Chapter 16. The Sudden Stop at the End of a Drop

After entering the front entrance at the south end of the building, Wanda made her way towards the back of Final Fantasy, hoping to find a table near the dance floor so that the debreasting portals would be in easy view.  She didn’t hold much hope, as the nightclub was packed; even some of the tables behind the back wall of the kitchen, which was situated against the center of the east wall causing the main room to be U-shaped, were occupied. 

            Wanda smiled when she saw a larger, oval table positioned at the edge of the dance floor in place of the usually normal-sized reserved table.  The reason for the smile was the table’s single occupant—Marge Jennings.  Marge, dressed in a lovely red evening dress, had a broad smile on her red-lipstick-covered lips and a twinkle in her green eyes as she stood and waved Wanda and her friends over to the table.  Wanda and her friends rushed to Mrs. Jennings and took turns giving her hugs.  Wanda couldn’t help notice that Marge was in full makeup, and that her shoulder length blonde hair looked as if it had been freshly styled.

            “How are you doing, Marge?” Wanda asked.  “Have your wounds been taken care of?  Darn, I guess before I start asking questions I should say I’m sorry for my role in….”

            “Hush, Wanda!” Marge interjected with a laugh.   “Stop fretting about performing your ceremonial function during my debreasting.  Remember that I have performed that same function a half dozen times myself.  I’m fine.  Under my dress I’m wearing a pair of those circular bandages the Game room here is so well stocked with, so I don’t hurt at all.  Now you girls take a seat while I kiss my husband.”

            As Wanda, Janet, Sue, and Zatanna quickly took seats at the table, Marge gave Bill Jennings a passionate kiss, before softly saying, “I’m so glad you’re here, darling.  Jennifer Bradshaw called me and told me about the…difficulties…you and the girls had with Tyler.”

            “It was nothing, honey,” Bill said and then gave his wife another passionate kiss.  “Tyler is a good fellow.  He just gets carried away sometimes.  What a lovely dress you picked out, wife of mine!”

“Oh, this old thing?” Marge replied with a genuine blush.  “It was the only thing in the closet that left my shoulders bare but covered the bandages, and didn’t look completely oversized in the bust area.   Now, stop dawdling over me, and let’s take care of our guests.  I bet they would like drinks.”

            “Yes, dear,” Bill replied with a laugh.  He liked it when Marge took charge of things.  “Let’s see, who’s on duty for this section of tables?  Sally, could you bring six Lactic Blasters,” Bill called out to the bar at the front of the kitchen.  He couldn’t see Sally due to the girls dancing on the dance floor that filled the northeast corner of the room, between the bar and the back wall of Final Fantasy, but he knew she would be somewhere nearby. 

Bill noted that three of the five pairs of holes in the back wall behind the dance floor, debreasting portals, were filled with breasts of various sizes, shapes, and skin tones, and that the windows above the portals were all opaque.  As far as Bill could see, no one was showing any interest in hitting the red debreast buttons below the computer controls to the right of the small windows.  Bill also noted that there didn’t seem to be any girls preparing to enter the door to the Game room, labeled ‘The Wall’, in the north wall west of the dance floor. 

            Janet and Sue were busy pointing at the debreasting portals and computer controls, evidently explaining how things worked at Final Fantasy to Zatanna, as Bill took his seat.  Wanda was busy chatting with Marge, filling her in on the circumstances behind Tara and Beatriz’s absences at the table.  “What do you think of my establishment, Zatanna?” Bill asked, mainly to bring everyone’s attention together.

            “It is very impressive, Bill,” Zatanna replied.  “The number of customers would indicate that as a businessman you do quite well, and the kitchen seems quite busy adding support to that conclusion.  Of course, I don’t know exactly how everything works, but I can see the breasts of the girls in the debreasting portals, and I noted the three Jessica machines as we made our way to this table.  I’m interested in seeing how the debreasting booths function, naturally, but am somewhat less interested in seeing the Jessica’s put to use.  However, I guess I should first reluctantly ask where any hangings would take place?”

            “The dance floor will be cleared shortly, and five nooses and stools will be set up there,” Bill said softly.  “The nooses drop from the ceiling over the center of the dance floor to form a line parallel to the debreasting portals.”

            Just then, the gorgeous redheaded Sally arrived to distribute the Lactic Blasters her boss had ordered, and she asked with astonishment in her brown eyes, “Miss Wanda, is that really you…with Miss Janet and Miss Sue…?  But you three were debreasted!”  As was always the case for the Grade-A waitresses at Final Fantasy, Sally’s pinkish-brown tipped D-cups were on full display, but so were her privates, indicating she was the on-duty potential menu item waitress and that her fillet was for sale to anyone with the credits to pay for it.

            “Sally,” Bill interjected, “these are the twin sisters of those girls who were here last Friday night; they are honoring their sisters by using their names.  Distribute the drinks, and then post a guard on ‘The Wall’ door.  If anyone asks, tell them the Game room is closing because we are going to have a special event and then move right into our nightly lottery.  Once the three girls in the debreasting booths have left the Game room, clear the dance floor, giving the same answer if anyone tells you to fill one of the then empty booths, which would normally be their right because of your status as the potential-menu-item waitress.  When the dance floor is clear, set up noose stations 1 through 5—regular stools for stations 3 through 5, and tall stools for stations 1 and 2.  Station 2 will have the special equipment we went over yesterday.”

            “Yes, Mr. Jennings,” Sally replied with a confused look on her face.  She quickly distributed the drinks and then rushed off to carry out her boss’s instructions.

            Wanda took a long drink from her Lactic Blaster before asking, “Bill, why are five noose stations being set up?  There are only four of us.”

            “The fifth station is for me, Wanda,” Marge said softly. “I’ll be standing on the stool at station 1.”

            “You’re an air dancing enthusiast, Marge?” Janet asked excitedly.  “How long was your longest dance so far?  Because Wanda is demonstrating some sort of new equipment that hasn’t been fully explained to us yet, the length of our upcoming hangings is uncertain, but might last five minutes or more.”

            “I think what Janet is trying to say, Marge,” Sue quickly interjected, “is that, while we would be happy for the company, we want you to make sure you are up to it.  Last Friday night, during my first hanging, I nearly died after seven minutes in a noose.  Maybe you should pick an opportunity where circumstances are a bit more certain.”

            “No, I’m not, as you say, an air dancing enthusiast, Janet,” Marge replied softly with an obviously forced smile.  “I’ve had a noose around my neck as I stood at the end of a drop plank while playing ‘Spin the Bottle’ at Club X quite a few times, and each and every time I was frightened to my wits end that the random generator would pull my number, but it never did.  This will be my first and last time at the end of a rope without something under my feet, and frankly the duration of the neck suspension will be irrelevant.”

            “Oh!” Wanda gasped.  “I just realized that Bill told Sally to put a tall stool at station 1, needed for me at station 2 because I’ll start the hanging suspended by my breasts, which will hopefully break my fall when it’s time for my neck to take my weight.  You don’t have….”

            “Marge is going to have a long-drop hanging, Wanda,” Zatanna interjected.  “If they do it right, her neck will be broken at the end of the drop…a painless death.  That’s why the duration of the hanging is irrelevant to her.  Shall we change the subject?”

            “But, Marge,” Wanda implored in a soft whisper, “it isn’t necessary for you to end your life.  If this is about losing your breasts, we can take you back to the past and have them regenerated with some alien technology we have in our possession.  Your breasts would be restored, real, and in better condition than they have been in years.  Let us do that for you, and then we will bring you right back to Bill.”

            “What you say is impossible, Wanda,” Marge spat, sounding a bit irritated.  “If that technology was available in the past, we would have it now, presumably much improved.  However, even if it were possible, all of our friends would know I had been debreasted.  I would never be able to explain why I suddenly had breasts again.  Bill and I would never feel comfortable at the Club X functions that are such a large part of our lives.”

            “These girls have that technology, Marge,” Bill said softly, also whispering.  “As Wanda said, it was alien technology.  Janet’s husband learned how to make the technology work, but he never learned how to reproduce it.  That’s why we don’t have the technology today.  Go with these girls and have your breasts restored.  We can drop out of Club X.  I care much more for you than I do for some stupid club!”

            “Stop it Bill,” Marge hissed, obviously getting angry.  “If I were willing to let you drop out of Club X, I would have accepted your plea at the club earlier tonight to get medical treatment and then to stay with you just the way I now am.  What would you tell my firstborn daughter, Susie, so close to her eighteenth birthday and her opportunity to fulfill her lifelong dream of volunteering at a club picnic.  You know it would break her heart if we deprived her of that chance to show off for her friends!  Besides, I’m thirty-six years old and it is well past the time for you to take your third wife, Bill.  My mind is made up!  Leave it!”

            “But, Marge…” Sue began an obvious plea for reason.

            “Leave her alone…all of you!” Zatanna commanded forcefully.

            “No! Zatanna is right,” Wanda said softly as she saw Sue ready to continue arguing.  “If we are to continue coming to this…world…we need to start accepting their customs and stop seeing things from our own narrow perspectives.  I’m sorry for dishonoring your wishes with my offer, Marge.  As a way of changing the conversation to something more pleasant, might I ask how many children you have?”

            “That’s okay, Wanda, and you too Sue,” Marge said, a genuine smile once again on her face.  “Bill and I have talked about how some of our ways are going to be difficult for you girls to accept.  Your visit to Club X must have opened your eyes a bit.  If you are going to continue to be tourists here, you should learn to embrace our ways.  Now, to answer your question, Wanda, I have ten remaining children, two of which were from Bill’s first wife, as was Bill’s firstborn who volunteered to be a live-roaster at a Club X picnic the first Saturday after her eighteenth birthday.”

            “You have given birth to eight children!” Sue gasped in amazement.  “Your body is in great shape for having gone through all that wear and tear, Marge.  All girls?”

            “Thank you for the compliment, Sue,” Marge said with a laugh.  “Actually, I feel like I haven’t contributed enough girls to society and the food supply.  Most women produce offspring every twelve to eighteen months, so seven girls in eighteen years is really a selfish pace.  Obviously the government didn’t think so, however, as they granted Bill a male child permit—the seventh-born of my eight birth children is a boy.”

            “William Jennings, Junior, the pride of my life,” Bill Jennings said with a chuckle, “is now six years old.  He will run this business some day!”  Bill leaned over to give his wife another passionate kiss.

            “You’ve done well for yourselves, Marge and Bill,” Zatanna said with a giggle, and then drained the remains of her Lactic Blaster.  “Uuumm!  These fermented milk drinks are as tasty as Wanda said.  Where do you get the milk?  And yes Wanda explained to me that it is human milk.”

            “I run my own dairy and microbrewery in the building behind this one,” Bill said with a broad smile.  “Producing my own milk and fermenting it, the recipe is Marge’s by the way, really ups my profit margin.  Come in the middle of the day on one of your visits, and I’ll show you around that facility.  I’d love to talk the four of you into taking a stint in the milking stalls!  And yes I know it wouldn’t be the first milking for any of you, but it might be the first time you voluntarily gave up your milk.”

            “Would you girls like another drink?” Marge asked with a giggle, as she looked at the four girls’ perplexed faces.  As she watched all four girls nod, while Bill shook his head, Marge laughed.  “I’m pleased that you girls like my recipe.  Bill, I’m sure your profit margin can withstand a slight delay.  Send Sally over here with another round of drinks, and we will drain them quickly while you inspect the equipment on the stage.” 

            At first Bill looked a bit disconcerted, but then he smiled and replied, “Very well, honey.  I never could say no to you.”  He kissed Marge again and then quickly made his way to Sally, behind the nooses on the dance floor.  Sally was quickly sent to fetch the new round of Lactic Blasters.

            Marge watched Wanda, Sue, and Janet drain their drinks and then drained her own before pointing out, “I assume you girls know that alcohol reduces the oxygen carrying capacity of your blood.  Given that you are about to be hanged for a number of minutes, I won’t be offended if you choose to leave the newly ordered drinks until you get back.”

            Sue nodded thoughtfully, and then replied, “Given that my first hanging was a bit touch and go, I think getting my brain numbed a bit to keep my knees from knocking as I stand on the stool is going to be more important than oxygen.  I’ll gladly take the second drink!”

            “You will do fine this time, Sue,” Wanda said softly as Sally delivered the new round of drinks.  “Just remember to hang limply…at least until the very end.”

            “Note Wanda’s comment, ‘at least until the very end’,” Zatanna said with a broad smile.  “It’s important that you don’t wait TOO long before you start air dancing.  If you do, you’re going to feel silly for having been up there, essentially volunteering to be at the end of the rope, without getting a little exercise, and Bill’s audience is going to feel cheated.”  Zatanna watched Marge take a long drink from her glass and followed suite, as did the rest of the heroines.

            “What do you mean, ‘essentially volunteering’, Zatanna?” Janet asked, somewhat confused by the raven-haired beauty’s words.  “Bill is ordering us to air dance.  As a male, he has a right to order un-papered girls like ourselves to hang or do anything else he wishes us to do, and we have to comply.”

Zatanna laughed, and took another long pull of her drink, before answering, “We could have left this…world…at any time tonight…even now.  We don’t HAVE to obey any rules or anyone’s orders.  I could get us out of here myself without any of you breaking a sweat.  We’ve been obeying rules and orders, allowing strangers to use our bodies and risk our lives, because we have chosen to do so; we volunteered to accept the use and risk if you wish.  We have made a good beginning at embracing this culture’s ways, don’t you agree, Marge?”

            “Indeed you have made a good beginning at becoming 41^st Century women, Zatanna,” Marge replied with a contented smile.  “I suspect that your journey towards accepting the customs of our culture will continue in surprising ways as the night progresses.”  Marge took another long drink from her glass.  “I’m about ready for my final journey, and am very pleased that you girls will be standing beside me as I make it.  I sincerely hope nothing goes wrong for any of you during my husband’s demonstration.”

            “Speaking of which,” Wanda said softly as she held her glass over the center of the table, “I think it’s time for a toast, before we turn our glasses bottom up and take our positions in the hangman’s nooses.  To Marge!  Thank you for guiding us through our initial experiences at Club X.”

“To Marge!” Janet, Sue, and Zatanna said loudly as five girls clanked glasses and then drained their drinks. 

“Time to disrobe, girls,” Marge said as she stood and began to remove her evening dress.  “As Bill always says, it is indecent for a filly to air dance with her fillet covered.”  The four heroines blushed as they removed their bikinis and left them on their chairs.  Once she and her tablemates were nude, Marge led them to the dance floor and the deadly nooses.

Upon reaching the dance floor, the girls found Bill Jennings impatiently waiting for them, the preparations for the hangings having been completed a number of minutes earlier.  Bill quickly used twine to tie all five girls’ hands behind their backs before calmly instructing, “Janet, Sue, Zatanna, you girls take the short stools in any order you wish.  I’ll noose you after Wanda has been geared up, and then I’ll take care of Marge.”

“Alright, Bill” Zatanna replied to confirm she had heard the instructions as she surveyed the lineup of stools.  The three shorter stools at the far side of the dance floor, under what Bill had described as stations 3 through 5, were eighteen inches tall.  The taller stools that Wanda and Marge would be standing on were three feet high and had shorter stools behind them, on the booth side of the dance floor, to make the taller stools more easily mountable.  “I suggest you take station 4, between Janet and myself, Sue; make sure you hang limply and don’t fight the rope, at least until both of us have started our air dances.”  Zatanna watched as Sue nodded, and then asked, “Which station do you want, Janet?”

“The most disconcerting part about having to hang just now is that I’m going to miss watching Wanda’s big balloons get popped, and I really love watching Wanda get her bosom flattened,” Janet chortled.  “I’ll take station 3, next to Wanda.  From there I might at least be able to watch her freshly poached bacon land with a splat on that.”  Janet nodded at the large silver tray positioned on the floor in front of the tall stool at station 2.  As Janet, Sue, and Zatanna stepped up onto their stools facing the kitchen bar, Janet twisted her head to look at the five long cords that were attached at one end to notched stool legs and ran into holes in the base of the north wall centered between each of the debreasting portals.  “It looks like Bill’s had a busy week,” Janet observed softly.  “The stool tipping has evidently been automated.” 

Meanwhile, Bill had Wanda up on her tall stool, also facing the kitchen bar, and tightened her noose with the knot positioned against the left side of her neck just under her jaw while he stood on the shorter stool.  He stepped off of the stool and moved to stand to the front of Wanda on her right side, and positioned a double-noosed, three-eighths-inch thick transparent plastic line in front of her chest; the plastic line was attached to a second length of rope, also dangling from the ceiling, just in front of the hangman’s rope.  Bill quickly cinched each noose tight around and into the base of a breast, causing Wanda’s mammaries to become balls of trapped flesh.  “Time to take your tippy toes, Wanda,” Bill said softly, and watched as the auburn-haired beauty complied immediately.  “Take up the slack in the debreasting line, Sally,” Bill ordered and then watched Sally flick one of a newly installed line of switches on the east wall of the dance floor, underneath the line of switches that controlled ropes which ended in neck nooses.  Sally took up the slack until Wanda grunted as her bosom began to be pulled upward as her breast nooses bit even deeper into the bases of her mammary glands.

“Fetch the vacuum extractor and razor wire length now, Sally,” Bill ordered and then smiled at the quizzical look on Wanda’s face.  As Sally joined him, carrying the now familiar double-tube suction device, Bill gently parted Wanda’s labial lips with his left thumb and forefinger, and licked his right middle finger before he used it to gently tease the girl’s clitoris until it was fully engorged.

“What are you up to, Bill Jennings,” Wanda asked softly, but with obvious concern in her voice.  “My clitoris was not involved in the debreasting device I suggested to you!”

“I know, Wanda,” Bill said with a loud chuckle.  “My engineers came up with this idea.  Now be silent and accept the situation like the brave girl you are.  There is no talking me out of this.”  Bill took the vacuum extractor from Sally, fit the narrow extraction tube over Wanda’s engorged clitoris, and slowly pulled back the plunger at the back of the device, which was attached to the soft, rubber, air tight gasket that was positioned in the bottom of the larger vacuum tube.  Wanda’s clitoral glans was pulled into the narrow tube, followed by a portion of her clitoral shaft as the strong suction pulled and stretched her tiny organ out of its protective channel at the top of her vulva, eliciting a moan from the buxom heroine.  Bill then used the fingernail on his right forefinger to push on the tightly stretched compression ring positioned at the very end of the narrow extraction tube, until it slipped off the end of the tube to choke Wanda’s clitoral shaft, eliciting a yelp of surprise from the girl on the tall stool.

Bill pushed the plunger of the vacuum tube forward to release the trapped clitoral glans from the extraction tube, handed the device to Sally, and checked to make sure the compression ring was preventing the trapped clitoral shaft from retreating into its channel.  “Good!” Bill said talking to no one in particular.  Bill held his right hand behind him as he continued to keep Wanda’s labia parted with his left hand, and said, “Hand me the razor wire, Sally, with the looped end in my hand.  Then you better set the vacuum extractor down, as I think I’ll need your help with this in a moment.”  Bill didn’t watch to see if Sally was complying, he knew she would.  Instead he pushed the loop of the razor wire length against the top of Wanda’s vulva, after first adjusting the size of the loop, working one side of the loop at a time under the thumb and forefinger of his left hand so that he could hold the girl’s sex open and the wire loop in place while freeing his right hand for the next task.

Bill held his right hand behind him again and said, “Now the pry bar, Sally!”  Bill took the little metal tool with the split end that curved upward from his waitress and carefully slipped the forks of the curved split end under the rubber compression ring choking Wanda’s clitoral shaft so that one fork was on either side of the auburn-haired beauty’s stretched flesh.  Then the nightclub owner rotated the long end of the bar backwards, lifting the compression ring and prying even more clitoral shaft into open air. 

“Okay, Sally,” Bill said calmly, “now I need your help.  Carefully hold the pry bar in its current position with your right hand, and Wanda’s labia open with your left forefinger and thumb, like I am now.”  Bill watched as the nude waitress took a position before Wanda, placing her feet wide apart on either side of the silver tray in front of the tall stool, and quickly did as she was told.  His right hand no longer needed on the pry bar, Bill quickly moved his right thumb and forefinger to the knot in the razor wire noose, while he held the noose against the top of Wanda’s vulva with his left thumb and forefinger.  He carefully pulled the knot closed until wire noose was snug around the stretched clitoral shaft under the compression ring. 

“You can remove the pry bar and let Wanda alone now, I think, Sally,” Bill said softly, and watched carefully as she released the pry bar.  The compression ring was pulled inward with the stretched organ as it retreated back into its channel when it was released from the pry bar, trapping the razor wire noose under it.  Bill grunted with satisfaction and then took the free end of the razor wire and tied it, after pulling the wire taut, to the knot to which the two breast nooses were connected.  “There we go!” Bill announced with satisfaction.  “You’re all ready to demonstrate this new debreasting method now, Wanda.  Have patience, while I get your friends and then Marge noosed up, and then I’ll explain exactly what is supposed to take place to you and the audience.”  He watched as Wanda nodded.  The girl was obviously nervous, but didn’t look to be afraid.

