fear and anticipation of her punishment as she listened to Tony’s
whispered instructions—instructions she was happy for Janet to receive. Jeanette had watched botched dockings before,
where it took two and sometimes three bites of the docking tube’s blades to get
a nipple fully removed. If she had to
lose her tender nipples, she hoped it would be during the first try for each
sensitive turret, even if it meant losing a bit of areola as well. Then she watched as Janet slowly placed the
suspended docking tube again against her chest, issuing a low whine as she felt
the cold of the metal on her skin.
Janet risked getting chided for blocking the
audience’s view, as she stepped in front of the girl and cupped Jeannette’s
breasts in the upturned palms of her hands.
She lifted first the right breast in her left hand and then her left breast
in her right hand, bouncing the mammaries slightly to
help gage their weight and firmness.
Janet had a silly smile on her face and awe in her eyes as she realized
how huge the melons were, and how little sag there was to them. Then she dropped both breasts and watched
them bounce, before placing the palms of one hand on each side of Jeanette’s
left breast and gently rubbed the satiny unmarked skin. She rotated her hands clockwise, her palms
never coming off of the warm, soft flesh until her right hand was below the
breast and her left hand was above it.
She squeezed the breast slightly, and then softly rubbed to top of the
breast while tickling the underside.
Then Janet tweaked Jeanette’s left nipple with her right thumb and
forefinger several times, realizing the turret was already likely as erect as
possible.
Janet turned her
attention to Jeanette’s right breast, duplicating her tender treatment of the
left one. This breast’s skin was also
perfect and unmarred, and the brownish pink nipple extending outward from the
perky silver-dollar sized areola also appeared to be fully erect. As Janet examined the two erect nipples
before her, pointing straight outward from the perfect breasts, she realized
that being forced to display a pair of scars where nipples once proudly
protruded from such lovely ornaments was going to be a terrible punishment to
bear. Janet frowned as she realized the
girl was going to forever remember her face, as the face of the person who had
mutilated her.
Janet lowered her head
and pulled Jeanette’s left nipple into her mouth and gave it a gentle suck
while swirling her tongue around the swollen nub, and was rewarded with a moan
of pleasure. Janet continued to orally
stimulate the tender nipple for several seconds, before moving her mouth to
Jeanette’s right nipple. As she suckled
that nipple, she was rewarded with another pleasure-filled moan. A few seconds later, Janet stepped sideways
to return to the right side of Jeanette where she would again be out of the
audience’s view.
Janet slowly reached
over to pick up the suspended docking tube with her right hand, being careful
not to touch Jeanette’s chest. She
brought the untied end of the tube up, with the blade control button under her
thumb, and positioned it, pointed towards Jeanette’s face, in front of the helpless
girl’s fear-filled eyes. “I’m sorry it
came to this, Jeannette,” Janet said softly.
“I wish we had both kept our heads and stopped bidding at three
minutes.”
“Don’t you dare use my
name, bitch!” Jeanette spat in anger, her hazel eyes
glaring as she looked into Janet’s surprise-filled blue eyes. “We’ve never even been introduced.” The bound girl returned her attention to the
punishment device before her face, and the look of anger was replaced with one
of horror as she watched the blades get slowly opened under the control of
Janet’s thumb. Gradually, the horror
faded from Jeanette’s eyes as her face slowly filled with resignation as she
accepted her fate. “I want the docking
to be done slowly…but only once for each nipple if you can manage it,” Jeanette
instructed softly with a cracking voice.
Janet nodded and slowly
lowered the docking tube until the open barrel was in front of Jeanette’s left
nipple. Then she slowly pushed the barrel forward over the quivering turret,
gradually allowing the button to slide backwards and close the blades as she
gauged the turret’s girth. Carefully,
she pushed the tube forward until the sharp blade edges touched Jeanette’s
areola just inward from the base of her nipple.
Janet allowed the button slide slightly further back until both the top
and bottom blades were in contact with flesh, and then glanced quickly upward
to verify that Jeanette was watching with widened and unblinking eyes, the
terror on her face evident. The spunky
heroine brought her own eyes back to the end of the docking tube, and then
allowed the button to gradually slide backwards, allowing the blades to slowly
rotate downward and inward, pulling the now trapped flesh into the barrel as it
did so.
Jeanette began
screaming loudly in pain and terror as she felt the tug and pinch as the blades
bit into the tip of her breast. She
continued to scream as the pain got worse and the sharp edges of the blades
began to slice deeply into her delicate flesh.
The bound girl gasped and gagged as fire filled her breast from the slow
severing of her delicate nerve bundle.
Finally, she moaned mournfully and began sobbing as she felt the tension
at the tip of her breast release as docking tube became fully closed, trapping her
amputated nipple.
The stagehand held the
tray with the scissors in front of Jeanette’s face, and nodded to Janet who had
looked over to him in surprise. Then he
nodded to the docking tube, and watched as realization filled the girl’s blue
eyes. Janet quickly pointed the barrel
of the docking tube downward over the tray, and pushed the button forward,
opening the blades and allowing the severed nipple to drop onto the tray as the
sobbing girl watched in horror. The
stagehand lowered the tray and nodded at Jeanette’s remaining nipple.
Janet frowned and then
shrugged, and lowered the docking tube until the still open barrel was in front
of Jeanette’s right nipple. She slowly
pushed the barrel forward over the erect nub of flesh as she again gradually
allowed the button to slide backwards and close the blades. While Janet carefully positioned the
amputation device, she could hear Jeanette gasping and sobbing. When the blade edges finally came into
contact with Jeanette’s areola near the base of her nipple, Janet heard the
bound girl suddenly hold her breath.
Janet carefully adjusted the button and the position of the blades,
until both blades were on skin. She
glanced up to make sure Jeanette was still paying appropriate attention, and,
seeing that the girl’s tear-filled eyes hadn’t wavered from the doomed nipple
and razor-sharp blades, she allowed the blades to
begin to slowly close.
Janet heard shrills of
terror as she watched the tip of the breast get tugged as the nipple began to
be pulled into the tube’s barrel by the rotating blades. Then the shrills became screams of pain as
the blades bit into the erect flesh, followed by agony filled gasps as the
blades slowly bit even deeper and the nipple’s nerve bundle issued its protest
against the appendage’s destruction. The
slightly stretched breast suddenly popped back into shape as Jeanette’s nipple
was finally trapped behind the tightly closed blades, and the docked girl
returned to her mournful sobbing.
The stagehand again
held the silver tray with scissors and one excised nipple up before Jeanette’s
face, and watched the girl gag between sobs as she saw Janet open the docking
tube blades and dump a second nipple onto the silver tray. As the stagehand pulled the tray back, he
watched Jeanette twist her head and follow her amputated breast tips with her
sad, tear-filled eyes. Then he pushed
the other tray forward and held it below Jeanette’s breasts.
