ARCADE’S
DAIRY WORLD
by
Scarlet
WARNING:
This story contains sexual situations and
sexual violence (nc, MF). It is to be read by adults
only. If this sort
of material is not to your
liking, then read no further.
Credits: This story
is based on a story
idea suggested by The Sexecutor. Storm and Scarlet Witch
(Marvel Enterprises)
and Batgirl, Wonder Woman, Huntress, and Hawkgirl
(DC
Comics) are Trademarked characters used in this not-for-profit
fan-fiction; no
Trademark infringement is intended.
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Chapter
1.
Batgirl
“Scarlet
Witch, why do
you stare with envy at Wonder Woman’s milk
container?” Ororo
Munroe chided angrily as she glared at the young mutant beside her. “This
isn’t a competition to see who the best
milk cow is. This
is a most
disgusting…most humiliating…criminal act that
Arcade forces upon us. Furthermore,
it would appear the evil game master
is not to be satiated with this appalling forced milking before live
cameras. When we
run dry of the lactic
fluid he steals from our breasts, it seems he means to mutilate us as
well!” Ororo nodded her
head backwards towards Batgirl whom Arcade had just finished strapping
into a
special guillotine.
“I
wasn’t comparing Wonder Woman’s milk level to that
of my own container, Storm,”
Wanda Maximoff lied as
she blushed badly while noting
the glow exuding from the center of her breasts and the rhythmic
squirting of
her engorged nipples. “If
your royal
highness must know the truth, I was worried that Princess
Diana’s milk streams
might be weakening.” Wanda
tried to
staunch the grin that began to form on her face as the Nubian
white-haired
mutant’s face was filled with the painful memory of her
recent divorce from the
King of Wakanda.
“It seems the lactation-inducing drugs they
injected our breasts with
aren’t as efficient as these milking machines we’ve
been locked into. Batgirl
went dry in just over an hour. If
Arcade really does intend on debreasting
us after our milk production ceases, Wonder
Woman is the girl that will suffer the most.
An Amazon Queen must be breasted.
Diana will lose her rightful station on Themyscira
unless we are rescued before we run dry, or something miraculous occurs
after
he sends us home flat-chested.”
“My,
my, the cows are getting a bit tetchy,” Arcade chuckled
softly as he glanced
from the quivering Batgirl to the kneeling superheroine cows, while his
dairy master
pushed a nearly nude Hawkgirl
behind the newly
emptied milking station and the leader of the local biker gang hurried
up
behind him, evidently with good news.
“They must be getting hungry again.
They’ll need another round of protein shakes
again soon, Blackie.”
“I
got fifty horny bikers in the back room stripping now, Mr.
Arcade,” Blackie
replied with a smirk on his face as he stared down the line of milking
stalls and the mostly nude superheroines either strapped in or about to
be strapped into them. Each superheroine wore only that which
was
necessary to be identifiable to the broadcast's viewers—Wonder
Woman's golden tiara with the red star in its center; the Scarlet Witch
and Huntress's similar but distinctively different twin-peaked
headresses, crimson and purple in color, repectively;
Storm with her double-winged black tiara topped by a centered ring;
and, finally, Hawkgirl, nervously shivering in her brown hawk helmut
and round golden earrings as she strived to use her hands to cover both
her breasts and the pretty vulva beneath a slightly unkempt french-wax
style landing strip. “They
can’t wait to ejaculate into these big-titted
heroines’ gullets. I
got good news on
more cows, too!”
“All
right, stop stalling, Hawkgirl,
unless you’re eager
to watch Batgirl demonstrate your own near future,” Fred, the
dairy master,
growled impatiently as he held out his hand towards the stall Batgirl
had
emptied. “Unlike
her highness, the Queen
here, I know you’ve been milked before.
Climb up onto the stall and the restraints will pop open. Go ahead and assume the
position, and I’ll
lock you into place and attach the suction cups to your breast
tips…right over
those turgid nipples. Remember,
don’t
try anything funny. If
I hit the panic
button, enough electricity will be run through each and every one of
those
stalls to fry all of you…even Wonder Woman.”