Bill quickly moved to the end of the lineup, tightened Zatanna’s noose with the knot on the left side of her neck under her jawbone, and ordered, “Up on your toes, Zatanna!”  The raven-haired girl grinned as she complied.  “Take up the slack in the rope, Sally,” Bill ordered, and then watched as the rope around Zatanna’s neck noose was pulled taut as Sally operated the wall switch.  Bill and Sally repeated the procedure with Sue, who became quite nervous when her rope became taut, and then with Janet, who quipped, “All right!  It’s about time I got my chance with my neck in a noose.  I’m going to enjoy this!”

Bill then rushed over to Marge and gave her a passionate kiss, before helping her up onto her tall stool, sporting only the pair of circular white bandages on her chest.  He quickly stepped up onto the short stool behind her and tightened her noose, taking great care to make sure the knot was tightly secured under the left side of her jaw.  Like Wanda’s neck rope, Marge’s was left slack.  “I love you, Marge!” Bill said softly.  “I wish we weren’t going to do this.”

“I love you too, Bill,” Marge whispered softly, “which is why we are going to do this.  As I told you earlier, it is time for you to take your third wife.  Just promise me two things, and then get to your explaining of what is about to take place to your customers.  Promise me you will leave me on this rope until you have processed your lottery winner, and then have me put over the coals.  That way we can both be certain that I won’t wake up, and I’ll know that I spared one of your customers from conversion as a result of the Final Fantasy lottery.  Take my fillet home with you and share it with the kids.”  Marge twisted her head and gave Bill a wide, reassuring smile.

“Yes dear,” Bill Jennings replied softly with tears in his eyes.  “I promise you will have your wishes carried out in full, wife of mine.”

Bill stepped off of the short stool, and watched as Sally carried the now unneeded short stools that had been behind the tall stools to their storage closet behind the bar.  The owner of Final Fantasy moved to stand at the front center of the dance floor, and turned to the crowd that had been gathering at the edge of the dance floor and in front of the bar.  

Bill Jennings put on his best showmanship face and announced loudly, “Ladies and gentlemen, we will have a special event tonight before the lottery numbers are distributed.  We will have a hanging of great variety.  First, my wife of eighteen wonderful years, on the tall stool at station 1 has elected to donate herself to the barbecue pits, after she is put to a long-drop hanging; well a drop of eighteen inches, but that’s about the longest drop be can manage using stools rather than gallows.  Because of Marge’s generosity, there will be only one lottery winner selected tonight.  Second, the girl on the tall stool at station 2 will be demonstrating a new debreasting method, by breast suspension, followed by a long-drop hanging cushioned only by whatever resistance her breasts are able to give her before they fall onto silver tray below her; I’ll elaborate on the debreasting device in a moment.  Third, the other three girls, at stations 3 through 5, have agreed to air dance for your pleasure for an unknown length of time; specifically for two minutes after the breast suspension comes to an abrupt end and the girl at station 2 is put to the long-drop hanging.”

Bill smiled as there was a loud round of applause from the crowd.  “Thank you!” Bill called out with a smile.  “Thank you everyone!  Now let me explain how the debreasting will occur.  The plastic nooses that you see the girl wearing on her chest have been tightened into and around the bases of her breasts, the reason for their balled shape and rapid reddening.  These nooses are cored with razor wire, an inner tube of liquid reagent, a plastic liner, a space filled with another liquid reagent, and then the outer plastic.  When the stools are pulled simultaneously out from under the five girls, the razor wire will be abruptly tightened, destroying the membrane separating the inner reagent from the plastic of the breast nooses.  This reagent will slowly dissolve the plastic the nooses are made of.  About ninety seconds after the inner membrane has been ruptured, the plastic liner separating the inner reagent from the outer reagent will have been dissolved.  When the two reagents mix and react, all of the plastic around the breast nooses will abruptly evaporate, leaving only the razor wire to tighten into and pull up through the girl’s breasts until they drop onto the silver tray below her.” 

“Once debreasted, the girl, of course, will drop abruptly, possible up to sixteen inches, until the her neck noose takes her weight as her drop comes to a sudden stop,” Bill said watching Wanda’s face as he talked.  “My engineers tell me that there is an at least forty percent chance this girl’s neck will break when the noose yanks on her trapped neck, killing her.”  Bill watched Wanda grow pallid and frown, before continuing.  “I will bet a fillet against any set of breasts in the room, or a fillet against the price of a fillet for you gentlemen, that this girl’s neck does not break.  Oh course, the fall will pull her neck noose quite tight, and there may be little flow of blood to her brain as she hangs for two minutes after the fall; she may well expire, anyhow.”

“Lastly, you see that a razor wire noose has also been tied to the girl’s clitoral shaft and secured to the knot between her breast nooses,” Bill explained pointing between Wanda’s legs.  “As that knot is pulled upward, it will pull on the razor wire around her organ until she is sexually neutered.  My engineers were not sure whether the thin wire will slice through and behead the little organ, or tear it from her body like an uprooted weed, but the girl will be declitted, along with being debreasted and hanged.  Ladies and gentlemen, let us move forward with the event!”  Bill smiled to a loud round of applause.

Wanda became both fearful and angry as she listened to Bill explain her fate.  He was pushing her interest in the activities that Final Fantasy had to offer to the limit.  She had expected the long-drop hanging, which could evidently end her life, and accepted the dangerous drop as a necessity if she was going to wear a neck noose while undergoing the breast suspension debreasting, but she had not expected to be sexually neutered.  If not for the fact that Janet had been declitted during their previous visit to Final Fantasy, and had assured Wanda that her regenerated organ was not overly sensitive and worked fine, the auburn-haired girl would have been both livid and desperate to be let down from her four nooses.

Wanda watched with uncharacteristic trepidation as Bill took a remote control from Sally and mouthed ‘I love you’ to his wife before calling out, “Ready, set, go!”  Wanda felt her stool get jerked backwards out from under her toes, twisted her head to the right to watch Marge’s fall, and groaned from the pain of her breasts’ connecting tissue taking her own weight.  Wanda’s sexual center was in agony as Marge’s drop came to an abrupt stop accompanied by an audible crack, and Marge Jennings was left hanging limply from her noose.  Marge’s passing was obviously quick and presumably painless—good news for Marge and Bill that didn’t necessarily bode well for Wanda when she made her own drop.

Wanda twisted her head to the left, and could see all three of her friends struggling to hang limply from their ropes.  ‘Good, no premature air dancing!’ Wanda thought, now feeling less concerned for her friends.   She watched as Sally bent to the floor below her and adjusted the position of the large silver tray to make sure it would catch her clitoral candy and her breast bacon when they fell.

Wanda concentrated on her own predicament.  The razor wire that noosed her clitoris was taut, so the little organ had neither been beheaded nor uprooted, yet, but the pain she felt at the top of her vulva told Wanda it was being maliciously stretched.  Her breasts had grown purple, and the plastic line was cinched deep into their bases.  Through the transparent plastic, Wanda could see the thin razor wire that cored the nooses, and she could also see the liquid in the core; she could tell that the reagent was reacting with the plastic around it. 

‘How long…before the plastic evaporates away…and my breasts feel the bite of the razor wire coring the nooses?’ Wanda asked herself.  ‘Bill’s engineers had guessed ninety seconds…but it is seeming like an eternity to me…not that I’m in a hurry to drop.’  Wanda looked at her friends again.  She noted they were still in control, not kicking for something solid to put their feet on.  She looked again to the razor wire that connected her clitoris to the breast noose knot.  It was still tight, and she couldn’t feel any blood on her thighs.  She wondered if it mattered to the nanogene tissue regenerator whether an organ had been sliced off or ripped apart.  She thought it probably didn’t matter; she hoped she thought rightly.   

Wanda examined her breast nooses again.  She could see the razor wire was tight, separated from her flesh by only the plastic covering, and she could see liquid, but the outer skin was the only remaining plastic.  Then it happened!  The plastic abruptly disappeared in a wispy cloud of vapor, and the nooses, now consisting of only the razor wire, immediately began closing, cutting into her breasts.

Wanda screamed in agony, not from the pain in her chest, but from the excruciating protest the nerves that cored her tender clitoris made as the tiny organ was ripped free, extirpated, from her body.  She couldn’t see her sexual center fall from her body to the tray on the floor below her, but Wanda could see the eyes of Bill Jennings follow its fall from her vulva.  She couldn’t hear her treasured pleasure button land on the silver tray, but she watched the fascination in Bill’s eyes as he stared at it after it landed.  Wanda Maximoff knew that she had been sexually neutered, and that knowledge shook her persona to the core.

Her clitoris was gone, but there wasn’t time to dwell on that, as Wanda could tell from the fire that burned at the base of her breasts that she had more pressing matters at hand.  Her body was slowly sinking toward the ground as the razor wire nooses were being pulled upward through her breast meat.  She moaned loudly in pain and frustration.  The air was slowly being let out of her big balloons, but Wanda knew it was only a matter of seconds before the balloons popped and dropped free from her chest.  She sucked in the biggest gulp of air that she could manage, looked straight forward, and tensed her neck muscles as hard as she could. 

Suddenly, the razor wire pulled through her remaining breast tissue, and Wanda abruptly dropped.  The auburn-haired girl heard a crack as she came to sudden stop at the end of her hangman’s rope, followed by a double plop as the breasts she was so proud of became bacon on the tray below her.  Wanda KNEW the crack most likely meant her neck had broken, and lost control as she desperately sought a way to take the weight off her noose.  She found herself kicking forwards and backwards, trying to find something solid under her feet.  Wanda heard Bill Jennings call out, “Two minutes,” and abruptly realized she was probably going to die!  As tight as her noose knot was as a result of the drop, there was no way she would survive two minutes of dancing on air.  She steeled herself and regained her composure.  She forced herself to hang limply from her rope.

A few seconds later, Wanda heard movement to her left, and knew immediately that Zatanna had decided it was time to entertain the crowd with her air dancing moves.  An eternity later, Wanda heard Bill Jennings announce, “One minute thirty seconds,” and Wanda heard Janet join the fun and start her own air dance.  Another eternity seemed to pass as Wanda struggled to hang limply, excruciating pain permeating her chest and vulva.  She had the pounding headache she always got in the first minute of a hanging.  ‘If I feel pain, the spinal cord hasn’t been severed,’ Wanda thought still thinking of the cracking sound at the end of her drop.  ‘I can feel my hands and feet.  I could be perfectly fine,’ she thought.

The sound to Wanda’s left got louder as Sue joined the air dancing, this time intentionally.  An eternity later, Wanda heard Bill Jennings announce “One minute,” and thought of how foolish she would feel if she didn’t dance at all, but found out she had been perfectly fine all along.  Then again, if her neck was broken, and she started moving violently, she could damage her spinal cord, perhaps resulting in death or paralysis.  Wanda thought about her situation.  Her neck muscles were still tensed, and her headache was fading, so she was most likely getting some blood flow to the brain in spite of the tightness of the neck noose.

Wanda heard Bill Jennings say, “Forty five seconds!”  She thought, ‘Oh HECK! You can only die once!’  She let instinct take over, and her own air dance joined those of her friends.  She relished the helplessness she felt as her feet searched desperately for support that wasn’t anywhere to be found.  She relished the danger of expiring before her dance was done.  She relished the fact that a crowd of people were watching her do the dance of death.  If the truth be known, Wanda Maximoff loved to dangle at the end of a rope—as long as she was reasonably certain she would be alive at the end of the dangling. 

Wanda was still dancing strong when Bill announced, “Thirty seconds!”  Then she felt herself beginning to fade.  Fear filled her mind.  She knew a girl could die in thirty seconds at the end of a rope.  As her mind numbed from the lack of blood flow, she suddenly realized she might not live after all, and fear became terror.  She heard Bill Jennings announce, “Fifteen seconds,” and terror became arousal as she realized she was so close to being released from her noose, and arousal led to climax.  Wanda, nearly unconscious, was still in the midst of orgasm when Bill Jennings called out, “Let them down, Sally, beginning with Wanda!”

Wanda was vaguely aware that she was on the floor, and that her friends were laughing now that their dances were done.  Their laughter came to an abrupt end as they realized Wanda was out of it.  Janet reached her first, after Sally had taken off her own noose and released her wrist ropes, and asked, “Wanda, what’s wrong?  Why are you just sitting there?”  Sue and Zatanna joined Janet in kneeling beside Wanda, and worrying about their friend.  They quickly untied her wrists and removed her noose.

Wanda gradually became aware of the world around her, including her friends staring at her with concern.  Then she looked in front of her and saw the severed breasts on the tray, along with about a half inch of clitoris.  She looked down at the circular wounds on her chest, leaking little rivulets of blood, and said, “Oh my! It seems I’ve been debreasted…and neutered!”  This brought laughter from her friends, as they finally knew she was okay.

Bill Jennings glanced at the still suspended body of Marge with tears in his eyes, and then at Wanda, who had just been pulled to her feet by her friends.  Bill loudly and authoritatively commanded, “Wanda Maximoff, you are to pick up that tray and carry it to the order taker at the bar.  Tell the order taker that the chef is to make five bacon sandwiches with all the trimmings from the contents of that tray, and that they are to be brought to your table when they are ready.  Go with her Zatanna, and when you are done at the bar bring Wanda through the Game room door.  Do as I have instructed!  Both of you, right now!”           

Zatanna watched Bill Jennings turn around and walk away, on his way to the Game room, as Wanda knelt and picked up her tray.  The raven-haired heroine couldn’t believe what was happening.  Bill was going to make her debreasted friend deliver her own freshly severed breast bacon to the kitchen to become sandwiches!  It seemed the heroines were going to get a further opportunity to embrace the ways of this 41^st Century culture.

Chapter 17. Guess Who’s Coming for Dinner

            “There, Zatanna, at the top of the second cervical vertebra, is that a crack, meaning Wanda’s neck has been broken?” Bill asked softly as he held a screen on one side of Wanda’s head and held a projector of sorts on the other side pointed at her neck; Wanda already wore the white circular bandages over her chest wounds, as well as her rose-colored bikini bottoms on her hips over a small bandage where her clitoris once was.  “No displacement of bone, if that is a break, though.  You do realize, Wanda, that, if your neck is broken, technically you have been executed and it would be my duty to finish processing you to meat.”  Bill lowered his instruments to study the look on Wanda’s face.  She didn’t seem to react to the news, but then again her brain was still largely befuddled from being starved of oxygen carrying blood during the hanging.

Zatanna, wearing both halves of her black bikini, put her hands around Wanda’s neck and chanted “Enob laeh!”  She repeated her spell about a dozen times and then touched the front of Bill’s x-ray projector.  “Look, there was a strand of thin metal fiber on the projector,” Zatanna said and then made a show of throwing the imaginary strand into a trash can.  “Perhaps you should scan Wanda’s neck again, Bill…now that the strand has been removed from the projector.”

            Bill lifted both the screen and the projector back into their appropriate positions and scanned again.  “You’re right, Zatanna,” Bill said with a chuckle, “there is no sign of a crack let alone a fracture.  Good, I was afraid I was going to be out four fillets.  Instead I’m up 3,000 credits and three sets of breast bacon.  I better make a hard copy of this to provide the proof that I have won my wagers!”

            “Bill Jennings, you had me come in here with Wanda just in case this scenario evolved, didn’t you?” Zatanna asked with a wry smile on her face.  She had just put a death sentence on three pairs of breasts, and cost some male a small fortune, but she didn’t care as long as Wanda was okay.

            “Yes, Zatanna, I did,” Bill Jennings admitted apologetically, “as I had heard the crack when her drop bottomed out, but I assure you I never would have enforced some technicality.  Nor did I say I would carry out my supposed duty.  Just so you know, a cracked bone is not the same as a broken bone, which requires that there be displacement of bone structure.  However, the crack not being there prevents the need for my arguing that point as I collect my winnings and ensures that Wanda’s injury won’t get worse.” 

Bill smiled as Zatanna nodded, evidently agreeing with his logic, and then asked, “Why doesn’t the metahuman nullification field this city projects affect your powers?  If you don’t mind my asking, Zatanna.”

            “I am not a metahuman, Bill,” Zatanna replied softly.  “I am a wielder of true magic, and no machine will block true magic.  Wanda knows a few spells herself.  Speaking of whom, is there something you can give her to help get her head clear?”

            “Sure, give her this pill once you get to our table,” Bill dumped a pill from a bottle on one of the shelves in his office, where the medical inspection was taking place, into Zatanna’s hand.  “It will temporarily supercharge her blood with oxygen.  I’ll join you momentarily.” Zatanna rose and began to lead Wanda out of the room. 

            “Oh, Zatanna,” Bill said after the girls had taken a few steps, “remind me to do two things in the future.”  As Zatanna turned to look curiously at Bill, he said, “Remind me to stay on your good side, as much as is possible for a man in the 41^st Century, and, if you ever make it through the first round of one of my lotteries, remind me to gag you after I tie your hands behind your back and before I pull the numbers for the second round.  I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to me as I give you a chance to embrace our customs.”

Zatanna laughed loudly and then replied, “Not to worry, Bill.  The girls and I consider you a close friend, and I can’t imagine any of us being disrespectful to your customs, let alone letting something bad happen to you.”  Zatanna quickly led Wanda out of ‘The Wall’ door and to the reserved table.

            “She’s fine,” Zatanna said, answering Janet and Sue’s question before they could ask it as she and Wanda took their chairs.  Zatanna noted that Sally had delivered a new round of drinks to their table, and that one of the girls had already disposed of Wanda’s bikini top.  Zatanna pointed at the full glass before Wanda as she handed her the small pill and said, “Use that to wash this down, and then you’ll be thinking more clearly.”

            “Thanks, Zatanna, I will, but I’m all right…really!” Wanda said softly as she took the pill followed by a long drink of Lactic Blaster.  “I didn’t say anything in the other room, because I didn’t want Bill to learn how angry I am with him for neutering me.  If Janet hadn’t already had her clitoris regenerated, I would be spending the rest of the night worrying about the future of my sex life.”

            “Gosh darn it!” Janet spat vehemently, “I’m PO’ed at Bill too.  I may have gotten to hang, but I missed out on both seeing Wanda’s balloons get popped and seeing her get declitted!  Woe as me!”  This brought laughter from all four girls.  “By the way, who managed to orgasm before being let down from their rope?” Janet asked with a broad grin on her face.  As four hands were raised, the girls laughed again.  “Now that is one of the reasons I enjoy a good hanging!” Janet proclaimed earnestly.

            “Speaking of Bill,” Sue interjected, “there he is at the door talking to a guy and three girls.  He’s showing them some kind of picture.  What’s up with that?”

            “He’s showing them that Wanda’s neck isn’t broken,” Zatanna said softly, neglecting to mention that she had suffered a cracked bone.  “They bet him that it would be.  Watch, this is going to get interesting!” 

            The heroines watched as the blonde haired man in his early thirties and dressed a brown suit walked over to the bar, pulled a small, thin piece of plastic out of his back pocket, and handed it to one of the order takers.  The order taker swiped the plastic through a small machine, and then handed it back to the man who left with a frown on his face to return to his table.

            The heroines looked back to ‘The Wall’ door, just in time to see Bill leading the three girls, two tall and buxom brunettes who appeared to be sisters and a short plump blonde, into the Game room.  Soon Bill could be seen positioning the girls one at a time in debreasting booths 1 through 3, the nearer booths to the reserved table, and was evidently setting the girls’ debreasting options for them.  From the skin tones, the heroines could guess that the C-cups in booths 1 and 2 belonged to the brunettes, and the fairer skinned B-cups in booth 3 belonged to the blonde.

            Moments later, Bill walked to stand before the debreasting portals, their windows opaque, waving at Sally along the way.  Bill waited for a few seconds, until Sally rushed out to join him carrying her large wicker basket, and then he pushed the debreast button on booth 1, grabbed the booth occupant’s nipples, and pulled outward.  Seconds later, the breasts were quickly being lasered off by a horizontal laser beam rising upward through her mammaries as the girl screamed shrilly in pain and regret.  When the breasts came free of the girl’s chest to pull downward on Bill’s arms, he deposited the breast bacon in Sally’s basket.  Bill poached the bacon from the girl in booth 2, followed by the girl in booth 3, using the exact same procedures he had employed on the girl in booth 1.  His gambling winnings collected, he sent Sally to the kitchen with the freshly harvested bacon while he walked quickly over to join the heroines at the reserved table.

            “So, Zatanna, you’ve now seen the debreasting booths in action,” Bill said with a loud chuckle as he took his seat.  “What did you think?”

            “I’m very much disappointed,” Zatanna admitted.  “It was over so quickly that it didn’t seem erotic at all.  It was just pain and destruction.”

            “That was not a good example of what the debreasting booth experience is like, Zatanna,” Wanda spat, ending her self-imposed silence in Bill’s presence.  “Bill used the fastest setting and, as far as I could tell, the orgasmatron beams were not employed at all.”

            “Wanda’s right!” Janet jumped in.  “In addition there was little play, in the form of either words or touching, between the debreastor and debreastees.  That was all very clinical, like a doctor performing a necessary surgery.  I assume those girls are being bandaged by the booth attendant, Bill?”

            “Yes, Janet, Jane is taking care of those girls’ wounds,” Bill replied, just as the three debreasted gamblers, each sporting a pair of white bandages and a frown, exited ‘The Wall’ door wearing their variously colored bottoms.  “And you were right in your analysis.  I was being clinical, because I wasn’t playing the booth game with those girls—I was collecting gambling debts.”