The stagehand watched
as Janet pulled one of the sterilizing and pain killing tissues from its
already open packet and began to clean the circular wound on Jeanette’s left
breast; there was surprisingly little blood.
Once Janet was satisfied with her cleaning, she reached for one of the
larger circular bandages, opened its package, and gently applied the bandage to
the damaged breast tip. As Janet picked
up the tissue she had been using, and started towards the wound on Jeanette’s
right breast, the stagehand shook his head, and nodded towards the tray,
whispering, “You have to finish cleaning the first breast.”
Janet nodded, understanding
what he meant, and used the tissue to wipe down the first severed nipple that
had been dumped onto the tray. Then she pulled a second tissue from its open
package, cleaned the wound on Jeanette’s right breast and bandaged it. She finished by cleaning the second severed
nipple, and dropped the second used tissue atop the first one.
The stagehand knelt and
placed the medical tray on the floor next to Jeanette’s right leg, and the
scissor tray on the floor centered between the bound girl’s
shaking legs. Her pain-filled sobs had
largely stopped, as the numbing solution from the tissues had done its
work. However, her fear had obviously
returned as she contemplated her final punishment. The stagehand looked up to Janet and
whispered, “On your knees. You still
have to clip her!” Jeanette responded by
desperately yanking on her bonds as she watched Janet slowly kneel.
Janet, blushing deeply,
picked up the scissors with her right hand.
She held them under Jeanette’s vulva and opened and closed the scissor
blades several times to see how the instrument felt as she worked it,
unintentionally eliciting moans of terror from the bound girl. Then Janet stared closely at Jeanette’s
stretched clitoris protruding from her clean-shaven sex, and used the tip of
the scissors to point to a place where the organ became less shiny and less
bulblike. “I only have to clip the glans right?” Janet asked softly. “I would say that the glans
ends, and the clitoral shaft begins here.
The less I take, the more likely she will be able to orgasm during sex.”
The stagehand nodded,
and said, “I would agree with your call, but it’s safest to take more in case
someone else disagrees. It would be
worse for her if you have to cut her a second time.”
“No,” Mike Simon interjected, “take as much
of the organ as possible. Her fillet
will already become devalued as meat without the clit glans,
and I’m not worried about her future sex life.
Make the cut below the compression ring.” Mike shrugged his shoulders as his wife
twisted her head and looked at him with shock and sorrow in her eyes.
Janet frowned, but
nodded and replied softly, “I’ll do what I’m told. The shaft isn’t stretched anywhere near to
its limits. I could probably get a lot
more of her organ if we had a declitting tube or some
similar tool.”
“You’ll have to make do
with the pry bar,” the stagehand whispered, pointing to the J-shaped metal tool
with the split end that curved upward.
“Oh, that is what that
is for,” Janet said softly as she picked up the little tool with her left hand
and looked at it. She carefully slipped
the forks under the rubber torus so that one fork was on either side of
Jeanette’s stretched flesh and rotated the long end of the bar backwards,
lifting the compression ring and prying even more clitoral shaft into open
air. Janet pried until Jeanette began
moaning in discomfort, and, before anyone could question if more shaft could be
exposed, she positioned the open blades of the scissors on either side of her
subject’s clitoral shaft atop her clitoral hood. Being careful not to nick the hood, Janet
very slowly began to close the blades.
Janet winced as Jeanette screamed in terror as she felt the pinch of the
blades, heard a snap as the stretched flesh gave way to the shearing blades and
the remaining clitoral shaft below her scissors whipped back into its burrow,
and then heard the docked girl howl in agony as Janet watched the beheaded
pleasure button fall to the silver tray below the bound girl’s legs.
Janet quickly removed
the final tissue from its open packet, and went to work cleaning the area that
used to have a treasured pleasure button.
Once satisfied with her work, she picked up the bottle with the
eyedropper, saw the stagehand nod, opened the bottle, and used the dropper to
squirt the liquid into the channel the remaining clitoral shaft had retracted
into. The medical treatment completed,
Janet applied the remaining tiny bandage to the damage zone. Then Janet picked up the scissors, and cut
the compression ring from the three-eighths-inch-long severed clitoris, before
cleaning the extirpated organ with the tissue she had used on the girl’s sex
and then placing the organ back on the tray with the severed nipples.
The stagehand
transferred the equipment from the tray holding the severed girl bits to the
medical tray, plucked the vibrator out of Jeanette’s vagina, and handed the
tray with the amputated tips to Janet.
The man grinned at Janet with a wicked look, and chortled, “Good job! That was a hot docking! If I wasn’t working, I would either fuck you
or dock you right now, but sadly I must miss out. Give the tray to the Mistress of the
Games.” Turning his attention away from
the astonished girl holding the tray, he discarded the vibrator and began to
untie Jeanette.
As the Mistress of the
Games received the tray from Janet she pronounced, “You, girl, have carried out
your duty to dock the girl who was untruthful in her claim that she could take
a pleasure beam at full intensity on her sex for eleven minutes without
climaxing. You may return to your
position in the audience.”
As Janet quickly walked
away to join her friends, the old lady turned to the now freed Jeanette, who
was still sobbing, more from disappointment at her unfortunate fate than from
pain, and handed her the silver tray.
The Mistress of the Games chided, “Here are the docked bits, girl, which
would make you whole. Give them now to
your guardian, who is also your husband, so that he may see what he has lost.”
From her seat with her
friends, Janet watched Jeanette turn and hand the tray with the naughty bits
Janet had excised from her body to Mike Simon.
Then the room watched Mike dump the contents of the tray into a trash
can and throw the tray to the floor.
Janet could only assume that she was watching the beginning of another
41st Century divorce; one that she herself had caused by being
clever as she played a game called ‘Truth or Dare’!
Chapter
10.
Spin the Bottle
The six heroines
had laughed, talking about their embarrassing roles in the ‘Truth or Dare’
games, as their escorts took liberties with the girls’ breasts and the
stagehands busily set up the props needed for the next event. When Sue saw the first noose go up, she
exclaimed loudly, bouncing her bottom in excitement over the floor on which
everyone sat, “OH MY HECK! The next
event is going to be ‘Spin the Bottle’.
This is your chance to teach Zatanna that
dance of yours, Tyler!”
“I
certainly hope I get that chance,” Tyler laughed. “However, we are supposed to get another social
period first. I want to fuck Zatanna’s sore pussy before she dances. There’s the Grand Master now,” Tyler said as
he looked up to the edge of the raised observation booth, “presumably to start
the second orgy.”