“Which
is why there won’t be a rescue attempt, Scarlet
Witch,” Arcade interjected with
a chuckle and a grin as he nodded to the cameraman in front of the line
of
stalls, “even though at least some of your would-be saviors
are no doubt
watching the ongoing live broadcast of this spectacular event. Your fellow superheroes
and superheroines won’t risk
five deaths to prevent your breast reduction therapies.
And yes, I really do intend on debreasting
each and every one of you after you stop giving
me the liquid, blue-tinged gold I’m after.
There won’t be any miracles after I separate
your milk glands from your
chests either, as there was, assuming the Riddler
was
telling the truth, after your first debreasting,
you
soon-to-be-NOT big-titted
Avenger. The best
criminal minds available have
theorized on how you might have pulled THAT rather irritating undo off,
Miss Maximoff. The
Avengers must have a tissue regeneration machine.
I’m going to make sure there isn’t a
trace of
milk ducts or breast lobules on your chests to regenerate when I send
you home,
and to be doubly sure, I’m going to keep you titless
heroines locked up here for two weeks before I set you free to let your
friends
see your less curvy figures!”
“All
right, enough talk and back to the fun at hand!” Arcade spat
jovially as he
turned his attention back to Batgirl, not noticing the consternation
fill Wanda
Maximoff’s
face as she bit her lower lip. “Lean
hard into the lunettes, Batgirl. If
I have to trim more than a little side
boob off that chest of yours, I’m going to take the lazy way
out and make sure
you can’t grow new breasts by sticking the
auto-hanger’s noose around your neck
and hitting the up button!”
“FINE!”
Barbara Gordon replied squeakily followed by a groan
of frustration. Batgirl, dressed only in her distinctive cowl
and
utility belt, was all too aware that the viewing audience not
only
had a good view of her breasts hanging out of the debreasting lunettes,
but could see her naked vulva topped by her dark neatly trimmed
triangle-cut pubic hair between the guillotine's posts.
“Go ahead…and chop
my…breasts…OFF!
I’ll…see to
it…that…they’re fully…under
the blade.
It SUCKS being one of the smaller breasted heroines anyhow! Cup size is why the other
girls are still
squirting milk! At
least I’LL never have
to worry about breast cancer!”
Batgirl
looked upwards at the razor-sharp blade above her tender breasts and
pushed her
breastbone hard against the top of the wood that formed the lunettes.
As
the Scarlet Witch sensed Arcade reaching for the blade release handle,
she
blurted out loudly in a quivering voice, “Why do you want to
ruin a perfectly
good human cow, Arcade? Lock
her up in a
room with a cot and you can milk her again tomorrow.
There is more than enough demand on the black
market for all the blue milk you can get.
Where is the profit in ending Batgirl’s milk
production forever?”
Wanda
Maximoff, because of her
neck restraints unable to see
Arcade’s reaction to her plea, was badly shaken. Somehow the villains of
the world had guessed
her secret—the breasts currently being milked on her chest
were not the ones
she had been born with. She
knew that
Arcade’s plan to scrape the heroines’ chests clean
of milk ducts and lobules
would not prevent the Avengers’ Chula nanogene
tissue
regenerator from working its miracle after the microscopic machines had
mapped
the injured individual’s DNA.
However,
she also knew the wounds needed to be fresh for the alien technology to
work. If the wounds
Arcade intended on
inflicting on Batgirl, the other heroines, and, yes, herself, were
allowed to
heal on their own for two weeks, they would all be breastless
for the rest of their lives.
“If
the quantity of
human milk processed by this dairy facility was a factor in how rich
I’m going
to get, Scarlet Witch,” Arcade chortled jovially as he
fingered the breast
guillotine’s blade release handle, “I’d
be hiring college girls to kneel in
those stalls and I wouldn’t need the restraints. No, you
superheroines’ milk is what brings top
dollar! The paying
public are
romantically enthralled with the notion that they are getting something
special
when it comes from their treasured heroines…even non-metahumans
like Batgirl and the Huntress here.