            “The pain and sense of destruction, or loss, is always going to accompany a successful stint in the debreasting booths, Zatanna,” Sue said softly, “and those are sensations I am not particularly fond of…save perhaps for candle flames on sexy bits,” Sue blushed beet red, before continuing, “but I found the booth game I played with Ted to be quite fascinating.  If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here tonight with every intention of taking a booth again.”      

            “Just keep an open mind, Zatanna,” Janet implored, “until you’ve seen the game properly played.  I think you’ll find that the excitement of the risk and the erotic pleasure induced by the orgasmatron beam, which are also part of the booth experience, make it worth the intense fear and the mind-numbing pain that are thrust upon you as your breasts are poached.  This is especially true for us…because we have the Chula device…and we know the sense of loss that we will immediately feel when our bosoms are busted isn’t going to be permanent.”

            “Speaking of devices,” Bill interjected, “what did you think of the breast suspension debreasting, Wanda?  Was it everything you hoped for?”

            “Everything I hoped for and more, Bill,” Wanda replied satirically.  “The debreasting part of the event was actually pretty hot…the way the plastic line evaporated and then the razor wire bit into and pulled up through my breast meat was both fascinating and excruciating.  Because I was taken by surprise, and because I can’t yet be certain about the future of my sex life, I can’t say I enjoyed the declitting.  I CAN say that I never want to be put to a hanging again where there is a drop involved.  At some points during the two minutes after my drop, I was certain I was going to die!”

            “Wanda’s post mortem brings up a point that we would like to run past you, Bill,” Janet said, feeling it was time to be spunky.  “Your business is based primarily on collecting breast bacon and selling the sandwiches made from it.  Do you really need to run events where girls are forced to risk their lives?  From what I could see from my first visit here, most of the girls are here to play the booth game, risking their breasts but not their lives.”

            “Let me give that question some consideration, Janet,” Bill said softly wearing a frown.  Then he smiled and said with a grin, “Ahh!  Here is our food.  You girls must be famished!”

            Bill watched the four girls’ faces with interest as Sally placed a bacon sandwich in front of each of them as well as him, and then a small tray containing two nipples and a clitoris in the center of the table.  Bill took a quick bite of his sandwich and said, “Damn that is good.  The sandwiches are also Marge’s recipe.” 

Bill set his sandwich down and looked straight at Wanda, before saying softly but firmly, “You seem to be the tour guide for these friends of yours, Wanda.  You’ve talked about accepting our customs and embracing our way of life.  You’ve said you girls need to stop seeing things from your own narrow perspectives and judging me and my people accordingly.  Well, now is your chance to prove that you intend to follow through with your words.  Those bacon sandwiches are this establishment’s specialty.  Take a bite!  I promise you’ll love the sandwich!”

Wanda looked down at the sandwich before her, knowing that it was made using her own breast meat, and then looked up at Bill.  She asked softly, “Bill, you are not asking this of me because you want to punish me, or for some other mean spirited reason, right?”

“No, Wanda, I’m not,” Bill replied softly.  “I just want you to accept our culture.  Marge and I talked about the fact that our food supply had to be the core to any issues you girls have with our way of life.  Actually, the fact that girl meat is used as food here is probably the basis for all of your reservations about living conditions here; in spite of the fact that you’ve spent the most part of two nights watching girls, or parts of them, including your own parts, get converted to food.  Will you show me that you are open minded and willing to embrace our ways?”

“If we are willing to ‘embrace your ways’, Bill, and put aside our cultural perspectives regarding gynophagia, are you willing to listen to our ideas?” Wanda asked softly.  “The question Janet asked you earlier really merits consideration.”

“Yes, of course I am willing to listen to you girls’ ideas, Wanda,” Bill replied with a genuine smile.  “I told Janet I would give her idea consideration, although I must point out that my customers would actually protest loudly if I did away with the Final Fantasy lottery or stopped providing a waitress as a potential menu item.  However, I could put an end to the execution games sometimes played here, such as the hanging game Tyler and Ted conducted last Friday night.  Would that be a start, Janet?”

“Yes, Bill, it would be a great start,” Janet replied with a giggle.  “I wasn’t suggesting you change the way your very successful business is being run overnight.”

“I have a, possibly stupid, question, Wanda,” Sue said softly, looking a little green as she stared at the sandwich before her.  “Why did you indicate that we might ‘put aside our cultural perspectives regarding gynophagia’ rather than say we might ‘put aside our cultural perspectives regarding cannibalism’?”

“I can answer that,” Zatanna replied with a grin, and then watched as Wanda nodded for her to continue.  “Although, strictly speaking, the denotative definition of cannibalism is the eating of a member of a species by another member of the same species, the word carries the connotation that the getting eaten was involuntary.  Gynophagia refers to the voluntary act of allowing oneself to be eaten.  From what I can see, all of the meat being consumed in this…world…is being provided voluntarily to one degree or another.”

“Precisely,” Bill Jennings agreed with a smile, “including the meat on those sandwiches.  Eat up girls before the sandwiches get cold!”  Bill then took another bite of his sandwich, set it down, and watched Wanda as he chewed.

“Well, none of us would think twice about this if we had been raised here, which means our cultural perspectives are controlling our thoughts and actions, and we do need to get past that,” Wanda said softly before picking up the sandwich before her and taking a healthy bite.  Wanda’s face was immediately filled with a look of pleasant surprise, and she chortled, “Good heck!  This is delicious.  And no I won’t try to claim it is because of this particular meat.  Give it a try, Zatanna!”

Zatanna grinned, picked up her sandwich and took a bite.  “My goodness, this is scrumptious!” Zatanna proclaimed loudly.  “The taste is positively heavenly!  Try it, Janet!  How was the meat prepared, Bill?”

“Wanda’s breast bacon was thinly sliced and then deep fried,” Bill answered with a contented grin.  “We make the best bacon sandwiches on the planet, mainly due, I think, to Marge’s special secret sauce.  You’ll notice that the sauce is different from the one used on the vegetarian sandwiches.”

Janet decided that she had had enough of listening about the food in front of her, especially considering how hungry she was. She took a big bite of her sandwich, chewed, swallowed, and took another bite, before saying with her mouth full, “Holy crap!  This is delicious!  I’ll never trade for vegetarian again!”

Sue, still looking a bit green, decided she couldn’t be the only obstinate girl.  She picked up the sandwich before her and took a small bite.  She smiled sheepishly and said, “Yes this is very good, and before I ask the question I’m about to ask, I’ll promise to finish my sandwich.  When you trade breast bacon for sandwiches, will the chef make a mixture of vegetarian and bacon sandwiches for a table?  These sandwiches taste great, but I don’t eat much meat in my own…world.”

“Yes, of course the chef will do that, Sue,” Bill answered pleasantly as he watched Wanda, Zantanna, and Janet continued to take bites from their sandwiches.  “You girls have done me a great honor for being so open minded.  I won’t forget this!”

“Heck, Bill,” Janet quipped, “it was you that did us the honor, as we three can each say with straight faces that we munched Wanda’s titties!  Nah na…nah na…nah na nah!”  Janet grinned and took another bite as Wanda’s face reddened.

“See what you’ve done, Bill Jennings!” Wanda spat in mock anger.  “She will never let me hear the end of this!”

“Perhaps you’ll get a chance to taste Janet one day, Wanda!” Bill Jennings said with a grin.  “Do a stint in one of my milking stalls, and I’ll pay you 3,000 credits.  Then you could even try her fillet, if it ever becomes available.  If you think the breast bacon sandwiches are good, you have to try a fillet!”  Bill laughed as Janet’s expression soured and her face turned beet red.  “I’m mostly teasing, Janet, but the milking stall offer is extended to all of you.”

Zatanna laughed after swallowing a bite of her sandwich, and asked, “Just how long is a milking stall stint, Bill?  As often as girls in our profession get milked by villainous men, and occasionally villainous women, we might just seriously consider getting paid for it.”

Bill grinned, knowing that Zatanna THOUGHT she was having him on, while he knew that the thought of doing a stint in a milking stall was now lodged in the back of her mind.  He calmly replied, “The milking stint lasts from the moment the injected lactation-inducing drugs are in full effect until the girl starts to run dry—usually about two hours in duration.  Might I ask how long such a milking stint for one of you girls might last?”

Wanda laughed, and quipped, “That depends on how good the lactation-inducing drugs are and which of us you are talking about.  These,” Wanda cupped her breasts and then suddenly realized she didn’t have any as she touched her bandages, “I mean…when I had breasts, they have been milked for four hours straight on a couple of occasions.  Once, I was captured on an alien planet, with problems similar to your culture’s in that it was protein poor, and milked for four hours straight for each of eight days in a row.  I was very happy when my teammates rescued me.”

“Either one of you want to try to top Wanda’s claim on best milk cow status?” Janet quipped loudly.  When neither Zatanna nor Sue replied, Janet spat, “I didn’t think so!  Don’t let it go to your head though, Wanda, you are…I mean were…no Wonder Woman!”  Janet popped the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth and chewed, before adding, “You sure taste good, though!”  This brought laughter from around the table.

“What about these delicacies, Wanda?” Bill asked, pointing to the severed nipples and clitoris on the tray in the center of the table.  “Custom dictates that these hors d’oeuvres are consumed fresh and raw.  Are you ready for some more embracing of our ways?  Take a small taste of the clit candy; it is a particularly sweet meat!”

“No thanks, Bill!” Wanda replied quickly.  “That would involve widening my perspective at a more rapid rate than I could possibly bear.   However, in view of the fact that I don’t want Janet to have another ‘I munched your…’ to tease me with, might I suggest that you have the tips imbedded in clear plastic and given to Tyler; give me some engraving tools and a magnifying lens and I’ll even autograph the plastic for him.”

Bill roared with laughter, before replying, “I love the way you think Wanda.  Tyler would be more than a bit disgruntled about being given the bits he had wanted to collect himself.  Tell you what, I’ll have the tips preserved in plastic, as you suggested, and then decide what to do with them.  I may even keep them for myself.  In that case, I WILL want them engraved with your signature—your nom de guerre, Scarlet Witch, to be specific.”

“Fine, Bill, I can do that,” Wanda answered with a giggle and a smile.  “At least then I’ll have the comfort of knowing that you’re going to want to keep those particular bits with that particular DNA unique to the 41^st Century.  There can’t be two severed clitorises from the same girl preserved in plastic, now can there be?”  Bill laughed and nodded as he got Wanda’s point.

“Ahhhh!  Here’s Sally with the lottery disks,” Bill Jennings suddenly chortled.  “Janet, you are about to find that the way this establishment is run is ever changing!”

            “Hi girls,” Sally said pleasantly, “our nightly lottery will soon be held, so I need to place one of these on every breasted customer.”  Sally held up a nipple clip with two disks on it, each disk having the same number, a number unique to each clip.  The clips were, of course, familiar to Wanda, Sue, and Janet, and had been described by Wanda to Zatanna.  “I’ll have to ask you to doff your tops now.”

            “Yes, that’s right, off with your tops” Bill laughed as he watched the various reactions of the girls at the table.  Sue had blushed, Janet had frowned and looked irritated, and Zatanna had grinned and immediately undone the ties to her bikini top.  “I know your ‘twins’, Wanda, Janet, and Sue, who were here last Friday night, probably told you the clips were attached to right nipples OVER the clothing, but I decided that it was silly to do it that way in a nightclub where bare breasts were so often on display anyhow.  It also saves the girls selected in the first round of drawing from having to remove the clips before they strip, and then reattach them before they take their place in the lineup waiting to see who wins the lottery during the second round of disk drawing.”

Sue shrugged her shoulders and bared her breasts.  She watched as Sally pressed open one of the clip’s jaws and attached it to her right nipple.  She immediately frowned and pinched her nipple, saying, “The springs on these clips are a little stronger than they need to be.  The clip has quite a bite!”

            As Sally placed another nipple clip with another pair of differently numbered disks on Zatanna’s right nipple, she politely said, “Sorry, Miss…errr…Sue, you’ll quickly get used to the pain from the pinch, and will probably forget you’re wearing the clip.  You need to leave the nipple clip attached to your right nipple until the lottery drawing is over.  When I’m finished with your table, you remove one of the disks and place it in the open slot of one of those two containers that have just been placed atop the bar.  The green bin means you have agreed to enter the lottery; the red container is for the disks of those who are declining entering the lottery.”  Sally nodded to the bar, upon which two cubic bins rested.

            Sally, as she placed a clip on Janet’s right nipple, excitedly said, “Tonight’s lottery should be both interesting and fun!  Because Mr. Jennings wife,” Sally nodded to Marge’s body, still hanging from a noose over the dance floor, “volunteered her meat for our barbecue pits, we are drawing only one number tonight instead of two.  Instead of riding a Jessica, tonight’s lottery winner will get the headman’s axe, after first being debreasted.  If you are willing to put your neck on the chopping block, put one of your disks in the green container, and if your number comes up, well, Mr. Jennings will appreciate your meat’s contribution to his profit margin.  If you are willing to risk the lottery and your number isn’t drawn, this night’s drinks are on the house.  If you don’t want to participate, and that is up to your own discretion, put your disk in the red container; the disks there are used to verify your intent not to participate in the event of any confusion.”

            As Janet tweaked her right nipple, trying to once again get used to the clip’s bite, Sally turned to Wanda and explained in the sweetest of tones, “Sorry, Miss…Wanda, only breasted women may participate in the lottery.  I very much enjoyed your breast suspension debreasting, by the way!” 

            “Thanks, Sally,” Wanda said with a twinkle in her gold-flecked blue eyes, “what say we give the equipment another go as soon as the lottery is over and, as potential menu item waitress, you are available for debreasting.  I’m sure Zatanna would give the order!”  Watching Sally become pallid, Wanda giggled and quickly said, “I’m sorry, Sally.  I couldn’t resist teasing you.  Nobody here will be ordering you to be debreasted.  As for the lottery, I’ve already done one lottery tonight, so I wouldn’t have chosen to enter this one anyhow.”

            “Whew!  You had me going there for a minute, Miss…Wanda,” Sally replied with a smile of embarrassment before frowning, “of course, if I don’t get through tonight’s lottery, I’ll never have to worry about being told by a customer to offer my breasts to be potentially converted to bacon—inside a booth or inside breast nooses.  As the waitress on potential menu item duty, I’m automatically entered into the lottery!  Well, nice talking to you girls, but I need to move on and get the rest of the right nipples in my area of the room fitted with nipple clips!”

            As Sally moved on to the next table, Bill quipped wryly, “From Sally’s description of the lottery winner’s fate, Janet, you may have noticed another change in the way we do business here; the girl having the final lottery number pulled tonight will be debreasted before being converted into meat.  The chef has long been complaining that it is a waste of bacon to leave breasts on a girl as she is put over a roasting pit and barbecued.  Tell me, Sue, what did Tyler and Ted do at this point as they sat with their wives before the lottery Friday night?” 

            Sue quickly took another bite of her sandwich and chewed, and then a gulp of Lactic Blaster to wash the food down.  Bill and her friends had already finished their sandwiches.  Her mouth finally empty, Sue replied, “After Sally placed the clips on their wives’ right nipples, Tyler held his hand out, and both women removed one of their disks and handed it to him.  Tyler then deposited both disks in the green barrel, entering the women into the Final Fantasy lottery.”

            “Yes, that’s right,” Bill said with a smile, “having their own lottery, Club X members feel required to enter any girls sitting at their table, including their wives, into the lottery of any other establishment that has one during their visit.”  Bill held his hand out, palm up, over the center of the table.  “I’m a Club X member, and as such, I also feel bound by that same requirement, especially in my own nightclub.  You girls are at my table and we are having a lottery.”

            With frowns on their faces, but without argument, Zatanna and Sue removed one of their disks and placed it in Bill’s hand.  Janet glared at Bill, and then reluctantly followed suit.  The four heroines watched in silence as Bill stood and walked past a long line of women waiting to deposit disks in the red bin and deposited their disks in the green container—Janet, Sue, and Zatanna had been entered into the Final Fantasy lottery!  The very lottery that had led to a fellow heroine named Bonita’s death on Wanda, Janet, and Sue’s first visit to Final Fantasy!  It seemed Bill Jennings was again asking the heroines to embrace 41^st Century practices.

Chapter 18. The Final Fantasy Lottery

            The four heroines at the reserved table watched with interest as Bill and Sally made final preparations for the lottery in front of ‘The Wall’ door.  Sally had long since cleared their empty sandwich plates, and Bill had taken Wanda’s naughty bits back to the kitchen where he had given instructions for their preservation.  Even after Bill left the table, neither Sue, nor Zatanna, nor Janet had complained about being forced into the lottery, but Wanda could tell that the first two girls were unhappy about it and that Janet was downright angry over it.

            Wanda knew it didn’t help that her friends could see the short, horizontal, waist-high beam with short metal legs near the west side of the dance floor, between Marge’s body and the debreasting portals that would evidently be used to position the lottery winner in a bent over position for her debreasting; the reserved table was perfectly positioned to view the debreasting as the girl faced its occupants.  Likely even more troubling for her friends, was the heavy wooden block in the center of the dance floor that the lottery winner would be forced to rest her neck on as she knelt waiting for the bite of the wide-bladed headsman’s axe currently imbedded in the top of the block; this equipment was positioned so that the occupants of the reserved table would see the beheading from a side view as the victim was facing the bar.  The floor between the reserved table and the equipment on the dance floor had been cordoned off so that Final Fantasy patrons would not be able to block the view of the reserved table’s occupants.

“Okay ladies, it is time for our nightly lottery,” Bill Jennings called out loudly so the entire room could hear.  “We have a few new faces here tonight, so I’ll go over the rules before we begin.  Each if you breasted women has been given two disks.  One of those disks should still be hanging from your nipple clip, where everyone can read the number, and the other should be in either the red bin or the green bin.  Those of you with your disk in the red bin are not part of this lottery, along with the breastless women and gentlemen.”

            “Sally, could you bring over the green bin, please, and the drawing barrel.”  Sally quickly went over to pick up the green box, and a tall metal frame with a rotatable mixing can atop it, and returned them to Mr. Jennings’ location.   Bill Jennings shook the green bin, and then looked up with a smile, “Well folks, it looks like we have a large number of entries for tonight’s lottery.  Okay, first things first.  Note that the green bin has the label ‘green’ on it.  It won’t do you any good to claim you were color blind, if you suddenly change your mind about being in the lottery.”

            “Back to the rules then,” the owner of Final Fantasy continued, “nine disks are going to be randomly withdrawn from the green bin and placed in the drawing barrel, joining the first disk in the drawing barrel, Sally’s, as she is on potential menu item duty for Final Fantasy.  Please note, because we already have one volunteer for roasting, we are only pulling one number for the lottery.  Your disk please, Sally.”

            “Yes, Mr. Jennings,” Sally replied, “here it is…lucky number 7.” Sally quickly removed one of her disks from the nipple clip she had placed on her own right nipple earlier and handed it to her boss.  Mr. Jennings then opened the hatch to the drawing barrel and placed Sally’s disk inside it.

            “Thank you, my dear, and the best of luck to you,” Bill Jennings said with a smile.  “As you already are nude, go ahead and take your position five feet away from the wall, just on the other side of the Jessica machine.”

            “Yes, Mr. Jennings,” Sally replied, and took the assigned position.  She was nervous even though this wasn’t her first time in the lottery.

            “Now,” Bill Jennings continued calmly, “I’m going to draw the other nine numbers from the green bin, one at a time.  If your number is called, remove your clothing and leave them at the table with your friends, and then come down and join Sally to form a line parallel to the wall.  I want everyone who put their disk in the green bin to look down at the number on your nipple clip so that you’ll be sure to know it if it is called.  That will keep things moving along at a nice pace.” 

            Back at the reserved table, three sets of eyes strained to read the numbers on their nipple clips.  “I’m number 26,” Sue announced softly.

            “I pulled number 52,” Janet said with irritation in her voice.

            “Eighteen, here,” Zatanna read out.

            “Brave hearts, girls,” Wanda said encouragingly.  “Bill said there were a lot of entries, so your disks might not even get pulled from the green bin.  Even if it is there is only one chance in ten it will be chosen from the drawing barrel.  We’ve been beating odds worse than those all night long!”

            “I wonder of Tara and Beatriz would agree with your last statement, Wanda,” Zatanna said softly.  Wanda blushed beet red as she realized her words were far from truthful.

            “Okay,” Bill Jennings yelled loudly over the chatter in the room to get everyone’s attention, “let’s get started at drawing the nine numbers.”  He reached into the green bin, pulled the first disk and read, “43!”

“Oh NO! That’s me!” screamed a skinny brunette with shoulder-length hair from the middle of the room.  She quickly shed her light blue shorts before hurrying to join Sally in the lineup as Mr. Jennings placed her disk in the drawing barrel.  Her B-cups looked very small when positioned beside the Grade-A redhead’s D-cups.

            “Okay, the next number is 12,” Bill announced, reading the number on the disk he had just withdrawn from the green bin.

            “That’s me!” someone yelled from the back of the room near the Final Fantasy main entrance.  A few seconds later, an oriental girl with tiny A-cups joined the nude lineup as her disk also went into the barrel.

            Bill Jennings quickly pulled out another disk, looked at it, and asked, “Number 52, where are you?”