“Gentleman of Club X,
wives, and guests,” the Grandmaster of Club X called out from the raised booth,
“I hope you have enjoyed our inaugural events for this party; events that were
specifically designed to reward our wives and guests for their much needed
presence here tonight. I want to thank
the Mistress of the Games for her excellent leadership and officiating of those
games. I know we are supposed to have a
social period now, but as we are running late we will have to forgo that
opportunity. I suggest you gentleman
take your pleasures as opportunities allow as we move on to the featured events
and lottery.”
The Grandmaster
continued in his official tone, “Now it is time to begin fulfilling one of the
principal functions of our Saturday night parties. We must begin stocking up on meat for our
Sunday outdoor barbecue. I thank in
advance those girls who become meat as a result of their escorts volunteering
them to participate in our games of chance.
This meat will be put over the coals around 6:00 a.m., so that the long
pigs are ready for consumption tomorrow shortly after the noon hour.”
“I will also take this
opportunity to acknowledge and thank Bill Jennings,” the Grandmaster continued,
“for providing the Jessica machine that will be used to spit the volunteered
sows that will begin being live-roasted as the roasting pits used to prepare
the lunch meat become available for use.
The live-roasters will be ready for consumption sometime in the early
evening. Tom Simpson and Ralph Edwards
have already notified us that their firstborn daughters have turned eighteen
and look forward to performing their duties as volunteer sows. Additionally, Tyler Roberts has notified us
that his fourth-born daughter has turned eighteen and will eagerly perform her
duties as a volunteer sow. We will need at least nine other sows for
live-roasting tomorrow afternoon, so I urge the gentlemen of Club X to consider
generously donating their wives or guests to that cause at the end of this
night of revelry. May the Master of the
Games now step to the stage lectern and conduct the pre-lottery games of
chance.”
The Master of the Games
stepped to his lectern, and said, “Gentlemen of Club X, wives, and guests, our
first game of chance will be ‘Spin the Bottle’.
As you see, the stagehands have set up eight gallows to form a circle
around the sectioned up stage, and in the center of the circle is a spinner
that will be activated to eventually point at one of the gallows, which will by
then feature a sow in a noose at the end of its drop plank. Three dice will be rolled, and the sow on the
selected gallows will dance for us; the length of the dance in minutes will
equal the sum of the numbers face up on the three dice. I’m sorry, depending on the selected gallows
you may need to move from your present position to get a better view. Which of you gentlemen as husbands will
volunteer your wives to become sows as they play this game of chance?”
The Master of the Games
watched as six men stood, pulled women up in front of them, and raised their
hands. He entered the numbers on the
armbands of the six girls into the computer.
“Which of you gentlemen
as escorts will volunteer your wards to become sows as they play this game of
chance?” the Master of the Games asked, looking out into the crowd.
Janet watched as the
heroines’ escorts began standing and pulling her friends to their feet, and
began to stand herself. Andy, who had
remained sitting on the floor behind her, put his hands on her shoulders and
forced her back down. “Andy, I don’t
mind risking a one-in-eight chance of an air dance, especially when there is a
good chance that the duration will be short,” Janet protested, not wanting to
be left out.
“Stay seated!” Andy
commanded. “I have a bad feeling about
this. It does mean I’ll feel obligated
to enter you into at least one of the next three events, though, so that it
doesn’t look like I’m going easy on you.
Do you prefer edge play or breathe play?”
“Breathe play,” Janet
replied quickly, “which is why I wouldn’t mind risking the noose. However, you are my escort, and I trust you
to know what I need to do.” Janet
frowned, as she glanced up to see all of the other heroines standing.
The Master of the Games
looked out to the seventeen men who stood with their hands raised and women in
front of them. He entered the numbers on
the armbands of the seventeen girls into the computer. He activated the computer and announced, “The
computer program has determined that three wives and five guests will become
sows to participate in this event. The
numbers of the wives, now deemed sows, are 3, 17, and 33. Will these sows’ escorts select a gallows in
the order I read the numbers, and stand their respective sows on the gallows
platforms. The numbers of the guests,
now deemed sows, are 8, 27 42, 44, and 45.
Will these sows’ escorts select a gallows in the order I read the
numbers, and stand their respective sows on the gallows platforms.”
The escorts quickly did
as instructed, taking the girls to the back of each gallows and then up the
wooden stairs until each girl stood on the main gallows platform facing the
center of the stage. Sow 3, a luscious
redhead with green eyes and swooping C-cups tipped with pinkish brown nipples
and areolas, stood on the most favored gallows at the back center of the stage
as her escort had first choice. Wanda,
the last sow to be positioned, stood on the least favored gallows in the front
center of the sage with her back to the audience and facing the back of the
stage. The husbands of the other two
papered sows had chosen the gallows centered on the sides of the stage. Sow 17, a fine-featured blonde with blue eyes
and huge, slightly drooping D-cups tipped with pinkish nipples and areolas,
found herself on the gallows nearest the main entrance
to the chamber facing the back of the room.
Sow 33, a sultry, brown-eyed raven-haired oriental girl with brownish
nipples and areolas tipping perfect C-cups, was positioned nearest the back of
the chamber facing the main entrance.
The other four
un-papered sows had taken the four angled gallows in the circle. Sue was positioned to the right and slightly
forward of sow 3, while Zatanna was positioned to the
left and slightly forward of sow 3, both girls in favorable viewing positions
for the audience and Zatanna nearer the front of the
chamber. Sow 8, a lithe, dark-eyed black
girl with short cut black hair and brownish tipped swooping C-cups, stood to
the right and slightly forward of Wanda, her back to much of the audience and
the main chamber entrance. Sow 27, a
voluptuous blonde with green eyes and perfect C-cups sporting pinkish
silver-dollar-sized areolas tipped with thick, turgid nipples, stood to the
left and slightly forward of Wanda, her back to much of the audience and the
props room.
Wanda, Sue, and Zatanna had clapped when they heard their numbers called
out, and had been joking about air dancing techniques as they waited for their
turns to mount the gallows platforms. It
seemed Zatanna was quite knowledgeable about both
survival techniques and presentation styles; she had incorporated noose play
into her magic shows, which were her main source of income. Now they stood on their respective gallows
platforms shivering with anticipation as they and their escorts waited for
further instructions from the Master of the Games.
Seeing that the sow’s
escorts finally had all the sows on their selected gallows, the Master of the
Games commanded, “Escorts, you will find a length of twine on the platform to
your right. Pick the twine up and use it
to tie your sow’s hands securely behind her back.” He waited until all of the men had nodded to
him, indicating their twine work was complete, and then commanded, “Escorts,
push your sows toward the center of the circle, and position them at the very
end of the hinged drop planks.” When the
Master of the Games saw that all eight girls were in position, he commanded,
“Escorts, place the noose in front of your sow over her head and onto her neck,
tighten the noose knot with the knot positioned on the right side of her neck,
and step back off the plank and onto the
platform.”