That’s
why you saw Thorne’s couriers’ label
Batgirl’s less than half full milk
container, before they hauled it away, and replace it with an empty one. The customers want to know
exactly which
heroine provided the milk they’re going to be paying dearly
for. By the way,
Huntress, my money is on you to
be the next girl standing where Batgirl is now, about to make me richer
as I
make you flat-chested.”
“Fuck
you, Arcade!”
Helena Bertinelli spat
loudly and angrily, and then
blushed as she realized her unladylike words were likely being heard by
thousands, if not millions, of people via the ongoing live broadcast. The Huntress stared at the
slowly weakening
jets of milk squirting into the suction cups over her turgid nipples
with
horror, before emphatically adding, “What my milk is going to
earn you is a
crossbow bolt up the ass…whether you chop my boobies off or
not!”
“You
haven’t been
milked very many times have you, Huntress?” Arcade asked with
a chuckle as he
realized how flustered the heroine was.
“There’s
hardly any of your milk on the black market.
Huntress milk brings top dollar because of that rarity. Think of how much cash
your milk will bring when
it’s the last Huntress milk there will ever be.
The same goes for Storm, the Queen of Wakanda,
who’s never been milked before.
The same
goes for the milk of you popular milk cows too, Wonder Woman and
Scarlet
Witch. That’s
why you’re all going to help
facilitate the most efficient removal of your own mammary glands
possible…or
hang to death!”
“It’s
no use, Storm,” Princess
Diana urged in a soft whisper, interrupting the guttural moans both
heroines
had been issuing in response to the pleasant sensation that enveloped
their
pulsing mammary glands—a sensation that was meant to be
nature’s reward for
nourishing an infant. “These
stalls are
equipped with metahuman
power dampeners. Even
if you managed to make lightning strike
all of those villains simultaneously, I’m certain you would
trigger our
simultaneous deaths as well. Arcade
is a
crafty one. He will
have built in a failsafe. Also,
if you were thinking of using your
powers on yourself…or ourselves…know that he
would just kidnap another group of
superheroine cows. It
is best that we accept
what fate brings us…even if it means I never wear the crown
of a Queen, which,
until recently you did. T’Challa is a fool!
And, Wanda, you lied…you WERE comparing the
milk level in my container
with yours…and enviously!
You should not
have snapped at Storm for stating the obvious.”
“Yes,
all right, I was
hoping to prove to be the more productive milk cow, Diana,”
Wanda Maximoff replied
softly with a silly grin on her face.
“I’m sorry for the snipe about your
divorce,
Storm. Wonder Woman
is right! T’Challa is a fool,
and I hope he’s watching and heard me say that!
Look…I know this isn’t going to make
you girls feel any better…but
getting debreasted
isn’t that bad. Despite
the pain, It’s
actually a kind of erotic experience to tell the truth.
I don’t mean to say I won’t miss my
girls…I
certainly will! I
like being a
big-breasted superheroine…but
the pain is
manageable….”
“Just
shut up, Scarlet Witch!”
Kendra Saunders hissed in a
shivering voice. “I
know I can handle
pain…I just don’t know if I can handle the
embarrassment that’s going to come
with getting my tender breasts amputated on live
television…something that’s
likely to get replayed millions and millions of times in the future. I’m only
eighteen, darn it. They’ve
hardly ever been kissed by a boy.
Hey, smart ass
dairyman…come on…let’s get
me strapped in. I’ve
changed my mind…I don’t want to watch
Batgirl take the chop…and you were
wrong…I’ve never been milked before! Your boss is about to be
in possession of
some pretty damn hard to come by blue milk!
I hope he chokes on it!”
“Yes,
pretty rare blue
milk indeed, Hawkgirl,”
Arcade chided cruelly as he
watched the dairy manager begin securing the usually winged Justice
Leaguer as
she quickly kneeled on the raised milk stall.
He watched her shiver in trepidation before he added,
“You won’t last
long before you run dry. Then
you’ll be
over here making the highlight reel you talked about.
God this is going to be a blast.