            Janet groaned in disappointment, stood, and said, “Right here, Mr. Jennings.”  She quickly stripped off her dark blue bikini bottoms and took position number four in the lineup as her disk was placed in the drawing barrel.  Janet felt queasy.  There was absolutely nothing she could do but wait until the lineup had been filled and one of the ten disks in the drawing barrel had been pulled.  Janet looked to her left and stared at the heavy headman’s axe with its head imbedded in the wooden block.  If the disk that was pulled from the drawing barrel matched the one hanging from her right nipple, her head would roll—literally.  Being beheaded was not anywhere near the top of Janet’s list of the ways she would prefer to die!  

            After pulling another disk from the bin and checking the number, Mr. Jennings called out, “33!”

            “Over here!” a girl called out from the east wall area, behind the back kitchen wall.  Many seconds passed before a Grade-A blonde, sporting perfect D-cups, could be seen walking towards the lineup.  Wanda thought she was likely a papered woman, and the delay due to her having an evening dress to remove.  

            Bill verified Wanda’s guess as he said, “Hi, Jamie, is Charles here with you?”  As the blonde nodded, obviously terribly frightened by her uncharacteristic vulnerability, Bill said, “Good!  Well the best of luck to both of you.” 

Bill deposited Jamie’s disk in the drawing barrel and then reached into the green bin, drew another disk, read its number, and announced, “Number 98, don’t make us wait!”

            “Over here,” a raven-haired Amerindian sporting B-cups called out from the west wall near the door labeled ‘Barbecue Pits’.  “I’m on my way!”  The girl then doffed her white gym shorts and took the sixth position in the lineup as Bill placed her disk in the drawing barrel.

            Bill reached into the green barrel, drew another disk, and announced, “Position seven goes to number 66.  Would 66 join the lineup?”

            “Yeah!” a tall black girl with huge DD-cups sitting at the table just west of the reserved table screamed with apparent joy.  “That’s me, Mr. Jennings!” The girl quickly doffed her yellow biking shorts and took the seventh position in the lineup as Bill secured her disk. 

            Bill Jennings quickly reached into the green bin, and read another number, “Number 77!  Are you out there?”

            “You bet, sir,” a girl called out from the near the main entrance to the room.  Soon, a chubby brunette sporting C-cups joined the lineup as Bill canned her disk.

            Bill took a deep breath, satisfied that he had been keeping this later than normal lottery at a brisker than normal pace, and then drew another disk.  He announced, “The next to the last position in the lineup goes to the girl wearing number 2.  Where are you number 2?”

            “Crap, that’s me!” a redhead sporting swooping C-cups yelled from the center of the room, and quickly shed her purple bikini bottoms.  Bill Jennings waited for the redhead to take her position before securing her token and pulling the final disk from the green bin.  He looked at it and then called out, “Number 29.  Who gets the final position in this most interesting lineup?”

            “I guess that’s me,” a tall black girl with drooping D-cups replied from the west central part of the room as she stripped off her green-colored shorts.  As she joined the lineup in the final position, Bill placed her disk in the drawing barrel.

            “Okay, listen up, folks,” Bill Jennings called out over the now chattering room, “before I draw one of the ten disks for a second and final time, this time from the drawing barrel, I want to make sure everyone knows that were aren’t using a Jessica tonight to convert the lottery winner to food.  The lottery winner will be beheaded on the dance floor, where we can better manage the anticipated blood-cleanup issues, after first being debreasted by the Final Fantasy butcher.  If you want a good view of me wielding a headman’s axe, you’re going to have to crowd around the perimeter of the dance floor.  Because tonight’s lottery is later than normal, the debreasting, followed immediately by the beheading, will take place right after the winner’s number is pulled.” 

            “Okay let’s see who the winner is!” Bill called out as he slowly used a handle at one end of the drawing barrel to rotate it and mix the disks.  Wanda, Janet, Sue, and Zatanna watched the barrel turn with their breaths held and their eyes locked on it.  Janet’s stomach churned with fear and dread as Bill stopped the mixing, opened the lid in the can, and without looking, drew a disk.  Bill looked at the disk and said, “Oh dear!  I’m so sorry, but,…” Janet almost fainted as she realized the number had to belong to one of the three people Bill knew in the lineup, including herself.  Then she fought to get her attention back to Bill’s words, “…the number on the disk is a 7.  Sally, you’ve been a great waitress.  I hope you’ll also be a great lottery winner.  Will you take your position behind the horizontal beam on the dance floor?”  Bill watched as Sally, looking completely crestfallen, nodded and began, as usual, following her boss’s instructions, and he said loudly, “Let’s everyone give a big hand for Sally as a way of thanking her for her generous donation!”  He smiled as the room was filled with applause. 

“Bear with me folks, I’m a little curious as to who the second person to get the axe would have been, if my wife, Marge, had not volunteered herself for the barbecue pits,” Bill said loudly wearing a broad smile.  Bill pulled a second disk from the drawing barrel, and announced, “The girl my wife saved with her generosity wears number 52.”  Bill glanced at Janet and showed her the disk.  He watched as the spunky heroine’s face grew pallid as she realized how easily fate could have seen her beheaded.

“I want to thank all of the girls who entered their numbers in the lottery, especially the nine semifinalists who had to stand up here with their knees knocking,” Bill called out.  “You can all take your seats or take a place around the dance floor.” 

As Janet returned from the lineup and put on her bikini bottoms, Wanda asked, “Are you feeling relieved, PO’ed, or both, Janet?  Standing there in front of a crowd waiting for a random number to be drawn and determine your fate really blows, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, to wait for a number to be drawn so that you’ll know if you’re going to live or die really blows, Wanda,” Janet concurred as she picked up her bikini top and sat down.  “I’m relieved, and a little PO’ed, but not really PO’ed at Bill as I think he gave a good reason for why our disks had to go into the green bin—a good reason for a 41^st Century male, anyhow.”  Janet looked thoughtful as she pulled the clip off her right nipple and set it on the center of the table, where Sue and Zatanna’s clips already rested.  Janet said softly, “If we are going to keep coming here, we either need to acknowledge that we will happily die if the circumstances call on us to do so, or we need to get smarter and learn how to avoid embracing those customs that put our lives in danger.  It really wasn’t very much fun to be standing in that lineup, but would REALLY blow to be standing out there instead of Sally!”  Janet nodded to the dance floor while she but her bikini top on, to join the other girls at her table in having her breasts covered.

            The heroines turned to watch Bill tie Sally’s wrists behind her back with twine as she stood facing them before the thin horizontal beam less than ten feet from their table.  Then Bill tied a cord that had been hanging from the ceiling to Sally’s wrist twine and pulled a small remote control from his right pocket.  He used the remote control to cause the cord to be retracted upwards, pulling up on Sally’s arms and forcing her torso to bend forward over the waist high beam.  When the waitress’s torso was horizontal to the floor, leaving her ample breasts to dangle downward below her chest, Bill stopped retracting the cord and called out, “Tell Candace that Sally is ready for her.”  Bill stepped over the ropes cordoning off the reserved table and took his seat.

As Wanda watched Bill drain his glass of Lactic Blaster, she observed, “You don’t look too happy, Bill.  Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Wanda, but thanks for asking,” Bill replied, still wearing a frown.  “Another round of drinks over here!” Bill called out loudly.

“How is Sally going to be debreasted?” Janet asked, more to let Bill know she was still talking to him, and not peeved about being forced into the lottery, than anything else.  However, the fact that Janet accepted Bill’s reasoning, didn’t mean she wouldn’t hold him accountable for his actions.

“That’s going to be up to Candace,” Bill said in a barely audible whisper.  “Because Candace holds Sally responsible for the loss of her own breasts, even though I gave the order that resulted in her debreasting, she probably won’t be gentle with Sally.  That’s the reason for my frown, if you must know.  Sally is one of my best waitresses ever, and I hate to lose her, let alone see her in unnecessary pain.”

Zatanna smiled, seeing that even a 41^st Century male could have a heart as a lottery winner was sacrificed to the gods of food.  “I’m sorry for your loss, Bill,” Zatanna said softly.

“Yes,” Sue agreed, “we are sorry for your loss, Bill, as well as Sally’s.”  Sue’s words were at regular volume, and she watched Sally smile as the waitress realized her boss was talking about his regret in losing her. 

Just then a tall Grade-A brunette with hazel eyes and sporting huge pinkish-brown-tipped DD-cup breasts arrived at their table.  The lovely girl was wearing a waitress’s uniform consisting only of black shorts with the words ‘Final Fantasy’ printed in white on the back, one word on each firm cheek.  She quickly distributed the five drinks on her tray and then addressed Bill, “Mr. Jennings, I guess this makes me head waitress now, doesn’t it.”  The girl turned her head and smiled at Sally, who was looking up to watch what was happening from her bent over position; Sally didn’t seem too happy about another girl claiming her position while she was still breasted and alive.

“Gina, are you the waitress that will be taking over this section of tables?” Bill asked softly, his expression never changing.

“Yes, Mr. Jennings, I am,” Gina answered with a giggle.  She smiled, glancing at each of the girls at her boss’s table, wondering who they were.

“In that case, Gina,” Bill answered as his frown gradually changed to a wry grin, “you will be head waitress after Sally is gone.  However, your taking her place means that you are also potential menu item waitress for the rest of her shift and then for your own hour.  Shouldn’t your fillet be on display in case someone wants to pay me the price of it?”

“Yes, of course, sir,” Gina said blushing as she quickly pulled her shorts to her ankles and stepped out of them.  “Sorry, sir!  I should have thought of that as soon as I saw Sally get her wrists tied.”

“Yes, Gina, you should have,” Bill agreed.  He frowned and said, “Don’t worry about it.  Just go back to the kitchen and see what is keeping Candace.”  He watched as the nude waitress picked up her shorts and hurried away to do as she had been told. 

A minute later, Candace, a tall, muscular black girl dressed only in the black Final Fantasy shorts and sporting ugly scars where breasts should be, arrived beside Sally and quickly set a tray filled with an assortment of bladed instruments under the waitresses dangling breasts.  The butcher grinned as she watched fear and horror fill Sally’s face as she stared at the tools that would be used to remove her precious D-cups.

Wanda watched as Candace put a hand on Sally’s chin and forced the girl look at her mutilated chest, as she acerbically spat, “You see me, girl, and the scars you gave me last Friday night when you mashed my big boobies into mush.  I can’t hide that my boobies have been stolen even when I wear a shirt.  Now that will change!  I’m going to take your breast skins and have them stuffed and used to make fake breasts, the big word for them is prostheses, and then I will have bumps under my shirt, even if the skin is white while mine is dark and the bumps smaller than what I had before.”

“Stop taunting her and get on with it, Candace,” Bill commanded sharply from his chair.  “I told you before that Sally took your breasts because I ordered her to.  Take her skins before you debreast her if you must, but do so in the most efficient manner possible.  I pay my butchers well and expect them to be proficient at their trade.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Jennings!” Candace replied, the mean grin never leaving her face.  “Candace is one good butcher.  I show you that!”

“Hey, Bill, is it okay if I take Sally from behind and share her pain as she gets her knockers skinned?” a tall, dark-haired, bearded man standing next to the blonde papered woman from the lottery, Jamie, asked.  As Jamie glared at him, the man chuckled and said, “You’ve no reason to complain, wife, as it could have been you bent over that beam.  If we come here often enough, someday you will win the lottery, Jamie!”

As Bill watched the look of horror and repulsion cross Sally’s face as the man made his request, the nightclub owner came to a decision that surprised even himself, and he replied with a lie, “Because we are running late with the lottery, Charles, I’m not going to be able to let you feel her sphincter spasm around and choke your cock as she is debreasted.  I’m very sorry, and promise to let you take some other girl’s anus after some other lottery.  Get on with it, Candace!”

Candace picked up a small narrow-bladed knife, knelt beside Sally so that she could work on the girl’s big breasts without blocking her boss’s view, and used the sharp point of the blade to cut circles into the bent-over girl’s skin, first around the base of her left breast followed by the base of her right breast, eliciting a low moan of fear and pain from the waitress.  Next, she worked the tip of the knife under the dermis and overlying epidermis and then around the circular cut at the base of Sally’s left breast to separate an eight inch of hide from the underlying mammary tissue.  Sally continued to moan in pain as Candace used the knife in the same fashion on the base of her right breast.

Candace dropped the knife onto her tray, picked up another small tool having a handle from which short double rods protruded, and then picked up a small, half-inch razor-like blade which she attached at right angles to the blade holder at the ends of the double rods.  The butcher then worked the short blade under Sally’s breast skin atop her left orb and then carefully pulled the blade around the base of her breast to separate more hide from breast meat.  She repeated the procedure on the base of Sally’s right breast, before removing the half-inch long blade from the tool and replacing it with a one-inch long blade of the same design. 

Candace worked the longer skinning tool under the skin atop Sally’s left breast, and then carefully dragged the blade around the base of the waitress’s quivering mammary gland, ever so carefully to avoid damaging the skin the butcher hoped to soon be wearing.  She repeated the procedure on Sally’s right breast before removing the one-inch skinning blade and replacing it with a one-and-a-half long razor-sharp blade and carefully separating another length of hide from the meat of both breasts as the waitress moaned in pain above her.  The one-and-a-half-inch long blade was then discarded and replaced by a two-inch-long blade that was soon dragged around both of the waitress’s breasts as she began moaning even louder in pain.  Candace dropped the skinning tool onto her butcher tray.

Satisfied that she now had ample hide to work with, Candace worked her fingers under the loosened skin at the sides of Sally’s left breast and folded the detached skin downward all around the mammary to expose the base of the girl’s breast bacon.  Sally screamed in horror as she looked down at the top of her breast to see the exposed breast meat.  She began bawling as she watched the skin around the base of her right breast get loosened and folded until it draped downward exposing new breast bacon.

Candace picked up a flaying knife.  Working first on one breast and then the other, the butcher used the flaying knife to uncover Sally’s breast tissue, a half-inch at a time, until the skin of both breasts draped downward, inside out, from the base of the waitress’s erect nipples.  The skins hers for the taking, Candace dropped the flaying knife in her tray as she picked up a small pair of shears that looked like wire cutters.  Candace looked behind her and yelled, “Yo, Gina, I need a tray to put Sally’s bacon on!”  She smiled as the waitress began bawling even louder.

Nude Gina quickly ran out and placed a silver tray next to Candace’s tool tray, saying, “Here you go, Miss Candace.”  Gina then quickly retreated to her position behind the bar.

The needed tray in position, Candace reached into the downward folded skin of Sally’s left breast to take hold of her erect nipple.  The butcher placed the shears at the top of the inside out breast skin, and clipped her nipple and detached skin free of her mammary gland, causing the waitress to scream in agony.  Candace, turned her hand over to allow the skin to drape downward from the nipple between her fingers, the outside of the skin outward, and mockingly quipped, “There be my left breast, Sally!”  As the waitress resumed crying, Candace deposited her skin on the silver tray, before repeating the procedure and shearing off the nipple and skin of the girl’s right breast, again generating a scream of agony.  Candace turned her hand over so the girl could see the empty exterior of her right breast and quipped, “There, now I got two breasts while all you got is bacon, girl!”

Candace placed the second skin atop the first in the tray, dropped the shears, picked up a long, serrated knife, and meanly chided, “Now it’s time to harvest the bacon!”  The butcher placed the flat of the serrated blade against the waitress’s chest below her right breast and slowly sawed upward through the base of the mammary, carefully harvesting every gram of bacon as the girl shrilled in pain.  Fifteen seconds later, the butcher deposited the large lump of bacon on the tray, and went to work on sawing off the girl’s left mammary.  Soon the screaming ended to become moans of pain and loss, as a second large lump of bacon joined the first.  Candace picked up her tools from beneath the crying girl and walked away, knowing her skins would be brought to her by whatever waitress collected the freshly poached bacon!       

Bill jumped to his feet and moved to stand behind Sally so that he could free the cord from her wrist twine.  He called out, “Gina! A wet washcloth, dry towel, and two chest bandages!  Right now!”  Seconds later, Gina handed Bill the washcloth and stood grinning at Sally as Bill cleaned the blood from the girl’s wounds and chest while she stood upright with her wrists still secured behind her back.  He traded Gina for the towel, which he also used on his head waitress’s chest.  Bill took the two packaged of bandages from Gina, pointed to the tray on the floor with the breast skins and lumps of bacon, and said, “Take that to the kitchen where it belongs!”

At the reserved table, Janet, her eyes still filled with the horror of having witnessed Sally’s breast skinning at close distance, spat, “I’ve now found a debreasting method I am not at all interested in giving a try!  That looked disgusting!”

“I suspect it hurt like hell too, Janet!” Zatanna said softly.  “Are you girls sure we are having fun in this…place?”

“Poor Sally!” Sue whispered softly as she watched Bill bandage the girl’s wounds.  “However, very soon after those bandages are applied, Zatanna, the pain from her debreasting will fade.  Your own chest wounds don’t hurt at all, do they, Wanda?”

“No, Sue,” Wanda replied softly, “I’m not in any pain.  Unfortunately for Sally, the bandages won’t put an end to her troubles.  She still is going to be forced to put her neck on that block and get beheaded.”

Zatanna nodded, and said softly, “The headman’s axe used to be the method of execution for royalty and other important people in our past.  It was thought to be a painless death if the executioner managed to sever the neck with one blow, so it was customary for the person about to be executed to tip the headsman before they knelt over the block, hoping that the money would make him swing his axe with greater care.  Less important people were hanged if they were fortunate, and drawn and quartered or burned at the stake if they were not.”

“I’ll take a noose around my neck before any of those other methods of execution any day, Zatanna,” Janet said with a frown as she watched Bill finish Sally’s bandaging.  “At least I’ll know I’ll probably die in the midst of climax!”

“I’d prefer it if I died of old age, rather than by some method of execution,” Sue said softly.  “If not of old age, then in battle fighting evil would be they way I want to go out of this world.”

“Speaking of leaving this world,” Wanda whispered with obvious irritation, “Sally will soon be doing just that.  We should give her silence in respect for her passing.  I hope she is able to die bravely, though I do wish she didn’t have to die at all!”

“Yes, Wanda,” Zatanna said as she nodded, “the way a person accepts death when it is thrust upon them says a lot about their character.  Similarly, the way a person takes a life when they are forced to do so, says a lot about their character.  We are about to learn something of the characters of both Bill and Sally.  It looks like Bill and Sally are about ready to end this so-called lottery event!”

In the center of the dance floor, Bill pulled the axe handle up and down to loosen the axe head from the top of the wooden block.  When the broad bladed axe came free, he rested it on the floor, head down and handle up, and said, “Are you ready, Sally?”

Sally shrugged, looked at the circular bandages on her chest, and then nodded as she rasped, “Yes sir.  Should I get on my knees now?”

“Yes, Sally, but let me help you,” Bill said as he grabbed Sally’s left upper arm with his right hand.  As he helped the redhead to her knees, Bill said, “I’ll tell your family you died bravely, and see to it they get your separation bonus and pension.”

Sally, nodded, and said, “Thank you, sir.  I know you will.  It’s time I took the block now, sir.”

Bill nodded and helped Sally keep her balance as she leaned forward with her hands tied behind her back.  When the girl reached the tipping point where gravity would cause her body to fall forward, Bill used her upper arm to take her weight as he lowered her neck onto the block, her chin resting in a hollowed out indentation in the front of the otherwise flat surface.  Sally was taking deep, fear-filled breaths as she felt Bill clear her shoulder length hair away from the back of her neck and then step away from her.

“Just look downward at the floor, Sally,” Bill said softly.  He raised the heavy axe high over his head, paused to think through his stroke, and then sent the sharp and heavy axe blade downward.  There was a loud thump as the axe bottomed out in the wood of the block, and another, quieter thump as Sally’s severed head landed on the dance floor and then rolled a half a revolution.  As life faded from the waitress’s brown eyes, she seemed to be staring at the tears that filled her boss’s grayish-blue eyes.

Chapter 19. Fresh Ideas

            “Take this one down from the noose and out to the barbecue pits,” Bill Jennings instructed the pit attendants who had just arrived at the dance floor after being summoned by one of the waitresses.  “I know you are good at your jobs, but I’ll say it anyhow.  Take great care in preparing her meat.  I want her to be delicious, particularly her fillet, which I’ll be taking home to my family later tonight.  The cleanup crew will send someone out to tell you when the other one has bled out, and then you can come back and take her out to the pits.”

            Bill walked over to the blonde waitress sporting pinkish-tipped D-cups who had been guarding ‘The Wall’ door, preventing a bevy of girls from entering the Game room to play the booth game.  “You can let them in now, Cheryl, although I’m not sure how many kitchen-side players they will see before them until the other long pig has been hauled away and the dance floor cleaned of blood.”

            “Sure thing, Mr. Jennings,” the green-eyed waitress replied.  “In you go girls,” the stunning Grade-A beauty with hair that cascaded all the way to her waist said to the first five girls in line, who were already topless to tease several bacon hunters that were hanging around the periphery of the group of would be booth players, licking their lips as they eyed potential meals.

            “Did you see that, Zatanna,” Janet asked as she pointed toward ‘The Wall’ door.  Janet was talking about the interplay between the girls who were about to risk their breasts being turned into bacon in exchange for the orgasmatron beam-filled final minute of their mandatory ten minute booth stay, and the girls who were trying to decide if they wanted to poach one of those pairs of breasts and have them turned into sandwich meat.  She hardly noticed Bill, who was now walking back to their table.