As Evan pulled the knot
of the soft, thick noose tight around her neck, Wanda looked up to see that the
noose rope was secured to a winch attached to the high ceiling of the
room. Then, as Evan backed away, she
looked down to the Master of the Games as he commanded, “Sows, lift yourselves
up onto your very tippy toes. Stagehands
take up the slack in the rope.” As
always, Wanda became uneasy as the rope was pulled tight and the noose began to
tug at her slender neck. As she glanced
at Sue and Zatanna across from her, she could see
they didn’t look particularly comfortable either.
Seeing that the sows
were all ready to dangle if their gallows was selected, the Master of the Games
pulled three large dice out of compartments in his lectern and proclaimed, “Dice will now be cast to determine the length of one girl’s
dance.” He tossed the three cubes into
the air and watched as they fell and bounced on the stage floor. Once the dice had come to rest, he announced,
“Two fives and one six; the unlucky sow will have to dance for sixteen
minutes! Prepare to activate the
spinner!”
Wanda paled as she
heard the duration time announced and heard the other girls gasp in fear. She wanted the noose off of her neck and to
be down off of the gallows, and she wanted it now. However, the auburn-haired beauty knew that
wasn’t going to happen. She also knew
that one of eight girls was going to die strangling at the end of a noose. No one could air dance for sixteen
minutes. Club X was about to collect
their first long pig for tomorrow morning’s roasting pits.
Wanda heard the Master
of the Games call out, “Stagehands, activate the
spinner!” And, from her vantage point at the end of her drop plank, she could
see the spinner in the center of the stage rotating so rapidly she couldn’t
tell where the pointer was. Then the
spinning became slower and slower, and soon Wanda became filled with terror as
it was obviously running out of momentum, but looked like the pointer might
just reach her sector. Wanda took a deep
breath and held it, as she waited for the pull on her neck.
There was a click to
Wanda’s left, and she watched as the drop plank beneath the voluptuous blonde
dropped below her toes with a creaking sound.
Wanda watched in horror as the blonde’s noose rope was pulled taut as it
took her weight, and the girl, her green eyes filled with shock and fear, was
left swaying in the air at the end of her rope.
The blonde’s drop plank was now hanging downward and resting against the
front of her gallows, and the noose around her neck was slowly tightening.
Wanda glanced down to
see that the tip of the pointer in the center of the stage was two inches from
the line that separated her sector from the blonde’s. Wanda grinned—she was happy to not be making
her final dance just now.
The Master of the Games
watched the blonde at the end of the rope lift her legs, as if she would start
her dance, but then she seemed to regain control of her senses and fought to
hang limply. ‘Foolish
sow! You’ll not stall your fate
for long,’ he thought. Then he called
out, “The rest of you escorts can release your sows, who are now once again
girls, if you want. You can watch the
dance from the gallows platforms if you wish.”
The Master of the Games watched four of the men release the rope from
their sow’s necks, pull the girls back off the drop planks, and start untying
their wrist twine. The other three men
seemed to have other plans.
Zatanna
watched wide-eyed as the blonde twisted in air, trying to fight the urge to
find something solid for her feet to rest on.
The rope was thick, and the drop had been minimal, and Zatanna knew that, if a girl had a calm mind and kept from
flailing wildly, she could last a long time at the end of a rope. But not sixteen minutes. Zatanna was
confident the blonde would start kicking her legs as she danced on air long
before that.
Zatanna’s
thoughts were abruptly interrupted as she suddenly felt Tyler Roberts’ hands
reach around her hips and grab her inner thighs. Tyler pulled on Zatanna’s
inner thighs, forcing the raven-haired beauty to part her legs. As the noose of the taut rope was still
around the girl’s neck, and because she had already been forced up to her toes,
this meant Tyler had Zatanna’s feet in the air almost
immediately. Zatanna
quickly began gagging as the noose bit into her neck. Then she felt Tyler thrust his phallus hard
into her vagina. As promised, Zatanna was being forced into her post-labium whipping
intercourse. She moaned loudly in pain.
The only good thing
about having Tyler’s manhood begin roughly pounding her sex,
was that it took some of the weight off of the noose rope. On the other hand, it also provided a lot of
jerky actions that caused the noose knot to tighten. Zatanna knew this
rape could possible cause her to hang to death.
She glanced to the right at Sue and then straight ahead to Wanda. Dan and Evan were giving her friends the same
treatment that she was getting, and Sue’s privates were likely even more tender
than her own. Zatanna
was making a point of moaning in pain which each inward thrust of Tyler’s
erection, but she was sure Tyler was wondering why she wasn’t bawling in
agony. Zatanna
decided there was nothing she could do to allay Tyler’s suspicions, or to
prevent his raping her, so she returned her attention to the voluptuous blonde.
Sue had yelped loudly
in pain as Dan’s hips had bumped her own during the first few thrusts into her
sex. Fortunately, Zatanna
seemed to have done a miraculous job at healing the burns to her clitoris, and
Sue thought she might even be able enjoy the sex that was being forced upon her
if her neck rope didn’t get too tight.
She could see that Wanda and Zatanna were also
getting raped while suspended by their necks.
She glanced around to the other five couples; evidently, watching the
heroines get sex forced upon them had given them ideas. The girls were all on their hands and knees
and being taken from behind. The redhead
to Sue’s left was being sodomized.
Several minutes later,
Wanda had begun to moan in pleasure as Evan plundered her sex. Abruptly, he pulled out of her vagina and
helped her get her toes back onto the drop plank. Evan had decided that Wanda was going to have
too much fun if he continued having intercourse with her, and he had also
decided that he was tall enough that he had other options, even with Wanda on
her toes. Evan pushed the glans of his turgid penis against the rosebud of Wanda’s
sphincter. Wanda moaned in
frustration. She was going to get anal
sex forced upon her yet again, and Wanda really hated anal sex.
Wanda’s attention was suddenly drawn away from
the pressure being exerted against her behind.
The blonde to her left had suddenly began thrusting one leg and then
another backwards, trying to reach the surface of the gallows platform so
tantalizingly close to her. Wanda knew
that this was the start of her dance, and that once a hanging girl’s dance had
started, it was almost impossible to stop it before she was either let down
from her noose or had expired. Wanda
could see the girl’s escort standing behind her on the gallows platform with
his arms folded in front of him; he had a silly grin on his face as he watched
his ward dance on air. Wanda was finding
the dance fascinating as well; if she had not heard herself moan in pain, she
might not have realized that Evan had succeeded in forcing his way past her
sphincter and was now plundering her anus.
