Chapter 7. The First Dare

 

            After watching Kevin leave the punishment area, pushing Tara 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 took 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 Tara, 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 Tara’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 Tara.  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 Tara, 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 Tara’s side to sit behind her.  He reached his right hand forward, and said softly, “Here, Tara, if you’ll give me that, I’ll treat your tits.  I don’t want there to be hard feelings between us!”

            “Okay,” Tara 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 Tara 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 Tara.

“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 Tara 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 sex 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 to 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 Tara’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 Tara’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 Tara 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 Tara’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 Tara’s tits.”

“Actually, Wanda is telling it the way it is,” 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 Tara who gets docked by at my hands,” Kevin said with a chuckle.  “Bid now, Tara!  You said you expected to get your breasts ruined tonight, and this would be a great start.”

            “Five minutes!” Tara 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, Tara!  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!”

            Tara 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, Tara!” Kevin commanded while glaring at his ward.

            “No!” Tara 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 Tara 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 the 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, 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 that 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?” Tara asked wide-eyed.

“I certainly hope so, Tara!” 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 Tara 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?” Tara 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, Tara,” 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,” Tara 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 to 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 into 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 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 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 at the back and front 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 taught 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 taught 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 Tara 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 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 Tara, was now the linchpin of an adventurous foursome.  She had her head on the floor under Tara’s crotch as she lay on her back, and was avidly performing cunnilingus on her Norwegian friend while Kevin sodomized the face-down Tara.  Beatriz’s legs were being held vertically into the air over her uplifted hips while Ted anally assaulted her, and Tara 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 Tara, respectively, and were now sitting, watching the culmination of a cunnilingus sixty-nine.  Beatriz had already worked three climaxes out of Tara, and was now gasping loudly in pleasure as Tara’s tongue finally got her off.  She grinned inwardly; this was a night that she and Tara 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 friend’s 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, Tara, 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 Tara 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 Tara to make her way to the stage floor before she got into trouble for delaying the proceedings. 

 

After Tara 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; Tara 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.

Tara 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 Tara’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 Tara’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 Tara’s right breast.

Tara, 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 Tara, 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 Tara 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 high as possible, meaning your thighs will be vertical and your hips, abdomen, chest, and neck aligned directly below your head.”  Tony smiled as Tara 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 Tara’s head.  When the hook was in reach, Tony slipped the noose at the free end of Tara’s ponytail twine over the hook and then used the winch to raise the hook and pull Tara’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 Tara’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 Tara, placing the silver tray on the floor in front of the panel that was under Tara’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 Tara’s reddened ball-like breasts, and pushing slightly upward on their base.  Tony carefully checked and then manipulated Tara’s position until the gaps in the tubular elastic bands around Tara’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 Tara, 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 Tara 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 Tara 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 Tara 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 Tara’s breasts.  When the blade was close to Tara’s skin, Tony checked the position of Tara’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 Tara’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 Tara 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 taught.  His preparation of Tara 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, and both lights indicate breasts and head.  The lights will come on one at a time if more than 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 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!” 

Tara 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.  Tara’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 Tara 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.”

“Tara 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, Tara 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.  Tara 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 Tara 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, Tara 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 Tara, 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 Tara’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.  Tara 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 it 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 Tara 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, Tara 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.  Tara 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 Tara.  Her brain burned and told her there was something dreadfully wrong.  Tara looked out into the crowd and found Beatriz’s lovely face now filled with shock and horror.  Tara’s mouth formed a silly apologetic smile, as the world around her faded to black.

 

To be continued.

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