            “Yes, those other girls were practically drooling as they stared at one set of bared breasts after another,” Zatanna answered, some excitement finally in her voice while talking about the debreasting booths.  “You told me that most of the girls that play the booth game want to get the pleasure beam without losing their breasts.  Why do the girls waiting to enter the booth tempt the girls you call bacon hunters?  It seems to me that they are begging for disaster!”

            “Yes, I suppose you are right, Zatanna,” Janet replied as Bill sat down.  “The booth game is a social dance.  The girls entering the booths usually leave their booth window opaque, and are hoping the hunters will become confused and cut some other girl out of the herd, or even better, wait until they find a set of breasts they are more certain they can identify.  The hunters, once having selected their chosen prey, are trying to memorize the features of the breasts they are hoping to turn into bacon, so that they can pick their chosen set out of the lineup in the debreasting portals.  Hi Bill!”

            “Hi Janet,” Bill said with a chuckle.  “You sound like one of those egghead anthropologists!”

            Janet laughed, and admitted, “I did minor in cultural anthropology while at university, a fact that I keep well hidden from my friends and teammates.  Fortunately, we girls have a pact to not repeat anything that is disclosed while on our girls’ night out.”

            “Spunky and educated too,” Wanda quipped, “you never would have guessed it, would you Bill.  Never mind Janet, though!  Are you doing okay?”

            “Yes, I’m fine, Wanda,” Bill said softly.  “You’ll find that we men get quite used to the deaths of the girls around us in this day and age, and that makes us quite resilient.  Marge herself arranged for her passing, and I’ve lost waitresses before.  As always, I’ll move on and conduct business as usual.”

            Sue nodded, and said softly, “Wanda and the rest of us understand that, Bill, and in fact we ourselves are proceeding with our adventure tonight after having lost two girls who were friends.  By asking how you are, Wanda is just trying to make sure you know we care.”

            “Oh, I should have realized,” Bill replied with evident embarrassment.  “I’m sorry for being crass and thank you all for caring.  Tell me, honestly, what did you think of the lottery?  Any suggestions?  Other than don’t have them, that is?”

            “Look, Zatanna, the girls who had been inspecting the potential booth players’ breasts have moved out onto the dance floor to inspect the new fruit hanging out of the debreasting portals,” Janet said with obvious excitement.  “I think you’ll see some real action soon!”

            “Yes, Janet, yell out when the action is about to begin,” Zatanna replied with a laugh before turning her attention to Bill’s questions.  “I doubt any of us enjoyed watching Sally getting her breasts skinned by that ill-tempered butcher, nor were we pleased to see her life come to an end, Bill.  However, trying to judge things from what possibly might be a 41^st Century viewpoint, I would say you conducted the lottery in a fair and professional manner, Sally accepted the lottery results in a brave and honorable way, and you swung the headman’s axe better than most of the professional headsmen throughout history; no second chop required for you.”

            “Thank you, Zatanna, you are most kind,” Bill said chuckling with a genuine smile on his face.  “No suggestions?”

            “Actually, I have several, Bill,” Zatanna replied with a smile.  “All constructive ones I think.  The first one is going to be surprising when I provide it after asking a question, and, though it may seem to, it has nothing to do with your number being on the second disk Bill pulled from the drawing barrel, Janet.  The question is, do a large percentage of those predatory customers,” Zatanna pointed to the girls on the kitchen side of the debreasting booths now touching and feeling the breasts of the girls on the other side of the portals as they decided whether to poach the offered bacon, “make up a significant percentage of your lottery entrants as they use the lottery to pay for their drinks instead of taking a booth stint?”

“Yes, I think they do, Zatanna,” Bill said with a confused look on his face.  He couldn’t guess where Zatanna was going based on her statement and question.

Zatanna nodded and smiled, saying, “I thought so.  My suggestion is, always pick two lottery winners.  If you don’t need both girls for roasting, just debreast one of them.  If you don’t need any girls for the for the barbecue pits, confiscate two sets of bacon for your larder.  If I understand things correctly from what Wanda told me, the booth players tend to play the booth game over and over again until the don’t have the equipment, breasts, needed to do so anymore.  However, a predatory girl could conceivably visit Final Fantasy forever, getting free drinks through the relatively low risk lotteries.  The ‘bacon hunters’ as Janet calls them, should take some risks in order to play in this playground, and, as things stand now, those risks may be too low.  That said, I know that having girls here willing to take another girl’s breasts plays a role in your profit margin, and I’ll provide another suggestion later to provide balance to this one.”

“An excellent suggestion, Zatanna,” Bill said with a smile, while noting that the pit attendants had finally returned to the dance floor to take the remaining long pig to the roasting pits.  “That would make the running of our lottery much more consistent, as well as up my profit margin.  In addition, the suspense of the lottery could be extended, if only one girl is needed for the pits, by having the two lottery winners draw cards to see who is debreasted and who is roasted.  You said you had other suggestions?  New debreasting methods, perhaps?”

“One of these other girls should chip in first,” Zatanna replied with a giggle.  “I’m the new girl here!”

“I have one,” Janet replied as she bounced on her chair, “but I think we should watch this first.”  Janet pointed to the debreasting portals and said with obvious excitement, “The tall black girl in the green shorts and half-shirt has been talking to the girl in booth three while weighing her vulnerable C-cups in the palms of her hands.  I’d bet my tits against one of Bill’s fillets that the occupant of booth 3 is going to have her breasts poached.”

Bill Jennings laughed loudly, and replied, “No bet, Janet!  If you want a fillet you’ll have to pay for it, and there is only one way for you girls to earn that kind of money—you’ll have to do a stint in one of my milking stalls.”  Bill laughed again as Janet’s eyes widened with surprise and uneasiness, and said, “I could pretend that I was being facetious, if it would make you feel more comfortable, Janet.  However, I wouldn’t take the bet you offered from anyone.  I recognize the girl standing outside the booth; she’s been poaching three sets of bacon from those booths every night of the week since she began coming here three weeks ago.  I think last Friday night is the only night she has missed.”   

 “I recognize her as well,” Zatanna said softly.  “She wore number 29 and was the last girl who had her number pulled in tonight’s lottery, supporting my earlier suggestion.  It looks like Janet would have won her fillet if you had taken her bet, Bill.  Her hand is hovering over booth 3’s red debreast button.”

“She pushed it!” Janet cried out with a wide grin on her face and excitement in her eyes.  “I can’t wait to see which debreasting options were selected by the girl in the booth!  Have you added any new debreasting options since Friday night, Bill?”

“Just Wanda’s ‘hot dogger’ option,” Bill replied with a grin on his face, “although the blenders have been reinstalled with a new design meant to increase viewing pleasure.”  He was enjoying watching the excitement that exuded from these 21^st Century girls as they enjoyed the facilities his nightclub offered.  “I don’t think any girl has selected the ‘hot dogger’ option yet.  I think the idea of electricity running through their body scares them off; I know it would me!”

“Easy, Janet,” Sue said and then giggled as she watched the spunky heroine bounce on her chair.  “We will find out how the girl is going to get her balloons popped very soon now.  Zatanna, do you see how the bacon poacher is gently rubbing and kissing the trapped breasts in the portals?  She is rewarding the girl who is about to donate her bacon with pleasure, but she is also reminding her that soon she will never experience that same pleasure again, as her breasts are about to be killed.  It is one of the social aspects of the game we have been talking about.”

“There, on this side of the booth wall just above the floor, do you see it, Zatanna?” Wanda asked with a grin on her face.  “That is how the girl in booth 3 is going to get her bust flattened.”  Almost immediately the girl in the booth began moaning in pleasure, the moans carrying just a tinge of fear.

“Oh, yes, I see,” Zatanna replied, “it’s a circular saw rising slowly upward under those trapped and vulnerable C-cups along a narrow, vertical groove.  The girl’s going to have her boobs slowly sawed right off her chest.  I must say, the way she is moaning in pleasure, one would assume she is really enjoying herself.”

“Right, Zatanna,” Wanda concurred, “the circular saw is probably set on slow, but not dead slow.  The girl in the booth is getting a respectable pleasure beam dose with that setting.  If you listen to the texture of the girl’s moans, you’ll hear the fear she is presently experiencing in the back of her mind be brought to the forefront when the girl on this side of the booth begins tugging on her nipples, trying to get as much breast meat as possible on this side of the saw.  When the saw touches the bases of her breasts, the moans will naturally be colored with pain, and may even become screams of agony.  However, the orgasmatron beam intensity will then be stepped up dramatically, and the moans of pain and pleasure will become mixed, and the girl will most certainly be brought to climax as her breasts change ownership and become bacon in the black girl’s hands.”

As the girls around the table watched Zatanna nod, they decided to end the explanations and give the debreasting their full attention.  When the saw got close to the undersides of the breasts hanging out of the portals at booth 3, the tall black girl grabbed a nipple in each hand and pulled outwards.  This alerted the girl in the booth that she was about to experience pain, and she moaned in fear.  When the saw touched the bases of the girl’s breasts, sending a thin spray of blood into the air parallel to the front booth wall, the girl began shrilling in intense pain. 

The saw slowly moved upward, cutting into the trapped breasts, and pleasure mixed with agony as the girl’s screams become moans again.  The girl holding the breasts from the outside of the booth teasingly lifted the breasts upward, opening the wound under the breasts, when they were three quarters severed, so that the girl in the booth would know they were about to come free.  The girl in the booth didn’t scream; instead she sighed loudly in climax, a sigh that didn’t end until her breasts came free of her chest and her booth restraints set her free. 

The girls at the reserved table watched as the black girl had her arms pulled downward as she took the weight of the C-cups in her hands, and then held the severed breasts before the opaque window as she realized that the booth occupant, freed of her restraints, had remained standing in the booth, perhaps stunned at her new status as a breastless girl.  As the booth’s occupant was pulled out of the booth by the Game room booth attendant, and the cleanup crew went to work on the outside of the booth, the black girl proudly carried her newly poached bacon to one of the food ordering stations at the bar, so that she could trade her winnings from the booth game she had just played for a round of sandwiches for her table.

“Well, Zatanna, what did you think of that?” asked Janet, the glow of excitement still on her face.  “Didn’t that look fun?”

Zatanna laughed be for replying, “Well it was certainly more interesting than Bill’s collecting of his gambling debts, I’ll give you that.  It definitely did appear that the booth occupant had fun, before and at the very end of her debreasting, although it was obvious that she was in a great deal of pain as the saw sliced upward through her boobs.  It was also obvious that the girl on this side of the booth enjoyed poaching those breasts off of the other girl’s chest.”

“We see the circular saw option get chosen as a debreasting method rather frequently, Bill,” Wanda said softly.  “Is there a reason for that?”

“If that debreasting option is indeed chosen more often than the others, Wanda” Bill replied with a contented smile, “it is probably because it was initially the only option made available.  Some of the other nightclubs offering the debreasting experience still have it as the only option.  You were about to suggest a new debreasting method, Janet?”

“Be careful what you wish for, Janet,” Wanda quipped and then rubbed her hands over her bandages.  “Bill might make you demonstrate whatever debreasting method you suggest the next time we are here.”

“That would be fine with me, Wanda,” Janet said with a giggle.  “I’m happy to oblige, as long as we don’t have to play any more death games.  Death games are out, right Bill?”

“Yes, Janet,” Bill replied calmly, “there is already a sign on the front door outlining the change in policy.  However, don’t get too comfortable with that and start sassing the male customers.  I can’t change the government policy that says any male can order you un-papered girls to do as he pleases.  You could still be sent to ride one of my Jessica machines, with or without your fillet being exposed when the order was given.”

“Oh, right!” Janet said ever so softly, “I almost forgot where we are.”  Just then, ‘The Wall’ door opened and a lithe and fit, short-haired blonde dressed in pink gym shorts exited the room wearing two circular bandages on her chest.  Her blue eyes were gleaming with excitement and she had a broad smile on her face as she waved to her friends somewhere behind the reserved table.  “See, Zatanna, she did enjoy her debreasting experience, and, now that she is wearing the special bandages, she isn’t in any pain.”

“I see that, Janet,” Zatanna replied, giggling at how eager Janet was to make the debreasting booths enticing.  “I also think I might just get a chance to see you on the back of one of those Jessica machines if you don’t answer Bill’s question.  Can’t you see his frustration?  You were about to suggest a new debreasting method.”

“Sorry, Bill,” Janet replied quickly with a reddened face, “I forgot.  I guess I have been overly focused on making sure we are going to be able to watch Zatanna get those big balloons of hers popped tonight!  The debreasting method I’m going to suggest isn’t new, it just isn’t available here.  Could you install posts in the dance floor that rose up in front of the debreasting portals with Spanish spiders attached to retractable lines at their tops?  After watching Beatriz’s debreasting at Club X, I think I would really find it hot to have my breasts ripped off while the person who impaled the spider leg spikes into the bases of my breasts watched, salivating over the bacon that is about to become theirs!”

Janet’s face filled with embarrassment as her tablemates roared with laughter, and Zatanna decreed, “Janet, you’ve just confirmed two things for me.  First, your status as the world’s greatest pain slut is reaffirmed.  Second, you’ve just verified my suspicion that all of this talking up of the debreasting booth experience has been solely to get me to let someone kill my tits for your viewing pleasure!”

Janet was grinning as Wanda quipped, “You only suspected that, Zatanna?  As the girl with the biggest breasts at the table, now that mine are gone, and as the only girl Janet hasn’t already seen getting her balloons popped, I would have thought that would have been self evident!”

  Janet smiled sheepishly and nodded, before admitting, “Okay, I’ve been found out.  I actually doubt that I have to talk you into taking a turn in a booth, Zatanna.  You didn’t come all this way to go home breasted.  What about you, Bill, did I talk you into installing a new debreasting device?”

“What you are suggesting could be done, Janet,” Bill replied with a chuckle.  “I don’t see it becoming a particularly popular option with the girls playing the game in the booths, though.  Would you demonstrate the debreasting method on your next visit?”

“I’ll gladly demonstrate breast removal by Spanish spiders, Bill,” Janet said with a loud giggle, “but maybe not the next time we’re here.  If we don’t go home all PO’ed at you, we will probably return next Friday night with my husband in tow—if he agrees to make a little demonstration of his desire to join our girls’ night out.  The Spanish spiders might be a little intense for his delicate tastes, at least when it’s his wife they are being used on.”

“You’re going to bring heroes with you on your next visit, girls?” Bill asked with obvious interest and perhaps a little concern in his voice.  “Very interesting!”

“Probably, just Janet’s husband, Bill, if he agrees to make one heck of a leap of faith,” Sue said softly, with a wry smile on her face.  “I know that none of the men on my team would do it, and I’m not sure I would want them to if they would.”

“Clint Barton would do it,” Wanda said with a laugh, “but then he would probably tell our team leader, Steve Rogers, and I wouldn’t like for that to happen.  Maybe Zatanna could talk one of the Justice League men into it, and bring a couple of her female teammates with her to join us and the boys next Friday night.”

   “I can’t tell you whether or not that is possible, Wanda,” Zatanna said with interest in her eyes, “until you spell out to Bill and me exactly what sort of demonstration Janet is going to ask of her husband, Hank, to prove his desire to come with us.  Which of you three are going to explain?”

“I will,” Janet said with a wicked grin on her face.  “Hank and I have been playing sexual fantasy games with a penis guillotine I bought for months now.  I give him oral sex with his penis pushed through the lunette while he imagines the blade falling and ending his sex life.  Ever since I found out about the Chula nanogene tissue regenerator from Wanda, I’ve been trying to talk him into letting me chop his manhood off for real.  I’m pretty sure he is going to agree to let us emasculate him, take both his penis and his testicles, next Friday night before we leave to come here—we will regenerate his male parts before we leave, naturally.”

Zatanna roared in laughter, while Bill visibly cringed, and said, “Well I hope he is at least allowed to splort at the end of one of your patented blow jobs, Janet, while the blade falls!  I know some of the girls will come along with us, maybe even Diana with her wondrous breasts, knowing they are going to be able to watch that before we leave.  Maybe Dinah can talk Oliver into coming as well, if he is promised that he can watch Hank’s parts restored before he takes his turn with his manhood under the blade.” 

            “That would be hot if you can make it happen, Zatanna,” Wanda said with a smile.  “Are you sufficiently familiar with our background to recognize the names, Bill?  I hope you’re not put off about this talk of Janet and Hank’s fantasy.”

            “Yes, Wanda, I’ve spent some time studying the team rosters from your…home town,” Bill whispered softly.  “I knew Beatriz and Tara were Fire and Ice, and Zatanna was obviously easy to figure out.  You mentioned the civilian names of Hawkeye and Captain America.  I don’t know what codename Janet’s husband, Hank as in Henry Pym, would be using at this time in his career, but I know Oliver Queen as Green Arrow; if you do bring those men with you, make sure they are well versed in our customs.  I must admit, I would be most interested to meet Dinah Lance, Black Canary, but I would be pleased to no end if you can entice Princess Diana of Themyscira, Wonder Woman, to come along.  If that takes the two males making a temporary sacrifice of their manhood while a handful of girls watch to get Wonder Woman here, then you can add the price of a fillet for each of them to the bargaining table to get the men to agree to it!  It would be well worth my money to see the most famous breasts in history poached from that girl’s chest!”

            “Now that really, blows,” Wanda whined, “the four of us sitting at a table as far as one could possibly get from Justice League headquarters, our breasts having been on full display for much of the night, and Diana’s breasts are all Bill can think of.  To steal Janet’s line from earlier tonight, woe are we!”  This brought laughter from all four girls. 

            “Well, do you think she’ll come?” Bill asked, apparently eager to meet an Amazon warrior.  “Is there anything else I can do to help entice her?”

            “All I can do is make the offer, Bill,” Zatanna said softly.  “However, I noted your concern about the boys tagging along without fully understanding this culture.  I think they will fit right in as this world is any male’s dream utopia.  Diana on the other hand is a one woman feminist movement, and may be incapable of taking on the role of an un-papered girl in some situations.  Bringing her could be dangerous…to your male customers.  Also, she would never take a booth, but I have an idea that would help entice her here and to get her to put her breasts at risk once here, if you are still interested after what I just said.”

            “I understand your warning, Zatanna,” Bill said softly, “but, yes, I’m still interested.  What are you suggesting I do?”

Zatanna pointed to the Jessica machine just to the west of ‘The Wall’ door and said, “Move that somewhere else, possible just to the other side of the door if that works for you, and install an extra long balance beam three or four feet from the wall between ‘The Wall’ door and the unisex restroom door.  Have three sets of those breast suspension rigs that you made Wanda demonstrate, but with lubricated lines above the breast nooses, set up above the center and ends of the balance beam, and provide blunt jousting poles with blunt hooks.  If the girls around here are interested in jousting, trying to unbalance and therefore debreast another girl at the end of ninety seconds of painful breast suspension, Diana will challenge all comers all night long until she herself finally has a misstep.”

            “I’ll do it,” Bill spat quickly.  “There will be a sign on the wall that says any fallen fruit belongs to the house, but drinks will be free for the night for any girl willing to take a turn in the breast nooses.  Another excellent idea, Zatanna!”

            “Bill, I saw you cringe when I described the fantasy my husband and I share,” Janet said with a blush, “and you never replied to Wanda’s question of whether you were put off by it.  I hope I haven’t offended you.”

            Bill chuckled and smiled before he replied, “Castration fantasies are not condoned for males in view of the low percentage of males in the population pool, and any girl who castrated a male would be slowly roasted over an open fire without the benefit of being spitted first—with one exception.  One of our recreational activities is called a ‘Foxhunt’.  During a foxhunt girls are released in a wilderness area and hunted by men participating in the game for a period of eight hours.  Some of these foxhunts are arranged by clubs, and the girls usually consist of free rangers kidnapped off of the city streets after dark.” 

“However,” Bill continued, “the government also runs local, regional, and worldwide foxhunts every year, where both the men and girls participating are volunteers.  For reasons that will become apparent, watching these foxhunts are attractive to the girls of our culture.  The female gender, being the shoppers and commodity buyers of the culture, are the primary targets of hologram broadcast advertisement, so the government-run foxhunts are recorded and broadcast, bringing a lot of advertising revenue to the broadcast companies.”

            “In both the club games and the government games,” Bill said with a wry smile, “the girls are issued with belts containing knifes and docking tubes, the larger diameter ones naturally, while the men are issued tranquilizer guns and the smaller docking tubes.  If the girls are bagged, they are docked by the hunter after they awaken, and then taken back to the hunting camp where they are spitted and live-roasted at the end of the day.  To even the odds, the girls are legally allowed to do anything they can think of to avoid being captured during the eight-hour hunt.  This includes setting traps for the men or ambushing them.  Many of the women entering themselves in the foxhunts are quite aggressive, some of them entering themselves into every foxhunt that comes available.  I’ve seen men docked by the foxes on these hunts, and I’ve seen men killed.  I’ve also seen men emasculated by the foxes with their knives, much to the applause of the women in the room watching the broadcast with me.  No, I am not offended, Janet.”

            “You said the foxhunts are sometimes run by clubs, Bill,” Wanda pointed out, her eyes filled with obvious interest in what she had heard.  “Does Club X ever hold foxhunts?”