Out in the audience,
most of the girls had been forced to their hands and knees, so that their
escorts could also indulge themselves in a manner that both genders could watch
the dance of death. As Andy pushed her
forward from behind, Janet glanced to her right to see that Beatriz and Tora were both getting sodomized by their respective
escorts, Ted and Kevin. She felt Andy
begin taking a position behind her that told her Andy was in a mood for anal
sex as well. Janet twisted her head and
smiled at Andy, asking, “Andy, could you do me a favor, and fuck me now? I’m still really aroused from docking
Jeanette, and would really appreciate a climax.
It won’t take me long to get off.
If you do that for me, I’ll give you the best oral sex you have ever had
when that blonde stops dancing.” As
Janet turned her head back forward, apparently to resume watching the air
dance, she grinned. She could sense Andy
lowering his hips. Janet Van Dyne had
talked her way out of a sticky situation yet again.
“You, bet,” Andy
replied softly with some disappointment evident in his tone. “I’ll hold you to your promise of that blow
job though!”
Over the end of one of
the drop planks, Zatanna was now moaning in pleasure
rather than in pain as she watched the blonde kicking desperately at the end of
the rope. Zatanna
could tell that the girl’s strength was leaving her, and that she wouldn’t last
too much longer. Zatanna
believed the Master of the Games thought so to, for he finally announced the
time status as he said, “Five Minutes!” Zatanna heard the girl issue choking sounds as she tried to
scream in fear; she obviously knew she still had eleven minutes to go before
she would be let down from her noose.
Sue was also was now
moaning in pleasure, but the moans were quite garbled as the rope around her
neck had grown quite tight. Sue was
afraid there was a very real danger that she would pass out, and die in the
middle of intercourse. She hoped that
she could steal at least one more climax, even if induced by auto-asphyxiation, out of life, but
then she was distracted from these thoughts as the air dancing blonde suddenly
began pulling her knees upward and then throwing her feet downward in a parody
of a jumping motion; it was if she was trying to use the air beneath her feet
to push her body upward and relieve the tension on her neck.
Wanda also watched the
new air dance technique in fascination as she moaned in the discomfort of her
anal intrusion. However, some of her
moans now carried a tinge of pleasure, not because she was starting to enjoy
the sodomy, but because Evan was now using his right hand to stimulate her
sex. He was mixing light circular rubs
around her sexual center with two fingered probes past her labial lips and into
her vagina. Wanda probably wished she could
deny it, but she was also finding the blonde’s battle with her noose to be very
stimulating. Wanda was sure that source
of interest was about to end soon, however.
The downward thrusts of the blonde’s feet had stopped. Now the best the girl could manage was weak
jerky motions as she thrust her feet sideways and then closed her legs back
together. Suddenly, the voluptuous
blonde’s body stiffened and she issued a garbled moan. The wetness on the girl’s thighs as she
managed a few more sideways thrusts of her feet told of the reason for the
moan—she had accepted the final climax that most girls experience at the end of
the rope when it finally dawns on them that they are about to die.
Just as the air dancing
girl finally stopped fighting the rope, her body still swaying and twisting
above the stage floor, Zatanna sighed loudly in
climax. This caught Tyler by surprise,
as he had been worried about his own needs and had assumed he was still hurting
Zatanna. Tyler
decided it was time for a new strategy.
He pulled out of Zatanna’s vagina, helped her
get her toes beneath her, and then pulled her noose free of her neck. He dragged his ward back to the gallows
platform without untying her hands, pushed her down onto her knees, and then
pushed her forward so that she had to support the weight of her body with her
forehead. He viciously thrust his
erection deep into Zatanna’s anus, and was rewarded
with a howl of agony. Then he began an
intense anal rape of the raven-haired girl, and was rewarded with the most
wonderful moans of pain.
Sue reached climax
seconds later, watching the girl’s body hanging limply from her rope, while her
own rope was choking her to the point that she was about to pass out. Sue gasped in relief as Dan suddenly ended
his intercourse, lifted her body with his left arm around her torso, and used
his right hand to free the noose from her neck.
He glanced over to see what Tyler was doing to Zatanna,
and decided the man had a good idea. He
pulled Sue back to the gallows platform, pushed her down to her knees and
forehead, and slowly began pressing his member against her rear entry. Sue didn’t react or appear to even notice
what Dan was attempting; it would be a few moments before the flow of oxygen to
her brain would compensate for the noose.
As Wanda watched the
voluptuous blonde expire, Evan began moaning and pounding his manhood furiously
into her behind. This caused the
auburn-haired beauty to moan from both discomfort and frustration; Wanda had
been close to climaxing from Evan’s dexterous digital manipulation of her sex,
and now he had both hands on her hips so that he had better leverage to aid in
his anal assault. Wanda suffered through
the frustration as she watched first Zatanna, and
then Sue, get freed from her noose and pushed to her knees. Then Evan groaned loudly as he ejaculated
into Wanda’s rectum.
Evan stopped pounding
his hips into Wanda’s buttocks and just savored his climatic moment with his
arms wrapped around his ward’s waist.
Then he pulled out of the girl’s well-abused ass and freed her from her
noose. He pulled Wanda back onto the gallows
platform, and pushed on her shoulders, urging her get down on her knees so that
he could give intercourse another go.
Wanda twisted her body
around to face Evan, and, blushing beet red, admitted, “Evan, I’m hung up…on
the edge of climax. If you would…you
know…finish me orally. I’ll bring
you…off again…with my mouth.”
Evan thought about the
request and accompanying offer for one-half second, and then dropped to his
knees. He knew he was probably going to
get needled by his friends for servicing Wanda, but he believed getting a
voluntary blow job from her would be worth it.
Evan looked up into his ward’s gold-flecked blue eyes, a grinned as he
asked, “You’ll swallow, not spit, right?”
He watched Wanda nod with a desperate look on her face, and then applied
his tongue to the task at hand. He took
two long licks through Wanda’s labial lips, and then began swirling his tongue
around her clitoris, while occasionally sucking gently with his mouth. Within fifteen seconds, Evan found that he
had made a good bargain as he heard Wanda issue three loud staccato sighs as
she experience a powerful climax. When
the girl had finally stopped bucking above him, Evan stood and pushed Wanda to
her knees in front of him. He grinned in
pleasure as the buxom beauty eagerly took his manhood into her mouth and began
to carry out her promise with her hands still tied behind her back.
Our in the audience,
Beatriz, with a little cooperation from Ted and Kevin, and some serious sweet
talking to Tora, was now the linchpin of an
adventurous foursome. She had her head
on the floor under Tora’s crotch as she lay on her
back, and was avidly performing cunnilingus on her Norwegian friend while Kevin
sodomized the face-down Tora. Beatriz’s legs were being held vertically
into the air over her uplifted hips while Ted anally assaulted her, and Tora was at least attempting to reciprocate for the
pleasure she was receiving by using her own tongue on Beatriz’s sex.