Well, Batgirl, we better get
started with the fun before a line starts to form.
By the way, Blackie, you said you had good
news about replacement cows? It
wouldn’t
do to have empty stalls, would it?”
“No
need to worry about
that just yet, Mr. Arcade, and I’m not just talking about the
White Queen and Psylocke,
who we nabbed with Storm, or Stargirl,
Starfire, and Raven, who
we snatched with Hawkgirl,
in the holding cells” Blackie replied with a grin
on his face while he watched the dairy manager move to the guillotine
and
tighten the lunette frames before forcing Batgirl to adjust her
position,
resulting in even more of her mammary glands under the sharp blade. “The east coast
team bagged Jean Grey, Rogue,
and Shadowcat at the local mall with sleep darts, and they’ve
got the Wasp,
Mockingbird, and the Invisible Woman under surveillance with their
beaus at a
downtown nightclub. Those
two sets of
cows should be on site shortly. We’ve
heard the Black Widow is on the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier
with Captain America, but she’s scheduled for the night watch
at Avengers’
mansion, so we’ll nab her on her way there.
The west coast team called in to say they’ve
darted Black Canary and,
believe it or not, Power Girl…kryptonite
tipped
dart! They have
Mary Marvel staked out at
her parents’ home in Fawcettville,
and are just
waiting for her to Shazam
some breasts we can work
with. Also,
She-Hulk has been sighted in
the Midwest. No
word yet on Supergirl,
Wonder Girl, Zatanna, Elektra, or the X-Factor babes.”
“Let
everyone know
there is a bonus in this for all of them if the superheroine
population is devoid of breasts at the end of this venture,”
Arcade replied
excitedly as he rubbed his hands together.
“Shadowcat, that pain in the ass,
won’t produce much milk, but Grey may
have the stamina of the Scarlet Witch and Wonder Woman there!
Does anyone know if Grey’s got milk on the black
market already? Power Girl was a
nice catch too. Her
jugs will fill
jugs! Pull the Fawcettville
team…milking Mary Marvel would be too pedo for
me. Send them to
locate the Inhumans…I
want Crystal and Medusa’s milk…not to mention
their tits…as well as those of the other unaccounted for
heroines you mentioned. Have
the team on She-Hulk
maintain surveillance but keep their distance. We’re going to
need the super stall Luther
Corp is designing for me…if we use the metahuman
power blockers on big green,
we end up milking a
lawyer with mosquito bites for tits!
Speaking of tits…it’s time I wrecked
my first set. Take
a deep breath Batgirl and press hard
against those debreasting
lunettes!”
Robin
watched on the
big screen monitor in the Batcave
as Arcade fingered
the guillotine blade release handle and the camera zoomed in to focus
only on
Batgirl’s terror-filled face and naked chest as she took a
deep breath and
pressed her sternum firmly against the wood in front of her. “Holy
X-rated cliffhanger,
Batman!” Damian spat with obvious excitement. “We’ve
got to get to the Batplane
and race to that dairy and free Batgirl before she’s as flat-chested as I am!”
“No,
Robin,” Bruce Wayne
replied as he moved behind the Boy Wonder and put his hands on the
eighteen-year-old boy’s shoulders.
“A
rescue attempt now would only get those other superheroines killed. We’ll have to
watch and bide our time and
patiently wait for the right opportunity…if and when it
arrives. I’m
afraid Batgirl will have to take that
fiend’s worst and grin and bear it.
Take
heart! You heard
her say that her
breasts were small by heroine standards and therefore no great loss to
her.”
“Watch?”
Robin spat with obvious emotion and the flush of excitement on his face. “I
don’t think I can do that without going nuts.
I thought watching those buxom babes getting
face fucked earlier when their milking started got me hornier than I
could
stand, but now the prospect of watching Batgirl getting detitted
has got me so hard I can’t stand it.
I
need some relief, Batman, if I’m going to continue observing
this!”
“I
know, Robin…we both
need relief from our carnal needs just now,” Batman agreed
softly as he popped
his pee port and pushed forward on Robin’s shoulders as
Arcade fiddled with the
blade release handle on the big screen.