            “We’ve talked about it, Wanda, but never have actually held one,” Bill replied.  “If we did, we wouldn’t be using free rangers, if that is what you are wondering about.  When the idea was brought up, it was presented as an activity that the adult in-between daughters could participate in, as well as freely volunteering un-papered girls of course and perhaps some of the club members’ wives.  To be honest, it didn’t come about because we didn’t think enough club members would agree to participate as hunters, but as the number of more adventurous men in the club seems to have increased of late it may be time to give the idea further consideration.”

Wanda chortled, “You let us know if the club ever changes its mind, Bill.  Such an activity would make a lovely live-fire training exercise for girls of our ilk!”

“Look, girls, the skinny blonde in front of booth 4 is beginning to rub and tease the huge set of dark-skinned DD-cups hanging from the portals before her,” Janet interrupted excitedly.  “I think we are going to see a second set of balloons popped from this round of contestants!”

As Zatanna looked out to see what was happening, she noticed that booth 3’s debreasting portals had been refilled while she wasn’t watching.  Then she saw the blonde Janet had pointed out reach for the red debreast button, and she announced, “Janet’s right!  Those DD-cups are about to be doomed!”

The girl in booth 4 screamed in fear as she realized her debreast button was about to be hit.  As the blonde pressed the button, her scream turned a moan of ecstasy, followed by a shrill of agony as a guillotine blade dropped from the ceiling just inside the booth wall to slice through both of the huge moneymakers.  The two huge breasts dropped to the dance room floor with a loud double plop.  The blonde, obviously embarrassed at her lack of decorum, quickly bent down and picked up the two large lumps of bacon, as the debreasted girl was pulled out of booth 4.  As the blonde carried the severed breasts by their nipples to the food ordering station, the cleanup crew went to work inside and outside of the booth.

“Well, that was fast, and didn’t look like too much fun for either player,” Zatanna observed.  “It didn’t make for convincing pro-debreasting propaganda.” 

“You are right, Zatanna,” Janet replied with a frown.  “The intensity of the orgasmatron beam doses is linked to the intensity and duration of the pain caused by the debreasting method chosen.  The girl in the booth got her debreasting over with quickly, but I don’t think she managed to reach climax.  She got no reward for letting her chest get flattened, and the girl that debreasted her had little fun doing the breast poaching.  She probably wouldn’t have chosen to kill that set if they hadn’t been so large.  I selected guillotine blade as my option the first time in a booth, and returned to my table breasted, which really blew because I was trying to be the first one at the table to get their balloons popped and I failed.  Learn from my mistake and pick a slow, painful, and interesting method to lose those jugs of yours with, when you take your turn, Zatanna.”

Wanda laughed at the frown on Zatanna’s face, and said, “You better lighten up and let her make her own mind up, Janet.  I have a suggestion for debreasting options, Bill.”

“Oh, you do, do you, Wanda?” Bill asked with a chuckle.  “I’m happy to hear your suggestion, so keep talking!”

Have in the computer’s debreasting option menu, select ‘docking permitted yes’ or ‘docking permitted no’, and if the booth player selects ‘docking permitted yes’ have a compartment containing a docking tube open up on the kitchen side booth wall, AFTER the debreast button has been pushed.  I wouldn’t mind finding out what sort of pain Tyler almost put me to tonight!  But it would have to be done knowing I would lose the rest of my breasts as well.”

“Wanda, you stole one of my ideas!” Zatanna quipped in mock anger.  “This is part of my idea to balance the increased risk to the kitchen side players by always having two lottery winners.  To encourage the bacon hunters, allow them to demonstrate their prowess at their sport by displaying the nipples of the breasts they’ve taken in clear plastic beads hanging from necklaces.  You could set up the bead making facilities at the bar next to the food ordering stations, and charge more money to make the necklace beads than you would get from selling the nipples as hors d’oeuvres.  You would be increasing your profit margin by having the bacon hunters continue to collect bacon for you, but also start contributing credits.”

“I think Zatanna has something there, Bill,” Sue replied with a grin.  “The bead making equipment could also be used for clitorises, during the rare instances that ‘declit option yes’ is selected.  When I teased Sharon with the possibility that I might have selected that option for her, when she took her final turn in a booth, I told her I would make a necklace pendant out of her precious organ.  Given that I had a similar idea, and you’ve shown interest in preserving Wanda’s naughty bits, what Zatanna suggests might be profitable.”

“That type of equipment shouldn’t be too pricy,” Bill said as he looked thoughtful.  “It couldn’t hurt to give it a try.  This has been a very worthwhile conversation, girls.  Any other thoughts, anyone?  You’ve been quiet, Sue.  You must have some ideas.” 

As Sue considered her answer, a slightly chubby black girl exited ‘The Wall’ door, wearing her yellow shorts and sporting two white bandages on her chest.  She wore a broad smile on her face, so Zatanna wondered if Janet’s conclusion that she had not reached climax as her breasts had plopped on the dance floor might have been wrong.

“I don’t have any suggestions for debreasting methods, Bill,” Sue said softly.  “I have a goal I would like to see addressed, and then a suggestion I think, but will have to ask a question before I provide the suggestion.  The goal I would like to see addressed is getting more male customers to participate here.  Does anyone have a suggestion on how that might be accomplished?”

“I do, but none of us are going to like my suggestion if we ever get entered into the lottery again and lose,” Wanda replied with a silly grin on her face.  “Let the men enter a raffle, possibly held before the lottery and not publically announced to the girls, to determine who gets to share the debreasting experience with the two lottery winners as they are debreasted.  Given the fixation on anal sex we couldn’t help notice all night long, this would attract some additional male customers.  I also note that if this idea had already been implemented in concert with Zatanna’s policy of always picking two lottery winners, Janet would no longer be able to brag to us about being an anal virgin!”

Bill Jennings roared in laughter yet again, as he watched Janet’s face turn beet red.  “Again, I like the way you think, Wanda.  Keep in mind, that if my card drawing idea had also been implemented, Janet may have had her neck on the chopping block after having her anal virginity taken from her while being debreasted.  I may implement the raffle you suggest, although I might try to sell or trade the opportunity the share the girls’ debreasting experiences first, and hold the raffle if I got no takers.  As for you girls entering one of my lotteries again, knowing that boys will be boys, I’ll wager a free fillet against the tits of the first one of you who bets your men won’t enter at least one of you into next Friday night’s lottery.”

“Don’t any of you even think of making that wager!” Sue spat quickly.  “If the boys found out such a bet had been made, and Bill here would see to it that they did, they would be sorely tempted to see us in the lottery, rationalizing that the odds of disaster were quite low.  I think it is best to not put the idea of entering us into the lottery into their heads by bringing up the possibility.  Now, for my, coincidentally related, question, Bill.  How common is it for girls to bet their breasts on something while at Final Fantasy?”

“Very common,” Bill said with a chuckle.  “You’re not angry at me for debreasting those three girls earlier tonight, after they lost their bet that Wanda’s neck would be broken by her long-drop hanging are you, Sue?”

“Quite the opposite, Bill,” Sue said with a smile.  “You used the debreasting booths to collect your winnings because it was the most convenient way of doing so.  I think the debreasting booths should be used for girls playing the booth game, trying to have fun while gambling their bacon, not for collecting on gambles already lost.  Also, I think that if a girl is foolish enough to bet her breasts on something and loses, she should be seen to pay that debt in public.  Why don’t you install a permanent…I don’t know what the proper term is for it…bend-over beam, like you used for Sally, right here at the edge of the dance floor.  Just have the girl who lost the bet bend over and take her medicine.  You could have a pair of those debreasting shears they had at Club X stored behind the bar.  It sounds like you’ll need the beam more frequently for the lotteries as well, anyhow.”

“You have a point, Sue,” Bill said as he nodded.  “It can’t be the shears though.  Mike Simon has a patent on those, and I don’t like to pay a competitor for equipment.”

“I have one final idea which might be of help with Sue’s suggestion,” Zatanna announced with a broad grin.  “The idea might be useful in other circumstances as well.”

“Let’s hear it, Zatanna,” Bill said with a chuckle.  “You haven’t gone wrong yet!”

“How about a ping-pong-paddle-shaped metal instrument that has the center cut out and the interior edge sharpened razor sharp,” Zatanna said with a smile.  “You just fit the dangling breast through the cut out until the flat part of the hoop is against the girl’s ribs and pull the instrument, slowly or quickly, towards you, slicing through the base of her breast from bottom to top.  The procedure would then be repeated on the remaining breast.”

“Now that is an idea that I am going to have patented, Zatanna,” Bill said with genuine enthusiasm.  “In your honor, I’m going to have the instrument called a Zatanna.  Would you like me to have it ready so I can demonstrate its use on you next Friday night?”

“I’ll pass on the demonstration, Bill,” Zatanna said with a smile.  “If Janet sells me on the debreasting experience, I’m sure there will be more interesting booth options for me to try out.”

“Speaking of the booth game,” Janet interrupted, her voice filled with excitement.  “You will notice that the would-be booth players that were standing before ‘The Wall’ door have vanished after witnessing a second girl in the initial group lose her bacon while playing the game.  I guess they are waiting for things to quiet down before they risk their own breasts.  The girls who entered the booths right after the lottery are about to enter their final minute, so they should start moaning in pleasure soon.  My final news flash as designated booth game commentator is, the redhead standing in front of the well-tanned swooping C-cups that replaced the initial pair of breasts in booth 3 looks hungry—she’s been pinching and kneading the boobs hanging through those debreasting ports.”  Everyone at the table laughed at Janet’s enthusiasm. 

“Can we watch the debreastings, up close, out on the dance floor?” Zatanna asked quickly.  “This is a pretty good view, but I’m sure we aren’t catching all of the details of what is happening to those tender mammary glands.”

“Yes, we can, and sometimes do, watch from the dance floor, Zatanna,” Sue replied softly, just as the girls in booths 1, 2, and 5 began sighing in orgasm as they entered the final minutes of their booth stints.  “However, unless there is some particular interest in watching up close or need to be at the debreasting portals, I prefer the view from the table.  It’s a bit graphic out there on the dance floor where you can see the blood as blood rather than a red color, and sometimes the ragged edges of the wounds after the breasts come free.  We watched Janet get her chest slowly sliced off from the dance floor last Friday night, because she left the debreasting options to the player on the kitchen side, and we were interested in what options the bacon hunter would choose for Janet.  Naturally, we were out on the dance floor when we were the ones doing the debreasting.”

“I heard, earlier tonight, Janet tell Andy she had debreasted a girl named Tammy, and Sue mentioned setting the debreasting options for someone named Sharon just a few minutes ago, Wanda,” Zatanna said with a wry smile.  “Did you debreast a girl on your first night here, as well?”

“Yes,” Wanda, replied with a frown on her face, “although none of us intended on playing on the kitchen side of the debreasting portals when we entered Final Fantasy, we all did.  Tyler Roberts ordered me to debreast his wife, the first step in many 41^st Century divorces I gather.  I didn’t enjoy causing the girl pain, but the experience was interesting.  I could see myself again taking another girl’s breasts, under the right circumstances.”

“Speaking of taking breasts,” Janet spat excitedly, once again dancing on her chair seat, “the redhead just hit the debreast button on booth 3.  Look!  Portal-sized transparent cylinders just popped out of the kitchen side wall of the booth, rotated into a horizontal position, and are moving inward to toward the booth occupant’s breasts.  Are these your redesigned blenders, Bill?  How did you ever manage to get all those devices in or around those booths?  You can’t really tell they are there from the inside of the booth, until the debreast button has been hit!”

“Yes, those are the new blenders, Janet,” Bill said with a loud chuckle.  “I have several very well-paid engineers that figure out how to design my debreasting devices so that they will work, and will not be evident to the booth occupants until they are needed.  The booth experience has to be as comfortable as possible to keep the girls who don’t get their debreast buttons pushed coming back to take another turn in the booths.  That way I can be sure their bacon will eventually be harvested and contribute to my profit margin.”

“Look, the underside of the blender cylinders on the kitchen end slopes downward, widening the cylinder at its base in an asymmetrical fashion,” Zatanna observed as the top of the open cylinders were pushed firmly against the chest of the girl in booth 3 over her swooping C-cups.  “What’s up with that, Bill?”  Just then, a whirring sound could be heard as the curved, metal, rotating blades within the blender were very slowly pushed forward on a telescoping central support rod.  “Hey, the blending blades are moving forward in the cylinders, instead of waiting for the food to sink downward into them!”

“The widened cavity under the cylinders in their horizontal position provides a depression for the processed, pureed if you will, breast pulp to settle to,” Bill explained with a chuckle, as the girl in the booth began moaning in pleasure-beam-induced ecstasy, joining the song of pleasure being sang by the girls in the other three occupied booths.  “That helps keep the view of the breast destruction provided by the transparency of the cylinders unimpeded.  As the girl’s breasts are attached to her chest, they can’t drop to the blades, so the blades are pushed forward into her meat.”

The occupants of the reserved table watched as the whirling blades within the cylinders reached the girl’s erect nipples and began slicing into and shortening her nubs as the girl’s moans of pleasure became screams of agony.  In a few seconds the nipples were gone, and the blender blades were churning into areolas, turning the girls flesh into a liquefied paste.  The blender blades retracted, pulling the puree back with it and into the widened portion at the cylinders’ bases, before once again moving forward to erode away the front of the booth occupant’s breasts as the girl who had hit her red debreast button peered into the far side of the cylinder to watch with a satisfied grin.  As the orgasmatron beam dose was suddenly stepped dramatically up in intensity, the girl in the booth sighed in climax, after which she screamed, “OH!  YES!  I’m getting my tits munched!  I’m going to make a really great frappe´!”

As Zatanna watched the rapidly rotating blades retreat to the bottom of the cylinder, pulling ground breast meat back with it, before being pushed forward yet again, she chortled, “Jeese, that girl sure seems to be enjoying getting her breasts slowly destroyed!  Is it the pleasure beams?  Also, how are her breasts going to make a really great frappe'?

“Yes, because the blenders are set at dead slow and are one of the more painful debreasting methods, the orgasmatron beam settings are at a very high intensity,” Wanda replied, smiling as she watched the blenders again bite into the breasts before them.  She noted the three sets of breasts get pulled undamaged from booths 1, 2, and 5 as the climactic sighs within ended, the three girls’ booth stints having come to a close.  “Because pain and pleasure signals are carried over the same communication network to the brain, the nervous system, it is easy for the signals to become jumbled.  The agony she should be feeling as her breasts are slowly minced will likely feel like heavenly pleasure for the rest of the girl’s booth stay.  You explain what a frappe' is Bill.”

“The pureed breast meat is mixed with ice cream, made from girl milk of course, and fruit to make a frappe' desert,” Bill said, his face glowing with obvious pride.  “They are another of Marge’s recipes and one this establishment favorite food dishes.  You should all try one sometime.  I’m sure you will enjoy the taste very much!”

 The heroines watched as the blender blades continued eroding away the breasts of the girl in booth 3 as she continued sighing loudly in orgasm.  Soon, the girl’s chest had been completely flattened, and there was a clicking sound as a mechanism in the booth slid round caps between the cylinders and the debreasted girl’s chest to prevent her pureed breast meat from spilling.  The cylinders were then pushed outward away from the booth wall and rotated into a vertical position in their support brackets.  As the redhead lifted the cylinders from their positioning brackets using handles that had been on top when the cylinders had been in a horizontal position, and began carrying them and the precious minced meat within them to the food ordering station, the girl within the booth called out loudly, “Oh GOD!  Thank you for doing my tits!  That felt terrific!  Enjoy!”  Zatanna had a silly look on her face as she watched the girl in the booth get pulled into the Game room for bandaging.

Chapter 20. Educational Experiences

            “Gina, could you call our equipment installation specialist, and ask her to pick up and install some equipment that can be used to imbed nipples and such in clear plastic to make necklace pendants first thing tomorrow morning?” Bill asked his new head waitress, after calling the nude girl over to the reserved table.  “Tell her I know tomorrow is Sunday, but I’ll make it up to her by giving her a couple of fillets to take home with her when she is done.  I also want you to do some shopping first thing Monday morning and pick up twenty each gold, silver, and stainless steel necklace chains of the type needed for hanging the necklace pendants.  I guess that means that you better be here tomorrow with the installation specialist to see exactly what type of necklace chains will be needed.”

            “Shouldn’t your office secretary be taking care of both of those tasks, Mr. Jennings?” Gina asked with obvious irritation over what she was being asked to do.  “Now that I’m head waitress, I was going to give myself Sundays off.”

            “No, Gina, my secretary runs my office, and my head waitress takes care of anything that has to do with Final Fantasy that doesn’t require my personal attention,” Bill said with a hint of anger in his voice.  “In order to accomplish that responsibility, my head waitress works whatever days or nights I deem necessary, and takes time off only when she isn’t needed.  Any head waitress not willing to do that for me rides a Jessica.  Is that clear?  Now do you think you can get the installation girl to work for me tomorrow?”

            “Sorry, Mr. Jennings, I should have agreed to the schedule you asked me to work immediately!” Gina replied, her face pallid from the threat of riding the spitting machine.  “That won’t happen again, sir.  Carrie, the installation girl, was here earlier.  I’m not sure she will work tomorrow for a couple of fillets, but if you give her the fillets and grant a favor she has requested for next Friday night, I’m sure she will.”

            “What does Carrie want, Gina?” Bill asked with interest.  “I’m sure I can grant any reasonable request.”

            “Carrie watched the hangings before the lottery, sir,” Gina replied quickly.  “It seems that she and three of her acquaintances are quite the air dancing enthusiasts.   Carrie wants to know if she can challenge the three other girls, who have been relentlessly teasing her about having A-cups, to an air dancing competition—the winner of the competition gets to go home at the end of the night while the three losers get left in the nooses until after the lottery and then get put over our roasting pits.”

            “Hhhmm, I don’t know if I can agree to that, Gina, what with our new policy on death games,” Bill chortled as he noted the interest generated by the discussion on the faces of his tablemates.  “Death games are out, right, Janet?”

            “We meant that your customers shouldn’t be able to force death games on girls,” Janet said, blushing at the way she had been so easily boxed into a corner.  “If these girls want to have an air dancing competition, officially sanctioned by Final Fantasy like the event we all participated in earlier, as a special event before the lottery, I say let them have it using whatever rules all of the participants are willing to agree to.”

            “Make the call to Carrie now, Gina, and tell her she can have the dance floor next Friday night just prior to the nightly lottery, if she will install my plastic necklace-pendant making equipment first thing tomorrow so that I can use it on some treasured naughty bits I have stored in the refrigerator before I go to the Club X picnic,” Bill instructed with a broad smile on his face.  “When you’ve finished making the call, bring us another round of Lactic Blasters.”

            After Gina had walked away, Sue whispered, “Gina doesn’t fit the personality profile of most your waitresses, does she, Bill?  Granted that Aimee, Sharon, and Sally are the only three we girls have really gotten to know, but they were so utterly polite and sweet, and Gina is well…less so.”

            “Yes, Sue, the waitresses that work here do tend to be polite and sweet,” Bill acknowledged, “because the customers that get to know them are less apt to pay for the fillets of those types of girls, or even make them do a stint in the booths, while I tend to have a lot of turnover in those positions filled by girls with abrasive personalities.  I’m just as surprised as anyone else that Gina is still wearing those DD-cups.  However, those DD-cups do provide some benefits for me.  Her milking stints are about a half hour longer than most of the other waitresses.”

            “You make your waitresses double as milk cows, Bill?” Wanda asked with disgust evident on her face.  She found being force milked to be quite debasing, and had experienced that particular debasement more times than she was willing to admit to.

            “I don’t FORCE any of my waitresses to participate in any of the dairy operations, Wanda,” Bill replied with a hurt look on his face.  “However, my waitresses are welcome to donate their milk in exchange for a handsome payment for their time.  Many of my waitresses take me up on that offer, knowing how short their careers as a waitress here are likely to be.  Even though their waitress wages are extremely high compared to other work available to them, they use the milking money to pad their retirement accounts in preparation for the day a booth stint forces them into retirement.  My pension is good, but nowhere near full waitress wages.”

            “Oh, sorry, Bill” Wanda said with a blush.  “I guess I was assuming that you maintained a stockade of milk cows, when you first mentioned your dairy and fermentation facilities.  Then when you said Gina was one of your better producers, I jumped to the wrong conclusion about your waitresses’ duties.  Once again, I apologize.”

            Bill laughed and then chortled, “Well, if you were really sorry, you would do that stint in a milking stall.  Actually, I do have two dozen well treated and well fed milk cows, Wanda.  I supplement what they produce with the milk volunteered by my waitresses, because Marge always had the idea that happy cows made sweeter milk.  It makes the milk cows, no longer un-papered women not knowing their role in the food production chain, happy to be with girls of the type they used to be, and as I mentioned, the waitresses are happy to get paid additional wages.  Gina produces more milk than most of the other waitresses, but the milk cows produce more along the lines of what you said your breasts, when you had them, could produce.”

            “I would be very surprised if any of us changed our minds and agreed to take a stall, Bill” Janet said with a laugh as she watched Wanda get ever more uneasy as Bill tried to press her into service.  “However, I’ve been surprised before.  That is enough about milking for now, though.  I need to think of a way to let Zatanna see the debreasting booths up close and personal.”

            “Carrie said she knew exactly what we needed, and said she would pick up the pendant-making equipment and the correct necklace chains and meet me, or if you prefer, you, here at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow morning, Mr. Jennings,” Gina announced as she began distributing the new round of Lactic Blasters.  “She said she is thrilled about being able to challenge the other girls into accepting the air dancing competition…well, her actual words were, air dancing duel.  Did I do well, sir?”