Meanwhile, Janet,
having been brought to climax during intercourse with Andy, was eagerly
performing fellatio on her escort. Andy
was already much less disappointed at missing out on anal sex than he had been
a few minutes earlier. Janet had talent!
Out on the gallows
platforms, Zatanna was moaning as Tyler continued his
assault on her anus, the glow from her own climax only a memory. Fortunately, her sodomy came to an end as
Tyler ejaculated into her rectum and jubilantly screamed, “YES!” Tyler pulled Zatanna’s
head up off the platform and forced her to face him on her knees. “Use your mouth to clean me, Zatanna,” Tyler commanded pointing at his now semi-erect
penis. Zatanna
frowned as she blushed, but quickly began doing as she had been told.
When Sue had regained
her wits, Dan had already pushed through her back door and was avidly
plundering her behind. Sue moaned as she
suffered through the anal rape, and was more than a little pleased when she
heard Dan’s loud gasp and felt his hot ejaculate in her rectum. Sue was forced to leave her head on the floor
supporting her upper body as Dan rested his chest on her back for a moment, and
then issued a long sigh of relief as he withdrew his member from her anus. Sue felt herself pulled around to face Dan,
still on her knees. Dan pointed to Tyler
and Zatanna, and chortled, “Your raven-haired friend
is cleaning HER juices off of Tyler’s cock.
I want you to do the same for me, Sue.
Suck me clean!” Sue paled and
then gagged, and then slowly bent forward to comply with the command.
Meanwhile, Wanda was
still implementing her oral skills on Evan’s manhood. She had been alternating between sucking and
pumping her head over the turgid phallus in her mouth, sometimes twisting her
head to add a rotational movement. Now
she was swirling her tongue around the rim of the glans,
and she could feel the manhood in her mouth pulse and swell. Wanda sensed she had Evan close to orgasm, so
she applied her culminating technique; she pushed her head forward as far as
she could over the tumid penis, fighting off the gag reflex, and began
swallowing around the tip of the organ.
She heard Evan moan, “OH! SHIT! DON’T STOOAAAaaaaa!” As Wanda felt Evan’s hot seed hit the back of
her throat, she pulled slightly back to let the ejaculate fill her mouth. When Evan finally pulled his manhood out of
her mouth, Wanda stood, made a show of swallowing, and then gave her escort a
peck on his mouth.
Out in the audience,
Beatriz’s foursome was wrapping up. Both
Ted and Kevin had climaxed into the behinds of Beatriz and Tora,
respectively, and were now sitting, watching the culmination of a cunnilingus
sixty-nine. Beatriz had already worked
three climaxes out of Tora, and was now gasping
loudly in pleasure as Tora’s tongue finally got her
off. She grinned inwardly; this was a
night that she and Tora would reminisce about for
many years to come.
Meanwhile, Janet was
busily deep-throating Andy as he stood with his head
back and eyes closed. He had a silly
grin on his face and was sighing softly.
Suddenly, Andy moaned loudly in pleasure, pulled his manhood out of
Janet’s mouth, and rewarded her oral talents with a facial. “Darn it, Andy,” Janet growled in protest as
she realized her face was covered with hot sticky semen, “that was a waste of a
lot of good protein, and now I need a washcloth!” Andy chuckled loudly has he hurried away to
fetch some washcloths.
Chapter
11.
Edge Play
Wanda,
Sue, and Zatanna returned from their adventure on the
gallows before Andy had finished his errand, and were busily chiding a frowning
and blushing Janet.
“Jeese, Janet,” Wanda said as she giggled,
“you are a mess. You look like a porn
star at the end of the gangbang scene.”
“I
agree with Wanda,” Zatanna piled on, laughing loudly,
“you definitely have that money shot look.
Were you the little engine that could, and, if so, how many boxcars did
you pull up those tracks? If Andy
provided all that goo, then I’m mightily impressed.”
“Don’t
listen to them, Janet,” Sue said with a giggle.
“We’ve all been subjected to that sort of degradation before. Jake Ringhold
sprayed my face earlier tonight.
However, like Zatanna, I’m curious, was the
line very long…how many men did it take to make that mess?”
“That’s
all me,” Andy interjected, finally back with a handful of washcloths and one
towel. “Janet gave me one fantastic blow
job, and it just seemed natural to give her something in return.” Andy chuckled loudly again as he looked at
the mess on Janet’s face, and quipped, “I admit, I may have gotten carried
away, but getting carried away sure was fun!”
Andy handed Janet a washcloth and the towel, and then handed a washcloth
to each of the other women and their escorts before starting to use the last
remaining washcloth on himself.
A
few minutes later, after looking out to see that most of the gallows props had
been cleared away, although the voluptuous blonde’s body still dangled from her
noose, Sue asked, “What event is next?
They will be setting up for the next event soon, right?”
Dan
laughed at his ward’s question, before replying, “You never know for sure. Part of the suspense is not
knowing how the next sow is going to be converted to meat. However, two things are certain—at least one
sow will most likely die during each of the next three events, and we escorts
will be volunteering you and your friends to be potentially selected as sows
for at least one, if not all three, of those events.” Dan enjoyed the discomfort now evident on Sue
and her friends’ faces, as they watched the blonde’s meat finally get taken to
the kitchen while the props for the next event were assembled.
The Master of the Games
stepped to his lectern, and announced, “Gentlemen of Club X, wives, and guests,
our second game of chance is a new one tentatively called, ‘Heads or
Breasts’. As usual, Club X is offering a
naming competition, with the prize to the person who suggests the selected
event name being a whole long pig or, if you prefer, one of the volunteered
live-roasters, if one turns out to be unneeded for the Sunday barbecue. This game will involve edge play, obviously
involving breasts and/or heads, and any surviving sows will have to exhibit
courage. There will be only two
contestants: one must be a club member’s
wife and one must be a guest. To add to
the event’s suspense, I will say no more than that. Which of you gentlemen as husbands will
volunteer your wives to become sows as they play this game of chance?”
There was a long moment
of silence, as none of the club members seemed willing to volunteer their wives
to become sows in an event with such unknown risks. Finally, after a whispered exchange, one of
the men stood and raised his hand as he pulled his wife to her feet before
him. It was Lisa, the slender brown-eyed
blonde with fair-sized breasts tipped by pinkish areolas and nipples, who had
made the second round of the dart game.
The Keeper of the Games nodded and said, “Thank you Jimmy and Lisa. Lisa you are now deemed sow; sow 9 to be
specific.”
The Master of Games
queried, “Which of you gentlemen as escorts will volunteer your wards to become
sows as they play this game of chance?”
The official watched as eight men stood, pulled their wards to their
feet in front of them, and raised their hands.
Sue, astonished to be still sitting after Dan’s last remark, took inventory, Andy and Janet were still sitting, as were Ted
and Beatriz. That meant Evan, Kevin, and
Tyler were of offering Wanda, Tora, and Zatanna as potential contestants in the game.