“Just drop your shorts and underwear and
I’ll take care of
everything. Whatever
you do, just don’t
take your eyes off of Batgirl’s knockers.
I think we’ll both enjoy this a lot more than
she does…and then the next
heroine…and the next to run dry.”
Robin did as he was told and pushed his bottoms to the floor before bending over the table in front of him. He grinned as Batman reached around and began stroking his rock hard manhood as he felt the huge bulbous tip pushing against his puckered sphincter. The first Robin, Dick Grayson, had warned Damian about Batman’s penchant for buggering Robins, even the one who was a girl, when Damian had first asked for the job. Robin moaned as the bulb parted his back door and pushed into his anus. He knew they’d both cum when Batgirl’s tits began falling through air, and that after a long period of getting his ass reamed, he and his mentor would climax again and again as heroine after heroine had their pretty bosoms drop to the floor.
Batgirl’s pretty mouth opened to form a big ‘O’ as she sensed Arcade begin to press downward on the guillotine’s wooden blade-release lever while the dairy manager knelt beside her and gawked hungrily at her turgidly tipped breasts. Barbara Gordon stared unblinkingly at the lower, razor-sharp edge of the heavy, dangling blade above her, still wondering if the arch-villain was engaged in a distasteful prank. Wonderment ended with the sound of a click, and Batgirl watched the shiny steel begin to move downward after the shallow hook it had been resting on popped forward. Barbara screamed shrilly with horror and dread over the rattling whoosh of the falling blade as she pressed her chest hard against the lunette frame while simultaneously throwing her head back from the blade that seemed to be falling downward in slow motion—she wanted neither to lose a nose nor get hanged!
“Huh?” Batgirl gasped as the gleaming guillotine blade passed downward in front of her face, and she felt the vague sensation of a downward push on her chest. Barbara howled loudly as fiery torment engulfed her upper torso, and threw her head forward to follow the downward plunge of the dropping blade with wide-eyed disbelief and tearful blue eyes. There was a loud clang as the blood-streaked steel bottomed out on the stops at the lower end of the double-grooved frame. Then Batgirl noticed the small gap between the bases of the breasts protruding from the lunettes and the wooden frame itself, just before she realized the fleshy orbs seemed to be sliding downward towards the dairy floor. Barbara’s scream of overwhelming agony abruptly ended as she watched with astonishment as the falling breasts began to tumble forward. Batgirl held her breath as the tumbles finished as summersaults, and a loud wet double-plop echoed through the dairy as her severed appendages landed on the polished floor.
“MANIAC!”
Batgirl shrilled tersely in a quivering voice as she stared forlornly
at the
orbs resting nipples up on the guillotine base below and before her
through tear-filled
eyes. “That
HURT! Oh…God…it
still hurts! My
CHEST…the agony! Oh…GOD!
I’ve been debreasted! You milked them
dry…and then you…amputated
them! What kind of
a…maniac…BASTARD
maniac…does THAT to a girl?”
Robin
groaned as
Batman’s hand job and the sordid display he had just
witnessed on the big
screen caused him to spew semen all over the Batcave
floor. Then, as he
felt warm fluid flood
pumping into his pulsating anus, the Boy Wonder realized the sight of
Batgirl’s debreasting
had caused his mentor to ejaculate as
well. “Holy
boobs, Batman!” Damian
chortled loudly, seemingly numb to the agony his female friend was in. “Arcade has just
given Batgirl a double
mastectomy! Her
chest is flatter than
mine now, and watching it get flattened was one of the most erotic
things I’ve
ever witnessed. What
do we do now?”
“Nothing, Robin,” Batman replied softly as he continued to slowly sodomize his younger partner. “There’s nothing that we can do as long as Arcade has those heroines in those dairy stalls, wired to electrocute them if he suspects trouble. They’re death traps! The best thing we can do is bide our time until Arcade makes a mistake. We might as well enjoy the wait, doing just what we’re doing…enjoying each other’s company as we wait for the next heroine’s bad luck to bring us to orgasm…when we watch another superheroine pay Arcade’s steep price for lactation’s end!” Batman grinned as Robin moaned with pleasure as he slowly pumped his massive, turgid manhood in and out of the Boy Wonder’s anal cavity. Batman shrugged his shoulders as he wondered what other heroes might be enjoying Arcade’s X-rated broadcast. Whoever was watching, he felt sure they weren’t enjoying the show as much as he was!