            “Well enough, Gina,” Bill said with a smile.  “I’ll let you know if I decide I don’t need you here in the morning.”

            “Thank you, sir,” Gina replied with a frown.  She had been hoping to talk Mr. Jennings into letting her sleep in late.  “Well unless there is something else I can do for you or one of your guests, sir, I’ll get back to my station behind the bar.”

            “There IS something you can do for me, Gina,” Janet said with a wicked grin on her face, “if you would be so kind?”

            “What is it that you wish me to do, miss?” Gina asked with obvious disappointment at getting yet another task thrust upon her.

            “I need to show my friend, Zatanna, here,” Janet replied in a sweet, friendly voice, “what the controls on the outside of the debreasting booths are like, and it looks like all of the customers are avoiding the booths at the moment.  Three girls getting debreasted in one ten minute period has scared everyone away from the Game room.  As the booths are empty, and you are the on duty waitress, could you fill booth 1?”

            “You are ordering me to fill a booth?” Gina asked with horror on her face.  “Are you going to kill my boobies?”

            “Yes I am, to your first question, and probably not, to your second,” Janet replied, the wicked smile back on her face, “but I’ve learned that you can never be too sure about what is going to happen while you are in one of those booths.  You had best set your debreasting options in the same manner you would if I said I was going to definitely poach those big bags of bacon you carry on your chest.  However, you’ll be the only one in the booths, so it won’t do any good to try to hide your identity, and I would be pleased if you set ‘select window transparency two-way’ so we can see your face as we talk to you.  Go now!”

            Gina immediately turned and hurried through ‘The Wall’ door.  The horror never left her face as she entered the Game room for the first time while Final Fantasy was open to the public.

            “Come with me, Zatanna,” Janet said with a smile.  “This won’t be the educational experience I was hoping for if someone gets to those debreasting portals before us.  If we don’t go play with her knockers while we study the controls and talk to her about this and that, someone else will harvest those DD-cups and cost Bill here a pension.”

            Bill, with a look of surprise and alarm on his face, and Wanda and Sue, with knowing smiles on their faces, watched Janet and Zatanna hurry over to booth 1.  Janet took a position in front of the window while Zatanna stood in front of the debreasting controls.  Seconds later, the tablemates at the reserved table saw Gina scrape her huge breasts through the debreasting portals, heard a fear-filled moan as the waitress suddenly found herself bound in place by tight restraints, and then waited while the waitress began setting her controls.

            “Hi Gina, I’m Janet and this is Zatanna,” Janet said with a pleasant smile as the window on booth 1 suddenly became transparent after the waitress finished setting her debreasting options on the computer console inside the booth and pressed ‘start timer’.  Noticing that Gina’s hazel eyes were filled with fear, Janet asked, “Is this your first time in one of those bacon traps, Gina?”

            “Duh, I still have breasts don’t I?” Gina replied unpleasantly, her voice carrying undertones of fear and anger.  “When Grade-A boobies like these go through the debreasting portals, they never return to the main room as breasts.  I’m screwed and it’s because of you!”

            “I know that it is a very frightening experience to be in one of those booths, Gina,” Janet spat, anger coloring her own voice, “but try to be nice to me and my friend, and we may do what we can to keep one of the other customers from hitting your debreast button.  If you want to continue being unpleasant, we may walk away after I am done showing Zatanna the controls.”

            After thinking for a minute, Gina said, “I’m sorry for my rudeness, Janet.  It is just that I would be very disappointed to only be head waitress for less than an hour.  I am pleased to meet you and Zatanna.  Please don’t leave me at the mercy of those salivating carnivores.  Does what you said mean you really aren’t going to poach my bacon?”

            “Gina, I don’t see either of us popping your balloons unless you said you wanted us to or we thought it was the best thing for you,” Janet said with a genuine smile.  “Having said that, I’ll say again, you can never be sure about how things will end when you get in one of those booths.”

            “Now, Zatanna,” Janet began as she turned to look at the raven-haired heroine, “in order to keep someone from cutting in on our discussion here and stealing these lovely breasts right out from under our noses, we are going to have to follow debreasting booth etiquette and look like we are going to poach these melons for ourselves.  That means kissing and rubbing them while looking like we are going to hit that red debreast button.”

            “I would rather debreast Gina than rub and kiss her breasts, Janet,” Zatanna said with a loud laugh.  “I’ve dabbled a bit at switch hitting, but I definitely prefer men and wouldn’t like to be seen in public being all lovey-dovey with a girl I just met.”

            “Loosen up, girl!” Janet said, chiding Zatanna.  “You’ll be playing with your potential food, not conducting foreplay prior to a lesbian encounter.  Even Wanda managed to get past her girl on girl aversion and treat the fruit hanging through these debreasting portals just waiting to be picked with proper etiquette.  Look, just do what I do, and we’ll soon have Gina moaning with pleasure instead of shaking with fear.”

            Janet watched Zatanna shrug her shoulders and then nod, and began stroking the underside of Gina’s right breast with the fingers of her right hand while she palmed the top of the breast with her left hand.  She smiled with satisfaction as she watched the raven-haired beauty next to her begin mimicking her actions to pleasure Gina’s left breast.  Janet then tweaked the nipple on Gina’s right breast until it was an erect turret as she watched Zatanna do the same of the waitress’s left nipple.  Janet bent her head down and began suckling on the nipple before her, and heard Gina moan loudly in pleasure as she soon had both of her nipples being sucked and tongued in warm mouths.

            Janet stood and smiled as she locked her blue eyes with Gina’s hazel eyes while Zatanna began suckling on both of the girl’s nipples, one at a time, eliciting moans of pleasure from the waitress.  Janet chortled, “You have nice big nipples tipping those silver-dollar-sized pinkish-brown areolas on your monster breasts, Gina.  It is little wonder that you received an A grade.  I presume whoever graded you told you your breasts were your best feature and the reason for your high grading.”

            “Actually, the grader was more impressed with my fillet than my breasts, Janet,” Gina replied between moans.  “She said my fillet was really meaty because of my unusually thick labial lips.  Don’t tell anyone though!  I wouldn’t want to add any extra temptation for someone to pay Mr. Jennings for the price of my fillet some night while I’m the potential menu item waitress.  I don’t have any family left, so no one would benefit from my pension if I were converted to meat as I rode a Jessica machine.”

            “I see, Gina,” Janet said, as she smiled downward at the back of Zatanna’s head, the Justice Leaguer taking her breast pleasuring duties more seriously than Janet had anticipated, “your pension would be lost if you were converted to meat.  It wouldn’t be lost if just your breasts were converted, would it?  If your bacon gets poached, you yourself get a nice separation bonus and the pension from Mr. Jennings, right?”    

            “Yes, Janet, that is the agreement that Mr. Jennings has with all of his waitresses,” Gina said with a smile.  She then proudly added, “Of course, now that I’m head waitress, my pension will be larger than it would be for one of the other waitresses if they lost their bacon!”

Zatanna, having become interested in the conversation, stood, and nodded to Gina’s right breast while she rubbed the waitresses left breast with both hands.  As she watched Janet’s hands go back to work on the right breast before her, Zatanna asked, “Gina, have you been saving your waitressing wages against the day you’ll no longer be able to work at Final Fantasy?”

            “Duh, every waitress at Final Fantasy knows to do that, Zatanna,” Gina spat loudly.  “I’m not stupid.  Not only do I save everything I can from my waitressing wages, I also do a milking session four days a week.  I have a nice nest egg to tide me over until my number finally comes up in the weekly government lottery.”

            “Oh, that’s right,” Zatanna said with genuine excitement, “Mr. Jennings did mention that some of you waitresses contributed your milk by taking sessions in the milking stalls.  Does he pay you well for your milk?”

            “Not as well he pays for waitressing, but there isn’t any potential menu item tour of duty at the dairy,” Gina said with a laugh as she was beginning to enjoy getting her breasts massaged by the girls on the kitchen side of her booth.  “We waitresses get paid a hundred credits an hour from the moment the milking machines are fitted over our nipples until we run dry.  Some days I make close to 300 credits for a milking session.”

            “Oh, is that a lot of money, Gina?” Zatanna asked with interest.  “I would assume the milking sessions are very boring for you girls.  Is that true?”

            “Yes, Zatanna, that is a really handsome sum of money,” Gina answered with obvious pride.  “It is more than most girls I know make in a week.  And no, it isn’t particularly boring.  Mr. Jennings will provide us with sex machines if we want them so that we can tone up our fillets.”

            “That is nice of Mr. Jennings,” Janet interjected.  “With a nice juicy fillet like yours, you want to keep it in the best shape possible.  My husband is going to be here next Friday night.  As head waitress, will you be on potential menu item duty during the lottery?”

            “Yes, Janet, the head waitress is always the potential menu item waitress during the nightly lottery,” Gina replied with a frown.  “Having to enter your number in the lottery is one of the reasons the head waitress gets paid more.”

            Janet nodded and smiled, “Indeed, I would hope you get paid more to go through what Sally went through earlier tonight.  I’m glad you will be on duty when my husband is here.  I think he will want to try a fresh fillet while he is here.  I’ll suggest he consider yours.”  Janet ignored Gina’s startled gasp and look of horror, and turned to the girl standing beside her as she said, “It is time for your education to begin, Zatanna.  Let’s see what debreasting options Gina has chosen, and go over how they are set when you are inside the booth.”

“When you first take a booth, you lean up close to the front wall and push your breasts through to the kitchen side of the debreasting portals,” Janet said as she began her explanation while pointing at the controls before Zatanna on the outside of the booth.  “You are then immediately secured into the bacon trap.  Then you set the controls on the right side of your window inside of your booth; those controls are very much the same as these, except there isn’t a debreast button inside the booth.  First you use the controls to set the debreasting method you are willing to accept by choosing from a very detailed on-screen menu, or select ‘secondary controls may override’, which allows someone on this side of the booth wall to use these controls to set the debreasting options.  Gina has elected to set her debreasting options herself.  What does the screen say she chose?” 

“Something called ‘snippers’,” Zatanna replied after reading the first line on the computer screen before her.  “Whatever that is?”

“Oh, Gina, you are a wonderful girl!” Janet chortled softly.  “Snippers is a double-cut debreasting where sharp blades come together from the top and bottom of the booth.  It’s one of the debreasting methods I would like to watch up close to the booth.  It also comes with one of the higher pleasure beam settings, so the girl that selected that method will be well rewarded for choosing it, either during her debreasting, or during the final minute of her ten minute mandatory booth period.”

“Next you set how fast you will be debreasted if someone hits your debreast button using your speed control menu,” Janet said, continuing her explanation of the debreasting controls.  “The slower you choose for your debreasting to be done, the higher your pleasure beam dose.  What speed setting did Gina select?”

Again Zatanna stared at the computer screen before her.  “She selected ‘slow’,” Zatanna replied softly.

“Not as good as ‘dead slow’, Gina,” Janet said with a giggle, “but you are going to have a wonderful final minute if someone doesn’t hit your red debreast button.  You may be thanking me for making you take that booth.”

“Yes, Janet,” Gina replied with a frown, “if you keep the carnivores away from my bacon, I may get to enjoy sexual bliss.  I still would have rather not put my Grade A’s through the debreasting portals.  I still doubt they will leave this booth through ‘The Wall’ door.”

Janet nodded at Gina and then continued her explanation to Zatanna, “Next you select window transparency, one-way or two-way.  Most girls select ‘one-way’ because they don’t want the bacon hunters to know which pair of breasts is which, just in case someone is coveting theirs.  I selected ‘one way’ during my first, unsuccessful booth stint, because I didn’t want the people on the kitchen side to see how nervous I was.  Since then, the girls with us have all been selecting ‘two way’ so we can see their faces as they go through the debreasting experience.”  Janet was taking a little care to make sure Gina couldn’t tell she was talking about her friends and herself having been debreasted on their previous visit.

“Finally, you select ‘de-clit option yes’ or ‘de-clit option no’,” Janet said with a smile.  “If you select ‘de-clit option yes’, you are pretty much are guaranteed the maximum orgasmatron beam setting regardless of your debreasting method or speed selections.  Which de-clit option did Gina select?”

“Well duh!” Gina spat before Zatanna could read the screen.  “If I leave this booth without my Grade A’s, I’ll be hurt and pissed, but I’m not going to leave my sex life in a tray on that side of this booth wall.  My pension won’t be very enjoyable if I can’t orgasm anymore!”

Janet nodded and smiled at Gina, saying, “Very few girls are willing to consider being sexually neutered at the end of their booth experience.”  Janet then turned to Zatanna and said, “Having selected your de-clit option, your debreasting booth options are set, and all you have to do is hit ‘start timer’ to initiate your mandatory ten-minute period locked helplessly in the bacon trap.  You are now ready to do your own booth stint like a pro, Zatanna.”

“Maybe, Janet,” Zatanna said with a laugh, “but if I let someone kill my breasts, it will definitely be after I’ve watched you get your tits popped.  How much booth time do you have left, Gina?”

“Three minutes and fifteen seconds, Zatanna,” Gina replied.  “Maybe I’ll get my Grade A’s out of the bacon trap after all.”

“Are you sure that is what you want, Gina?” Janet asked softly.  “If you get your bacon poached now, you’ll go home with a separation bonus and a head waitress pension.”

“Of course I want to keep my breasts, Janet,” Gina replied with confusion in her voice.  “Who in their right mind would want to go home flat-chested instead of wearing these knockers.”

 “Oh, I don’t know, Gina,” Janet replied with the wicked grin once more on her face, “maybe someone with a really meaty fillet and no one at home to enjoy the pension they would receive after someone like my husband paid Mr. Jennings the price of it.  You know, Zatanna, the more I think of it, the more I believe I would like to take that friend of ours up on the offer to earn 3,000 credits.  Then I could buy a nice meaty fillet if my husband didn’t want it…if the girl was still working here.  How do you think you are working out as head waitress, Gina?  Do you think you will be good at helping Mr. Jennings set up the equipment for the death games he seems so fond of…and the equipment needed to terminate the lottery winners?”

“I know I’ve been screwing up,” Gina said with a frown, “and no, I doubt I’ll be very good at setting up the equipment like Sally was.  Has Mr. Jennings said something about firing me…or making me ride a Jessica?”

“Mr. Jennings wouldn’t talk about that sort of thing with us, Gina,” Zatanna said softly.  She had figured out Janet’s game, and decided she really didn’t mind the direction it was taking, a fact that she found most surprising.  “We can hear the anger and disappointment in his voice when you screw up just as well as you can, though, Gina.  I’m glad you are interested in taking that well paying part time job, Janet.  I’d like to earn the price of a fillet as well.  However, even if she doesn’t get fired, Gina’s meaty fillet may not still be available next Friday night.  She will have had her number entered into five lotteries by then, most of them with a one in five chance that she will be a winner, and she will also have done a number of tours of duty as prime time potential menu item waitress.  Wasn’t that girl, Aimee’s, fillet purchased during prime time?”

“Yes it was,” Janet replied wearing a grin, “and Aimee was such a sweet girl.  She lasted a really long time squirming over the roasting pit while hanging from the spit running through her body.  It’s too bad she didn’t take her pension when she had the chance.”

“What do you think your friends are talking to Gina about, Wanda?” Bill asked softly.  “Gina seems very uncomfortable, whatever the topic is.”  Bill was looking at the dance floor where Janet and Zatanna were still rubbing Gina’s breasts while a dozen other girls stood impatiently behind them, licking their lips as they stared longingly at the large lumps of bacon protruding from booth 1.

“Zatanna is probably trying to learn about what your dairy operation is like, Bill,” Wanda said with a laugh.  “You probably had already guessed that, right?”

“Yes, Wanda, I had guessed that much,” Bill said with a chuckle.  “I fully expect that one or all of you will take me up on my offer.  Especially when I explain the educational experience I have in mind in more detail.  That doesn’t explain the consternation on Gina’s face though.”

“I think Janet is being a naughty little girl, Bill,” Sue said with a frown on her face, “and is in the process of doing something I can’t condone.  I think she is trying to get Gina to ask to be debreasted.  If Gina does, Janet will try to find a way to get Zatanna to do the dirty deed.”

Bill Jennings roared in laughter, and said, “Now that makes sense!  Janet is showing me that you girls can embrace our ways and costing me a pension at the same time.  Oh well!  That is what the potential menu item waitresses are for.”

“Janet and Zatanna,” Gina said softly, with fear on her face, “I don’t want to be debreasted, but it would really be stupid of me if I got converted to meat and no one got to enjoy the separation bonus and pension I’ve earned by taking the risks that come with waitressing here.  What would you do if you were in my position?”

“I’d forget about the pension, quit working at Final Fantasy, and find another, less risky, job, hoping that it will be a long time before my number comes up in the government run weekly lottery,” Janet answered in all honesty.  “That’s what I would do if I valued having breasts.”

“I agree with, Janet,” Zatanna said softly.  “Just hang in there, while we guard your debreast button, and, when you are released from that booth, resign as a Final Fantasy waitress, after putting on some bottoms so no one buys your fillet before you can get out of the nightclub.”

Gina looked thoughtful, before whining, “Thanks for your advice, but I don’t think you realize how many credits those pensions pay.  I couldn’t find a job that paid as well as the pension.  Still, Mr. Jennings wouldn’t have to pay any pension at all if someone puts me on the back of a Jessica, because I don’t have a family.  Breasts are just chest ornaments; they don’t have any real function now that women don’t have to nurse babies.  I think my best option is to take my separation bonus and pension right now, while I still can!”

“You need to be very sure of that decision, Gina,” Janet said softly.  “Once you’ve made it, there is no changing your mind.  However, say the word, and Zatanna and I will take our seats.  I’m sure at least one of these people standing behind us is coveting your bacon.  I’m sure you will get your balloons popped if we walk away.”

“NO!” Gina shrilled as Janet took her hands off of her right breast and started to turn around.  “Wait!  I think I’ve made the right decision, but I don’t want one of those carnivores to kill my boobies.  I know Mr. Jennings forced you girls to eat Wanda’s breast meat.  You’re not heartless carnivores like those bacon hunters behind you.  I want one of you…to push my debreast button…right now, please!”

“Well, Janet, this has been your mind game,” Zatanna said softly, “what do we do now?  I don’t think you’re going to get Gina to unmake that decision.”

“I wouldn’t think of trying to change Gina’s mind, Zatanna,” Janet replied softly.  “I think she reasoned through her situation quite well, and that her decision will end up prolonging her life.  As to what we do, well, you push her debreast button, knowing you will have to stay with her until her breasts come free of her chest and into your hands.  Then you’ll have to carry her breasts to the food ordering station and trade them for sandwiches.”

“Janet Van Dyne!” Zatanna spat loudly.  “What do you mean, I push her debreast button?”

“Well, Zatanna,” Janet said softly with a wry grin on her face and a sparkle in her blue eyes, “it needs to be done, I’ve already debreasted a girl before and you haven’t, and you’re the one already within reach of the debreast button.  However, you need to know that if you walk away after you press the button, you’ll be forced to ride a Jessica machine.  That is one of the rules Final Fantasy has in place to make sure the sacrifice a girl makes when she donates her bacon is respected.”

Zatanna stood glaring at Janet for a long moment, thinking.  She realized now that Janet had planned this scenario to turn out the way it had all along.  She also realized that she had been boxed into a corner.  Either she harvested Gina’s bacon, or one of the ‘carnivores’ behind her would, much to Gina’s terror.  “Okay, you girls win!  Are you sure you want me to kill your breasts, Gina?”

“Yes, Zatanna, I am very sure I do,” Gina replied calmly.  “I may have done this a long time ago if I had stopped and thought about the risks I was taking with my pension.  Do me now!”

Zatanna immediately pressed the red debreast button and returned to suckling and rubbing Gina’s breasts, as she had seen the other girls on the kitchen side of the debreasting portals do after they had hit the kill button.  Zatanna decided she wasn’t angry with or irritated at Janet.  Janet had given her the opportunity to appear to be unwillingly playing on the kitchen side of the debreasting portals as her most interesting educational experience continued.

“Well, Janet got her way,” Sue observed with obvious disappointment from the reserved table.  “Zatanna just hit Gina’s debreast button.  I don’t know how you put up with that spoiled brat, Wanda!”

“Janet isn’t that bad, Sue, she just sees things from a different perspective than we do,” Wanda replied with a giggle.  “I’ll bet she genuinely believes Gina wants her breasts off.  As for Zatanna, this is probably Janet’s way of making sure she fully joins the debreasting club.  All of the rest of us have debreasted another girl, and now Zatanna cannot be critical of us for having done so.”

“Now that you mention it, Zatanna did seem to pay a bit too much attention to my mention of setting Sharon’s debreasting options, after which she immediately asked you if you had ever taken a girl’s breasts,” Sue said while nodding her head.  “Should we make it a tradition for the new girls to take a set of breasts before they give up their own?  If so, I think we should let the new girls know in advance that it will be expected of them.”

Bill laughed loudly again and then asked, “If you make that one of your ‘traditions’, could you at least collect my customers’ bacon and up my profit margin instead of sending my waitresses into booths?  I pay out enough money in pensions as it is!”