Sue, realizing that
there was a nearly thirty-eight percent chance that one of her friends would be
the second sow in the game, was worried.
Her fears were justified as, after entering the eight numbers from the
girl’s armbands into the computer and running the random generator, the Master
of the Games announced, “The second contestant to be entered in the game wears
number 46, and that girl is now deemed sow 46.
Sows 9 and 46, come forthwith to the stage
floor.” Sue twisted her head to look at Tora who wore 46 and was clapping happily, while Kevin
behind her was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Sue watched Beatriz stand, quickly hug her friend, and then urge Tora to make her way to the stage floor before she got into
trouble for delaying the proceedings.
After Tora and Lisa had reached the stage floor, the Master of
the Games conducted them to the center of the stage and had each stand behind
one of two low, vertical panels with two curved indentations at the top; Tora was positioned behind the panel nearest the main
entrance. A stagehand quickly took a
position behind each girl, and the Master of the Games calmly instructed, “Get
these sows ready to play the game.” He
then walked back to the stage lectern.
Tora
had drawn blonde-haired Tony as the stagehand who would prepare her for the
event. She watched with interest as he
pulled a large, thick, tubular elastic band out of his right pants pocket,
stretched it with both hands, and pushed it over her left breast. After he was sure he had the band as close to
Tora’s chest as possible, he let it slip off his
fingers and abruptly compress the base of her mammary so that it looked
somewhat like a ball on her chest. He
pulled another elastic band out of his pocket and repeated the procedure with Tora’s right breast.
Tony pulled another of the elastic bands out of his pocket and fitted it
over her left breast, and when he had it positioned just forward of the first
band, he released it. The second band
compressed the base of her mammary even more. Tony checked to see that there
was a small gap between the two bands, and that the gap was evenly spaced
around her breast and narrow enough that her skin did not bulge out between the
bands. Tony then pulled out a fourth
band and repeated the procedure with Tora’s right
breast.
Tora,
looking down at her deformed breasts, whispered, “My titties
are turning red!”
Tony whispered back,
“They will be purple and tingling before the event is over. If you make it through the event, the elastic
bands will be removed and your breasts will return to their normal color no
worse for the wear. Now hush. You are supposed to listen, not talk.”
Tony pulled out a long
length of twine out of his left pants pocket, moved behind Tora,
and used the twine to tie the girl’s medium length white hair into a
ponytail. He tied the twine again around
the end of the ponytail, and then he tied a small noose on the other end of the
length of twine. The stagehand pushed Tora closer to the low, vertical panel, quickly tied her
hands behind her back with a short length of twine he had plucked from his
shirt pocket, and forced her to her knees, facing the raised booth and
audience. Tony whispered, “Make sure both knees are
touching the panel, and then position your body so that your head is as high as
possible, meaning your thighs will be vertical and your hips, and abdomen,
chest, and neck aligned directly below your head.” Tony smiled as Tora
quickly complied.
Tony took a remote out
of his shirt pocket and used it to make a winch attached to the roof lower a
rope with a small hook directly above Tora’s
head. When the hook was in reach, Tony
slipped the noose at the free end of Tora’s ponytail
twine over the hook and then used the winch to raise the hook and pull Tora’s ponytail up until her hair almost pulled on her
scalp. Tony smiled and whispered, “That
will help remind you to keep your head high and your body vertical.”
Meanwhile a third man,
oriental and not wearing clothes, had walked to the back of the stage carrying
a long narrow box. Tony and Lisa’s
stagehand, Lisa now in a position identical to Tora’s,
walked back to the man and his box, and each were handed a medium-sized silver
tray and a long but thin and narrow rectangle attached to two rods. Both men walked back to stand in front of
their assigned sows.
Tony knelt in front of Tora, placing the silver tray on the floor in front of the
panel that was under Tora’s breasts. Then he used a control on the front of the
panel to cause the panel to rise, until the upper surface of the curved
indentations were in contact with Tora’s reddened
ball-like breasts, and pushing slightly upward on their base. Tony carefully checked and then manipulated Tora’s position until the gaps in the tubular elastic bands
around Tora’s breasts were centered over the
rectangular panel.
Tony inserted the rods,
which extended outward from each end of the long, thin, narrow rectangle, into
holes on both outer sides of the curved indentations, and pushed downward until
there were two audible clicks. Tony
looked at Tora, gave her a friendly smile, and
whispered, “I don’t want to scare you.
I’m just going to tell you a few things so that we can be careful. Do you understand?” He watched as Tora
nodded, and then pointed to the thin metal rectangle that was now above the
girl’s breasts, and whispered softly and calmly, “This is a cutting blade with
a razor sharp lower edge. In a minute I
have to lower it until it is just touching the top of your breasts between the
elastic bands, so we have to be careful not to cut you accidentally.”
Tony then pointed to a
grove that split the top of rectangular panel and ran from rod hole to rod
hole, and whispered, “If you are unlucky in this event or lose your courage,
the rods will suddenly be pulled downward causing the cutting blade to slide
downward into this grove until it is below the base of the indentations, debreasting you. It
will be unfortunate if you are unlucky, but even more unfortunate if it happens
because you lost your courage. When I
tell you that you can’t move your breasts, don’t, for any reason, no matter
what the Master of the Games says. Do
you understand?” Again Tony watched Tora nod, and then he calmly said, “Good! Okay, I’m going to carefully position the
blade to the tops of your breasts now.
Let’s remember to be careful.
Okay?” Again Tora
nodded.
Tony again operated the controls on the
front of the panel causing the rods to slowly lower, pulling the cutting blade
downward toward the tops of Tora’s breasts. When the blade was close to Tora’s skin, Tony checked the position of Tora’s breasts, and then used a hand on the back of her
neck to manipulate her upper body until the gaps between the thick, tubular
bands compressing the base of her mammaries were
directly under the blade edge. Then he
used the controls to lower the blade until it was touching the skin at the top
of both breasts, causing slight indentations in the skin of each breast between
the two bands compressing the base of each mammary gland.
Tony then smiled as he
looked into Tora’s gleaming blue eyes, and calmly
explained while pointing to the top of her left breast, “Okay, you can’t move
from now on. If you do move your breasts
either forward or backward, the thick tubes of the elastic bands will exert
lateral pressure on the cutting blade.
Once the event starts, that lateral pressure would be interpreted as
your having lost your courage. You look
like a brave girl, so I know you won’t let that happen. Now be careful not to move as I tighten your
ponytail twine a little more; if it pulls on your scalp, you’ll just have to
put up with it until the event is over.
Now remember not to move your breasts, regardless of what the Master of
the Games says. Do you understand?” Tony watched Tora
manage an uncomfortable smile as she nodded.