“I
do!” Arcade replied
to Batgirl’s shrilled query with a wicked grin on his face as
he stepped before
the debreasting
guillotine and picked the severed
breasts up off the floor by their nipples and held them before the
sobbing
heroine’s wide-eyed face.
“I do when a
human cow runs dry at Arcade’s Dairy World, Batgirl. Fred, take these to the
skinner while I use
the scalpel to remove any remaining breast tissue on
Batgirl’s chest. Van
Dyne Enterprises is paying a pretty penny
for each set of breast skins I deliver to them
tomorrow…little knowing that I’m
hoping one set belonged to their CEO.
It
seems they plan to tan them and sell them as purses, makeup bags, or
wineskins…with the former owner’s nom de guerre
tattooed in a prominent
location!”
“Now, stop bawling, Batgirl, and hold still while I slice off those side boobs,” Arcade chortled softly as the dairy master took the severed breasts from him and hurried away. “You did good, girl…well not so girlish as you were a few minutes ago…you held your knockers under the blade well enough to make my job reasonably easy. I guess I won’t have to hang you after all!”
“Just…get
it done…and
over with…Arcade,” Batgirl stammered between
choking gasps as Arcade used the
scalpel to slice fatty tissue from her chest wounds, while she watched
Fred,
the dairy master, carry her severed breasts to the front of the milking
stalls
and make each of the other heroines take a good look at her severed
flesh to
rub in what each of them had to look forward to, before disappearing
through a
side door. Batgirl
suddenly realized how
difficult it must have been for the other girls to hear the sounds of
her paying
her penalty for running dry, without being able to twist their heads in
the
neck restraints to watch. Hawkgirl, Storm, and Huntress
were shivering with
terror! “God…my
chest…it hurts like
hell! Just…let
me go…now. I
need…a doctor!”
“Not
for two weeks, my breastless
Batgirl,” Arcade replied forcefully as he
dropped the scalpel into a bucket of soapy water, evidently satisfied
with
leaving a thin layer of fatty tissue covering the heroine’s
pectoral
muscles. “I’ll
be damned if you’re going
to re-grow those tits and ruin the price of your…I mean,
MY…milk! No,
I have a better idea. I’m
going to chain you to a bondage frame on
the other side of the room…in front of those milk cows. I’m going to let
them stare at the state
they’ll be in once THEY run dry.
And
they will…each and every one of them…and they
know it!”
Batgirl
sobbed, due to
disappointment more than the fiery pain emanating from her chest, as
she realized
that not only the other heroines, but the world, would get a clear look
at her
throbbing chest wounds. Her
sobbing
continued as she watched Arcade pull a sponge from a second bucket and
begin
rubbing the liquid it contained into her burning wounds.
“Ah,
the good doctor
was right!” Arcade spat triumphantly as he peered hard at the
roundish injuries
left by the missing breasts. “The
coagulant has already stopped most of the bleeding.
You’ll live, my dear Batgirl, although I
doubt you enjoy it for a while. Now,
as
soon as I use the other sponge to wash the blood from your nice firm
belly,
we’ll put those chest wounds on display.”
Indeed, a few minutes later the breastless Batgirl was secured by chains and cuffs in front of the line of dairy stalls, nearly naked, with her arms stretched high above her head and her chest wounds on full display. As Arcade made his way back to the debreasting guillotine, he quipped facetiously, “Let’s get these cows sucking down their protein shakes, Blackie. Then we’ll watch and see which of these super cows runs dry next. I can’t wait to detit another one!” Arcade roared with laughter as fifty naked bikers sporting erect penises filed into the room and lined up in squads of ten before five crestfallen superheroines.
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be continued?
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