“Sure, Bill, we’ll keep your needs in mind, just as you do ours,” Wanda said with a laugh.  “You don’t think that Janet’s choice of one of your waitresses as her training tool has anything to do with her standing in the lottery lineup waiting to find out whether or not she would lose her head, do you?”

As Sue watched Bill’s eyes widen with realization, she decided to change the subject and said, “I wonder what debreasting method Gina selected for her double D’s.  The way she is already moaning in pleasure, she must have doomed her breasts to some slow and painful means of destruction.”

Mechanical sounds could be heard from within booth 1 as short, metal arms rotated from vertical positions in the upper and lower left-hand corners of the booth, to horizontal positions.  Then wide, sharp, 3-foot-long blades unfolded from above or below the rods, and the rods began to rise and lower so that the edges of the blades were exactly one foot from the top and bottom surfaces of the Gina’s huge breasts.  Gina, along with everyone else, couldn’t see this happening with the blade apparatus below her breasts, but she couldn’t miss the obviously sharp upper blade pass just in front of her face, causing her to gulp loudly and then moan in fear.  Everyone else could see the upper blade apparatus as well as it passed downward on the far side of booth 1’s transparent window. 

As the sharp lower edge of the upper blade passed below the bottom booth 1’s window, Zatanna could hear Gina’s rapid, labored breaths as abject terror filled her face.  Zatanna yelled into the window, “Take it easy, Gina!  You have to remind yourself that you wanted this to happen, and that the pleasure beams will intensify as soon as the snippers touch your skin.  When that happens, focus all of your attention on the pleasure you feel between your legs and try to ignore what is happening to your breasts.” 

Gina locked her fear-filled hazel eyes with Zatanna’s blue eyes, and nodded.  She could see Zatanna wasn’t gloating at her, although her eyes gleamed with interest in what was happening.  Suddenly, Gina felt the edges of the snipper blades simultaneously touch the tops and bottoms of her breasts and pause in their movement, and she gasped as terror once more imprisoned her mind.   Then the sensations from the pleasure beams bathing her sex intensified and thrust themselves to the forefront of her mind, and Gina issued soft, low, moans of pleasure.  As the waitress felt Zatanna drop her head to her erect left nipple and begin suckling on it with her warm and wet lips, Gina was sent over a sexual precipice and sighed loudly in climax. 

Zatanna transferred her attention, and her mouth, to the waitress’s right nipple, and gave it a brief suckling before standing to return her attention to the bases of Gina’s beasts as she pulled firmly outward on the girl’s nipples.  She could see the glint of steel atop Gina’s breasts, and steel just to the sides of the drooped bottom of her breasts, and then the snipper blades started moving, closing together, again.  Soon, Zatanna could see that the upper blade had cut about a quarter inch into the top of Gina’s breasts and assumed the lower blade had made similar progress.  Zatanna could see a thin line of blood along the line of parted skin, but was surprised at how little bleeding was occurring.  “How are those pleasure beams feeling, Gina?” Zatanna asked softly as she began to hear moans of pain become interspersed with the waitress’s sighs of pleasure.  Zatanna wanted the girl to maintain her focus on the pleasure beams, and said with a smile, “I bet your sex is getting a real treat.”

Gina sighed loudly, as the orgasmatron beams brought her to another climax as soon as Zatanna’s words brought her attention away from her breasts and back to her loins.  The waitress gasped, “The beams…feel…wonderful…Zatanna.  My boobies…are beginning…to burn…with agony, but the…orgasmatron…beams…almost make…the pain…feel…good.  How…bad…am I…cut?”

Zatanna looked closely at the bases of Gina’s breasts, before replying, “The blades are making good progress, Gina.  They have cut about an inch into the top and bottom of your breasts.  You won’t be stuck in that bacon trap too much longer.  Just enjoy the pleasure beams while you can.”  Zatanna smiled as Gina again sighed as a powerful orgasm washed through the waitress’s body.

Janet leaned forward and whispered into Zatanna’s ear, “Listen to how much fun Gina is having Zatanna, in spite of the pain she is also experiencing.  As Wanda says, these debreasting booths are mankind’s greatest invention ever.  Taking a turn in one is an incredible experience—a most wonderful adventure.  And yes, either Sue or I, or both of us, will take our turns before you to prove that we really feel that way!”

“Look at the glow of fascination radiating from Zatanna’s face, Sue,” Wanda chortled from the reserved table.  “The way Gina is moaning and sighing with pleasure, Zatanna is sure to want to try a booth herself.  Say whatever you will, I think Janet made the right play with our new debreasting club recruit.”

Sue frowned and then nodded as she replied, “Maybe you’re right, Wanda.  Still, it is a little below girls in our profession to force an innocent girl to take a booth as part of an up close and personal demonstration of debreasting, and then manipulate another girl, a fellow heroine, into the position of initiating the debreasting of that innocent.”  Sue shrugged her shoulders and then smiled, as she decided she was making a moot point—Gina DID seem to be enjoying her debresting for the most part.  “You know, we should have made a video recording of this debreasting, with sound.  Then we could use the recording in lieu of Janet’s up close and personal demonstration for the next girl we ask to join our little club.”

“No, Sue, don’t even think that way,” Bill quickly interjected.  “You must never ever take anything from this…world…back to your own, not even pictures.  You must never risk doing anything that will alter history as I know it.  If time paradoxes are possible, and one must assume they probably are, the results of creating one and becoming part of the paradox would likely be most unpleasant.”

“I’m sure Sue was being facetious, Bill,” Wanda said with a loud giggle.  “I’m sure Sue’s egghead husband, Reed, has waxed on about the subject for hours on end.”  Wanda leaned forward and whispered, “You know they have visited our…world’s…past several times, right?”

“Oh, yes, that is right,” Bill replied and then chuckled.  “I read about your Egyptian adventure, Sue.  Sorry for being a bit thick a moment ago.”

“No problem, Bill,” Sue said while flashing her sexiest smile.  Sue suddenly realized that Bill might know more about the heroines than they might expect.  She was curious, but decided to leave the questions forming in her mind until later.  Instead she pointed to debreasting booth 1 and said, “As you can tell from Gina’s sighs and moans, both the pain she is experiencing and her orgasmatron beam intensity has stepped up a level or three; the snipper blades are more than halfway through her breasts now.”

Thirty seconds later, out on the dance floor, Zatanna looked closely at the bases of the breasts attached to the nipples she was pulling on with her thumbs and fingers.  The blades of the snippers were still closing slowly together, but the raven-haired heroine estimated they were about seventy-five percent of the way through the Gina’s flesh, and rivulets of blood coated the lower blade.  The waitress’s moan carried more undertones of pain now.  Zatanna guessed that the blades had reached the nerve cluster that ended at Gina’s erect nipples. 

The performing magician side of the heroine piqued her curiosity as to how loose Gina’s breasts were on the girl’s chest, so she waggled the breasts up and down with the nipples in her hands.  This elicited a gasp of surprise followed by a groan of pain from the girl in the booth.  Fearful that she may have frightened Gina and caused her to suffer additional pain, Zatanna called out, “Focus on the pleasure in your loins, Gina.  You’re almost done!  You’ll be released from the booth restraints soon.”

Gina responded to Zatanna’s urging with loud, passionate cries of orgasmic pleasure.  The waitress gasped, “Oh…GOD…this feels…FANTASTIC!  My boobies…are being…killed…and it…feels…wonderful!  Thank you…so…much…Zatanna!”  Gina released one more long, emotion packed scream of intoxicating pleasure as she was rocked with climax as her breasts came free to pull downward on Zatanna’s arms. 

Janet, standing behind Zatanna screamed, “Yes!  You made it Gina!  You did it Zatanna!  Alright!”  As the booth attendant, Jane, pulled the waitress out of booth 1 to get her bandaged up, Janet turned to the reserved table and silently mouthed, ‘What kind of sandwich?’  She grinned as Wanda mouthed ‘bacon’, and nodded as Sue mouthed, as she had anticipated, ‘vegetarian’, but Bill surprised the spunky heroine by also mouthing, ‘vegetarian’.  Janet turned to look at a somewhat perplexed Zatanna, staring at the severed breasts she held up before her eyes by their rubbery nipples.  Janet giggled at Zatanna and gently chided, “That breast bacon isn’t for looking at you silly girl.  Take it to the food ordering station and trade it for two bacon sandwiches, two vegetarian sandwiches, and whatever you are hungry for.  I’ll see you back at our table.”

Zatanna started as Janet’s voice shook her out of her contemplation of the orbs of flesh in her hands, and grinned sheepishly.  She nodded to Janet and then headed for the food ordering station with a smile of satisfaction on her face.

Zatanna reached the reserved table, returning from the food ordering station just as Gina exited ‘The Wall’ door wearing two white circular bandages on her flattened chest.  As Gina approached the reserved table, a big pride-filled smile on her face and eyes gleaming with excitement, Bill said, “You girls keep Gina company while I fetch her paperwork.”  Bill rushed through ‘The Wall’ door.

Gina immediately threw herself into Zatanna’s arms and said, “Oh, thank you so very much for poaching my breasts, Zatanna!  I never imagined being debreasted would be such a terrific experience.  I wish I had another set of breasts on my body, so I could go back in that booth and do it all over again!”

“You are most welcome, Gina,” Zatanna said as she blushed beet red.  “It isn’t me that really deserves the thanks, though.  Janet here was the one who convinced you to ask for your debreast button to be pushed, and then manipulated me into the position of needing to be the girl that pushed it.  You should thank her.”

“Thank her after you put these on, Gina,” Cheryl, the long-haired blonde with green eyes and perfect, pinkish-tipped D-cups, who had been guarding ‘The Wall’ door during the special hanging event and lottery, interjected.  “I wouldn’t want to see you get your fillet purchased now.  I’m sorry you lost your breasts, by the way.”

“I didn’t lose my breasts, Cheryl,” Gina said with a happy smile.  “I donated them to Final Fantasy in exchange for my pension!  Janet, I want to thank you so much for encouraging me to think about my situation.  Can I have a hug?”

“Yes, of course you can,” Janet replied as she stood up from her chair.  “I hope you will have a long and happy retirement.”  As Janet and Gina embraced, Bill returned from his office with an envelope.

Bill cleared his throat to let the hugging girls know he was behind them and said, “Here is the back pay you earned, Gina, including a full day’s wages for tonight as well as the separation bonus.  Be sure to fill out the pension paperwork when you get home from the doctor.”

Gina grinned and said, “Thank you, sir!  You bet I will.  Bye everyone!  Thanks again Zatanna and Janet!”  Gina raced for Final Fantasy’s main entrance.

Bill shook his head as he watched Gina rush off, thinking he was probably lucky to be seeing the back of her in view of the way she performed the short time she was head waitress.  He smiled and turned to the blonde waitress still standing near the reserved table, and said with a chuckle, “Cheryl, I’m glad you’re here.  I have some good news for you and some bad news for you.  The good news is, you are now head waitress and have just received a nice pay raise.  The bad news is twofold.  First, you have to come to work tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m. to meet our equipment installation specialist, Carrie.  She will be installing equipment for making clear plastic necklace pendants within which nipples can be preserved.  Second, you are now on duty as potential menu item waitress, taking almost the entire hour of Gina’s shift before your own one-hour shift.”

“No problem, sir,” Cheryl replied with a big smile as she pulled off her black shorts with Final Fantasy printed on the back, one word on each firm cheek.  “Thank you for the opportunity to show you what I can do.  I’m going to really enjoy working with you on setting up the special event and lottery gear.  I also know that, as head waitress, I need to provide a good example for the other girls.  I’ll be volunteering at the dairy and fermentation facilities every Wednesday, sir.  If you don’t need me sir, I think I’ll make some calls and get a couple of girls to come to work; we have far too many customers to try to get by for the rest of the night down two waitresses.”  

“You are going to make a great head waitress, Cheryl,” Bill said with a smile on his face.  “Bring me and these girls another round of Lactic Blasters, when you are done making your calls.”

As Janet, Zatanna, and Bill took their seats, and Cheryl raced off to the kitchen carrying her shorts, Sue asked, “How are you, Zatanna?  Did you find debreasting Gina to be an upsetting experience?”

“I’m fine, Sue,” Zatanna said with a smile.  “I didn’t find the experience particularly upsetting.  I found it educational.  I learned a number of things that have allowed me to come to a couple of decisions.  The big decision is that I AM going to have myself debreasted, but after I’ve watched you and/or Janet get your balloons popped.”

“I went first on our last visit here,” Sue said softly with a reddened face, “so I’m going last this time, hopefully after I’ve got some male customer to show interest in my boobies.  However, I promise I will go home breastless, and likely neutered to!”

“I agree with Sue on that point,” Wanda said with a loud giggle.  “Whoever gets debreasted first should be able to get debreasted last on the next visit to Final Fantasy.”

Janet laughed, and quipped, “You only agreed with Sue on that point Wanda, because you got debreasted first tonight.  That’s okay, though.  I’ll take a booth next, after our sandwiches and drinks get here.  The other decision you came to was to accept Bill’s offer to pay us 3,000 credits to do a milking stint, isn’t it Zatanna?”

“Yes, I think so, Janet, if we all agree to do it,” Zatanna replied with a big grin on her face.  “What day would you want us, Bill?  It would be before next Friday, I hope?”

“Wednesday at 11:00 a.m. would be best, and the most interesting day for you girls,” Bill answered with a big grin on his face.  “I’ll explain why it would be an interesting day after you have finalized your decision.

“I vote no, but won’t be obstinate if I’m outvoted,” Wanda said softly.  “Too much of my ‘blue’ milk has seen the light of day as it is.  I heard that my milk was even consumed by the president, in the Oval Office of all places!”

“It seems kind of strange to be turned off about being milked, while being all hot about getting your girls killed, Wanda,” Janet chided and then laughed as Wanda’s face blushed beet red.  “I’m in to collect the 3,000 credits, Bill, if you will implement some or all of our suggestions and, if you don’t mind, you let us have this table Friday night, calling it our table and not your table so we don’t have the Club-X-member lottery issue.”

Bill roared with laughter before nodding and saying, “Done, Janet!  It seems you are the swing vote, Sue.  What do you say?”

“Well, I guess I could always bring a book to read while I’m wearing the milking gear,” Sue said with a laugh.  “I’ll want some additional concessions as well, Bill.  I want you to promise that you, yourself, will never debreast one of us, and that you will never have sex with us, unless we ask you to.”

“You won’t need a book, Sue, because you are milked with your hands tied behind your back; many dairymen believe this posture increases milk production as it causes your breasts to be thrust forward,” Bill said with a smile.  “You wouldn’t be able to turn the pages, but don’t worry, you won’t be bored.  There will be plenty of interesting things happening where you can see them.  Also, I can’t make the exact promise you ask for.  There are a variety of reasons why not; contingencies in case you make another visit to Club X, if you will.  I will promise that I won’t have sex with any of you in the dairy, unless ask me to, and that I will never press your debreast buttons while you are in one of my booths.  Good enough?”

“Yes, I think so, Bill,” Sue said softly.  “Wanda, if I do this, it isn’t to get you PO’ed at me, although I agree with Janet that, if you expect us to come to this place and get our breasts turned into sandwich meat week after week, you should join us in earning some contingency cash.  That said, I don’t expect to be needing credits to pay for some girl’s fillet.  Before I say yes, Bill, why Wednesday and what sorts of interesting things will be happening before us?”

There are two reasons for Wednesday, Sue,” Bill said with a smile of contentment.  “First, that is the day off for the Department of Agriculture’s dairy inspector.  It is against the law for any girl to use birth control drugs, which I suspect all of you are using; girls are meant to bear children as a result of copulation, regardless of whether the sex was willingly accepted or forced upon her.  You could get in trouble if you were found out during a routine check on the streets, which isn’t likely to happen.  However, such drugs are banned from being in food products as well—any milk cow found to have such drugs in her blood stream would be put down immediately.  I wouldn’t want to see you girls dragged out of the milking stalls and executed, so we go with Wednesdays. 

The second reason for Wednesdays has to do with the interesting things that will be happening where you can watch.  Several of the local high school and junior college home economics classes have scheduled field trips to my dairy on Wednesday.  I feed the kids bacon sandwiches and help them understand their future role in the food chain.  One of the kids in almost every class asks about how the bacon was harvested, and well, the school principals make sure there are some eager teachers conducting the field trips that are willing to demonstrate being debreasted.  I usually harvest as much bacon as I give away, so you will be provided with your favorite spectator sport as you donate your milk.”

Sue waited with a look of concern on her face as Cheryl distributed the new round of sandwiches and drinks at their table; everyone noted with interest that Zatanna had ordered a frappe' for herself.  After the waitress had walked back into the kitchen, Sue asked, “Bill, if we can see the kids and teachers, doesn’t mean they will be able to see us, topless, getting milked?”

“While nude, Sue, milk cows aren’t issued clothes,” Bill chortled and grinned, “and yes, they will see you as you will be on the front row demonstrating the milking equipment for the classes.  I should also disclose that in very rare cases, there might be a boy in a class, and he could elect to have sex with you as you are being milked; inconceivably rare, I wouldn’t worry about it.  If there is a break between classes, or if you wish while the classes are present, I can arrange for other distractions.  Are you still up for it Zatanna and Janet; willing to give it a try, Sue?” 

“I’m in, Bill!” Zatanna said with a laugh.  “I always like an interested crowd while I perform!”

“I’m in too, Bill,” Janet replied.  “Whoever visits the dairy won’t know us from Adam, or rather Eve, Sue.  Besides, Gina said Bill had the stalls installed with sex machines.  If you want, he could hook you up, and you could blissfully climax through the whole stint!”

“Jeese, Janet, were do you find these tilted perspectives,” Sue said with a giggle.  “Not only do girls in our profession get force milked all too frequently, but we also get machine raped all too often as well.  Did I ever tell you about that time Doctor Doom had me captured and brought to his dungeon in Latveria, just before my wedding day with Reed.  He made that pop star, Britney Spears, who had also been captured, watch me get machine raped to climax, over and over again, for about twelve hours.  Each time I had a climax forced upon me, I was inseminated with a mixture of Doctor Doom’s sperm and birth-control neutralizing drugs.  He tried a number of neutralizing drugs, but fortunately he didn’t find the right one to neutralize our broad spectrum pregnancy protection pills, and he failed to knock me up and send me down the wedding aisle obviously bigged.”

Bill Jennings roared with laughter, and chortled, “My, this is a terrifically fun evening.  You girls live most interesting lives.  Say yes, Sue, and you will add one more unusual experience and interesting day to remember while sitting around some other table.”

“Yes, Bill, we will be there on Wednesday just prior to 11:00 a.m.,” Sue said with a grin.  “We will need to discuss with you the best place to…arrive…before we leave tonight.  How is the frappe', Zatanna?”

“Delicious, Sue!” Zatanna replied with a giggle.  “This is probably very fattening, and I’m already getting a little soft, but it is off season for my magic show and I just can’t resist ice cream, even when mixed with pureed breast meat it would seem.  Here, everyone have a taste!”

Zatanna quickly passed her desert to Janet, who took a taste, and exclaimed, “Very yummy!  Breast bacon sandwiches, nipple hors d’oeuvres, and now breast meat frappe'!  What else do you make from the breasts harvested in those booths, Bill?  I guess I should take the time to look through your menu one of these days!  I was also wondering why you went vegetarian with this round of sandwiches.”  Janet passed the glass to Wanda, and watched her eyes light with pleasure as she took a taste and passed the desert to Sue.

“We have a full menu, Janet, with the full range of meat cuts from the barbecue pits and all of the trimmings,” Bill replied, his face filled with pride.  “As for other menu items made specifically from the bacon harvested in the booths, the final menu item would be areolas pizza.  The areolas are sliced off the tips of the breasts and soaked in herbs and vegetable oil before being used as toppings and baked to a crisp on the pizzas.  Very delicious!  I went vegetarian, because, like Sue, I don’t eat much meat, even when at home, and it is a bad business practice to consume the resources you are in the business of selling.  However, the main reason I would never have had a bacon sandwich under the present circumstances is that it sends a troubling message to the waitresses if I’m seen to be eating a girl that just ended her career as a waitress here during a stint as a potential menu item.”

Sue nodded as Bill finished his explanation and put a little of the ice cold concoction in the spoon and held it before her mouth.  She thought for a moment, and asked, “Bill, has the pureed breast meat gone through any preparation before making the desert?”  As Bill opened his mouth to reply, Sue said, “Never mind, it would be best if I didn’t know.”  She put the spoon in her mouth, and she smiled, proclaiming, “Delicious!  However, there is no doubt in my mind that having too many of these is a sure way to clog your arteries.  Except for special circumstances, such as one of you girl’s breasts being served up as sandwich meat, I’ll stick with vegetarian—no pizza, and especially none of this high-fat-content frappe', for me.  I’m willing to get my balloons popped, but I would rather not have a heart attack while I’m doing it.”  Sue passed the desert back to Zatanna.

“Speaking of getting some balloons popped,” Janet said with a giggle, “I guess it’s time for me to get my puppies poached.”  Janet nodded to ‘The Wall’ door and three shapely blondes, all sporting perfect C cups and having a remarkable resemblance to each other, and asked, “Does anyone else have that déjà vu sensation?  Wish me luck girls!”  Janet got up and headed for the group of girls preparing to enter the Game room as she heard her friends wishing her luck.  The spunky heroine was looking forward to some 41^st Century fun!

To be continued.

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