Then he stepped behind the girl, pulled the remote control out of his
pocket, and used the controller to have the winch above the girl’s head pull
her ponytail taut. His preparation of Tora completed, Tony walked back to the back of the stage
to stand with the other stagehand, who had already
completed his duties with Lisa.
The Master of the Games
announced from his lectern, “Gentlemen of Club X, wives, guests, and sows,
preparations for ‘Heads or Breasts’ have now been completed. Stagehands, activate
the equipment. In this event there are
five possible randomly determined options: one girl will lose her breasts, both
girls will lose their breasts, one girl will lose her breasts and head, one
girl will lose her breasts and head and the other girl will lose her breasts,
and, finally, both girls will lose their breasts and head. At the bottom of the panel in front of the
girls are two colored lights. A red
light will indicate breasts, a green light will indicate head, both lights indicate
breasts and head, and no lights will indicate the sow will likely become a
whole girl. The lights will come on one
at a time if more than one light is to be lit; which sow’s light or lights is
lit first is to be randomly determined, as is the time interval between the
lighting of the lights.”
“I have already
mentioned that any surviving sows will have to exhibit courage,” the Master of
the Games said, continuing his explanation, “because if either of these sows
move their breasts, the lateral pressure on the debreasting
blade will be detected by pressure sensors and the debreasting
blade triggered, leaving only a head for the taking if any light on the sow’s
panel becomes lit. The sows will also
have to maintain their courage for an unknown length of time, for when the
lights start lighting could be any second from now or many minutes from
now. Let this game of chance
begin!”
Tora
listened to the Master of the Games explanation of her predicament with
interest, while concentrating on not allowing her breasts move in any way. She didn’t want to let her friends down by
losing her nerve or her concentration.
She had been confused, however, by one part of the Master of the Game’s
explanation; the man had said either Lisa or herself, or possible both, might
lose their head. She hadn’t seen
anything that threatened either girl’s life.
Tora’s analysis of her predicament was
interrupted as the audience began whispering and pointing.
Among the heroines in
the audience, Beatriz saw it first, and whispered with obvious frenzy, “Look,
the stagehands are each holding unlit lights, and the oriental man is slowly
backing towards the girls! What’s up
with that?”
“I don’t know,” Zatanna replied, concern evident in her voice, “I just hope
all this hubbub in the audience doesn’t distract Tora
and cause her to set off the breast trap.
She has a much better chance of surviving this event if only one light
means her head is the target.”
“Tora
will do fine,” Beatriz said softly, but with obvious conviction. “She is one of the bravest people I’ve ever
met. Look, the oriental man has stopped
backing now that he is between and slightly behind the two girls. Hey, he’s raising something in front of him!”
Zatanna
gasped, along with most of the audience, and then announced, “It’s a two-handed
Samurai sword! The man is raising a
two-handed Samurai sword above his head as he faces away from the at-risk
girls…I mean sows.”
Out on the stage, Tora heard gasps coming from many in the audience, and
wondered what was happening. She almost
moved, but caught herself just short of disaster. Then she could sense that there was someone
standing behind her and to her right, in a position that would be equidistant
from Lisa. Tora
wanted to look, but steeled herself to remain still and forced her eyes to
concentrate on the debreasting blade and the elastic
bands that would trigger it if she got careless.
An eternity seemed to
pass, but Tora was an unmoving statue. She was resolved not to lose this test of
courage and concentration, even if it meant that, if her green light came on,
she would die ignorant of the cause.
Then she heard a loud clack, and Lisa shrill in agony. Out of the corner of her eye, Tora could see Lisa’s breasts land with a splat, nipples up
on the silver tray before the girl’s panel.
‘Did Lisa lose her nerve and move?’ wondered Tora,
the thought reminding her to return her attention to her own breasts’
positions, as she heard Lisa continue to scream. There was a whistling swish, and Lisa’s
scream abruptly ended. Then there was a
muffled thump.
A bead of sweat formed
on Tora’s forehead, as she fought to maintain her
concentration and resist the temptation to twist her head so she could see the
scene that she imagined had unfolded to the right of her. Tora didn’t need to
see it—Lisa’s head suspended from a ponytail tied to twine and a crumpled body
below it. Her friends could tell her
about it later, she thought as she took care not to move.
Out in the audience,
Beatriz and the other heroines had indeed watched the spectacle in awe. The red light at the base of Lisa’s panel had
lit without warning, and the debreasting blade had
been snapped downward to disappear into the body of the panel so fast there
wasn’t even a blur to see. Lisa’s
breasts seemed to hang where they were for a split second,
as if it hadn’t registered that they had been severed from the girl’s
chest. Then, as the girl started howling
in agony, the pair of breasts had somersaulted, as if in slow motion, onto the
tray that had been placed before her panel in anticipation of receiving Lisa’s
gift of bacon.
Before any of the
heroines could comment or otherwise react, the green light at the base of
Lisa’s panel had lit simultaneously with the light held by the stagehand who
had prepared Lisa for the event. It had
been the stagehands’ light the oriental man had been watching, and, the light
lit, he had flashed into action. He had
wheeled nimbly to his left, slashing horizontally with his blade as he
spun. The blade had flashed swiftly, its
movement difficult to track as the front center of the blade’s razor sharp edge
caught the center of the still-screaming Lisa’s neck on her right rear
quarter. The blade had passed through
the girl’s neck as if its path had not even been impeded, perhaps causing
Lisa’s head to bounce just slightly as her scream came to an abrupt end. The man had then immediately returned back to
his ready position, not even inspecting his work, as, in slow motion, Lisa’s
body had tumbled backwards, the view of her spurting neck then blocked from
much of the audience’s view by the rectangular panel she had been kneeling
before.
The heroines, stunned
by the brutality of the event, watched the stage floor for many seconds in
silence and wearing looks of disgust and horror, and then they began smiling as
the event was ending with Tora safe. Beatriz high-fived Zatanna
before both girls returned their attention to the stage, eagerly awaiting their
friend to be freed.
Out on the stage, Tora could see her friends celebrating. She smiled, but then quickly lowered her eyes
and returned her attention to the business at hand—making sure she didn’t move
her breasts. She saw that she was fine,
and that she was still in perfect position, none of her bands particularly
close to the blade edge. Suddenly, there
was a loud clack, and her chest burned in agony as she watched her own breasts
fall out of sight behind the panel before her.
Tora gasped from the pain, but didn’t scream,
so she heard the splat her breasts made as they landed on a silver tray. This was followed by a loud swish, and the
world wobbled around Tora. Her brain burned and told her there was
something dreadfully wrong. Tora looked out into the crowd and found Beatriz’s lovely
face now filled with shock and horror. Tora’s mouth formed a silly apologetic smile, as the world
around her faded to black.
To
be continued.
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